I gave a loud, snarling moan as he licked like a maniac, savoring the taste of my sweat from the “wrestling match,” and just glorifying in how hairy I was. He lunged forward and buried his face into one of my hot armpits. My eyes snapped open and a split second later, I found out what he was talking about. I enjoyed the muscle rubbing I was getting so much that I closed my eyes. Every now and then, he’d play with my nipples, making me groan in pleasure. Uncle Tony started rubbing my brawny chest and abs again. So I put my hands behind my head and relaxed. “Heh, I saw you puffing that stogie a few minutes ago and my cock went crazy.” “But you seem like enough of a hot bear for me.” “So you like hot, hairy bears like me?” he teased as he started grinding his hips against my crotch. He leaned in and gave me a brief kiss and laughed. He then got on top of me, straddling my groin area, where I felt my cock pushing against his ass. He raised me to my feet and then pushed me onto my bed, on my back.
“I know how to take care of this,” he said. I laughed as he moved his hand up and started rubbing my hard, manly, hairy chest. “Whoa, you’re a bad dude, getting hard for your uncle Tony,” he joked. Then to my surprise, he reached down and started rubbing my throbbing cock through my pants. “Looks like big, bad Josh likes rolling around on the floor with buff guys!”
We both looked down at the front of my jeans, where it was now obvious that my hard cock was about to rip through the denim. He stopped dead in mid-sentence, as I saw his eyes move. But he followed close behind, and just as I got inside my door, he tackled me to the ground. After ten minutes, we were sweating like hell. But he was my uncle! That would be morally wrong! But even so, my lust intensified as we put each other into submission holds and whatnot. Rolling around on the floor with another masculine, hairy man was getting me aroused. All the while though, I felt my cock twitching in my jeans. We wrestled and grappled around for about ten minutes. I didn’t see him snuff out his cigar or come up behind me, and suddenly he grabbed me and slammed me onto the floor. I kinda DID want to wrestle with him though… I started walking towards the kitchen when he suddenly spoke. I felt myself growing a little hot, so I quietly took my shirt off and threw it aside. I decided I’d just go get a drink and go back to my room…to give myself a handjob. My eyes roamed his chiseled, hairy body, and followed the smoke as it was expelled from his nose and mouth… Speaking of hard as a rock, I felt my dick rapidly growing in my pants as I watched my uncle toke his cigar. I particularly developed a love for hairy chests and especially hairy armpits, which usually got me hard as a rock… Guys would then send me videos of them smoking and showing off their body hair. So I started making my own videos of me smoking and put them on the Internet. Like the guys I watched on the Internet, I had a pretty decent amount of body hair as well, perhaps more than any 17-year-old guy should. At age 17, I was about 6’1,” I had close-cut, dark brown hair, an eerily handsome face, and a hardcore, muscular body. Damn, I loved watching myself smoke, probably because I had a kind of a scruffy but virally sexy look about me. Hell, I’d make my own smoking videos too, sitting there with my shirt off, puffing on a stogie, or taking drags from a Marlboro. The buff, hairy guys in particular turned me on, and every now and then I would jack my 11-inch cock while watching them blow their smoke out in such a hot way, showing off their body hair. But even so, I had always enjoyed watching videos on YouTube of shirtless guys smoking. Now I was a tough, hyper-masculine guy who definitely liked women. WHOA! My uncle was ripped as hell and I noticed that he had a considerable amount of body hair. Uncle Tony was sitting on the couch smoking a cigar, and he had his shirt off. Around 8:00, I decided I’d go downstairs to see what he was up to. I went back upstairs to my room and watched TV. He made himself at home over the next few hours. “Boredom is contagious,” he agreed, laughing. “Hey Uncle Tony,” I replied, grinning sheepishly. And he, like myself, was VERY burly as well.
His skin was slightly tanned, darker than me. At age 35, he was only an inch or so taller than me. I had no idea that Uncle Tony would be a LOT more than company this weekend…Īt around 4:00 p.m., the doorbell rang. Hell, I’d hoped I could invite a couple of fine females over. Before they left, they’d told me that my Uncle Tony would be coming over to keep me company. My parents had left that morning for a business trip and would not be back until Sunday night.
I sat alone in the living room Friday afternoon.