Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2009 12:28:55 -0800 From: Oregon Bear Subject: The Hike to the Lake, Part 3 This story contains graphic descriptions of adult male to male gay sex. If you are offended by this topic, or it is illegal for you to read this, please leave this site. The Hike to the Lake, Part 3 We lay in each other's arms for a few minutes, both of us spent, our cocks still oozing cum. Mark had exploded deep in my mouth, his first 69 with a man, as I fondled and caressed his balls and took his thick cockhead into my hungry mouth, my tongue caressing the grooves of his cockhead, and the smooth, silky shaft of his manhood. He had roused me to my climax at the same time, my lover sucking and pumping my own cock, rubbing his goatee along my thighs and against my heavy balls, his bearded lips pushing hard into the thick pelt of hair covering my groin, as he finally triggered my balls into shooting my load into his wet, hot mouth. I pulled Mark up off of the bed, now my lover's bed, and we quickly showered again, soaping off the new layer of cum and sweat that clung to our hairy chests and furry balls, and down our whiskered chins. Mark kissed me deeply, tasting his own jism, and hugged me close. "You are amazing," he whispered, as I soaped his hard, muscular butt and back, feeling the strong, well developed lats and shoulders of my weightlifting, athletic lover. "And, so are you," I replied. "Tonight, we'll have another lesson for you." Mark laughed, "I never thought I'd be so excited to go for a hike." The original plan for a day hike to the lake for some fishing changed now, now that we had spent a good part of the morning sucking and cumming. While we could have easily convinced ourselves to spend the day at home screwing our brains out, the warm summer day beckoned us outside. Mark was eager to get out of town, and get some fresh air. We both wanted to spend a lot of time at the lake, and an overnight trip made sense. And, now, I had another big reason to hike to the lake, two hundred pounds of solid, hairy man flesh to suck and fuck. I repacked my gear into my hiking pack, and added two sleeping bags and an extra fishing pole for Mark. He busied himself making us a snack for the road, and packing up some food for dinner and tomorrow's breakfast. I found him a clean pair of hiking shorts and a sleeveless shirt, as I wanted to keep his studly, muscular shoulders bare to my hungry eyes at all times. I knew the shirt and the shorts wouldn't stay on very long once we got to the lake, and my well-drained cock twitched even now, anticipating our evening lesson in love. Soon, our gear was ready and we were out the door. On the road, we made a quick stop at a drive through espresso stand for large cups of some thick, dark roasted coffee, and headed up one of the nearby rivers, slurping our drinks and falling into an easy silence, enjoying the day and our good company. Occasionally, I glanced over to this strong hunk of a man. He was peering out the window at the countryside, sometimes spotting a bird, and sometimes just mentioning the beauty of the countryside and the light on the mountains. His moustache and goatee shined in the sunlight, and the shadow of his stubbled cheeks and jaw now showed the promise of a well-shaped manly beard. I knew that in a week, his beard would be filled in nicely, the whiskers starting to curl a bit under his hard, lean cheekbones. My cock twitched at the thought of his full beard nuzzling my thighs, my chest, and surrounding my cock. A glance down to his crotch rewarded me with the sight of his now-familiar cock lying against his right thigh, and his full ball sack pushing against the crotch of his hiking shorts. His muscled thighs spilled over to the edge of his seat, their long, curly hair covering his tanned taut skin. I was sure glad I was home to answer his door bell ring this morning. He'd really rung my chimes a couple of times already today, and it was barely noon. I took a couple of turns, and we drove down a seldom-used logging road, and then off to a spur. At the end, in an abandoned log landing, I parked my rig, and we headed down what looked like a deer trail, through a clear cut and then into a large stand of evergreens. We were beginning to get warm, and there was a warm breeze coming up the valley. "Why don't you strip off your shirt, Mark?" I asked, noticing that his bare, beefy shoulders were getting a little damp. Besides, we wouldn't be seeing anyone else until we came back into town, and I wanted to enhance my view of the scenery. "Good idea. I'm starting to sweat," Mark replied. We stopped and he slipped out of the day pack, and stripped off his shirt. His rippled, hairy belly first appeared, and then his chiseled, furry chest with his reddish, broad nipples. His chest hair was damp, and his armpits were soaked, and the sunlight glinted off of the thick tufts of curly black hair. "Ooh, now I'm getting hot, now that all those muscles are out in all their glory," I chuckled. "Good thing I'm walking in front of you, or I'd be stripping off your shorts to get at your butt," Mark replied. "We'll save that for later. There'll be plenty of time for you to play with my butt," I answered. We hiked for about an hour, the deer trail fading away, and we switch backed up the side of the mountain, through some old growth and a few meadows, until we came to the top. We took a break, drank some water, and enjoyed the view of the valley and the mountains. I was pretty sweaty by this time, and I stripped off my T-shirt, feeling the coolness of the breeze across my own sweaty, hairy chest. The breeze reached deep into my own furry armpits, cooling me off. Our destination, a small lake surrounded by rock outcroppings, was about a quarter mile away, and we could see the blueness of the water through the trees. I pointed it out to Mark, my hand outstretched over his shoulder, and he followed my hand to the site of our campsite. He turned to me, his hands grasping my now naked shoulders, and drew me close to him, our chest hair touching. His clean, manly sweat filled my nostrils with his smell, mixed with the loamy, warm smell of fir and spruce, and the faint, sweet smell of fireweed blossoms. "This is paradise," he grinned. "All this, and my lover, too." His hand reached down, groping my cock and balls through the thin material of my hiking shorts. His warm hand caressed my shaft, and cupped my balls, his strong fingers running urgently along the cloth against my rising cock, his thumb playing with my cockhead. "Oh, that feels wonderful," I moaned, as Mark leaned closer to me, nuzzling my neck and beard with his goatee, the stubble along his jaw and cheeks catching in my whiskers. "Yeah, good enough to eat," he mumbled. "There's a better place to eat, and to have lunch," I chuckled. "Down at the lake. It's about ten minutes away. It's a great place to munch on that hot dog I've been craving." Mark hugged me, and gave me a long, lingering kiss. There were tears in his eyes, and I wiped away some of the liquid that was starting to roll down his cheek into his stubble. "You're sure making me a happy guy today, Keith," he said. "I've never felt so free around someone, to just be myself, and to enjoy life." "That's what it's really all about," I replied. "We're here on earth to enjoy ourselves and to find love, and to be loved." Mark nodded. Then, he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his shorts, his fat cock flopping out, soon followed by his heavy balls, and the thick curls of hair that spread across his groin, and up into his belly. His muscular butt cheeks were white against the tan lines on his legs, belly and back, and I glimpsed his balls hanging loose below his cheeks when he reached over to stuff his shorts into the daypack. "I'm going in commando," Mark laughed. "I've never hiked naked before, but then, there's a lot of things I'm doing today I've never done before." He reached over to undo my belt and soon, my shorts were stowed in the pack. Soon, bare cheeks and bouncing balls and cocks were headed down the slope towards the lake. The warm breeze felt good on my bare skin, and the sight of Mark's bare ass and bouncing balls ahead of me on the trail added a little extra heft to my own fishing tackle. We came out of the woods onto a small ledge by the lake, next to a small sandy beach. About thirty yards away, a small creek plunged over a higher ledge, and cascaded into the lake, into a deep pool. Some ducks paddled around on the lake on the far shore, and a number of songbirds chirped and sang in the nearby trees and the willows bunched at the end of the beach. A few white clouds were sprinkled across the blue sky, and the breeze had died down to a small, occasional puff. Butterflies flitted around the patches of wildflowers growing in the rocks and under the large firs behind us. There was not another soul around. Gone were the sounds of the city, and the only constant noise was the sound of the waterfall and the occasional buzz of a bee exploring the flowers. We set our packs down and looked over the scene. "Let's get some fishing in, and then we can have lunch. And, your next lesson," I said, winking at Mark. He began to laugh. "Yeah, I'm like a kid at Christmas. Can't seem to decide what I want to do, first. But, this is a great fishing spot, and we have all evening and all night for those lessons you've promised." We broke out our fishing gear, with Mark setting up his casting pole and me trying out my fly rod. We strung the line through our poles and Mark tied on a new lure he had wanted to try. I was busy picking out the right kind of fly to tie onto the end of my tippet. I grabbed the tube of sunscreen and reached over to slather a big dollop across Mark's back and butt. After coating him thoroughly, I turned him around and slathered another dollop across his face, chest, arms, and belly. He started to turn away, and I held him with one hand. "We need some sunscreen on your cock and balls, too, Mark. Those jewels need some extra protection, and I don't want to burn my dinner before I'm ready to eat." Laughing, we waded into the refreshing water of the lake, and soon found ourselves busy casting. We fell silent, becoming lost in the moment, as we each focused on our casting, our line, and the placement of my fly, and Mark's lure. The afternoon sun shined down on our bare asses, warm against our muscles, and soon, I was waist deep in the lake, feeling the cool water against my balls, cooling the sweat that had pooled under my arms and across my chest. The sand on the lake bottom felt smooth on my bare feet, my toes squishy, enjoying their freedom from the hiking boots. I looked over at Mark, watching him intent on his own fishing. He reached one arm above him as he cast, the sunlight bright across his muscular, hairy chest, and sweaty armpit, as he stood in the lake, the water up to the top of his thighs, the reflection of his cock and balls, and butt cheeks dancing into my eyes. The motion of his cast moved his balls a bit. His cock danced just above the water, his foreskin covering his thick cockhead, occasionally splashing softly in the water whenever he lunged forward at the end of a cast. If I was a fish, that would be the bait that would appeal to me. To hell with some plastic thing with a hook. Give me some real meat to bite. Soon, Mark hooked onto a trout, and I reeled in, watching Mark play his fish, watching it leap out of the water, sending a strong ripple across the lake. He played the fish for several minutes, and then brought it in, laying the fish on the sand by our packs, under his shirt. After a while, we had both caught several fish, and Mark started to tie on a fresh lure. "Ready for some lunch?" I said, as I looked down on the nice fat trout we had caught. "We could fry these up right now." Mark nodded and we soon had the fish cleaned and in the small pan I had brought, frying them over the hiker's stove. We had moved under a large fir, finding ourselves a shady spot with a great view of the lake and the waterfall. The fresh-caught trout tasted heavenly, with a few drops of butter dripping into our beards, as we devoured the sweet, tender meat. I had stashed a couple of beers in my pack, and surprised Mark with the treasure. "Wanna beer?" I asked, chuckling as he looked at me, his eyes wide with surprise and delight. "All the comforts of home," he laughed, as he eagerly grabbed one of the cans and flipped it open, a bit of the foam running down through his goatee and dripping onto the fur of his chest. We watched the light change across the lake and against the mountains, as the afternoon wore on, with an occasional fish rising to the surface and grabbing a bug. The cold beer flowed easily down our dry throats, and our bellies were now happy, filled with fresh trout and cold beer. It was a great Saturday. "It's time for your next lesson, Mark," I announced, Mark looking back at me with a bit of surprise, and an immediate grin. "Well, I hope I'm up for it, stud," he replied, his chest shaking a bit as he laughed. "Oh, you will be, if this morning was any indication," I replied. "So, Mark, the next lesson will require more action on your part," I said, with mock seriousness in my voice. "Now, pay close attention, because it's going to be a tight fit, at least at first." I pulled Mark over to me, grasping his hand and pushing against his massive shoulders until he was on top of me, the curls of our chest hair rubbing against each other. I could feel the steady, strong beat of his heart, his cheeks blushing a bit at this intimacy with another man, and a new lesson to be learned. "I want you to fuck me, Mark. I want you inside of me, and I want you to cum in my ass," I whispered, as Mark's slight blush turned into a full scale look of embarrassment, turning to lust. "I've never.....," he whispered. "I know. But, you'll love it and we're gonna go slow here. I bet you've wanted to fuck a man in the ass for a long time, Mark. And, today's the day. And, I want this as much as you do," I whispered. I felt his thick cock harden; as I explained to him what I wanted him to do with me, and how much this meant to me. I ran my hands across his shoulders, and between our bellies, grasping his stiffening manhood in my fingers, feeling the heat rise from him. I cupped his balls, feeling their weight, and the thick curls of hair around his ball sack, as Mark's breath began to deepen, his chest dampen with his rising lust and the anticipation of fucking me in the ass. Always the eager student, Mark soon had my thighs raised high on his shoulders, exposing my cheeks and my hole to his now eager, ready fishing rod. I had grabbed a condom and some lube from my pack, ever the prepared Boy Scout, and deftly sheathed my lover, feeling his rock hard cock strain against the latex, his cock stiff, urgent in my hands. Mark quickly rose to my bait, eagerly preparing his pole for that first cast, making sure the line was taut, the path of the cast was clear, and that there were no knots in the line to prevent a steady, hard cast out into the rolling, swift current. He placed his bait and let it out with new-found confidence and drift with the current, until it had found its mark. Expertly, he reeled in a bit, then let out some more line, until he was playing the fertile waters and his bait like an old pro. He soon found his steady rhythm, casting out and reeling in, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, paying close attention to his target. We looked into each other's eyes, as he refined his casts, getting closer to the mark, ready to set his hook and reel in his prize. With each flick and thrust of his hips, he became more confident, more sure of his angling skills, until, as last, with a final push, his fish leaped, firmly set on his hard, wet hook. Gasping and thrashing with his efforts, Mark hooked his prize, and laughing deep in his strong, heaving chest, reeled in his prize, landing it with several loud grunts and moans. "You're a natural fisherman," I laughed. "We're gonna have to go fishing a lot this summer." "Yeah, this hole is a hot one," Mark smirked. "I'm gonna be testing out a lot of lures in this place." Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear