GAY SEX STORY
"Fuck Me Daddy"

The problem with living in a small town is wanting a major fuck by a gay daddy bear when I'm horny. I usually have to drive to the city for heavy-duty sex with a hairy stud - and, for me, “hairy” means moustache and beard, plus hairy ass hole and lots of body fur. If I get lucky, all of the above will be topped off if hairy daddy wants his feet licked and toes sucked - before he fucks me with his hard, hot cock. The chances of a major bone daddy showing up in my town? Nil.

At least, that had been the tally in my first year here. But one sweltering Friday afternoon changed that. When I arrived home from the road-construction work I supervise for the county, a tall, powerfully built guy was just starting down my front steps. When he noticed my car stop, he headed towards me, and I got out to meet him.

“Are you Frank Curtis?” he asked, and when I nodded, he continued: “The town clerk told me where you lived. I drive trucks, graders, front-end loaders, and most other equipment. I heard you were looking.”

“I am looking,” I replied. “Your timing couldn't be better.”

I looked right at him, to see how he'd handle the implied invitation. He was exactly what I was looking for, and the bulge in his crotch told me he had all the right equipment. The hairy chest showing at the top of his shirt, plus his bald head and handlebar moustache, complete with a soul patch, supplied enough material for a first-class fantasy. But turning that into a suck-and-fuck event, which I wanted right then, might be impossible - or, maybe, just a challenge.

“My name's Damien. I could leave my number, if you want.” His right hand slid into his tight, summer trousers, and he maneuvered his cock so that it parked down his left leg. He kept his steel-blue eyes fixed on me during the “adjustment” - and then he undid a shirt button and widened the opening.

My cock hardened at the sight of that beefy, hairy chest, and I was imagining the sweaty armpits and man nipples that waited nearby.

“Too damn hot for almost anything,” he commented.

"Almost anything ...." And I wanted to add, "except for licking your tight ass hole and sucking your hairy nipples and sweaty feet" – but I didn't. Instead, I made an offer: "Want a beer? It's cooler inside, and we can talk."

"Your timing is perfect," he replied, wiping sweat from his forehead and casting his gaze from my face to my crotch – and slowly back up. "Lead on." I really didn't care who led. We could take turns for all I cared. In the kitchen, which looked out to the patio and hot tub, I said, "There's a pad and pencil on the counter. Jot down your name and number, so I have it on file." And I reached in the refrigerator for a couple of beers, snapped the caps off, and handed him one. After taking a long gulp, he quipped, "This is better than sex."

"Almost ..." I retorted and waited to see his reaction. He fixed his eyes on mine, arched an eyebrow and, after a few moments, asked, "Is that hot tub private?"

"No one can see anything, except from here. Shall we try it?" Outside, after putting our beers on the patio table, we both started stripping. When he peeled off his shirt, I almost shot my load. His muscular pecs displayed two hairy nipples, and the fur spread to his belt. I was still trying to undo my shirt buttons. He grinned at me as he unzipped his fly and said, "I can turn around if you're shy."

"I'm not, but why don't you turn around anyway?" I invited, and I quickly shed my shirt, shoes and pants. Damien turned, peeled his trousers down slowly, leaving them about halfway down his ass while he reached to unlace his boots. With the raunchy sight of those hairy ass cheeks, I threw caution to the wind, approached him, and pressed my erection against his ass. He eased up slowly, shook off each boot, and leaned his body back into mine. At the same time, he shifted his hips forward and shoved his pants to his ankles. "Need any help?" I asked.

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