Author: AlpacaKush Copyright 2023 All rights reserved. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author.
This is a story of mixed fiction & non-fiction. Names, characters, places, and "incidents" are either the product of the author's horny imagination or are used in complete fiction. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, is pure coincidence and also the result of the author's imagination.
Warning: This story contains adult situations, language, and consensual sex between adult men. If this is illegal to possess in your state or country, please close your browser and go elsewhere on the Internet.
Introduction
I remember looking at the trees as we drove into town and thinking, "this isn't so bad". It was a fall afternoon and the leaves on the trees had begun to change colors to that beautiful copper-brown color that always reminded me winter is soon. In Georgia, cooler weather is cherished, you see, because the much of the year is humid and miserable. It was the first time I had visited this new town we were to live in and as unhappy about the move as I was, I was powerless to do anything to stop it. My previous job was a contract and it had recently ended. While it had paid well, I was horrible with money and spent it on lavish trips, a luxury car, and other material things. When the gravy train, as it were, stopped - my world came crashing down and I had to move back in with Mom and Dad.
My Dad had taken a job in this new town, though it was only a couple hours away from where I had grown up and they were building a new house. Most of the neighborhood was still empty lots, with the occasional house every 3rd or 4th lot, but we had been told all lots had sold and construction would be finished in a year or two. I remember thinking to myself, "great, I get to enjoy the sound of construction for the next few years" and commiserating about the entire ordeal.
It would take me years to really work through the emotions I was experiencing (and burying away) at the time as I would later realize what I hated about the move the most wasn't necessarily moving back in with my parents - it was having lowered access to sex. One of the joys from my life, something I was able to enjoy quite frequently, had been taken away and I resented the move for a long time.
Small towns, especially in the south, aren't chock full of men looking for sex (of any kind) with another man, in fact - it can be quite dangerous. These were the days before Grindr and other apps existed, in fact, the iPhone had only been out for a couple years. So, I was accustomed to using Craigslist, Adam4Adam, and (though I may be dating myself here) gay.com chat rooms to find men. It was incredibly tedious, to be honest. It's way easier to find some fun these days, I have to admit.
One of the consolations to moving here was access to legitimately high-speed internet. Growing up, we lived in a very rural area and only had dial-up in the beginning, then satellite internet before I moved out. Though I still had access to a vehicle, it was an hour or more drive to see my "regular buddies" in the city, so I knew visits with them would dwindle. Fast Internet kept me satiated for a short time with quick access to porn, but it wouldn't last forever. I loved the male form far too much to live with just porn.
I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself. During the time of this story, I was in my mid-20s. I'm a white male of Irish/Scottish descent, approx. 5 foot 9" & 200 lbs, with an average sized uncut tool. I'm also a horny bastard and though I love the male form, I especially enjoy wrapping my lips around a man's penis. Worship, I suppose, would be the proper term for what I truly enjoy. My buddies prior to the move truly enjoyed my services. I would often head over to their house, walk in, get on my knees (or in some cases, depending on how they were seated, sit down) and service them for as long as they wanted. I also have some kinks, which you'll discover later on.
(Author's Note: Perhaps I will share some of those stories after this one is finally out of my mind.)
Those who really know me would say I have a type, and they'd be right. For I had known the type of men I found attractive since I was a child - masculine, hairy manly-type men, of any race. I particularly loved (and still do) a man with hairy legs, hairy pits, and a hairy pubic bush. For me, there's just something incredibly erotic about being sat on the floor in front of a man, his hairy legs outstretched to my left and right, and his hairy, erect penis in front of me, while I orally worship him, my hands rubbing the hair up and down his legs and thighs - and that's just a start.
For the first year or so, my sex life really dwindled. I went from being able to enjoy the company of a man and his penis near daily to only a few times a month. Mostly it was people passing through who stopped at one of the Motels, which didn't present the most ideal conditions for sex as you can imagine.
A New Neighbor Arrives
Although my weekly penis worship sessions may have almost completely stopped, construction in our neighborhood certainly did not. Multiple houses went up, mostly full of families with young kids. Around this time, I remember Adam4Adam had introduced the location feature which was just recently available in major web browsers, so it was convenient being able to see people close to you - especially new accounts which might be new neighbors. Both of my parents worked at the time, so it wasn't impossible to have men over to the house. It happened occasionally, though not with any neighbors. Mostly people willing to drive over from the small town adjacent to where I lived, or someone passing through, since the interstate was also nearby. Funny how horny some people get while they're on the road!
I worked from home at the time, but did take the occasional walk around the neighborhood to see the changes happening. Also, being a techie, I was waiting on the local phone company to finish installing fiber internet in the neighborhood so we could get faster internet. On an afternoon constitutional, I noted of the new two-story homes going up down the road had a large concrete truck halfway thru their yard and they were having a pool installed. I immediately felt jealous, I always wanted a pool growing up, or hell, even a hot tub, but my Dad had experienced what it was like to lose a friend to drowning in a pool and fear of his only son drowning in the backyard pool kept my dream of summer pool parties from becoming a reality.
The main road that runs around our neighborhood is approximately a mile, this was by design I was sure, since it makes it easy to count the number of laps you've done while on your bike, or jogging/walking. On my second lap around, I passed the same house - the one getting the pool - and spotted this incredibly handsome man doing something in the yard. He was very tan, I could tell he was definitely of Greek or perhaps Armenian descent, and figured he was just with the people installing the pool. He nodded at me as I walked past, I waved, and I'm sure I had some dirty thoughts about him as I headed home.
Some weeks later, my Mom needed me to head up to the grocery store. This wasn't an atypical request since my work hours made me available during the daytime. Now, if you ask me, the perfect time for grocery shopping is either very late or very early in the morning. Mid-day runs put you close to potentially getting stuck in a school zone or getting caught in the checkout line behind all the parents who got there at the last minute and are in a rush to get out so they can pick their kids up from school on time.
But, I digress...
The grocery store was thankfully mostly dead, just some vendors restocking shelves, older people at the pharmacy or in checkout, and they had some fun 80s music playing on the Muzak. Making my way through the store, I stopped in the bakery to get those delicious Hawaiian Sweet Rolls and whom did I see? Handsome tan man! Turns out he is the new store manager.
"Hey, didn't I see you in the neighborhood a few weeks ago? You live up the street, right?", he asked while approaching me.
Confirming my initial thoughts, I responded, "Yes, I did! You were having your pool installed, right?" Now standing next to me, I could read his name tag - Clayton - was his name. As we shook hands, I got a better look at him. Built like a football player, a little over 6 foot tall and stocky with a thick chest, I could tell he worked out a bit. Beefy, I would call him, not ripped. I could also tell that he was a pretty hairy dude, with a lusciously filled beard and some chest hair coming thru the buttons of his polo.
Mesmerized by the sheer handsomeness of this man, and it took me a moment to realize he was talking to me. "Yes", he responded, "we were having our pool installed. In a few weeks, another company is coming to screen it in so we can enjoy it year round without worrying about bugs."
"We", he kept saying, and that's when I noticed two things - the wedding ring and his scent. Clayton had this scent that was reminiscent of cologne, but also that musk hyper-sexualized men sometimes have. It doesn't smell of man funk, it's the pheromones emitted on the primal level, by instinct.
One of my kinks is man-scent. To be clear, not the type of man scent that comes with having bad hygiene and not showering for days on end. But the kind of scent that is pheromone driven. Their horny desires emanating from their penis, being captured in the pubic bush above. For example, you smell it when you've been at dinner with someone, who in the back of your mind you're longing to fuck senseless and you've been pre-cumming through each course, imagining how tight their throat and asshole are. At some point, you have to get up and excuse yourself during dinner to use the restroom, and as you unzip your pants to piss, the manly odor that comes up from your penis just fills the room. That's what I'm talking about.
Snapping back to reality, "Oh, that's great. I imagine you and your wife will be quite happy here in town.", I replied, trying not to make it obvious that I would drink this dudes bathwater.
Clayton and I chatted for a few more minutes and I learned that he had just moved from a different part of Georgia to manage this store and was looking forward to raising his 2 kids in the local schools. Around this time, he was pulled away by another customer. We shook hands again and parted ways.
I remember walking to the restrooms in the back because I wasn't sure if I had came while we were having our interaction. His musk was still in my nose and it was driving me crazy, I could only imagine what his pits or bush smelled like.
Up Close, Almost Personal
The weeks flew by and winter turned into spring. It was finally warm enough to do things like take afternoon walks, go to the beach and swim. I guess Clayton had taken notice as well, as I noticed him frequently working out with his garage door open. It seems he had just acquired one of those all-in-one home gyms. My horny mind would begin to wander each time I caught a glimpse of him, I craved to smell his musk again and had to devise a way to do that. Unfortunately for me, the houses in our neighborhood are all on a small hill, so you can't see into someone's garage really well from the sidewalk.
As it happens, the local phone company had recently finished installing their fiber network in our neighborhood and were offering great pricing for people to switch away from the cable company. Did I mention I'm a techie? We cancelled our cable internet and made the switch to fiber. I made a note to myself to chat with Clayton about his internet provider the next time I saw him in the yard, or maybe I could catch him while he was getting the mail. I had devised a plan to be in this mans presence up close, hopefully while he's in regular clothes or after he's had a workout.
Sure enough, a few days later I'm out on a walk and see Clayton getting his mail. The man is in a tank top and basketball shorts. "Fuck yes", I thought. He's either about to workout, or has already worked out and is getting the mail before he goes in to take a shower. It was a 50/50 chance so I took it. It also appeared his wife wasn't home, since her car wasn't in the drive.
I caught his eye and he waved as he closed his mailbox. "Clayton!", I said in a semi-raised voice, "I wanted to know if you've seen the fiber internet offer that just became available..."
Clayton turned around and walked closer to the sidewalk. My heart began racing, I had to remain calm so I didn't stutter and make it obvious I was engaging in conversation for no reason other than to ogle this fine man. "I'm not sure if you heard, but the phone company just finished installing fiber in the neighborhood and we can all get up to 1 Gigabit internet service now for pretty cheap.". which was true, compared to the cable company, who only offered up to 500 Mbps at the time.
"Oh yeah?" Clayton responded. "We have service from the cable company and it isn't so bad, but we don't use the internet a lot. The thing I hate is renting the modem. Before we moved here, that wasn't something our old internet service provider did."
Jackpot! Gold stars went off in my head. For I too hated paying for modem rental from the cable company and knew if you owned your own modem, they wouldn't charge you an extra rental fee. I also knew that we had just switched to fiber from the phone company which doesn't use a cable modem, so our modem was available. My devious and horny mind jumped to warp speed 7.
"You know Clayton, since we just switched to the fiber service from the phone company, we have our old cable modem and you can have it if you want... it should save you some money on your bill." Shamelessly, I offered this man some tech equipment just to get close to him, but I didn't care. It was so worth it.
Up close, I could see he was indeed quite hairy, the hair backs of his hands glistened in the sunlight as he held the mail up to his head as a make-shift visor. I could see his fur worked its way up his arm to his shoulders and no doubt his chest and back. I was also able to see his legs for the first time, muscular and thick, covered in a lush layer of jet black hair that seemed to lead all the way up his legs.
"Oh yeah? Dude, that'd be great, if you are sure you don't mind." Clayton replied.
I confirmed the offer, "Sure man, no worries, I will walk down to the house and grab it now for you".
"Heck yea bro! I'll be having a workout when you get back, so just walk up to the garage." Clayton said, turning away and walking up his driveway. I could see the muscles in his calves flex as he walked away.
Now, I am not a stupid man. I knew it would only take me 5-10 minutes to get home, 5 minutes to grab the cable modem and power cable, and another 5-10 minutes to get back up to Clayton's house. I also knew he might get annoyed if I showed up just after he started his workout routine, and not wanting to deviate from it, he would say something to the effect of "oh awesome man, thanks a lot. Just set it over there.", minimizing my chances of catching the man in a sweaty, musky, post-workout state. So, I decided to wait about half an hour to an hour.
Believe me, once I got home, my sex drive went into overdrive and it took everything I had to not masturbate before going back over to Clayton's house.
Hey Bro, My Eyes Are Up Here
It felt like forever, but around 45 minutes later, I grabbed the cable modem and it's power adapter and began walking over. So many scenarios kept playing out in my mind, but what I had hoped the most was that his wife was still out and not soon to return.
I could hear the sounds of metal hitting metal as I approached his house. Yes, he's still working out I thought to myself. Walking up the driveway, I kept in mind not to stare at him if he was in any sort of "sexy position" while on his workout bench. "Hey Clayton!" I said, as I made it to the threshold of his garage. His truck was the only vehicle in the drive, so I knew his wife wasn't home.
Now, if a psychic had told me the stars had aligned and the universe would bestow to me a visual treat that day, I wouldn't have believed you, but here he was; this hunk of a man, lying on a weight bench. Clayton was wearing a ball cap, tank top, basketball shorts, and sneakers. The way he was seated highlighted the muscles in his calves and I had a clear visual of his bulge. I spotted a tattoo on his right bicep, one of those tribal designs. Very bro-like and it only made him hotter.
"Hey Matt, did you find the cable modem?" he asked, just as he set the weigh bar down. I had him in full view, but I was still unable to see his pits in full view.
"Yep, got it right here", I confirmed, as I began to explain to him what he'd have to tell the cable company when he called to do a modem switch, as well as what to look out for on the next few bills to be sure they took the fees for the rental off his account properly.
I didn't realize it at the time, but I was not making consistent eye contact with Clayton. I mean, how could I when all I could do was imagine this man dominating me in a variety of very dirty ways. As Clayton sat up on the bench, his basketball shorts bunched up a bit around his crotch giving me a nice view of his penis and scrotum.
The shorts also rode up above his knees a little bit and I could see his fur continuing over his knees to his thighs. One of my favorite things about the male body is the way the hair looks and feels on the various parts of the body. Many people attribute their love of food to texture. One of the many reasons I love men is because they have texture, due to body hair. I'm not sure if you have ever been with a hirsute man, but the density and texture of their body hair varies depending on the area of the body. Hair on the knees is often a bit more dense and short, than the hair on their calves or thighs, and I thoroughly enjoy the way the transition in texture feels.
As I walked over to hand him the modem and power cable, he stood up and it was then I caught his familiar scent. I almost fell to my knees to submit to this man then and there.
"By the way Matt, what do you do?" Clayton asked me. It had never occurred to me he would ask me personal questions. In my head, I had boxed my encounters with this man in the same box I put men I've hooked up with - don't share personal details, it's not a relationship. His question caught me off guard and I stuttered to answer, "I work in tech doing software and hardware support. I work from home, so I have the house to myself during the day. It's really nice and the new fiber internet makes it a lot better." I hoped he picked up on the subtle hint that I was "free" during the day, but one can never tell.
Clayton laughed, "That's cool, maybe I can call you to fix my computer sometime. Do you play games? I have Playstation and Xbox upstairs. The kids have a Nintendo something or other, but I really love the first person shooters and racing games."
Fuck me, I thought. This man has no idea, but one of the guys I used to hook up with prior to the move was a hairy gamer guy in his mid-30s. He loved to have me come over after he went for a run or had a workout and worship him while he played Playstation. It was something I found incredibly sexy - being face down in this guys plush bush, his penis down my throat, inhaling his "bro-stink" (as he liked to call it) while he plays multiplayer first person shooters on voice chat and the entire time the people at the other end are no wiser he's getting his penis and testicles orally worshipped.
Truth be told, I was a gamer. "Yeah, I have an Xbox and Playstation at home as well. I also game on the computer, doing things like Warcraft, as well as some of the racing games like Asetto Corsa."
"Awesome man" Clayton replied, "That'd be cool to game with you sometime. Thanks for the modem, I'm gonna hit the shower before the wife gets home and get the modem installed."
I felt a surge of dopamine hit my brain. The same dopamine hit that men who enjoy being submissive get when they've done something good for someone that is dominating them, even if it's only imagined.
As we shook hands, I looked down to get one last look at his calves and bulge. Clayton said, "Thanks again man, and hey - by the way..."
Catching my attention, I looked up at him, and finishing his sentence he said "my eyes are up here bro. See you later." and as he let go of my hand, he gave me a wink, then turned and walked into his house using the door in his garage.
I felt my face turn as red as a tomato and thought I might have had a heart attack. If smartwatches had been a thing at the time, mine surely would have alerted me there was an anomaly in my heart-rate. Nearly falling over myself, I exited his garage and headed home.
That's it for now, I will publish the next chapter soon. Comments are welcome, email me! alpacakush (at ) att.net