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“Hey, sexy!” Sam texts. “I’m biking out past your cabin sometime tomorrow, headed up mountain to camp for two nights. You around? Up for me stopping by for a quick beer?” and “oh, by the way … I’m finally fully vaxxed!”

As it turns out, I was planning to be up at our cabin, just hanging out and doing chores. My other half was busy with work at our place in town, and the idea of a beer with Sam — maybe more — seemed like a perfectly fine diversion. He’s a sexy, scruffy otter, all of 160 pounds dripping wet, but solid legs and butt and core from years of dedicated mountain biking and hiking. Furry in the right places, especially along the crack of his muscled ass. An outdoors buddy of ours in recent years — backpacking, camping, hiking. Total bottom, but, great kisser, and my partner and I have figured, hell yeah, we can work with that.

The next morning, Sam updates to say some bike repairs might take longer than he expected. “But no worries, if it gets too late in the day for me to head out and set up camp, I’d be happy to bunk up with you.”

My dick throbs a bit in my shorts, reading that.

RAGING RIVER, THROBBING COCKS …

Late Saturday afternoon, I finish my chores, and about at the expected time, Sam texts to say he’s 20 minutes down the road. I make sure beers are chilled. We’d recently set up a sitting area in a clearing down by our river, and I figure that’d be a good place to enjoy the last light of day and kick off our visit.

He rolls up to the front door, stashes the bike on the deck, and I toss him a beer. We share a nice quick kiss. “Great to see you, handsome! Let’s head out back and down by the river.”

It’s gotten a bit chilly, but no wind, so not too bad to be out in shorts and a hoodie, for a while anyway. We take a couple extra beers for spares, so we won’t have to trek back up the hill to the cabin for a refill.

We have a great time catching up. After swigging Beer One, he gets up to take a piss nearby. I think it’s funny that he walks to the edge of the clearing and turns from me; we’ve shared a lot more with each other than just pissing, and I’m thinking I’d sure love to see him whip out his cock and watch him drain it in front of me. Instead, I have an idea of my own … my semihard cock needs to be pulled out of my shorts, ready for when he returns.

I unzip and free my dick. He approaches his seat to find I’ve got nearly a full hardon in my hand (expedited by the cock ring I shoved my junk into before he arrived). I’m slowly stroking. He seems surprised, but in a very pleasant way, gets a sweet grin on his face, and settles back into his chair, pops open Beer Two and takes in the show.

We make eye contact and I communicate how great it is to have him back again, and I continue to stroke my cock, as if it were the most natural thing between good buddies, which it fucking is. I pull my heavy nuts out of my shorts, too, so my whole throbbing package is proudly on display for him.

He watches for a bit, clearly savoring it, rubs his crotch, and soon succumbs to the desire to join in. He unzips, pulls down his waistband, and soon, his semihard 7″ dick – fairly similar in size to mine – is unleashed. We lock eyes as he starts to play with his hardening shaft for me. He knows I love watching him skinny dipping, stripping, jacking, pretty much doing anything sexual.

“Fuuuuck does this feel nice!” he says. We look around, enjoy the rushing river and the semi-privacy of the canopy of trees around our clearing — there’s next to zero chance of the nearest neighbors passing through, at this hour, illegal bahis and if we heard them coming we could scramble and cover up. We salivate over the sight of each other’s hard cocks, thoughts of how we’ve enjoyed them in the past. I settle in to thoughts of what might lie ahead for the evening, as I’m sure he does, too.

I know it’s been a long frustrating year for him, no sex as a single dude during the pandemic, and he was extremely cautious, unlike a lot of our friends. Figuring he’d be more than in the mood for some release, I head over, get on my knees in front of his, look him in the eye, grab his nuts and shaft, and slowly take his cock head into my mouth. I start giving him head, in a manner that I know he enjoys, from experience. He kicks his head back and closes his eyes.

“Just enjoy it, buddy,” I tell him. “I want to make tonight worth your wait.”

I wrap my tongue around his throbbing cock head, taste a little precum. I recall the last time we were together, the three of us, and after an hour or two of playful, sweaty hot sex, I swallowed his steaming load, spurt after spurt with his boner trapped in my mouth. So good! This was after my boyfriend and I took turns fucking him hard, and raw, while the other shoved our cock down his throat. Me, making out with Sam while my other half licked his ass, deep, making him moan. Then switching places. Then us planting our seed deep inside his gut, claiming him as ours, pinning him down to rim him, then share it all with intense threeway kissing, touching, pit sniffing, eye contact. Sexy as fuck.

He takes my head in his hands, leans down, kisses me deep. I’m a bit older, we don’t have quite a daddy-son thing going on, but uncle-nephew, maybe? Older brother? Definitely. It’s a huge turn on. He stands up, and says, “Time for me to return the favor …”

We switch positions, I plop my ass in the chair, completely removing my shorts, and shirt. I knew the sight of my hairy chest and glory trail would get him going, and sure enough, he has to lick and chew on my nipples and rub my stomach a bit before he gets down to business with my cock. He strips off his shirt and shorts as well, and yeah, it’s starting to get a bit chilly, but we’re so worked up we don’t care. The sight of the two of us, totally nude except for hiking shoes and socks, starting to enjoy each other’s body again, is wildly sexy. I lean over to see the sexy arch of his back, and the curves of his exposed, most likely hungry ass. Fuck!

I kick back with my arms behind my head, and sniff my pits, as he swallows my hard hairy cock. Jesus Christ, I’d forgotten how good he was.

He runs his tongue up and down my shaft. Surrounds my cock head with his lips. Looks up to make eye contact. Fucking terrific lover, hiking buddy, friend. He runs his hands up and down my furry legs, cups my balls, takes them into his mouth. Fuuuuck. This goes on for 15, maybe 20 minutes? I’m lost, I’m in heaven, but it is getting noticeably chillier.

“Let’s head back up and inside. I’ll make a quick dinner. We can continue from there.”

Sounds good to me! He replies.

INTERLUDE: NAKED DINNER …

We grab our clothes off the forest floor and head up the hill to the cabin, naked, our aroused hairy cocks swinging in front of us. So sexy and thrilling to be outdoors, and I guess yeah, the very slight chance of being seen does add to the thrill. Inside, we dump our clothes in the mud room, but remain nude, kick off our shoes and socks. No questions asked. We warm up a bit with a deep, long kiss, arms wrapped around each other, boners illegal bahis siteleri and nuts grinding.

I’d prepped stuff for a quick dinner earlier in the day, but we occasionally make out or steal a quick swallow of each other’s cock, or taste of ass, while I’m dancing around the kitchen putting it all together. I grab a bottle of red wine, a couple of glasses, then we sit down to eat. Naked. I occasionally glance over at, and stroke, his soft cock. It’s fucking beautiful. He does the same with mine, rubs his forefinger over the head, steals some precum and lifts it to his bearded lips and swallows. Fuck! We talk and laugh and he confesses how much he’s missed our company, but yeah, if he’s completely honest, our two cocks, over the last year. I grin as I gather up our plates, and usher him to the living room futon, feeling the soft fur of his ass cheeks as I head in behind him. It’s great to have developed a 100% comfort level together.

“Make a fire?” I ask. I’d set up the kindling and starter logs so all he really has to do is get it going, while I settle into the futon and start stroking my now semi-hard cock. Feeling perfectly natural. Watching our mate bent over in front of the huge stone fireplace, furry ass in the air, his muscled shoulders, sweet curved back, sexy feet. He adjusts the kindling and gets some flames going, getting things hot in more ways than one.

He joins me on the couch, we embrace, we make out, our now fully erect cocks get reacquainted. I cannot wait to get started on this boy. “Turn that sexy ass around, and suck my cock! But I’ll also need you to sit that ass down on my face, RIGHT NOW.” He knows it’s a command, and not a request, and he does as told. Just as he takes the length of my member down his throat, his hairy crack and sweet exposed hole meet my lips.

I love rimming him as much as he loves getting rimmed, and I know it quickly gets him in the mood to get fuck. I dive in deep, sticking my tongue in his warm ass, licking his crack from top to bottom, reaching around to jack his boner, detouring occasionally to lick and suck on his now low-hanging nuts. He’s gobbling up my cock.

“Fuck, buddy,” I tell him, “this has been too long!” He removes my dick from his mouth just long enough to say he agrees. I spread his muscled butt cheeks apart, just look at that sexy hole and crack and fur, now slick with my spit, and start to plot more.

“Let me toss some more wood on the fire,” I tell him. “When I get back to this couch, I want your ass in the air and that sweet hole better be ready for my fucking cock …” He grins and starts to do as he is told.

ONE HOT FIRESIDE FUCK …

When the fire is stoked and I return to the futon, as I knew he would be, he’s on all fours with his back arched, looking back up at me for approval. This is maybe, what, the sixth, eighth time that I and/or my partner have fucked him? We’ve settled into a comfortable, wonderful routine, hot sex with friends. He loves our raw cocks and semen; we love giving them to him. I love that he digs both of our hairy bodies and cocks, and loves watching us get it on, too.

I approach, spit on his hole, spit again on my cock, finger his hole a bit — damn, it’s tighter than ever after a year of no sex! — then position my cock head at his crack.

He moans softly, knowing he’s about to get a solid seven. OK, with the cock ring working some serious magic on me tonight, it seems nearly extended to eight. He’s not complaining about the math either way, as I slide into him, take my time, inch by inch, getting reacquainted with our canlı bahis siteleri good friend. His muscled ass eagerly swallows my cock, and good.

“Feels good to be back inside you, buddy. Damn!” He turns around and smiles, says he totally agrees, and says, “really was kinda hoping all day we could make love again tonight.” It turns me on that, even though he’s “just” a friend (a very good friend at that) he uses the phrase making love. It does feel like that, something familiar and wonderful, and not just friends getting each other off. My partner and I have started to discuss what it would mean taking him on as our third – those conversations were put on hold for more than a year during the pandemic, but I think we’d all agree, need to be reopened soon.

I tell Sam I was hoping for exactly the same. I massage his ass cheeks, and very slowly slide my slick cock in and out of his tight butt. I pull it almost entirely out, and watch it slowly enter him as it makes him moan. I know he loves that. But neither of us wants a quickie, so I slide my cock out, and drop to my knees, and get ready to rim him again. I slap his ass.

“Do you know how much we love this sweet fucking hole? How you are so eager to bottom for us?? We’ve discussed how hot it would be to make this our own. Give you our cocks more regularly …”

“I’d fucking love that,” he shouts, “and you know it!” His enthusiasm for the sex life we’ve developed gives me a huge rush. As much as the sexual attraction and compatibility, we’ve got that comfort level, looking into a lover’s eyes and knowing how much fun we’ve had outside the sack as well, backpacking, snow shoeing, hiking, tossing back beers, dinner date nights.

My cock jumps. I stroke it a bit. I’m a massive precummer, and a nice glistening spurt dribbles out of the head. Before it can land on the couch, I put it to good use at his hole. “Need you to take care of this precum for me, buddy,” I say, as I reposition my glistening cock at his sweet hole and use the additional lube to dive in for the kill. Alternating slow and fast fucking, I give him what he wants, and what I need. A nice hard loving fuck.

The fire’s roaring along nicely, no need to interrupt our union to add any more logs. He’s stroking his cock and says he’s so close to blowing his nut for me. “Hold on just another minute or two,” I tell him, “I’m almost there,” and give him a half dozen solid thrusts of my entire shaft, slapping against his sweet furry ass, until I start to moan. “Oh you fucker, get ready to take my juice! I’m cumming! Fuuuuck!!”

He’s not as verbal as I am, but he enjoys knowing he brings out my inner porn star, and soon after I’m drained, depositing a three-day load of my DNA deep in his gut, I feel his ass clamp around my softening cock as he starts to cum. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck …” he softly whispers. I cup his nuts, and my dick feels his prostate contract as he expels a solid 6 or 8 spurts (luckily, onto an old blanket that we know, from previous dates, washes up easily afterward). I can feel as I pull out, his tight chute coaxes a final few spurts out of my cock. Fucking sweet!

It’s that kind of night, and he’s that kind of friend, that we can collapse in each other’s arms for the next hour – or is it two? – softly kissing, playing with each other’s used cocks, running our fingers through our chest hair, sniffing each other’s pits. Talking and laughing, tossing wood on the fire as needed, taking a break to smoke some weed. A fantastic night that, at least speaking for myself, I worked hard to make worth his wait.

We head up to the loft and nestle into a log-frame bed, naked, and sleep hard until he has to bike off the next morning — but not until after we’ve kicked the comforter back, sharing sunrise blowjobs, and coaxing a final couple of loads out of each other …

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