GAY SEX STORY
"Hairy Chest"

Hairy bodies, particularly hairy chests, are a huge turn-on for me. I love running my hands and face over them. Best of all is when I’m lying full-length against a furry guy, feeling his hairy thighs wrapped around my hips and his thick cock pressed between our bodies. Better still is if, after a long session of love-making, he fucks me – standing, kneeling, or lying flat out, whatever turns him on – for however long he wants.

Last week, the boss of this company, Marcelo, hired me to redecorate a room where he met with important clients. While we discussed the project, I noticed his hairy wrists and suspected that there was lots more fur under his dress clothes. But our talk was strictly business, and other than approving a general colour scheme and agreeing on a budget, he had given me a free hand. That’s always flattering. So I started to work, and Marcelo only dropped in now and then. He had a heavy Italian accent, but he didn’t talk much anyway. Usually he just sat in a chair for a few minutes and observed.

About the third day, when I was on the ladder painting a wall, he came and stood beside me, and we chatted about something trivial. I kept working, but then I felt his arm against my leg. When I glanced down, I could see, under his slightly open shirt, the beginnings of a thick-set and hairy chest. Since I had only seen him carefully dressed, this surprised me. It also turned me on, and I moved my leg slightly, increasing the pressure on his arm. He gave me an intense look but no other reaction and left moments later.

I was painting another wall the next afternoon when Marcelo appeared again. This time, he undid several buttons of his shirt as walked towards me. I kept telling myself, “Hairy chest or not, don’t mix business and pleasure.”

“What do you wear under that?” he asked, pointing at my coveralls.

The question caught me off-guard, but I replied, “Nothing. Not in this hot weather. And these are called ‘coveralls’.”

He was brushing his chest hair with his fingers and reaching under the shirt’s edge. “You like to relax?”

“Sure, but I need to ...”

Marcelo interrupted. “No matter. Tomorrow, you stay late?”

“Okay,” I answered, wondering what I was getting into and what he really wanted.

Soon after five o’clock the next day, he returned. This time his shirt was open to the waist. He was a hot-looking guy, especially with that mass of fur. I glanced across the room at him as I put my brush in the can of thinner, the lid on the paint can, and both containers on the canvas drop-sheet protecting that part of the floor. And Marcelo used a key to lock the door. “No one here, but maybe better.”

“Good idea,” I said, curious as to who was going to start what.

That question was solved when he shed his loafers, undid his belt, slid his trousers to just below his crotch, and sat in the chair. “You want?” he asked.

That’s about as direct as it gets, so I replied,“You bet,” and I started undoing the buttons of my coveralls. I bent over to remove my shoes and socks, keeping a steady gaze on that tempting body. His thick, uncut cock lay on his hairy thigh. There didn’t seem to be any question as to how he wanted this to start – and I was happy to oblige. I enjoy sucking cock, and I like it best when a guy’s dick is soft to begin with. There’s something really hot about turning a man on and having the growing evidence in your mouth then down your throat. Feeling a prime piece thicken and lengthen as you lick and suck on it is an amazing experience. An uncut cock is even better, wrapping that skin around your tongue while licking the head till it’s throbbing

So, when my coveralls fell to the floor, I walked towards him, knelt at his feet, and put my hands on the cuffs of his trousers. Marcelo lifted his hips, and I slowly pulled his pants off. Then I placed a hand on each of his knees and spread his thighs. It was a tempting feast. I wondered if he was going to be totally passive, but there was only one way to find out.

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