Hairy Men

I don't get this obsession we all have with hairless men. I mean, truthfully, I like them just the way they come, just the way their mothers made them. However they were born, them being their authentic selves.

However...

I do like them with hair. Hairy chests, hairy stomachs, hairy legs, hair in the small of their backs, hairy arses. Wherever? Kept trim.

There's nothing like a good furry crack to run my fingers through.

Hairy chests running down their torso to a hairy stomach is hot.

Hairy stomachs running down under the elastic of their jocks and disappearing is really sexy.

And a good set of hairy legs, makes me hard.

Marco, the Senior Associate, who works in the office next to mine, is a case in point. Sometimes he comes in on Fridays in casual clothes, he looks like a muscle boy in his t-shirts and jeans. Black hair, facial growth, piercing green eyes. Don’t think I haven’t noticed. He smiles and says hello to me in the kitchen. Soldier on with Codral. I don’t have a cold, I just like the sentiment. You know, sucking on something, if you really need it explained.

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