Pits and Pubes

Hi. My name is Kyle. I am twenty two years old, 5' 11" tall, and weigh 184 lbs. In the past three years, I have converted my body from that of a lanky teenager into a powerhouse one. I eat right, exercise right and sleep right. I am open minded, happy and have good self esteem.

"You're sure you're gay?" Richard and I are meeting face to face for the first time. He responded to one of my online calls to find a man 30-45 for 'fun and a possible LTR'.

"Why do you ask?" I think I know what his answer will be; and it flatters me, but also upsets me a little.

"You look normal. I mean...not 'gay'...you know." Yeah, I know.

"I've had two boyfriends so far since turning eighteen. We've kissed, sucked and fucked in every way you can imagine. I even fell in love with one of them. What about you?" He also does not look 'gay' to me; and I am a little suspect of his motives at this point, although our online chats were very amicable.

"I...really don't know!" He looks sincere and vulnerable. Good.

"We can find out." My smile seems to have a good effect on Richard. He has let me take him by the hand and lead us into his bedroom. He lives alone, so we do not have to be discreet. We do not have to hold onto any inhibitions. He has indicated a willingness to try new things. We do not have to even close the door!

"Can I kiss you?" Richard is a handsome man, to my eyes. I have learned that handsome is a very flexible word. I have been turned on by guys my age, younger ones, and much older ones, too. I have gotten wet in the presence of thin guys, built hunks, and heavy ones. Taller dudes are fun to look at, but they intimidate me. I am most comfortable with a man my height, a tad taller, or even a lot shorter. It makes me laugh to wonder why short guys are such a huge turn on for me. They seem to have a kind of dense musculature, with a swagger and overall raw sexiness I just can not resist. Richard looks to be about 5' 5". I am definitely hot for him. He nods.

"You'll be my first." I am a gentle lover. Role playing can be fun; but I would never resort to anything humiliating with a partner. Although some light bondage was a thing with my first boyfriend, and we did it with respect, it still frightens me to be at the mercy of any human mind. I lean in with the intent of making his first man-on-man kiss a memorable one.

"Open up to me. I'll take us both where we want to go." My lips are on his. My hands are sliding along his shoulders toward the back of his head. He lets out a reflexive sigh as they cradle his skull.

"ahhoah." It's whisper quiet; and comes during a tiny break between our dancing lips. He's hooked, for sure.

"You ready for more?" He nods. This time it's not my lips that touch his, but the tip of my tongue. I slowly trace the top and bottom of his mouth; then use the flat of it to slather him with my wetness. The very moment I begin to pry apart his lips with it, he opens fully to me. He tastes just right. I love the feel of his mustache hairs on my face. It is a super hot turn on that has me in full erection already. Must be some kind of nature thing - the hairy male animal taking his lover to his whim. I am reminded of gawking at guys with lip hair, but have never kissed one until now. I like this.

"That was nice. You're a good kisser, Kyle." I have to know just how good I have made him feel.

"So are you, Richard." My hand is moving down his flanks.

"Rich." He and I are in one of those mesmerizing eye locks I love. My hand is on his hip.

"Okay, Rich. Are you ready for more?" A quick brush of my fingers over the tenting fabric of his slacks tells me just how very ready Rich is for more of me. He jerks a bit as nerves register the sensation of a man touching his crotch. He nods.

Part 2 -

I start to unbutton his dress shirt. Forcing myself to slow down for his benefit goes against my instinct to rip the clothes from his tight body, and ravish him quickly. In the lead up to entering his bedroom, I feasted on the shapes and bulges of him that his rather tight clothing revealed to my hungry eyes. Rich has a beautiful balance of scale to his body that would win awards in any physique contest. I could see wisps of auburn chest hair atop bulging pecs just below his throat. I want to jump and nail him. I want to leave a big hickey on his neck to mark him as mine. I want to see what else his clothes are clinging to.

"Can I undress you, too?" I nod, although at this point I have no desire to focus on feeling his attentions. I just need to keep peeling away the layers of his things until all of his flesh is mine to take in. I toss his shirt to the floor. He seems to be a fastidious person, yet shows no sign of annoyance at my callous disregard for his clothing. He is breathing through his mouth, which always signals a kind of nervous anticipation to me...in a good way. His breath is warm and sweet; and it is enflaming my desire for him beyond my endurance.

"You have a wonderful body, Rich. Lift your arms for me so we can get rid of your undershirt." It is one of those 'wife beater' types. His shoulders and pecs and arms are already flush and starting to sweat. The sheen on his skin is intoxicating. I want to lick him and taste him and melt my body into his. As he lifts up, his full pit hair display makes me shudder! I take in a quick breath and let out a little: "uhh."

"You okay?" I nod. He is the first 'natural' man I have been with. Most guys these days shave their pits and pubes. My own are trimmed short. I never thought much about it. Licking those areas was always fun to me! But seeing the density of a manly plume filling the deep cavities of his muscular torso have my head spinning.

"Are your pubes this full?" I have not taken my eyes from his pits. If he did not say 'yes', I would not have noticed just a simple nod. We had agreed to meet freshly showered and ready for anything; without deodorant or cologne to mask natures' ways. As he begins to lower his arms, I am reaching for the one nearest me and holding it upright. My face is pressing onto that plume until it bottoms out onto his skin. Taking as deep an inhale as I can, his scent is filling my lungs, and targeting every sensual nerve ending in my body. I pull away slightly with a broad smile on my face.

"I see that you like my body hair." Do I ever.

"Yeah. This is really a new surprise to me, Rich." He is sporting a Mona Lisa grin now.

"Then catch the rest of me." He is taking control of my undressing him. Unbuckling his belt and slowly pulling down his zipper...the sounds are torturing me in the best way possible. As he bends at the waist to remove his slacks, his neck muscles and upper back are mine to savor. There is a deep inward curve where his lower back meets his ass cheeks. Two rounded mounds of ass flesh make my eyes bulge, pupils dilate, and mouth go dry. He has on a skin tight red thong, letting both cheeks move independently with each leg motion. As he stands upright, I grab his broad shoulders and kiss him with more passion than I have shown a man in many, many months.

Part 3 -

Rich leans in to kiss me. I can tell he is pulling off his thong at the same time; but his kiss is blocking my desperate attempt to see. He knows he is teasing me terribly.

"You are driving me wild, you bastard." He laughs.

"I know. You like?" He steps back and lifts both arms, with hands now behind his head, in one of those muscle poses. One leg is slightly forward of the other. In between is a full bush of long auburn crotch hair, and I am once again in shock and awe. How is this possible? I have been with guys before. Hairy pits and pubes were never there for me to ponder. The song goes: 'You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone." This is more like: You don't know what you've missed WHEN it's gone!

"I do. Yes. Very much." As I say this, I am getting out of my own tee and jeans as quickly as I can. My white bikini briefs are now on the floor. I am waiting for a sign of approval from Rich.

"Okay, yeah. Real nice, Kyle. Damn, you are one hot hunky guy!" He is closing the distance between us. His warm arms are encircling me. His shapely abs are touching my own; and his face is nestled onto my heaving chest. His crotch and mine are hot and proud and crunching together. My arms are now holding Rich tightly. As I place a soft kiss onto his head, he looks up at me. "Time to fuck?"

He must weight all of 120. Maybe 135. I bench more than that. Picking him up with my hands just under his full buttocks, he grasps me around the neck and kisses me deeply. I do not want this to end. But just now, my mind is drifting to the 'fuck' question. We have not yet discussed preferences.

"What do you have in mind?" He hesitates. I am six inches long and kind of thick - maybe an additional half inch if overly aroused...like right now. I enjoy all positions; and have used all my holes before. Cock size is not an issue with me, nor does it determine who does what. But Rich is packing a very large and thick cock. It must be seven and a half or maybe eight inches long, cut, and arrow straight. There is a beautiful mushroom head atop that pole; and he is in my mouth now for a good warm up.

"Ah. Ahhh. That feels sooo good." It should. I am a good cocksucker when I want to be. His slit is nice and wet with some awesome slick and sweet precum for me to coat my lips and mouth with. I learned to deepthroat years ago, and as my face feels his lush pubic bush, my body reacts with a pre-orgasmic shudder I have never, ever felt before! He sidles backward and sits on the edge of his bed; with me in tow, and not letting one inch of him escape my hungry throat.

"Can I fuck you?" I've yet to be this intimate with any but a gay guy. It's kind of well known that 'curious' guys like to top for their first male encounter. It gives them a sense of holding onto notions of their sexuality that they think should be unshakeable. While I would dearly love to sink my dick into the very deep crack between Rich's bulbous cheeks, and fuck the lights out of him...

"Okay. We can start there."

While Rich reaches into his nightstand for condoms and lube, I arrange the bed for my first fuck with him. I like to be close to the foot of the mattress. Having a pillow under my butt raises it up for a good angle of entry. As he stands and does his thing, I get to watch every move my man makes while fucking me. It adds tremendously to my pleasure. I know it also adds to his pleasure, because when I top a guy this way, the reaction on his face and the way he squirms and moves his arms sends me over the edge every time. "I'll give you some pointers, this being your first fuck into a mans ass." He is nodding enthusiastically. Rich really is up for this. I mean like his erection looks painfully full and hard to me, but for my sake, he'll just have to wait a few minutes.

"Should be pretty much like fucking a pussy, right?" Now he looks a bit concerned.

"Not quite. My hole has not been so stretched by sex that you can just plow right in. Take a few minutes to stretch the outer ring. Lube a few fingers and work them in slowly. Yeah. Like that."

"Feels somewhat pussy-like." He seems reassured.

"it's not self lubricating like a pussy is, Rich. Squeeze some more lube onto your fingers and push it into the hole. Good. Now rotate your hand and give it some gentle thrusts until you feel things loosen up."

"Okay. Yeah, it's working. Not as tight now." His enthusiasm is showing. With my legs out to the sides, he has a good view of me; and I can see everything he is doing. "What was that?" He looks apprehensive.

"Not what you think. I cleaned out before coming over...just in case. That was my prostate you bumped into, you brute." Sharing a laugh like this is taking the edge off his timidity.

"I think you're ready. Right?" I nod.

"Go for it, stud. You're on your own now. Make history." There is a rather wild look in his eyes; yet I have seen this before and it is just part of the process. He is thinking of taking the body of a lover with his body. Of conquering the body, my body, splayed out on the bed before him. I love watching this unfold.

He is looking down at his crotch, aligning his manhood with its target, and moving ever closer to it. His eyes are moving between his cock and my hole. Now Rich is grabbing my thighs and lifting them up while starting his penetration ritual. He senses the need for more lube, but so as not to miss a beat, I see a good amount of spit flow from his mouth onto his shaft. Good. At least I'll have something of his on the walls of my channel. I would much rather it be his raw cock and warm seed flowing deep inside of me, but that might have been overwhelming for his first man fuck.

"Oh. I'm half way in. Are you okay, Kyle?" Not selfish. I am impressed. I nod. The only talking I'll do is to encourage him to cum when he gets that close. Up to that point my only comments will be moans and groans of pleasure. Half way in, huh? I can still see plenty of his crotch bush. When that disappears from view he will be fully inside of me. His belly is distending; and there's that familiar tension I see as he tightens his chest muscles and takes in more air. The feeling of pubes on my inner thighs is incredible. As he bottoms out inside me, those same pubes are contacting my nuts in the most sensual way. "A-Choo!"

"Bless you. Cold coming on?"

"No. That was my 'sex sneeze'."

"Your what?"

"When I reach a certain level of sexual excitement, I get a sudden violent rush through my body that always brings forth a sneeze."

"I'm fucking a real weirdo." He says it with a big smile.

"No sneeze, no turn on. Take it as proof of your powers to excite me; it's a compliment." The feminine side of me has never been this activated before. It's as if a male lion is taking me, his lioness, to be fucked and bred at his will. The look of his body hair, the texture of it as it touches my skin, the way it captures all of my senses and my..."A-Choo!"

"Really?"

"Now you know. Tell me, Rich. Tell me what you are feeling. Your body, your emotions...everything." He is thinking.

"I feel like I belong inside of you. I want you to feel that way too. I know we only have a start at a history together, Kyle, but I already feel a kind of..."

"You can say it."

"A kind of love for what we are doing. For you. And as far as the physicals of all this...Wow! Your insides are holding me very differently than a pussy does...and I like it! Kind of tighter. Also deeper. And seeing you under me like this...watching you respond to me with such pleasure on your face...seeing your mouth open in ecstasy..." He looks shocked. "A-Choo!" He just surprised the heck out of himself, and me.

"OMG. I get it!" Now I am getting it. Rich has started to pump and thrust into me with a kind of wild abandon, and I love it. His hard body, all hairy, sweaty and hot, is writhing and exerting itself on its way to orgasm. My hairy lion of a man is fucking me into my own frenzied state of euphoria, and I am about to blow my nut without even having my crotch tended to. My cock is as hard as it has ever been. I can feel the gurgle of juice inside of me start its way on its journey into the world.

"Rich. I'm gonna blow my load, man. Keep fucking me. Keep showing me that hot bod of yours. Keep pounding your thick cock into my knob." I suddenly get the urge to bolt upright, grab a handful of his chest hair, and have a taste of my fuckers warm, wet mouth. That's it. I'm done for.

"Okay. Just let me know when..."

"NOW.. Oh, my fucking God. OH. FUCK ME! OHHHHHhhhhhhh" Seven big ropes later and my face, chest, and belly are coated and dripping with warm sticky milk. As I regain my senses, I can once again focus on Rich and his animalistic lunges into me. He looks close now. very close.

"Nice. Real nice, Kyle. I want to lick at that cream. I want to taste you. I want some of you inside of me. I want... I... AAHHH - AAHHH - AAHHH!!!"

There is no better glue in this world to cement two bodies together sexually than to watch as your lover nuts inside of you. That initial look and sound of pain on his face and in his voice quickly gives way to smiles and sounds of elation.

"Oh, fuck me! Damn, that was good!" He is breathing real hard and heavy. The words kind of tumble out of hm. His head hair is all mussed and matted with sweat, as is that of his chest. I have been missing a lot being with smooth guys all my life. He may have ten years on me, but if Rich and I do stay together, I know I will never go smooth again. As he gently pulls out and cuddles me big spoon style, the hairs on his torso and legs tickle in the best way possible. I wonder how hairy his ass is...the crack...the area around his hole...

"Is your ass as hairy as the rest of you, lover?" I feel teeth and mouth play on the soft flesh of my neck. He can take me vamp style if that's a thing. Or he can just leave his hickey mark on me. All's good. But I need an answer to my question.

"You'll find out!" Good answer. Yeah. I like that one.