Wes was my work crush. Be it his green eyes, dark blonde hair or killer smile. But maybe it was his form fitting jeans, hairy blonde forearms, misplaced Southern accent or the way he looked at me, I wasn’t sure. All I know is I was happy when we shared a shift together.
The work crew had a bizarre ritual of, after the management left for the night, we’d climb up on the roof top and hang out. We called it ‘doing inventory’. Some would drink, a few might smoke a cigarette, but mostly we just hung out and socialized until the wee hours of the morning. That’s what us kids did the summer before college in our small country town.
This Friday night wasn’t as busy as normal, so we were done early with cleaning once closed. After the management left, we changed out of our work clothes into appropriate summer dress, stacked the boxes up the back wall outside and made our way to the roof top. It was me, Wes, Jonathan, Ron and Julia. Julia was infatuated with Ron, which I never understood. Ron was the guy who brought in Mad Dog every day he worked, storing it in the ice chest, only to bust it out when management left. His big nose and long, unkempt hair just didn’t sit well with me. But everyone has their own type I guess. Other than his terribly long hair, he was a decent guy.
Julia and Ron kept themselves entertained in one corner, him playing hard to get and her acting goofy and aloof. That left me, Wes and Jonathan to hang out and watch people over the edge as they walked – or more likely stumbled – to and fro.
As the night wore on, Julia left to take Ron home, before he got too drunk and fell off the roof. Jonathan had to get his mom’s car back home before she got restless, so he bailed on our ‘excitement’. Which was fine by me as it meant more alone time with me and Wes since we each had our own car, so we weren’t that stressed about leaving anytime soon.
As it almost always does with guys, the talk soon turned to girls. Wes had no issue with dates. He was a rebel, but also extremely intelligent, punching way about his age in schoolwork (I’ve never met a person before or since that can sleep through a course then ace it when it came crunch time). He talked to me about all his conquests, from Ashley to Jennifer to Cassey to Melanie. How far he got with them, where, when…all the details. Initially I was turned on, thinking about Wes naked. But then I started to get jealous.
“Ok ok…enough about your bitches” I said.
“Why? You jealous?” he asked. I rolled my eyes, thinking to myself “Of course”.
“Just talk about something else why don’tcha?” I demanded.
“Ok. Tell me about your girls” he insisted. I had a couple dates, but the last one kinda’ grossed me out when we were at the beach and she wore a see-thru bathing suit. I told him some stories about Amanda, then Jessica and finally Tonya.
“Man, that’s lame” he said of my boring stories. They were. I knew it. But didn’t have much to go on past PG-13 experience. I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah Wes, you the man!”
“That’s why I have this” he said, pulling down his shirt showing me his blonde chest hair. Wes was a year older than me technically, even though we were in the same grade. But looked ten years older than he was. I looked at his gloriously blonde chest hair that coated what of his chest I could see, making one of my nightly fantasies come true right then and there. He let this shirt stretch back up against his neck while I looked on.
“Don’t worry youngin’, I bet you have some, too!” he quipped.
Which I did. But mine was dark brown, almost black, which I didn’t like. And I didn’t have as much as he seemed to have. Besides, I liked his dark blonde hair better.
“You win Wes. You always win” I said punching him in the shoulder.
“Show me” he said.
I looked at him, eyes wide.
“Huh?”
“Come on big man, show me!” he said pulling at my shirt as I sat next to him.
“Stop it man!” I demanded pushing him away. That’s when I saw something in his eyes – something I’ve only seen in my own while I jerked in front of the bathroom mirror, home alone.
He leaned over and kissed me. His stubble he grew on his upper lip scratching against my own. I sat there not knowing what to do. Here I was, alone with Wes, on the roof late at night. The only building higher than the one we were on was a department store and they closed at 10PM so I knew nobody could see us.
I sat there for what seemed like minutes but was probably less than ten seconds, listening to his slurping lips on mine; my heart beating fast and loud in my ears. He pulled back; my shirt still crunched up in his hand. He looked at me seemingly as shocked as I was. But he’s the one that initiated this whole incident, not me. What did he have to be shocked about? He looked at me, our faces inches from each other’s, breathing heavily, not knowing what to do next.
“Uh….” I started. “What the hell man?!?” I asked, trying to be offended all the while unaware of my plumped-up dick down the side of my shorts.
“I. I thought…I thought that’s what you wanted” he stuttered. I’ve never seen Wes so out of his depth, at a loss for words. He’s always seemed cool and collected. Not now.
Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was lust. Or both. Or neither. I don’t know what it was, but I reached out, grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth back to mine. Looking back, we weren’t good kissers, but at the time, we thought we were amazing at it. We learned quickly from each other, as least that’s what we thought.
Wes pulled back, sitting up on his knees and pulled his shirt off over his head. Maybe it was because he as nineteen and I was eighteen, but his body was, for me at that time, perfection. His shoulders were wide, his chest was covered in dark blonde hair and his pink nipples were erect from his tanned skin. His stomach was flat – muscular even as if he could easily have a six pack if he ever remotely tried. His chest hair hadn’t yet grown down to his stomach, so there was no treasure trail. But it had grown up from his crotch. His navel was surrounded by a thick mass of dark brown hair.
“Take it off” he demanded, breathing heavily. As I reached down to remove my shirt, I saw his shorts were hiding something delicious that I couldn’t wait to see.
I tossed my shirt to the side as he sat down next to me and rubbed my chest hair. While I wasn’t as toned as he was, I was thicker with natural muscle. Think of him as having a swimmer’s build and me as having a baseball player’s build. He seemed to be amazed that there’s another guy – one younger than him – that had chest hair as well.
I reached over and rubbed his chest, enjoying his cottony soft hair while he caressed my coarser hair. I watched his short bounce and swell, but it was dark out and I couldn’t see much more than an outline. Without hesitation, I reached out and grabbed it. He gasped as he sat back the edge of the roof, his member pulsing in my hand through his shorts. I traced my finger down his curved shaft and around its head. I noticed how he twitched as I did this. He, in turn, reached over to mine, but seemed surprised when he found my shorts were wet with precum.
I moved over between his hairy legs and pulled his shorts down, missing his tighty whiteys. Which gave me another reason to run my hand up his hairy thighs and, hooking my fingers around his waistband, pulling them down as well. Being this was the nineties, and we were barely adults, we weren’t in to shaving or trimming. So, his cock sprung out of an immense dark blonde bush of pubic-hair- goodness. I sat there looking at my first cock in person that wasn’t my own. I must say, he wasn’t as big as he said he was earlier, but that didn’t stop me from doing what I had dreamt of doing for months.
I leaned down and licked his head before a half assed attempt of a blow job. But it was enough to get his squirming on the roof top. His smell was intoxicating, something I never thought I’d like: a combination of sweat and soap. His pubes tickled my nose as I buried him in my mouth a few times, his hairy balls touching my chin, before he pushed me from him.
I sat down next to him, looking at his nineteen-year-old, hairy goodness. He started to jerk himself telling me to do the same. I pulled my shorts down my own hairy legs. His eyes widened as my dick flopped out, much larger than his in length and girth. He seemed to like that visual as he started pumping his dick faster and faster, never taking his eyes from my member. As I started to jerk, squeezing my pre from the tip, using it as lube, his breath picked up as did his hand motion. He sat back, closed his eyes, placed his other hand on my thigh, and busted his nut on to himself. He plastered his chin with several shots before they became less violent and landed a few on his chest, matting down his hair. That’s all it took for me.
I sat up on my knees and blew my own load all over the roof top while Wes watched. Mine was less violent and voluminous than his, but that’s likely because I jacked twice earlier in the day.
Once done, I sat back next to him. We watched each other’s cock soften, his to a tiny little thing, mine much larger, but still soft. I squeezed the last bit of jizz from it, shaking it on to the roof, then pulled my shorts up. Wes balled up his t shirt and cleaned himself up before pulling up his shorts.
“I’ve never done that before” he admitted.
“Me either” I replied.
“We should…do it again sometime?” he asked, looking up at me.
“Yeah. Sure. OK!” I said, trying to hide my enthusiasm.
“This doesn’t make us gay” he demanded.
“Yeah. No. ‘Course not” I said, lying, to myself at least.
“We’d better get off of here” he said, standing up and walking to the side where we came up. We climbed down and walked to the car.I watched his toned and tanned muscles in his back move as he walked. I noticed a bit of hair coming up from his ass above his shorts. I wondered, if his cock was this hairy, what his ass looked like! Before he got into his car, he turned and said “Don’t tell anyone.”
“You either” I said. He smiled.
“You work tomorrow?” he asked.
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.”
“You close?” I asked.
“Yeah. You?”
“I do” I replied.
He got in his truck and started it up then rolled down the window. “Good. Then tomorrow we can do some more inventory” he said as he drove away.
“I’ll be here” I said as he drove away. I have never been looking forward to ‘inventory’ more than ever, now
