Last spring during my junior year in college, as a reward for keeping my grades up, my folks sprung for me go down to Mexico with some friends from school for Spring Break.
I go to a small Christian college in southern Indiana an hour from where I grew up. It's not the most understanding place. And while is easy to find some fun it's not a place I can be out. I had a group of friends at schools. I didn't tell any of them that I loved to get fucked by guys.
When my friends Sarah, Anna and Erica decided to spend Spring Break in Cancun, they asked if I wanted to come. Their friend Aaron was going too.
I had met Aaron the first week of school this year when he started studying at the library with Erica and Sarah. While he was never rude, I didn't find him that warm or easy to talk to. He was definitely a good looking guy and sometimes I found myself staring at his hairy legs and arms when we would lounge around on the quad. He had a hot scruffy beard and slightly shaggy dirty blond hair that casually fell in his face when he turned his head to say something to you. He was a lean skinny guy, an inch or two taller than me, with a climbers build. I had seen his hairy chest a few times on the quad. His whole torso was covered in thick ringlets of fur that were darker brown than the hair on his head.
Though I generally found myself attracted the middle aged professors that I fairly routinely ran into late at night in the field house sauna...the ones who invited me back to their apartments to lick their hairy, slick throbbing cocks and suck on their furry nipples while they fucked me...
I definitely had a crush on Aaron. Probably precisely because his hairy bod made him seem more a man than the smooth twinky guys my own age on campus.
The day after our last final exam of the Winter Trimester we flew down to Cancun. The warm humid air we took in as we made our way to the hotel from the airport was a welcome change from southern Indiana. Our spring break didn't match other schools' which meant we were likely to have the run of resort we were staying at-a place that Sarah's parent had as a time share and where they had gone every winter since Sarah was in high school.
The "room" was actually a suite it what more or less looked like a resort hotel with three bed rooms- two with two beds each and one with one bed. The bedrooms opened up into a shared living and kitchen and the place had a balcony that overlooked one of the three large curving pools that followed the path of the connected complexes of the resort. From the balcony, looking past a wall of palm trees whose leaves swayed just below eye level, you could see the ocean.
The girls had drawn straws to see who would get the single room to themselves and Anna had won.
Aaron and I were going to share a room.
After we got unpacked and settled in we decided to go down to the pools. We all went back to our rooms to get ready.
I followed Aaron into our room and closed the door. Our beds were as far from each other as they could be.
I watched from across the room where I was standing next to my bed as Aaron pulled off his shirt exposing his hairy chest and torso. His hair slowly fell in his face as he looked down. I tried hard not to stare too obviously as he started to pull off his belt and unbutton his jeans. As I pulled my own shirt off I saw him strip down to his white briefs. The hair on his muscly legs looked even darker next to the white of his briefs. Aaron started to pull his briefs down, but then, as if suddenly again aware of my being in the room, he turned around as he continued undressing exposing his glorious furry round ass. As he half bent to take off his shorts, I could see his hairy balls come into view between his legs.
Feeling my cock harden in the shorts I was wearing, I quickly walked into the bathroom adjacent to our room so that I wouldn't give my increasingly aroused state away.
I closed the door almost fully but through the slightly open slit, I watch as he stepped into a white with blue paisley design pair of board shorts. He finished tightening the strings on it. My eyes lingered as he turned around exposing his flat, hairy abdomen. He pulled a tank top out of his dresser and raised it over his arms to put it on. As he did I got a view of his hairy, muscular arm pits. Even as his arms came down, I say the dark thick hair sprout uncontrolled framing his biceps; it matched his chest hair. The tank top fit snug against his body with about a hands width of his chest hair curls hanging over the top.
I had no idea how I was going to make it through five days of being so close to him.
I came out of the bathroom after I put my knee length red and white checkered board swimsuit on and grabbed a plain gray t-shirt with a pocket.
After fussing with his stuff, Aaron looked at me and asked, "Are you ready?"
When we went into the living room we saw that they girls had squeezed themselves into their tiniest bikinis and pairs of short shorts. With sunglasses and towels and sunscreen in hand, we headed out the door and down the stairs to the pool area that our balcony overlooked.
We found some chairs together in the shade to spare our fair skin and got the waiter's attention. The man who took our drink order was a handsome dark skinned man with a beautiful muscular ass. I noticed the coarse black hair on the sides of his arms as he handed me my drink. My eyes followed him as he made his way back to the bar. He never looked back.
As Anna, Sarah, Erica and I relaxed with our drinks, Aaron let us know that he was hot and he was going to head into the pool. I watched as he stripped of his shirt and followed him with my eyes till he jumped in the pool and slowly started swimming away from us to the far end of the pool. He disappeared out of site behind some of the lush, tropical plants and ferns that lined the water.
"He is such a brooder," remarked Anna.
"He' s sweet," added Sarah. And I like having guy friends that I know I'm never going to sleep with."
"He has a hot bod...but he is way too hairy," giggled Erica.
"Totally," said Sarah nonchalantly. And then the three of them burst out laughing in unison.
I knew all three of them only dated guys who were smooth.
What a loss for them.
They had no idea what they were missing.
But I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious while they talked, about the dark brown thick hair on my own legs and even the patch of chest hair that I had started to sprout.
Most of the porn I found I line only had smooth guys too. And way too many of the online ads I saw spouted bullshit about "smooth only." What was it about smooth guys that everybody liked so much?
My dad is a hairy guy and his brother Gabe is too. I was pretty sure that I would have a chest full of hair like them when my body thickened out with age. (My grandmother swore we had Greek blood in our family at some point although nobody could remember who.) I already had an almost permanent five o clock shadow like Uncle Gabe. For now, at 5'10" my body was lanky with some light muscle tone...and young and eager to be enjoyed.
I thought about the older Econ TA who I had met online the previous summer who had asked me to unbutton his shirt slowly so that he could feel my fingers brush through his generously dense chest hair. He was so hard and wet after that simple maneuver that I thought he was going to cream in my hands after I had then started licking his hairy nips. I still remember how the sweat dripped off his fur onto me as he fucked me on my back in his cramped studio apart where the air barely moved. I loved that he fucked me with his wedding ring still on.
I found it funny that Sarah, Anna and Erica did not feel self-conscious at all about me being there. It was like they didn't notice me at all during this conversation.
They went on about the guys they thought were cute on campus and which of their revolving door of boyfriends gave them the best fucking.
Finally, I covered my ears and loudly shouted "La, La, La. I can hear you guys. TOO MUCH INFORMATION!"
They laughed together.
"You are such a prude Isaiah," smiled Anna.
"And while we have your attention, how come you haven't gone out with anybody since Eva? Wasn't that like fall of freshmen year?" Asked Sarah.
"He's always studying," offered Erica." I know your parents are always on you about your grades but it might do you a little good to get laid every once in a while Isaiah."
Feeling the conversation heading into dangerous territory I got up and took off my shirt and said "How do you expect me to meet a girl I like with you guys always around. You're an intimidating bunch."
"Oh poor baby" I heard Sarah joke as I turned to the pool.
I cannon-balled in when I got to the edge.
I heard the girls hollering from the splash I created as I came up for air. I swam a few widths of the pool to cool off.
I looked around but didn't see Aaron anywhere.
I stayed in the pool and allowed my body to relax in the warm water.
When I got back to the lounge chairs I found the girls resting quietly on their stomachs and soaking in the sun.
I dried off, wrapped a towel around my waist, sat down and put my sunglasses back on as I read from the magazine that Erica had lying on the drink table between us. I grabbed the Dodgers baseball hat she had left on the book next to her drink to keep the sun off my face. Adjusting it on my head, I reclined against the chair.
