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Larry meets his man - Part 1
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"Larry and Me"
Part 1
Moving to a new city halfway through high school wasn't so great, but
it did have one bonus for me: the athletic facilities at the new
school were kind of old, so I talked my parents into getting me a
membership at the West Side Fitness Club. It's great! I do my
Nautilus workout there, and pump on their stationary bikes instead of
running laps on the old track at West Side High. I've been a member
there for a year and a half now. I'm not a bodybuilder type -- I've
got a wiry, athletic kind of body, but I can never seem to build up.
I think I'm pretty good looking -- I've got curly dark hair, kind of
intense dark eyes, and I look like I've got a little bit of permanent
tan from being half Italian, and my body has really great tone -- but
I'm really shy, and I get lost in my own thoughts real easily, and
I'm not much of a socializer, so I've never really had a steady
girlfriend.
Maybe there's another reason why I've never had a real girlfriend.
Ever since I was in grade school, I've really been fascinated by
hairy men. Maybe it's because I don't have any body hair at all,
except right around my pubes. I can remember when I went to summer
camp seeing some of the counselors with their shirts off, and feeling
funny looking at the guys with their hairy chests. I felt like I
wanted to run my hands through their chest hair, or rub my face in
it. It didn't have anything to do with sex -- I mean, I was only 8
or 9 -- but it was a real strong feeling. I didn't think about it a
lot during the school year, except sometimes when I would go by a
construction site or something and see guys with no shirts on, but
the feelings didn't go away, and as I got to puberty they got even
stronger and started having sex mixed in. I'd see some big strong
guy with a hairy chest and arms riding a bicycle or throwing a
football, and I'd start having fantasies about getting naked with him
and rubbing my body up against his, and I'd get a hardon. I never
actually did anything like that -- as I said, I'm shy, and the guys
at school weren't anything like the guys that I was noticing -- but I
thought about it a whole lot. When I hit puberty and started jacking
off by myself, a lot of the time I'd imagine I was lying across some
big hairy guy's body while I was doing it.
Being turned on by hairy guys has sometimes made it kind of difficult
for me at the Fitness Club. There aren't many really hairy guys who
work out there, but there are a few, and when I'm in the locker room
after working out, I really have to keep my eyes pinned to my locker
and away from the guys walking around in the buff, because I'd get
incredibly embarassed if I got a hardon in front of everybody.
That's why I always just pull on sweats and get out of there, instead
of taking a shower.
There's this one older guy who works out at the Fitness Club pretty
regularly that I just couldn't keep from noticing. I guess he's in
his 40s. He's got kind of a gut, but even that doesn't look too bad
because it's spread around his waist instead of just all hanging over
his belt. Other than that, he's got a good body for an older guy --
it looks like he's been working out for quite a while, and he's got a
great chest and real strong legs. And he's got FUR. His chest hair
is real thick and gray and it kind of peeks over the top of his tank
top. He's even got some hair on his shoulders and back. I've had a
few looks at him when he's been on his way to the shower, and his
whole chest and stomach are hairy, and he's got kind of a line of
darker hair that starts around the bottom of his ribs and runs
straight down like an arrow pointing right at his pubes. He's got a
short gray beard and mustache that look good on him. He's half bald,
which makes him look older, but the rest of his all-over hair makes
up for it. The thing that makes me feel even funnier is that I've
caught HIM looking at ME more than once. I don't know why I feel
funny about it -- I probably just remind him of someone he knows --
but I know I'm not imagining it.
Part 2
Well, it's been a month, and it's getting close to Easter. Larry
(the older guy at the Fitness Club) has given me a lot to think
about. It was funny how we started hanging out together. We just
happened to be leaving the club at the same time one evening, and he
looked over and smiled and said hi, and asked me if I'd really gone
to Harvard (I was wearing a Harvard sweatshirt). I told him no, it
was because Harvard has a great medical school and I was hoping to go
there someday. So we started chatting about all kinds of stuff -- it
turned out that he'd grown up in Boston, and he'd had friends who
went to Harvard. That was all that happened that day. A couple of
days later, we were at the club at the same time again, and he smiled
and said hi when he saw me out on the floor, and we chatted some
more. Then the next week he asked me if I wanted to go get some
coffee or something after we finished. So we did, and just kept on
chatting about this and that. I still couldn't figure out what was
making him tick, but I know some of my parents' friends don't have
kids of their own and like doing things with me or my brother, so I
thought maybe that was the story with Larry -- especially because
he'd told me he'd been married when he was in college, and divorced a
few years later, and didn't have any kids.
The next week I ran into Larry again, and this time he asked me if I
wanted to come over to his place and listen to some music on his
stereo. I'd already found out that he really liked listening to
music, although he was into classical and I like some of the New Wave
stuff best. I figured that he had the money to have put together a
good system -- he was a scientist for a big biochem company -- so I
was all set to check it out. So that's what we did that evening. He
liked some of my tapes, and I liked some of his CDs, and his system
was good, although his living room wasn't really set up all that well
for it.
But the part of the evening that left me thinking wasn't the music.
We talked a lot about what made us tick, and Larry told me he was
gay. Gay! I read stuff in the papers about gay people, but I never
really connected it with my life. I know that gays are the ones who
are suffering the most from AIDS, because it was spread first through
gay sex and infected a lot of people before anyone realized what was
going on, but aside from that, I guess I never really thought about
gays much at all. At school guys sometimes called someone "gay" just
to rag him, but that didn't really mean anything. I guess if I
thought about it at all, I thought of gays as being kind of a group
apart from everyone else, like blacks or Vietnamese. But here was
this guy living right across town from me, working out at the same
club that I did, and he was gay. He showed me this magazine called
the Advocate, with all kinds of stuff in it -- interviews, political
columns, personal ads, cartoons. Some of it was pretty disgusting,
and some of it didn't make a lot of sense to me -- why would anyone
want to call one of these phone sex numbers?? -- but it gave me a lot
more of a picture of how gay people live.
I feel pretty confused right now. Am I gay? I turn on to women,
even though I've never actually had sex with one (or with anyone).
Sometimes when I jack off I fantasize about screwing a woman -- my
older brother has a girlfriend, and he sometimes talks about how
great it feels with her. But I also have this thing for hairy men.
When I'm around Larry, sometimes I get turned on even though I don't
really want to. We haven't done anything sexual, but sometimes he
gives me these real penetrating looks that go on and on, and I'm
starting to get the feeling that he'd LIKE to do some things. And I
guess I'm starting to want to too. I can tell he really cares for
people and wouldn't force anything weird on me, and I can tell he
likes me because he's real relaxed when we talk. And I like him too.
I'm still pretty scared -- I'm shy to begin with, and the idea that I
might be gay freaks me out some. But if I'm going to find out with
anybody, I think Larry's the guy.
Part 3
I guess I've made up my mind to do it. I've been getting turned on
around Larry all the time, and I'm sure he's been noticing that I
keep getting a hardon and breathing harder. I was over at his place
a couple of evenings ago, and I was standing looking at some titles
in his record collection, and he came up and stood behind me so his
chest was just brushing my shoulder -- I'm about 5'7" and he's a
couple of inches taller. I got so turned on I couldn't think
straight, and I kind of leaned back against his chest. It felt so
good I just stayed there for a moment. I twisted my head around to
see his face, and he was smiling in a real warm and friendly way, and
after a couple of moments he put his arms around me and I kind of
snuggled over so my back was right against his chest. I felt GREAT.
I leaned my head over to one side on his shoulder and I felt like I
was right where I belonged. I didn't feel shy at all, just real
cozy. I could feel his beard against my cheek, and his chest against
my back, and his arms around my chest, and I even felt his hardon
against my butt, and it felt wonderful and I got incredibly turned
on. I wanted to turn around and rip my clothes off (and his too) and
hold him to me while I jacked off. But I didn't do any of that, I
just stood there against him for what seemed like forever, feeling
the warmth of his body against me. Then I finally pulled away, and I
didn't feel real comfortable for a few minutes -- when I let myself
get carried away like that I always kind of withdraw a little
afterward to get my balance back. But then I felt OK again, because
I know this guy is my friend. And now I know he wants sex too, just
like I do.
One thing bothers me though. Judging from the Advocate, gays do all
kinds of sex things, and some of them are pretty weird. What if
Larry is into something like that? What if he wants to tie me up and
beat me? Or screw me in the ass? I can't even imagine how anyone
could get off on that.
......
I think Friday night is going to be "it". Larry asked me if I wanted
to go over to this hot tub place after our workout instead of
showering at the club. He says it's really nice and relaxing -- they
have these private rooms with your own hot tub, sauna, and shower,
and a place to lie down and rest in between if you want, and you rent
them by the hour. I just turned 18 in February, so I can get in.
I've been in hot tubs before -- several of the guys at school live in
apartment complexes that have jacuzzis -- but this is going to be
just a little different....
......
Friday evening, Larry and I both worked up a pretty good sweat at the
club. Then we got in our cars and I followed him over to the
Earthspring Hot Tub Center. My head was really buzzing -- I wanted
to get naked and get it on with him so badly I was leaking precum all
over my gym shorts, and I was so scared about whether he would like
it and whether he would want to do weird things that my hardon was
going up and down like a yo-yo. I felt like I was floating -- like I
wasn't really all there, like someone else was working the steering
wheel and the gear shift and the clutch and the brake. Of course I
didn't say any of this to Larry as we parked, and got out of our
cars, and walked into the place and up to the desk, and paid for the
room, and walked down the corridor to the door to the room, and went
inside, and shut the door.
As we started undressing, Larry said, "Alex, we need to shower off
before we get in the tub. Want to trade back scrubs?" That seemed
pretty safe to me, so I said sure. When I got my pants off, I had a
hardon, and I knew there was no way I could hide it, but I also knew
Larry had caught my hardons before, so I was only embarassed, not
embarassed-to-die. (Not that my cock is anything to be embarassed
about -- one thing I knew from checking out other guys at school in
the shower was that a lot of them would have been real happy to have
my good solid 7 inches.) Larry got his shorts off, and I was kind of
surprised to see he still had his foreskin. He was half hard, which
turned me on even more. He led the way over to the shower and turned
it on. When it was nice and warm, he said "How about you do my back
first?" That was OK with me -- I think just about anything would
have been OK with me, I was in such turmoil. So I took the washcloth
he handed me, and lathered it up, and started scrubbing his broad,
muscular, *hairy* back. My hard cock kept brushing against his butt,
but I noticed he didn't pull away, so after a while I just stopped
worrying about it. And while I was scrubbing, he kept making these
little "Mmmm" noises, so I figured he was enjoying it.
When I was done, he gave me this big smile and said "That felt great.
Now it's my turn." I handed him the washcloth and started to turn my
back to him, but he shook his head, still smiling. He soaped up the
washcloth again and walked right up to me, reaching around me so he
could do my back with us standing face to face. Our cocks touched
and slid by each other -- I could feel mine pressing up against his
curly pubic hair (my cock goes straight up when I'm hard), and I
could feel his next to mine, lying along my flat stomach. Then his
thick chest hair touched my hairless chest and I just lost it. I
threw my arms around him and hugged him against me. I rubbed my
cheek against the hair on his shoulders and against his beard. I
moved my hips so my cock rubbed against the fur on his stomach. I
ran my hands up and down his back and his ass. I noticed that he had
his arms around me and was scrubbing my back with the washcloth, but
I didn't even care. I was panting and my cock was hard as a rock. I
reached down with one hand and started jacking myself off. Larry
dropped the washcloth and held one arm around me, while I could feel
him reach down with the other hand to jack *him*self off. I was so
hot that it only took me about 30 seconds of pumping like crazy and I
came. Man, did I come. I usually don't have a real big load, but
this time I shot about 8 times and really soaked Larry's belly hair
with it.
When I finished shooting, I just stood there for a second with my
head on Larry's shoulder. (He didn't get off, but he stopped jacking
off when I shot.) Then I pulled back and looked at him. My legs
were trembling from momentary exhaustion, but most of all I was
trembling inside. I'd finally had something I'd wanted for years,
and it felt wonderful, and I wanted worse than anything to know that
he liked it and we could do it again, and again, and again. He
smiled another of those big smiles of his, and I knew I had no
worries. He said "That was *great*. Let's wash up and hop in the
tub." So that's what we did....
Part 4
While we were showering, I was back in my own head again. What was
going to happen now? Larry hadn't gotten off, and his cock was
pretty hard. I still wondered what he was going to want to do. And
*I* was getting hard again too.
After we got in the hot tub, we just looked at each other for a
minute. Then Larry said, "I could tell you had a lot of sexual
energy stored up. Have you had much experience with guys?" I lost
it a little bit again. I'd never really had anyone to talk with
about this -- I don't have any real close friends, and I couldn't
even think of it with my parents -- so it all kind of came out in a
rush. Larry was leaning back against the side of the tub had his
arms stretched out along the edge, and somewhere along the way I
moved over beside him and snuggled up against him and started running
my hand through his chest hair. I told him everything, about how I'd
been turned on by hairy guys for years but had never done anything,
how I'd been checking him out at the gym, how I was scared after
reading the stuff in the Advocate about what gays do, how much I
wanted to get off with him and how good it felt when we did it. I
felt like I was babbling like an idiot, but I really felt good
getting it all off my chest. And besides feeling turned on, I felt
real warm and close with him. Sitting there with my head on his
shoulder and his arm around me, snuggled up to his hairy body,
playing with his chest fur, I really felt secure, peaceful and happy
in a way I'd never felt before.
Larry didn't say a whole lot while I was talking, but he was hugging
me a lot, especially when I was going through the tough parts. When
I was through, he was silent for a bit, and then he told me some of
his story. He was born in 1947, so he was in high school in the 60s
when there was nothing about gays in the papers at all. He had
fantasies and checked out the guys in the gym just like I did, but
there was no older man in his life to talk to or to introduce him to
sex. He had his first sex when he was 19, in college out here, but
there wasn't any gay community around for him to hook up with, so he
just kind of screwed around whenever he got the chance till he was in
his late 20s. Somewhere along the way he got married and divorced --
he didn't talk much about that. When he was about 30 he started
going to gay discussion groups, and he had affairs with quite a few
guys, most of them closer to my age, but none of them worked out very
well. Finally, when he was almost 40, he met someone around his age
he really liked, and they'd been together for about 3 years. He said
he and Bob (his friend) were both too independent to live together
full time, but they did a lot of things together and spent a lot of
nights at each other's place. Listening to all this, I had about a
zillion questions, but I knew there would be plenty of time to get
them answered, because I knew Larry and I were going to be buddies
and talk a lot and have great sex together often.
By this time our hour was almost up, and we'd been in the hot tub so
long that we were starting to turn into prunes. So got out and
showered off the chlorine. We toweled each other off -- that was
fun, and we were both hard, but we didn't have time to do anything
about it then. So as we were dressing, Larry suggested we go back to
his place. I didn't need to be asked twice -- I said "Yeah!" so fast
he laughed.
......
By the time we got to Larry's place it was past 11, and between the
sex and the hot tub, I was starting to yawn a little. So when he
suggested we get comfortable in bed, it sounded good to me. It had
never crossed my mind to spend the night with him, but once we were
there it felt real natural and I knew that was what I wanted. (I
called my parents later to leave a message and let them know I'd be
out overnight -- they know I can take care of myself, so it was no
big deal.) Watching him strip, I got turned on all over again, and
when we snuggled up together under the covers, I was good and hard,
and so was he. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but I
felt nice and relaxed (as relaxed as I could with a hardon), and just
pressed up against him and enjoyed the feeling of his chest hair
tickling me.
As we were lying there together, I felt Larry slide his hand between
us and down to my balls. He stroked them gently and it felt great.
Then he slid his hand up to my cock and started jacking me off. I'd
never had anyone even touch my cock before, let alone jack me off,
but I really liked it. It left both my hands free, so I hugged him
to me with one arm around him, and ran my other hand over as much of
his hairy body as I could reach. I especially loved the fur on his
chest -- it was real thick and long and mostly gray. When I ran my
hand over his nipples, he started making little "mmmm" noises, and so
I did it some more and he started breathing harder. He said he liked
having his nipples stroked and even pinched a little, so I did that
some and he got even more turned on. Then I stroked his belly and
his hips and his ass, and he really liked that too. As I was running
my hand down the inside of his thigh, my fingers brushed his balls,
and he jerked a little and groaned. By this time I was panting and
could hardly think straight, but I knew if I did to him what he was
doing to me it would feel just as good to him, so the next thing I
knew, I was stroking his balls, and then I wrapped my hand around his
cock. It felt kind of strange -- his cock was shorter than mine, but
thicker, and the foreskin was heavier -- but I was so turned on I
didn't even think about it, and I started pumping away. He slowed
down his hand on my cock, which just about drove me crazy, but I knew
he wanted us to come together, and that was fine with me. The next
thing I knew, we both went over the top and squirted all over each
other's stomach. It felt just about as good as the first time, too.
When we were finished, we just snuggled up together in the sticky
mess and fell asleep.
Part 5
I'd never slept naked in the same bed with anyone before, and even
though Larry's was a comfortable king size, I didn't sleep real well.
I woke up the first time about 15 minutes after we'd fallen asleep,
and I was kind of confused and disoriented for a moment. Then I felt
Larry beside me (he'd turned over on his other side, so we were
front-to-back), and felt the sticky cum on my stomach and pubes, and
it all came back and I knew where I was and knew that I wanted to be
there, so I wrapped my arm around him and snuggled up and fell asleep
again.
About 3 in the morning I woke up again. Larry had turned over on his
back, and I guess his breathing had changed, because even though it
was dark in the room I knew he was awake. I said "Larry?" softly.
He said "Yup, I'm here," and turned to face me. I snuggled closer to
him, and our lips brushed. I could feel his mustache and beard
scratching my face as he kissed me, and after the first shock I
decided I liked it, and kissed him back -- another first for me. Not
like kissing a girl, and not either better or worse -- just kind of
different. No, it was better -- not because I liked the scratchy
feeling that much (although it was kind of nice because it reminded
me of all the rest of Larry's hair), but because I felt closer to him
than any of the (few) girls I'd gone out with.
After we kissed, Larry turned on his back again, and I lay against
his side with my head on his shoulder, stroking his chest. I could
hear the smile in his voice as he said, "You were worried about not
liking the kind of sex that gays enjoy. How's it been so far?" I
felt shy for a minute and couldn't say anything, so I just hugged his
chest and kissed him on the shoulder. Still with that smile, he said
"That's what I thought, somehow. Tomorrow, there's a lot more I can
show you, and it'll feel even better." I felt scared again for a
moment, but then I knew I could trust him, and in a few minutes I was
back asleep.
......
The morning was kind of an anti-climax. (Bad joke.) Neither of us
felt real horny, so we got up and showered together. This time,
instead of just doing each other's back, we did our whole body. I
started noticing other spots on my body, besides my balls and cock,
that turned me on when Larry touched them -- my nipples, a little
bit, but especially the inside of my thighs and the underside of my
crotch, almost back to my asshole. But I felt good when he was
soaping me just about anywhere. And I got a better close-up look at
his body, too. In the light, I could tell he was older -- he had
that layer of fat around his waist, and some bad skin here and there,
and the veins on his ankles showed -- but for his age he had a pretty
solid body, and his chest and legs were really great, and of course
there was all that wonderful hair.
He made us breakfast, and we agreed we'd get together again the next
morning (Sunday) since I had homework to do and he had errands to
run. As I was leaving, we hugged each other again and kissed. This
time we kissed longer, and it turned into a French kiss, which I'd
heard about a lot but never done. It wasn't real deep or passionate,
but I liked the feel of our tongues flicking around each other, and
of course I started to get turned on again. Larry pulled away and
laughed, and said "To be continued." So we hugged one more time, and
I scooted out the door.
Driving home, I couldn't get my mind off Larry. I'd had such a great
time, and I felt like I was opening up inside myself and discovering
a whole new side of life. I thought of how great sex had felt, and
how good I felt snuggled up with him in bed. I could hardly wait 24
hours till I was going to see him again. But somehow I got home and
got through the day, went for a bike ride in the hills, and even
slept like a log that night despite my excitement.
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