I'm An Arse Man
I love guy's arses, always have. Ever since the first time I had sex in grade 5 with Tom Syme. I licked his arse, right after we'd sucked each other's cocks, there in the back of the deserted classroom after 15.30. It seemed to be the right thing to do.
It always just seemed perfectly natural to me to slide my tongue in a guy's crack. Of course, Tom wasn't hairy then and muscled. He developed blond ringlets when he got older and developed a stocky, masculine build. I wished I'd licked him out then.
And there was Alex's arse five years later, it was always my favourite part of him. Well, nearly… I liked getting inside of it any way I could, with any part of my body. Alex in his jocks, I could whack off now just thinking about it. Sexy boy. Perfect butt. Perfect legs.
I knew I liked guys from their arse cracks and hair – chests and stomachs, arms and legs. Love them all. Can I slide my tongue right in there? I love that smooth, silky taste.
Then there was Andy, my best mate, when I'd left school and was going out with Leah. I used to kiss Leah in public and I used to lick Andy in private. Andy was hot. We'd all headed down the beach in the summer. Andy used to wear those pale blue speedos, everyone's mum used to tell him they were transparent when they were wet.
They were.
"Oh Andy," they would say, in mock surprise, looking through their splayed fingers across their eyes.
They used to all perve on the well built Andy's arse, but I was the one who used to get to lick it.
Butt cracks on builders, on straight tradies, plumbers in overalls, in work pants, make me drool. Just to perve at, just to gaze. Hairy chests, hairy arms. Watch them in action. Sneak a look.
Hairy arses, thick hairy thighs, hairy ball sacks, hairy nuts, I like my men hairy. They don't need to shave any of it off, just how god made you, boys, just how you come naturally. There is nothing like a nice big set of hairy legs poking out the legs of their tight briefs, or shorts, or tradie shorts. Big, blokey bums packed into cotton.
It always just seemed perfectly natural to me to slide my tongue in a guy's crack. Of course, Tom wasn't hairy then and muscled. He developed blond ringlets when he got older and developed a stocky, masculine build. I wished I'd licked him out then.
And there was Alex's arse five years later, it was always my favourite part of him. Well, nearly… I liked getting inside of it any way I could, with any part of my body. Alex in his jocks, I could whack off now just thinking about it. Sexy boy. Perfect butt. Perfect legs.
I knew I liked guys from their arse cracks and hair – chests and stomachs, arms and legs. Love them all. Can I slide my tongue right in there? I love that smooth, silky taste.
Then there was Andy, my best mate, when I'd left school and was going out with Leah. I used to kiss Leah in public and I used to lick Andy in private. Andy was hot. We'd all headed down the beach in the summer. Andy used to wear those pale blue speedos, everyone's mum used to tell him they were transparent when they were wet.
They were.
"Oh Andy," they would say, in mock surprise, looking through their splayed fingers across their eyes.
They used to all perve on the well built Andy's arse, but I was the one who used to get to lick it.
Butt cracks on builders, on straight tradies, plumbers in overalls, in work pants, make me drool. Just to perve at, just to gaze. Hairy chests, hairy arms. Watch them in action. Sneak a look.
Hairy arses, thick hairy thighs, hairy ball sacks, hairy nuts, I like my men hairy. They don't need to shave any of it off, just how god made you, boys, just how you come naturally. There is nothing like a nice big set of hairy legs poking out the legs of their tight briefs, or shorts, or tradie shorts. Big, blokey bums packed into cotton.
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