“Yeah, you like that, don't you,” Parker said.
“Fuck yeah, you've got such a great chest, so hairy. . .”
“I've been trying for weeks to get you to run your hands over my chest.”
“And now I'll never stop.”
Parker ripped the tattered remains of his shirt off, finally revealing his entire hairy torso. Marc felt his cock twitch, pre-come leaking into the folds of his underwear. Shit, what am I doing, why am I doing this. . .? Am I merely getting back at Rich or finally indulging in what I've wanted since the moment I saw Parker with his shirt off? Marc ran his tongue around hard nipples, following the trail down Parker's flat hairy stomach, stopping only when he came to the waistline of his jeans. His eyes could see the huge bulge from there, and all of a sudden all he could think about was taking that thick cock into his mouth. Like he'd seen Paolo doing on the beach a few weeks ago, savoring every inch until he came and came, shooting buckets down his dry throat, Marc dropped to his knees and unzipped the jeans from Parker's hairy legs. What popped out amazed Marc; the cock was bigger than he'd imagined, far bigger than Rich's, which was impressive to begin with. Doubt crowded Marc's mind, but then he shoved it aside, desire had consumed him and he would not be denied. He opened his mouth wide and took the head in, licking, drawing his tongue over the eye, tasting Parker's pre-come, knowing it was a prelude to a thicker, gooey flavor that he would savor.
“Yeah, suck me, Marc, suck it.”
“God, it's huge.”
Huge, yes, but Marc happily took it into his mouth, down his throat, sliding it in and out between moist lips. He took it all, way down to the mass of hair that encircled the end of the long shaft. With exploring fingers, Marc guided the cock in, in, in, further, all while his other hand snaked around to Parker's ass, running fingers over fur-covered cheeks. Christ, Marc thought, Parker was one fucking hairy beast, a big cocked ape. He pulled out, saliva keeping the connection between cock and mouth.
“I can't wait, fuck me, Parker.”
Parker grabbed him, tossed him down on the bed, lifted his legs. From the bedside he withdrew a condom and Marc watched with envy and excitement as he unrolled the latex down the long, thick shaft. He lubed Marc's ass once, then twice for good measure. He would need a lot to take this piece of meat. Marc gazed up at the man who was about to fuck him, the first man in years, other than Rich, to take him, and he couldn't believe how much he wanted it, craved it. He reached down and grabbed the encased cock, guiding it toward his waiting ass. Parker pushed, pushed again, and Marc felt the tip pierce him.
“Oh, oh, oh,” he said, panting, breathing as though as were in labor.
“Ready?”
“Yes, now, give it to me.”
Parker pushed again, again, and this time his cock slipped in, much to the delighted cries of Marc. He quickened his thrust, fast, faster, and this time the entire cock disappeared within his ass. Marc's legs were so high in the air, his feet rested in the thicket of Parker's chest, toes digging into thick carpet as Parker started to pound, thrust, pound, thrust, energetically fucking Marc with all his might, heaving grunts accompanying each wild motion. Marc took them all, encouraging Parker to go deeper, harder, more, more, more, give me every inch, I want it all, yes, yes, yes. Parker climbed atop the bed, positioning himself over Marc. Marc's hand slid around and grabbed hold of Parker's back. He had thick hairy patches on his upper back and shoulders, and they felt great, good, sexy, dangerous, like an animal was devouring him.
“Yes, more, more, Parker, fuck me you hairy beast, I want it now, now. . .”
“Yeah, take it, take my cock,” he said, thrusting harder, harder still, Marc's cries shaking the room, shattering the night, and still that didn't deter Parker. He urged himself onward, and Marc could feel every contour of his cock as it penetrated deeper and deeper. Marc grabbed at the hairy, heaving man above him, holding on for dear life as that giant cock threatened to split him in two. He reached down to stroke his own cock, and the mere touch made his cock erupt, shot after shot of hot come shooting high into the air, splattering against Parker's hairy chest. But his orgasm only spurred Parker on further, knowing that what Marc had achieved was what he wanted, and that's what Marc wanted, to feel that huge cock explode inside him. Marc knew it would make him come again, he was that turned on; he was not to be satisfied until he'd achieved another climax.
Suddenly Parker pulled out, moving quickly to the ottoman positioned at the edge of the bed. He sat spread-eagle, pulling Marc down on him, impaling him with one fast motion. Marc cried out again at the impact of big cock into willing ass. He eased backward, Parker's strong arms keeping him from falling, and he bounced up, bounced down, repeatedly, on Parker's giant cock, hands twisting Parker's nipples, grabbing at the thick mat on his chest. Again, he felt orgasm ripping through his body, his second when Parker hadn't even achieved one. Feeling for that hairy chest again, begging that this fucking hairy beast fuck him hard, hard, hard, bouncing and taking each receptive thrust, Marc found himself overwhelmed by the entire experience and going on instinct rather than thought he leaned forward and kissed Parker on the lips. Their lips connected and their tongues entwined, and just then Parker thrust
