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  I could feel myself blushing in the candlelight. “Ummm, yeah. I sound like a whole damn barnyard, always did. That’s why I like to keep to quiet places like this one. Took me awhile to find it, so she wouldn’t cramp on me when I wanted snatch, because someone might hear.” I leaned back on the post, our feet nearly touching on the rough wood floor. “Well, that’s nearly true… June never gave a shit, I was the one embarrassed. Guess I still am.”

  “I never had anything like that. I live with two brothers and my folks in a three-bedroom apartment. Always had to be quiet. Must be a riot, though; a real screamer. Never had it.” Michel looked up. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

  I noticed for the first time his lips were dark, a plum colour. His square, thick fingers wiped idly at the spill past his dusky, meaty nipples and large, smooth dark-brown areola and flicked the beer out of his navel where it soaked into the towel. Sweat beaded on his skin, glinting in the candlelight. I always had a thing for nipples, but lately I had caught myself staring too closely at his. Still, they were impressive and there were times at the gym I found myself watching them poke his thin cotton tea shirt without really knowing why. I figured I just needed to get laid once or twice and it would go away.

  “Well, I never had much of anything, really. Always too busy.” I could feel my voice getting thick. It wasn’t like I was uncomfortable with him or anything, but I was feeling anxious for no real reason. “I got really sensitive skin, among other things. Every touch gets me groaning like a moose. After awhile, they stop touching me and just want me to get on with it. It’s cool with me, but I still got places I want them to touch, and they’ve never been.” I rubbed my hand over my chest, feeling the long thick hair mat with my sweat. My small pale nipple hardened against my palm. I hoped he couldn’t see them in the dark.

  “Another Beer there, Andy?” He took one out of the ice and offered it to me.

  “Yeah, thanks.” I leaned forward and took it and saw his eyes linger on my thigh, where the thick vein ran from my knee under the towel.

  “I been thinking we probably got to start with your legs and just move up.” He rubbed the cool tin against his left nipple; it tightened and thickened in response. I think he noticed me staring at them. “How hairy is your patch? We’d probably trim it as well, otherwise it makes lumps in the thong that the camera-folk don’t like to see.”

  “Pretty thick, I don’t trim much. I never even get to see my crack, let alone trim it.” I was relieved we had moved onto a more neutral subject. “You sound like you done this before.”

  “Not really, but I got a couple of muscle rags at home I read.” He popped the tab and took a deep swig, spilling some more. “You’re the hairiest guy I seen. You’d make a fine picture, after a decent trim.”

  “Cool then, we do it. You want me to do some, myself?” I felt butterflies in my gut. “It’s not like its really thick everywhere, it’s just really long.” I bit my lip, realizing what I’d said. “The hair.”

  “Nah, it’s OK. By the time you’re finished moving around and stuff, I could have got it all done anyway.” He grinned, white teeth flashing in the dim light. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

  I picked up the beer and walked into the living room near the clippers. I took off the towel and put it over the rug.

  Michel moved into the room behind me. He adjusted the lampshade to shine onto the towel. I felt weird, but determined to do this.

  “Andy, we got some work, there. Lie on your back first and close your eyes if you feel strange. Tie back your hair, we don’t want it getting snagged in the clippers.” His voice sounded huskier, but I was too nervous to look around.

  “Sure.” I muttered and grabbed a fistful of hair at the nape of my neck, bunched it and tied it up. It falls below my shoulders when loose, and I saw his reasoning. I closed my eyes and lay back, spread eagle.

  “Perfect. Just perfect. Relax.” Michel said as the clipper noise started up.

  I nearly jumped out of my skin when he touched my left foot, and he raised it up and rested it on his chest. I could feel the clippers move up my shin and feel the hair dropping off onto the towel. His broad hands cupped my calf muscles, I could feel the callus’ on his palm, hot and sweaty rubbing the skin over the muscle as he worked, his warm breath on the top of my foot. I tried to think calm thoughts, how I had never been interested in guys, but something wasn’t working, my cock twitched. I could feel the blood seeping into it. I could feel myself blushing. I could also feel his thick nipple rubbing on the instep of my foot.

  “Andy, I thought you’d be cut.” His voice whispered over the electric whine of the shears. He moved them up to my kneecap, then back to my skin above the anklebone to slowly shear up again. I was relieved to think about anything else except my impending hard-on.

  “Nah, I was born in Europe before the folks came over. Irish-Belgium mix. My folks never got it done. All through school I was the only one I ever saw. Made me feel a bit… I dunno… different.” His blew some of the stray hair off and fluffed up some of the hair on the shin. Ran it over again.

  “Me too. My folks are French-Portuguese mix. Left Bordeaux when I was five.” He lifted the leg over his shoulder, rested it next to his neck. My big toe grazed his ear. He did the outside of the shin, tidied a bit, moved the shears down my calf. “It felt the same, sport. I always thought they were staring.”

  The thumb of his right hand slipped into the hollow behind my knee. I groaned before I could stop myself. My cock tightened quickly, the skin at the head started to move and un-bunch.

  “You are noisy.” He said huskily. He really sounded like he was turned on. I opened my eyes and looked up. He was kneeling down in front of me; my left leg over his shoulder, chest and torso muscle bunched into thick hard slats, running with sweat. His grey eyes were looking at my swelling cock, then up to meet my gaze. He ran his thumb slowly into the hollow behind my knee again and I gasped, holding his gaze. Still looking into my eyes, he slid his thick hand down the inside of my thigh, tracing the vein that was throbbing there. A small noise rattled deep in my throat.

  “Just relax,” he whispered “No hurry, now.” His hard nipples were jutting from his pectorals and his thigh muscles were smooth and corded as he balanced on them. His towel had fallen open on either side, but had bunched over his hard-on, a damp patch on the thin fluffy fabric showed where his pre-cum had soaked through.

  “Take it off. I want to see you.” I muttered and watched as he slowly pulled it open to show his thick, purple fuck-tube. Apart from the sniff of fine hair at the base of his cock, and two small fringes in his pits, he was virtually and naturally hairless, slick with perspiration. Clear liquid oozed out of the eye of his dick, making everything slick and shiny.

  He must have been about five and a half inches long then, still growing but as thick as my wrist all the way up to the folds bunched under his helmet, making a smooth dark veined tube topped off with a wide head. The snub, almost square top twitched as I watched, and exposed more thick, wet shaft between the flared rim and the folds of his skin cap. I couldn’t believe the amount of pre-cum constantly leaking out the eye. His balls were meaty, the same size as mine and he carried them high in a dark smooth pouch slung under his impressive club. His monstrous cock bounced against his hard abdomen, leaving a wet patch. It throbbed to its full seven inches, a string of cum stretched from the top to the wet patch on his gut. I could feel my pulse pounding in my throat.

  “Like what you see?” he said huskily.

  “Yeah. Very much.” I swallowed hard. My mouth was dry.

  “Me too.” I looked down at my own boner, nestled in its thick bed of hair. It was eight and a half inches long at full stride, thicker than most but nowhere near his girth. A bead of cum glistened in the eye as the rose pink head peaked through its thick envelope of skin. Under the hair, my skin was pale. As I watched the head worked its way through the skin folds and jutted out another inch. All the skin smoothed down my shaft as
it pulled taught. My balls were about the same size as walnuts, but I carry them low. My big fleshy sack was surprisingly hairless. I was proud of my body, I thought anxiously, I trusted it. I lifted myself onto my elbows to watch him work. For once in my life I should just let it decide for me, to lead me in the dance of the flesh.

  “Carry on then.” I whispered, watching him. Sweat trickled into my eyes. I blinked the drops clear.

  He finished my thigh, sliding his hand down to where my pulse thudded next to my balls, his thumb massaging my hamstrings as he sheared away the long brown hair. Then, instead of dropping the left leg, he licked the sole of my foot until it was slimy and rubbed his hard nipple with the ball of my foot. He swapped suddenly after I had finished groaning and sheared the right leg in the same way. He blew off some of the stray hair. By now his balls had slick rivulets of pre-cum collecting in the tight folds of his sack. Gently, he folded my legs open and asked me to grab under my knees and hold them there. I did so. My pulse leaped in my throat. I gasped when he touched my cock, then rubbed his thumb over the head, brought his hand up to his mouth and licked it.

  “Sweet.” He moved his hand back to my crotch and grasped my boner at the base. He ran the shears horizontally over my abdominals, squeezed my tube, he released it. He then bunched some of my tangled pubes in his right hand and clipped them down to the root of my aching dick. He reversed the shears and tidied up around my balls and in the hip area. I was amazed at how big my prick looked right then.

  “I like that look.” I muttered, before being distracted as he moved higher. “Be careful of my nipples, they are very sensitive.” I groaned.

  “I thought they would be.” He teased. “I notice you looking at mine all the time. It turns me on.”

  He grinned, and placed a thumb over the hot spot and sheared around it. My arms started to tremble; I went wild and leaned back against the floor. His thick, slimy cock-head nestled in the hair in my crack and pressed suddenly against my sweaty asshole. I moaned really loud and arched my back slowly. This was better than anything I had ever felt before. I let go of my legs and nestled his body between then, feeling his hot skin scald the inside of my thighs. Catching me by surprise, he slid his index finger along the skin from my pit and squeezed my small hard rosebud between it and his thumb. I moaned, louder.

  “Buddy, you’re a real screamer.” He whispered, bringing his face in real close. He licked my lower lip with his thick dark tongue and I could taste my pre-cum on his lips. “I’m so hard for you, this is going to be so good.”

  He did the same for the other nipple, but then leaned forward and licked it, rubbing the top of his tongue over the hardness. I trembled and dripped with sweat, while he cleaned up hairlines around my tiny areola, then sheared through my pits in two deft strokes. He ran the shears down my biceps and forearms until he was satisfied they were shorn, and blew the hair off with a gentle, hot breath. We were now face to face, his body a few inches away, I could feel his heat, the throb of his cock, his sweat dripping onto me. He balanced on his right arm, leaned forward.

  “Turn over, man.” He whispered, tongue sliding along the outside of my ear. “Let me watch you do it.”

  He leaned back into a kneeling position. I arched my back and slowly sat up. I reached down and touched the slick skin of his cock between my legs and squeezed out some more of his cum. I had never touched another man’s cock before, but did it the way I would have liked someone to do for me. Slowly, I licked my fingers and he closed his eyes and shuddered. I leaned over to my left side and brought my legs over slowly; dislodging the thudding heartbeat I could feel ringing inside me through his cock’s contact with my manhole.

  I stretched out in the layer of shed hair and rested my head on my forearms. Starting with my shoulders, he sped the shears through the light hair, running through the patch in the small of my back until he got to the top of my crack.

  “Andy, lift your hips.” He asked, and I did so, slowly. I was so incredibly turned on, I could feel my fuck-club hanging between my legs and bouncing with every pulse. “Oh man,” he groaned, I could feel him trembling between my calves as I knelt forward and exposed my ass. “This is so boss. You got such a flat ass, I could balance a beer can on it.” His hand slid up my butt, then pressed into my hamstring “As soon as you lean forward, your whole crack opens up.” His thumb slowly moved along the square line of my butt- muscle, sliding along with the sweat until it hit the line of hair, tangled then pressed against my asshole.

  “Shit! Fuck! Shit!” I screamed, my whole body trembling, cock twitching. With four swift swings of the shears, he swiped through the wiry crack hair and trimmed the fur at the base of my balls. My whole body was shuddering, sweat ran down into my eyes, but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t think straight. The shears buzzing stopped. I heard him put it down at the far end of his reach.

  Suddenly, both his hands ran over my ass-cheeks, I could feel the balls hanging like grapefruit in my sack suddenly slap the underside of my cock. All I could smell was clipper machine oil, my sweat and the musty, salty smell of him where he had been touching and dripping on me. I was so horny… I had never been so horny.

  His thick thumbs slid down my crack and pressed the outside of my ring. I could feel a groan starting somewhere deep in my gut. His thumbs made small circles in the sweat around my ass and I could hear him moaning to himself: “Oh god…so boss…hot, fuck, so hot…” His hot breath blew closer and closer, suddenly I felt his tongue touch the bottom of my spine, then slide slowly and hotly towards my crack. It felt like the top of my head blew off. My entire body trembled and I couldn’t breathe properly.

  Achingly, his thick slimy tongue trailed wetness further and further down into the groove until it met up with his thumbs. I screamed again and bucked, but he held me fast between his thumbs. I could feel his lips close over my ring, his tongue making short stabbing darts against my glory-hole, hot and wet, spit running down my sack to soak on the hair-covered towel under me.

  His left hand moved from my butt-cheek and crept over my balls, squeezed, dragged up the underside of my slick, twitching cock and came to rest on my abs just below my navel. His lips and tongue moved away from my ass, and I could feel him gently blow on the hole. I was gasping so loud, I almost didn’t hear him say: “Andy, do you want this?”

  “Fuck yes!” I moaned, “Please Michel, do me!”

  “OK, then I want you to concentrate on where my hand is on your belly, and I want you to push against it from the inside. Try a couple of times… I’ll eat your ass until I think you’re ready.”

  Through the pulse thudding in my head, I managed to do as he asked. It took me a couple of times, but finally he moved his hand and started to squeeze my cock. By now it was so hard, I thought it would break off if he twisted it too much.

  He put his hands back on my cheeks and pressed his lips to my ass again. As I pressed down like he wanted, I could feel my ass open up and suddenly his tongue slipped into my gut. My legs were trembling so much I thought I would fall flat, but he propped me up and as his tongue was rimming my insides, so he moved his thumbs in to join it. Then he hooked my hole with his knuckles and slowly stretched it open, fitting more of his tongue inside and most of his lower lip. Thrusting around and around with fingers and his thick wet tongue, I could feel my cock pulsing and twitching to his every move, until I was about to faint. Then he pulled away.

  “Come, move onto your back, you’re falling over.” Gently his hands twisted my hips until I was flat on my back. I thought something was wrong until I saw the thick purple veins on his slimy dick throbbing and realized he was going to do it now I was lubed inside and out. I have never ached so hard for a fuck before and found myself moaning: “Yes, God, yes...”

  Michel pulled my knees up and pressed them over his shoulder, slowly he slid two fingers into my ass, then three. Satisfied, he leaned forward and kissed me full on the mouth, his lips salty from all of his pre- cum that slicked my ass. Our tongues wres
tled for a short while before he broke off and grabbed both my hands to run down his fat dick, slowly pressing my fingers onto his purple-headed shaft. The thick velvety skin slid between my thumbs, quickly there was the hot, slick, hard-boiled egg smoothness of his helmet.

  He moved his hands away as I pressed it against my fuck-hole and he leaned forward, his arms either side my head. My legs pressed further and further back under his weight until I thought I was going to split. Then I remembered how to push back, and with a grunt, I could feel more of the velvety skin moving against my ring as it stretched and stretched until I thought I would pass out. I could feel a hot spot just inside my gut that was moving deeper and deeper inside, until I moaned and thrust my hips up to meet him. At the very edge of my stretched hole, I could feel my gut peeling the skin back from his tube, hotter, harder. His fat head pressed something inside me real good, I moaned and thrashed uncontrollably.

  He smiled and leaned forward to kiss me some more until his cock helmet lined up inside my chute and became a slick, hot, fat poker in my gut. My aching balls were squeezed against his hard flat abdomen. I could feel every inch of his hard-on beating in time with his pulse.

  “Oh man, you fit so good!” Michel moaned, his arms bunched with muscle rubbed the outside of my legs. He moved his hips, and the pressure on my balls lifted a bit. I looked down, saw thick cream pooled in my navel and smeared around my six-pack. All of it mine. He moved until I could almost feel my ass lose its grip on the head of his cock, when he suddenly slammed forward so hard the breath knocked out of me, stretching my ring again and slamming my balls back onto his abs. I could feel my cum pooling out of my cock again, and realized I was cursing noisily “Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck…”