True Stories of my experiences

[westlonman]

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.

 

[westlonman]

I think all my fetishes began from a young age.
My only contact with other guys that I fancied were the male school teachers.
So it was obvious that you would get a crush on one or two, or three!

There were two teachers that stand out a mile than the others, from my past.
One taught PE, the other, Economics.

PE teacher, I'll call James. Around 28yrs old.
He had a fit, toned, swimmers body, quite lean.
He was around 5'10 tall, dark short hair and had the hairiest legs I'd ever seen on a man! Truly, it looked like he had black joggers on!

Economics teacher, I'll call him Carl. Around 30ish.
He was tall, around 6'0, regular body, dark longish hair, thick dark sideburns and he had quite thick legs, which led up to quite a plump ass. It looked strange on him, as his ass was slightly off proportion to the rest of his body, in that, it was quite big for his build, and sort of wide at the hips, (if you get my meaning) His ass would always jig from side to side, almost bounce, as he was walking around.

These two were my fantasies as I used to wank off thinking about them.

It was during winter one day, as we were finishing PE, that I overheard a lad who had walked into the changing rooms to give a message to James and said, Mr Brown (Carl) can be in the gym for 4pm today.

I wanted to know why. Were they going to work out together, or do some other sport related activity?
I decided to hang around.
After school finished that day, I went to the library to do some supposed work.
Around 4.20, my patience and curiosity on overdrive, I went quietly to the gym. I quietly peeked through the doors and saw James & Carl playing badminton.
James, I'd always seen in his shorts, those crazy hairy legs of his, wild and fuzzy. But it was the first time I saw Carl in a pair of shorts. Burnt into my mind, they were quite tight fitting white shorts.
His thick legs were also very hairy, covered with quite fine hair, laying flat on his skin. As for his ass in those shorts!!
As they were running around the gym, playing, I watched his chunky ass bouncing around like crazy. Each time he bent over, I wanted to bury my face between those big cheeks.
I left, as I didn't want to be seen by them.
As I was walking away, an idea came into my mind.
After the game, surely they were going to have a shower.

The school gym and changing rooms backed on to the sports field. Half of the gym building was underground, the other half above ground. The part that was above ground had a row of about 4 or 5 long, but narrow frosted windows running the length of the changing rooms, for ventilation purposes. These row of windows were at the top of the showers and drying area.
I ran to the back of the building onto the sports field, totally deserted and the sky was pitch dark by now.
I waited there, by one of the slightly opened windows, with baited breathe, hoping they would come to the showers.
After what seemed like an eternity, in they walked to the communal showers.
Honestly, the gap in the window I was spying on them from was probably only open about 2 or 3 inches, but I could see everything. I was looking down on them from above. I was so scared of being seen, either by them or by someone else, but luck was on my side. Besides it was so dark outside, they wouldn't have been able to see me.
Imagine, two of the guys you have a crush on are stark naked in front of you, taking a shower!!! Soaping up the parts of their bodies you would never see!
What are the fucking chances! It was such a taboo, to see your teachers naked, but my god, it made my day!

James, soaping his crazy fuzzy hairy legs, but a smooth ass! Hey, wasn't expecting that! He had a nice shaped ass. Just a bit of chest hair, down the middle of his chest, again a surprise. But he had a thick, fuzzy man bush going on, which I expected. He had a dark, uncut cock, just regular in size, with dark balls.
(I've had a fetish on that ever since - as I'd never seen a white man with such a dark coloured cock and balls)

Carl, I was in love! His ass was just heaven. Big, chunky, full and round, covered in hair! His thick legs and calves also very hairy.
(another fetish of mine, probably started from here, over guys with thick legs, thick calves and huge asses)
His ass crack was even hairier and when he bent down to soap his feet!!!!! OMG! That wide ass just got bigger! His chest wasn't that hairy, but his stomach was and he had a thick treasure trial from his belly button down to his thick bush. He also was very bushy, uncut cock, roughly the same size as James. His balls were bigger and fuller than James's.
They were talking and laughing together, totally oblivious that they were being spied on by me.
I just stared at them, from one to the other, totally transfixed, trying not to miss a thing.

After about 5 or 10 minutes, the show was over, they grabbed their towels and walked to the dry area.
I left, walking home with the biggest smile on my face, and the hardest cock in my pants.
Who could I tell?