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While attending the University of Minnesota I became fast friends with a buddy living in the neighboring dorm. The dorms shared dining facilities and we began to meet for meals almost every day. John was the kind of guy who had always gotten my attention. He was about 6’2”, probably about 220 pounds, with a really big, athletic body: he had really broad shoulders; huge biceps; big strong hands; big broad pecs; a flat belly; huge beefy thighs; and a big, round ass. He had a thick head of brown hair that he wore pretty long; the type of beard that he could go from clean shaven to a full lush beard in about a week; hair on his arms that went from his biceps down and around to the insides of his forearms. His legs were covered with thick, long hair from his toes all the way up his massive thighs, except for patches worn bare on the insides just below his very ample crotch. He liked to wear tight cords in the winter, or very short cut-offs in the summer. And being a complete jock, he lived in skimpy gym shorts. He was just the big, beefy, hairy kind of guy I’d always dreamed of being with when I jacked off. John loved sports. He competed in intramural football, basketball, hockey, and track. His high school specialty was pole vault and high jump. He told me he had once gone running early one morning at the local White Bear Lake golf course naked! John was not shy. And he was a very “touchy feely” guy too. If we were sitting next to each other at the table eating, his leg would be resting against mine and his arm and shoulder would be touching mine. He’d lean against me sitting on a couch. The body contact made me tingle. We started studying at the library in the evenings together and we’d sit across from each other at the table, but our legs would always end up against each other’s. It was especially nice when we both had shorts on and I’d feel his hairy legs resting against mine. It just felt so natural and he was so at ease doing it. If I weren’t rubbing my leg back and forth against his, he’d be rubbing his against me. John, although such a big man, was very soft spoken and gentle. We’d sit and giggle at the library. I’d often go to his room to study, too, and lay on his bed as he’d sit at his desk in just his nylon gym shorts. His big, hefty cock would lie softly in the nylon and I’d dream to see it someday. I could only imagine the amount of pubic hair John had! One time he sat on his chair backwards, with his legs spread wide and his bulging shorts clearly showing his big soft penis. That was when I saw the bare spots on the insides of his thighs and he let me run my finger over the area; I could feel the heat from his nuts. I ran my finger over the warm bulge of his cock and he didn’t even flinch. His roommate had moved out and he had the room to himself. One night I slept over in the spare bed. In the morning, John had to get up to work at the dorm’s front desk. He asked me if I wanted to sleep in more, or get up and take a shower with him. His dorm had a big, gang type shower room, but as much as I wanted to see him naked, I was nervous about him seeing me probably get a hard-on from seeing him. He headed down to the shower without me. When he got back, he pulled down his gym shorts, revealing the thickest pubes I’d ever seen! And his cock was huge, hanging at least 8”. As he casually walked around the room, it bounced back and forth between his thighs. His balls hung low and were equally huge and hairy. It was obvious that he was enjoying showing it all to me as I lay in bed with my dick as hard as a rock. He finally pulled on a pair of briefs and reached in to adjust everything. Of course he did all of this while facing me and giving me a good view. As he left, he told me to help myself to his shower stuff; soap, razor and even his toothbrush. He had no problem with me using his stuff. When he left for work, I got out of bed and went over and picked up his white White Bear Lake gym shorts that he’d been sleeping in and found a fresh wet spot along the waistband. I also noticed a whole row of yellow cum stains along the waistband. I only had to sniff the wet spot to recognize that delicious aroma of fresh cum. John -- that devil! -- had left me some of his spunk. I had to know what he tasted like so I sucked on the spot: yummy! I crawled into his bed and found several old cum stains on the bottom sheet. I pulled down my shorts, lay in the middle of his stains and while sucking on his shorts, tasting his latest cum, humped his bed and left a stain of my own on his sheets. His bed was so warm and smelled like him. That spring during a high jumping event, John slipped and scraped his ass. He came over to me and turning around, pulled up the back of his shorts to show me the scrape. The strap from his jock was rubbing against the sore. That night in his room before I left to go back to my room, he asked me to put some Neosporin on it before he went to bed. I figured he could do it himself, but who was I to argue being asked to touch that ass? He pulled off his T-shirt, and dropped his shorts. That big, beautiful man was naked again. He lay down on his stomach and I took the tube of Neosporin and squeezed a generous amount onto the scrape. I couldn’t believe I was staring at John’s hairy ass. I gently spread the ointment around. His ass felt so good. I gave his other cheek a slap, and commenting on how hairy his crack was, I ran my finger down it through the fur. He spread his legs, opening up his crack. He was humping the bed while I ran my finger up and down the valley. I gave his ass a spank and left him to hump. And that was that. Several years passed until I saw John again when I was on a visit to Chicago where he was working and living with his wife. I was going to stay in a motel, but John insisted that I stay at his place. I slept in his sleeping bag on the living room floor. That night while out for dinner and a few beers, I found my legs again resting against his under the table. And later while watching a movie, he sat right up next to me on the couch. In the morning, I woke up with John standing over me, with his feet on each side of my head so that when I looked up at him, I was looking right up his gym shorts at his big, fat cock hanging down at me: What a sight! After a day of sightseeing with he and his wife, we were both aching from all of the walking around the lakefront in Chicago. John asked me to join him for a swim and sauna in the apartment complex’s pool; we were all alone, thank goodness. He turned on the sauna to warm up and we fooled around in the pool. John was wearing a Speedo, and still looked incredible. His hair was shorter but he still had a goatee. His body was a little softer and fuller, but still covered with beautiful fur. I couldn’t believe he packed all his equipment into a Speedo. His cock was halfway around to his hip. When we got into the sauna, he peeled the Speedo off and sat there in all his glory. As overweight as I’d gotten, I chose to keep his shorts on. The sauna was very small and only large enough for about two. So once again, we were sitting there touching each other. I put my hand on John’s thigh and told him it was so good to see him and be with him like the old days. As I rubbed the fur on his leg, I told him how much I’d always enjoyed the body contact we had always shared. He put his arm around me and said that he’d always enjoyed it too. He remembered the night I rubbed the Neosporin on his ass, and yeah, he could have done it himself, but he wanted me to touch him. He said he was really glad I’d come for a visit, and now was sitting next to him, touching him again, and he hoped that I was glad that he was naked. I looked over at him, with little rivers of sweat running down his beautiful chest, down his furry belly and into the forest of pubes. I reached up and wrapped my hand around his soft cock and gently massaged it. I told him that I’d wanted to do this since the first time I’d met him. He said that the night back in college when I’d stayed overnight, when I was asleep he had come over to my bed and stood naked by me and hung his cock just a fraction of an inch away from my face so he could feel me breathing on it. And that he had humped the bed in the morning thinking about taking a shower together and how he was going to ask me to wash his back. But then when I didn’t shower with him, he decided to get naked in the room. His cock was hardening in my hand, and mine was stirring in the shorts he’d loaned me to wear swimming. I told him how I had checked out his gym shorts and found his fresh cum and sucked on it while humping his sheets. He laughed as I stood up and pushed his legs apart so I could get between them. He was so beautiful as I stood there massaging his penis and looking at that big, hairy body. I told him this was something I had always wanted to do in his room those nights he sat there in those nylon shorts with his huge cock dangling. He laughed and said if only I had known that was what he had wanted me to do, too. I leaned over and wrapped my lips around his big shaft. I rolled his heavy nuts around in their hairy sac and buried my nose in his bush. John tasted even better than I’d ever imagined. The sauna heat had both of us sweating and he tasted so good. I couldn’t take the entire length because he was so big, so I squeezed my fingers around the base and worked on his head. In no time, he started spurting shots of creamy, salty cum into my mouth. He held my head in his big, strong, gentle hands and ran his fingers through my hair. After I sucked the last drops of his jism, I kissed his head, his balls, the bare patches inside his thighs, and rubbed my face over as much pubic fur as I could, while inhaling his intoxicating aroma. I stuck my tongue into his belly button and licked the sweat out. I worked my tongue up to his chest, kissed each nipple and rubbed my face against his pecs. I stood back and just looked into his eyes for a moment, then down to his lips. John stood up, put his comforting huge arms around me, reached down and pulled my shorts down, pressed his sweating naked body against my now naked wet body and in a big bear hug, pressed his lips against mine. We backed up against the wall and stood in each other’s arms and humped our sweating cocks together. I couldn’t believe the pleasure of rubbing my tool against John’s hairy crotch. Our hard-ons were slicked up with sweat sliding up and down along side each other. John’s pubes tickled my head. We shot our cum at almost the same time as we were locked in a deep kiss. We stood hugging each other and humped and writhed against each other. John’s body felt so good. We stepped back and looked at the cum in our pubes and then pressed against each other some more. I told John I could spend all night rubbing against him. He said he’d wished we had done this back in college. I said I could imagine him lying on top of me in bed doing this. By now we both were getting hard again so we started to grind together harder until we both shot off another round. We took a shower together and took turns lathering every square inch of each other’s body. John let me stroke his cock in my soapy hand and jack him off one more time. All of those opportunities in college could have been spent like this. Maybe he wouldn’t have gotten married. After finding some pictures of John the other day and a good jack-off session, I called his folks to see where he was now. His mom said he’d just gone through a messy divorce and gave me his new phone number. Maybe I would get to get messy with John again after all... Comments and feedback to stroker57006@yahoo.com