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Football season was drawing to an end. It was getting colder at night and Bryce and I continued our interesting friendship. He jacked off, I jacked off and more frequently, I was helping him out. I wasn’t about to turn down any of his requests for assistance. It was during this time that I realized that Bryce was the type of man I would always be most attracted to. I loved men with big muscular bodies. And I loved a man with lots of fur. I had buddies on the U of Minnesota swim team, but their slim smooth bodies did nothing for me. Give me a beefy wrestler, husky hockey player or fucking football stud every time. With hair. One night, Bryce didn’t come home as usual. Finally one of his football buddies called me to say that Bryce had been injured in practice and was in the hospital with a torn up knee and undergoing surgery. A couple of days later he was finally back home, but it was the end of his football season. He was on crutches and they had immobilized his entire leg with a cast that ran from just below his crotch down to above his ankle. It wasn’t easy for a big boy like him to get around. I helped him as much as I could. Now he was most comfortable in the room lying flat on his back. At least it hadn’t dampened his desire for sex. In fact he wanted me to give him a hand almost daily. Of course I wasn’t about to let my stud buddy down. It always felt so good to wrap my hand around his hard pole and stroke that fucker. I never ceased to be amazed at the amount of cum that kid could shoot. We tried having him sit on his desk chair backwards with his legs spread around the back rungs and I pulled his cock through two of the slats to stroke him. God he got so into it shoving his balls right up against the chair back, pushing as much of his fat fucker through the opening as he could. I even carefully pulled first one big nut and then the other through the slats so his whole hairy bag hung out the backside. Fuck did he look hot! I sat on my chair facing him as I fondled his nut bag and teased his pecker. I’d get him good and hard and then stop and let the fucker start to soften before grabbing it again. Sitting there facing each other I couldn’t take my eyes off his huge pecs and marvel at the hair pattern as it swirled around each nipple, was thickest in the cleavage between his tits and spread out in a fan up to his shoulders and end in a clean line where he shaved down his neck. God Bryce was a big boy! This big 18-year-old kid with so many muscles! I could just make out the forest on his belly through the chair back slats. I’d pulled some of his long curly pubic fur around the base of his crank through the slats and I’d give it a tug. He’d wince with pleasure. This was by far the sexiest encounter we’d had yet! God was he a sight with one leg covered with a cast and the other covered with fur. Usually when I would stroke him on his bed, he’d lay there with his eyes shut or staring at the ceiling. This time we were locked eye to eye. I could see the pleasure I was giving him in the expressions on his face and he could see from my smiles that I was totally into him. It felt incredible rolling his balls around on my side of the chair and him trying to push them closer to me. I’d get a good grasp of his cock and just slowly massage it in my fingers. I could tell he wanted me to jack him hard and fast, but I was in control. Every once in a while he’d reach around and try to stroke himself but I’d slap his hand away. He could see that I couldn’t take my eyes off his chest and I told him how beautiful he was. I’d look down at his fucker in my hand and tell him how incredible it was. He’d tell me how good it felt and how he couldn’t believe I was doing this for him. I looked him straight in the eye and he said it first, “God I love you, dude!” I smiled, lovingly squeezed his penis, and said, “Not as much as I love you!” He leaned forward and I moved to meet him as our lips met and we kissed. He put his arms around me and hugged me up against him. He asked me, “Why are you so good to me?” I just replied, “Because I can’t imagine anyone I’d want for my roommate but you. You’re my best friend dude!” Having said that I reminded him with a tug of his nuts that we had business to finish: enough with the teasing. I wanted him to have the best orgasm I could give him. Without saying any words, I fondled him and pumped him and took the cues from his eyes as to how I was doing. My hands were making love to his genitals, and his erection was making love to my fingers. He was really hard and I could tell he was trying to hold the cum back a little longer. I could only imagine how sore his ass must be getting squirming around on the wooden chair. All of a sudden he reached over to me and pulled my shirt up and over my head and tossed it across the room. He reached both hands over and pinched my nipples! He rubbed his callused hands over my hairy chest. I couldn’t believe he was touching me. I gave his cock a couple more loving strokes and aimed him at my chest. The first shot hit me square in the chest with a huge wad of cum with force that I couldn’t believe. My beautiful stud shot several more loads hitting the same spot. I kept on stroking as long as he could keep shooting. The last couple fell short and I caught them in my free hand. I used that hand to caress and slick his softening pole. His cum was running down my chest and stomach and I reached up and smeared it around. Very carefully, I slipped each drained ball back through the chair rungs. It was an awkward moment as we both acknowledged that we had crossed a new line in our friendship. We had done something in the heat of passion and now didn’t know what to say. I got up and moved my chair back to my desk; Bryce crawled into his bed and I turned out the lights and crawled into mine. I still had his now dried cum smeared across me. I said, “I love ya buddy!” and he replied, “Not as much as I love you, Don!” I licked my finger and ran it over his dried cum and savored the intense flavor. I said, “Sweet dreams, Bryce.” Comments and feedback to stroker57006@yahoo.com