I had just returned to my old home town. Being gone for a few years of touring Europe after college. My career in the travel industry had given me the opportunity to do so, to see many places and many cultures. Many different cultures and people. But now I wanted back home. Back to the US and the people I used to know and hang out with.
So in returning I continued my career and was able to get a modest home in a fairly nice neighborhood near some old and dear friends. A good older friend that I was best friends with her younger sister back in the day. Pat had grown older and had a son. His name is Vince. It had been almost 20 years since I had seen Vince. He is my old friends nephew. Someone I had kept in touch with as much as I could throughout the years. My friend had known that I was gay for many years. She had sent me pictures of her family and had kept me updated on what she and they had been doing for years. I in turn had done the same.
So her family also had known I was Gay through the letters and pictures of past lovers through the years. When I had last seen Vince he was much younger. And he was a runt. Through pictures I had seen him grow up. But I hadn't seen a picture of him in a few years. So I was not prepared for the `Hunk' of man that I standing in front of me when we met again. He was 27 now, an adult now, 6'1" but big, about 215 pounds of solid man. With meaty arms, the forearms lightly covered in soft light brown fur. And strong looking legs that I could see from the shorts that he was wearing. I had forgotten he had blue eyes, But they were beautiful, soft and kind looking.
We greeted and hugged. I could feel his muscles underneath the clothes he wore. When he pulled away I had stolen quick glances at his body. The clothes could barely contain his bulk. I could see he was also hairy from the fur peeping out from the top of his open shirt. I couldn't tell if he had a package due to the baggy shorts though, although those shorts could not hide the big bubble butt packing the rear of them.
"Damn he's hot." Was what I thought to myself. "Vince has become a hot freaking guy"
He was much younger than myself though. I being 10 years his senior. 6ft. tall, slim, only about 160 pounds. I met his girlfriend Myra, who I thought was very nice, though his mother didn't care for her very much. She is a short little thing standing next to him, about 5'2". I imagined her lying next to him in bed, Vince wrapping those big arms around her. and I thought she was a lucky girl to be in bed each night with him. And my mind configured the hot imagery of it too. I had to shake the image off to keep from getting excited.
We talked about old times. How crazy we were. Always getting into trouble, his aunt, him, my sister and me. They were fun times. I found myself trying many times to check out his crotch. But the damn shorts gave no indication, yet when he sat down they would ride up his thighs, which I could get a better look at his legs. Thick and covered in that soft brown fur. I started to see myself crawling in between those thighs licking them, my tongue washing the soft fur with saliva. And I could indeed see myself worshiping those thick legs too.
My cock began to twitch in my pants as I pondered doing just that. My tongue raking up and down Vince's fantastic thighs. Weeks past. I had continued to work.
"Gotta pay for this new house." I would say to myself.
But I went over to his parents house once in a while to talk to his mom Pat and see how she was doin'. Vince had moved back with his parents about a year ago when his roommate got married. So I would see him there if I past by after a days work. They only lived a few blocks away. It was actually Pat who convinced me to move there. When she heard I was coming back she said there were small single family homes in her area at a reasonable price. something about having me near.
Anyways, Vince would be sitting on the couch at nights watching the big screen T.V. looking for sports or something `cool' to watch, typical straight man, sports and beer. Don't get me wrong I love sports very much myself. Not your typical gay man. But that's all this man watched. Whenever I would see him he would always great with a "hey" but that's all. We began to talk about sports and other things that we had in common and I found myself enjoying his company.
The following weekend I came by to say hi to Pat and Vince. There he was staring at the T.V. again watching baseball.
"Hey". He said. "hey Vince" I said back
He was sitting in the chair wearing Camouflage shorts. They went down to his knees so it covered his hot legs. I noticed the game was one I had wanted to see. Not a local team yet I mostly wanted to see a pitcher from one of the teams. I sat down on the couch near Vince to watch. My pitcher was pitching. I always though he was kinda hot. another reason I was wanting to see the game.
"That's the one". I thought to myself. Vince got up and asked if I wanted a beer. "Sure, Thanks". I said.
He got up and walked toward the kitchen. While he walked away I had to check out his ass again. It looked so big as he walked away. When he came back. He handed me the beer and went to sit down back in the chair. When he sat down I caught a glimpse of a slight bulge on the left side. It looked like the head of his dick, but I really couldn't be sure. I decided then to come over more often. So we could talk about sports and stuff.
A few weeks later I went over on Saturday because there was a race I was interested in seeing. Hey Big screen! When I got there Vince answered the door. He was wearing a pair of sweat shorts that were a bit skimpier than he had worn in the past, showing his gorgeous thighs, and a t-shirt that clung to his big frame. I on the other hand had a pair of dockers' on. I followed him to the family room where the T.V. was. Watching his big yummy ass strut in front of me. As we passed the kitchen he asked if I wanted a beer. He had a case he wanted to go through.
"But of course, my friend." I said. "I would love a brew"
I sat down on the couch. As he came by he handed me the beer and went to sit down. The mounds of his ass were making me drool.
"Hey, where's your mom and dad?" I asked. "Oh, they will be gone most of the day. My dad had to go to the office and work, and my mom is over at her friend's house. Bingo or something."
As he sat it looked like his dick was poking forward in the front of his shorts. But since the motion was too quick I wasn't sure. Vince glanced at me as I stared at it for a moment. Vince looked at me quizzically. Had he caught me staring at him. I started to say something about the race to move it along, just to take the uncomfortable moment away. He just smiled and turned toward the T.V. like usual. We kept commenting back and forth about things, sports, cars and whatever for the next few hours. With every chance I got I would look at his body. Stealing looks at his arms, his legs which were big and furry. The hem of the shorts riding up high enough so that I could see most of his thighs almost all the way up to the crotch, And the crotch which at one point he shifted in his seat and I could see the outline of his balls. They looked pretty big, at least from my vantage. He looked at me at one moment and I quickly turned toward the T.V.
"Want another beer." He said. "Its okay, I'll get it, how `bout you?" I answered. "Yeah, that'd be great."
I had to step out of the room as I was starting to get a familiar horny stirring in my shorts. And the kitchen was a good enough place. I went in there and adjusted my stirring cock. I got back to the room gave it to him and sat back down. I was silent for a while just staring at the T.V.. It seemed like we had been there all bloody day. But it's only been a few hours. But I stayed watching the T.V. vowing not to look at him again. A little while later I had started to get sleepy from sitting there for so long. I was about to tell him that I was gonna go. When I turned to tell him, I looked to see that he was asleep.
"Vince, hey Vince. Dude I gotta go man." I said to the guy.
No answer. I figured I would write him a note to let him know that I had left. As I was getting up I glanced over at his crotch. My eyes flew right at it and stayed locked to the area between his meaty legs.
"Holy Shit!" I thought to myself.
Apparently while falling asleep his body moved down in his seat, which caused his package to thrust outward. I stared in awe at the sight before me. His legs were spread fully apart. The left one extended downward and straight while the right was leaning up against the arm of the chair. The shorts had ridden up so tight to his crotch. And it made a perfet view of his full and 'big' package. It was HUGE! I could clearly see the outline of his big balls as they filled the lower part of his shorts, just inches from the cushion below.
I had to get a better look. Lust and want filling my head. Needs that started to control my next actions. So I moved across the couch I had been sitting in to the other side, which was next to his chair. But in my rush my hand hit his knee, stopping in my tracks to wait for him to wake. 'Shit' I huffed as I looked at the hot sleeping guy. But he didn't move.
Could he be out because of the near case of beer we had drunk. He drank most of it though. Would this allow me to get a better look with out him waking?
"Oh man" I thought. "Just a close look to see. He's so damn fuckin' hot. I gotta try."...
