Where it happened: his house
Langauge: english
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My first time was with a boy babe I knew from my first year in college. He was beautiful. I mean perfect. He was short–about 5’6″ but perfectly built. He had great shoulders, large pecs with beautiful red nipples, and he was hairy. He had beautiful brown wavy hair but he had amazing long straight chest hair and his pits were forests of man hair. And his bush–OMG–he had a total monster bush of long, lush, coarse pubic hair surrounding a sweet little cock. His legs and ass were also incredibly hairy. Shit, he was walking virility. He and I met at a SUNY campus in upstate NY and when we first talked he insisted he was straight and talked about girls he had “been with” but he dropped hints like the fact that he thought they were “skanks” and that a couple of times he didn’t “finish” when he was with them. I could not believe a babe like Brando would not be brought off to intense orgasm by anybody he was playing with. Anyway, we were architecture students and took this trip to Toronto with the college and he and I shared a room. We had an incredible time. We saw great architecture and saw a cool city. He and I had meals together and found a great pub near the Eaton Centre and sat and talked all nite. I think I fell in love that nite. Brando was so sensitive yet so masculine. He had beautiful green eyes and wavy brown hair and I wanted him so bad. When we returned to the hotel, we took a swim and sat in the jacuzzi for a while and I had the pleasure of the view of his nearly naked body. He was built and when he was in the water his large red nipples erected under his thick chest hair. I mean they erected and the tips were huge and I dreamed of the chance to touch them or even tease them for him and possiby even suck on them. We showered afterward and I got to see Brando in his glory and that is the word. His cock wasn’t big but it was sweet and he was stunningly handsome to me. It was late that nite, probably about 3 or 4 o’clock that we were back in the room and talking about everything. He wore those pj bottoms with not shirt and I was trying hard not to constantly look at his pecs and nipples or his heavy treasure trail but he had to know that is what I was doing. The subject of chicks came up and he told me, again, that he was straight and that he liked girls but his body language told me there was much more to this babe’s story. He did say he had a gay brother and he was gay friendly–whatever that means. As we talked I moved over to the bottom of his bed saying that I wanted to be closer to the air conditioner cuz it was too warm in the room. Now I could see Brando in the light. His perfect back, his strong arms, his beautiful eyes and hair, his rock hard pecs and those two amazingly sexy nipples. I remember that one was hard and inviting. The other was soft, oval and awaiting my lips–I just knew he would want me to do that to him. We talked and I moved closer to him. A couple of times, I patted his shoulder or put my hand on his back and he was ok with that and he even moved closer to me as we talked. Finally, he lay back on the bed as we talked and stretched his arms and exposed those incredible arm pits with their hanging gardens of long thick hair. And I damn near cummed my shorts. I had all I could take. I made some sort of joke and he laughed and made a comment back and my response was to reach over and pull his pit hair in a teasing way, and he laughed and I did it again. I told him he couldn’t handle having those hairs pulled without being a wimp and he said he could and the next thing I knew I was teasing him. I tugged his pit hair and the next thing was that I was tugging his chest hair and especially the hair around his large nipples. I was dying from excitment. When I pulled his tit hairs he laughed and rolled like he wanted to get away but always rolled back onto his back. And his nipples were incredibly stiff and I took the chance and tweaked them and that was it. In a second Brando was laughing and he tweaked me and I found myself pinching those perfect tits and hearing him laugh with pleasure as I challenged him to take it like a man, Shit it was fun. I could write all nite about how exciting all of this was but within another few minutes I was rubbing Brando’s pecs and hairy belly and my hands were slipping under the waistband of his pj bottoms and I could feel his astounding bush and he did NOT stop me. He smiled, laughed and closed his eyes in delight as my hands reached deep into his dark pubic hair. In just moments I found what I really wanted. Brando, the beautiful architecture student and my weekend roommate was pitching a tent and after a minute or two he “adjusted” his manhood with his hand and now his sweet little cock was laying on his hairy belly and I felt it, stroked it, and then wrapped my hand around it and he did not stop me. He welcomed it and I discovered Brando was already sopped with precum. He really did want it. And I gave him what he wanted. That nite I milked him, sucked him, we 69ed, I dreged his hairy asshole (and that made him whimper like a girl), I massaged his balls, I even put his precum on his nipples and licked it off. It was damn close to heaven. We took turns pleasuring each other and it was incredible. I did not let Brando go home unsatistied. I brought that boy babe to three (count ’em) hot orgasms. And that babe could produce! I mean he shot like a cannon and the first time he splashed himself in his face as I milked him. And he cried out like a girl when he cummed. I was afraid he would he heard up and down the hallway!! But each time he cummed, he screamed out loud and he finally fell asleep one exhausted boy babe. The unhappy part is that this was our only time. When we got back he sort of blew me off. I mean he didn’t want to be with me again and I actually saw him with a chick around campus and he reminded me he was straight. I learned he was afraid his stepmother (who I met and who was like 400 pounds of pure bully) would give him shit. She scared me! So I backed off and let him have his “I am really straight” story. He left at the end of that year and went to a college in VT or somewhere and I have never seen Brando again. I did hear once that he did hook up with a guy named Kris (so Kris told me) but I never had another chance and Brando is still hiding from what I know. Too bad cuz I really liked him and I think he was the most incredibly beautiful guy I ever met. Sorry the ending isn’t happy but that one nite sure was.
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