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"Matched Set"

I thought the last guest had left. I was clearing the remnants of the brunch I had just hosted, but when I brought the tray of glasses into the kitchen, Jeff emerged from the washroom, zipping up his fly. We had met, briefly, a few times, but he always had a partner with him - I assumed a lover. I had invited them both, but only Jeff had come, saying when he arrived, “Don couldn't make it. Sorry.”

Coming toward me now, he looked relaxed. “Great party,” he said. “Let me give you a hand.” His slightly open shirt suggested a solid and hairy chest. And under those shorts, I suspected a beautiful ass lay waiting - tight hole, hot and fuckable. I had recently had a prince albert piercing, and I was ready to try my piercing down someone's throat or, preferably, between wet butt cheeks. A stud with a massive and pierced cock had fucked me once. It seemed only a kindness to share that memorable pleasure with a raunchy bottom.

“I accept your offer,” I replied. “Then we can have a swim if you'd like.” I wanted more than a swim with this hunk. I wanted him to suck my hairy armpits and chew my nipples - just for starters. However, much as I needed to fuck his hairy ass hole - or park my man cock down that tempting mouth - I didn't want to become a third party.

As if reading my mind, he said, “By the way, Don's company relocated him. But we were about to split anyway. I just wanted you to know that.”

“Well ...” I replied, but I couldn't find any other words. Although Jeff's tone seemed casual, I wasn't going to pounce, much as I longed for him to lick my furry balls and my now-swelling cockhead. The first move was up to him, and possibly the second and third. If he wanted to seduce me, I'd wait. But then, as he headed for the patio deck, his hand brushed against my crotch.

First move? Maybe a fluke accident.

I started to stack the dish-washer, thinking about what I wanted him to do to my body - before I fucked him - like stroking his rough beard and moustache over my hairy thighs and, especially, over my testicles and around the rim of my anxious cock.

“Don't move a muscle.” His voice startled me. I was bent over the washer, and he slowly, then with increasing pressure, brought his hips against my ass. “Just need this dish cloth,” he added as he reached over me.

Second move. No fluke. This hunk didn't “need” a dish cloth; he needed to be seriously fucked. And when he tightened, even more, against my butt, I also felt something hard that wasn't a cock. Did he wear a prince albert, too? Things could get very raunchy.

As he headed back out, I said, "Hop in the pool if you'd like; I'll join you in a minute." And I quickly turned on the washer, put the odds and ends away, and went to the john to empty my bladder. Taking a leak with an erection and a PA was a new challenge. Since the shower promised the only quick solution, I shed my clothes and stepped under the spray. It worked. With the pressure eased, except for the cum building for his ass or throat, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed out.

There, sitting on the far edge of the pool and stripped down to his jockstrap, Jeff looked over at me with a wicked grin. "The water's fine. Care to join me?" Third move.

His prominent nipples were surrounded by a mass of hair, and his jockstrap barely contained what was obviously a hefty piece of man meat, with the crown just showing above the waist-band. And, riding the head of his cock was a gleaming PA. As if that wasn't erotic enough, his tantalizing balls hung below the strap. I just stood there looking, letting myself get turned on by all of it, watching him slide partly into the water, turn over slowly, and raise his gorgeous butt. Then looking right at me from under his arm, he reached down with his other hand and shifted the straps of his jock to hoist his suckable cock and balls up against his hairy crack. Final move.

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