Hairy Legs: The Birth of a Fetish

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Part two:

After the intense and unexpected time we spent together, I found myself in a whirlwind of emotions. The memories of Kyle's body, and the intimacy we shared were etched into my mind, playing on a loop whenever I let my guard down. I couldn't believe that the guy I had secretly crushed on for years was now someone I had experienced so intimately.

The problem was, I didn't know where we stood. Was it a one-time thing, a moment of curiosity that we could both brush under the rug, or was there more to it? I found myself torn between the desire to explore more with Kyle and the fear of ruining our friendship if things didn't work out.

It was the following Friday when I ran into Kyle on campus. He was walking out of the library, a stack of books in his arms, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I approached him. "I was going to call you," he said. "We should get together and hang out sometime."

"Sounds good to me," I responded, trying to play it cool despite the storm of emotions raging inside me. My mind was racing with questions. Should I bring up what happened? Would he want to talk about it, or would it be better to let it lie? I decided to follow his lead and see where he took the conversation.

Kyle suggested, "Why don’t you stop by tomorrow around 5:00, and we can grab a bite to eat?" "Perfect. See you then," I replied, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice as I walked away, my mind already racing with thoughts of what the next day might bring.

I didn’t sleep much that night; my mind was all over the place. Remembering what we had done just a few days ago—the memories were flooding back, and every time I thought about it, I got an erection. Kyle was my secret crush for all these years. He was my idea of perfect. The hairy legs, the beautiful nipples—large and responsive to touch, popping out when stimulated and perfect for sucking on, for worshipping. Add to that those armpits… and the hair—just the right amount.

I visualized sticking my nose into his armpits, smelling them, and tasting them; savoring the musky taste. Kyle, holding my head tightly so I couldn’t pull away. Yes, I was obsessed with Kyle, yet I had to accept the fact that what happened last week might have been a one-time thing.

Around 3:00 on Saturday, I got a call from Kyle. My first thought was that he was canceling on me. "Bro—I was just thinking—I’m up for another massage if you want to get more practice in," he said, his voice teasing. I was shocked but more than ready to oblige. "Sure—I’ll bring my supplies." "Bring a different towel," Kyle laughed, obviously remembering that the one I brought the other day was used to clean up our cum.

After the call, I threw the supplies into my backpack, including a clean towel, and then went and took a shower. I had to be careful. This was a dorm; there really was very little privacy when you showered, and I couldn’t think about Kyle out of fear of becoming erect.

I arrived at 5:00. It was a very rainy night… pouring, lightning and windy. Kyle answered the door, dressed in black nylon shorts that accentuated the bulge that was very present. He was also wearing a white tank top, and oh….those armpits. The hair. Perfect timing, he said. I just got back from taking a shower.

“Want a beer?” Kyle asked as he grabbed two cans and handed me one. “Cheers” he toasted as we both took our first sip. Kyle then said, “So, I was thinking—do you want to order in a pizza and we can hang out here and don’t need to go out in this shitty weather?” “Sounds good to me” I replied. Kyle called and ordered a pizza after asking me what I would like on it—sausage, mushrooms, onions, extra cheese. He placed the order and asked for it to be delivered around 6:15. “That will give us a chance to talk for a while before it arrives,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine.

Kyle propped up some pillows on his bed, against the wall, and sat down, beer in hand. I was sitting in the love seat directly across from him. His legs—those beautiful hairy legs and thighs made it hard not to stare. The way the light hit his body, casting shadows that only enhanced his physique, was almost too much to handle.

After a moment of awkward silence, Kyle took a deep breath and said to me, “So… I think we should talk about what happened the other day.” “Sure,” I said, trying to keep my voice neutral.

“I have a few questions,” Kyle said nervously. “Ask me anything,” I told him, leaning in slightly. “Well, here goes. First, you know that I’m not gay,” he said. “So I’m a little freaked out that I really enjoyed what happened.” “It doesn’t have to happen again, Kyle,” I assured him. Kyle took a deep breath and then said “That’s the problem. I don’t want it to happen again, yet I DO want it to. I’m conflicted.” “I understand,” I told him, trying to hide my own conflicted feelings.

“Ok, before that, tell me more about why you find me attractive—I’m flattered, but I have never really thought of myself as being attractive to other guys,” Kyle said, his eyes searching mine.

“Look at yourself, Kyle—you are beautiful,” I replied, my voice steady and sincere.

I took a deep breath. “Well, first of all, Kyle, I have had a crush on you for several years. I put a wall up and really didn’t interact with you much before this year—and now I know that there is a great guy that just happens to push all of my buttons.”

“Tell me more about the buttons I push,” he said, his voice low and curious.

“Well, you know how your legs—the hair, leading into your shorts, and covering your ass with a perfect amount of hair.” I used the image of your legs more times than I can count as jerk-off material,” I laughed nervously. “Tell me more,” he urged, his eyes never leaving mine.

“What else? Ok…since you asked… Your nipples. They are beautiful, just the right size. And they are responsive to touch and spring out when rubbed. I could suck on them for hours,” I confessed, my voice dropping to a whisper. As I spoke, I saw Kyle's shorts tenting slightly, his erection growing more prominent. I didn't point it out, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, but it was clear that my words were affecting him. I was getting hard as well, my own arousal building with each intimate detail I shared.

Kyle’s breath hitched, and he shifted slightly, trying to hide his growing hardness.

I continued, “Of course, Kyle, all of this is in my fantasies. I know you aren’t gay, and I’m taking a chance by telling you all of this. The most important thing is my friendship with you. I feel that we are becoming good friends, and I don’t want to jeopardize that”.

Kyle then told me, “Don’t worry about that, Eric. I’m cool with you being gay. And I told you that I have sometimes thought about what it would be like to be with a guy. I think every guy probably wonders that at some time. I never expected to do what we did last week, but I know that it was something that would just stay between us.”

“Kyle, tell me what you think about what happened the other night,” I prompted, eager to understand his perspective. “Ok,” he said, his voice quivering slightly. “First, I’ve never had an erection in front of another guy. And I’ve never seen another guy’s erection until I saw yours. I liked it when you took my cock in your hand and jerked me off. And I liked watching you jerk off and shoot your load. That’s what is confusing—that I liked it.”

“Ok, I said…I sense there is an ‘and’…” “Yes,” Kyle said, his voice barely a whisper. “I want to do it again. I want to experience more with you, Eric. I need to do this, or it will haunt me.”

Just then, there was a knock on the door; it was the pizza delivery guy. Kyle went to the door, got the pizza, and grabbed another beer for each of us. “Let’s eat,” he said, “and we can talk more after we’re done.” We ate a few pieces of pizza and sipped on the beer. Not a lot was said while we ate.

When we were done, I looked at Kyle and smiled. “Do you want to talk more or are you talked out for now?” I asked.

Kyle smiled and said, “I’m talked out for now. How about that massage you were going to give me?” “Absolutely,” I said. “Do you mind if I’m naked, Kyle?” he asked, and then said, “And I’m cool if you want to be naked as well.” “I’m not going to argue about that,” I replied with a smirk.

I got up and spread the sheet on the bed, grabbed the massage lotion, and when I turned around, Kyle was standing there—naked. He was clearly nervous. His cock was flaccid and beautiful, a beautiful uncut cock. I took my shorts and shirt off as well, and we stood looking at each other. I couldn’t help it. Seeing Kyle naked made my cock get hard. Kyle stared at it as it went from flaccid to its fully erect state, his eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and arousal.

I told Kyle to get on his stomach, and I started the massage. The feel of his hairy legs, thighs, and glutes was as intoxicating as last time. When I did his back, I straddled him, my cock and balls resting on his ass. I was surprised when Kyle said, “I like the feeling of your balls on my ass.”

After finishing his backside, including his neck and feet, I told Kyle to roll over. He did, and he was fully erect; his foreskin barely covering the tip of his cock. I could see the precum glistening at the tip, and it took every ounce of my willpower not to lean down and lick it off.

When I started to massage him, Kyle took my hand and stopped me. “I’m just going to say it,” he said, his voice determined. “It’s ok with me if you want to do the things you told me you wanted to do with my nipples and armpits.”

“Seriously?” I asked, my heart pounding with excitement. “Yes, I’m serious,” he replied, his eyes locked onto mine. “Go ahead, Eric. I want you to do it. I want to see how it feels.”

“What about the rest of the massage?” I asked, trying to hide my eagerness. “That can wait,” he said, his voice firm.

I smiled at him and looked down at my cock, which was now dripping precum. I laid down beside Kyle. I told him to put his arms out to his side, which allowed me to lay down with my head resting on his chest and in his armpit. I then turned on my side and moved to his right armpit, moving my nose into the moist, hairy pit, pushing my nose in and breathing in Kyle’s scent. The slightly musky smell was intoxicating. I then raised up and started licking it, taking the hair into my mouth, and then going back and licking and sucking. By the time I was done, his pit was drenched.

“Aren’t you going to do the other side?” Kyle asked, his voice husky with desire.

That was all I needed to move to his other pit and repeat it. The only difference was that by now, Kyle was moaning and telling me how incredible it felt. While I was working over his armpit, I reached onto his chest and started playing with his nipples, tweaking them and making them come alive. I then moved to his left nipple and sucked on it, gently at first and then harder, nibbling on the tip. Kyle was squirming—“I didn’t realize my nipples were so sensitive,” he said, his voice a mix of surprise and pleasure.

After working them over, alternating between the right and the left for at least fifteen minutes, I rolled onto my side, and Kyle brought his arm around me, pulling me close. Kyle was hard—very hard—and was dripping precum. I could feel the wetness on my stomach as I lay there, my own cock aching with need.

I then sat up and moved down a bit, starting to rub my cheeks along his hairy legs—that beautiful blonde hair—going up to his crotch and chest, and then back down again. Kyle’s moans indicated that he was enjoying the attention; he was enjoying seeing me live out my fantasy.

Kyle told me that he loved the feeling of my stubble on his legs. I was glad I hadn't shaved that day. The scratch of my stubble against his skin sent shivers down his spine. "You like that, don't you?" I murmured, looking up at him with a smirk. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back in pleasure as he savored the sensation.

"God, yes," he groaned. "Your stubble feels amazing on my legs. It's rough and ticklish at the same time"

I continued to rub my cheeks along his hairy legs, from his thighs down to his calves, taking in his musky scent and the sight of his hard cock. I could see the precum leaking from the tip, and I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was.

Kyle's legs were covered in a light sheen of sweat, and the scent of him was intoxicating. I nuzzled into his crotch, inhaling deeply, before moving back up to his chest, my stubble leaving a slight redness in its wake. Kyle's nipples were hard and erect, and I took one into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it as he moaned and arched his back, pushing his chest further into my face.

"Your body is incredible, Kyle," I said between licks and sucks. "Every part of you is perfect." He looked down at me, "You're not so bad yourself," he replied, smiling.

I continued to explore his body with my mouth and hands, my stubble leaving its mark on his skin. I could feel his heartbeat racing, matching the pace of my own, and I knew that he was as turned on as I was.

"Eric," he moaned, "I want more. I want to feel your mouth on me."

I looked up at him, a smile on my face as I released his nipple with a pop. "Your wish is my command," I said, before moving down his body.

I settled between his legs, looking up at him as I took his cock in my hand, stroking it slowly and firmly. I could see the precum glistening at the tip; his foreskin fully retracted, and I leaned down, taking the head into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. Kyle let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly as I took him deeper, my hand moving in tandem with my mouth as I sucked and jerked him off.

The feel of his cock in my mouth, the taste of his precum, and the sound of his moans of pleasure were intoxicating. I could feel my own cock leaking onto the bed, but I focused on Kyle. I took my time, exploring every inch of his cock with my mouth and tongue, savoring the feel of him in my mouth.

Kyle's hands found their way into my hair, guiding me as I bobbed my head up and down, taking him deeper with each pass. "That feels so good, Eric," he moaned, his voice filled with pleasure. "Don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping. I could feel Kyle's body tensing, his breaths coming in short gasps as he approached his climax. I reached up and started to play with his nipples again, tweaking and pulling on them as I sucked his cock, the dual stimulation driving him wild.

"I'm close, Eric," he warned, "I'm going to cum."

I redoubled my efforts, sucking him harder and faster, my hand moving in tandem with my mouth as I jerked him off. Within moments, Kyle let out a loud moan, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing in my mouth as I swallowed every drop of his sweet cum.

As I pulled off him, I looked up at Kyle, a satisfied smile on my face. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he came down from his high. "That was incredible," he said.

After Kyle’s orgasm, I resisted the urge to go up and kiss him. I think kissing is the most intimate act, tongues dancing with each other, and I didn't want to push him too far, too fast. So, I just went up and laid by Kyle's side, his arm around me again.

My cock was still hard, incredibly hard, and I needed to cum. "Kyle," I said, "I need to cum." Kyle looked at me and said, "I want you to cum, Eric, but I'm not ready to give you a blowjob." I told Kyle that was fine, that I just needed to nut. Kyle rolled onto his side and pushed me onto my back. I took my cock in my hand and started to slowly jerk off. "Can I do that for you, Eric?" he asked, his voice tentative but curious.

My smile was the answer he needed. I knew this was a major step for Kyle. He had never held another man's erection; I was his first. He took my cock in his hand, tentatively at first, and started to jerk me off. I told him to use some precum from my tip, which he did, his fingers coating my shaft and making it glisten. "Just do what you do to yourself," I instructed him. “Do what makes you feel good when you masturbate."

Kyle got up on his knees and proceeded to jerk me off, his grip firm and confident now. With his other hand, he reached down and gently cupped my balls, rolling them softly in his palm. I could feel my orgasm building quickly. "That feels so good, Kyle," I moaned, my hips bucking slightly as he worked me.

He leaned down, his breath hot on my ear as he whispered, "I want to make you feel good, Eric. I want to see you cum." His words sent shivers down my spine, and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

"Kyle, I'm close," I warned him. "Keep going, don't stop," his stroke becoming more insistent and urgent.

Within moments, I let out a loud moan, my body tensing as I came, shooting up to my chest and stomach, my cock pulsing in Kyle's hand as he milked me for every last drop. He continued to stroke me gently as I came down from my high, a contented smile on my face. "That was incredible”, I told Kyle.

After cumming, we laid down, me on my back, Kyle on his side. I took my hand and scooped up the cum that was coating my chest and stomach. When I had it all, I brought it to my mouth and swallowed it, savoring the taste. Kyle was transfixed, watching me eat my cum. "Wow," he said, his eyes wide with curiosity. "I've thought about eating my cum and have been ready to do it when I'm jerking off, but after I cum, the urge is gone."

"Try it sometimes, Kyle," I smiled, wiping the last of it from my fingers. "There's nothing like the taste of your own cum, other than the cum of another guy”

Kyle chuckled, "Maybe I will try it. Who knows, I may develop a taste for it."

We lay on the bed for a while, not talking, just enjoying each other's company and the closeness. After some time, Kyle sat up and looked at me and then said “I need to stop trying to convince you that I’m not gay. The truth is, I don’t know if I’m straight, bi, or gay. With you, I’ve found the only person I’ve ever met where I feel that I can explore and make sense of my confusion. All I know, Eric, is that what we did tonight and the other day was something I have wanted to experience. You being open about your sexual orientation and sharing your attraction to me gave me permission to explore.”

I took a moment to process his words and then said "I have to be honest, I want to continue exploring with you. I want you to experience more with me.”

“More?” Kyle asked, his eyes curious. “Like what?” I took a deep breath. Did I want to go there? “Tell me, Eric,” Kyle prompted.

“Well, Kyle,” I began, my heart pounding. “I don’t want to freak you out, but since you asked, here goes——I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock in my ass. I want to feel you shoot your load in me. I want to feel your hairy legs rubbing against mine while you’re on top of me, and I want to reach behind you and feel your hairy ass. I want to rim you, Kyle. I want to eat your ass and feel my face between your hairy ass cheeks.”

Kyle looked at me, a smirk playing on his lips. “No, it doesn’t freak me out,” he said, reaching down and taking hold of his very hard cock. “In fact, I think my cock is answering for me.”

I smiled, and then said “The other thing I want to do, Kyle, is to kiss—not a peck on the cheek, but a kiss that connects us in one of the most intimate acts there is.”

Kyle pulled me close, his voice soft and sincere. “Well, I think we can check one of the things you want to do off the list right now,” he said, pulling me up to him and kissing me, tentatively at first, and then developing into a long and passionate kiss; our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. A kiss that seemed to last forever.

Kyle then smiled at me. I asked him what he was smiling about.

“I can’t wait to fuck you”
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Part four:

The week flew by in a blur of lectures and exams, but my mind was elsewhere, anticipating the weekend ahead. Kyle and I managed to steal a few moments together—grabbing coffee on Tuesday and a quick lunch on Thursday—but our conversations were brief. We both knew what was coming, and the anticipation was palpable.

I had taken the liberty of making a reservation at the Hyatt in downtown Minneapolis, just a stone's throw from campus. I requested an early check-in, planning to pick Kyle up from his dorm around noon. The day had finally arrived, and I could feel the excitement building. This night was going to be about exploration, about giving in to our desires. I wanted Kyle to fuck me, and I wanted to rim him, to taste him, to make him lose control.

Friday night found me at a nearby CVS, stocking up on supplies. Lube, pre-filled enema bottles, and other essentials to ensure we were both ready for the night ahead.

I could feel the butterflies in my stomach, a mix of nerves and anticipation. But I was ready. Ready to share a bed with him, to explore every inch of his body, to make this night unforgettable.

Saturday morning arrived, and with it, a surge of nerves. I called Kyle, and his voice was steady, confident. He was looking forward to it, to spending the night together, sharing a bed, a large shower, and of course, he mentioned room service.

I pulled up to Kyle’s dorm a little before noon, and he was waiting outside for me. He had a backpack, which he threw into the backseat. Surprisingly, Kyle leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. He clearly wasn’t concerned if anyone saw him. The drive was quick. We pulled up to the Hyatt and let the valet take the car, after grabbing our backpacks from the backseat.

We went to the registration desk, a very handsome man, probably five years older than us, checked us in. He told us that our room was ready, just like I had requested for an early check-in. “Your reservation is for a room with a king-sized bed. Would you prefer two beds?” he asked, smiling. Kyle looked at me and smiled back. “No, the king will be fine.”

The clerk looked at his screen and said, “I have a beautiful room on the concierge floor that I can upgrade you to; no extra charge", He smiled, “Might as well make it a special stay.” He was clearly onto us. He continued, “The only thing is that the room isn’t ready yet, but it will be by 1:30, if you would be willing to wait.” We told him that we were fine with waiting and thanked him for the free upgrade. “My pleasure,” he said. “I think you will really like your room. Just remember to use your key in the elevator to get access to the concierge floor.”

We had a little over an hour before our room would be ready and decided to go to the hotel cafe and have a bite to eat; I ordered a chef salad and iced tea; Kyle was going to order a caesar salad, but quickly reconsider, saying “I don’t want garlic breath” So he followed suit and ordered the same as me.

While we ate lunch and waited until our room was ready, we talked about things we had never talked about. I asked Kyle about his past relationships. He told me that he had dated a few girls before starting college; nothing serious. “And yes, Eric, we did have sex.” “How was that?” I asked. “It was OK... Enjoyable, but not filled with any passion.”

“What about you”, he asked…I told Kyle that I had been with several guys; having dated one guy for about six months. “They were all about sex; there was never really any strong connection. The sex, however, was always good, especially when I realized that I am a bottom, although given the right circumstances I will definitely top. With one guy we would also flip; he’d fuck me and then I’d fuck him” Kyle was transfixed as I explained this.

I looked at my watch, and it was 1:35. We grabbed our backpacks and stopped at the front desk. The same clerk was there and said, “Gentlemen, your room is ready,” handing us two keycards. He introduced himself, saying, “By the way, my name is Craig. Have a great stay…and oh, one more thing, I noted a late check out for you. You don’t have to be out of the room until 3:00 o’cock tomorrow.” We thanked him and were on our way.

We got in the elevator and, as instructed, used our keycard so that we could push the button for the top floor; the concierge level. When the elevator door opened, we were surprised to see a private bar and area where cocktails are served every evening, as well as tables where you can order breakfast in the morning. There was a library, complete with a stack of various newspapers, and a full business center with computers and printers, and a small exercise room.

We walked down the hall to our room, 1108, and I inserted the key card. I opened the door and when we walked in Kyle said, “Holy shit….look at this.” It wasn’t a room. It was a one-bedroom suite, with a living room, dining room, and two bathrooms, and a fully stocked minibar.

On the table, there was an ice bucket that held a bottle of champagne—already chilled. A card was sitting by it. I opened it, and it said, “Enjoy your stay…. And your king-sized bed” with a smiley face. It was signed by Craig, the front desk clerk. I broke out laughing. “Yep, he’s family”, I told Kyle.

We took our backpacks to the bedroom and unpacked. I told Kyle that I had brought some things I picked up from CVS. I showed him, and he said, “Wow, you thought of everything,” taking one of the pre-filled enema bottles. “I’ve never used one of these,” he said. “Well, it’s definitely one of the things needed to get your ass clean and ready to be eaten…and mine ready to be fucked,” I said. “Yes, sir,” Kyle said, smiling at me.

We explored the rest of the suite. In the closet hung two plush robes and a shower large enough to fit six people, as well as a jetted tub. The view from the room was beautiful. We could see the campus off in the distance. After getting settled, we sat down on the large sectional in the living room of the suite. Kyle moved close to me and took my hand. “I’m so happy to be here with you,” he said as he moved and took my face in his hands and kissed me, a kiss that quickly became passionate.

“So, what’s the plan, Eric?” Kyle asked. Well, we just had a light lunch. Now that I see this suite, complete with its own dining room, I think we should plan on ordering room service tonight. Let’s just enjoy this suite, and each other.” “Perfect”, Eric said “Why go out when we have everything we need here”

I then said that “Since it’s early, what do you think of us taking a shower, putting on a robe, and just relaxing for a bit?” “I’d like that,” said Kyle. “So before the shower, do you want me to go and get my ass clean for you?” “You are a quick learner....Yep, do that and I’ll do the same. We’ve got two bathrooms, you take the one in the bedroom and I’ll use the other. And then we can take a shower together.”

“Ok, here goes,” Kyle said, smiling as I heard him rustling into the CVS bag and grabbing the supplies.

In about fifteen minutes, Kyle reappeared—naked—standing in the doorway between the bedroom and living room. I was sitting on the sectional, having put on a pair of shorts. “Ready for that shower?” he asked. I got up and dropped my shorts; my cock at full attention. “Yep, I’m ready.”

We went into the bathroom and turned on the water; there were at least eight shower heads at different levels. We got into the shower and hugged….a long hug as water ran between us, feeling our cocks pushing against each other. We kissed; another passionate kiss.

Then we each grabbed a bar of soap and started soaping up each other. I was in heaven, soaping up Kyle’s hairy legs, thighs, his beautiful arm pits, and, of course, his ass. I took the soap and lathered up his crack, feeling his asshole. “I like that,” he said. “Are you ok with this?” I said as I took a finger and pushed on his hole, pushing past the first ring. “Go slow—but yes, I’m ok.” I reached into his ass and found his prostate. His reaction told me that this was the first time he had his prostate massaged. His cock was rigid, the foreskin fully retracted. Kyle took his bar of soap and did the same to me. “Your ass is so tight,” he said. “Wait until you feel your cock in my ass, Kyle.” I said to him, smiling.

We spent at least 20 minutes in the shower, washing each other, kissing, and exploring. I turned off the shower and retrieved two large towels, handing one to Kyle. He used his to dry me off, and I did the same to him. When we were dry, our cocks having returned to their flaccid state, I grabbed the two robes, giving one to Kyle. We put on the robes and I took Kyle's hand, and we went back into the living room. I sat down, and Kyle sat beside me and then laid down with his head in my lap. I put one hand on his shoulder and used the other to stroke his hair.

We talked for a while, with Kyle opening up to me about the things he was feeling. "I don't know what to do with these feelings, Eric," he said. “I told you earlier that I have had sex with girls, but it was nothing compared to what I have experienced with you in the past month. My world has been turned upside down," he confessed. "I've always wanted a family; I've always wanted kids and a house and the perfect life. Now, with what I'm feeling, I don't know if that will be possible.”

“Kyle, that’s not true. Even if you are gay there is nothing to say that you can’t have a family, that you can’t get married or have children” I told him. “I know, but I’ve decided... he hesitated...wait, I've accepted that I'm not straight. I can't be straight having experienced what I have with you. And yes, I've thought about this for years, Eric. I knew deep down that I was attracted to men... and women. So, maybe I am bisexual. Or maybe I am gay. I'm confused, Eric.... but I do know one thing, I like being with you. I'm attracted to you and you make me smile; you make me happy."

After a while, he sat up, and I opened my robe, taking Kyle's hand and placing it on my cock. I reached under Kyle's robe and did the same. We sat in silence, watching as our cocks went from flaccid to rock hard. "What do you think?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Kyle looked at me and smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, I think I'd like to fuck you”.

I got up, grabbed his hand, and we dropped our robes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. We made our way to the bedroom, where I pulled the covers back and grabbed a few extra pillows from the closet. Kyle was already on the bed, propped up on his elbows, watching me with anticipation. I joined him, taking him in my arms and kissing him slowly and gently, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.

When we finally broke apart, I told Kyle to roll onto his stomach. "Lift your hips," I said, positioning a pillow to elevate his ass. I moved to the bottom of the bed, spreading Kyle's legs to reveal his beautiful, hairy ass. I got on my knees and pulled him down so that his ass was at the perfect height for me to feast on. I spread his cheeks, admiring his hairy crack and tight asshole. I teased him, circling his hole with a finger, making him moan with anticipation.

I then spread his cheeks wider and went to work on his asshole, my tongue taking its first swipe, circling around it. I was in heaven, tasting him, feeling his body respond to my touch. I pushed my tongue into his hole, fucking him with it, making him writhe and moan loudly. I ate his ass for what felt like an eternity, bringing him to the brink of orgasm before finally pulling away.

I moved up on the bed and laid beside him, my body pressing against his. Kyle rolled onto his side, facing me, and kissed me deeply, tasting his own ass on my tongue. We were both rock hard, precum dripping onto the bed.

Kyle took his right hand and cupped my balls, lifting them up and rubbing my taint, sending shivers down my spine. He reached behind them and started to rub my asshole, teasing me with his fingers. He grabbed the lube from the bedside table, pouring some into his hand before returning his fingers to my hole, running them around and teasing me. I felt one finger breach my ass, pushing in slowly. He looked at me, waiting for my reaction. I nodded, encouraging him to add another finger. He obliged, pushing two fingers into my ass, searching for my prostate. When he found it, I went wild, squirming and moaning, begging for more.

Kyle fucked me with his fingers, stretching me and preparing me for his cock. He remembered what I had told him before—that I liked it when the top takes control. He took charge, telling me what to do and how to move. I complied, eager to please him and follow his lead.

"Lay on your stomach," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. I moved to the top of the bed and did as instructed, spreading my legs wide and presenting my ass to him. I felt him apply more lube to my asshole, his fingers spreading it around, preparing me for his cock. I reached back and spread my cheeks, once again giving him an unobstructed view of my hole. He teased me, pushing two fingers into my ass, then adding a third, stretching me wide and getting me ready to take his thick cock.

Kyle straddled my legs, his cock rubbing against my hole. I pushed back, eager to feel him inside me, but he held back, drawing out the anticipation. After what felt like an eternity, he finally positioned the head of his cock at my entrance, pushing slowly past the initial resistance. I took a deep breath, focusing on relaxing and taking him in. "Is this ok?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "Yes...just go slow at first," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling me completely. I could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as he slid into me, stretching me wide.

When he had fully impaled me, his balls pressing against my ass.he laid on top of me; his full weight covering me and his hairy legs and chest rubbing against me. The object of my lust, the hairy legs, were now rubbing against mine.

He started to move, slowly at first, then building up speed, fucking me with long, deep strokes. He pulled all the way out, then slammed back into me, his hips meeting my ass. "You're so tight, Kyle," he managed to gasp out between thrusts. "I never thought it would feel so good. Squeeze my cock with your ass," he instructed me, and I complied, clenching my muscles and milking his cock with my ass.

Kyle pounded my ass, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into me. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I approached the point of no return. Suddenly, Kyle pulled out, leaving me feeling empty.

"Get on your back," he commanded. I rolled onto my back, and he took my legs, placing them on his shoulders, exposing my hole to him. He positioned his cock at my entrance and pushed in, filling me completely once again as he said “I want to see your face when you cum”

He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth as his cock explored my ass. He started to fuck me in earnest, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he pounded my ass. He reached down and took my cock in his hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts, jerking me off as he fucked me.

"I want to see you cum, Eric," he said. "I want to feel your ass squeeze my cock when you cum."

I reached for the lube, pouring some into my hand before taking my cock and starting to jerk off. I didn't want to cum yet; I wanted this to last, but my body had other plans. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I approached the point of no return.

"Kyle, I'm close," I managed to say. "Cum for me, Eric. Shoot that fucking load," he said, and I obeyed, my body responding to his words. I looked into Kyle's eyes, our gazes locked as I felt my orgasm crash over me. "I'm going to cum," I screamed, and with that, I let loose, my body convulsing as rope after rope of cum shot out of my cock, coating my chest and and shooting as far as my face. Kyle continued fucking me as I was cumming, fucking every last drop of cum from my body.

After I was spent, my orgasm complete, Kyle pulled out and told me to get on my stomach again. He wanted to fuck me; to cum in me, while he was on top, driving his cock in as far as it would go with his body on top of me.

Kyle shoved his cock back into me, his hips moving faster and faster, his arms around me, hugging me tightly. After a few minutes, I could sense that he was getting close. “Cum for me, Kyle. Breed me,” I told him.

My ass squeezed his cock, and he moaned, "I’m cumming," as he pushed into me as far as his cock would go, coming to a stop as he unleashed a torrent of cum deep inside me, his balls nuzzled against my ass. He collapsed on top of me, his cock still buried inside, and whispered in my ear, "I have never felt anything like that, Eric. Ever…”

After laying on top of me, completely still for a couple of minutes, Kyle slowly pulled out, and I could feel his warm cum dripping out of my hole. I clenched my ass, trying to keep as much of him inside me as possible.

We rolled onto our sides, facing each other. I took his face in my hands, and we just laid there, looking into each other's eyes. No words were spoken, and tears began to stream down Kyle’s cheeks.

"What's wrong?" I asked, pulling back to look at him.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing," he replied, his voice barely a whisper. "In fact, everything is right."
 
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We collapsed onto the bed, curling up together, our bodies fitting perfectly as I spooned him from behind. I traced my fingers down Kyle's spine, feeling his muscles relax under my touch, enjoying the afterglow of our intense afternoon. His breath slowed and evened out, and I realized he had drifted off to sleep. I pulled him closer, smiling as I felt the soreness in my ass—a reminder of the passionate fucking Kyle had given me. I closed my eyes and joined him in a short nap, drifting off to sleep with a sense of deep satisfaction and connection.

Waking up about an hour later, I glanced at the alarm clock. It was 6:45; the sun had set, leaving behind a cityscape, the lights of the city twinkling like stars. No lights were on in the room. I rolled onto my back, and Kyle did the same, his hand immediately finding mine, our fingers interlocking. We were still covered in the evidence of our afternoon, my ass sticky with his cum. “Let’s take a shower,” Kyle suggested, his voice soft. I got up and followed him to the bathroom.

He turned the shower on, the steam quickly filling the room. Soon, we were standing under the spray, facing each other, our bodies relaxed and sated. Our cocks were flaccid, spent from the day's activities. I reached for the soap, lathering up my hands and beginning to wash him, my touch gentle and caring. He did the same, his hands moving over my body.

The remainder of Kyle’s cum trickled out of my ass, and he washed my hole, a finger pushing into me. “Be gentle,” I told him, my voice barely a whisper. “You really gave my ass a pounding.” “You liked it, didn’t you?” he asked, a smile on his face. “Ahhhh…yes. You can pound my ass anytime you want,” I replied, leaning into his touch.

Done with the shower, we dried off. We put on robes, and I followed Kyle to the living room. We were hungry, so we found the room service menu.

Kyle decided on a cheeseburger and fries, and I opted for one of my favorites: a club sandwich, also with fries. For dessert, Kyle chose cheesecake and I chose apple pie. Oh, and two Cokes. “Aren’t we the gourmet diners?” Kyle laughed. “Nope—just two dudes having a non-fancy dinner,”

I called room service and placed the order. I then noticed the champagne, still in the ice bucket. I grabbed it, along with two glasses. I opened it, poured two glasses, and handed one to Kyle. “To us…and to your first time fucking a guy,” I said, clinking my glass against his. “I’ll drink to that,” Kyle said, his eyes meeting mine. We had a few glasses of champagne, the alcohol warming our bodies, and room service arrived.

A young waiter wheeled in a cart, asking if we wanted him to set it up in the dining room. I signed the check, making sure to tip the server well, and he left, smiling at us knowingly as he left the room. Two guys in bathrobes was a tell-tale sign.

We went into the dining area and began to eat. Kyle was the first to break the silence. “So, Eric, what just happened?” he asked, his voice serious. I put down my sandwich and looked at him, “Well, what just happened, Kyle, is that we did more than have sex. I know this sounds corny, but we made love,” I told him, my voice soft.

Kyle reached across the table, taking my hand in his. “I know what you mean,” he said, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand. “I’ve decided that I can’t keep projecting into the future—I need to live in the now, and right now, I am really falling for you, Eric. I never expected this…in fact, if someone had told me three months ago that I would be staying with you at the Hyatt in a one-bedroom suite and pounding your ass, kissing you, and having my ass eaten, I would have told them they were crazy.”

I laughed and then said, “And for me, Kyle, if someone would have told me three months ago that I would be here with you—someone I have lusted over for years—I would have told them that they were crazy.

But the universe had other plans for us. And here we are. And now, you are so much more than someone I fantasized about being with. You are someone that I care about; you are someone that is so much more than your beautiful face, and your hairy legs, ass and armpits.”

Kyle smiled at me, “ I never thought I'd be here, but I'm glad I am.” We finished our meal, the atmosphere between us filled with a newfound intimacy and understanding.

After we finished eating, we settled into the living room, cuddling up on the couch together. The TV was on, and Saturday Night Live was just starting. We watched, laughing and joking, our bodies pressed close together. After the show ended, I turned off the TV, and we sat in silence for a moment, just holding each other.

"Ready for bed?" I asked, "Ok---but first I have to brush my teeth," Kyle said, a yawn escaping his lips. "I'll join you---another first---brushing our teeth together," I said. Kyle laughed and pulled me up, leading me to the bathroom.

After brushing our teeth and turning off the lights in the living room, I came into the bedroom. Kyle was already in bed, and I joined him. On my side, I threw my arm over his chest and hugged him. I moved up and we kissed, tasting the toothpaste, and enjoying a slow and leisurely kiss. We were both hard. I reached down and put my hands around Kyle's large balls. He did the same to me. He was now on his side as well, looking at me, the only light being the light of the city. The drapes were still open. “So, what's up?” I said, squeezing his balls gently. “To be honest, I think I just want to cuddle—I'm still coming down from this afternoon,” Kyle said, yawning. I agreed, “Sleep sounds good.”

I turned on my side; Kyle did as well, spooning me, his cock nestled in the crack of my ass. He reached around me and hugged me tightly. “This was a wonderful day that I will remember forever,” he said. “It definitely was,” I told him. Sleep came quickly. We were tired and felt safe in each other's arms.

Around 4:30 AM, I woke up and felt Kyle's hand on my cock. His hard cock was evident, pressing against me. We didn't say anything; I knew he was awake, and he knew I was awake. Kyle let go of my cock for a second and reached toward the nightstand. I heard the top of the lube bottle pop open and some rustling under the covers.

Still, no words were spoken. Kyle returned to his position, spooning me, and I felt him reach down and position his cock at my asshole. We still hadn't said anything when I felt Kyle push his rigid cock, the foreskin fully retracted, past the first ring of my ass. After he breached my hole, he slowly pushed in.

We laid there, not saying a word. He reached around and pulled me close, his arm wrapped around my chest, his hand grabbing my cock. Kyle pushed into me slowly until he had fully impaled me. I felt his balls against my ass. Kyle laid perfectly still, his cock fully in my ass.

Finally, he whispered, “Eric, I want you. I want to breed you again.” With those words, I squeezed my ass and moved my hips, my ass taking control, moving up and down on Kyle's cock, riding him slowly and deliberately.

After several minutes, I pulled off Kyle's cock and told him to lay on his back. I straddled him and reached around, taking hold of his cock and positioning it at my ass. I sat down on his cock in one smooth motion. Kyle had taken two pillows and put them behind his head, putting his arms behind his head and showing off his beautiful hairy armpits.

“Just lay back and enjoy,” I said. “Let me do this for you.” I began to move my ass, up and down, milking his cock. Kyle reached out and took hold of my cock, using my precum to jerk me off. I took his hand and moved it off my cock. I wanted this to be Kyle's time to lay back and feel himself fucking me with me on top, riding his cock.

I bent down and kissed him. Kyle took my head and pushed our mouths together; our tongues exploring each other. I sat up and took my cock in my hand. My ass was moving faster, and Kyle's hips were pushing up in sync with my ass, slamming his cock into me. Kyle’s hands were on my hips, helping to control the tempo of my ass meeting his thrusts.

My hand was moving faster on my cock, and I knew that my orgasm was going to overtake me. I looked at Kyle and said, “Do you want to see me cum? I'm getting close.” Kyle breathlessly said, “I want us to cum at the same time; I'm close too.” I kept moving my ass, and Kyle was breathing harder. “I'm close, Eric...make me cum,” he panted. “Let's cum,” I told him. With one final push, sitting all the way down on his cock, I could feel his orgasm overtake him, his cock throbbing. I clenched down on his cock, my ass pushing him over the edge. I was on the brink, and just as I felt Kyle starting to cum, I did the same, covering his stomach and chest with my cum, while he filled my ass with his load. I bent down and kissed him.

After a while, I pulled off Kyle's cock and felt his cum dripping out of my ass. I bent down and started to lick his chest and stomach, licking up my cum and swallowing every drop. After I was done, I kissed Kyle, sharing the taste with him.

I then got up and went into the bathroom and got a few warm, wet washcloths. I cleaned myself first, then took two warm washcloths and a towel back to the bed. I took Kyle's flaccid cock in my hand and washed him, stroking gently as I cleaned it. I paid extra attention to his foreskin, which I pulled back so I could clean the tip of his cock. Finally, I held his balls and washed and massaged them.

He watched me as I washed him gently and with reverence. After I was done, I dried him off thoroughly with the towel. To let him know I was done, I bent down and kissed his cock softly. I looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

I pulled him close and held him tightly.

At that moment, we both knew this was getting real. Very real.
 
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Part four:

The week flew by in a blur of lectures and exams, but my mind was elsewhere, anticipating the weekend ahead. Kyle and I managed to steal a few moments together—grabbing coffee on Tuesday and a quick lunch on Thursday—but our conversations were brief. We both knew what was coming, and the anticipation was palpable.

I had taken the liberty of making a reservation at the Hyatt in downtown Minneapolis, just a stone's throw from campus. I requested an early check-in, planning to pick Kyle up from his dorm around noon. The day had finally arrived, and I could feel the excitement building. This night was going to be about exploration, about giving in to our desires. I wanted Kyle to fuck me, and I wanted to rim him, to taste him, to make him lose control.

Friday night found me at a nearby CVS, stocking up on supplies. Lube, pre-filled enema bottles, and other essentials to ensure we were both ready for the night ahead.

I could feel the butterflies in my stomach, a mix of nerves and anticipation. But I was ready. Ready to share a bed with him, to explore every inch of his body, to make this night unforgettable.

Saturday morning arrived, and with it, a surge of nerves. I called Kyle, and his voice was steady, confident. He was looking forward to it, to spending the night together, sharing a bed, a large shower, and of course, he mentioned room service.

I pulled up to Kyle’s dorm a little before noon, and he was waiting outside for me. He had a backpack, which he threw into the backseat. Surprisingly, Kyle leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. He clearly wasn’t concerned if anyone saw him. The drive was quick. We pulled up to the Hyatt and let the valet take the car, after grabbing our backpacks from the backseat.

We went to the registration desk, a very handsome man, probably five years older than us, checked us in. He told us that our room was ready, just like I had requested for an early check-in. “Your reservation is for a room with a king-sized bed. Would you prefer two beds?” he asked, smiling. Kyle looked at me and smiled back. “No, the king will be fine.”

The clerk looked at his screen and said, “I have a beautiful room on the concierge floor that I can upgrade you to; no extra charge", He smiled, “Might as well make it a special stay.” He was clearly onto us. He continued, “The only thing is that the room isn’t ready yet, but it will be by 1:30, if you would be willing to wait.” We told him that we were fine with waiting and thanked him for the free upgrade. “My pleasure,” he said. “I think you will really like your room. Just remember to use your key in the elevator to get access to the concierge floor.”

We had a little over an hour before our room would be ready and decided to go to the hotel cafe and have a bite to eat; I ordered a chef salad and iced tea; Kyle was going to order a caesar salad, but quickly reconsider, saying “I don’t want garlic breath” So he followed suit and ordered the same as me.

While we ate lunch and waited until our room was ready, we talked about things we had never talked about. I asked Kyle about his past relationships. He told me that he had dated a few girls before starting college; nothing serious. “And yes, Eric, we did have sex.” “How was that?” I asked. “It was OK... Enjoyable, but not filled with any passion.”

“What about you”, he asked…I told Kyle that I had been with several guys; having dated one guy for about six months. “They were all about sex; there was never really any strong connection. The sex, however, was always good, especially when I realized that I am a bottom, although given the right circumstances I will definitely top. With one guy we would also flip; he’d fuck me and then I’d fuck him” Kyle was transfixed as I explained this.

I looked at my watch, and it was 1:35. We grabbed our backpacks and stopped at the front desk. The same clerk was there and said, “Gentlemen, your room is ready,” handing us two keycards. He introduced himself, saying, “By the way, my name is Craig. Have a great stay…and oh, one more thing, I noted a late check out for you. You don’t have to be out of the room until 3:00 o’cock tomorrow.” We thanked him and were on our way.

We got in the elevator and, as instructed, used our keycard so that we could push the button for the top floor; the concierge level. When the elevator door opened, we were surprised to see a private bar and area where cocktails are served every evening, as well as tables where you can order breakfast in the morning. There was a library, complete with a stack of various newspapers, and a full business center with computers and printers, and a small exercise room.

We walked down the hall to our room, 1108, and I inserted the key card. I opened the door and when we walked in Kyle said, “Holy shit….look at this.” It wasn’t a room. It was a one-bedroom suite, with a living room, dining room, and two bathrooms, and a fully stocked minibar.

On the table, there was an ice bucket that held a bottle of champagne—already chilled. A card was sitting by it. I opened it, and it said, “Enjoy your stay…. And your king-sized bed” with a smiley face. It was signed by Craig, the front desk clerk. I broke out laughing. “Yep, he’s family”, I told Kyle.

We took our backpacks to the bedroom and unpacked. I told Kyle that I had brought some things I picked up from CVS. I showed him, and he said, “Wow, you thought of everything,” taking one of the pre-filled enema bottles. “I’ve never used one of these,” he said. “Well, it’s definitely one of the things needed to get your ass clean and ready to be eaten…and mine ready to be fucked,” I said. “Yes, sir,” Kyle said, smiling at me.

We explored the rest of the suite. In the closet hung two plush robes and a shower large enough to fit six people, as well as a jetted tub. The view from the room was beautiful. We could see the campus off in the distance. After getting settled, we sat down on the large sectional in the living room of the suite. Kyle moved close to me and took my hand. “I’m so happy to be here with you,” he said as he moved and took my face in his hands and kissed me, a kiss that quickly became passionate.

“So, what’s the plan, Eric?” Kyle asked. Well, we just had a light lunch. Now that I see this suite, complete with its own dining room, I think we should plan on ordering room service tonight. Let’s just enjoy this suite, and each other.” “Perfect”, Eric said “Why go out when we have everything we need here”

I then said that “Since it’s early, what do you think of us taking a shower, putting on a robe, and just relaxing for a bit?” “I’d like that,” said Kyle. “So before the shower, do you want me to go and get my ass clean for you?” “You are a quick learner....Yep, do that and I’ll do the same. We’ve got two bathrooms, you take the one in the bedroom and I’ll use the other. And then we can take a shower together.”

“Ok, here goes,” Kyle said, smiling as I heard him rustling into the CVS bag and grabbing the supplies.

In about fifteen minutes, Kyle reappeared—naked—standing in the doorway between the bedroom and living room. I was sitting on the sectional, having put on a pair of shorts. “Ready for that shower?” he asked. I got up and dropped my shorts; my cock at full attention. “Yep, I’m ready.”

We went into the bathroom and turned on the water; there were at least eight shower heads at different levels. We got into the shower and hugged….a long hug as water ran between us, feeling our cocks pushing against each other. We kissed; another passionate kiss.

Then we each grabbed a bar of soap and started soaping up each other. I was in heaven, soaping up Kyle’s hairy legs, thighs, his beautiful arm pits, and, of course, his ass. I took the soap and lathered up his crack, feeling his asshole. “I like that,” he said. “Are you ok with this?” I said as I took a finger and pushed on his hole, pushing past the first ring. “Go slow—but yes, I’m ok.” I reached into his ass and found his prostate. His reaction told me that this was the first time he had his prostate massaged. His cock was rigid, the foreskin fully retracted. Kyle took his bar of soap and did the same to me. “Your ass is so tight,” he said. “Wait until you feel your cock in my ass, Kyle.” I said to him, smiling.

We spent at least 20 minutes in the shower, washing each other, kissing, and exploring. I turned off the shower and retrieved two large towels, handing one to Kyle. He used his to dry me off, and I did the same to him. When we were dry, our cocks having returned to their flaccid state, I grabbed the two robes, giving one to Kyle. We put on the robes and I took Kyle's hand, and we went back into the living room. I sat down, and Kyle sat beside me and then laid down with his head in my lap. I put one hand on his shoulder and used the other to stroke his hair.

We talked for a while, with Kyle opening up to me about the things he was feeling. "I don't know what to do with these feelings, Eric," he said. “I told you earlier that I have had sex with girls, but it was nothing compared to what I have experienced with you in the past month. My world has been turned upside down," he confessed. "I've always wanted a family; I've always wanted kids and a house and the perfect life. Now, with what I'm feeling, I don't know if that will be possible.”

“Kyle, that’s not true. Even if you are gay there is nothing to say that you can’t have a family, that you can’t get married or have children” I told him. “I know, but I’ve decided... he hesitated...wait, I've accepted that I'm not straight. I can't be straight having experienced what I have with you. And yes, I've thought about this for years, Eric. I knew deep down that I was attracted to men... and women. So, maybe I am bisexual. Or maybe I am gay. I'm confused, Eric.... but I do know one thing, I like being with you. I'm attracted to you and you make me smile; you make me happy."

After a while, he sat up, and I opened my robe, taking Kyle's hand and placing it on my cock. I reached under Kyle's robe and did the same. We sat in silence, watching as our cocks went from flaccid to rock hard. "What do you think?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Kyle looked at me and smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, I think I'd like to fuck you”.

I got up, grabbed his hand, and we dropped our robes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. We made our way to the bedroom, where I pulled the covers back and grabbed a few extra pillows from the closet. Kyle was already on the bed, propped up on his elbows, watching me with anticipation. I joined him, taking him in my arms and kissing him slowly and gently, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.

When we finally broke apart, I told Kyle to roll onto his stomach. "Lift your hips," I said, positioning a pillow to elevate his ass. I moved to the bottom of the bed, spreading Kyle's legs to reveal his beautiful, hairy ass. I got on my knees and pulled him down so that his ass was at the perfect height for me to feast on. I spread his cheeks, admiring his hairy crack and tight asshole. I teased him, circling his hole with a finger, making him moan with anticipation.

I then spread his cheeks wider and went to work on his asshole, my tongue taking its first swipe, circling around it. I was in heaven, tasting him, feeling his body respond to my touch. I pushed my tongue into his hole, fucking him with it, making him writhe and moan loudly. I ate his ass for what felt like an eternity, bringing him to the brink of orgasm before finally pulling away.

I moved up on the bed and laid beside him, my body pressing against his. Kyle rolled onto his side, facing me, and kissed me deeply, tasting his own ass on my tongue. We were both rock hard, precum dripping onto the bed.

Kyle took his right hand and cupped my balls, lifting them up and rubbing my taint, sending shivers down my spine. He reached behind them and started to rub my asshole, teasing me with his fingers. He grabbed the lube from the bedside table, pouring some into his hand before returning his fingers to my hole, running them around and teasing me. I felt one finger breach my ass, pushing in slowly. He looked at me, waiting for my reaction. I nodded, encouraging him to add another finger. He obliged, pushing two fingers into my ass, searching for my prostate. When he found it, I went wild, squirming and moaning, begging for more.

Kyle fucked me with his fingers, stretching me and preparing me for his cock. He remembered what I had told him before—that I liked it when the top takes control. He took charge, telling me what to do and how to move. I complied, eager to please him and follow his lead.

"Lay on your stomach," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. I moved to the top of the bed and did as instructed, spreading my legs wide and presenting my ass to him. I felt him apply more lube to my asshole, his fingers spreading it around, preparing me for his cock. I reached back and spread my cheeks, once again giving him an unobstructed view of my hole. He teased me, pushing two fingers into my ass, then adding a third, stretching me wide and getting me ready to take his thick cock.

Kyle straddled my legs, his cock rubbing against my hole. I pushed back, eager to feel him inside me, but he held back, drawing out the anticipation. After what felt like an eternity, he finally positioned the head of his cock at my entrance, pushing slowly past the initial resistance. I took a deep breath, focusing on relaxing and taking him in. "Is this ok?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "Yes...just go slow at first," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling me completely. I could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as he slid into me, stretching me wide.

When he had fully impaled me, his balls pressing against my ass.he laid on top of me; his full weight covering me and his hairy legs and chest rubbing against me. The object of my lust, the hairy legs, were now rubbing against mine.

He started to move, slowly at first, then building up speed, fucking me with long, deep strokes. He pulled all the way out, then slammed back into me, his hips meeting my ass. "You're so tight, Kyle," he managed to gasp out between thrusts. "I never thought it would feel so good. Squeeze my cock with your ass," he instructed me, and I complied, clenching my muscles and milking his cock with my ass.

Kyle pounded my ass, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into me. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I approached the point of no return. Suddenly, Kyle pulled out, leaving me feeling empty.

"Get on your back," he commanded. I rolled onto my back, and he took my legs, placing them on his shoulders, exposing my hole to him. He positioned his cock at my entrance and pushed in, filling me completely once again as he said “I want to see your face when you cum”

He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth as his cock explored my ass. He started to fuck me in earnest, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he pounded my ass. He reached down and took my cock in his hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts, jerking me off as he fucked me.

"I want to see you cum, Eric," he said. "I want to feel your ass squeeze my cock when you cum."

I reached for the lube, pouring some into my hand before taking my cock and starting to jerk off. I didn't want to cum yet; I wanted this to last, but my body had other plans. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I approached the point of no return.

"Kyle, I'm close," I managed to say. "Cum for me, Eric. Shoot that fucking load," he said, and I obeyed, my body responding to his words. I looked into Kyle's eyes, our gazes locked as I felt my orgasm crash over me. "I'm going to cum," I screamed, and with that, I let loose, my body convulsing as rope after rope of cum shot out of my cock, coating my chest and and shooting as far as my face. Kyle continued fucking me as I was cumming, fucking every last drop of cum from my body.

After I was spent, my orgasm complete, Kyle pulled out and told me to get on my stomach again. He wanted to fuck me; to cum in me, while he was on top, driving his cock in as far as it would go with his body on top of me.

Kyle shoved his cock back into me, his hips moving faster and faster, his arms around me, hugging me tightly. After a few minutes, I could sense that he was getting close. “Cum for me, Kyle. Breed me,” I told him.

My ass squeezed his cock, and he moaned, "I’m cumming," as he pushed into me as far as his cock would go, coming to a stop as he unleashed a torrent of cum deep inside me, his balls nuzzled against my ass. He collapsed on top of me, his cock still buried inside, and whispered in my ear, "I have never felt anything like that, Eric. Ever…”

After laying on top of me, completely still for a couple of minutes, Kyle slowly pulled out, and I could feel his warm cum dripping out of my hole. I clenched my ass, trying to keep as much of him inside me as possible.

We rolled onto our sides, facing each other. I took his face in my hands, and we just laid there, looking into each other's eyes. No words were spoken, and tears began to stream down Kyle’s cheeks.

"What's wrong?" I asked, pulling back to look at him.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing," he replied, his voice barely a whisper. "In fact, everything is right."
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Extremely hot! So passionately written 👍
 
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