I love hairy men. I think it's because since I was a teen, I could grow fur on my chest. We were a small group of guys in high school that were looked upon as men. The many that couldn't grow hair looked upon us as a higher level. We were men amongst boys.
During sleepovers, inevitably, they would want to touch it... and we would let them. That would lead to touching other things in their desperate hope to become men like us. I wasn't alone in taking advantage of the situation. I liked them worshiping my fur and my dick.
"Can I ask you a question?" one kid asked, playing with the hair around my nipple, making me hard as a rock, "Marc said that if you swallow a load of a hairy guy, that make you hairy." I nod. "I heard that, too." I push his hand down and then his head. I have no idea if it worked, but I know that kid tried a lot.
Here's to the hairy men of the world, and those that want to be us so much, they'll do anything to get there.
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