The Hairiest Poz Man In the County

[Toon]

Near Wichita, Kansas, 1990

I grew up knowing very little about the world.  I lived in a tiny little town just outside of Wichita, Kansas, but never went there unless it was to go school shopping with Mom.  It seemed like a big, scary city and I was happy in my little burg with the parks and tree-lined streets and my pals.  No danger.  No trouble.  

As I grew into my teens and got my driver's license, for some reason I felt a specific draw to the city.  If nothing else, the city had a couple of malls where I wanted to spend some allowance money on cool shoes and maybe some CDs.  Looking back, I can't believe how innocent my needs and desires were, but that would change soon enough.  I was having feelings that were really awakened when I saw my first porn magazine.  My buddy Kevin had found a stash of them in his older brother's room.

The one we looked at first was called 'Club'.  It contained photographs of both women and men.  Kevin was fixated on the vaginas and boobs, but I only focused on those dudes and their dicks.  These were old magazines and most of the men were unshaven and had those great porn mustaches.  

After I turned 18 and had no curfew anymore, I ventured into Wichita more often. Right after the exit from the highway there was an small building called "Joe's Pleasure."  It had no windows and somehow I just knew it was one of those 'nasty' places which exist only in cities.  I passed Joe's Pleasure several times before I got up the nerve to cross the threshold.

I found myself holding my breath, my heart was pounding, and felt unsteady on my feet, but I managed to walk through the door, even if I had no exact idea what I would find.  However, once I could focus my eyes, I discovered Joe's Pleasure was essentially big convenience store, selling mostly magazines and video cassettes.  Selling porn. There was other stuff too, but I went straight to the long magazine rack. I wanted my very own copy of a 'Club'.  As soon as I began my search, the old guy at the counter came over to me and asked for I.D.

"No kids allowed in here," he grumbled with a lip full of chew.

I showed him my I.D. and he went away.  I couldn't find any copies of 'Club', but I noticed others that were way more interesting mags.  My God!  They made magazines with just photos of men!  I wanted to buy them all, but wondered where I could hide them that Mom wouldn't find. I figured just one could be tucked somewhere she wouldn't run across it, so I had to narrow my search a little.  All the models were gym fanatics with no body hair which disappointed me.  And no facial hair at all.  As I continued searching, I was aware of someone standing near me.  I figured it was the counter guy again to tell me something like "This ain't no library," but it wasn't.  It was a man about my size who was smiling and gave off very good vibes.  I knew he was friendly. 

"Finding what you need? The selection isn't great here."

"My first time.  I'm - I'm just looking around."

"There's an arcade in the back, but there's nothing going on there."

Arcade? I imagined pinball machines and video games. 

"Want to go get a beer with me?"

"I'm only 18.  I doubt they'll serve me." (Stupid Kansas law.)

"It's okay.  We'll go to 'Lou's'.  I know the owner.  He and I are best friends and he'll give us anything.  It's not far.  I'll drive."

So I guess I was going.  I followed his compact body out to a nice pickup and off we drove.  I wondered what time it was, but whatever the case, when he said it wasn't far, he clearly wasn't kidding as we arrived at the bar within minutes.  Leaning back in the seat to steady my nerves, my new friend reached for my hand and introduce himself saying "I'm Dan, by the way.  Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

"I'm Wally.  Nice to meet you."

Leading me into the bar, we took a table, and Dan ordered for both of us.  I restricted myself to one beer as, as a freshman, I had gotten super drunk - having consumed only three quickly-chugged beers.  So I knew I needed to pace myself carefully.  Yeah.  I was older, bigger than I had been back then, and I weighed more, but I was in a new place with a stranger.  Caution seemed a prudent idea.

While we were seated there, I had the chance to give Dan a close look.  He had short brown hair, a white polo shirt and shorts, and he was definitely good looking, but what caught my eye was that he was exceptionally furry.  Fur peeked over the top of his shirt collar and it covered his arms like an extra sleeve.  I had also caught a glimpse of his legs too, and they were likewise hairy as hell. 

We had a normal conversation.  He asked where I was from and told me about his life. Dan had moved here from Boston to be near his mom who'd just had back and hip surgery.  He'd found a job quickly because he was a hairdresser.  He told me about a nearby 'cruising' park, and suggested I check out some time. 

"I'm just a kid with a crappy car.  I don't think I could race anybody."

"Uh, no, sorry, that's not what cruising means.  You're a bit green, aren't you?"

Just then Dan excused himself, saying he needed to use the men's room.  En route, I saw him approach the bar where he briefly chatted with a guy I assumed was the owner, Lou.  No sooner had Dan disappeared into the men's room when a skinny little guy approached me.  He seemed harmless so I invited him to sit down.

"You're under aged, right?"

"Yeah, but not by much."

"Well, you landed a good guy.  He's absolutely the hairiest male I've ever seen.  Wait until to you see him naked!  Are you going with him?"

"No.  No.  We just met!"

"That's probably best.  He's got the recipe."

"Recipe?"

"He touched my arm and said, "Sorry, that's what my word is for HIV."

Just then Dan came back to our table.  The expression on his face had changed.  "Hi, Grimley.  What's up with you?"

"Same old thing.  I'm going to 'Fantasy' later.  Will I see you two there?"

"No," Dan answered with in a stern tone booked no argument.  Grimley took the hint and fled back to his own table.

"He's a useless little barfly.  What did he say to you, Wally?"

"Not much."

"He's a pest and spreads a lot of rumors.  I'm not leaving you here alone for the rest of the night."

Dan had brought two more beers and some tiny glasses with red liquid in them. "It's called 'Hot Damn'.  It's cinnamon schnapps.  I drink it to celebrate.  Drink it fast."

I did and it burned like hell, but I quickly gabbed the mug of beer and gulped it down. 

"Grimley did say one thing, Dan.  He said you had HIV."

"Does that bother you?"

I thought for a quick second. "No.  You're my friend."

"That's good," he replied as he took my hand into his hairy grasp.  

"I think I'm drunk, Dan."

"OK. Let's go someplace where you can sober up a bit".

He downed his beer and led me out into the night.  I felt a bit unsteady, but really good. We got in his pickup and drove a few streets away before we arrived at his simple little house.  It smelled like lavender air freshener inside.  Nice.  He led me to the couch where we started kissing.  I had never kissed a man before and it felt so natural.  We were fully-clothed except for our shoes.  Our embrace got seriously passionate.  True passion, such as I had never before felt in my life.

He took off his shirt, revealing all of his hairy torso in its full glory.  My God.  He was perfect.  He (correctly) interpreted my admiration as permission to completely strip off his clothing.  His toes had large tufts of hair and his legs were insanely hairy.  His crotch was a giant bush and I could only see his little cock  head poking out out of the mass of hair. I took his whole body in and was awed.  He understood and let me look as long as I wanted before telling me to strip.  I did without thinking. 

"God, you're so young, Wally.  I hate to do this, but I need to.  I can't wear condoms because they tear my dick hairs out.  Just lay back.  And then he put his full hairy weight down on top of me.  We kissed so long and I was lost in it before I even noticed that he had parted my legs and planted his hips right on mine.  He was insistent on getting me spread wider.  And then I felt the invasion of that dick that grown bigger.  I yelped.

"Shhh.  It gets easier from here on out."

I reached around and felt his very hairy back as he pumped in and out of my asshole.  It didn't feel so bad now. He climaxed really fast. 

He stayed still on top of me for a minute or so.  I found myself wishing he would resume pumping my hole, as it was much more pleasurable than I would have anticipated, so when he did resume, I was ready for the gift of his cock and the pleasure it afforded me.

Dan I stayed in touch over the next few weeks until I left to go back to college.  I left the area with memories and a little guest inside my blood.

[justcurious]

I hope there's more to this. Dan sounds extremely hot, and I'm sure he has so much to teach Wally. 

[lynn1964]

Hot, hot!! A young man's first venture into the forest of gaydom! It's great how you seem to place me in the action. Dan was indeed that wolf in sheep's clothing! In more ways than one. 

Perfect, as per your standards Toon!!

[hrbigbelly]

I need to meet a wolf in sheep's clothing hehehehehe