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[charliegyrth]

The Hairy Stranger

Hi, people! So I accidentally posted today's story yesterday (the continuation of my Fattening My Mormon Roommate saga), so here's a little mini-story that I was planning to post on my Chuck Gyrth blog instead.

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I'm alone in a grassy field. Totally lost. I wandered away from my friends to take a piss, and now I don't know what to do.

No phone. No buildings in sight.

I start to panic.

And then I see him. A short, thick man with a stout belly and dark body hair across every inch of him. He's dressed only in black underwear, as if he wants me to see all of him.

Why is he here? In the middle of fucking nowhere. And why does he look so familiar?

Have I dreamt about him? I don't remember my dreams, but somehow, I know him. Not from real life, but... from somewhere.

He looks over his shoulder. He doesn't smile at me, but his dark eyes are calling me toward him. He expects me to follow.

I don't. I watch in confusion as he walks away, his firm ass shifting under the tight briefs.

He isn't my type, except he absolutely is. I just never realized it before. I want him. I want to run my fingers through his dense fur. I want him on top of me, forcing me to feel his weight.

I follow him.

He moves at a steady, lumbering pace. It doesn't take long to catch up.

"Hey! Who are you?"

He looks at me but doesn't answer.

I step closer. I'm a little scared.

He scans me from my feet to my face. Then, with a blank expression yet with hunger in his eyes, he grabs my shirt and strips it off.

I let him. My shirt falls onto the grass.

He grabs my waist and pulls me close. I can feel the strength in his big hands. He makes sure that I can feel his hairy skin against me. He's in total control.

He holds me by the back of the head and kisses me hard.

As his tongue invades my mouth, as his beard scratches my chin, he grabs my wrists. Pulls both hands against him. He wants me to feel him.

I slide my hands over his wide edges. He's soft on top but very solid underneath. He's warm.

He pulls me even closer, making me feel the growing hardness in his underwear. It's not just the size of his cock that makes me tremble. It's the radiating heat.

He ends the kiss by pushing me back. Then, still not saying a word, he reaches for my zipper.

"Dan! Where are you?"

That's my friend Louis. He's looking for me. His voice echoes from the other side of the field. I look over my shoulder, just for a second, but when I turn back, the hairy stranger is gone.

I don't know where he went. The trees aren't thick enough to hide him.

Louis reaches me. He looks at my shirtless body and the obvious bulge in my still-buttoned shorts. He smirks.

"I was just..." I muttered. I looked around once more. The stranger is long gone.

Louis playfully punches my shoulder. "We've been looking all over for you! You can jerk off on your own time."

"I wasn't..."

He grabs my shirt and throws it at me. "Seriously. You can't wander off like that. You know there are wild bears here."

The End

Thanks for reading! This kind of mini-story fits more with my Chuck Gyrth brand, so if you liked it, head over to that blog. And as always, check out my story index for all my latest stuff.

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Short ‘n squat… who wants his belly to grow?

[assafosbear]

Many of you asked for a picture of my wide hairy back so here it is :)