GAY EROTIC STORY
"Between Friends"

The sight of Chris, hairy and hunky, just lying there, was very inviting. I was making my way, after emptying my bladder, back to his couch, which he had offered after our late-night at the local bear bar- and I looked into his bedroom to see if he was awake yet.

Not by a mile. Flat on his back, one arm flung above his head, hairy legs spread wide, he was obviously in a deep sleep, probably dreaming of having his tight ass hole rimmed or getting his hot cock sucked, expertly, by a stud with a deep throat.

It was so tempting. I wanted to lick all of his body hair into order, or disorder - it didn't matter which. I could start at his sweaty armpit, hairy chest, or low-slung balls - and, finally, by burying my face in that hairy crotch and sucking his man cock, which lay there, waiting. The trouble was: we had never fucked; although we were friends, he'd never shown any interest in me.

“So, try him,” a little voice said. “Nothing ventured ...” And I was curious to see how far I could get without waking him. Why not? Sweaty armpits and hairy nipples have always turned me on - and my cock was already hard, just thinking about where I'd start. His hairy balls won out.

He had one knee slightly bent, and his hot cock rested lazily on that inner thigh. So his big balls seemed an excellent first target. Standing at the base of the bed and being careful not to touch him while getting into position, I bent over till my face was less than an inch from his sweaty crotch - and I inhaled. The man-sex aroma was dizzying. (If I could bottle that smell, I'd make a fortune.)

I reached with my tongue and started licking his hairy balls, slowly, then extended my tongue right up to his cock ring. The combination of taste, touch, and smell was intoxicating. It was very tempting to head immediately for his ass hole, but that would have to wait. I also wanted to park his hairy legs around my neck and fuck that manhole muscle while I tormented his hairy nipples - but that would have to wait, too, assuming he was willing when he finally woke up.

While I'd been tonguing his heavy balls – and inhaling that musk aroma – Chris hadn't moved. His breathing had continued deep and steady, and when I looked at his face, his jaw had remained slightly open. However, his stud cock although still lying against his furry thigh, had lengthened and thickened. Unable to resist, I let my tongue wander from his hairy testicles to the base of his sex shaft. The feel of his still-growing cock against my lips – with its pulsing veins – was an incredible turn-on, especially when I reached the crown. There, I let my tongue explore the flared rim, gently licking the underside, where the still-expanding head met the shaft.

I was almost at the verge of swallowing that massive organ right there and then, but I backed off, wanting to explore other parts of his hairy body. Besides, swallowing that impressive cock was going to take patience. Chris continued sleeping, his breathing as steady and relaxed as ever. So I eased myself back to my feet, moved to the side of the bed, and stared at his open, hairy armpit and then at his furry chest with those inviting nipples. Most men's are flat; his stood out, not much, but enough so I knew I could take them between my teeth when – and if – the time came.

While fantasizing about that, my eyes drifted back to that hairy pit, but not wanting to wake him yet, I brought my face as close as I dared and just sucked in deep breaths through my nose. Somehow I resisted the urge to plunge my nose and mouth into that beckoning cave.

While moving to his chest, I saw that his cock was fully erect, with the tip of the head hovering over his navel – and my resistance crumbled. That huge man-meat was either going down my throat or up my ass. Looking around quickly and seeing no lube, I chose the former. Fucking me with an erection of that size was going to take patience – and an expert who was fully awake. So, placing one knee near his outstretched body, I carefully lifted myself over him and put my other knee as close to his body as I dared and placed my hands beside his knees. Then I lowered my face, flicked my tongue across the pulsing crown, and traced a path from there to the base of his shaft. And my nose was, once again, inhaling the man-sex aroma from his hairy balls and crotch – and I rubbed his cock with my beard.

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