I was intrigued when I learned my local book store was holding weekly lectures on paleontology, partially because, well, the book store is still open in today’s world and also because I enjoy paleontology. I quickly signed up and dug out some of my old paleo books and headed out the door trying not to be late.
Arriving just in time, I got a seat in the second row. It wasn’t surprising there weren’t many in attendance as it’s not a popular subject for any city, much less one like mine that focuses mostly on technology. Like most people, I suspect, my expectation was for an older, dirty looking man – maybe even with a lazy eye – to lead the lecture. My eyes widened as a handsome man younger than me took the podium and started talking. Now I wouldn’t say he was sexy in the traditional sense; he’d not likely be on the cover of any fashion magazine. But I’ve never been strongly attracted to the traditional sexy man. I prefer those that are different. If a man has a big nose, is bald, has a belly hiding his abs…I find that incredible sexy – as long as they’re masculine. This man – his name is Steve – was right up my alley. He was taller than my six foot two inch frame, skinny and wore glasses. He was a posterchild for the work dorky. But his big brown eyes, dark hear, reddish-brown beard, great smile and hairy forearms really got my attention. And he was intelligent!
I was so intrigued with his presence and knowledge that I attended every Thursday night for the remainder of the series. Every week, post lecture, there was a private question and answer where anyone in attendance could go to Steve directly and ask questions, discuss the night’s topic or whatever else. I noticed few if any stayed to discuss anything after the lecture ended.
On my second week of attendance, I sat in the front row partially out of interest in the topic and also to get closer to Steve – hey I am a man after all! I noticed Steven noticing me that week and I wondered if he was attracted to me (he wore no wedding ring) or if the vibe I was putting off was making him uncomfortable. Ay any rate, I noticed that, for a skinny guy, he could wear the hell out of a pair of jeans! After the lecture I made my way to Steve and introduced myself. I mentioned my interest in the topic and he thanked me for attending.
“I wish there was more interest here” I told him.
“Well, this isn’t for everybody” he replied.
“Too many people only into whatever shit is coming out of a Kardahsian’s mouth than anything else” I lamented, which elicited a laugh from Steve.
“Yeah I never understood that group either. Famous for a sex tape?” he said.
“I guess you just have to be in to that to understand” I admitted.
“Yes – not for me!” he said. Did that mean he’s not in to women or that he’s just a prude? I hoped for the former.
We discussed the recent papers of Jack Warner and a few others as the bookstore cleared out without us realizing. Steve was surprisingly easy to talk to and I warmed up to him quickly. I was close enough to see some chest hair peeking out through the top button of his plain white button up shirt. I could smell his cologne coming off of his body. I had to shift myself around to hide my boner in my jeans as the manager approached and brought to our attention the store is closing.
“I know a place around the corner if you’d like to continue or discussion” I offered.
“Sure. That would be nice” he replied, smiling broadly through his bearded face.
He followed me to a local coffee shop in his VW. VWs, for those that don’t know, are very popular in what I call the preppy crowd as well as the gay community. So this gave me more hope that somehow I’d bed this sexy paleontologist. We grabbed a table and a couple cups of teas. We started off discussing dinosaurs and the like, but he quickly moved the conversation to a more personal level. I found myself sitting in towards him more as I listened to his life story and how he got to where he is now at such a young age. Every other word cause me to be more attracted to him. I felt my dick staying forever hard when I realized I’m probably pre-cumming all over myself. I reached down to my jeans to find my crotch soaking wet. I knew I couldn’t hid it when we had to leave so I knew I had to do something about it.
“I need to use the restroom real quick – all this tea – will you excuse me?”
“Of course” he said sitting back in his chair.
I trotted towards the restroom, grabbed some paper towels and started to try to dry my wet spot from my jeans. I pulled my bard cock to the side and tried to soak up as much pre-cum as I could and was so engrossed in it I didn’t notice when Steve walked in. I’m not sure how long he was there but when I saw his reflection in the mirror – just standing there watching me – my heart sank.
I locked eyes with him in the reflection of the mirror and time stopped. I watched him walk in to the stall immediately behind me. Without shutting the door, he turned around and motioned for me to come in there with him as he unbuttoned his jeans. I turned to look at him directly, assuming I wasn’t seeing him correctly in the reflection.
There Steve stood, in the stall, jeans unbuttoned and pulled down to his knees, blue boxers pulled down to his hairy thighs and his had cock in his hand. He smiled and motioned again for me to join him. Which I did quicker than I thought I could move with my own pants opened.
“I noticed you the first day you showed up” he whispered.
“Really?” I asked
“Yes. Not many hot guys attend my lectures” he continued.
“You didn’t go unnoticed yourself” I admitted.
He pulled my jeans down and grabbed my boxer brief’s wet spot.
“Very nice” he hissed as he pulled my underwear down enough for my cock to spring forward. “Very nice!” he whispered as he leaned in and took my cock head in his mouth. I braced myself on the stall walls as he slid myself fulling in to his mouth with no gag reflex. I felt his hot mouth envelope my entire cock, which isn’t small, as his tongue twirled around my shaft. As he pulled back, his lips locked on my cock with such force I thought my skin would be removed. It hurt and felt amazing at the same time.
He rose up and leaned in to my ear. “I’ve been wanting to do that since day one” he whispered.
I looked up in to his big brown eyes as he slowly stroked my wet dick. His cologne smelled so good at that very moment that I forgot, for a second, he also had a cock. I reached out and grabbed his dick. It was average thickness but exceptionally long and ended with a throbbing head that, too, was wet with his pre-cum. As I ran my hand down its lengthy shaft, I could feel a big vein run down the top of it with my thumb, which ended in a coarse bed of public hair. I reached down to feel his nuts and was amazed at how large they were. I don’t know how he kept from crushing them when he sat down!
I quickly bent down and looked at his cock head. Throbbing with each heart beat, pre-cum slowly gathered at it slit. I quickly licked it off and his body convulsed at the mere touch of my tongue. I had to admit to myself I was sorry we were in public because, if he quivered at this, what other moves and noises could I get him to make? But I made due with where I was at.
Slowly I forced his long dick in to my mouth. It seemed like it was never ending! Inch by inch I took Steve in to my mouth until I had to force him down my throat. I hadn’t taken a cock that long in my mouth for some time and it took some doing but, with one last breath, I was able to bury my nose in to his pubes. I could feel his cock throb in my throat as I held my breath, enjoying him and he grabbed the top of the stalls for balance. I knew I needed a breath soon so I pulled back off of him, watching each wet and shiny inch immerge from my mouth. As I caught my breath, I watch his hard cock bounce in front of my face with each beat of his heart. I reached up and cupped his gigantic, hairy nuts in my hand. They were warm and moved around as I touched them. Looking up at him, I ran my hand up his surprisingly sort hair on his belly, finding abs hiding behind that soft hair. Intrigued, I stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt. What I initially thought would be a skinny body was, in fact, a very defined and hairy work of man art! Steve was the type of dorky guy that, while not a gym rat body, had the perfect ‘thin-but-toned-because-of-the-work-I-do’ type of body. I stepped back again to admire what I didn’t except.
“Fuck dude. You’re even sexier than I imagined! I wish we were at my place” I said in honest awe.
“I’ll follow you” Steve said in a matter of fact way.
“Yeah?” I replied.
“Yes. It’s been took long since I’ve been with another man” he said buttoning up his shirt.
In no time we were dressed, I popped my head out the stall door to make sure we were alone and we left, staggered so as not to bring attention to ourselves, dropped some cash on the table, and left the shop only to arrive at my place a few minutes later.
I was still hard as I unlocked the door and I didn’t even have my keys hung up before Steve grabbed my head and locked his bearded lips on to mine. I’ve never kissed a bearded guy before and I loved it! His tongue seemed as long as his cock as it explored my mouth with a vengeance. I reached down and, once again, had his pants and boxers around his knees, his long dick standing at attention once more. I pulled away and almost ripped off his pretty white button up shirt to get access to that body.
I latched on to his neck like a starving vampire, causing him to almost fall over backwards. I chewed on his neck. It was then I put two and two together and realized he wasn’t simply a skinny dork, he was a skinny, muscular dork. I made my way down from his neck to his collar bone, where I was met with some of that soft hair. His chest hair bloomed out to his shoulders and then just stopped as if on queue. As I moved from his neck to his hairy peck, my left hand slid down his side, causing his body to quiver, around his hairy thighs, around to his hairy, large nut sack. I secured his balls, as best as I could, with my left hand as my tongue found his right nipple, surrounded with down like hair. With each flick of my tongue on now erect nipple, he gasped, his body still quivering. I sucked and chewed on that nipple as he tried to pull away, but I help him close to me with strength I didn’t know I had.
Still wrapped around his balls, I could feel his hard, long cock smack my forearm occasionally, thanks to his shaking body. I moved from his nipple down to his stomach, my tongue wetting a path through his hair to his flat stomach, my other arm sliding down his back keeping him close. His breathing had picked up quite a bit once I hit his nipple but I didn’t want to let up.
Still holding on to his nuts, I slide my cheek down his stomach to his pubes, which were perfectly trimmed, to the base of his schlong. I scratched up and down his shaft with my two days’ worth of stubble, knowing from experience how much this hurt and feels good at the same time. He tried to push my head off of his cock but I used my hand that was on his back and quickly moved it down and slid my middle finger in to his hairy hole. He screamed like a bitch as I entered his no no place. I quickly hooked my finger inside him, which caused him to release my head. This meant I could continue to scrap his sensitive cock with my stubble. He cried and begged me to stop, so I didn’t. At least for a few minutes. But I didn’t want to hurt him too much, so I backed off of his cock and sat back, sill holding on to his balls and finger still inside him, allowing him to catch a breath.
“Son of a bitch!” he cried between breaths. “I’ve never had someone do this to me before” he said looking down at me. Looking back up at him, I could barely see him through his heaving chest hair.
“I am to please” I said as I licked the head of his now pre-cum covered cock. He threw his head back gasping again as I took only his cock in my mouth.
I sucked his head as I pulled down harder on his balls. I watched him and every time he looked down at me, I’d twirl my finger inside his ass, which caused him to fall back on to the wall. I was in total control.
I decided I wanted finish him off so I started slamming his cock in to my throat. I didn’t release his balls – I wanted to hold them and control his cumming as much as possible. After a few minutes I could feel his balls starting to pull up against my hand harder and his legs started to quiver – I knew he was close – so I latched down on his cock just far enough so I could taste his leaking semen, held tightly to his nuts, and started fucking his hole with two fingers. A animal like growl started deep inside him, which surprised me to be honest. Still looking up at him, fingering his hole, he looked down at me – his bearded mouth agape. I felt his hole clamp down on my finger. A second later he emptied himself in to my mouth. Enormous amount of hot cum blasted in to my mouth. I was dumbfounded by how he just pumped load after load in to me. With each blast (and they were blasts!) he emitted a growl that seemed highly uncharacteristic of such a dorky man. He thankfully never thrusted himself deeper in to my mouth as that would have probably drowned me!
I counted eleven or twelve full blast of cum in to my mouth. I hadn’t anticipated on swallowing but I had to in order to keep it from spilling out! He cam so hard he forced my fingers out of his hole. He pulled out of my mouth, legs still shaking and cum stringing from my lips to cock, as he pulled me up while he simultaneously kneeled down putting my now tortured cock directly at his face.
With my mouth still full of his seed, he grabbed my cock, lubed it up with my own pre-cum, and started stroking it like an expert. His salty cum still in my mouth, it took me no time before I was coating his bearded face with my own white biological paint. I covered that sexy dork’s face with my cum, as my own legs weakened. I was so spent I kneeled down to his level. I could smell my cum on his face. He placed my head on his still heaving hairy chest.
“Let me have it” he said. I opened my mouth and what cum I didn’t swallow of his, I let spill out all over his hairy chest. After a minute or two, when we’ve both caught our breaths, I saw back on my heels, realizing I never even got to take my own shirt off. I looked at this sexy, hair, cum covered dork. The smell of our cum mixed with his cologne is something I’ll never likely forget. I offered him a shower, which he happily took, while I cleaned up the mess we’ve made on the floor.
He left for the night and I continued to attend his lectures for the remainder of the coarse, which was only another couple of weeks. Then he returned to his home state, but not before we exchanged numbers. Once the weather clears, I have plans to accompany him on a dig. Maybe we’ll have our own Broke Back Mountain time while we’re digging up bones? In the meantime, sexting will have to do.
