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"Oh yeah, Oh shit yeah fuck me man! Shoot your big hot load up my hot ass-hole baby!" I was saying, reveling in the feel of his thick blond chest-coat up against my own smooth front. Suddenly though, a voice jolted me out of my wonderful dream and back to reality. "David, David Benjamin Reed, wake up" she shrieked. "You don't want to be late for your very first day of work do you?" To tell the truth, I would love to miss work that first day and for the rest of the summer if I had a choice. I guess, in retrospect, I had made my choice. My first year of college had been paid in full by a combination of my academic grant and my scholarship from the swim team. Neither of those would be available to me for my next year, for my choice had been made to quit the team before the end of the first season. The athletic department threatened to bill me for the balance of my grant, but they decided it wasn't worth the fight. As for my grades I tried to explain to my folks that college was a lot harder than high school. My previous 4.00 grade average had slipped to a 1.6 (barely enough to keep me from flunking out). The only class I passed was my photo-journalism class. Good thing since that was my major. I know exactly what caused my drastic academic and athletic change of interest. It was Scott Reeve who did it. He was the roommate assigned to me by virtue of alphabetical pairings and from the moment I lay eyes on him I was in love. My parents lingered a few minutes after we'd said our tearful farewells and they were confident that I was going to settle in well at college. They delayed leaving the dorm as long as they could in hopes of getting a chance to meet my roommate. Ironically, it was barely a minute after their departure that Scott returned to our small sweat-box dormitory room. Not as tall as me, and not so lean and angular, he was stockier in build. He looked like a soccer player perhaps. (I would later find out that he'd been the captain of his school's polo team). My admiration of his muscular hairy body must've been pretty obvious to him because he stripped off his tank top to reveal a chest and belly completely blanketed with thick brown-flecked-with-blond hair. He teased me by running his hand through the heavy mat and tugging on the dense cover, then came right out and asked me if I wanted to suck him off. I'd never done it before, but he was an excellent teacher. Over the next 8 months I learned plenty from my hairy roommate, everything from rimming to butt-fucking to pacing myself to go for hours before exploding my load up his hairy chute, or all over my own smooth front while he pumped his cock into my willing butt-hole. I spent Christmas with his family, and they invited me along to the Bahamas for Spring Break. To tell the truth, I'd just as soon have stayed on campus and just fucked our brains out 24-hours per day. Being strapped to a daily job at the beach as a lifeguard was going to help pay for my schooling, but it would be damned confining. I would work every day of the week and one or the other of the weekend days. That made it impossible to get away to see my roommate/lover for the next three months. I would be at the beach at least 11 hours per day, and he was going to be at his parent's exclusive country club. All I could think of coming home on the train was how much I was going to miss his blond haired body, his big cock and his ever ready ass-hole. I grumbled through breakfast and got the old "Be thankful you don't have to work in the steel mill like I did when I was your age....blah, blah, blah" my father said, and I reluctantly admitted that being a lifeguard wasn't the worth thing that could happen to me for the summer. The morning was fairly quiet, the only ones who come to the beach before 10:00 or 11:00 are the guys who train for triathlons and the area in front of my tower wasn't the best place for them to train Too bad. A few good-looking and muscular guys might get my mind off Scott and how much I missed him. The night before we left we'd shared about 10 joints of incredibly high-quality pot (money was no object for Scott) which made our sex almost too fantastic to fathom. By three o'clock I was ready to go home. I had been on duty for 7 hours already and had two more to go. I glanced out into the surf and noticed a number of surfers wearing wet-suits. Most of them though only came down to the knees and were short-sleeved. One guy though wore a full black suit, and I remember thinking how stupid it was to come to the beach and totally cover yourself up. That guy didn't even appear to be surfing so I guess my line of vision was somewhat attuned to him. I had only ten minutes left on my shift when I looked out and saw someone in trouble in the waves. I grabbed my binoculars and realized it was the guy in the dark wet-suit. "Damn!" I said aloud, thinking that he ought to wait for ten minutes to drown. I grabbed my red floating baffle and ran out into the water, using my powerful butterfly stroke to fight the waves coming against me. It was the first time I'd had to actually save someone, and in the water I'd had no trouble carrying him, but pulling him up onto the beach was a struggle since he was a lot bigger than me. It wasn't until I'd dragged the guy up onto the beach and lay him down that I realized he wasn't wearing a wet suit at all. What I'd thought was a suit of black rubber ended up being the heaviest coat of black hair I'd ever seen on a human being (or even on a gorilla for that matter). It was impossible to tell where the wet coat of dense fur ended and the black Speedo trunks began, nor easy to tell where the trunks stopped and his leg-coat blended in. He started to cough up salt water and I rolled him over on the sand so that he could empty out his lungs. It was at that moment I realized his back blanket as was his front. I realized I had an erection but chalked it up to the adrenaline rush of the rescue. The paramedics arrived and scooped the guy off in the ambulance to thoroughly check him out at the hospital. I didn't sleep a wink that night! The next day I found myself a hero, picture in the newspaper and everything. I got plenty of attention in my tower during the day, but try as I might, I didn't see the guy I'd saved out on the beach that day. I guess it was only normal that he would shy away from a situation that had so nearly taken his life. Before I left that second day I grabbed my magnifying glasses and scanned the beach up and down as far as I could see just to check if he might be there. I tried to tell myself I was just concerned that he was okay, but I knew there was more to it than that. I hung around almost half-an-hour late and eventually headed up to my car. I tossed my bag into the trunk and before I got a chance to turn back around I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whirled around and took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" he said, but it wasn't the surprise that made me gasp. No, it was how he looked that got to me. Bleached white corduroy cut-off's which had been ripped off at such a level as to be obscene were slit up the side to show most of his hairy ass. His shirt was a much-too-small tank top --- fire- engine red in color and crudely scissored off to show all of his hairy belly and most of his chest as well. The red shirt did nothing to disguise the heavy coat on his shoulders, arms and back but if he were to walk into a store or a restaurant they could probably not prevent him from coming in. It was a shirt, skimpy as it might be. He said he just wanted to properly thank me for having saved his life the previous day. "I'd like to give you a reward" he said, and I told him it was all part of my job. "Well, at least let me treat you to dinner to say thanks. I told him I wasn't really dressed to go out for dinner. "Tell you what David, that's my house up there (he pointed to a huge cliff-side home). Why don't you go home and shower while I put the coals on the grill. I'm a great cook!" "I'll bring dessert" I said, and he said it was a deal. He turned towards the beach-house. "Hey, what's your name?" I called out to him as I stared at his beautifully hairy back-side. "It's Cable, Cable Wright" he yelled back over his shoulder. I raced home and showered quickly, pulled on a clean pair of shorts and a tank top of my own, one which showed off my muscular arms and shoulders (years of specializing in the butterfly stroke had done wonders for my physique). I was a lucky blond in that I never burned, just turned a golden brown right away. Our park-district issued trunks are pretty baggy and not very stylish. Sometimes though, on the tower when no one could see me I would roll up the bottoms of them to expose more of my thick muscular upper thigh. I debated whether or not to wear jean-shorts with just A jock-strap or bikini shorrts. I tried all the possibl combinations and finally decided on the faded jeans with nothing underneath. I just let my hefty 10- incher snake down the one leg of the pants. Driving back toward the beach I could hardly contain my excitement. My hand shook as I reached up to grab the knocker on the heavy walnut front door. I hoped that he hadn't changed clothes. All the way over I was looking forward to seeing him in that tight little half-shirt again. "Hey David" he said, opening the door and giving me a treat I hadn't expected. He'd shed the red tank top and the cut-off cords as well. Now he had on a pair of Speedos similar to what he'd worn the day before when I rescued him, except that this pair was completely white. Over the white trunks he wore an expensive-looking silk robe that was only waist-length. The best part was that he hadn't bothered to tie it together. The contrast between the stark white stretchy material of his Speedos and the excessive hirsutism of his black body-coat was incredible. After years of competitive swimming I was used to seeing guys in pretty skimpy trunks, but I don't remember a team-mate or an opponent who filled out a pair of Speedos like he did. The front pouch was distended considerably, and I began to think I should've worn a jock (or underwear at least) because I was starting to react to the sight of his hairy body and his bulging basket. Standing side-by-side next to him I came to realize that he was considerably bigger than me, taller by about 6 inches and outweighing me by a good 75-80 pounds. His huge chest and shoulders were several inches wider than mine, but his waist wasn't much bigger around than my own. "Something wrong?" he asked, and I realized I must've been staring. "No....it's.....well I mean.... I guess I've never seen anyone quite so....well quite so hairy. At first one the beach yesterday I thought you must be wearing a wet-suit or a full-length mohair sweater". "It is mohair" he said, straight faced at first and then giving away the fact that he was joking with me. "Yeah, I've go 'mo-hair' than anyone I've ever met Pretty gross isn't it?" "Gross nothing, I think it looks great!" I insisted to him. "Can I....well I mean would you let me....oh hell, can I touch it?" I asked, and he told me to go ahead. He even pulled the robe open further to give me access to his big broad chest. "Wow, this is incredible!" I said, raking my hands through the coarse blanket that completely coated his front. "Lots of people are turned off by this much hair" he said matter-of-fact and I replied that I wasn't one of those. "I think it's hotter than hell.... I mean...well wait a minute, is it like wearing a fur coat all the time?" I asked, and he laughed. "You mean does it keep me warm in the winter? Nah, I don't think it makes a big difference. I used to shave all the time back when I was married. My ex-wife was one of those who was grossed out by my hairiness". "I had to go somewhere to have it done because I couldn't reach around to do my own back" he said, and I played dumb saying "Really, is your back coated with hair too?" Of course I knew it was! It was one of the things I'd recalled during my night of insomnia after rescuing him. As if to show me what I already knew, Cable peeled off his silk robe and turned around to show me his incredible back. "Jesus!" I said aloud, unable to contain my amazement at just how hairy his back was. From a central point that ran down his spine from his neck the thick black fur fanned out both left and right, totally and completely coating his huge broad back and shoulders. "Wow!" I said, unable to say anything more. In an attempt to change the subject, just to keep from having my hard-on rip right through the front of my jeans I asked him how long he'd been divorced. "Oh for a long time. I was only married for a couple of years. We both knew it was a mistake almost from the start but she was pregnant and we thought getting married was the right thing to do. When we decided to split she admitted to me that the kid wasn't even mine. She'd been making it with her boss and he couldn't divorce his wife to marry her. That was fifteen years ago!" "So this is fifteen years worth of growth?" I said, grabbing a handful of his thick chest coat and tugging on it. "No, actually it's only about six weeks worth. I did a swim-suit commercial a couple of months ago and they wanted the smooth-skinned look". "Are you a model?" I asked and he said "Not any more. My uncle's will was read the day after I shot that commercial and I decided I could afford to 'retire' on my inheritance". "Hey Cable, I've got one more question for you" I said, and he answered "Yeah, I know, when are we gonna' eat?" "No, I want to know if you ass is as hairy as the rest of you" I blurted out, and he grinned at me. "Well, why don't you find out David. Go ahead, pull 'em down" he said, once more turning his backside toward me. I slipped my thumbs into the sides of his white Speedos and yanked them down to reveal a pair of twin mounds that were so densely coated it was almost impossible to see the central separation between the two buttocks. "You like what you see kid?" he called over his shoulder, and I panted out a "Yes I do!" "Then you'll probably like this too" he said, whipping himself around and literally smacking me in the face with a cock totally in character with the rest of his almost non-human body. It had to be a foot long, about as big around as the base of a pop bottle and (as you can imagine) completely surrounded by thick dark hair. I didn't wait for an invitation or for permission to do it, but I just leaned forward and opened my mouth as wide as I could to accept the enormous head and first few inches of Cable's huge cock. Several months of taking Scott Reeve down my throat (and up my ass) hadn't prepared me for anything so giant as Cable, but I was determined to take him all the way inside (one way or another). We never got around to fixing the steaks that night, but I guess in a manner speaking I was responsible for bringing the dessert. After gobbling down the huge load he blasted into my face I did some licking of my own, burying my face in the incredible hair-pie of his ass, exciting him to the point where he begged me to fuck him. After that we traded places with me pulling my knees up and stretching my horny ass-hole to accommodate his monster-meat. That was three years ago, and I never left his beach-house after that evening, except to go to my folks and get my things to move permanently into Cable's place. They hit the roof when they found out I was involved in a homosexual relationship with a man twice my age. The were even more upset when they learned of the magazine that Cable and I started publishing shortly after we met. It started out one day with me just taking some really hot candid shots of his hairy body with my camera, and has evolved and escalated into a full-fledged monthly male oriented magazine. It's a publication that appeals to a select audience of men who (like me) are turned on by excessively hairy (but exceedingly sexy) men like Cable. He's not the only model in my magazine, but he's certainly the mainstay. I'm no longer a lifeguard. My one time of "saving" Cable has resulted in him "saving me" every day since then. Scott Reeve was at first furious that I'd decided not to return to college. After his first visit to Cable's and my place though, he was able to understand my choice. I talked the two of them into doing a session for me to film and I've got to tell you it was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. Be looking for it in the September issue.