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I first saw George Regenauer on June 17, 1985. I had just graduated from college and could only find summer work as a painter in the maintenance department at my old high school. Unfortunately, that job didn't start until the local schools let out at the end of June. Until then, I had a lot of free time on my hands. On that particular day I decided to hop in my car and head to the ...
It had been some time since I'd stopped at this rest area. My new route seldom brought me by here anymore and when it did I was usually just too busy to stop. There was a time when you could pretty much expect some kind of action here. Truckers from up and down the east coast would hit it on their runs and they seemed to draw a bit of a crowd. I guess the reason I liked...
I have always been infatuated with hairy men. Large, rugged, powerfully built men. It began as a child when I noticed my uncle's thick and hairy arms. I used to enjoy rubbing up against them and feeling how strong they were. My uncle was a stout man weighing 230 pounds of factory work muscle. He was the strongest man I knew, and I wanted to be just like him. As I grew older,...
I had just received the call to go to a nearby house. It seems that the lady of the house was having problems with her heater and I needed to make some repairs. Of course it was always to get a call from a woman who was not likely to understand the first thing about her unit. I could almost always expect to make a killing. I pulled up the house and knocked on the door. A...
I knew I loved hairy men the first time I saw Mr. Bowen in a tank top. He was massively built and hairy beyond description. His chest hair measured several inches. His massive arms were covered from knuckle to shoulder. The fur swarmed over those broad shoulders and down his back. He was clean shaven with a perpetual 5 o'clock shadow. He was ruggedly handsome with high cheekbones...
This is a fictional story. If you are under the age of 18 or are offended by sexual relations between men, please stop here. It was a warm late September day when the moving van rolled down my street. The large house on the corner had been sold, finally and today the new owners would move in. The house had been difficult to sell and with good reason. The town where I live is...
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