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Before I went over to his place on the far west side, I got ready in my hotel room. I looked at my smooth, lean 45 year old body in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. I have no body hair except for around my cock. A lot of guys like men like me, but me, I’m into fur. Once in a while a really muscular hairless guy will turn me on, but not often. Myself, I am good-looking with deep blue eyes and a head of salt and pepper hair. I rubbed my body and started playing with my dick, which is cut, on the big side, and has a large head. I got hard thinking about what “Peter” was going to do to me later that day. I’d only seen his pictures on line, but he sure looked my type: vaguely middle-eastern, with a fine, fine furry chest totally covered with dark hair that I couldn’t wait to play with.

I started to jerk off, thinking about how Peter would soon be inside me. I don’t know why I like to get fucked so much, but I do. There’s just something about a hairy stud that makes me want to get down on the ground and invite him in. I can’t afford to do this often, but boy when I need it I sure need it. Do you guys know the feeling?

When I felt like I was going to ejaculate I cupped my hand around the tip of my cock so that I wouldn’t spill on the rug. I went into the bathroom, washed my hands, and got into the shower where I cleaned up good—especially my ass, because I would tell Peter to do all kinds of things to it. I tried to shove the little bar of soap up my chute. This was my first time with Peter, so I didn’t know what his limits would be, but I would definitely ask him to eat my ass, which is like the hottest thing a top can do to me—next to filling it with hot dick! Getting my hole licked is like saying: a penis is headed this way, boy, there’s no stopping it now. Wow!

Escorts always have stuff, but just to be sure I put a couple of Trojans, a little tube of lube, and my bottle of poppers into my pocket. I went down to the lobby of the hotel and got the doorman to hail me a cab. I was hard the whole time, and didn’t care if anyone noticed. I was on my way to get plowed and nothing was going to stop me.

Peter buzzed me up and opened the door to his apartment when I was walking down the hallway to it. Initial impression? Thirty maybe, tops. I don’t like them much younger than that. A little shorter than I had imagined, but that was cool. Most guys are a little shorter than me anyway, but height’s not what I’m interested in. Hirsuteness is, and Peter was perfect.

He had a polo shirt on and I could see the black fur of his chest at the collar. It was a short-sleeve shirt, so his big muscular arms were visible. They were covered with dark hair, too, the kind of arms where the hair isn’t just on top but goes all the way around. He could have been Jewish or Arab, I couldn’t tell and didn’t care. He was solidly built, but not the way a body builder is—he was born beefy. His wrists were thick and the hair went up the back of his hands and covered even his fingers. Woof! I was totally stiff already, I could felt my dick pulsating, and thought about those butch hands playing with and teasing my pussy, getting it ready for fertilization. This was going to be great!

We shook hands and he flashed me a perfect smile. He waved me into the apartment and closed the door. Once we were in private, he grabbed me by my hips, pulled me close and gave me a deep kiss. I’m sure he could feel my big hard prick through our pants. I had told him over the phone I wanted to bottom with him, but I’m glad he knew he wouldn’t be dealing with a little guy. I wrapped my arms around his lower back and put my hands down his pants. I could feel the hairy patch above his ass. Some furry guys have really fine, light hair, but Peter’s was thick, like an animal’s. I wondered if his whole back would be hairy. I was feeling really light headed, all I wanted to do was rip my clothes off, lie and the floor and have him enter me, but I knew I’d have to wait a few minutes anyway.

“Want a drink?” Peter asked.

I said yes, if only to slow things down. He asked me what I wanted, and I said a shot of anything would be fine. We sat down on the small sofa together. It was a studio apartment, and there was a massage table set up by the bed. On the little table by the bed I could see a big bottle of clear lube and some rubbers. Good. We were in business.

As we chatted, I put my hand on Peter’s thigh and slowly rubbed it. He asked me what my fantasies were, and I told him everything. I said I really like to get dominated by big hairy guys, that I had to do it on my back and that I was very verbal and liked to give the instructions. He nodded and smiled, and without prompting pulled his polo short off.

What can I say? He was a fucking beast, covered with thick dark hair. I saw his armpits as he took the short off, and they were massive forests of black fur. His pecs were big, with little nipples buried in his man pelt.

“Do you like this?” he asked, rubbing his torso. He wasn’t two feet away from and it was all I could do to stop myself from throwing myself on top of him and getting all his chest hair wet with my tongue. Oh yeah, I said. You’re really hairy.

Stand up, I said, and take off the rest of your clothes.

He unbuckled his belt and let his loose khakis fall to the floor, and then stepped out them. His legs were solid muscle and, like his arms, were darkly hairy all the way around. I started to rub my dick through me pants. He raised his legs one at a time and took off his white althletic socks. All that was left were his dark blue briefs, out of which dark hair flowed in every direction. His treasure trail was as dense as I’d ever seen on a guy. This guy didn’t trim anything.

“Pull them down” was my next order.

“Sure boss,” he said with a little giggle.

The briefs were off in a second. What I saw made me weak—a big hairy prick, semi-erect, with a large dark head to it. It was built to be a baby maker, no doubt about it. His balls were massively hairy, and fur even grew halfway up his shaft. I wanted him inside me—now!

Peter helped me out of my own clothes, and we stood naked side by side. How could god make two men so different? I was a man, no doubt about it, but without any hair anywhere except around my penis and on top of my head. I didn’t even need to shave everyday. But Peter, aside from his back, which I could tell he waxed, was like a gorilla. I sat back down on the sofa and told him to back up and let me explore his ass. It was totally covered with hair. Bend over, I told him. I spread his furry globes and looked at his crack. I could barely see his sweet pink hole through all the hair. I leaned forward and smelled him. He was totally clean. Back in the days when I topped, this was the kind of ass I dreamt of screwing. I gently let my tongue touch his fuck hole, hoping he’d get the message I’d want him to do that to me later.

“Aw, man, I can’t take more of this. Let’s move to the bed” I told him. I fished my bottle of poppers out of my pants pocket and placed it on the nightstand next to Peter’s lubes and protection.

I threw myself down onto his low bed. On my back, I spread my legs and ran my hand across my hole, just to make it clear to Peter that breeding time was fast approaching. Lie down on on top of me, I told him. He slowly got onto the bed himself and rolled on top of me. He was heavy, warm and furry. I love the feeling of a hairy man on top of me. I felt him breath and thought I could feel his heart beating hard. I ran my hands up and down his back, and let my fingers run through the fur on his ass.

I whispered in his ear. “I need you to fuck me, Peter. Get me ready.”

Peter used his arms to raise himself up, sat back on his heels, and handed me my poppers. I took a little hit, and raised my legs halfway up in the air. I saw his hairy right hand disappear down below, and I felt a digit gently explore between my legs. I also felt the poppers do their work and I let out a deep breath.

“Aw, Peter, do it, man. Do what you do.”

He smiled at me, reached over for some lube, and greased up his finger. I guessed he wasn't going to rim me, but not many escorts do. Occupational hazard, I guess. That’s all right, I thought, that big hairy hand of his is what I want anyway. I pulled my knees back to my chest and exposed my open ass to him. He began to open my tight hole with his greasy finger. My hole was already damp from the excitement, ready to be spread and violated. I took the lube from him and put a little on my cock.

“When you’re fucking me, pump my cock once in a while, okay?” I told him. He nodded yes. “But not too much. I want your big dick to make me cum.”

A little more lube in his hand, and the one finger became two. It felt great, like god made my body for this. To open up and take a hairy man deep inside. I tried to move my ass to make it clear to Peter I was assuming the position for maximum penetration. My legs went wide as I grabbed my ankles.

You really want it, don’t you, Peter said. I need your dick now, I replied. Give it to me. Now. All of it. My heart was racing.

Take another hit of your poppers, Peter said. As I fumbled with the top of the bottle, he used his teeth to rip open the rubber and rolled it down his thick hairy prick. The sight of him dong the final preparations drove me crazy.

As the poppers took me up to a new level of horniness, I told Peter to fuck me. That was the last time I had to speak to him. He was a total top and knew what my pussy needed. He took my ankles from me, freeing up my hands to twist my own nipples as I watched this massively hairy stud guide his tool towards my hungry hole. As he pushed it in and I felt him fill me I moaned with the pleasure of giving it up that only a total bottom knows. Any of you guys know what I’m talking about?

His hairy body above and inside my smooth one was a beautiful sight. That was meant to be, I remember thinking. Give me your seed, I thought. Plow me, impregnate me, split me open. I feel his penis moving insistently in and out of me. I used my ass muscles to squeeze him whenever he was fully inserted. Little drops of clear precum were oozing out of own stiff dick. When he grabbed it and gave it a quick tug, I moaned with pleasure.

“Aw, Peter, you’re fuckin’ me. You’re really fucking me. You know how to do it, man”

I reached up and played with his hairy pecs, then ran my hands across his furry shoulders, then his belly. He was pure animal, something from the jungle. And I had him inside me, doing real damage to my ass. I’d feel this for days.

Peter’s own breathing got heavy, and I wondered if he was about to shoot. Not yet, big boy, I thought, too early. But he was in charge now and I couldn’t stop him from his jack-hammering. This is what men do, I thought. Give up control, you fucking bottom, and let the professional go to work. I raised my arms over my head, smiled at him and nodded, as if to order him to go deeper and harder and faster. And he did.

His ape body got stiff as he tensed his muscles and approached his climax. He wasn’t hitting my G-spot, but that was okay, it always took some practice. I grabbed his hairy forearm and indicated I want him to jerk me off with his hand. He grabbed tight and with only two tugs, I was shooting my cream all over my smooth stomach.

“Peter, give me your sperm, I want your jism!” One of my fantasies is bare-backing, though I’ve never done it. Back when it was safe, I was always the top, so I don’t have the experience of real sperm up my hole.

What Peter did, however, was pull out of me, leaving my freshly fucked gaping hole wide open as he ripped the condom off his slightly curved prick and, with just a couple of quick tugs himself, sprayed my whole torso with his hot seed. I’d forgotten how good a young man’s gallon of cum could feel. I would have liked it if he lowered himself back on top of me and let our semen merge and glue us together, but instead he hopped up off the bed and came back from the bathroom with a couple of cum towels. He lay down next to me and cleaned us both. Then we cuddled, since there was still plenty of time left.

I asked him what he was going to do with the rest of his day, but he was noncommittal. What did I do? I didn't bother showering, because I wanted his man smell on me for the rest of the day. I paid up, put my clothes, said a quick goodbye, and went back to my hotel room. Luckily, the maid had been in and the sheets were clean and fresh. I stripped and looked at myself in the mirror again, and thought about the hairy stud that had just made love to me. I lay down on the bed and jerked off, wishing that dark hairy penis was still inside me, still making hamburger out of my pure white ass. I reached down and put my fingers in my hole, trying to make the feeling real. My cunt was still greasy. I’d be calling Peter again, and had some new ideas about what I’d want him to do me next I was in New York-- now that we were acquainted! Stay tuned, boys.