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His legs were a work of art—covered in a light dusting of blond hair. Every time I saw him during the warm spring and summer months wearing shorts, I couldn’t help but admire the way the sunlight played off his legs, highlighting the soft, golden strands. I now realize that Kyle’s beautiful legs gave birth to my hairy leg fetish.
Kyle and I were the same age; I had turned 18 a few months earlier and he was a few months older. We had gone to school together, and lived in the same neighborhood.
Kyle was popular, the kind of guy everyone liked. But for me, he was a source of intense, forbidden fantasies. I imagined him naked countless times, especially when I was alone, jerking off. His thick, hairy thighs and legs were the focal point of these fantasies. I imagined them in every scenario—Kyle sprawled out on a bed, his legs spread wide, naked and revealing his cock. In my mind, it was thick and long, the perfect complement to his hairy legs. His balls were large and in perfect proportion to his magnificent cock. His ass was covered with a light coating of blond fuzz.
Kyle was always friendly to me. No pretense, but we weren't close. I think I put up a wall, not wanting him to see through the veneer of lust that I had for him.
I played it cool. Just another guy about to start a new adventure in college. One day, Kyle saw me on the street. He came up to me and said "I hear you're going to the University of Minnesota in the fall," he said. "Yep, it was between that and UW," I replied. "Wow...guess where I'm going?" he smiled. "Same as you." I pretended to be excited, but deep down I knew that the subject of my lust would not be left as a distant memory but would be spending the next four years in close proximity.
We shared information—majors, the dorm we would be living in during the first year. I was going to be earning a degree in Physical Science, then pursuing a doctorate in Physical Therapy. I was also doing a 16-week program to get my massage certification, something I've always been interested in and that I think will just enhance my ultimate goal of being a physical therapist. Kyle was going to be a Business major who wanted to then get his MBA. He was in a different dorm than me--just a few blocks away from my dorm.
The summer passed quickly, and soon it was time to leave for Minneapolis. I hadn't thought about Kyle much this summer, having successfully pushed him out of my mind—at least for now. Over the summer, I came out to my parents, something that was very hard for me to do. Surprisingly, they took the news well. In fact, my mom told me that she thought I was gay for several years. My dad hugged me and said, "You're the same knucklehead we've always loved; nothing is going to change."
My parents helped pack up my car, and soon, after several hugs, I was on my way to a new life. I settled into my dorm, met my roommate, a chill guy named Dale. Classes started, and I was settling into the rhythm of college life
It was still warm; a late summer heatwave had hit the Twin Cities. I was walking to my next class when I heard a familiar voice: “Eric...wait up.” I turned and it was Kyle. He was wearing a T-shirt and tight shorts that showed off his beautiful legs, the object of my adoration. He had gotten a great tan this summer, and it made the fur on his legs glisten. He came up and gave me a hug. "Good to see you," he said. "I’ve been wondering where you were. What are you doing later? Want to get together later to catch up?" How could I say no? We agreed to meet at the Student Union at 5:00 and grab a bite to eat. "Gotta run," he said and was on his way.
We met at the Union, ordered a bite to eat, and found a table in an out-of-the-way area. While eating, Kyle asked what my summer was like. I decided there was no better time and told him that I came out as gay this summer to friends and family. "No worries, bro," he said. "I'm cool with that." Kyle told me about his summer, having spent quite a bit of time at his family's lake cottage. He then remembered something—"I hit the jackpot on roommates." "Why's that?" I asked. "My roommate had a last-minute change of plans and didn't come here. I never met the guy. The best news is that for the rest of this year I have no roommate. A room all to myself."
Over the next several weeks, Kyle and I would get together at least twice a week. Sometimes grabbing something to eat; going to a movie, or just walking around campus. On a few occasion, he joined me for a jog. It was neat; I was friends with a straight guy (that I had lusted over) and he was cool with me being gay.
After a particularly intense jog of ten miles, Kyle asked me if I wanted to go back to his room and have a few beers. His dad had bought them for him when his parents came to visit a few days ago on the way to visit relatives at their lake home in Minnesota. He told me that his parents allowed him to drink beer after he turned 18 and knew that he was responsible. "Sure," I said. "I'd love to." "Yep, just chill and have a few beers," he replied. “First I need to go take a shower and clean up”, I told him “I’ll be back in about an hour” Kyle replied; “Good idea, I need one too".
I went back to my dorm, took a quick shower, and changed, throwing on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt and sandals. The weather was still beautiful, and I wanted to take advantage of the end of the warm weather. Winter would be here soon enough. I headed over to Kyle's dorm and went up to his room, 528, and knocked on the door. "Come on in," he yelled. I entered, and he obviously had also just taken a shower. His curly blond hair was still damp. He was wearing tight gym shorts and a tank top. I had three fetishes that I had discovered over the past several months. I loved hairy legs, especially blond hairy legs; I loved armpits, and I loved nipples. Kyle was the personification of my three fetish’s; the tank top showing his arm pits, the tight shirt showing off his nipples and, of course….those legs’
"Make yourself comfortable," Kyle told me. I settled into a love seat that was pushed against the wall, directly across from Kyle's bed. He put on some music and went to the small fridge and grabbed a couple cans of beer, handing one to me. "Cheers," he said. We talked about everything and nothing. I don't think he could tell that he was the object of my desires—if he only knew how often he appeared in my jerk-off fantasies. Kyle was propped up on his bed, with a few pillows allowing him to sit up. He slung his legs over a chair that he had pulled up, giving me a close-up view of his legs; the blond hair gleaming and leading up into his shorts.
Kyle then asked if he could ask me a question. "Sure," I said. "When did you know you were gay?" he asked. "Why do you ask?" I responded. "Well, I had this feeling that you may be gay...just the way you looked at me, and when I caught you looking, you would turn away. So, it was just a suspicion," he said. I told him that I had known for several years but just wasn't ready to come out until recently. "Cool," he said.
Kyle told me that while he was straight, he sometimes wondered what it would be like to be with another guy. "Just curiosity; not something I would ever do," he continued. "Do you find me attractive?" he asked. "I do," I told him. "You are a great-looking guy."
"Thanks," he said, getting up to get us another beer. "But what is it that you find attractive about me?" he asked. "This is embarrassing," I told him. "Come on, it's just us. Tell me," he said. I took another gulp of beer, then said, "Well—and you are going to think this is weird—I love your legs, Kyle. I love your legs, especially since they are covered in that beautiful blond hair." "Seriously?" he asked. "Yep, seriously," I replied. Kyle rubbed his upper thighs. "So you like these?" he asked. I sat silently and nodded.” He got up and grabbed us our third beer; my last of the night. I had an early morning class. Plus, I know that alcohol and lust can be a dangerous combination.
We went back to friendly banter, and in a few minutes, having chugged the last beer, I told him that I need to go home. “Let’s do this again, Eric. Why not take advantage of not having a roommate” Sounds good. When I was leaving he gave me a quick hug, which I returned.
The following week we were planning on getting together for a jog later in the day; I think it was a Sunday, when I got a call from Kyle. “Hey, bro, can I get a raincheck on the jog. I was playing a pick up basketball game with some guys in the dorm and I twisted the shit out of my back I think I need to rest”. “No worries” I said., continuing “Hey Kyle, I have an idea. You know I’m doing the massage certification program. Would you like me to give you a massage? That may loosen things up and help with the pain” “You’d do that for me” “Sure”, I said, continuing, "We need to get practice hours in and you could be once of my practice victims", I said laughing. "That would be great. And I still have some beer, so come on over" Kyle said he would jump in the shower to freshen up. You don’t want to massage a stinky body, after all. I had just taken a shower so I was ready to roll. “Ok.. see you at 7:00” “Sounds like a plan” Kyle responded.
I sat down and started thinking…What was I doing? Then I rationalized it. Kyle was in pain; and all I was going to do was massage his back and sore shoulder. Yep…that’s all it was.
I got to Kyle's, bringing my backpack with massage lotion and a spare sheet that I would spread on the bed. Kyle answered the door wearing a pair of black gym shorts and a white T-shirt. He went to the refrigerator and brought out two beers. Let’s relax for a bit. We sat and talked about a lot of stuff. Things going on back home in Wisconsin, our mutual dislike of a certain professor and sports. Kyle loved sports. I knew enough to not sound stupid, but he was really into; especially his favorite Green Bay Packers. “And here I am going to school in the middle of Viking territory”, he laughed.
We finished our beer and I asked Kyle if he was still up for the massage. “Definitely” he said. I warned him; I was new to this; I had just started the program a few weeks ago. “No worries, bro. Hopefully you can get some of the pain to subside.” I got up and spread the sheet on the twin bed that was to have been his roommates. I put a couple of pillows at the head of the bed. Kyle got up and said, “so how does this work?” “You can leave your shorts on, but take off your shirt” He took it off, revealing a beautiful chest with a light dusting of blond hair. His nipple were large…perfect to suck on, I thought.
“Ok, get on your stomach. Just relax and breathe” I got the massage lotion; I preferred this to oil, and poured some into the palm of one hand. Rubbing them together as I straddled Kyle. One leg on each side of him. I put the palms of my hand on his back and slowly pushed up to his neck, following his spine as my guide. Then back down again. “Wow, that feels great. You really know what you’re doing”, he said. I moved to his left shoulder and after finishing a thorough massage of it, I moved to his right shoulder; the one that he had injured. I slowly massaged it and then dug into the muscle. “Ouch…that hurts” Kyle said. I told him to breathe through it, which he did. I spent a good fifteen minutes on the shoulder and really loosened it up. “Eric, that is incredible. It feels 90 percent better” I finished with some long strokes on his back and then massaged his neck. I swear I heard him purring. “There, how was that” I asked. “Great. It makes me want more. If you want to continue, you can massage me more. I know how much you like my legs” he laughed.
Ok..I said. I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. I moved down to the end of the bed and put lotion in my hands, once again rubbing them together. I started with Kyle’s feet, giving him what I learned was his first foot massage. After ten minutes, I got more lotion and touched, for the first time, the legs that I have admired from afar. The legs that have served as fantasy material for the past few years. I spread his legs a bit, so I could kneel between his legs. I started to massage them and the feeling of the fur on his legs was electric. I spent a few minutes working on his legs, going up as far as his shorts would allow.
Kyle turned his head and looked at me. Would it be better if I ditched the shorts? “Your choice”, I said. I’d be able to get your glutes then as well. Kyle lifted his hips and said, ‘Dude, pull them down” I pulled them off of him and threw them onto a chair next to the bed. Kyle was naked and before me I saw the ass I only dreamed about. And Yes, it was covered with just the right amount of fuzzy blond hair, which got thicker as it went down toward his asshole. I knelt on the side of the bed and started to massage one of those beautiful cheeks , taking time to work some knots out of the muscles. I took Kyles leg and brought it up to do the underside of it and caught a glimpse of his asshole, his balls and his cock, which was pointing downward. I was surprised to see that he was uncut.
I worked on the other cheek and Kyle just moaned, telling me several times how great it felt. Is there anything else I can do for you, Kind sir? I asked, jokingly. Well…you could do the other side. May as well make it a full massage experience. To this point I was able to massage hm without popping wood, but this may be a bridge too far. “Sure thing, I said. Turn over”. Kyle hesitated and then said, “there’s only one thing. My dick is hard.” I laughed. “A natural reaction to a massage” “Cool”, Kyle said and he turned over and exposed a beautiful, thick uncut cock; at least seven inches long His balls were huge.. just as I had imagined they would be.
I didn’t say anything and simply started to massage his legs and thighs. A couple of times my hand grazed his balls and cock. After massaging his legs, his cock had gotten even harder. He was now leaking precum out of the tip of his foreskin. I went to his chest and started to massage his pecs. In massage school they tell you to avoid the nipples. In this case, I was going to make an exception and I proceeded to pay special attention to his beautiful nipples. His moans told me that he was clearly enjoying it. Thinking it was time to finish the massage, I proceeded to massage his abdomen and public region right down to the base of his cock. I then put both hands on his chest and told him to take several deep breaths to bring the massage to a close. I breathed with him.
I jumped off the bed, pretending to clean up so that I could cover my erection. Kyle sat up. His cock was still hard. “Down, boy” he laughed taking his cock in his hand. Kyle then looked over at me and saw my cock tenting my shorts. Good, I’m not the only one, he laughed.
Kyle laid back on the pillows and his cock stayed hard. He then said “Kyle, do you mind if I take care of this, grabbing his cock”
I didn't know what to say. The man I have lusted over, who fueled my hairy leg fetish, was asking me if he could jerk off. "Sure, but you probably want privacy, so I'll grab my stuff and get out of here so you can take care of it in private”
"No, Kyle said. I'd like you to stay, and I have to be honest, you telling me about your fantasies over my legs turned me on. I was confused but I couldn't stop thinking of it after you told me the other day." “Wow, Kyle, I probably shouldn't have told you." "No, I'm glad you did." "So, do you mind?”, he continued “I really need to cum and since you're here, I'm ok if you want to rub my legs and thighs and feel the hair while I jerk off." He looked at me. "Would you like that, Eric...would you like to do that for me?" "Are you sure?" I asked. "I am...and I see how hard you are, so I think you want to do it. Why don't you lose your shorts" I stood up and took off my shirt and then pulled my shorts down in one fast push.
My cock sprang free. Kyle looked at it and said, "Impressive...and you're cut." I moved a chair over to the side of the bed and sat down. I took my hands and started to lightly rub Kyle's legs and thighs. The feeling of the hair on his thighs and his leg was incredible. I swear I could cum just by rubbing them. “That feels nice," Kyle said as he took his cock and started to slowly jerk off. The foreskin retracting and the tip of his cock in full view. I was transfixed. The sensory feel of the hair on his legs and thighs, combined with the visual of him jerking off, was powerful. By now, I was no longer feeling self-conscious about having an erection. In fact, I would be worried if I didn't have one.
Kyle stopped for a minute and looked at me. "Would you hold my balls" he asked. I didn't know how to respond, but let my hand give him the answer. I reached up and took his large balls in my hand. "Pull down on them" he asked. "I love it when my balls are pulled down. You can squeeze them, too... Yeah, Eric—I like rough play with my balls." I did as he asked, pulling down on them, squeezing them, and I even gave them a few light taps with the palm of my hand when I let go of them. I could tell from the look on his face that he was going to cum soon.
I took the next step—on my own with no prompting. I put my hand over his cock and said, "Let me finish this for you." He didn't argue, and I took his cock in my hand, the other playing with his balls and tweaking his nipples. Kyle was moaning, and after a few minutes of me he let out a moan and said, "I'm going to cum." Soon he was shooting one of the largest loads of cum I've ever seen. The first rope shot up and landed on his face. I kept milking his cock, getting every drop.
Kyle laid there, his eyes closed for a minute, then opened them and said, "That was incredible." "Nothing wrong with two guys jerking off, right?" He said. "Right," I replied. I was still hard as a rock, and Kyle looked at my cock and said, "Well, then, take care of that. I don't want you to have blue balls."
I stayed seated on the chair that was pulled up to the side of the bed. Kyle was lying on the bed. I brought my legs up and threw them over his torso. I took my cock and started to jerk off. It wasn't going to take me long. Kyle laid there and watched, and while he didn't touch my cock, he was very vocal. "Yeah, Eric, jerk that huge cock... I want to see you cum. Are you getting close... Yeah, give me your load." I let out a moan and with it a huge load of cum came flying from my cock, covering my chest. Kyle was the first to say something. "That was hot” he said as he smiled. I had to admit, it was hot, but more than that, it was totally unexpected.
I got up and grabbed a towel that I had shoved into my backpack and cleaned up both of us, first wiping up the cum that was all over Kyle; then me. I put it back into my backpack. Kyle laughed, saying ’So, now you have a cum rag with both of our loads on it”.
Kyle didn’t bother to put on his shorts and walked over to the refrigerator and got two beers. “One for the road? handing me one. I was the first to grab my shorts and pull them on followed by my shirt. Kyle sat there and said, “I’m not going anywhere, so I don’t need to get dressed” When I got up to leave, Kyle grabbed my hand and said “so, this is just between us?” Absolutely, I assured him. Kyle then gave me a hug, which I returned.
Throughout the rest of the semester, we explored numerous experiences that remain our secret. During this time, I was continually amazed by the fact that the man whose legs had once been the subject of my fantasies was now unexpectedly a part of my reality. This shift from fantasy to reality was both surreal and totally unexpected.
Kyle and I were the same age; I had turned 18 a few months earlier and he was a few months older. We had gone to school together, and lived in the same neighborhood.
Kyle was popular, the kind of guy everyone liked. But for me, he was a source of intense, forbidden fantasies. I imagined him naked countless times, especially when I was alone, jerking off. His thick, hairy thighs and legs were the focal point of these fantasies. I imagined them in every scenario—Kyle sprawled out on a bed, his legs spread wide, naked and revealing his cock. In my mind, it was thick and long, the perfect complement to his hairy legs. His balls were large and in perfect proportion to his magnificent cock. His ass was covered with a light coating of blond fuzz.
Kyle was always friendly to me. No pretense, but we weren't close. I think I put up a wall, not wanting him to see through the veneer of lust that I had for him.
I played it cool. Just another guy about to start a new adventure in college. One day, Kyle saw me on the street. He came up to me and said "I hear you're going to the University of Minnesota in the fall," he said. "Yep, it was between that and UW," I replied. "Wow...guess where I'm going?" he smiled. "Same as you." I pretended to be excited, but deep down I knew that the subject of my lust would not be left as a distant memory but would be spending the next four years in close proximity.
We shared information—majors, the dorm we would be living in during the first year. I was going to be earning a degree in Physical Science, then pursuing a doctorate in Physical Therapy. I was also doing a 16-week program to get my massage certification, something I've always been interested in and that I think will just enhance my ultimate goal of being a physical therapist. Kyle was going to be a Business major who wanted to then get his MBA. He was in a different dorm than me--just a few blocks away from my dorm.
The summer passed quickly, and soon it was time to leave for Minneapolis. I hadn't thought about Kyle much this summer, having successfully pushed him out of my mind—at least for now. Over the summer, I came out to my parents, something that was very hard for me to do. Surprisingly, they took the news well. In fact, my mom told me that she thought I was gay for several years. My dad hugged me and said, "You're the same knucklehead we've always loved; nothing is going to change."
My parents helped pack up my car, and soon, after several hugs, I was on my way to a new life. I settled into my dorm, met my roommate, a chill guy named Dale. Classes started, and I was settling into the rhythm of college life
It was still warm; a late summer heatwave had hit the Twin Cities. I was walking to my next class when I heard a familiar voice: “Eric...wait up.” I turned and it was Kyle. He was wearing a T-shirt and tight shorts that showed off his beautiful legs, the object of my adoration. He had gotten a great tan this summer, and it made the fur on his legs glisten. He came up and gave me a hug. "Good to see you," he said. "I’ve been wondering where you were. What are you doing later? Want to get together later to catch up?" How could I say no? We agreed to meet at the Student Union at 5:00 and grab a bite to eat. "Gotta run," he said and was on his way.
We met at the Union, ordered a bite to eat, and found a table in an out-of-the-way area. While eating, Kyle asked what my summer was like. I decided there was no better time and told him that I came out as gay this summer to friends and family. "No worries, bro," he said. "I'm cool with that." Kyle told me about his summer, having spent quite a bit of time at his family's lake cottage. He then remembered something—"I hit the jackpot on roommates." "Why's that?" I asked. "My roommate had a last-minute change of plans and didn't come here. I never met the guy. The best news is that for the rest of this year I have no roommate. A room all to myself."
Over the next several weeks, Kyle and I would get together at least twice a week. Sometimes grabbing something to eat; going to a movie, or just walking around campus. On a few occasion, he joined me for a jog. It was neat; I was friends with a straight guy (that I had lusted over) and he was cool with me being gay.
After a particularly intense jog of ten miles, Kyle asked me if I wanted to go back to his room and have a few beers. His dad had bought them for him when his parents came to visit a few days ago on the way to visit relatives at their lake home in Minnesota. He told me that his parents allowed him to drink beer after he turned 18 and knew that he was responsible. "Sure," I said. "I'd love to." "Yep, just chill and have a few beers," he replied. “First I need to go take a shower and clean up”, I told him “I’ll be back in about an hour” Kyle replied; “Good idea, I need one too".
I went back to my dorm, took a quick shower, and changed, throwing on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt and sandals. The weather was still beautiful, and I wanted to take advantage of the end of the warm weather. Winter would be here soon enough. I headed over to Kyle's dorm and went up to his room, 528, and knocked on the door. "Come on in," he yelled. I entered, and he obviously had also just taken a shower. His curly blond hair was still damp. He was wearing tight gym shorts and a tank top. I had three fetishes that I had discovered over the past several months. I loved hairy legs, especially blond hairy legs; I loved armpits, and I loved nipples. Kyle was the personification of my three fetish’s; the tank top showing his arm pits, the tight shirt showing off his nipples and, of course….those legs’
"Make yourself comfortable," Kyle told me. I settled into a love seat that was pushed against the wall, directly across from Kyle's bed. He put on some music and went to the small fridge and grabbed a couple cans of beer, handing one to me. "Cheers," he said. We talked about everything and nothing. I don't think he could tell that he was the object of my desires—if he only knew how often he appeared in my jerk-off fantasies. Kyle was propped up on his bed, with a few pillows allowing him to sit up. He slung his legs over a chair that he had pulled up, giving me a close-up view of his legs; the blond hair gleaming and leading up into his shorts.
Kyle then asked if he could ask me a question. "Sure," I said. "When did you know you were gay?" he asked. "Why do you ask?" I responded. "Well, I had this feeling that you may be gay...just the way you looked at me, and when I caught you looking, you would turn away. So, it was just a suspicion," he said. I told him that I had known for several years but just wasn't ready to come out until recently. "Cool," he said.
Kyle told me that while he was straight, he sometimes wondered what it would be like to be with another guy. "Just curiosity; not something I would ever do," he continued. "Do you find me attractive?" he asked. "I do," I told him. "You are a great-looking guy."
"Thanks," he said, getting up to get us another beer. "But what is it that you find attractive about me?" he asked. "This is embarrassing," I told him. "Come on, it's just us. Tell me," he said. I took another gulp of beer, then said, "Well—and you are going to think this is weird—I love your legs, Kyle. I love your legs, especially since they are covered in that beautiful blond hair." "Seriously?" he asked. "Yep, seriously," I replied. Kyle rubbed his upper thighs. "So you like these?" he asked. I sat silently and nodded.” He got up and grabbed us our third beer; my last of the night. I had an early morning class. Plus, I know that alcohol and lust can be a dangerous combination.
We went back to friendly banter, and in a few minutes, having chugged the last beer, I told him that I need to go home. “Let’s do this again, Eric. Why not take advantage of not having a roommate” Sounds good. When I was leaving he gave me a quick hug, which I returned.
The following week we were planning on getting together for a jog later in the day; I think it was a Sunday, when I got a call from Kyle. “Hey, bro, can I get a raincheck on the jog. I was playing a pick up basketball game with some guys in the dorm and I twisted the shit out of my back I think I need to rest”. “No worries” I said., continuing “Hey Kyle, I have an idea. You know I’m doing the massage certification program. Would you like me to give you a massage? That may loosen things up and help with the pain” “You’d do that for me” “Sure”, I said, continuing, "We need to get practice hours in and you could be once of my practice victims", I said laughing. "That would be great. And I still have some beer, so come on over" Kyle said he would jump in the shower to freshen up. You don’t want to massage a stinky body, after all. I had just taken a shower so I was ready to roll. “Ok.. see you at 7:00” “Sounds like a plan” Kyle responded.
I sat down and started thinking…What was I doing? Then I rationalized it. Kyle was in pain; and all I was going to do was massage his back and sore shoulder. Yep…that’s all it was.
I got to Kyle's, bringing my backpack with massage lotion and a spare sheet that I would spread on the bed. Kyle answered the door wearing a pair of black gym shorts and a white T-shirt. He went to the refrigerator and brought out two beers. Let’s relax for a bit. We sat and talked about a lot of stuff. Things going on back home in Wisconsin, our mutual dislike of a certain professor and sports. Kyle loved sports. I knew enough to not sound stupid, but he was really into; especially his favorite Green Bay Packers. “And here I am going to school in the middle of Viking territory”, he laughed.
We finished our beer and I asked Kyle if he was still up for the massage. “Definitely” he said. I warned him; I was new to this; I had just started the program a few weeks ago. “No worries, bro. Hopefully you can get some of the pain to subside.” I got up and spread the sheet on the twin bed that was to have been his roommates. I put a couple of pillows at the head of the bed. Kyle got up and said, “so how does this work?” “You can leave your shorts on, but take off your shirt” He took it off, revealing a beautiful chest with a light dusting of blond hair. His nipple were large…perfect to suck on, I thought.
“Ok, get on your stomach. Just relax and breathe” I got the massage lotion; I preferred this to oil, and poured some into the palm of one hand. Rubbing them together as I straddled Kyle. One leg on each side of him. I put the palms of my hand on his back and slowly pushed up to his neck, following his spine as my guide. Then back down again. “Wow, that feels great. You really know what you’re doing”, he said. I moved to his left shoulder and after finishing a thorough massage of it, I moved to his right shoulder; the one that he had injured. I slowly massaged it and then dug into the muscle. “Ouch…that hurts” Kyle said. I told him to breathe through it, which he did. I spent a good fifteen minutes on the shoulder and really loosened it up. “Eric, that is incredible. It feels 90 percent better” I finished with some long strokes on his back and then massaged his neck. I swear I heard him purring. “There, how was that” I asked. “Great. It makes me want more. If you want to continue, you can massage me more. I know how much you like my legs” he laughed.
Ok..I said. I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. I moved down to the end of the bed and put lotion in my hands, once again rubbing them together. I started with Kyle’s feet, giving him what I learned was his first foot massage. After ten minutes, I got more lotion and touched, for the first time, the legs that I have admired from afar. The legs that have served as fantasy material for the past few years. I spread his legs a bit, so I could kneel between his legs. I started to massage them and the feeling of the fur on his legs was electric. I spent a few minutes working on his legs, going up as far as his shorts would allow.
Kyle turned his head and looked at me. Would it be better if I ditched the shorts? “Your choice”, I said. I’d be able to get your glutes then as well. Kyle lifted his hips and said, ‘Dude, pull them down” I pulled them off of him and threw them onto a chair next to the bed. Kyle was naked and before me I saw the ass I only dreamed about. And Yes, it was covered with just the right amount of fuzzy blond hair, which got thicker as it went down toward his asshole. I knelt on the side of the bed and started to massage one of those beautiful cheeks , taking time to work some knots out of the muscles. I took Kyles leg and brought it up to do the underside of it and caught a glimpse of his asshole, his balls and his cock, which was pointing downward. I was surprised to see that he was uncut.
I worked on the other cheek and Kyle just moaned, telling me several times how great it felt. Is there anything else I can do for you, Kind sir? I asked, jokingly. Well…you could do the other side. May as well make it a full massage experience. To this point I was able to massage hm without popping wood, but this may be a bridge too far. “Sure thing, I said. Turn over”. Kyle hesitated and then said, “there’s only one thing. My dick is hard.” I laughed. “A natural reaction to a massage” “Cool”, Kyle said and he turned over and exposed a beautiful, thick uncut cock; at least seven inches long His balls were huge.. just as I had imagined they would be.
I didn’t say anything and simply started to massage his legs and thighs. A couple of times my hand grazed his balls and cock. After massaging his legs, his cock had gotten even harder. He was now leaking precum out of the tip of his foreskin. I went to his chest and started to massage his pecs. In massage school they tell you to avoid the nipples. In this case, I was going to make an exception and I proceeded to pay special attention to his beautiful nipples. His moans told me that he was clearly enjoying it. Thinking it was time to finish the massage, I proceeded to massage his abdomen and public region right down to the base of his cock. I then put both hands on his chest and told him to take several deep breaths to bring the massage to a close. I breathed with him.
I jumped off the bed, pretending to clean up so that I could cover my erection. Kyle sat up. His cock was still hard. “Down, boy” he laughed taking his cock in his hand. Kyle then looked over at me and saw my cock tenting my shorts. Good, I’m not the only one, he laughed.
Kyle laid back on the pillows and his cock stayed hard. He then said “Kyle, do you mind if I take care of this, grabbing his cock”
I didn't know what to say. The man I have lusted over, who fueled my hairy leg fetish, was asking me if he could jerk off. "Sure, but you probably want privacy, so I'll grab my stuff and get out of here so you can take care of it in private”
"No, Kyle said. I'd like you to stay, and I have to be honest, you telling me about your fantasies over my legs turned me on. I was confused but I couldn't stop thinking of it after you told me the other day." “Wow, Kyle, I probably shouldn't have told you." "No, I'm glad you did." "So, do you mind?”, he continued “I really need to cum and since you're here, I'm ok if you want to rub my legs and thighs and feel the hair while I jerk off." He looked at me. "Would you like that, Eric...would you like to do that for me?" "Are you sure?" I asked. "I am...and I see how hard you are, so I think you want to do it. Why don't you lose your shorts" I stood up and took off my shirt and then pulled my shorts down in one fast push.
My cock sprang free. Kyle looked at it and said, "Impressive...and you're cut." I moved a chair over to the side of the bed and sat down. I took my hands and started to lightly rub Kyle's legs and thighs. The feeling of the hair on his thighs and his leg was incredible. I swear I could cum just by rubbing them. “That feels nice," Kyle said as he took his cock and started to slowly jerk off. The foreskin retracting and the tip of his cock in full view. I was transfixed. The sensory feel of the hair on his legs and thighs, combined with the visual of him jerking off, was powerful. By now, I was no longer feeling self-conscious about having an erection. In fact, I would be worried if I didn't have one.
Kyle stopped for a minute and looked at me. "Would you hold my balls" he asked. I didn't know how to respond, but let my hand give him the answer. I reached up and took his large balls in my hand. "Pull down on them" he asked. "I love it when my balls are pulled down. You can squeeze them, too... Yeah, Eric—I like rough play with my balls." I did as he asked, pulling down on them, squeezing them, and I even gave them a few light taps with the palm of my hand when I let go of them. I could tell from the look on his face that he was going to cum soon.
I took the next step—on my own with no prompting. I put my hand over his cock and said, "Let me finish this for you." He didn't argue, and I took his cock in my hand, the other playing with his balls and tweaking his nipples. Kyle was moaning, and after a few minutes of me he let out a moan and said, "I'm going to cum." Soon he was shooting one of the largest loads of cum I've ever seen. The first rope shot up and landed on his face. I kept milking his cock, getting every drop.
Kyle laid there, his eyes closed for a minute, then opened them and said, "That was incredible." "Nothing wrong with two guys jerking off, right?" He said. "Right," I replied. I was still hard as a rock, and Kyle looked at my cock and said, "Well, then, take care of that. I don't want you to have blue balls."
I stayed seated on the chair that was pulled up to the side of the bed. Kyle was lying on the bed. I brought my legs up and threw them over his torso. I took my cock and started to jerk off. It wasn't going to take me long. Kyle laid there and watched, and while he didn't touch my cock, he was very vocal. "Yeah, Eric, jerk that huge cock... I want to see you cum. Are you getting close... Yeah, give me your load." I let out a moan and with it a huge load of cum came flying from my cock, covering my chest. Kyle was the first to say something. "That was hot” he said as he smiled. I had to admit, it was hot, but more than that, it was totally unexpected.
I got up and grabbed a towel that I had shoved into my backpack and cleaned up both of us, first wiping up the cum that was all over Kyle; then me. I put it back into my backpack. Kyle laughed, saying ’So, now you have a cum rag with both of our loads on it”.
Kyle didn’t bother to put on his shorts and walked over to the refrigerator and got two beers. “One for the road? handing me one. I was the first to grab my shorts and pull them on followed by my shirt. Kyle sat there and said, “I’m not going anywhere, so I don’t need to get dressed” When I got up to leave, Kyle grabbed my hand and said “so, this is just between us?” Absolutely, I assured him. Kyle then gave me a hug, which I returned.
Throughout the rest of the semester, we explored numerous experiences that remain our secret. During this time, I was continually amazed by the fact that the man whose legs had once been the subject of my fantasies was now unexpectedly a part of my reality. This shift from fantasy to reality was both surreal and totally unexpected.
