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In three years I'd seen him only three times, once each year at about the very same time. Vince worked for the music store which handled rentals for my school band program in a small East Coast elementary school. My regular representative (Marv) brought Vince along each year on the one night when we would sign up as many as 100 rentals in a three-hour period. Those three times I saw him, Vince always looked the same. He wore a pair of dress pants, a white shirt and a tie. Perhaps that was his "recruiting" uniform. At first it was hard to determine how old he was, with only a fringe of dark, neatly trimmed hair surrounding a head that was bald on top. You wouldn't necessarily call him good-looking, but in his macho, Italian way he was very attractive to me. Not a really big man, he appeared to be in great shape, as opposed to Marv anyway. Vince was shorter than me --- most men are shorter than me --- but didn't seem to be carrying any fat beneath his neat-fitting clothes. So, after that third year we packed up the van as always for the two of them to return to their homes after another productive night of suckering families into investing a small fortune in their child's musical education. Unlike in previous years though, Vince didn't climb into the van to leave with Marv, he'd brought his own car. I bid the two of them good-bye in the parking lot and headed towards home myself. Damn! My gas gauge was on the red mark at the bottom and I decided not to chance it. I pulled into the convenience station half- way between the school and my house and pumped in $10 of no-lead. As I was paying for my purchase, who should walk in but Vince. "Hey, long time no see friend" he said to me, and went up to the attendant to ask for a couple of pieces of chicken from the deli counter. "Sorry, but it's all gone and we won't make any more tonight" the high pimply faced high school kid told him. "Oh hell, I really had my heart set on chicken tonight" he said, then turned to me and remarked that his wife was visiting her mother for a few days, so he was on his own for dinner. "No kidding!" I said, commenting on the coincidence. My own wife and kids were visiting my mother-in-law as well, trying to squeeze in one more long weekend at the cabin up north before settling into the routine of the school year. They'd be returning the following evening. "Hey Vince, you'll never guess what's in the refrigerator at my house" I said, and his eyes lit up when I announced that there was a big bucket of fried chicken purchased earlier at the station. "There's plenty for both of us" I insisted, and he followed me the couple of blocks from the service station/mini-market to my house. Once there we popped open a couple of beers and I put the bucket of chicken out on the kitchen table. Vince did loosen his tie, but kept it on even though I'd quickly changed into a pair of shorts and had hung my own tie up in the closet. While we ate we talked about the previous afternoon's foot- ball games, the weather, about his grandchildren (Jesus, the guy had to be at least fifty if he had a fifth grader for a grandson). We each had another beer while we ate and I realized I should have gotten another six-pack while at the gas station. Watching him drain the last of his can I couldn't help but notice the thick coat of dark hair that covered the backs of his hands and I wondered whether he was likewise blanketed all over his body. Once the beers were gone I suggested we break open a bottle of Chianti that had been in the wine rack for quite a while. Carrying the two glasses toward the table I tripped over a rug accidentally (?) and spilled a glass all over Vince's white shirt. "Oh shit! I'm sorry!" I said over and over. "It'll be ruined!" "That's okay, I've got plenty of these" he told me, but I still felt badly. "Take it off and we'll soak it in cold water right now so that the stain won't set" I suggested and he agreed that might be the best course of action to take. He yanked his tie off and peeled the shirt off, only to reveal that he had on a white T-shirt underneath. His arms were liberally coated with the same dark hair as I'd noticed a few moments earlier on the backs of his hands. As I looked at the T-shirt I realized it had almost a gray cast to it, as if it weren't very well bleached. And, of course, the wine stain had gone right into the center of it as well. I turned towards the kitchen sink and began running cold water into it, then heard him say "Here stick this in there too!" I turned just in time to catch the T-shirt he'd thrown. In my hands the shirt looked completely white, except for the wine stain, and I suddenly realized why it had looked gray on his body. "Jesus fucking Christ!" I said out loud, unable to contain my amazement as I saw the bare-chested Vince. Or maybe I should refer to him as "bear" chested. I apologized immediately, then explained that I'd just never seen anyone quite so hairy in my whole life. From shoulders to belt this guy was completely blanketed with thick dark fur. "Yeah, it's the family curse. We loose it on our heads and grow it everywhere else!" he joked, raking his fingers through the dense forest of hair. "Curse my ass! I'm jealous as hell!" I told him, admitting my admiration for really hairy guys. Over the years I'd seen some pretty hirsute men, but nothing the likes of Vince Dominico. I'd also met guys through my job before who'd turned me on, even parents of students and occasional student himself (back when I was teaching high school level) but I'd never done anything about coming on to a business contact. Not until that night anyway. "Would you mind if I....well you know...could I just kind of....Oh hell, can I touch it?" I finally blurted out and Vince laughed at my awkward request. "Sure, why not?" he replied and I reached out rather tentatively to put my hand on his incredibly hairy chest. "Wow!" I said, commenting not only on the thick amount of black fur, but also on how firm and hard his well-shaped pecs were. "You must work out pretty regularly" I mentioned and he surprised me by saying that he usually spent a couple of hours daily in the weight room at the health club around the corner from his work. As I ran my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, down the length of his hair-covered, muscular arms I began to picture this middle-aged man at the gym, pumping up with the Nautilus equipment, his wonderful body-coat all matted together with dripping sweat. That did it for me, I returned my hands to his muscular chest and cupped his hairy pecs, squeezing one in each of the palms of my hands. Vince's body began to react immediately. I felt the firm nipples beneath my hands stiffen until they were like steel bullets. Getting slightly bolder, I pinched them between my thumb and index finger, a gesture that elicited an audible grunt from my furry friend. "Want me to stop?" I asked, and he said "Hell no, it feels great man!" It was the answer I was hoping to hear from him and I went on tugging at his tits buried deep in the dense growth of near-black curls. My next move (and his reaction to it) proved that both of us were ready to consider some pretty heavy stuff that evening. I leaned forward and took one of his tits into my mouth, sucking first rather gently on it and eventually chewing it pretty good. He went on and on telling me how great that felt, and before I knew it we were standing there in the kitchen of my house French-kissing like a couple of school kids. Vince's tongue dug deep down my throat and I wrapped my arms around him, running my hands up and down his bare back. It wasn't completely covered with hair like his front, but there was a large patch of it at the base of his neck, and more down on the small of his back just above the waist band of his trousers. I rubbed over the back of his slacks and felt his firm, muscular ass beneath the material then tried to slip my hand inside. Unfortunately, there just wasn't enough room. "Here, get these things off!" I said, tugging at his belt to remove the slacks. While I did that he fumbled with the buttons on my shirt and it fell open. As his pants fell to the floor we began another long open-mouthed kiss, and for the first time I felt his fantastic hairy body pressed against my own smooth chest. My now I was hard as a rock and I wanted him to know what effect he was having on me. I rubbed my mid-section up against his and discovered that he was in a similar state of arousal. Anxious to continue what we'd already begun, I reached down and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his jockey shorts, pulled them down with one quick motion and then gasped at what fell out. "HOLY GOD-DAMNED FUCKING SHIT!" I shouted, unable to believe what I was seeing. From the waist up, Vince Dominico appeared to be first generation descended for a gorilla, but his cock was like that of a champion stud horse. Now granted, his legs aren't quite so long as mine, but even taking that into consideration, it's fairly remarkable that he would have a hunk of dick that hung almost all the way down to his knees. And that's exactly what Vince's fat meat did. Over the years I've seen and sucked plenty of guys, but this humpy, middle-aged Italian was unlike anyone I'd ever met before. I dropped to my knees in a flash and took his huge hunk of cock between my lips, anxious to deep-throat as much of the immense organ as I could. Not only was it long, but fat as well, and I choked at first until I forced myself to back off and take it easy. That took a lot of self-control, since I really wanted to have him buried to the hilt inside my mouth. Did I say that Vince was like a horse from the waist down? Well, that's not entirely true because his legs and ass were as thickly coated with coarse black hair as the rest of his muscular body. All the while that I sucked his big dick I ran my hands over his hairy thighs, marveling at the amount of fur that covered them. And while I was anxious to get to his well blanketed butt, I kept concentrating on the incredibly huge fuck-pole that was stuffed into my face. Never, ever in over twenty years of occasional sex with other guys had I met anyone quite so well-hung and well-haired as Vince Dominico. I tugged on his low-hanging, heavy, cum-laden balls as I continued to force more and more of his big dick into my mouth. I felt his cock-head all the way down into my throat, worked my muscles against it and still had enough of the fat shaft left to wrap my fist around. This was an experience I'd never imagined possible, nor would I ever forget it. After some time of having me suck him, Vince sort of took charge of the situation, encouraging me with urges of "Oh yeah, suck my big dick man, squeeze my cock with your mouth. Make me come in your mouth you hot cock-sucker!" I pressed forward with each stroke, lunging down farther towards his incredibly thick pubic bush with each move, until I could feel the coarse black hairs tickling my nose. That's when I knew I had him entirely in my mouth. He knew it too, and remarked that not many men were able to do that. That indicated to me that he'd done this before, I wasn't the first guy to suck him off. It was a challenge from that point on, a challenge to be the BEST, if not the first. I grabbed his balls in both hands and twisted them into a knot, pulling them while I continued to massage his cock with the muscles which seemed to be half-way down to my stomach. With at least a foot of cock in my mouth, it may have been that far actually! Somehow, while I sucked this hairy Italian's cock I was able to get my own shorts off, and the under shorts beneath them as well. On my knees in front of Vince, I continued sucking his big donkey-dick, playing with his balls and still managed to stroke my own excited-beyond-belief erection. "Get ready cock-sucker! Here it comes!" he warned me pulling his fat Italian sausage out of my mouth just as it began to erupt. I felt rope after hot rope of jism slam against my face as he emptied the balls I'd so recently been teasing to produce more and more spunk. When Vince finally finished, with a grunt and a final spurt that landed on my extended tongue, my face was dripping with his load, semen running down my cheeks and forehead and all over my neck. Damn! I'd never have believed anyone could come so much, but then I'd never seen quite so much cock as Vince had either. "You wanna' get off too?" he asked me after he'd gained his composure a little. But as he glanced down to the floor he could see that I already had, exploding my own pent-up load at the same time that he'd showered my face. I wiped his spunk from my body with my hands, somehow managing to get most of the white-hot liquid into my mouth instead of wasting it. Glancing up from the floor at this humpy stud I couldn't wait to move our activities to the bedroom and do some more. Yeah sure, I should probably feel guilty cheating on my wife in our own house, but I'll bet there are plenty of guys who do this. Okay, maybe they don't do it with other guys, but everyone has some faults right? In our bedroom, laying on the bed where I'd helped conceive my own kids, I began to run my tongue all over Vince's hair-coated body. I started again at his tits, worked my way over to his arm-pits and I buried my face in the forest of curls that were there. He seemed to really dig the attention I was giving him, but he couldn't have been half as turned on as I was. Trailing my mouth over his belly I left a thin layer of moisture causing the black hairs to glisten in the soft light of the bedroom. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that his cock was beginning to stiffen again, but this time I was determined to be in control of the situation. Of course I wanted to suck him again and I almost let myself do just that. Instead, I continued to tease, nipping at his chest and arm-pit hairs with my lips, flicking my tongue across his big hard nipples, kissing his neck hard enough to draw big purple hickeys to the surface (he'd have to deal with his wife in the morning and explain -- if he could -- where those had come from). By then it was about the time we'd normally go to bed for the evening. The only difference on this night was that I had no intention of going to sleep. My plan was to keep this hot stud going all night, hoping to draw load after load out of his big horse-cock. I didn't intend for all those loads to be wasted (?) on my face either. I dragged my tongue across Vince's face, his beard heavy and rough after a day's growth. He seemed to really get off when I did the same on his bald head, kissing the bare top at least a hundred times before returning to thrust my tongue way down his throat as he'd done to me earlier in the evening. Oh damn, this was an experience unlike anything I'd ever felt. My first blow job, the first time I sucked cock, the first time I had another guy's cock up my ass couldn't compare to how I felt with Vince that night. I won't say I was "in love" but I will admit that I'd never felt quite so aroused. Determined as I was not to lose control, I couldn't help myself. Rolling off his hairy body onto my back, I pulled my knees up to my chest and begged him to fuck me. "Come on you big-dicked son-of-a-bitch, pump that tree-trunk cock up my hot ass-hole!" I shouted. Of course Vince had intended to do that all along, but was just waiting for me to beg for it. He pressed his face up into the crack of my ass and licked my bung-hole to moisten it, the rough whiskers driving me nearly wild in anticipation of what was to come. I didn't want to admit to him that it had been years since I'd last been butt-fucked and he didn't ask. Still, the way he was working so hard to get me wet I think he knew I'd need some extra assistance in taking his huge cock. No doubt he was used to having to take some extraordinary measures to allow men to accept his massive endowment. For the next many minutes he used his fingers and his tongue to loosen me up a bit, opening me up to accommodate his cock-bottle sized cock. Finally, I couldn't standing it any longer and I begged him in no uncertain terms to "shove that big fucking cock up my ass!" Back in college I had a roommate who was very well endowed. He and another member of the foot- ball team who's now in the pros (a black guy with a really big dick) used to fuck me on a regular basis. Neither of them could compare to the unbelievable amount of hard flesh that Vince Dominico plowed into me that evening. I screamed out (in pain or pleasure?) as he ripped into my tight ass-hole, then wrapped my legs around his hairy thighs as he pumped himself deep into my chute for what seemed like hours, even though it may have been only a few minutes. It was hard to tell. Time sort of stood still from the moment he penetrated the eager muscle-ring between my butt-cheeks. I recall laying on the side of the bed with my legs up over his hairy shoulders while he pistoned into me. I also recall being on all fours while he fucked me doggie-style. My favorite position with Vince was laying face-to-face so that I could feel his rugged hairiness rubbing against my own smooth body, my hands constantly raking through his dense body-coat. It may have been around midnight, after he'd dumped about a gallon of cum up my ass in multiple ejaculations, that I suggested we get into the tub. It's the one luxury we built into that house, a large tub with a Jacuzzi. Over the years I can't recall more than half-a-dozen times when my wife and I shared it, and I certainly couldn't recall any time enjoying it as much as when I was there with Vince. With the warm-water jets swirling around us, I soaped up his muscular, hairy body while fully impaled on his straight-up cock. Up inside my ass I could feel places opening up that had never been touched before, and I ground myself down to drive him deeper up into me. The Jacuzzi jets caused the soap to form huge bubbles, ones which we played with as if we were little children, and I rubbed my hands over every part of his body there in the tub. It wasn't so much to get him clean as it was to give me the opportunity to touch him. "Hey man, you wanna' fuck me?" he asked, and I realized I'd been so caught up in getting my own physical satisfaction that I hadn't even considered that Vince might want the same thing. We went back to the bedroom where I pulled his legs up and dove into the hair-pie that was his ass-hole. Never had I imagined myself in such a situation, except in my wildest of fantasies. Rimming the deep recesses of his hairy anus was beyond belief, and before we knew it, I had my own cock buried up inside Vince's butt-hole. We went at it all night long, taking turns sucking, fucking, touching, kissing and turning one another on. When my alarm went off in the morning (as if always does), I reached over across the bed to turn it off. Instead of hitting the snooze-button though, I pressed up against Vince's left nipple, causing it to harden immediately to my touch. That did it for us. I called in sick for the day, as did my hairy Italian lover from the previous night. We spent the best (and I do mean the BEST!) part of the day fucking our brains out, with me on the receiving end of most of the fucking. Reluctantly, realizing that he need to leave before my wife and kids returned in the early evening, we both noticed how much dark hair he'd shed on the sheets during the last 18 hours or so. That would be difficult to explain to my wife so I yanked off the linens and tossed them into the washer with his wine-stained shirt. Leaving the house just moments before my family returned, Vince said "See you next year?" and I assured him I would. Well, it didn't take us a year to get back together. It was more like a week! I called the music store and made up some stupid excuse for why I had to get hold of Vince... some question on one of the instrument rentals. Like me, he couldn't wait to get together again, so we made up an elaborate plan in which each of us would supposedly join a bowling team with other men we worked with. I knew (and so did Vince) that our wives would never be caught dead in a bowling alley, so there was little chance that they'd ever come and find out that we had no intention whatsoever of doing that. Oh sure, we spent every Tuesday away from our families, and while Vince's balls sometimes feel like they weigh sixteen pounds, there are no holes bored into them. The only "split" which occur in our league are the ones I do with my legs spread wide to accept Vince's enormous fuck- tool up my horny ass-hole. There's plenty of "gutter" talk as he pistons in and out of my eager butt, but we never need to think about picking up a "spare". To the contrary, we're just fine by ourselves, scoring a perfect 300 "game" every Tuesday night for the last four years. I still see Vince once a year at the annual band instrument rental night, and Marv has no idea that his partner and I routinely rendezvous at my house after that meeting. His wife and my family are always so appreciative that we accept their wanting to spend that same extended weekend with their mothers. I really feel like a heel when she brags to her friends about how "understanding" I am to let her go and spend some "quality time" with her mother, and the kids' grandmother. She has no idea what "quality time" is for me, and hopefully she'll never find out either! About the author; D.B. Reed is a writer of male erotica who draws story topics from fantasy, from personal experiences (like this story) or from interviews with other guys who want to tell their story.