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by Bskt8@aol.com I'm a freelance journalist and last year, when I lived in Chicago, I had an office in a small building that was mostly shrinks' offices. I became friends with the guy next door, David. He's a thin, goodlooking guy, about 40, with a great head of full long hair. He's married, but right away I could tell there was something flirty about him--one of those straight guys who enjoys being admired. Always dresses well and well-groomed and liked to come into my office and chat with his hands overhead, holding on to the doorframe, showing off the lines of his trim body. I let him know I was single, never got more explicit than that, but always complimented him on his appearance, more or less encouraging the flirting without getting too outrageous about it. One day I saw him at the gym where I worked out, and after that we would sometimes go work out together. He always took a long time getting dressed, showing off his body which was muscular, but in a completely natural way--didn't look like one of those perfect gym bodies. He was pretty discreet about his cock, usually managed to be turned away when he got completely naked. He has a great tight little ass, and when he'd bend over to dry his feet or whatever, I'd get a glimpse of his hole and his beautiful loose sack swinging back and forth with the weight of his nuts and even flashes of his cock, which looked pretty thick and heavy. Half the time, I'd get a raging hard-on which I'd slip pointing up in my lycra and then pull my t-shirt out to cover it. I've got a very decent cock, long and with a nice fat head, so I know he knew something was "up" and was getting off on turning me on. When I'd go out and ride the stationary bike, the friction would get me more worked up and a few times I could see big spots on precum on my workout pants. Anyway, one night we were in the steam room (wearing towels) and he was telling me I was lucky I have a smooth body. He's pretty smooth, too, but it's true he'd started getting patches of hair around his shoulders and on his lower back. I told him I thought it looked fine and he said he wished his wife did. She was always complaining about it and said she thought it made him look older. I asked him why he didn't just shave it off. Too hard to get to, he said. I told him I'd do it for him if he wanted. That way he could surprise his wife. He said he didn't think so, but he kept bringing it up ("You think I'd look younger if I shaved this off?") so I could tell he was very into it. As we were getting dressed, I said, Look, let's go back to the office and I'll do it for you. It won't take ten minutes. Thank God I had my pants on, because I had such a huge fucking bone, I don't know how I would have hid it. When we got to the office building, it was after 7 and most of the other offices were empty. We went into my office and he took his electric shaver out of his gym bag. I told him to take off his shirt and sit down. Figuring I might as well go for broke, I said: "You should probably take your pants off, too, so hair won't get down there." He didn't need too much encouragement. He had on a pair of white briefs that looked great pulling across his nice tight ass. He leaned forward in the chair and I shaved off his shoulders and some of the hair on his upper back. I loved having an excuse to touch him as I ran the razor over him, brushed off the clipped hair, ran my hand back and forth to see if I'd gotten it close enough. "How's it feel?" I asked. "Not bad," he said. "Tickles a bit." Then I told him he should stand up so I could get his lower back. I told him to lean against the wall and I'd sit down. I could literally feel the precum drooling out of the piss slit of my cock, I was so turned on. I could tell he felt a little humiliated by what I was doing, the fact that he was practically naked and I was fully dressed. I loved having this straight man in that position. I was squeezing my cock through my pants while I worked on him and I could feel the thing throbbing in my pant, just begging to spray out a load. When I got low on his back, I pulled his briefs down a little, just so the very top of his crack was showing. I had to use every ounce of restraint not to run my tongue down there. I mean seriously, he has a beautiful ass, just a little furry with two big firm cheeks with dips in the side. I really wanted to start squeezing his ass but figured I shouldn't. Then I thought, Wait a minute, he agreed to this, it's obvious he's into it. Fuck it. I slid the shorts down further and rested one hand against his rock solid cheek. It was cool, like marble. There was hair at the top of his crack and I pulled the cheeks apart and shaved a bit of it. He craned his neck around and said, "What are you doing?" "Just relax," I told him. "Your wife's gonna love this. Some guys even shave around their hole. I think we should go the whole route." "I don't know about that," he said. "Just trust me, okay?" He didn't say anything, so I slid the briefs down to his knees. There were little goosepimples on his ass flesh, and some of the hair was light and downy. He must have been using a tanning machine, because that ass was about three shades whiter than the rest of his body. I was moving my body back and forth a little so I could get some action on my cock but I kept having to stop so I didn't start blowing cum right then. I told him to reach back and pull his ass open. He did. He also leaned forward. What a fucking sight! A beautiful tight hole, covered in light brown hair, and those big beautiful nuts swinging below. I was about a foot away from his hole, but I could smell his sweat and a slightly musty ass smell. I love the smell of a clean, sweaty man's ass. "I don't know about this," he said. "It won't hurt a bit," I said. Pretending I was preparing to shave, I touched his hole lightly with my finger. It clamped shut and he gave a little shudder. Then I ran my finger around the puckered rim. He made some noise, but I said, "Aw come on, David, you love it." He didn't say anything, but leaned forward even further and moved his ass from side to side, just a little. Now I was so excited, I didn't know if I was going to cum, piss, whatever. I ran the razor over his hole, lightly. The vibration must have felt good because he moaned a little. When I looked down, I could see his big nut sack was starting to tighten up and that fucking cock was getting thicker. Bingo. I turned off the razor and wet my finger and started running it around his hole. Then I grabbed his ass, pulled it open until I could see pink, and stuck my tongue in there. What a taste! Clean and sweaty with a great manly mustiness to it. One thing was for sure, he'd never had this done before and he was INTO it. He started swaying his ass from side to side and moaning softly. By this time, he was practically bent over at a 90 degree angle and was playing with himself. I reached down and bent his cock and balls toward me. He had one beautiful fucking COCK. Hot, purple, and throbbing and a real fat handful. I licked from his ass down over his now tight as leather bag and down the length of that hot hot COCK. There was a thread of precum hanging down that was practically touching the floor. He was going totally nuts by now, poor bastard. I went back to rimming him with my face buried in his tight crack, one hand working around the slime on the head of his dick, the other squeezing my own aching hog though my pants. Then he let out this little gasp and and started blasting cum. I still had his prick bent down and I moved it and held it against one of his legs so the cum shot all over his thighs and down past his knees. His hole was opening and closing on it's own, almost like he was having an orgasm there, too. Then I bolted off the chair, grabbed my dick through my pants and FILLED my underwear with cum. (And I mean fucking filled. That fucking shit destroyed a good pair of underwear, and by the time I got on the train to go home, it had leaked out into my jeans and glued my pants against my skin. Did I care?) When David finally got a grip on himself, he pulled up his pants and, kind of sheepishly, said, "I didn't expect that to happen." Bullshit. "Me neither," I said. More bullshit. "I should get going," he said. "You should clean up your legs first," I told him. We were pretty shy around each other after that. Strange part is, after I'd had him, I wasn't that much into him anymore. He'd come around my office, but, Fuck you, I thought, if he wanted it, he could beg for it. He didn't and then, six months later, I moved to Boston. But boy, was that hot and incredible material for hours and hours of jacking off. Dave, if you're reading this, come visit. and if you want some more action, all you gotta do is ask, buddy.

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