As usual with the arrogance of some twinks, he had approached you at the bar, was very interested in you, but at the same time was being difficult and fickle. He was practically drooling as he rubbed your hairy, muscular forearms, put his hands up underneath your shirt, feeling up your strong, hairy chest, and squeezing your nipples while he looked at you and licked his lips. He was studying the chest hair that spilled out over your collar with heat in his eyes, but then he saw that the hair poking out went around the entire neck line. “Wait, do you have a hairy back?” You looked him straight in the eyes, “Very hairy, just as hairy as the front.” He grimaced, “hairy backs are gross, I’m leaving.” You feigned a look of disappointment, but then said, “maybe you need to change your mind about that.” Without wasting a second, you used your hypnotic prowess to attack his weak mind, taking control. Within minutes, he had changed his stance. “Hairy backs are hot, so manly,” he whispered in your ear as he reached under your shirt and ran his hands over your back. You left the bar and brought him to your place a few blocks away. Despite the fact that you had rewired his thinking about hairy backs, he was still going to pay for being so judgmental. The seduction was quick, and before long you were inside of him, stretching him wider and deeper than he had ever felt before. He moaned as you shot your first transformative load far up inside him, smiling at him as you knew the changes would start immediately. But you had more work to do. After only a minute of recovery, you started pumping again, your balls churning up another large load. In the middle of the second breeding, you put him on all fours, and kept pumping. Right as you were about to cum, you pulled out, and shot ropes and ropes all over his back. You reached down and smeared your cum in an even layer all over. You let him rest in your bed for a few minutes, mainly to make sure the cum soaked in, and then sent him on his way. A week later you saw him at a rooftop bar. He was in a tank top, still thinking and acting like he was a twink, oblivious to what he was putting on display. His twink friends were all ignoring him, but you had a feeling, one by one, you were going to make those twinks find out they too have something in common with their ex-twink friend with the extremely hairy back.
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