All my stories are true. When I look back on my life, (not that I'm that old now) but anyhow, I have realised that I have seen (and experienced) many different things, which I'd like to share. I mean, who else can I tell all these stories to?
I've already posted here on LPSG many adventures I've had, but there are so many more.
I just hope this is the right place to write them.
I've always, from a young age been turned on by hairy men. I think it's because they looked so masculine and virial. Body hair was a sign of "A real Man" so my eyes over the years would radar in on hairy guys.
The college I attended used to organise many trips away for the weekend, in relation to our studies. I'd made friends with a gay guy, and another that was Bi. On one such trip, we found out that one of the teachers I had a crush on, (my friends didn't) was going to come too. Usually, depending on the amount of students going, they allocated equal teachers.
So, Mr. Smith (I'll call him) was in his late twenties, early thirties and was newly married - a year before this trip.
We were around 20yrs old. He was a very friendly, down to earth guy, more of your mate, than a teacher.
Mr. Smith was scruffy. Blonde hair, a bushy blonde beard that went down his neck and joined his chest hair and when his shirt button was undone you could see thick blonde hair poking out around his neck.
Our first night we went to the nearest pub after class and as we were sitting having drinks Mr. Smith came in with another teacher. They said hi to us and walked off somewhere else to drink and chat.
I said to my mates, I'd love to blow him, they laughed and said "What Messy Smithy?" I didn't care, the guy was hairy and quite good looking under all that hair.
Before this story gets too long, the long and short of it was that after the other teacher left, he came and sat with us. Had another drink or two, or three, or four, with us (I wanted to get him really plastered!) We all left and started walking back to the hostel we were staying at. My mate took out a joint. Mr. Smith was sort of, "No, you shouldn't be doing that" etc. etc. We gave him a few pulls and he was already stumbling and slurring his words. We got back to the hostel and we had a few more drinks with him in his room, (we were well stocked, and he couldn't put up an argument for us to be in his room) we all sat on his bed chatting etc. etc. He finally passed out on the bed.
I looked at my mates, they automatically said "NO! NO!" it was my only chance. I opened his shirt buttons and this forest of blonde, thick hair was exposed. Nice pink nipples. I sucked his nipples a bit and licked his hairy chest. I looked to see if there was any reaction, but no, he was out for the count!
My mates were by the door nodding no no no, but I didn't stop.
I undone the zip of his jeans and pulled them down a bit. The hair was continuing down into his pants. I pulled them down and my heart beating fast, as I saw the wildest, bushiest crotch I'd ever seen! Thick, natural dark blonde hair, his crotch was just a mass of hair, you could just about see his skin. His pink cock was limp, uncut and his pink balls, covered in thick hair was a sight for sore eyes. I so wanted to blow him, but.........would he even get hard? I sniffed his crotch, ran my hands all over his bush and then decided I couldn't go further. We zipped him up, done up his buttons and quietly crept out.
Till today, I think of him, and if only!
I'll write another one of my experiences soon.
Any questions, please feel free to ask.
I've already posted here on LPSG many adventures I've had, but there are so many more.
I just hope this is the right place to write them.
I've always, from a young age been turned on by hairy men. I think it's because they looked so masculine and virial. Body hair was a sign of "A real Man" so my eyes over the years would radar in on hairy guys.
The college I attended used to organise many trips away for the weekend, in relation to our studies. I'd made friends with a gay guy, and another that was Bi. On one such trip, we found out that one of the teachers I had a crush on, (my friends didn't) was going to come too. Usually, depending on the amount of students going, they allocated equal teachers.
So, Mr. Smith (I'll call him) was in his late twenties, early thirties and was newly married - a year before this trip.
We were around 20yrs old. He was a very friendly, down to earth guy, more of your mate, than a teacher.
Mr. Smith was scruffy. Blonde hair, a bushy blonde beard that went down his neck and joined his chest hair and when his shirt button was undone you could see thick blonde hair poking out around his neck.
Our first night we went to the nearest pub after class and as we were sitting having drinks Mr. Smith came in with another teacher. They said hi to us and walked off somewhere else to drink and chat.
I said to my mates, I'd love to blow him, they laughed and said "What Messy Smithy?" I didn't care, the guy was hairy and quite good looking under all that hair.
Before this story gets too long, the long and short of it was that after the other teacher left, he came and sat with us. Had another drink or two, or three, or four, with us (I wanted to get him really plastered!) We all left and started walking back to the hostel we were staying at. My mate took out a joint. Mr. Smith was sort of, "No, you shouldn't be doing that" etc. etc. We gave him a few pulls and he was already stumbling and slurring his words. We got back to the hostel and we had a few more drinks with him in his room, (we were well stocked, and he couldn't put up an argument for us to be in his room) we all sat on his bed chatting etc. etc. He finally passed out on the bed.
I looked at my mates, they automatically said "NO! NO!" it was my only chance. I opened his shirt buttons and this forest of blonde, thick hair was exposed. Nice pink nipples. I sucked his nipples a bit and licked his hairy chest. I looked to see if there was any reaction, but no, he was out for the count!
My mates were by the door nodding no no no, but I didn't stop.
I undone the zip of his jeans and pulled them down a bit. The hair was continuing down into his pants. I pulled them down and my heart beating fast, as I saw the wildest, bushiest crotch I'd ever seen! Thick, natural dark blonde hair, his crotch was just a mass of hair, you could just about see his skin. His pink cock was limp, uncut and his pink balls, covered in thick hair was a sight for sore eyes. I so wanted to blow him, but.........would he even get hard? I sniffed his crotch, ran my hands all over his bush and then decided I couldn't go further. We zipped him up, done up his buttons and quietly crept out.
Till today, I think of him, and if only!
I'll write another one of my experiences soon.
Any questions, please feel free to ask.
