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I rounded the corner and drove into the cul-de-sac where we'd lived for the last 15 years and there he was. "Oh shi-i-it!" I said aloud, reacting to the sight of him behind the lawn mower. I remember being turned on by him when he was hardly even a teen-ager. No wait, he was just twelve when I caught myself fantasizing about him. Okay wait! Stop right there! That's exactly what I told myself, and I did just that. I never laid a hand (or anything else) on him until he was eighteen, but I must admit that we've sort of made up for all those missed years since then. I've never been into having sex with little boys, but even when he was in junior high school Brock didn't look like a little boy. No shit, I've never known a kid who had such a grown-up appearance and he drove me fucking crazy most of the time. You ought to see him now. Shit, he turned nineteen a couple of months ago, but you'd never dream of checking his I.D. if you were a bartender.....especially if he strutted into your establishment with the top couple of buttons of his shirt open. He's not hugely muscular (although I can personally vouch for the fact that his chest and arms and legs are in great shape) but he's just got this animal magnetism that won't quit. I don't think he's hit 6 foot tall yet, but he's really well put together nonetheless. He reminds me often of this hot pro wrestler Rick Steiner except that Brock -- at age 19 --- is a shit-load hairier than this Steiner dude or his brother. So, imagine this picture as I drive down the street toward my house. I'm distracted immediately by the sight of Brock mowing the grass and I can barely keep from running over one of the Symovski brats who is riding his bicycle on the wrong side of the street while I'm trying to focus all my attention on Brock's bare upper body. Actually, I guess I should refer to it as a "bear" upper body considering how fucking hairy it is! Thick dark curls of coarse near-black hair completely coat his chest, his belly, his arms and even spill up a little onto his shoulders. I can hardly wait to see him in a couple of years when I expect that his entire back will be likewise blanketed. When he wears gym shorts (as he is this day) the skimpy material leaves little to the imagination as to what he's got packed inside. He almost never wears underwear or a jock strap so I can easily see the outline of his big cock beneath the material. He's not so well hung as I am, but it's still the fact that this kid is really well endowed. I have yet to meet anyone who is as big as me. No conceit there, just a statement of fact. My huge 13-incher extends almost to my knees and while it's not always hard it doesn't take much to bring the big thing to erection --- certainly the sight of this hairy young stud on a late Spring afternoon did the job. I didn't even make it to our driveway, stopping and parking my car on the street just in front of where Brock was working. I got out of the car and went over to him, resisting the urge to put my hand on his neck and pull his mouth close to mine. "Hey, when did you get home?" I asked him, and he replied that he'd found a ride home from school with one of his buddies earlier that day, that they'd driven most of the night. "You must be pretty tired then" I said, and he gave me a knowing look and said "Not too tired to .....well, you know!" and he raked a hand through the thick dense chest mat that coated his front, knowing full well how much his rugged hairiness turned me on. "Oh shit, we can't do it out here. Is your mother home?" I asked, and he said that she was in the house but was taking a nap. "We'd have to be careful, have to be quiet if we went inside" I said, and he suggested that we head for the garage so we wouldn't have to worry about trying to be quiet. "With a cock as big as yours up my ass I usually need to grunt and shout and swear up a storm!" he said, and I had to admit to him that those sounds were part of what made it so enjoyable to fuck his hairy hole. As we approached the door to the garage he punched the code into the automatic opener and the door lifted to let us in. His mother's car was the only one parked inside, so there was plenty of room for us to spread out the air-mattress on the cement floor, slightly stained by an oil leak from the car that usually occupied that half of the garage. The door was barely shut before I had my hands all over him, combing my fingers through the thicket of dark curls that completely coats his front. He was all damp with sweat, making the hairs seem even darker than they might have appeared if dry. My tongue dug into his mouth and I felt him suck it in. Then we traded, with me practically swallowing his probing tongue between my lips. Brock's a great kisser, and there have been times when we've just spent hours and hours kissing in a very passionate, very sexual way. "Get this shirt off!" he said, tugging at the buttons of my white oxford-cloth. I'd already shed my suit coat in the car so we didn't have to worry about that. I heard two of the buttons from my shirt pop off and roll across the garage floor but didn't care. He seemed as turned on by my smoothly muscular front as I was by his extreme hairiness. I guess it's true what they say about opposites attracting. In terms of body- hair we are most definitely on opposite ends of the scale. We stood there in the garage with our arms wrapped around one another and my hands slipped into the back of his shorts to feel his furry, muscular buns. Eventually (as it always does) my finger found it's way into the hairy slit between his twin mounds and I ran the digit up and down the crack, not quite allowing the finger to invade his hole, but teasing him the way I know he loves to be teased. I licked my way down his rough-whiskered chin to his chest, marveling at how great the hair feels against my chin and I work my way down his furry front until my mouth is just between his navel and the top of his shorts. By now the front of his shorts are tenting out because he's already getting hard. Of course I am too, but my big 13- incher is contained within my suit pants and a conservative pair of Hanes. I hook my fingers into the sides of his shorts and yank them down in one motion, releasing his fat dick so that it practically slapped me in the face. Unable to resist the temptation, I lunge forward and gobble at least half of it into my mouth immediately. It doesn't take this horny nineteen year old long to reach the point where he can't hold back and Brock suddenly warns me that he's going to come. I feel the first blast of his spunk his the back of my throat and I begin to swallow furiously, anxious to get every hot drop of his load. As is often the case though, especially when we haven't seen one another in a while, he blasts so much that I can't possibly take it all. A good deal of his jism leaks out the side of my mouth, onto my bare chest and then on to the concrete floor of the garage right next to that ugly oil leak stain. Once I've drained him completely I let his spent cock slip out of my mouth, and I stand up to kiss him again, hard and with mouth wide open so that he can taste the flavor of his own spunk inside me. Once again we wrap our arms around one another and pull our bodies close. "Damn kid, I think your ass is even hairier than I remember it. It's looks good enough to eat!" I tell him, and he turns around and bends over to present the fur-pie of his butt-hole to me. Not one to turn down an invitation like that I dive right in and shove my face and (more specifically) my tongue right up into the crack of his ass. I know what this does to him, and I know what it does to me. Within a few minutes we're both on the brink of insanity and Brock soon begs me to fuck him. It doesn't always end that way. Sometimes he'll suck my cock or other times he's shove his thick hard dick up my hot pulsing man-cunt, but on this particular afternoon we both had the same idea. I couldn't wait to feel his eager, hairy ass-hole wrapped tightly around the foot-plus shaft of my big horse-sized manhood. After slobbering on his hairy chute for a while it's all wet and ready to take me. There's not many who are able to accommodate as much as I have without some kind of lubrication, but Brock's had plenty of practice having his ass stretched by my cock. Pretty soon he's begging, damned near crying!.... to have his butt fucked and we move over toward the three stairs that lead from the garage up into the utility room. There he's able to lean forward and put his hands on the top step, to spread his legs and present his hairy ass to me so that I can pump my monster meat into his firm behind. As always the case it's a tight fit at first, until I can loosen him up a bit and get my huge cock-head past his tight muscle ring. After that it seems like the many inches just slide right into him. Sometimes I like to fuck him face to face so that I can feel his hairy chest up against me, but other times this seems to be the closest thing to heaven that there is. I can hardly wait for the day when his back will be as hairy as his front and then it won't make a difference which side I'm fucking him from. Brock starts swearing like longshoreman, urging me to fuck him harder, to shove my big donkey-dick up his hot, hairy hole and to flood his guts with my bucket load of jism. I guess we both got a little carried away that late afternoon and didn't think about the fact that he was bumping his head against the door to the utility room, knocking up into it each time I shoved my cock to the hilt up his furry fuck-hole. have no idea how long we went at it that way but we both reached our ultimate climax at the same time. I heard him shout out that he wanted me to come all over his back, to paint him with my spunk. "C'mon man, shoot your big daddy-load all over me. Coat my back and shoulders with that cum you used to make me with!" he said, and I pulled my ready-to-erupt organ out of his ass just as the door to the garage flew open before us. "What's going on here......" we both heard a familiar voice say, and then the reality of what she was seeing sunk in and she began to scream. For me it was too late though, as my balls had already pumped their contents up into the canal and I jettisoned an enormous amount of spunk. Rope after hot stringy rope of come spewed out of my dick and arced up into the air. It was more than I can ever remember shooting and most of it landed all over her face and upper body, running down from her face and hair into the opening of her blouse and onto the naked body of her son before her. Ironically, it was the first time in 22 years of marriage that she'd ever allowed my come to touch her lips. It wasn't a friendly divorce! Still, when she tried to get the States Attorney to press charges for rape he told her she didn't have any grounds. Brock was over eighteen and a more-than-willing participant in the activity she'd caught us engaging in that day. What I discovered is that jobs can be gotten in almost any city in the world, even one in which my hot and hairy son's college is located. Our small little off-campus apartment was certainly big enough for the two of us. We only needed one bedroom....hell, we only needed one bed! That was five years ago and while we may have moved to a nicer place than that small dump we still haven't bothered to get a second bed. Throughout his college years my son just got hairier and hairier, even more so than I'd imagined he might. To look at us you'd never think that we are father and son, but I know he's mine (he broke his arm once in Junior high school and needed a transfusion from me. We share the same rare blood type). So where did he get his excessive hairiness? That's one of the things his mother couldn't take in our divorce settlement. Brock's penchant for thick dark body hair comes from her side of the family. In fact, her younger brother Tony is almost as densely coated as Brock. Oddly enough, Tony gave me a call the other day out of the blue, suggesting that we get together for lunch and a game of racquetball at the club. Maybe I'll invite him back to the apartment for some less acceptable physical activities afterward. I can't think of anything better than squeezing another hairy body into the bed I already share with my hairy son.