I'm the general manager of a small oil well and refinery complex in South Texas. Most of the crew is made up of local guys in their late 20s or early 30s, but we occasionally attract some college guys who want jobs for the summer. This summer, we got two fraternity brothers from AMU, named Bruce and Christopher. They were both 19, and working for the summer between their sophomore and junior years. When they first arrived, they took a lot of crap from the other guys on the crew, but they both work really hard, and anyone who puts in a full day during the South Texas summer eventually gets grudging respect. I've put them to work building a maintenance shed--not as dirty or dangerous as the oil work, but in many ways just as hard. Most days they're working stripped to just cargo shorts and their work boots. They couldn't be more different physically. Bruce is about 5'10", maybe 165# or so--muscular, but very lanky. He's got straw blond hair and blue eyes, and appears almost totally hairless except for faint traces of blond down on his forearms and calves. Christopher couldn't be more different--he's a linebacker for their football team and it shows. Dark brown hair, perpetual 5-oclock shadow, very muscular, about 6'3" and 230#. What's more, he's very, very hairy. Not just his chest and belly, but the same thick carpet all over his shoulders and back. He gets teased about it by the guys constantly, but he has no self consciousness about his furriness whatsoever. I had gradually started to notice that on many afternoons they'd linger and not go to our showers and locker room until everyone else had long gone. I became curious. Several years ago, we had a situation where some employees were stealing equipment, and we'd installed a one-way mirror into the locker room so we could see what's going on. Nobody remembers it but me, so I clambered up there one afternoon to see what's what. I also opened a small window so I could hear whatever transpired. About 10 minutes after the last guy left, I could hear Bruce tunelessly singing some popular song and he walked into the shower area. As I'd somewhat expected, a fairly small crop of pubic hair, and an unremarkable set of cock and balls--the whole area set into sharp contrast by the paleness of his skin compared to the deep tan on his torso and legs and arms. He began washing his hair and soaping the rest of his body. He rinsed off thoroughly, and then began washing his genitals. He got an erection almost instantly--a creditable 6" or so. Smoothly and instantly, the automatic and well-practiced motions of washing became equally automatic and well-practiced motions of masturbation. He pleasured himself slowly and gently, leaning against the tiled wall. "Where y'at little buddy?" I could hear Christopher's deep voice. Amazingly, Bruce didn't try to cover himself, or even stop what he was doing, as Christopher strode into the locker room. My eyes were riveted to Christopher's crotch, where his massively hairy belly exploded into a riot of immensely thick curly pubic hair. Dangling from this forest was an immense penis--easily the size of an unpeeled banana. Uncircumcised, and though I could barely see through the forest of man-hair, clearly a loose dangling scrotal sac with a couple of big egg-size balls. What a salami on this guy! Bruce stopped masturbating, and stood there, his penis throbbing gently. Christopher picked up his massive cock and put his palm underneath it and slapped it against his palm really hard. I could hear the smack clearly. Then he did it again, and again. He then grabbed his penis with thumb and forefinger right down by the base and began twirling it in circles, almost like a jump rope. It was one of the most erotic things I've ever seen. After a little of this, he let it fall and walked over to Bruce, his huge penis swaying back and forth like some enormous hairy pendulum. Bruce's erection was undiminished, and he seemed to be panting heavily. Christopher pinched one of Bruce's silver dollar sized brown nipples and squeezed hard. Bruce's gasp of pleasure mixed with pain escalated almost into a cry. Then, instead of letting go, Christopher took his free hand and literally slapped the hand pinching Bruce's nipple away. Bruce groaned and said, "Quick, do the other one!" Christopher complied, and as he used his hairy paw to swat his hand free, Bruce grabbed a hold of Christopher's forest of chest hair and ejaculated all over him. I've never seen a guy come so much. Stream after stream of thick semen squirted out of Bruce's cock, coating the belly and chest and shoulder fur that covered Christopher like a blanket. The ejaculation seemed to go on forever. With no motion to clean him, Christopher put his hands on Bruce's shoulders and forced him down to the ground. Bruce put his hands on his knees to steady himself, and squatted right in front of Christopher's crotch. I could still see the glistening of some additional drops of his man-come falling out of him and landing on the tile floor. Christopher was now completely erect. Easily the size and shape of a 16-oz beer can. He used his thumb and index finger to roll the foreskin back off of the head of his massive penis, which was an angry red, and already slick with precum. Not using his hands whatsoever, Bruce guided this gigantic erection into his mouth. He sucked greedily, and I could hear their grunts and groans and the sounds of slurping as he devoured his buddy's massive erection. After 5 minutes or so of this, Christopher pulled away. His penis was even bigger and thicker and the whole thing had turned an angry red. Bruce's oral action had rolled the foreskin back over the head, which had now swollen remarkably. The foreskin, which had rolled back so easily just a few minutes ago, was now stretched taut, and Christopher grunted in discomfort as he rolled it back again. The cock head was enormous, engorged and purple. Bruce put it back in his mouth and went back to work. Christopher started thrusting his hips, and from my vantage point I could see the muscles in his back rippling, and the cheeks of his ass clenching and unclenching--even under the amazing coating of hair that covered them. Finally, his movements speeded up and his hip thrusts became faster, almost frenzied, and I could hear his loud gasps and groans become shouts as he came. Bruce was clearly trying to swallow a massive load coming out of this big hairy stud, and it was a losing battle. Streams of Christopher's come came out of Bruce's mouth, getting all over Christopher’s' amazing pubic bush. Finally Bruce fell back. Amazingly, he was erect again. He stood up, spat some of Christopher's semen on his hands, and grabbed his penis with both hands and jerked himself roughly, almost violently, until in a few minutes he shot another big load all over Christopher's front. They stood there a moment laughing, and just when I expected them to turn on the showers, Christopher lay down on the tile floor, and Bruce sat down next to him. The combined semen all over Christopher's furry body from their 3 ejaculations was amazing. Bruce began gently and thoroughly massaging it into Christopher's hair. Wherever it was--shoulders, chest, belly, crotch, legs, he was working the come into the thick fur. I can't even imagine what it must have felt like. Christopher just lay there with a dreamy expression on his face. This took 10 minutes or so, and when they got done, Christopher pulled on just a pair of shorts and his boots as Bruce got dressed. I could see that Christopher was planning to leave his sperm-coated torso that way for the rest of the afternoon. "Do the back next time, little buddy?" I heard Christopher say? "One right after the other," replied Bruce, and they high-fived each other as they walked out into the hot South Texas sun.
