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I am trying to eat healthy, really, I am. So with that in mind, I have found myself this fantastic grocery store that has a produce section you just wouldn't believe. Fresh is the word, all year round. I had gotten into the habit of going early Saturday morning to avoid the rush. One Saturday I was absorbed in picking out some oranges when I sensed someone standing next to me. I didn't pay a lot of attention, but all of a sudden sucked in my breath when I saw these two hairy arms rearranging the pile of oranges. I don't know how long I stared, but I couldn't take my eyes off them. A thick covering of dark hair spread down the forearms onto the hands and on to the fingers, jumping past the knuckles. I realized I had better move on when I heard a voice that belonged to the arms say, "Watch out...they're falling!" With that, oranges fell against me in a mad tumble. The two of us laughed and began to pick up the fruit. When finished we turned and faced each other and I felt my knees buckle. One of the most beautiful male faces I have ever seen was looking back at me. I was speechless, managing to finally mutter something stupid about never having seen him there before. He explained that he worked during the week, but when the store needed another Saturday produce man, he volunteered needing the extra cash. It was hard talking to him because I couldn't stop from looking at his neck. He was wearing this light blue T-shirt from the store and thick, dark hair was creeping over the neck of the shirt from side to side. I wanted to rip that shirt right off him to see the whole sight, but knew that wasn't going to happen. We talked a bit more, I said I would see him next Saturday, and was on my way. As I walked to the car, I had to pass the window that looked in on the produce. And there he stood, as though waiting for me. We smiled and I didn't know if I was going to be able to walk to the car. The week seemed to drag by. All I could think of was Saturday morning and getting to the store. The big day finally arrived and I was awake hours before the alarm. With heart pounding, I walked to the store, peeking in the same window I had last seen him through. There he was, but no T-shirt today. Instead, he had on a denim shirt with the store logo emblazoned on the back. He turned and I saw a dark T-shirt underneath. The morning was not going well. I saved produce for the end, wondering over and over what to say, what to do. I saw him rolling out a cart filled with lettuce, so I too headed in that direction...no dummy on my part. We got there at the same time. I looked up and saw this big smile that I realized was for me! He was growing a moustache and goatee...he was setting me on fire. And then I noticed...it wasn't a dark T-shirt at all. It was hair!! I held onto my cart for dear life. We talked, and I had to move on. The next time we passed each other, I looked at that open shirt and almost yelled. He had the next button undone and I could see more of his chest...nothing but dark hair. Thank goodness I had that cart in front of me. My cock was now hard and very noticeable through my sweatpants, nothing on underneath. When I finally forced myself to leave, I slowed down as I approached the window. I looked, and there he was...he smiled, he winked, and he unbuttoned yet another button! I could feel pre cum oozing from my cock. I made it to the car and beat off right then and there, decorating the inside of the sweatpants with a hot load of cum. The next week dragged even more and then on Friday I was told the office had to work all day Saturday. I was depressed beyond words. Could I survive two weeks without my hirsute wonder? At the end of the afternoon I rushed to the store, but he was nowhere in sight. I dejectedly shopped and trudged toward the car. It was starting to rain, which seemed appropriate. I wasn't looking where I was going and walked right in front of someone who said, "Hey! Where have you been?" I looked up and here was the man of my dreams. I explained, as it began to rain harder and harder. He complained that he had walked to work. What else could I do but offer him a ride. I had no plans and I'd do anything to keep him close to me as long as possible. We started out and I must have appeared nervous. He chuckled and said, "Don't worry. I don't bite." I looked over at him and from somewhere in my whirling mind came the reply, "Oh, that's too bad." We both laughed and he directed me to an apartment building several blocks away. It was really coming down hard now, so he said he might as well wait to see if the rain stops a bit. No problem on my part, I thought. Then he surprised me and said, "Hey, why not come up to my place and we can grill some burgers once the rain is over. Unless you have plans." Plans? Even if I did, they were cancelled. When I said that that sounded good, he replied, "Then you can finally see what I look like without a shirt!" I looked at him and said, "What do you mean?" He said that he was aware of how I was always checking him out and it really turned him on. "Was I that obvious?" I asked. He said, "Yeah, especially the day you wore the sweatpants!" We laughed and then he said he had a confession to make. We laughed again, when he said he had made the oranges fall that first Saturday. He said that if he had waited for me to make the first move I'd still be standing there staring. He reached over and dragged the back of his left hand along my face. I could the feel the many hairs caress me. With his other hand he pulled up his T-shirt, took my hand and placed it under his shirt where it was lost in a dense covering of hair. I must have made some sound, but it was cut off as he put his mouth on mine and we kissed...a soft, gentle kiss. Somehow we got into his apartment. As the door closed behind us we were in each other's arms. Kisses no longer soft and gentle, but urgent and probing. We went to the bedroom, where we both undressed. I looked at him in awe. He was covered with hair from his shoulders to his feet. His pecs were covered the thickest. From there it grew to his shoulders. From the pecs it went down to his abs, from side to side, with a thicker, denser column going straight down the middle to his bush. He had his cock and balls shaved, and the contrast of the skin against the hair was unreal. I stood behind him and put my hands around him so that I could stroke that pelt of his. I found his nipples buried, but standing up straight like both of our cocks were doing. Mine was pressed against his hard ass cheeks, oozing precum like crazy. I whispered in his ear that I wanted to fuck his chest. He was confused, but agreed to do as I asked. He sat on the bed and I held his head as he sucked on my cock. I shuddered as he would take me in, burying his nose in my bush. I knew I wouldn't last long, so it was shortly thereafter that I said he should lie back. I straddled him, a knee on each side of that hairy chest. And now I began to rub my cock through all that hair. The feeling was so fucking hot that in no time I was blasting a load all over that hair. Spurt after spurt flew onto him. When finished, I began to take my tongue and lick it up and then kiss him, giving him a taste of my cum. By now, he was ready to shoot. I stroked him three or four times and his cum was now mixing with mine. I smiled happily, for it meant that much more to lick up and deposit in his mouth. I still shop at the same store every Saturday. But now it is always close to closing time. I give Tom a ride home every Saturday, too, even if it isn't raining. Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com