Date: Sat, 30 Apr 2016 20:12:28 -0700
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Help Cleaning Up

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			Help Cleaning Up

By Oregon Bear (oregonbear9@gmail.com)


It had been a long day at work, and I was beat.  I just needed a shower to
wash away the grime and pick me up.

	Dave has worked hard making a nice dinner and I wanted to be at my
best, and spend a nice evening with my lover.

	"Take your time," he said, as I hung up my coat and slipped off my
shoes. "Dinner will be ready when you are."

	As I pulled off the second boot, he took me in his arms, and held
me against his chest.  His breath smelled of lemons and herbs, and his
beard had a smudge of flour.  He kissed me, and I took in the other smells
of dinner, and the scent of his fresh, manly sweat.

	"I've made one of your favorites," he whispered.

	His hand ran across my shoulder and down my back, his hand soon
giving my butt cheeks a quick squeeze.

	"Now, go get cleaned up," he laughed, as his fingers tenderly
tweaked my nipple underneath my sweaty, filthy shirt.

	I stripped off my work clothes, tossing them into the laundry
hamper, and strode bare assed into the bathroom.  I was a ripe bear, the
day's grime and sweat still damp across my furry chest, my funky armpits
and crotch.

	My stench was even too funky for me, and I could already feel that
hot water pouring down on me in the large, tiled shower that we'd just
finished a few weeks ago.  Oh, it would be wonderful to get clean, put on
my infamous flannel lounge pants, and have a delicious dinner prepared by
my lover.  My mouth watered at the thought.

	In a minute, the water was hot and steamy and I stood underneath
the large shower head, letting the water just run down my face and chest.
I raised my arms, letting a blast of warmth wash through my armpits,
washing away the worst of the stench that had built up during the day.

	I turned around, letting the hot water begin to flow down across my
shoulders and back, and my ass.

	"Ahhhh," I moaned, letting the water begin to work its magic on my
tense muscles, and funky crotch and pits.

	I grabbed the big bar of soap in the soap dish and turned around
again, ready to tackle the grime that stubbornly clung to the thick pelt of
fur across my chest, and the thick fur crowding my armpits.

	"Here, let me do that," Dave's voice said, almost a whisper.

	He'd slipped into the shower without me noticing.  I guess I was so
focused on the steam and hot water running down my back and across my
chest.

	His lips touched the nape of my neck, his moustache and whiskers
brushing against my skin.  So tender and sweet, so welcome after this long,
tiring day.

	His big hand wrapped around my hand, and he slipped the bar of soap
away from me.

	"Put your hands behind your head, and I'll clean you up," he
whispered.

	I felt him close to me, his thighs, his chest, and his semi-hard
cock wet against the wetness of my back, thighs, and butt.  His fur pushed
against my skin, wet and slick, prickly yet spongy, like the moss in the
woods where we had laid last weekend.

	We had hiked to one of our favorite waterfalls, and then Dave had
taken me off on a secret trail, to see some big trees and another
waterfall.  We had opened a bottle of wine, and laid down on the mossy
ground.

	Dave had slowly stripped me, and then I took off his shirt, and
pants, and everything else, until we were both bare assed naked under the
trees.  He took his time, exploring me with his hands and his lips, and
found me hard and eager.  He cupped my balls and took me deep inside of my
mouth, my thick bush of hair pushing against his beard and moustache.
Slurping loudly, he said my name again and again, as he moved up and down
my manhood, his fingers gently caressing my balls, and tugging on my sack,
one finger pushing against my hole.  He entered me just as the first spurt
of my cum shot out of my cock, into his wet, thrusting mouth, as I moaned
his name.

	The thought of that time fired me up, my cock swelling at the
memory.

	He nudged me under the showerhead, drenching my hair, the water
cascading down my back, face, and chest.  His strong, meaty hands kneaded
my shoulders and neck, easing the tensions of the day, letting the steamy
rivulets of water work out the knots.

	He lathered my hair with shampoo, the suds worked deep into my
scalp and my beard, fingers working out the tension along my jaw, lulling
me into a deep sense of calm.

	He nudged me back under the water, rinsing off my hair and my
beard, his fingers tracing the edge of my beard along my cheek, and across
my lips, then through my beard until he moved down on my chest.  Again, his
fingers did the work, probing my pec muscles and releasing the tightness
that has accumulated today.

	He played with my nipples, stimulating them into hardness and
eagerness, sending bolts of energy down to my balls and my cock, firing me
up for something more than a shower with my lover.

	I shivered with excitement, or was it lust, as he played with me,
one hand lightly dancing down my belly and the line of fur that led down to
my groin.  He grasped me then, with his wet, slippery fingers, hot and
soapy, pumping me slowly, whispering my name as he nuzzled my neck and
licked my earlobe.

	"I want you," he whispered.  "I need you so much.  It's all I've
thought of all day.  Waiting for you, waiting for this moment."

	Dave took the bar of soap, and again gently soaped up one armpit,
and then another, his other arm wrapped around my chest, a finger caressing
first one nipple and then another.  I'd raised my hands behind my neck,
leaning back against the hardness of his hairy, wet, soapy chest, feeling
the warm spray of the shower against our naked bodies.

	His fingers worked through one furry pit and then another, gently
scrubbing in the soap, and cleaning out all of the day's funk.

	I felt his cock harden, as it pushed against the crack of my butt,
his breath soft against my neck.

	"Just relax," he said. "Let me do the work."

	His hand with the soap bar moved from my armpits to the thatch of
hair that grew thick across my chest.  He paused to pay attention to my
nipple, his calloused fingers caressing and playing with it, until it was
erect, hard and aching against the rhythm of his attentions.

	His other hand moved down again, after playing with the other
nipple, moving along my belly, and then lower, until he found my manhood,
now stiffening and hungry for his touch.  Soap suds from my chest was
running down my belly and into the thick, wiry fur above my cock and
balls. Dave rubbed the suds into the hairs, the soap now turning the thick
brown matt of fur into a mound of white foam.

	He went down further, cupping my balls in the foam, and began to
gently fondle and knead my sack.  Slippery fingers massaged my ball sack
and the root of my cock, arousing me, stiffening me, until I moaned,
leaning back against his chest, feeling his own hard cock slip deeper along
my butt crack, nearing my hole.

	I'd closed my eyes, taking in every sensation of this moment, my
lover slowly, methodically soaping and cleaning every part of me.

	I felt his fingers at the tip of my cock, sliding back the
foreskin, exposing the corona.  Slowly, ever so slowly, he rubbed his
fingers around the edge, cleaning away the last bit of the grime of the
day, arousing me to my full length, my full hardness.

	I'd be clean for him, when it was time for that, time for him to
take me when he was ready, his mouth wet and ready, his moustache and beard
sliding around my hard cock, pushing against the curls of my bush. His
whiskers would catch on my hairs, each time he moved down and then pulled
away, his tongue grazing against my eager flesh.

	A hand would cup my ball sack, fingers softly rolling and caressing
each testicle, skin against the hairs on my sack, another finger moving
underneath, along that tender line that divided my ball sack, until it
found my hole.

	Then, he'd move around my hole, hungrily touching me, enflaming the
root of my lust with his attention, the nerves around my hole tingling with
anticipation, and desire.

	He'd dance like that with me for the longest time, until my armpits
and chest were soaked with sweat, my nipples tight and hard, my cock
throbbing with every beat of my heart.

	Fluid from deep inside of me would ooze, then almost stream out of
my piss slit, its taste salty in my lover's mouth, as my balls would rise
in their sack. My groin would be ripe for erupting through his bearded lips
into his hot, wet mouth, again and again, as I moaned his name.

	Such sweet, unbearable agony; so delicious, as I emptied myself of
my very essence.

	Long ropes of cum would burst out of my hot, aching, rod; my
cockhead pulsing, red and hard.  Again and again I would burst, until my
lover's mouth was filled with my seed, until several ropes of pearly white
ooze dripped down his bearded chin, splashing, finally on his sweaty, hairy
chest.

	Dave's hands moved to my shoulders, their touch letting me know to
turn around now, letting the water stream down my chest and belly, washing
away the last bits of shampoo and soap.  The stream poured down from my
belly into the nest of fur above my still hard and aching cock, and my
balls, now risen in their sack.

	I'd almost cum, when Dave was slowly washing me, holding me,
stroking me.  His finger entering my hole, soaping me up inside and
cleaning me, had lit a fire deep inside of me, almost sending me over the
edge.

	"Not yet," he had whispered.

	And so I had waited, letting him clean me, have his way with me
with his wet fingers and hands that knew me oh, so well, so tenderly.

	He was behind me, then, some of the hot water running down my back,
running down along my butt crack. So warm, so relaxed, so at ease.

	Whatever had been my day was long gone, washed down the drain with
the soap and shampoo Dave had used to clean me up, to love me with his
strong, knowing hands.

	I felt his hardness then, against my butt, finding my crack. His
hands opened me a bit, one foot against mine, moving my legs just a little
farther apart.

	I let him move me, opening me up, letting one hand roam against me,
the backs of his fingers warm against the back of my ball sack.  My balls
felt his heat, and the warmth of the water, and I opened my legs wider,
leaning over just a bit, opening myself up for him.

	"Yes," I moaned.  "I want you so badly.  Now."

	I felt his hardness then, in the middle of my crack, next to my
hole.  It pulsed, throbbing with anticipation of what was coming next.

	"Ahh," I whispered.

	I felt his strong, wet hand against my hip, pulling me back against
his hardness, the tip of his cock hard and wet against my hole.  I felt
myself quivering with excitement, wanting him to enter me, to take me.

	He slipped in, slowly at first, almost hesitating.

	I felt his other hand move around me, finding my cock, gripping it,
the warmth of the water slippery and oh, so warm and gentle against my
skin.

	I let out a breath, relaxing now, nothing remaining inside of me
that could be felt as tension.  Nothing else mattered now, just Dave and me
and his cock and him being inside of me, under the shower.

	So clean, so relaxed, so Éconnected with him.  It was like he
could read my thoughts, my every desire, and then he would move to please
me, to raise me to yet another level of lust, of sensation.

	I wanted to cum, yet I didn't, not wanting this feeling, this
experience to stop, even to change.  This instant was so sweet, so
unforgettable.  I didn't want to go on, I didn't want to end this. I just
wanted this instant to last forever.  In this moment, I was complete.

	Yet, he did move, and he drew me along, higher and higher, until my
entire being was on fire, hungry for him to take me completely, to dance
with me, until my brain nearly exploded, until my balls emptied themselves,
until my load of cum soaked his eager, stroking hand, and spurted out on
the tiles of the wall, long strings of white pearls sliding down, mixing
with the spray from the shower.

	The steamy air would be heavy with the yeasty, manly smell of
freshly spurted cum, and lusty sweat pooled on hairy, gasping chests and
thickly forested armpits and crotches.

	We danced, and moaned, and moved together, lovers connected, until
we both erupted, cumming at the same time, each moaning each other's names
and calling on God to be here with us, and with every spurt of our hard,
thrusting cocks, spewing our essence into the world.

	We held each other tightly, our skin wet with cum and sweat, and
what proved to be the last of the hot water.  We kissed then, each holding
the other tightly, nuzzling each other's neck, and finding lips against
lips, and spent cocks and balls against each other.

	I reached over to turn off the faucet, the now cold water coming
down like icy needles on our heads.

	"I love you," one of us said, at last.

	"And I love you."

--Oregon Bear April 26, 2016