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Yeah I could see it the minute I first met him. The kid couldn't keep his eyes off me, off my well built chest and the fact that all that hair poked out the opening of my shirt. This kid was the same as every other teenager hot for my hunky and hairy body. Well, not exactly the same because this one was my new step-brother. The last thing in the world that I wanted to do was go home and beg money from my mom, especially since she'd just remarried. What about my father? Well, I might be able to get something good from him, but it wasn't going to be money. No, my mom and her new husband were my only option. One look at young Kevin though, and I saw another possibility for funding. While I had no intention of intentionally seducing the kid, I wasn't above using his obvious infatuation for me to my benefit. Mom had done well for herself with Clint Kelly. He was financially well-of, successful and well-respected in the community. He was everything my own father wasn't. Perhaps that's why mom fell for him, because he was the direct opposite of the man she'd come home one day and found in the family room making it with his entire summer league soccer team. They were all over age 18 (it was a college level team that my dad was coaching) but it was more than mom could handle. I was in high school myself at the time, and some of the guys on his team had recently graduated so I knew a number of them. Was I angry? No... I was just jealous as hell that I hadn't been included in this afternoon fuck fest. My old man was my idol. He was everything I wanted to be....big and muscular, hard-drinking, foul-talking, and hairy as a fucking bear! It was a particularly ugly divorce and sole custody of me was awarded to my mother (much to my disappointment). For the next three years (until I turned eighteen) I was forbidden to make contact with my dad. My eighteenth birthday was on graduation day, and my mom was plenty pissed about my plans to spend that summer with my dad. She couldn't do much about it though. This was before she met Clint and his son so she was still working full-time. I made a joke of the fact that she'd save a fortune in food that summer and she reluctantly agreed that I was old enough to make my own decisions. At my dad's place that summer I learned all I could from him. Physically I was already favoring him a lot, but during those three months with him I learned how to drink and cuss and smoke. Best of all I learned how to take his big hard cock up my ass just as I'd wanted to do for years. It was the best summer of my life, but when the end of August came he had to return to his college coaching job. My own college plans were not very ambitious. My intention was to take some classes as the local junior college and work part-time to make enough spending money to keep up the bad habits I'd learned from my dad. I recall hoping that some day I'd end up as hairy as my old man. Now, at almost 23 years old I've surpassed my own goal. I'm about the hairiest fucker you could ever imagine, with a full thick mat all over my belly and broad chest, spilling up over my shoulders and arms. There's just a bit on my back (in that respect my dad still has me beat -- his back is about as heavily coated as my front) but down at the base of my back, just above the top of my jeans there's a thick dusting of dark fur. Going down lower, I have an ass and upper legs that are hairier than anyone I've ever met, even including my old man. Over the years I've found plenty of ways to use my furry body to attract guys who can provide me with the funding I need to live comfortably. One of the bad habits I picked up that summer with my dad was gambling and I've recently gotten a little "over-extended". While the guys I now owe money to are generally agreeable to having sex with me, they don't accept it in payment for my large debt. As I said earlier, my dad's great for sex but not much of a potential for a loan. Mom and her new husband seemed like a better possibility. I gave her no intention of my real reason for coming for a visit, saying only that I wanted to get to know her new husband. I didn't even know the widower she married had a fifteen year old son. I showed up at their large contemporary home dressed pretty conservatively (for me anyway) in a pair of jeans (pretty tight) and a dark blue polo shirt. That particular shirt had a single open button at the top which showed only the very upper tufts of my dense chest coat, but it did nicely display my muscular (and very hairy) arms. As I shook hands with my new step-brother I could see that he noticed right away how furry my arms were. Standing on either side of my mother, Clint and Kevin Kelly looked like matching bookends. Both of them were blue-eyed, blond and not very big, about 5'9" or so each. Both of them were in good shape but their physiques were not particularly distinctive. Their nice tans indicated that they probably played golf or tennis and their snooty high-dues country club. I told mom I was a little tired, stretching and allowing my shirt bottom to ride up just a bit just to tease young Kevin with a quick view of my hairy belly. Having picked up on the fact that the kid dug my rugged, butch appearance I decided to use it. I showed up at dinner that first day with a different shirt on, this one a filmy gauze-like shirt with the buttons open halfway down. All through dinner I could see him staring at me and I was certain he had a hard-on. Clint Kelly's house was built with the pool as a focal point. The family room and kitchen both opened onto it, and the master bedroom overlooked it from above. Two other bedrooms were on the opposite side of the house, each had it's own separate bathroom but the bathrooms had a door between them that could be opened. to allow access back and forth. One of those rooms was to be mine, and the was Kevin's. I waited until the next morning when I heard him in his bathroom before I wrapped a towel around my middle and rapped gently on the door between our bathrooms. I didn't wait for an answer, just opened the door and saw him standing there in his underwear. "Hey Kevin, can I borrow some shaving cream, I seem to have forgotten mine and mom hates when I look like this!" I rubbed my hand over my bristly face and it made an audible sound like sandpaper against wood. Kevin's mouth was wide open as he got his first good look at just HOW hairy I was with only that towel on. "Huh...oh...um....well, no.....um I just ran out the other day and haven't gotten any new yet" he said, and I realized that he wasn't even shaving regularly yet. Probably once a month or so he would use one of those Bic safety razors with bath soap to remove the peach-fuzz from his face. "Guess I'll have to use the electric one. The problem with that is I'll have to shave again later today" I bragged, and (just to drive him crazy) I scratched my hairy belly openly. I was awful over the next few days, using every opportunity I could get to flaunt my hairiness for Kevin. I wore tank tops that were really low- cut, or ones that were made of a mesh material that allowed my dense chest hairs to literally poke THROUGH the shirt. The crowning touch though was my swim suit. Kevin was already down at the pool when I made my appearance there. I had a terry-cloth robe on over the suit that wasn't allowed on half the public beaches in Florida. It had only a tiny pouch in front and thin strips of material running around the waist to hold it on. From the bottom a strip of material no wider than half an inch ran up my ass- crack and attached to the waist band. The effect was stunning! fully displaying my incredibly hairy buttocks and showing the outline of my hefty long and thick cock in front. I'd worn sunglasses out so Kevin wasn't aware of the fact that I was watching him watch me. He was under the water, but I could see from the look on his face that he was throwing a rod below the surface. I knew my next well-planned activity would put him right over the edge. I picked up a container of tanning oil and squirted a liberal amount of it all over my hairy front, smearing it into the dense chest blanket. I could see the reaction it had and went in for the kill, turning my back to him and rubbing my well-oiled hands all over my hairy ass. I'm sure he blew a load right then in his trunks and must've been afraid that it would float to the surface of the water because he jumped out of the water and grabbed a towel immediately before racing into the house. I stayed down at the pool all afternoon and could almost FEEL him watching me from his room as I occasionally ran a hand across my furry front, and frequently rearranged my big cock and balls inside the tiny pouch of my scandalous trunks. Turning over on the lounge chair by the side of the pool I could just imagine him up in his room wishing that it could be his face and his mouth in the crack of my ass instead of that thin strip of material. At dinner that night I could tell that I would be getting a visitor later on. I said something about being kind of tire and wanting to turn in early. My mom said she felt like she was getting one of her migraines and Clint suggested that we all call it an early night. Everything was falling right into place. I pretended to be asleep and saw the door to my room open, the crack of light from the hallway outline his blond frame. I closed my eyes to make like I was out for the night and breathed deeply, allowing my big hairy chest to heave up and down. At first it w as just the fingers I felt, grazing over my front, then his whole hand, and then both of them together rubbing and roaming and raking through the incredible dense thicket that completely blankets my body. "What the fu..." I said, pretending to wake up and he put his finger against my lips. "Shhh" he whispered. "We don't want to wake the rest of them up". Then he went on. "I can't tell you how much I've wanted to do this". "Go ahead and try" I said back. "Try to tell me how hot you are for my hairy body. Tell me with your mouth, but don't use any words. We don't want to wake anyone else up do we?" I said, and I felt his tongue begin its long deliberate journey all over my chest giving special attention to each of my big mounded pecs. He lifted my arm up and dove into the thick muff of dark hair under my arm, nipping at the hairs there and licking my armpit until it was damp with his moisture. Returning to my chest, we rubbed his face in the valley between my twin peaks and worked his way down my belly, pausing for a moment to chew on my furry belly button before moving to my cock. I honestly hadn't expected it to go this far. I figured the kid would come in and just want to play with my hairy body and then I'd talk him into going to his bank the next day and taking some money out of the savings account his father had probably been putting money into for years. As he wrapped his hand around the shaft of my cock though, and touched his tongue to the tip I realized that I would be foolish to stop now, despite my common sense telling me to quit before we got caught. As he worked his tongue over the whole length of my big cock and then returned to take the whole thing into his mouth I realized that I wasn't the first cock he'd sucked. If I was, then this was the worlds greatest natural cock-sucker. No shit, I've been blown by hundreds of men and this young kid was one of the best! "Oh yeah, get ready I'm gonna' come!" I shouted out and I blasted my first load down his throat while he swallowed furiously to get it all. He drained me completely and then came up and kissed me on the mouth, shoving his tongue between my lips so that I could taste the flavor of my own come. "Jesus, I've wanted to do that since the moment you walked in the front door the other day" he whispered, and I told him I knew that. "Was I that obvious? I thought I hid it pretty well, but today out at the pool was the thing that put me over the edge. When you started oiling up your hairy ass I came right then" "So you liked my little demonstration huh?" I said, and he asked if I knew he was watching from his bedroom window. "I couldn't see you, but I figured you were there. You should've come down" "Oh believe me, I wanted to but....well you know we couldn't do this in the daylight. Out there I couldn't beg you to roll over so I could eat your big hairy ass like I want to do now!" Damn, this kid was pretty direct. Still, if he rimmed half as good as he sucked cock he'd be a real plus to my night. "Go ahead, dig right in!" I said, rolling over and getting sort of up onto my knees to present my hairy butt right at his face. Again he showed talent and experience well beyond his years as he shoved his hot tongue deep into my hairy chute. Without missing a stroke, punching his tongue deeper into me with each thrust he managed to flip me over onto my back. Then he left my ass- hole and moved upward to take one, then both of my huge egg-shaped balls into his mouth. My big cock was hard again and he told me he wanted me to fuck him. "Are you sure?" I asked and he said he'd wanted it since he first saw me. I knew that too, but wanted to hear him say it. Using his own saliva to wet my big fuck-pole he positioned himself above me and started to press downward onto my erection. He'd already lubed his opening with something (as if he'd planned to come in and get fucked!) and I felt my cock slip into his hot, tight hole. "Oh yes it feels so good!" he whispered loudly, his voice becoming more and more hoarse as he took more and more of my big ten-incher into his body. Finally I felt his butt cheeks rest against me and I told him he had it all. "Then fuck me, fuck me good and hard!" he urged me, and I needed no more invitation. We went at it that way for a good long time with him sitting on my straight up cock and all the while running his hands all over my hairy body while I fucked him from below. "Aw shit, get ready I'm gonna' come!" I warned him, and he told me he was ready to shoo as well "I'm gonna' blow my big load all over you hairy bear body you big fucking ape-man!" he said, and we exploded together. I'm sure I unleashed my usual amount, but it all went up his pulsing, tight male-cunt. His spunk arced up and blasted me in multiple jets of snotty white stuff, rope after rope of it coating my face and shoulders and my whole hairy front. I looked up just in time to see the door to my bathroom closing from the other side and realized that it wasn't Kevin that I'd just fucked. No, he'd missed out, probably hesitated just a moment before working up the courage to come through from his room through the double bathroom and into my room. By the time he arrived he saw that his father had beaten him to it. I wonder how long he'd been there, and how much he saw. Suddenly I realized that it was not unlike when I came in and caught my old man with his team. The difference though with this time was that Clint Kelly's wife didn't catch him on the receiving end of a big cock. Clint collapsed atop me, cementing his smooth chest to my hairy one with his huge load of spunk. He stuck his tongue into my ear and then whispered. "Oh that was terrific! What do I have to do to convince you to move in here with us so I can get at your hairy body all the time. I'll do any- thing you want!" "Oh I think something can be worked out!" I said.