Oregon Bear 9

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He reached for me, finding my shoulder, under the thin cloth. He pulled me, slowly, towards him, and I felt the warmth of his strong fingers, against the cloth, and, reaching into the skin of my shoulders. He was warm, almost hot. His breath felt warm, damp against my face, and I could smell the faint spiciness of the wine in my nose. I could smell his sweat, clean and earthy, fresh from our workout in the gym, and the shower and then in the smoke from the steaks sizzling, and the wine, and the faint rich odors of the river water. And I could smell his lust, his horniness, just a bit. It mixed with the remnants of the wine and the steak and the river water, and with everything else. And, it burned a bit in my belly and in my lungs, and moved down to my cock, sending a new fire to my loins, a fire that had not burned there for a long, long time.

And, we took each other into our arms, muscle and skin and hair against each other, and the faint glow of sweat on skin on a summer night. And, heat of men and muscle, and of lust and need, and hunger. We clinged to each other, at first, loose and free, but soon, hard and tight against each other, until cloth and skin were hard against each other, until I could feel the heat of his chest, and the hard need of his crotch, pulsing and eager, against me.

His heart beat hard and steady, and I could feel the heat of his blood, rising and pulsing and pushing against me. I could feel his need, and my own need, hot and needy, ready to erupt, ready to explode. And, so I pushed back at him, gripping him hard and sweaty, holding him next to me, holding him tight against my own hard cock and full balls, against me, hard, hungry.

Oregon Bear 9