I think I am a fairly good looking fellow, but my experience with clubs and bars have not been very successful. Most guys seem to be interested in beautiful model types or muscles. I think it is very hard to find masculine, straight acting guys who would make good friends as well as lovers. I don't really care for the "queens." I am interested in art, theater, and things like that, and not sports and physical outdoor activities, so it is difficult to meet the right persons. As a result, I have basically stopped looking for Mr. Right. Recently, however, I joined an on-line computer service because I wanted to use the service for research but, I quickly discovered the chat lines. I talked with quite a few fellows, but many seemed like they either were strange or just wanted cyber sex. I did exchange a few photos with some of the fellows. Then I got a email message from Bryan.. His handle was "Bear hug." I have always been turned on by hairy men, not necessarily handsome, but very masculine hairy men. I am relatively hairy myself, hairy chest, stomach, arms and legs and I have a beard. Perhaps I like men like myself or maybe I am looking for a man like my father. Wouldn't Freud have fun with that!! Bryan and I talked for several evenings, which can really run up a bill, but I enjoyed talking to him. He seemed to have a very interesting personality. We seemed to have several common interests, we both liked music, movies and theater. I am no art or theater expert but I know what I like. We both also like art museums, and a variety of types of art work. His profile on the computer sounded real exciting, but those can be misleading. I could only hope that he was truthful. I was truthful in my profile, but then the basic statistics of height, weight, eye color, hair color, does not tell you if you will hit it off with someone. We decided to exchange phone numbers and we began to talk directly on the phone, every few evenings. I really enjoyed talking to him because we liked the same things and he had a such a warm, pleasant and very masculine voice. His personality took on a more real character of warmth and caring, that did not come across as strongly on the computer. He was not like some of the flaky types on the computer. Then we decided that we should meet for a cup of coffee and/or dinner. No commitments, just to visit and see if we like each other. I felt like it would be okay, because we where going to meet in a public place. I guess you might say that I am paranoid but I don't generally meet strange people in dark streets, rest stops, movie bathrooms, and all that kind of thing. Somehow, this seemed in the same category but not really because we had talked on the phone so much. Anyhow, we arranged a meeting place and time. I was very nervous as the day approached. I don't know if I was nervous that I would not like him, he would not like me, or that we would like each other. I was not sure what kind of relationship I wanted, if at all. We decided to meet in the shopping mall and have dinner at the restaurant there. As I walked toward our predetermined meeting place I saw a really ruggedly handsome fellow standing rather nervously at the designated spot. He was very tall, probably 6'2" which is a few inches taller than me. He had wavy dark brown hair with streaks of gray, a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. He was casual but neatly dressed. I walked up to him and asked if he was Bryan, and he said he was. "You must be Rob" Boy, was he nice looking, at least to me he was really sexy. I was excited and the same time concerned. What if he did not like me? He had a very pleasant smile and talk about the weather, asked whether I had eaten here before, and generally made small talk. We were shown to a seat in the restaurant and ordered dinner. We decided to go beyond just a cup of coffee. We talked and talked and I began to feel more relaxed. He had a warm relaxed manner which made me feel at ease. I could not help but think about how good looking he was, maybe not everyone would think he was that good looking, but he was very masculine with dark features, beautiful hair, and a nice beard. I noticed that he had a good amount of chest hair showing in the front of his shirt. Before I knew it, we were being served coffee and we decided it was time to leave. Bryan suggested that we go back to his place for a drink. I followed him in my car to a house in a very nice upper middle class neighborhood. The house was contemporary in design and even in the dark I could tell that it was beautifully landscaped. I pulled in behind his car in the driveway. He told me that he liked to garden and he had landscaped the yard, which really looked terrific. In side, he offered several things to drink. I said I would have a beer. I am not much of a drinker, but I do occasionally have a beer. He said he was going to change and be right back. "Make yourself at home." The house was decorated with contemporary furniture, warm woods, teak furniture, not a lot of glass and chrome, which is always so cold. There was also a beautiful stone fireplace, and lots of throw pillows in front of it.. When he returned in a few minutes he was dressed more causal than before, with an open collar shirt, and loose slacks with an elastic waste band. We sat on the couch, drinking our beers and talked, but now he became more personal. He said he really was attracted to me. I said I was very attracted to him. He leaned over and kissed me.. I kissed him back and I began to feel a warmth over coming me. He searched my mouth with his probing tongue. I held him tighter, feeling his strong shoulders and arms. His broad tapered chest seemed to engulf me. He had a classical shape - broad shoulders that tapered to a nice sized waist. I could feel his strong chest muscles against my chest. We slide down on the couch in a tight embrace. We began to explore each other's bodies. Together we slipped out of our shirts. God, he had a beautiful chest, with dark thick hairy pecs. I ran my fingers through his chest hairs, and kissed his tits, then sucked them and nibbled them as he moaned his approval. We proceeded doing gentle loving things to each other. Each in turn satisfying the other. We were bare to the waist, then we took off our pants, and underwear. His big 8" cock jumped out of his jockeys as I pulled them down his muscular legs. His body was a natural athlete's body, not a bodybuilders body. Just naturally thin and muscled. His chest hair came together at the center and made a thin line down his stomach to where the hair spanned out over his lower stomach to his tight pubic hairs around his cock. I have never been ashamed of my 7" dick, but he had a beautifully shaped cock, with a solid evenly rounded shaft and a smooth large head that could always lead that dick to me. . . He leaned down and immediately started licking my dick, I reached for his, but could only rub it, until he finally turned around so I could actually make love to that beautiful tool. I licked the head and it seemed to grow bigger. It was soft to the touch and yet so firm. . . . We worked on each other in my favorite position. Learning from each other what we each liked and did with expertise. We sucked, massaged, and fingered each other's body hair. . . . I cradled his balls which were a good size that matched his tool. He really smelled delicious. He was wearing Aramis or Devon which are my favorite colognes. But, underneath that was a wonderful clean masculine smell of his body. Smell and touch are the two most important senses to me, and he excelled in both. He said that maybe we would be more comfortable in the bedroom. He had a king size bed. We moved into the bedroom where, he playfully grabbed me and threw me down on the bed, and we started wrestling. We played for a while and then he kissed me again, passionately. I kissed him back with every fiber of my body. I don't know how long this went on, but I could have gone on forever, being wrapped in his arms, kissing him and being loved back. He slowly went down to my tits. Licking, sucking and teasing them, as they got harder and harder. Then he went down my stomach to my crouch, licking, and massaging my balls. His mouth slipped over my dick, and he took it all in to the base. . . Slowly at first, sucking it up and down, then moving faster, and faster. "Oh, please turn around so I can suck your dick" I said. I did not want to only get one side of the loving. I wanted his dick in my mouth, sucking on his while he sucked on mine. We began slurping and slurping on each other's tools. Passion overcame us and we sucked like a pair of babies with pacifiers. I started to feel the juices coming up from my balls. Oh, lord, I am going to cum. His movements got faster and faster, and I knew I could not hold it much longer.. Suddenly almost in unison, we both shot our juices into each others mouths. Cum dripped down my chin. He came and came and came. I felt like I must have given out a bucket of my juice also. . . Never felt this good before. . . this was really heaven. We laid on the bed in each others arms for a long time. He was a great one for cuddling, rubbing my tits, fingering my chest hair. I felt my dick beginning to grow again also. . I got hot just looking at him. I could not believe that someone as masculine as him found me attractive. Not only did he find me attractive, he actually said I was sexy. God, was he ever sexy. A combination of all my fantasies: Clark Gable for his rugged masculinity, Cary Grant for his suave and debonair, and Sean Connery for his raw sex appeal and hairy chest - rolled into one. Half asleep, I felt his dick begin to grow again. He reached over to the side table and got out a tube of cream, and started applying it to his dick which was back to its beautiful enlarged size again. He leaned down and gobbled up my dick again, sucking it like a lolly pop. Oh, God, this guy was wonderful, lips of velvet, and technique you would not believe. Then I felt this dick knocking at my back door. He spread my cheeks with his hands, inserting a finger to massage my ass hole. Then two fingers, then I felt the head of his dick going in. Oh, I was not sure I could take his dick, but I wanted to try. . . I was not really very experienced in butt fucking, but I wanted to take him, all of him.. Expertly he worked his dick slowly in and out, then raising my legs into the air, he began to pump harder, and harder. I was taking all of him and it felt fantastic. He would push all the way in, then hold it there, filling me to the brim. What a wonderful feeling, having a dick in my ass, full up. Then pull it out and then back in again.. He continued to fuck me, and fuck me, as he beat my meat at the same time. I sucked his tits, and pulled his chest hairs, and moaned. All I could say was: "fuck me, fuck me harder, oh baby." After a while my juices began to rise again, and so were his, because he was fucking faster and faster and faster. Then suddenly, he exploded inside me, and I exploded outside. He collapsed on top of me and I held him for the longest time. I loved having his weight on top of me. We held each other, glued together by our juices. His dick stayed hard inside of my ass for the longest time. We eventually feel asleep in each other's arms, only to wake several more times during the night to continue our explorations of each others bodies. We must have slept for several hours, and then we woke to the early morning light. Bryan suggested that we take a shower. Wonderful, my favorite sensual thing to do is shower and we proceeded to soap each other down. His bathroom had a large shower in the corner, that easily handled two large men. He started to apply soap to my chest and I did the same to him. He washed my butt and ass, putting his fingers up my hole. Gently rubbing up and down. Then he inserted his dick as I bent slightly forward and he soaped my hairy chest. Pinching my tits occasionally, he pumped at my asshole, faster and faster. I could not believe the number of times we had already cum and here we were going again. He fucked and fucked and the warm water of the shower covered us both. Eventually his dick shot out what seemed like another bucket of his love juice, my dick shot cum at the drain of the shower. We cleaned up and got back into bed and slept for a couple more hours. Well, I have moved into his house and we have enjoyed several years of lovemaking. Needless to say, I wholeheartedly support the use of computer friendship. Bryan and I have been having bear hugs for several years now, and we hope it will last forever.
