Hurricane season was in full bloom. The latest reports had called for evacuation for my town. Home Depot was having a run on plywood, and getting in as many tarps as they could for the days after the storm passed. Brooms, boards, and batteries had been stripped from the store shelves, along with bread and bottled water. Crews from power companies up and down the coast were going to be poised at the State Line ready to go in and restore power to the hundreds of thousands without. It was no longer a question of "if", but of "where" it would make landfall. The urgency of preparation was all that was talked about when you found time for a casual conversation. Otherwise, everyone was boarding up, battening down the hatches, and packing the highways to get out of the storm's predicted path.

"My town" was actually my "winter town." While I was safely up in the Northeast, my winter house was likely to be beaten up a bit by this next storm approaching the coastal resort where I had spent more than a few winters. While I love the Great Lakes region in the summer, my loathing of ice and sleet, and an aversion to snow shovels prompted me to invest in property down south. Investing in a beachfront house was prohibitive financially, but my waterfront parcel was a bargain just two miles from the coast on a navigable river. It's been a wonderful escape from my snow shovel and icy sidewalk.

My business had done very well in the previous years and had actually made the river house a reality. And it really didn't matter where I ran the business from with an Internet connection and a web site. Both houses had everything I needed to place and fill orders and field inquiries about franchise opportunities.

Being raised several feet above ground level, the river house was safe from the floods of the rainy season and the storm surges of hurricanes, but the wind and rain was always a worry, especially in a category 4 storm or stronger. I was watching the weather channel non-stop, and getting regular updates from a friend that lived nearby. It was great to get eyewitness reports about what was happening as the storm bore down on our little town. I would never have guessed that a high school friend would end up being just a few blocks away on the Intercoastal Waterway. His high-rise condo actually afforded him a view up the river and straining through binoculars, he could see my place from his balcony. He kept me abreast of the storm's progress as it approached.

It was a fluke that I had been put in touch with Don. Our high school friendship rekindled quickly, even after 25 years. He surfed onto my business website a year ago and placed a small order to check out the site's turn around time for orders. He was happy with the product and with the quick delivery time. The name on his order peaked my interest one day and I asked him if he was indeed my friend from back home. It was my old friend, and though our lives had lead us in very different directions, we ended up in the same neighborhood again, albeit 1300 miles from our first one. We've met for drinks a few times, gone to ball games together, and even chased a little white ball around the fairways of a local club a few times. But our wives don't exactly hit it off well, so socializing with him has been difficult unless it was just the two of us doing "guy things."

As the storm progressed he called with bad news about the river house. Riverside Drive was impassable, so he could not go and inspect the house personally, but he said the view from his balcony didn't look good. He advised me to come down at my earliest convenience to inspect the damage in person. Since my wife was working and didn't want to deal with the mess down south, I would have to make the trip alone the week following the storm. Don was kind enough to offer to let me stay at his place in case mine was uninhabitable.

The week was full of worry and phone calls from insurance adjusters and well-wishing friends. Reports from down South weren't sounding good. Eventually I found a flight and headed down to inspect the property myself. After four hours on the plane, and another hour in a rental car, it was pretty obvious when I arrived at the house that I'd be staying with Don. His wife had a horrific fear of big storms, so she had left a week before the storm to stay with family out west. I called him on my cell phone after seeing what was left of my house, and he immediately told me to head to his place. He'd meet me there. Don was gracious and helped me get my things inside and up to his guest room. It was great to have a "port in the storm", so to speak, and an ear to talk to and help make some concrete plans for repair and remodeling. With him being a year-round resident, he already had a network of contractors to call and get the ball rolling. After a few drinks that first night we reminisced over all the things we used to do "way back when." After the long day though, I was pretty beat by 10 PM. I excused myself and headed to my room, and thanked him profusely for his hospitality. He headed for his room as well, and our "good nights" were said.

One of the things we did NOT talk about during the evening was something that has stuck in my mind since high school. One day after gym class we ended up being the last of the class in the shower. We had seen each other in the showers dozens of times, but with just the two of us there, it was oddly different. He had a compact and powerful body and was probably the hairiest guy in the school. While soaping up he got semi-erect and it was obvious that he was embarrassed by it. Having two brothers while growing up made me take stray boners in stride, so I worked myself up so that I sported my own and that broke the ice a bit. We both just laughed at our predicament, and compared sizes in the vaguest of terms.

Next time we were in the gym shower though, it was planned that we'd shower last. Our excitement with each other escalated so that by the end of the year we were stroking each other into our excited states. Summer was great and we became accustomed to each other's cocks. Mutual jerk off sessions were the norm for any time we spent with each other. "Just teenage stuff," we agreed, 'cause we certainly weren't gay. College found us going in separate directions, and we lost touch until he hit my web site. Now, here I was in his house.

Before turning in, I took a quick shower after the day's travel. It felt great to have the day washed off me and feel clean getting into bed. But in my haste to pack I had forgotten my toothpaste. I called down the hall towards Don's bedroom to see if I could borrow his, and he was on the phone saying good night to his wife. I peeked into his room just as he was hanging up. He was lying on his bed in just his boxers with the phone resting on his stomach. It was pretty clear that his conversation with his wife had him in a state of excitement. His boxers were tented out and he was fingering himself under the waistband.

I turned to go, but he said there was toothpaste in his bath. He hopped up and sprinted into the attached bathroom and retrieved it for me. He looked down at his hardon and began to laugh. I laughed at him too, and managed to say, "I haven't seen that in more than 20 years." My shorts were beginning to reveal my own state of excitement from seeing Don in his half-naked state. "I told Donna," he said, "that I was pretty excited about having you stay here." "I wasn't lying," he said as he dropped his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. He reached for me, and I reached back to embrace him. We hugged and held each other for a long time, sighing heavily as if a weight had been lifted off our shoulders. We collapsed onto his bed, our hands all over the other's bodies.

Don's hairy body was even hairier than I remembered. It wasn't a "pelt", but it was real close. My own body hair filled in by my mid-twenties, so mine was "new" to him. He seemed to revel in it. Neither of us were as solidly built as in high school and college, but the years had been kind and our bearish tummies actually brought a sense of comfort and ease between us. Just two old friends again, not having to put on airs for first impressions.

He was still a powerful man though, and easily rolled me on my back and lay on top of me, pressing his groin into mine and filling my mouth with his tongue. We lay in that embrace for a long time. We moved more fully onto the bed and I eventually found myself straddling him. He was stroking my engorged cock as his was rummaging around near my back door. It was too early for that, but the thought sure excited me. I leaned in to kiss him and we continued our long hot session of tongue wrestling. His hot breath on my face was enough to make me drunk with lust. His full mustache was soaked in my saliva and letting my tongue run along his teeth seemed to really make him breathe hard, escalating to his panting like the bear that he is. I sucked his tongue into my mouth. Every muscle in his body, except one, relaxed as I licked and slathered my tongue along his lower jaw and teeth. I held his face in my hands and made love to his mouth with mine.

Don's nipples were hard and begging for attention. His shoulders cringed when my lips first touched his chest, then he arched his back exposing his whole chest to my hands and lips. Massaging, licking, tweaking and pulling, and finally kissing and sucking on his nipples was driving him crazy. His whole body seemed to writhe under me. His dick was oozing heavily by this time, and I moved to lick anything that might escape. He parted his legs and let me crawl between them; his aroma was intoxicating and it filled my senses as I breathed him in. I hadn't gone down on a guy in a long time, but it came back to me what I needed to do to please my man. But the hair! Thick and lush! All that hair in his crotch made me want to play with it. While my lips cleaned the head of his extreme cock, I let my fingers wander through the hair around and under his ballsack. There was the tiniest bare spot right under those delightful dangling orbs; it was totally smooth and the skin was unbelievably soft to the touch. My hand guided my fingers with the lightest touch as they walked through his butt crack, lightly offering tugs to the tufts of hair down there. He moaned softly as his body gave a shudder. His legs parted wider giving fuller access to the things my fingers were doing to him. My name came across his lips in a low, soft, inviting tone.

I looked into his eyes at the sound of my name. He looked at me fervently and said that he'd never had all this done to him before; he'd never experienced such ecstatic pleasure. "We've missed a lot in 25 years then haven't we?" I responded. With a statement such as his, I could not help myself. I raised his butt up a bit and went looking for that soft patch of bare skin under his balls again. But this time it was with my tongue.

I pressed my face against his inner thigh and moved slowly toward my goal. Gently kissing and licking his balls, and lifting them each into my mouth, I warmed them there and lifted them gently up. The tender sweet spot was exposed to more of my manual stimulation and holding his nutsack aloft, my tongue reached for its prize. My lips brushed through hair and my tongue touched his skin. The aroma was clean and musky. He grabbed my head and immobilized it. He held me there for a long minute, allowing movement only of my tongue against him. While my movement was restricted, his hips moved up and down as my tongue lavished his perineum with wet, warm, loving attention.

Letting his balls rest on my nose, my face buried beneath them, my hands we free to move around his hips and reach for his hardened nipples. He gasped and squeezed my head between his thighs again. His hands went to mine on his chest, and ran down my forearms, finally moving to his own cock. Caught up in all the stimulation he was getting, he began low, guttural moans. My tongue slipped lower and flicked at his puckered hole. The hair surrounding it was thick and coarse, and it trailed all the way through his crack to a thick patch at his waist on his back. My tongue darted hard against his hole causing him to jump. Licking it broadly with my tongue brought my teeth to bear against the tender flesh nearby. Light nips on either side of his chute elicited more gasps and more writhing.

Don grabbed me with his powerful arms and lifted my face to his and he began to kiss me deeply, tasting his own crotch. His dick was cocked and ready to explode. He was in such a state! A few moments of pressing my groin into his brought him off. Our dicks lay side by side, trapped between us. His orgasm pumped his juice between us and created a huge slippery mess between our bellies. He lay back sated for a moment, and then turned me on my back and began the laborious and tender process of licking his cum from my hairy stomach. He lapped at his cum and licked me clean, every so often kissing me deeply, letting me taste the love cream on his lips. The creamy potion was salty and smooth. His lips were sweet and warm.

While licking his cum off of me, he stroked my hard dick and played with my balls. His hands were expert and as he worked his way down my abdomen; it was inevitable that his lips and tongue went to my shaft. Licking it and kissing up the sides of my pole, Don slipped his mouth over the head, and his tongue began to pursue the piss slit at the tip. He slid easily on my skin while his saliva and the remnants of his cum moistened and lubed the movement of his full lips on me. He began earnest attempts to get me to blow off in his mouth. His head bobbed up and down rapidly while he tugged on my balls, pulling them low. The pressure on my scrotum restricted blood flow through my cock, and it grew harder and larger.

My own orgasm seemed only a stroke or two away with all that he was doing. The sharing of our bodies was more pleasure than I had had in a long time, and embracing him tightly, our legs entwined and I could reach his ass again and grab a fistful of his magnificent glutes. Both cheeks were covered with downy soft fur and I loved raking my fingers through it. When I touched his crack again, he moaned in my ear and pressed into me more. It was obvious that he wanted more than my hands in his crack. I pressed into him and let my fingers brush his puckered bud again. His nails dug into my back and he rolled onto his, bring me atop him. He brought his knees up to his chest, giving me permission to do as I wanted in not-so-subtle, non-verbal ways. He let my name cross his lips again and I knelt at the base of his torso. His eyes focussed on mine, and I smiled tenderly at him. "I want you in me" he said quietly.

His stomach still had splotches of cum on it. I scooped them up and applied them to my hard cock. It jumped at the sensation. I took more of the goo and touched his hole with it. His rose bud began to open immediately as my finger pushed in to loosen him up. Don's face winced briefly, then relaxed. Running my finger around he opened up quickly and I replaced my finger with my dick. I squeezed the head to slow myself down. I was ready to blow just thinking about his ass wrapped around my cock. But the sensation subsided with a simple squeeze, and I was able to move into him easily. We both moaned at the feel of each other. His tight hole gripping my dick; my dick filling his love chute. Pushing in was almost more than either of us could bear. We were sure our ecstasy was far beyond anything either of us had known. Groans of pleasure escaped both our lips.

We moaned with every movement and as I began to thrust into his butt, he thrust back at me. I felt like crawling into him and at the same time, like he'd swallow me up in his ass. His ass was as hungry to be filled as I was eager to fill it to overflowing. Our eyes locked on to each other's and we smiled at each other as only two lovers can. We began to hump each other seriously. My balls slapped against his backside, and his were slammed against my lower abdomen. Harder and harder our bodies crashed into each other. His cum was the perfect lubricant, and now my own pre-cum mixed with it. Our juices seemed to melt together and cling to the tender skin tissues of my prick and his ass. We were both sweating and the mixed aromas of cum and sweat filled our nostrils and gave us a rush. We pounded into each other firmly, putting his sphincter at the base of my cock with every stroke.

My balls were heavy with a huge load. It almost hurt every time they slapped against his ass. It was a good hurt. My ass began to clench and squeeze as the first sensations of orgasmic surge coursed their way through my gut. I caught myself holding my breath and concentrating on the grip his ass had on me. It was a wonderful delirium that went through my mind and I could feel my nuts rise to the occasion. Don sensed where I was, and reached for my erect nipples. He touched them lightly until he got a grip on them. He twisted them hard, and I thought I'd lose my mind.

The twists sent me over the edge of pleasure and I was in a free fall into the depths of orgasmic pleasure. The first splurge of my love juice seemed to come with incredible force. My legs tensed, and more love pumped out of my loins. My balls pumped hard enough that I was sure my ejaculate would have flown had it not been so readily absorbed into my lover's body. His muscle gripped me and gripped me, pulsating at exactly the same pace as my own surges toward him. Still pounding into him, my juice began to leak out of his receptacle. It dripped down onto my nuts, and further down his own crack. It was caught in all that beautiful hair there and as I looked down, I could see the hair between us glisten in thick, creamy wetness. We were nearly breathless by the time I stopped cumming. We looked at each other with eyes of deep satisfaction, and I collapsed on top of him, my softening dick slowly being released from the grip of his tight ass. He squeezed several more times, seeming to milk me out 'til there was no more left in me. We fell asleep in each other's arms. Each of us felt safe and protected from the after effects of the storm as well as anything else that one may worry about.

There are no words to describe how that night changed our relationship. Our love-making continued through the rest of my stay, but eventually I headed back north and we both returned to our regular lives with our regular wives. We e-mail each other regularly and talk on the phone when we can. Neither of us can wait until the snow flies again in the North Country, and I fly south to my friend and lover once more.

The property on the river is being rebuilt, and this time there will be a guest cottage on the lot, separate from the house. Though it may be only a short distance between his place and mine, the guest house will be ours when the storms come in the future.