This is the continuation of events that started in "Bed and Breakfast". I also like to think of this as "How I became Top to a hairy studs bottom."

I had just sent my white man juice down Jason's throat. Remnants of my load glistened on the dark stubble of his chiseled face. We had been in the hot tub at my B&B enjoying our first man-to-man encounter with each other and after I came he had whispered to me...

"Let's take this inside."

We grabbed our towels and headed into his suite. I shut the door behind us and pulled the heavy drapes as he reached for the table lamp and turned it on.

We walked to the bed and drew the covers back. As we crawled on our knees to the middle of the bed our hands searched the others body, our lips and tongues continued their courting of each other. I could feel his hardness pressing against my abs. My own cock, drained of its first load hung fuller by my balls. I reached between our bodies and cupped the head of his member with my right hand. His slick lube spread in my hand and I brought it down his pulsing shaft, feeling its damp, hard and hot velvety surface.

I could taste a mixture of my cum and the wine we'd shared earlier as I grabbed his hairy ass with my free hand and began to knead and probe his cheeks and crack. His left hand ran over my chest as his right pulled my head closer to his.

Taking long strokes on his cock my cupped hand circled the moist head of his dick and wrapped around the thick shaft pulling the skin taunt until it reached bottom. Again to the head, he groaned and pumped more of his clear nectar from the puckered slit.

I broke away from our kiss and trailed my lips across his neck, feeling his rough stubble across the sensitive skin. I found his pit and breathed deep of his musky scent mixed with cologne and deodorant as my lips found his hairy pecs and nipple. A little nip of the teeth then I pulled the engorged nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. I paid equal attention to the one on the other side. His hands rested on the back of my head. I went lower, trailing my tongue along the forested trail of his abs. I reached his belly button and continued lower until finally I reached the base of his cock. I grabbed his balls with my left hand as my right circled the head. I slid my lips along the length of his shaft opening them and holding it like a rose stem of some tango dancer.

I pulled back and pushed him toward the bed. He collapsed willingly, his elbows resting behind him to prop himself up, intent on watching his cock disappear.

Raising the pulsing shaft in one hand, I angled its length up until my lips found the plum sized head. The tip of my tongue darted out and found the center of his slit and licked at the pooling liquid bubbling forth. He moaned, lay back and grabbed his left nipple with his right hand, tweaking its fullness between thumb and forefinger.

I opened my mouth and took just the head in. The