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Nailing It
Dave had asked me to come over on Saturday and help him with his deck project. He'd been putting in a deck in his back yard for several weeks, and his frustration with the project was all he could talk about. We worked out together at the gym, and played racquetball at least twice a week before we each headed off to our jobs. But, this was the first time he'd invited me over to his house, let alone help him out with something. He wasn't a very talkative guy, but he was a good workout buddy and he knew how to put me through my paces on the racquetball court.
I showed up with my nail gun, tool box and some extra knee pads, as Dave had groaned to me about how long the project was taking, when he called me last night and asked me to lend him a hand. It was a pretty hot day, and when I arrived, Dave was bent over his table saw, measuring a board and cussing a blue streak. He was stripped to the waist, and his beefy chest was soaked with sweat, his thick chest hair matted, his armpits dripping.
"Damn, I just can't get these measurements right, Pete," Dave said. "This is the third cut I've made for this board, and I keep screwing it up."
"Here, let me take a look at it, Dave," I replied.
I moved next to Dave, as we both looked at the tape measure and the board. I was close enough to Dave to get a good whiff of his armpits, his smell fresh with a bit of soap and the fresh sawdust from his project. Bits of sawdust were sprinkled in his chest hair, his moustache and goatee, and the stubble on his cheeks. I pulled out my carpenter's square and we re-measured the space on the deck where the board needed to go, to finish up a corner, and then cut and nailed the board in with my nail gun, a perfect fit.
"Wow, that's great, Pete," Dave grinned. "You're a big help. I'm glad you came over."
We quickly worked our way through the rest of the deck boards, Dave soon getting the hang of using my square and nail gun. We became an efficient team, and in two hours, the deck was finished. During our measuring, cutting, and nailing, I took a number of opportunities to eye his flexing muscles, and the way his hair curled across his chest and down his flat, washboard stomach, and down to his waistline. I could see his bulge in his cutoffs, and I wondered how my fingers would enjoy fondling his cock and sweaty, hairy balls. My cock twitched with excitement, and I found myself drifting off into my fantasies. I'd been thinking about Dave for several months, getting my eyeful of his manly body every time we worked out at the gym, every time we showered in the locker room.
I'd known Dave lived alone, and wasn't romantically involved with anyone, not since his divorce several years ago. But, Dave kept his love life close to the vest, and was shy about his body in the locker room, always covering himself with a towel and turning his back towards me when he dressed. Still, I'd gotten some good views of his thick uncut cock and heavy balls, nestled in the thick curly hair that matched the hair on his strong, well defined chest. It was those images that flashed across my eyes now, as we worked on the deck.
"This deck would have taken me another two or three days. I can't believe how quickly you got this done, Pete," Dave said. "How about a beer, before I get out a brush and stain it?"
"How about we have a beer, and then we fill up my paint sprayer with the stain, and we'll get the stain on in about twenty minutes. No brush required," I replied. "That'll save you another half day of tedious work."
Dave thought that was the best idea of the day, even better than the nail gun and the knee pads, and he quickly disappeared into the kitchen for the beer. I watched his tight butt as he went into the house, his meaty cheeks pressing against the thin denim cloth of his cutoffs.
We sat on the edge of the new deck, and enjoyed a cold beer together. I took a minute to admire Dave's muscular chest and shoulders, still glistening with sweat, and enjoyed the thick forest of his wet armpit hair as he raised his arm to take another swig of his beer. I'd quickly stripped off my T shirt when I started to work on the deck, and the slight breeze soon cooled my sweaty chest, and I felt the breeze gently move my own chest hairs and dry my pits.
Dave was quiet. He sat perfectly still, sipping his beer, and giving the back yard the thousand yard stare. He was usually a happy guy at the gym, joking and teasing me as we fought each other on the racquetball court, and being supportive of me when he spotted me on the bench in the weight room. But, now, he was somber, his stubbled jaw firm, his face almost frowning.
"You look like you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders, Dave," I said. "Here it is, a warm summer day, you just finished your deck, and you're drinking a beer with a guy who thinks you're a heck of a good friend. We have the rest of the day to enjoy ourselves, and you are looking like the world just pissed all over you."
"I'm just ....well, I'm just lost, Pete," Dave responded. "I've been doing some heavy thinking lately, and I've come to realize I'm not very happy with my life. I don't want to be around women anymore and I don't even want to date one. I'm not sure what I really want anymore. I want to be loved, but the whole dating scene just doesn't seem like something I even want to think about."
We talked about his divorce and his circle of friends. He told me that he really didn't have any friends, except me, and even then, he had tried to be distant to me, to avoid being close. He was afraid of opening himself up; he didn't want to get hurt again.
"You're an attractive, smart man, Dave. There are a lot of people I know who would enjoy your company, and there are a number of people who would like to take you to bed, too," I said.
"Oh, I don't want to have sex again. Women just.... Well, they don't turn me on anymore," Dave replied.
"Well, how about a man, Dave," I said. "You're very attractive to men. You have a very muscular, handsome body, and you have a great personality. Maybe you need to be sexual with a man sometime, and see what that is like for you."
"Oh, I don't know. I've never been close to a man before, and I wouldn't know how to even start that conversation, let alone make a move. I guess most guys would get angry, call me a 'homo' or a 'fag', and then, I'd be rejected all over again," Dave replied.
"Well, I wouldn't. I find you attractive, and I wouldn't turn you down," I said. "You know me well enough to know that I'm gay and that I find men attractive. And, I find you attractive, downright sexy. If you asked me, I'd say 'yes' in a New York minute."
"You would? Really? But, you're a really nice guy, Pete, and I'm sure you have your pick of the men in your life that would want to sleep with you," Dave said. "I'm not, ... I'm not even in the same league as you. Besides, you'd want someone really .... Experienced. And, well, I've... I've....never done it with a man."
I looked over at Dave, his face hot, red, as he blushed, and looked away. His embarrassment spread to his chest, his skin turning red, as his shame and embarrassment heated his skin, his armpits now dripping with new sweat, his shoulders squirming with anxiety. My eyes wandered over his firm chest, his pink nipples highlighted against the black curly hair of his chest. My cock stirred with the thought of taking his nipples into my mouth, to taste them, pulling and sucking on them, feeling them grow hard against my lips. I wanted to hear Dave moan with pleasure as I sucked and stiffened his nips.
"Well, Dave, I do find you to be a very attractive, handsome, and yes, sexy man. I've been daydreaming about you and your handsome body for a long time, and I haven't flirted with you because I wasn't sure if you liked men. But, now that I know that you do like men, consider this conversation as an offer to seduce you, to be my lover today," I said.
Dave looked down at the ground below our feet, and fell silent. We had finished our beer, and I stood up and headed into the kitchen for a second round. I could tell that this was just a break in what had become a very serious discussion.
I returned with the beers to find Dave still looking at the ground, a tear running down his face into his stubbled cheek and jaw. I handed him his beer, and he nodded his thanks. We sat there for some time, the silence feeling comfortable, as Dave sorted through our conversation, trying to decide what he wanted to do, dealing with his fears and his desires, knowing that our friendship had taken a new twist.
Finally, Dave spoke.
"I don't want to ruin our friendship, Pete. That's about the only thing I have now as far as friendships and relationships go. I can't stand the idea of being all alone, and yet, I also am overwhelmed by your offer. I can't imagine you wanting me, sexually. I don't think I deserve that. And, yet, I'm curious about loving a man, and I've always wondered what that would be like. I just....I just don't think I'm worthy of that, especially from someone as nice as you."
"We can take it slow, real slow, Dave," I said, softly. "You can do just want you want to do, just what feels natural. We have all afternoon, and all night, if you want. But, you won't offend me if you want to tell me no. We are still friends, and I don't want that to change."
"I don't either," Dave replied, "But, a big part of me is saying I need to take a risk here, and to take you up on your offer. I'm...I'm just scared. That's all. Scared I won't live up to your expectations. That I'll be a failure, again. And, I couldn't stand that. I've been a failure my whole life."
"Well, Dave, you won't fail me, and you won't fail yourself," I said. "A big part of making love with someone you care about is to give them room to grow, to experiment, to fully realize themselves. It's like a great marriage, where both partners help each other to grow, to be nurtured, to find their own path in the world. When you help the other person grow, then you grow too. It all comes back to you, ten times."
Dave nodded. He scooted closer to me, and put his hand on my thigh, his skin feeling warm against me. I moved my arm around him, holding his shoulder close to me, smelling his manly aroma, the faint scent of sawdust, and a whiff of beer on his breath, and feeling the dampness of his sweat on his shoulders.
We sat there for several minutes, Dave close to me, touching me, the wheels in his brain whirring, as he contemplated my offer, and his interest in moving our relationship to a new, unexplored level.
Finally, he turned to me and said, "I'm ready to take you up on your offer, Pete. You're going to have to guide me here. I'm scared to death, but I want to have you make love to me now."
I hugged Dave, bringing him closer to my chest, so that his arm and shoulder touched my hairy chest, feeling my own warmth. I ran a finger along his stubbly jaw and through his thick moustache, and then down into the thick hair of his chest, caressing the curls of the thick pelt between his nipples, and then, fondling and rubbing his warm, tender nipples. As I had imagined so many times, he responded to my touch with his nipples stiffening, now hard to my touch, his chest moist now with his newly heavy breath, lust rising in his chest, as I slowly ran my hand down his chest, his hairy belly, and to the new hardness of his cock and balls.
My fingers lazily explored the outline of his cock beneath the denim of his shorts, as I slowly unbuttoned the shorts, and unzipped him, my fingers running under the cloth, feeling the soft skin of his now bare cock, as it stiffened in my hand. His cock head was wet, oozing his manly juice, lubricating his thick cock head, as I gently rubbed his foreskin across his cock head, feeling his heat, feeling the pulse of his heart as his cock grew to its full glory.
"Now, you need to explore me, big guy," I said, taking Dave's hand and putting it over my hard cock, my shorts now tented with my lust for this handsome deck builder and friend. I pulled his hand tight against my cock, whispering to Dave that I wanted him to feel me, and strip me of my shorts. Dave blushed, but began running his fingers over the outline of my cock, and slowly unbuckling my belt, and unsnapping my top button. The back of his strong hands brushed against the curly thick hairs of my treasure trail and my belly, and I could feel the warmth and firmness of his hands.
"Strip me now, Dave. I want you to take me in your hand, and feel my cock. Feel its hardness; feel my desire for you," I whispered. "I've wanted you for a long time, Dave."
Dave fumbled a bit with my zipper, but managed to finally open up my shorts and slip them over my butt and off of my legs. I never wear underwear, so Dave had an unexpected surprise of my hard cock slapping hard against my belly and my bare ball sack suddenly out in the open, next to his hands, as he pulled the zipper down. With one hand, he slid the cloth down my thighs, and I kicked the last barrier between me and Dave onto the lawn. Dave finally had me stripped, hard and ready for his love.
"Feel me, Dave. Take me in your hand and feel my lust for you," I said, as I took his fingers and ran them around my balls and up my stiff shaft, and around my now purplish red cock head, my piss slit oozing pre-cum, lubricating my cock head and my foreskin. His fingernails caught a bit in the thick curls surrounding the root of my cock, and I watched Dave stare at my throbbing cock, his moustached lips breaking into a grin.
"Jack me a bit, Dave. Get me really hot for you," I whispered. Dave hesitated, and then gripped my manhood firmly, his warmth lighting my fire, raising the cum in my balls, feeding my lust, as my fantasy slowly turned into reality.
I pushed Dave gently back onto the new deck, spread eagled, as I ran my fingers once again through his thick chest hair, into his pits, and down his belly to his open shorts, his cock now hard and exposed, his balls still confined by the cutoffs and his briefs. I circled his shaft with one hand, as I tweaked and pulled his nipples, his manhood now hard, jerking slightly with each beat of his heart, and each touch of my fingers.
Moving around on the deck, Dave's hand still gripping my cock, I straddled my lover, his nearly naked body now open below me, his damp, sweaty shorts open in front of my hungry lips, as I watched his cock ooze another drop of his juice. I felt his chest heaving with his desire, the curls of his nest of chest hair and his stiff nipples rubbing against my belly with his every breath, deepening his need, his lust. Slowly, I slid his shorts down his legs, tossing them on the lawn, fully exposing his manhood, his juicy, cum filled balls, his white butt cheeks now fully open to me, eager for my attention, eager to shoot his cum and reach his climax.
The thick curls of his groin were damp with Dave's sweat, and the juice now oozing down his shaft, the thick aroma of his juices musty, spicy in my nostrils, as I felt a soft breeze flow across my own hairy chest, and the fur of my lover. The cool breeze did nothing to cool my own lust, as a bit of drool ran down my beard, my tongue anticipating the taste, the feel of Dave's cock in my mouth, as I would ride him to his climax, sucking his jism from his heavy balls, fully satisfying his lust, as we celebrated his new deck, and our new love.
I leaned over to rub my beard and moustache through Dave's forest of curls around his stiff cock and balls. I reveled in his manly smells and the heat of his balls and cock, and the muscles of his thighs, and butt cheeks, as I tasted and explored him. Soon, my mouth had taken in one of his balls, my tongue gently, hungrily sucking and rubbing first one nut, and then another, feeling their fullness, their horny desire, until Dave began to moan, urging me to take him to his end.
"Not so fast, Dave," I whispered, once I had freed my mouth of its delightful, tasty nibblings. "We're taking our time, now, lover. This project deserves a lot of our time."
I ran one finger around Dave's hole, and along the thin seam of skin leading to his balls, until entire area was fully stroked and fondled, until his balls rose high in their tightening sack, as Dave's hard cock pulsed in desire, Dave's chest now sweaty, rasping with his lust. I heard Dave softly moaning, his deep voice resonating in his chest, his naked thighs pressed tight around my shoulders, holding me tight to his hairy groin.
Dave's strong fist gripped my cock, and he began to slowly jack my silky skin up and down my shaft, and rubbing my wet, slippery foreskin back and forth over the tip of my cock, sending tongues of fire through my balls and up into my brain.
With my tongue, I again attended to Dave's needy manhood, my furry lips rubbing up and down his shaft, and then circling his cock head, the foreskin now stretched and rolled back, exposing the rim and entire head. I grasped his shaft in my fist, feeling his heat, his hard manhood, his blood pulsing through him, his pre cum juice flowing freely, soon soaking my fingers, as I slowly jacked him, his body now writhing in pleasure beneath me, his hips thrusting up towards me, wanting his release.
"You're looking pretty studly there, Pete," he grunted. "I've always wondered how big you'd be when you were hard. Ya measure up with everything I'd hoped for."
I felt Dave shift a bit below me, his hand slipping down to cup my balls, leaving my hard, needy cock waving in the summer breeze, my lust still hot, ready to release my cum. Then, Dave's curly hairs of his moustache and goatee rubbed across my shaft and cock tip, his lips slowly engulfing me, until my manhood was fully seated in my lover man's mouth, the warmth of his tongue sliding around my shaft. His goatee and moustache began to move up and down my shaft, meshing with the thick hair of my groin, sometimes gently pulling on a hair, setting fire to my skin and my balls.
My lips moved over Dave's cock head, until he was fully inside of me, my wet, dark mouth fully taking first his throbbing head and then the entire shaft, as my saliva and his pre cum combined, fully oiling this piston of desire. My moustache and beard entwined with his thick curls at the base of his manhood, each time I fully took him to his depth, my other hand cupping his heavy balls, the thick hair of his ball sack now sticking to my palm, with Dave's lustful sweat and the heat of my own hand, as we marched slowly onward, rising towards Dave's explosions, his release from his desire.
As Dave would almost reach his peak, I slowed, then stopped, his hard cock motionless in my mouth, as I waited for him to ease off of his trigger, to let his cum settle down a bit, not yet ready to explode. Dave would thrash about against the deck, softly calling my name, demanding, begging for his release, but I was patient. I wanted Dave to fully experience his desires, his first time with a man, and my attentions to his cock, to dance for the entire song, and not just the first verse, until he could continue no more, and to explode inside of me.
At long last, Dave could take my attentions not a second longer, and so I caressed the skin under his balls one last time, as I jacked and sucked and pumped his throbbing cock, his cum now racing upwards, spurting against my lips and tongue with his first spasm. As I felt his second jet of cum race from his balls, I freed myself from his cock, and watched the spurt of cum rise out of his cock head, and splatter across his hairy belly and chest, streaking his fur. Each spurt sent a new stream of jism across his heaving belly and chest, mingling with his sweat, soaking his fur, as he moaned loudly, with each spasm of his pearly seed.
Just as Dave shot the last of his full stream of cum into my mouth, my balls released their own torrent of jism, my cock trembling as jets of my cum spurted deep into Dave's wanting mouth, my jism blending with his saliva, my cockhead's fire slowly being doused by my release, as I filled Dave's mouth with my manly seed, until he had fully drained me.
I looked up at Dave, his arm splayed across his moustached and whiskery face, his mouth gasping for air, as my cock slipped out of his furry lips, smearing the last of my cum across his 'stach and goatee. Dave's sweaty chest was heaving with the last pulse of his orgasm, his now drained cock slowly easing, coming to rest onto his hard belly, the last of his seed filling his belly button, and soaking the thick treasure trail to his balls. His exposed armpit was wet, the thick curls shiny in the sunlight that dappled through the trees above the deck. I tasted his rich, yeasty cum, hot, slippery against my tongue and lips, as a thick glob of his juice ran from my lips, into my beard. My nostrils were rich with the smells of the grass of the lawn, a faint odor of honey suckle, and the lusty, heavy odor of raunchy, manly sweat and drying cum.
As Dave lay on the deck, his cock still oozing the last of his long, thick streams of cum, most of which crisscrossed his furry chest and belly, I looked down at his sweaty, cum covered chest, and began to slide my fingers over our trails of cum and pools of sweat, now sticky against the hair of Dave's sweaty chest.
"Oh, man, you nailed it, partner. You nailed it good."
Copyright 2008. Oregon Bear