| Hairy-Legged Honcho | ||
| Chuck sat down on the bed and
leaned back on his elbows. I got down on my knees in front of him, between his
massive legs, unbuckled his belt, undid his pants, pulled down his zipper. Then
I grabbed the waist of his trousers and yanked them off. His white briefs were bulging. The bulge was enormous, but something else caught my attention. Hairy legs! Just the way I like them! I had met this man at a construction site. I knew he was built like a brick shithouse, but there was no guarantee of hairy legs, until I could rip down the man’s pants and see for myself. I knew that he had a beard, and I could see chest hair pushing out of the top of his thermal undershirt. At about four that afternoon, I had woken up from a long nap. My mind was full of naked strangers with the hairiest damn legs. The settings kept changing. First, I was showering in a gym. The showers were mounted on freestanding poles in the middle of the large open space. All the jocks had hairy legs. Some of the hot young men were short and muscular, others were lean and mean. Every type of naked athlete was soaping up. The only common denominator was that they all had hairy legs. Then, before I could get my hands on any of those hairy naked butts, I found myself in a prison with the hardest most tattooed bunch of thugs. I walked down the block and noticed that every cell had a couple of naked nasty men doing time. Before I got myself a cellmate, the scene changed to a college fraternity rush party where all the guys were stripped bare. Then it was an army barracks, and wherever I wound up, all the men had furry lower limbs and hot fucking bodies. These randy afternoon naps leave me rested, but tense. My cure for this kind of horny stress is to go out for a run. The fall weather was kicking in, and my room felt chilly. I had a boner, from all the activity in my dreams. I got out from the warm covers, stretched naked in the cool room. My hard dick bounced around while I stepped into some thick sweats. My mind was full of hairy-legged convicts and frat men, as I lifted my sweatshirt over my head. I run about five miles everyday. Usually, I run in the morning before work, but this was my day off and I knew that jogging could be my ticket to finding some hairy-legged honcho. So, I left the confines of my house and set out for a run, in search of another horny guy. I was about four blocks away when I turned the corner and saw this new apartment building going up. Most of the workers were gone for the day, except for this one fellow, up on the third floor. He had a full head of straight blond hair. His messy unbrushed hair had a wild appeal. Nothing could screw up those good looks. He had a short flat forehead, straight blond brows, and full lips stretched tight on his angular face. You know the kind of man that demands a second and third look. My pace slowed down. I didn’t want to be too obvious, but this possibility was way too good to pass up. I stopped. He saw me, but kept working. I pretended to be interested in the construction project. I stood around, feeling a little foolish, wondering if I was just wasting my time. Then the hunky blond stud started down a ladder. His butt was tight, and his legs were real thick. No gut either. When he got to the second floor, he walked over, close to the edge, to look down to where I was. He scratched his balls. Innocent or a prick-tease or a come-on? When I saw him look down, I casually opened my mouth and moved my tongue across my lower lip and stared into space, the way an athlete breathes through his mouth. Subtle? Not like a dirty old man, but like a hot dirty young man. I sat down on a pile of wood and took off one of my running shoes. I didn’t really have a rock in my shoe, but stalled while the construction worker was coming down. He came walking out of the shadows carrying his lunch box and some tools. He had an easy going swagger and a long stride. Shit, I thought, he must be six foot-five. He walked right up to me, and said, “How ya doin’?” “Pretty good. How are you?” “Real good. Thanks,” he said staring, with pale green eyes, straight at me. “This building sure went up fast. I just came by here a few weeks ago and this was a vacant lot.” From where I was sitting, I had a straight ahead view of his crotch. His dick wasn’t hanging down one leg. He must have had it tucked over and under his balls and hidden by underwear, but there was still a good-sized bulge. “Yeah, we get these things up fast these days. If the contractor knows what he’s doing, that is.” “My name’s Chuck. What’s yours?” “Dave. Nice to meet ya’.” He walked over to his pickup truck and pulled out a six-pack cooler. I had just finished lacing up my shoe. As Chuck sat down he handed me a bottle of beer, and I noticed his golden furry wrists. My balls stirred at the sight of his well developed forearm. We started drinking the beers. We were sitting so close that when he laughed, I could smell the beer on his breath. His body odor also filled me with lust. I wondered what his work pants were hiding. He had big legs. I could see definition under the stretched pants. It looked like solid muscle. But did those legs have blond hair like his forearms? His beard was full and light brown, with a little red. We finished the beers and he said, “Dave, can I give you a lift home? It’s getting kind of cold out here.” We jumped into his truck. I told him exactly where I lived and as he drove, I asked him if he wanted to come in for another beer. He turned his head toward me and gave me this smirky kind of grin. He laughed and said, “I don’t have anyplace better to go tonight.” He hesitated before confessing, “My woman friend and I had a big fight yesterday.” When we got in my house, I gave him a beer and he plopped down on the sofa with his legs spread. He picked up the remote and turned on the tube. I have one of those remotes that has everything, including the VCR, programmed into it. Somehow, he turned on the VCR and fuck if my roommate hadn’t left a gay porno film on the tube! I froze and blushed but Chuck didn’t blink an eye. In the meantime, there were about five big cocks being sucked, fucked and jerked-off on my thirty inch screen. I jumped up and tried to grab the remote away from Chuck, but he put it in his other hand, and held it behind him, so I couldn’t get it away. Chuck was watching some heavy-duty orgy on my set. He said, “I figured out what you were after, back when we were at the construction site. Dave, guys come by the site, looking, all the time. Who knows if the other workers are aware of it, or just ignore it. I’m sure some of the older guys don’t notice it. The truth is, I kind of admire your courage. In fact, last week my best buddy, Sam, let some guy blow him right in front of me one night. We were just hanging around the site, late. I sort of regretted that I didn’t get sucked off too.” I let the porno video stay on. Chuck was making it look easy but I didn’t want to get my hopes up, and then get turned down. I offered, “Want another beer, Chuck?” “Now that we know what we’re doing here, let’s not play anymore games,” he answered. Chuck leaned back with both legs spread out, and reached down to his cock and started rubbing it. I could see his organ expanding. Then he unbuttoned and removed his shirt and tossed it across the room. I had a new roommate; a scrawny college kid who I knew wanted my dick, so I suggested that Chuck come with me into my bedroom. He got up and strolled after me and sat down on my bed. He sat down on the bed, and leaned back on his elbows. That’s when I got down on my knees between his legs, unbuckled his belt, undid his trousers, unzipped him, and grabbed the waist of his pants and yanked them off. Looking up Chuck’s torso, I was looking at one hot fucker. His face was looking down at me, waiting for my next move. I put my fingers under the elastic of his white shorts and, with his eyes staring into mine, I pulled them down. His big dick was growing as his underwear was coming off. Chuck’s cock rolled over to the right and rose straight up. It was inflating before my eyes and heading upward until it pointed at his navel. It grew and grew, stretching to about eleven inches. For years, pornography has depicted ten inches as an unbelievable standard, and I’ve seen hundreds of dicks and only encountered three or four that really approach the famous and dubious ten-inch standard. Well, this Chuck guy had eleven, for real. I held it in both fists. About four inches were left out the top where my mouth would slide. Chuck’s initial reaction to my touching his monster dick was understandable. His arms collapsed and his head fell back on the bed. His breathing got loud and he said, “Oh man, do it. Suck my fucking cock. I want your mouth on it, now.” I lifted Chuck’s balls and tongued them for a while. The abrasive hair scraped my tongue. I licked under his balls and started lapping at his chute. His moans of approval reminded me that, probably, no one else had serviced him so well. This stud deserved the royal treatment. His dick was relatively narrow close to his body, and got bigger in the middle, almost the width of a beer bottle. Then the upper shaft got narrower again toward the cockhead. It was the biggest dick I’d ever seen. I pulled my own clothes off, as well as all of Chuck’s. Now, that I had him going, even if he was straight, he wasn’t going to object to my stripping and enjoying myself. I jacked on my own dick, while I continued working my mouth on his huge tool. I rubbed my hands all over his hairy, massive thighs and round hard butt cheeks. “Do you want to fuck?” Chuck mumbled. About this time, I heard the back door of the house unlock. It was my preppy roommate, the one who was after my cock. Before I could get off my knees, he walked right into my room. I said, “Tom, I’d like for you to meet Chuck. Chuck, this is Tom, my roommate.” Chuck sighed with frustration, but he seemed to recognize Tom when he nodded hello. Tom said, “Dave, I’m really sorry. I didn’t know you had company.” My look cleared him out of the room before he finished his useless apology. Chuck was still burning up for sex. He stood up, his giant penis swinging between those hairy legs. I was jacking off, looking at him. Chuck pulled me onto the bed and got my lube. He turned me over face down, and climbed on top of me, his great cock and balls against my butt. He started lubing up my butthole. He wasn’t delicate about it, either. His cock was aiming at my hole, and suddenly he shoved it all the way in me. I couldn’t believe it. Obviously, Chuck had never had a cock jammed up his ass! After the initial jolt of electricity, I must have been in shock. Chuck’s screwing was rough, a lot rougher than I ever felt before. Somehow, my system allowed the abuse and I started feeling intense pleasure through my whole body. Chuck would pull out about two thirds of his meat, and then shove it in and out fast. His hips were on automatic and his deep voice was grunting long continuous growls. Those hairy legs pressed on mine. Then he went back to a slower full hump. Suddenly, Chuck stopped moving. He pulled me up into a standing position and walked our locked together bodies out of the room and into the kitchen. He yelled, “Tom, get your butt in here!” Poor Tom came running into the kitchen. I was in too much of a semi-conscious state to protest. Tom couldn’t help grinning at this spectacle. Chuck said, “Tom, go down on Dave. Suck his dick. Suck that cock while I fuck him.” Tom had always wanted to suck my dick, so he stopped grinning and got on his knees. He wrapped his mouth around my pole and gave me some tight wet action. Chuck reached around my hips and held Tom’s head all the way down on my prick. My seven inches were down my roommate’s throat. Tom’s dream cum true. Chuck kept pumping and moving forward, the three of us pressed against the kitchen counter. Tom’s head, impaled on my dick, was firmly against the counter. The force kept pushing my cock harder into Tom’s face, Chuck released a gushing load of cum. I shot my load in Tom’s throat. Tom shot cum all over our hairy legs and feet. Needless to say, Chuck didn’t hang around long after getting his rocks off. After he was gone, Tom confessed that he was the one who blew Chuck’s construction worker pal while Chuck watched. Since then, neither of us spends much time around that job site. I keep Tom’s face stuffed with my hard dick while I daydream about that hairy-legged honcho. It sure was a funny way to get to know my roommate better. |
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