Date: Fri, 18 Jun 2021 13:26:23 +1200 From: Ben Highlander Subject: I don't mind a hairy back- adult youth/urination Donate to nifty yo keep this amazing resource going! http://donate.nifty.org/ _________________________ Christmas. We had elected to go to family for the day. Some families collect other families. We were one of the collected families. That is: me, a 52 year old quite buff (secretly) bisexual guy, my beloved wife, our 17 year old daughter Shannie, and Joel, our laatlammetjie (lit. late lamb--a child born many years after its siblings). We always ended up with family and when it got too much we could leave and retreat to the safety and sanity of our home. If all else failed we would use our 3-year-old son to beat a hasty retreat if things got to be too much. There were all sorts of other "collected" families. An overweight diving instructor and his wife and two underfed teenage sons--guess how they stayed slim? --some older friends of the resident gran and grandpa, and an overweight mother and her GORGEOUS son. When we arrived--half an hour late, unusually, for us--everybody was just about to hand out presents. When we walked in everybody was seated in a small lounge that was festooned with Christmas teddy bears. I mean creepily festooned but nonetheless festive. When we walked in I took stock of all present as I do when I know that I would be in an unknown situation. Who do I know and who not? I knew the fat guy and his boys. They were cute but skinny. I knew my wife's cousin's boys, tall strapping boys that I would fuck if I had the opportunity but, hey, no chance here...family was all around and I had kept my secret for decades, so how was it to change now? Who I didn't know was the blonde boy sitting on the floor by the piano. Spiky hairstyle, short pants and clearly beefy arms, not able to make out much more but I was intrigued, hiding it as I was used to doing due to many years of incognito boy-love. He was obviously into himself, flashing that smile all around, apparently not even aware of my presence as I looked at his interaction with the "cousins" (godd, what would you call them?). Once we had distributed the gifts we separated into age groups. The greybeards (three old ladies over 70) stayed in the teddy bear lounge to watch the Queen's Christmas message. The young ones, (my daughter, the two under-nourished boys, the "cousins" and Sheldon, the beautiful boy) played video games in the lounge, and the rest of us sat around the garden table outside eating our Christmas lunch. Periodically I would go in to `see' what the kids were doing. Sheldon was sitting on the floor with his back against a couch with his hairy legs stretched out before him. I sat behind him to one side and I could see his neck right in front of me and saw that was hairy too. I could imagine my hands in his hair gripping a fistful as I guided his grinning mouth to my leaking cock. I couldn't make out his package, as his shorts were quite loose. I looked around at the cousins who had beefy asses and tree-trunk legs--both of them were close to 6ft 5 or more--so I could imagine that if they were in proportion they should be impressive. I had often fantasized about these two and wondered if they thought of me as the creepy gazing uncle. Sheldon was drinking a beer and had his legs crossed at the ankles as they stretched before him. Oh well, I supposed I would just have to fantasize quietly and jack off later to the made-up details. To my delight the boys came out for a swim, in spite of the fact that it was mizzling out, the weather having been yuck for a couple of days. They played piggy in the middle, the tall boys being obviously better suited to that game due to their altitude. Sheldon was still flashing his smile and spreading his lats. My wife's cousin whispered in my ear that he was quite into gymming. I answered that I could see that. (It now occurs to me that it is odd that she should have thought it necessary to tell me that--maybe I shouldn't read anything into that?) One of the old ladies remarked loudly that Sheldon had hair on his back, a detail which I had noticed too, and his mother was quick to shush us because apparently he hated it and she had neglected to remove it with Veet before they came. This boy was quite sensitive and the fact that his mother was involved in his `hair care' was of some interest to me, I have to say. Anyhoo, the play got quite rough and Terry, the younger of the two cousins, the tallest of them all, was manhandling Sheldon easily by lifting him out of the water and flinging him into the deep end like a dishrag. I later heard from my daughter that Sheldon was 6ft 1 (which he considered to be average for a man). I was quite envious of both of the boys and wondered if their soft manhood had pressed against each other at any point. My own manhood was feeling distinctly less soft as the mere thought of the innocent straight boys rubbing themselves against each other in rough play chubbed me up more than a bit. I decided to go inside to the toilet and take care of myself before I popped a legitimate boner and gave away the situation. I was just going into the bathroom when I heard the pitter patter of wet feet and looked behind me to see Sheldon drying his face with a towel and polishing that dazzling smile. "Draining the lizard?" he asked. "Mind if I have a quick shower while you do?" "Not at all, if you don't mind me pissing while you shower...?" I tried to sound nonchalant, as if it was normal for perfect strangers at least 30 years apart in age to share a bathroom in this way. "We can watch each other." He smiled. My heart leapt. "We could," I agreed simply. He pulled the door closed behind him and locked it. Maybe he was like me; maybe swimming and then taking his cozzie (bathing suit) off after, always got him horny too. I stood at the toilet and started to unbutton my fly to do what I assumed he thought I came here to do--have a piss. "Mind if I join you? I didn't want to use the pool." He didn't wait for an answer but undid his boardshort-style swimsuit and dropped them to the floor, revealing his seriously shriveled dick, uncut and about and inch and a half in length, cowering in the dirty blonde pubes above his equally sorry-looking balls. He saw the direction of my gaze. "He should relax soon, when he sees yours. Swimming always makes him hide away. I'm a grower, not a shower, anyway." Again, that smile. He stood alongside me; naked as the day he was born. He was a hairy boy. I didn't mind and neither did my dick, which was doing it's best to show the younger counterpart that it didn't object to any aspect of his presence, hairiness or size. I was 5ft 7, almost 8, and he was about half a head taller than me. At that altitude he must have a great view of my completely bald head, a fact which I didn't mind as I knew I looked a lot younger than my age due to some muscles and good genes. Our streams intersected and we did a bit of battle and the fragrance of our piss mingled in the water. The sound was also making me really horny--nothing quite as masculine as the thunder of a good piss into the toilet bowl, and now multiplied by two. "I saw you checking me out," he said quietly. "Did you like what you saw?" I nodded to my lengthening dick. "What do you think?" He nodded at his also now less shy member, who was beginning to enjoy the attention. "Little Sheldon wants to play. You up for that?" I pretended to be nonchalant but my heart was beating like a teenager's "As long as nobody suspects and it stays between us, sure, why not?" I was proud of how normal I sounded. He reached out and squeezed the last drops from my cut 7-incher. "Nice." He was still pissing and had not pulled the foreskin back so he was making a bit of a mess. I reached over and pulled it back to reveal the progressively healthier looking glans, now that warmth and blood flow were being restored to the area. "I like skin," I said. I stuck my finger in the flow and enjoyed the warm liquid for a moment. Then I brought it to my mouth and sucked the piss off. "Kinky," he whispered. I repeated my action but this time brought my finger to his mouth. He pulled back slightly and then with a grimace, relented and sucked on my finger. "Mmm, not bad," he commented. "I've never tasted piss before." This kid had a bladder like an ox. The flow just continued on and on. Must be the beer. "You wanna get it from the tap?" he asked nodding at his cock, from which the light yellow liquid still flowed unabated. "Don't mind if I do," I answered and went on my knees in front of him as he changed aim. Sensibly he restricted the flow so that we didn't soil the floor or my clothes. I swallowed the light tasting piss with relish and loved the feeling of my mouth on the rapidly lengthening cock. I rubbed my tongue around the head, which helped as well. At last there was one more spurt, which I retained in my mouth and stood up, leaning up to share it with him mouth to mouth. Once more he pulled back and with a grimace (whether from the kiss or the piss, I know not) leaned in and received his body juice from my mouth. Once the piss had been transferred and he had swallowed it, the conundrum was solved as he practically devoured my mouth in a hot stubble-to-stubble kiss, breathing noisily through his nose all the while. We made out for a bit, but then I pulled back. "I can't be away too long or my wife will wonder what happened to me. What do you want to do?" I asked between the tongue dueling. "Can you fuck me?" Just the words I wanted to hear. I had dreamed of sticking my cock into the hairy boy practically from the moment I saw him. "I would love to fuck you. Turn around and put your hands on the basin." He did as he was told. I stroked his hairy back, down to the meaty, fur-covered ass cheeks. "I have hair on my back," he stated the obvious. "I don't mind a hairy back," I answered, "as long as I can see and fuck the hairy asshole below." I loosened my belt and the top button of my jeans and dropped them to the floor. Next I pulled my under rods to one side and fished my iron hard boner out. I continued rubbing his ass cheeks as I kneeled behind him and pulled them apart. I sniffed the furry pink trail and knew it would taste and smell of chlorine. I found the rosy hole with my forefinger and decided to go for broke. I licked my middle finger, fiddled a bit with the pulsing ass-lips and shoved it straight in up to the second knuckle. Sheldon exhaled sharply and bore down with his ass until my digit had disappeared completely inside of him. I could feel the folds of his colon around my finger, the warm sliminess enveloping my probing digit completely. I pulled it out and put my mouth to his cunt as he ground backwards with his hips, as if to envelop my whole face with his back door. I tongued his pink folds, slobbering as much as possible to get him as wet as I could. He was struggling to keep the noise down but he was obviously enjoying his ass being rimmed. "You like that, boy?" I asked, once again working my finger into him to transfer some of the juices inwards for lube. "Yes, sir, I do, I really, really do," he responded breathlessly. The "sir" surprised me and I knew this was going to be more fun than I anticipated. "Get on your knees and get my cock wet." I ordered in a soft, but harsh voice. "Yes sir," he replied and turned, fell to the floor and complied. I stuck my cock straight down his throat with my hand behind his head, forcing into him as far as I could go, not waiting for him to get used to it because I knew that we needed as much goo as possible. I was rewarded when he gagged quietly and a whole lot of throat snot came out of his mouth in one go. I pulled out almost all the way and repeated the process, with the same results. I held my hips to his convulsing mouth for a few seconds this time, reveling in the warm contractions as he fought to expel my dick and not choke. At last I let him go and his face was not so pretty any more but infinitely hotter with snot and goo and tears messing with the cute boy face. I took my hand and wiped all the goo off his stubble and nose and worked it on my cock. "Get up and turn around," I ordered quietly. He complied. "I'm not going to do this slowly. We will be missed if we don't hurry." He just nodded and stuck his ass backward at me. I took one last moment to transfer some of the throat snot onto his hole, positioned my cock, found the hole with the tip and thrust forward, immediately bottoming out with my pubes against his blond furry ass cheeks. His breath came out with a whoosh! Time was running out so I proceeded to fuck him quickly and harshly. "Is this what you want, boy, me to fuck you like the dirty, hairy boy that you are?" "Yes, sir, fuck me please sir, fuck me hard!" He said quietly but urgently. "Bend your knees a bit," I said because I was struggling to get leverage into the taller boy. Immediately he complied and now I could let rip. Relentlessly, like a pile driver, I went at it, trying to keep it as quiet as possible. The fact that somebody could hear us if they passed the bathroom door, or my wife could come looking for me, or one of a dozen other dangerous possibilities, enhanced the moment for me and I fucked as if my life depended on it. There was no way I was going to leave this job unfinished. "I'm about to come in your hairy boy cunt, boy. Are you ready for my man-dick to fill you up?" "I'm so ready sir, fill me up with your hot sperm, sir. Make me your bitch." Jesuz, this boy was turning me on big time. "Here it comes!" I gripped him around the waist and pulled him into me as I bunny-fucked him with short sharp thrusts as I came and my world tilted. At the same time I could see his cock, which neither of us had ever touched, spurting volley after volley of boy cum all over the basin and tiled floor. His ass convulsed around mine as he orgasmed. I held him like that and he leaned back and kissed me over his shoulder. We made out for about thirty seconds as my heartbeat slowed and I could feel the slick of his hairyback-sweat against my shirt. Finally the two of us calmed down and I pulled out of his hairy ass. Cum immediately started to drip down his inner thigh through the hair and sort of stuck there. "I have to shower." "I think I'm going to need to have a swim to get your stink off my face." "Use my cozzie," he said as he turned the water on, to warm up. "Let me out and remember this is between us," I said as I put his cold wet swimming costume on my bare flesh. I made my way outside and winked at my wife as I jumped into the pool next to Terry. I stayed under the water as I rubbed Sheldon's ass-juices off my face. As I came up Terry's face was near mine. He looked into my eyes and said: "You were away for quite a while. Did you fuck Sheldon?" I caught my breath and suppressed my shock. I nodded. "Will you fuck me too, please? I've seen the way you look at me and I think you like my meaty ass. I nodded. How was I going to swing this one? Maybe he would have to wait until next Christmas. Pity it only comes once a year.