ROB’S ROOMIES, part 1“Rob, when are you going to bed?”I turned around and looked Kent straight in the eye. I could tell that he was trying to hide a smile when he glanced away from my curious expression.“Since when do you care when I’m going to bed?” I demanded. He had never once in our long history as college roommates ever asked me that question. Usually in the evening Kent...
Sex with my daddy bear Some friends and I were out and about drinking at a bar. One of the friends with a super hot daddy bear. He was about 5 foot 7, 250 lbs, bald, hairy. I am 6 foot, 200 lbs., smooth. I had just gone to the bar and grabbed drinks for everyone. I returned to the group and while passing out the drinks I bent over and he saw I was wearing a jock strap under my jeans. He...
I started “Manscaping” in 1995. Manscaping is simply when a man trims his pubic hair. You see it all the time now, especially in porn movies. The final appearance may vary according to taste, but the intent is the same; a clean, trimmed bush. I got turned on to Manscaping when my dad had to take a course of antibiotics to treat a severe rash on his leg. One day, during a conversation, he told me...
Last month I was in New York and hired a new guy. I thought I’d tell you how it went.Before I went over to his place on the far west side, I got ready in my hotel room. I looked at my smooth, lean 45 year old body in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. I have no body hair except for around my cock. A lot of guys like men like me, but me, I’m into fur. Once in a while a really...
Over the years, I’ve had a lot of sex, good and bad, and I’ve learned what I like. In my younger years, I was usually in the top bunk, but now I guess you’d say I’m a “bossy bottom.” Basically, I like to get fucked, and fucked just my way.I look young for my age, but that means I’m not young. Not just that, but life got busy, so it’s much easy for me these days to buy sex than to go...
Swiss Fur, Part IIBy Henry D. Rich I’m not sure how long we slept. When I awoke, we were lying in the same position, Jean Paul’s head resting on my shoulder, his arm across my chest, a leg thrown over mine. It was getting cool; a breeze was blowing in through the open French doors of my hotel room. By the light outside, I guessed it was about 9:30, but I wasn’t sure since I wasn’t used...
Swiss FurBy Henry D. Rich I thought I had a nice life at the time. I was living in Charlotte with Tom, my partner of almost fifteen years. I’d moved there after college to be near my family and taken a job at Bank of America. I worked hard and rose quickly at the bank. I bought a house, met Tom, and we settled in together. At forty-two, I was in fairly decent shape. I was a little...
Craig was studying for his finals when the front door opened and slammed shut. He felt the floor vibrate through his bare feet a split second before his books shook on the dining table. He sighed and closed his big blue eyes, running his curved fingers through his long blond locks. Though he could feel his step-father's heavy steps stomping ever closer, he kept his head bowed and eyes closed....
AustinI had not seen Austin since high school. We were both in our mid-30's, now, and I could only imagine what a hunk of a man he must have become. I had been told that he was coming into my department at work to train as a new salesman. We sold computer equipment. In high school, I probably could have made better grades if I hadn’t always been paying attention to Austin rather than to...
A Construction Workerby Tom BlanchardI saw him as I was parking my car. He was stumbling down the sidewalk, obviously drunk as a coot, but what caught my eye was his beautiful muscular back and shoulders, as he had his shirt off, a khaki-colored shirt slung over his right shoulder. He wore white jeans. A painter, perhaps, and his drunkenness certainly lent some credence to that theory....
Coach Michaels was a hunk. He was 37, about 6' tall, built like a brick wall, slender but solidly muscular, usually clad in a flimsy white t-shirt squeezed around two massive biceps and a barrel chest completely covered by thick, billowy swirls of fine, light brown hair, as were his thick forearms, whose hairiness swirled up slightly beyond his elbows, with thick tufts of hair billowing out from...
By Tom BlanchardI met him at the gym. Chuck was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever seen. He caught my eye in the locker room as he walked by, wrapped in a white towel--about 6 feet tall, in good shape, though obviously 40-ish, with beautifully hairy arms and thick, soft, curly brown hair covering and billowing out from his muscular chest. He wasn’t over-muscular. He just had that...
A Surprising Afternoon I was feeling a bit restless, cooped up at home. The previous day I had strained a leg muscle whilst gardening. The weather had turned unexpectedly cold, and I needed to finish off the garden for the season. Waking up the next morning, I found walking quite painful. I had no choice but to lay low and hopefully heal quickly. It wasn’t a serious injury as much...
The sun scorched the hiker as he crossed Fontana Dam. It was late morning and, though it was only the middle of May, the heat and humidity was already unbearable. Sweat drenched the hiker's red bandanna wrapped around his head. His mid-weight boots plodded on the asphalt. Despite his discomfort, he stopped for a moment to snap off a couple of photos of the man-made lake and the surrounding...
Rick Moss was feeling good night. He danced naked in front of the wall-to-wall mirror in his bathroom. He ran his thick fingers over his beefy body, every now and then pulling playfully on his firm nipples. He ran his hand along the beard over his square jaw and round cheek, making sure they were well groomed. He flashed his toothy smile as he traced his short mustache with a fingertip. He...
Rick Moss was feeling good night. He danced naked in front of the wall-to-wall mirror in his bathroom. He ran his thick fingers over his beefy body, every now and then pulling playfully on his firm nipples. He ran his hand along the beard over his square jaw and round cheek, making sure they were well groomed. He flashed his toothy smile as he traced his short mustache with a fingertip. He...
It has been a while since my last story and I have experienced my share of sexual encounters since then. I would love to share one with you, or maybe how I would have wished it turned out. You decide if you would rather it be fact or fantasy.I was in my early 20's, 6' and 150 lbs when I met a guy more than twice my age who really turned me on. I was at a bookstore and leafing through a...
I am a married guy in my mid 40's with a secret interest in hairy men. Several years ago I drove by this guys house in town who was outside mowing his lawn wearing just a pair of shorts and sneakers. He had thick fur on his chest and his back. I turned around and drove past to get another look. I wanted to find out who this guy was. A few weeks later I was at our local bar and this guy was...
I like to ride around and see if I can find hard, masculine men that need to have their cocks taken care of. This is not something I have done a lot but the several times I have have made me addicted to hard hairy men with preferrably big cocks and huge hanging balls full of cum. I was riding one night and had on running shorts and tank top and Nike's and had come from the jogging trail and...
After Daddy Patrick and John left the bedroom, Jared led me to his bathroom. He had hinted that he just wanted to get rid of his boots and freshen up his sweaty body. While walking to the bathroom I could feel his sperm leaking from my still dilated anus running down my inner thighs. In a quick glance I could see his swinging hard cock reflected in the mirror... then I realized that he...
For the next three months, the Gunny and Justin shared their room on the base, having sex at least three times a day. Justin fell in love with sucking the Gunny’s cock, but more so, he became absolutely addicted at having his ass pummeled by the Gunny’s thick cock. Every morning, Justin found himself in various positions having his ass hammered. During their lunch break, he was in the...
Refer to my first story for descriptions of the characters.In the last installment...I absolutely loved the feeling of this incestuous frot, and gave my father a deep kiss. Our tongues slid over each other for a while before I pulled out of the kiss, planning to start sucking my dad's cock again. But as I broke our kiss my dad's blindfold slipped over one eye, revealing me!to be...
The previously submitted story by the same name was full of errors. So, I am re-submitting it here:_____I had not seen Austin since high school. We were both in our mid-30's, now, and I could only imagine what a hunk of a man he must have become. I had been told that he was coming into my department at work to train as a new salesman. We sold computer equipment. In high school, I...
By Jimmy Gordonjimmygor@optonline.netShit, I think I’m fuckin’ goin‘ nuts. Goddamn, who’da thunk it would happen to me. I was always straight as a freakin’ arrow all my life. The fuckin’ fag had to come into my life...I sat at the computer that day looking over the record of deliveries at Tire City, the repair shop I work at for the last ten years. It was a very slow morning, and the...
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