Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2009 14:01:20 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: A Weekend Away, Part 1

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			  A Weekend Away, Part 1

	Keith had been gone for nearly a week, a big business trip, four
cities in five days, making presentations on his company's newest product
line.  He had been working on the details of the presentation for a month,
pulling twelve hour days, six or seven days a week.
	The airport was its usual chaos, but I managed to pull to the curb
outside of the baggage claim, and Keith greeted me with a wave and a grin,
and literally leaped into the front seat, throwing his bag in the back.  He
stripped off his suit coat, and tossed it on top of his bag.
	"Lord, I'm glad to be back," he said, as he pulled off his tie and
undid a second button on his white shirt, a bit of his curly chest hair
poking out.  His recently clean shaven face had a healthy five o'clock
shadow, and I remembered how he looked in a beard just a few weeks ago, his
curly, coarse whiskers covering the lower half of his rugged face, marching
half way up his cheeks.  He'd shaved his beard just before the trip, his
boss suggesting that a clean-shaven Keith would make a better presentation,
a "clean cut" image of the company.
	"You gonna grow that beard back, Keith?" I asked, as I watched him
rub his hand over his face, and look at himself in the vanity mirror in the
visor.  "You know how I like my lover to be a bearded man."
	"Yeah, I am," Keith replied.  "You know, that 'clean shaven look'
crap of my boss was just a bunch of B.S.  Most of the guys I spoke with at
the presentations had moustaches, goatees, or beards.  The guy we signed up
for the biggest contract had a beard clear down to his chest, and a pony
tail.  My boss is just so behind the times.  And, besides, no one cares if
you wear a beard anymore, anyway.  At least not in our business."
	"I didn't shave this morning.  Our last meeting was cancelled and I
was just sick of shaving, anyway.  And, besides, I wanted to get a start on
growing it back," Keith added, rubbing his hand over his sandpapery chin.
	"I get the next couple of days off, and then it's the weekend.
Plenty of time to start a respectable beard before I have to be back at
work on Monday," Keith added.  "I hate those damned razors, anyway.  I must
have cut myself several times every morning on the damned things."
	I weaved in and out of traffic, finally settling in on the freeway,
just an hour from home.  Keith unwound a bit, after a few more rants about
his narrow minded boss, and the mind-numbing routines of business lunches,
banquets, and sterile hotel rooms.  He rolled up the sleeves of his dress
shirt, his strong, hairy wrists and forearms now flexing and stretching, as
the tension of the week started easing away.
	"I'm so glad you're home, Keith," I said.  "I really missed you.
I'm going to take the next few days off, too, so we can have some real time
together.  In fact, I've decided we need a little break.  So, effective
immediately, we are on vacation."
	"I've made a few reservations, and, about an hour from now, you'll
be getting a massage and herbal wrap at the Huckleberry Mountain Resort," I
said. "After your massage, we are having a five course dinner at their four
star restaurant.  We're staying the night, and tomorrow, you're having an
hour workout with a personal trainer, and then another massage."
	"I packed your favorite weekend clothes, too, so you can relax
without wearing your suit," I added.
	Keith looked at me with amazement, and a grin appeared on his tired
face.
	"Oh, I think I can handle that, Sam.  I've always wanted to go
there, and I hear their food is fabulous.  Several people at work have
raved about their spa, too.  I wouldn't mind working out a few kinks, and
spending a romantic night away with you," he replied, with a bit of a
laugh.  "I've had my nose to the grindstone on this project for too long,
and it's about wore me out."
	I took the freeway exit to the mountains, and soon, we were driving
along a beautiful river, climbing up into the foothills.  Another half
hour, we were at the spa resort, winding up a long driveway, enjoying the
picturesque cabins and the beautiful Craftsman style lodge and resort.  We
checked in, and found our way to our cabin, with a large deck overlooking
the river, and an ice bucket filled with an icy bottle of champagne.
	"We'll wait on the champagne, Keith.  It's time for your massage,
and mine, too.  We'll have plenty of time before dinner to enjoy that
champagne," I grinned, winking at him, watching my lover take in the
serenity of the view, and finally start to really relax.
	Keith changed out of his business suit, into his usual jeans and T
shirt, and we strolled over to the spa, admiring the view of the mountains
and the landscaping of the resort.  When we checked in at the spa, the
receptionist handed each of us a glass of wine.  We sipped the wine, and
looked out over the pool and the weight room, watching a number of people
working out and relaxing.
	Soon, our masseuses greeted us, and escorted us back to our
respective rooms.  In a few minutes, I was happily lying prone on a large
massage table, my strong, well muscled masseuse quickly finding my sore
spots and "triggers", as he skillfully kneaded my back and neck muscles.
The hour passed quickly, his fingers and meaty hands easing the tensions of
the day and gently stretching and easing nearly every muscle in my
road-weary body.  All too soon, he wrapped me head to toe in a pungent,
warm herbed cloth, drawing out the last ounce of stress from my now relaxed
body.
	I slipped into a day dream, my cock twitching at the thought of
slowly stripping Keith bare assed naked, laying him on the bed in our cabin
and slowly sucking his cock, until he exploded his jism, filling my mouth
with my lover's juices, hearing him pant with lust, as I brought him to his
first orgasm of the weekend.  I stirred a bit, the herbal wrap now cooling
a bit, and slowly dressed, anticipating that Keith would soon be in my
arms, and in my mouth.
	I joined Keith back at the reception area, a big smile on his face
telling me he enjoyed his hour of relaxation as much as mine.  The
receptionist escorted us to a small patio overlooking a large flower garden
and waterfall, pouring us large glasses of sparkling water.  He urged us to
drink our fill of the icy cold water, to flush out the toxins released by
the massage, and to just enjoy our deep sense of relaxation.
	'Hmmm, I'm starting to feel human again, Sam," Keith said, as we
sipped the cold water, and felt the last relaxing tingles of our massages
ease away the last bit of tension in our muscles.
	Ambling back to our room, Keith was eager to open the champagne.  I
took two crystal glasses down from the bar, as Keith quickly popped the
cork, the pleasant thud of the cork popping out of the bottle filling the
room with its celebratory explosion.  He filled the glasses, waiting for
the bubbly foam to subside a bit, so we both had a full glass.
	"Here's to our vacation," Keith said, as we clinked our glasses,
looking into each other's eyes.
	The champagne was cold, refreshing.  We looked out over the valley,
admiring the view of the trees and the distant mountains.  I looked over at
Keith, seeing his face now relaxed, the stress of his trip and his weeks of
hard work ebbing away.
       The stubble on his cheeks and chin was starting to thicken a bit,
and I could begin to see the outline of the beard that he had worn for the
last several years.  Soon, his whiskers would grow enough that I would once
again be able to run my fingers through the coarse beard of my lover,
feeling the tight curls on his face against my hands, my lips, and, at
least once a day, on my cock, when he would slowly make love to me, taking
me into his mouth, bringing me to my climax with his thick, warm lips and
experienced, wet tongue.
       I reached over to Keith, taking his now drained glass out of his
hands, and poured each of us another glass of the bubbly wine.  I ran my
hands over his stubbly face, feeling his short whiskers, sandpapery, almost
able to move with the motions of my hands over his rugged, manly face.
Then, I felt the strong, lean muscles of his shoulders, and his muscular
pecs, and the chiseled ridges of his lean, hard belly, underneath the
smooth cotton of his T shirt.  His manly aroma mixed with the spicy scent
of the massage oil, and the fruity scent of the champagne on his breath,
filling my nostrils with a rich, subtle mixture, occasionally freshened by
the piney smells of the forest.
       Pulling up the bottom of his shirt, I watched the fabric rise along
his belly and chest, smoothing and combing the curls of thick, black hair
on his belly and his hard pecs, the color of his T shirt now replaced by
the tanned, hairy skin of his chest, his thick, soft nipples surrounded by
a thick ring of curly hairs, and the center of his chest thick with hair,
the curls glinting in the light from the remnants of the oil left by the
masseuse.
	As I pulled his shirt higher, the thick, damp forest of his armpits
opened up to my eager eyes, his damp, musty scent now strong in my
nostrils, as Keith sensed my eagerness to make love to him, his own lust
now free to run rampant.  My lover now stripped to the waist, I stood back
a bit to admire his chiseled, hard body, and the pattern of curly black
hair accenting the hard curved of his muscles, thickest in the center of
his chest, and then heading down over his hard belly to the top of his
jeans, leading down further to where his fat cock and heavy balls lay, the
faint outlines of their familiar shapes pushing against the cloth of his
jeans.
       My mouth watered at the prospects of tasting his hard cock, and
running my tongue over his hard shaft and dripping cock head, his salty,
yeasty juices tempting me to bring him to a quick climax, so that I could
fill my mouth with his spicy seed, feeling him thrash about under me, his
muscles tense and moving as he climaxed.
       I handed Keith's full glass of champagne to him, watching his thick
hairy fingers curl around the crystal stem of the ornate goblet, the rising
bubbles in the glass forming a curtain against the fur of his chest, the
pattern of hair, muscle and reddish nipples broken up into delicate
patterns by the crystal goblet and the bubbles.
       As Keith sipped from his glass, a bit of the wine spilled onto his
chest, some of the bubbles catching on some of the hairs on his chest, and
slowly dripping onto his stomach.  I moved closer, tenderly licking up the
drops of champagne, tasting his skin, and taking a side trip to suckle on
his warm nipples, which quickly reacted by forming tight points of tender,
hard nips, raw, eager nerve endings now hot on my tongue.  My attentions
caused Keith's glass to tremble again, sending more dribbles of wine down
his naked, furry chest.  Again, my lips and eager tongue lapped up the
champagne, and necessitated yet another dance across his hard, hairy chest
and red, inflamed nipples.
       My hand slowly moved down Keith's furry belly and explored his
still-clothed manhood, finding his heavy ball sack, now swollen under his
thick sausage, his cock head dampening the denim cloth.  His groin was now
hot with need, as blood filled him, hardening him, readying him for my
taking of his essence, raising him until his seed gushed into my waiting,
hungry mouth.  I felt his lean, hard pelvis push against me, wanting me,
wanting to thrust and pulse and dance the ancient dance of lovers once
again.
       Keith set down his now empty goblet, and pulled me close to him, our
lips touching, tasting each other, my moustache rubbing against the
sandpapery skin of his stubbled lips and chin, his heat rising from his
naked chest.  His meaty hands quickly unbuttoned my shirt, his fingers
brushing against the hairs of my now almost naked chest, as Keith stripped
me of the shirt, so our skin could touch, bringing us both closer to the
edge of our lust.  He tenderly tweaked my own hungry nipples, until my
tits, too, were hard and horny, matching Keith's nipples rising above the
sculpted ridges of his hot, now damp chest.
	I pushed him against the bed, gently backwards, until he sprawled
out on the bed, his hard buttocks and strong thighs draped downward, his
cock pushing upward against the cloth of his pants, his bare chest and
belly rising and lowering faster now, with his eagerness to complete our
union.  I knelt down between his thighs, grabbing his belt, and slowly
undoing the buckle, the top button, as his cock pushed hard against the
cloth, his pre-cum now soaking a larger spot of cloth with its yeasty
juice.
	I ran my tongue over the cloth, tasting his juice just a bit,
savoring its delicate, salty flavor, breathing my hot breath over his
cockhead, his shaft, and his rising balls, so that he could feel me close
to him, so he could anticipate what was ahead of him, and how I was going
to bring him to his climax, to free his balls of his jism, and bring him to
the top of his mountain.
	Slowly, I pulled his zipper down, exposing thick tufts of his wiry
curls of hair, and the thick shaft of his cock, his rich, musty moisture of
his crotch now filling my nostrils, mixing with the yeasty salt of his
pre-cum juice, and the faint clean odor of soap.  My tongue ran along the
silky skin of his expanding cock shaft, heat now rising from his almost
naked groin, the curly hairs of his manhood catching in my moustache.
	Keith's jeans slowly slipped off his muscled groin and thighs, and
off of the sculpted curves of his butt cheeks, until his balls came into
view, bunched in their furry sack underneath his now fully erect cock, his
cheeks opening slightly to expose the pink, wrinkled rosebud of his hole,
surrounded by short curls of his downy ass hair.  His cock rose high above
his balls, growing and throbbing, a thin line of pre-sum oozing down,
forming a thin strand of juice that ended in a few curls of the hair on his
balls, glistening in the late afternoon light.
	He looked down at me, over his strong, hairy chest, rising now
faster with his eagerness and excitement, his furry belly, and his thick,
meaty cock, waving in the air.  I could see his grin, his smile, as I took
one of his balls into my mouth, and began to slowly suckle on the hairy
sack and hot nut, feeling the thick texture of his sack, tasting the musty
sweat, my chest now hard against the thin, nearly hairless soft skin of his
inner thighs.
	Keith moaned, throwing his head back, raising his arm and draping
it over his eyes, as he absorbed the sensations of my wet sucklings on his
balls.  The thick, now wet strands of his armpit hairs shined in the light,
and I could smell his manly lusty sweat, as he moved about the bed, moaning
and asking for his release from my work, my tongue now rolling both of his
balls in their furry sack in my wet mouth.
	Moving up, I wettened his hard shaft with my lips, exploring each
inch, each nerve of his cock, until his drenched cockhead passed through my
lips, his shaft now filling my mouth, my moustache brushing against the
thick hairs of his cockroot, my hand now cupping his ball sack, filling his
brain with my rhythmic attentions to his need.  I felt his seed rise high
in his balls, his back now arched, his muscles tensed with desire, short
moans and whimpers softly escaping his lips, as I played my song on his
love flute, until the tune had reached its crescendo, until his balls
spewed their load, shooting his thick streams of cum the full length of his
hard, massive cock, filling my mouth with his pearly seed.
	Keith thrashed and moaned, his breath coming in quick gasps and
moans, as rope after rope of his juice filled my mouth, and spilled out,
running down my beard onto the thick pelt of hair of his crotch and belly,
until my face and Keith were soaked in his cum.  I moved up to kiss him,
letting Keith taste his seed on my lips and tongue, until bits of his cum
wettened his stubbly chin, bits of white cum against black whiskery
stubble, the yeasty odor filling both of our noses with his love scent,
mixing with the lusty sweat that drenched Keith's furry pits and chest, as
he reached his climax and shot his load, sharing his manly, lustful juice
with his lover.
	He reached down to slide off my sweat pants, quickly baring my own
naked butt cheeks, and my aching, hard cock, his strong hands deftly
exploring every muscle, every crevice and nerve in my body.  Keith cupped
my own full balls with his fingers, feeling my heat, my own lust.  He
pulled me up, sliding my now bare ass over his spent cock, cum soaked belly
and onto his sweaty, hairy chest, until my thighs gripped his shoulders and
face, until his mouth took in my throbbing, oozing cock.  His strong arms
pushed my hard into his face, my groin bouncing hard, rapidly against the
stubble of his chin and jaws, my cock buried deep into his mouth.
       I gasped, trying to slow my lover down, to take my time in rising to
my own climax, but also wanting to cum now, quickly, to meet the urgent
demands of my hairy lover, as he pushed me hard against his face, my cock
now on fire, as he hungrily sucked me, his urgent hands and arms pushing
hard against my butt cheeks, again and again, my hips now hard, thrusting
into his mouth, each stroke rubbing the length of my cock with his warm wet
lips and darting tongue.  My fire spread from my balls and up the length of
my manhood, until my cock head was ablaze, until I could no longer take
even another push into Keith's mouth, until my balls exploded, sending my
own jism deep into the maw of my lover, my seed coating his tongue,
overflowing his lips and spilling down his stubbled chin into the thick
curls of his sweaty chest.
	Softly, he held my now spent cock in his wet, cum soaked mouth,
until the last of my blood drained from my exhausted cock, his tongue
tenderly taking the last of my jism from the tip of my tool, sending yet
another spasm of pleasure up my spine and into my overwhelmed, satiated
brain.  Sweat poured from my armpits and down my still heaving chest,
dripping into Keith's sweaty, cum splattered chest hair, the cum now sticky
against our skins.
	"Wow, that was some appetizer, partner.  Now, I'm ready for the
rest of the feast."

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