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It was once again time for our annual manager’s meeting. This year it would be held in Savannah over a weekend in May. As was the practice of our company, we would have to share a room with one of the other managers. Being a non-smoker, there weren’t many options for roommates. We had just hired a new guy in the Chicago area and none of the rest of us had met him yet, but he was a non-smoker so I’d be the lucky one. Waiting for the flight at Midway, I noticed a gorgeous hunk waiting for the same flight. He had to be about twenty-three, tall, lean, and with thick, dark hair. Since he was seated in the back of the plane, I didn’t think much else about him until we landed and as we gathered around the driver meeting our flight, he walked up and introduced himself as John, the new guy: I was going to enjoy this conference after all! The rest of us in our jeans and T-shirts were giving John a hard time for being in a suit. He said that he’d had to work the midnight shift because an employee hadn’t shown up. So he had come right to the airport without any sleep. Once we got to the hotel, we dropped off our bags in our room (damn: two beds!) and we headed down to the conference registration desk. I decided it would be my mission to introduce him around to everyone. Now mind you, I was about 40 at the time, and the others were pretty much in their early thirties. So John was definitely the youngster. Unfortunately, many of the others treated him as just that. John hung close to me and we really hit it off. I’ve always been attracted to the young studs. We decided to walk downtown to explore. But first we had to get John out of that suit. So we headed upstairs to change. He took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a V-neck T-shirt that had dark hair tumbling out at the neck and revealing big biceps and forearms just covered with thick fur! Dropping his pants, he was standing there in black silky boxers with high side vents. Big muscular thighs and calves were also covered with the same thick fur. I commented that he must have played a lot of sports in college, and he confirmed that yeah, he had been pretty much a jock. He was on the baseball team and still helped coach at an all boys’ school. Things were looking up. We both decided to wear shorts and be comfortable, which let me ogle his legs. We headed off with some of the single women managers to check out the downtown. I could tell that they thought John was quite the stud, too. On a riverboat cruise, we all sat on deck enjoying a few beers and John sat next to me and brushed his leg against mine a couple of times. I was in heaven. After dinner on our own, there was a welcoming reception back at the hotel. Afterwards, everyone pretty much called it a night and headed for their rooms. I just looked at John and with a mischievous grin asked if he really wanted to call it a night. Even though he’d been up all night and hadn’t slept for almost 30 hours, he said, “Hell no! We’re in Savannah!” The hotel had a TGIFridays and we hit the bar. We spent the next three hours drinking pitcher after pitcher of beer, quickly becoming best friends. I filled him in about the company since I’d been with them ten years. He couldn’t believe I was as old as I said: I could be his father! He said he’d never go out drinking with his dad or hang out like we were. His dad was more like the other guys in the company. He asked why I wasn’t married; I explained that I’d transferred about every two years and a relationship was too hard to maintain. He was definitely straight and had several women in his life. Before we knew it, it was bar time and we had to leave. I’d lost track of how much we’d had to drink. When we got to the room, John stripped down to the T-shirt and boxers and crawled into bed. We stayed up for a while watching television with John running the remote. All of a sudden he was quiet and I looked over and he was passed out, still holding his arm out with the remote in his grip. The lack of sleep and the alcohol finally had caught up with the stud. I had to pry the remote from his hand and he didn’t move. Still holding his hand out, I tried tickling his arm. No reaction. I pulled down the front of my gym shorts and laid my cock in his hand. It felt so good I got a hard-on and rubbed it back and forth across his hand, and up through the fur on the inside of his forearm. John just lay there. So I decided to try something else and moved over along side his bed and slipped my hand up under the covers and found his leg. His legs were spread open towards me and I nervously rested my palm on his thigh. I gently rubbed the fur and slipped my hand up the inside of John’s thigh. He didn’t flinch; just kept breathing evenly. I moved on up his leg and got to the edge of his boxers. I slipped my fingers under the fabric and bumped into a huge, hairy testicle. I had to see more, so I turned on the bathroom light so there would be just enough light in the room and carefully pulled the covers down off John. Those big manly thighs felt so good as I ran my hand up and down them, soft from him being totally relaxed and the fur just bristling under my fingers. I carefully lifted up his T-shirt to expose his belly, which of course was also a mass of curly fur swirling around his deep belly button. Lifting further uncovered the thick pelt enrobing his broad protruding pecs. My fingers had to dig down through the forest to run in circles over his quarter-sized, flat nipples. Still his stomach just slowly rose and relaxed with each breath. My heart was racing and my cock was pounding! I went back down to those boxers and was glad they were slit up the sides so far as I gently picked the leg opening up and pulled it up and over, uncovering his sleeping giant. What a beautiful sight! His crank was about 4” and lying softly atop its bed of pubes. I put my hand on top of it and felt the warmth and softness. Likewise, his balls were nestled in fur and lying asleep in their hairy sac. They rolled around so easily to my loving touch. I picked up John’s penis and marveled at its girth in my hand as I slowly ran my fingers up and down it, thinking how he truly was a baseball jock with a bat and balls like this. I was glad the alcohol had done its work relaxing him and giving me the courage to explore my new friend’s magnificent manhood. It was so soft it just flopped around as I pumped it. His head looked so delicious, I just had to run my tongue over it. I leaned over John’s sleeping body and touched the tip of my tongue to the edge of his plump mushroom. I rolled it around basking in the warmth and aroma rising from John’s groin. I knew I just had to have all of him in my mouth as I sucked him in and slid down into the forest with my nose. My mouth was full even as flaccid as he was. He tasted so good. As I was sucking and hoping to arouse an erection, the arm that had still been holding the non-existent remote flopped back over onto his chest. Scared the shit out of me! I decided not to press my luck. How would I explain what I was doing, and he could ruin me with a revelation to my company. His breathing still unchanged, I decided to kiss his body. I lifted his shirt again and kissed his belly and slipped my tongue into his belly button. With a kiss to each hairy ball; a kiss deep in his luxurious pubes; the inside of his thigh where the fur was rubbed off; and a final kiss to his firming, fat cock, I pulled his boxers back over covering my treasure, and pulled the covers back up over him. John was indeed my new best friend. And this was only the first day! Thank God there were three more days of meetings. Comments and feedback to stroker@yahoo.com