I’ve always been interested in two things: hairy bodies and uncut cocks. Needless to say I have had my share of adventures. Some slow and mellow, and others quick, wild and unplanned. Part of my success is that I have no inhibitions, sense the right timing and keep my eyes open. I know what I like and I go after it. And I'm an excellent cocksucker and I like to show off my hairy body and thick uncut dick. I’m about 5' 7", short dark hair, trim beard, blue eyes and a hairy hunky body. But it’s the uncut cock that attracts.

One of my cowboy jack-off buddies in high school accused me of being spoiled by my own dick. It’s understandable. It hangs straight and thick and the foreskin is flexible so that it will stay down or I can stretch it out, stuff fingers inside or slip the head of another hard dick into it. I can’t think of anything hotter than the sensation of a hard cockhead tucked tight inside my foreskin. Unless it’s the look crossing the face of a hot man who’s hard dick is slipping inside. Any guy who has been circumcised, but is actively searching for uncut meat, will tell you that nothing equals that feeling. And they appreciate the moment and beg for more. I have seen tough silent men on their knees telling me how much they appreciate that uncut dick, yes sir! Well, it’s part of the background of this story of what happened to me a couple of weeks ago.

It was late Sunday afternoon and I was taking a tour of one of the least active parts in the northern part of town. The sky was gray, the air had a slight chill and nobody was around, so I enjoyed waking through the woods by myself. I was almost back to my car when I noticed a beat-up pickup pull in and stop. The driver got out, leaned against the fender and lit up a cigarette; watching me as I walked up.

The guy looked like something from the sixties as he sat on the rattletrap truck. His cowboy shirt had seen better days and was open at the top, exposing a lush mat of light brown chest hair. His faded Levis had holes in both knees and were covered with white paint. To top it off, long hair hung down to his shoulders.

We stood there looking each other over. As I adjusted my crotch he flicked his cigarette into the air and headed for the men’s room near the baseball diamond. He didn’t give a whole hell of an indication that he was interested; matter of fact he was almost surly. But I had an intuition. I waited a couple of minutes and then followed him inside.

The can was built of solid concrete like a war bunker; even the partition walls, so not a chance of a glory hole. He was standing in one of the stalls so I took the other one. It was so quiet that we could hear each other breathing. The sound of the metal buttons on my 501’s was obvious as my Levis dropped to my knees. From the other side came the rhythmic patter of hand on skin. The guy was jerking off.

My cock was hard as a rock by that time and I was pulling the foreskin out and down with one hand and my loaded ballsac with the other. Was I just going to stand there and jack off, I thought to myself, or is he going to move around here so that I can see the action? I was too hot to speculate on that one so I hoisted my Levis, moved out and leaned up against the wall so he could get a full view of my cock pointing at 12 o’clock.

His brown eyes were ringed with long lashes and he just looked at me, not registering anything. But his long hard piece of man-meat told the story. I moved in closer until our cocks were touching; I reached down and pulled his balls. His nuts were half the size of mine but our cocks were an even match. Except he was cut.

Too bad, I thought, as he continued to look me over. All this time he had been watching me, sort of studying, or memory banking, what he was looking at. And then I reached down with both hands and pulled my foreskin down over the head of my cock and stretched it in his direction. When he saw that foreskin his face changed, spreading a smile from ear to ear. He let out a quiet whistle and said in a soft voice that I could barely hear, “Man, your dick is uncut!”

He leaned over, wrapped his hand around my cock and gave it a firm squeeze. I could tell by the feel, and by the way that he looked (or maybe it was that intuition) that he did not have a lot of experience.

His hand went further to my balls. “Fucking bull balls,” he said in a soft voice.

“Yes,” I said, leaning into him, “I’d like to get naked with you and sit on your chest and stuff those big bull balls in your mouth.” His eyes closed and I felt a shudder pass through his body. I knew I had hit a sensitive fantasy.

“Watch this!” I said as I raised his hand to my mouth, stuck in an index finger and then swirled it around until it was slippery with spit. I pulled his hand back and guided it down to my cock and slid the finger inside my foreskin. His body stiffened like he had been shot.

“Anybody ever done that before?” I asked. Trying to get more information.

“No,” he whispered, “But I’ve thought about it a lot. My dad is uncut and I’ve seen his cock hard a couple of times and I’ve always wondered what it would feel like, especially the skin.”

I pulled his head to my chest so that he could get a closer look. “It will take more than fingers but we’ve got to get your cock slick first. You like your dick sucked?”

I was down on my knees before he could answer and had his rod down my throat. I reached around, cupped his ass with both hands and pulled his lean body forward. In no time his hands were holding my head as he was fucking my face like crazy. I couldn’t help thinking that this was one hell of a hot dude.

I pulled back and stood up, watching his dripping cock bounce in the air. Finally I spoke. “Now hold your dick with both hands and watch.”

He grasped his cock like a fire hose and gave me an inquisitive look.

“You like that skin? Well you're gonna get it!” I said, pulling my foreskin out with both hands and aiming it at his cock.

I leaned forward, pushing my precum-slicked foreskin over the head of his dick. His breath sort of hissed out as his head fell to my shoulder and I could feel his cock head swelling, filling my skin so tight that every hard jerk of his dick made the skin even tighter. His hands were gripping both our dicks so I reached up, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled until his face was on a level with mine. The once expressionless face now had a look of wide-eyed submission. I caught the look; I had seen it before.

My voice was so deep it came out like a growl when I said, “You like that big uncut daddy dick, don’t you!”

His cock, stuffed into my foreskin, gave a jerk as he closed his eyes and said, “Oh daddy, you know I do...”

His lips parted slightly as I leaned and started chewing on his moustache, running my tongue over his clamped teeth. Fuck, I said to myself, this guy is not only inexperienced with uncut cock, he’s never even kissed a man before!

I pulled him closer, nibbled his neck, tongued his ears and turned his face toward mine, saying, “You’re gonna like that daddy dick and you're gonna do everything I tell you to do. But you’ll have to remember two things: the first is that everything you do, pleasures your daddy first; you don’t count. The second is that you don’t cum until your daddy tells you to. No matter how hard you beat your meat or how full your balls are or how much you wanna shoot that load, you don’t cum until I tell you to. Understood?!”

He didn’t say anything, just pressed against me and nodded yes. My tongue moved over his moustache, snaked between his lips then glided past his teeth. He groaned so loud that the sound reverberated against the cement walls. His hands seemed on automatic as they dropped from holding our cocks as he reached around and pulled me into him. I wasn’t rough; I didn’t shove my tongue all the way down. But every moment was choice. Then easily, gently, his mouth opened.

As I pulled away a string of spit hung like a web and he was watching. “You liked that, didn’t you,” I said.

“Oh daddy, yes!” came the answer.

“Feel those balls! Feels those big bull balls!” I ordered.

He reached down and hefted my ballsac, squeezing and feeling them out. “Oh daddy, you have such big balls....” he whispered to me.

"You like those big balls," I said. "Well get down and lick them! Suck 'em...get them both in your mouth at the same time!"

He hesitated, but I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him down to his knees. His eyes were now on the same level as my dick and I knew that he was looking it over. But I guided his face until his lips were nuzzling my balls.

“Oh daddy,” he mumbled so quietly that I could barely hear. “You’ve got such big balls, and I do like that big uncut cock. That big daddy meat.”

He put his left hand on my cock and gently stroked the skin up and down, all the while massaging my balls.

“Lick my nuts!” I demanded. “Just imagine you’re in bed with your dad and he’s sleeping. You want to see how big his dick can get so you move down and stick your face right in his crotch. You start licking his balls so you can him watch throw a rod right in your face.”

I could tell that he was sniffing my balls, taking in the aroma, and then felt the warmth of his hesitant mouth. In no time he was getting into it and soon I didn’t have to coax any longer. I could look down and watch him jerk his meat in the same way he was jacking my dick. All the while carefully each heavy ball in and out of his mouth. I was getting steamed up and wanted his mouth on my dick so I pulled back and pointed my dripping cock in his face.

“Suck it,” I said, “suck it nice and slow and deep!” I pushed my dick to his lips and held it there. “Suck it! Suck your daddy's dick!”

He looked up at me, squinting, and a flash of terror moved across his face. His mouth started to open and he let out a gasp and dropped his head on my boots and said, “Oh, god, I can’t do it daddy. I want to, but I just can’t...and I do want to please you and make you feel good!”

“Ah what the hell,” I said, “just get your dick up here. Your daddy will show you how to do it right!”

I pulled him up and told him to jack his meat slow and easy so I could watch. This time he took the lead and kissed me slowly and let me know me that he liked what he was doing. I was getting hotter as hell, both of us jacking off, kissing and holding on.

“Gotta have some more of that dick!” I said, and I was on my knees before I could finish the sentence.

His cock was producing a steady stream of precum and I licked the tip before swallowing his lengthy dong. Some guys really get off on getting sucked, like a blowjob shuts off the outside world. This guy was transported into space somewhere though he didn’t move. Where was the action I was getting before?

I pulled off his dick, looked up and smiled and said, “C’mon boy, your daddy can take it! Let him show you how to suck cock!”

I grabbed his hands and put them on my head. He got the message and started pumping my face. Slowly at first and then taking it all the way out, aiming and pushing that big dick all the way back in until it hit bottom. I could take it and reached around to slap his ass to let him know. What the hell, I said to myself. Here I am with this hot man, he’s hot for me and we have to get it on in this place. Wouldn’t it be better if we were at my apartment and he was naked on his knees in front of me?

My thoughts were interrupted by him saying, “Oh, daddy, I like watching you beat our meat while I'm fucking your face! I like watching the skin move up and down!”

His dick was hard as a rock and I could feel it getting thicker as he jammed it down my throat. I leaned back and gave him a full view of me, stroking my cock, slipping my fist up and down the slick skin-covered shaft. The look on his face was so hot that I had to have those lips again. I pulled off his dick, gave his balls a face nibble and stood up.

He gave me a relaxed smile from ear to ear. As he hefted by balls he said, “Oh man, this is alright.”

I licked my tongue over his moustache, gave him the same grin and aimed my mouth right on his. There was no hesitation this time while his tongue found mine. “Nothing like kissing your buddy. Holding on and jacking off,” I said. I was ready. I was in control.

“Now, this is what we’re gonna do: we’re gonna beat meat and you’re gonna shoot your load first. I wanna watch every second. I wanna see that cum shoot out. I wanna see your balls drop that load. And when you're finished you’re gonna hold on to me and beat my meat with your cum-slicked hand until I shoot. Got it?!”

His voice was loud and clear this time when he said, “Oh yeah daddy, I want you to watch me beat off!”

What a sight! Levis around ankles, cowboy shirt open to the waist, one arm around me and the other fisting his dick. Now he was smiling. He pulled me closer, tighter, and I could feel every jerk of his fist. It was almost like he was reading my mind when he shoved his hips forward and pounded his cock. “Oh daddy,” he moaned, not taking his eyes off his dick, “I did like you told me to. I won’t come until you say so....”

“Let your daddy see that load! Let it go!”

He looked at me, his face tightened up and his lips formed an “O”. And he pointed his pounding dick out like a fire hose...the cum started shooting out. The first glob dribbled out and hit the floor with a heavy splat. But the second flew through the air and sliced against the wall. Another shot lobed upward in an arching stream, following by another.

“Harder!” I barked, as his fist pistoned over his shaft. Every pulse of cock brought out another shot until finally he let go, but the cum continued to spurt.

I couldn’t believe what I could see: cum leaked off the wall, the floor was covered with white, milky pools and his dick was still dripping man-juice.

“Now,” I said, pulling around until his cum-slicked, half hard dick was pressed against my ass. Reaching around he fisted my cock with his cum-covered hand; jacking slow at first and then building up speed.

“I’ve got that big uncut daddy meat in my hand and I'm gonna beat a daddy load out!” he whispered in my ear.

My dick was hard as a fucking rock and my loaded balls were banging against his fist. A replay of the scene was going on in my head. The heat of his dick rubbing against my ass and knowing that he was watching his hand on my cock put me on the brink. I wanted him to have it! All of it! He earned it.

I stiffened, shoved back and then pushed forward as every ounce of my body seemed channeled to my cock. I growled and then let it all go. He fisted my cock like it was his own and as the first shot of cum sailed out and hit the floor he sank to his knees. Still jerking my rod, he watched the cum shoot out. I’m a cummer and I matched his load shot for shot until I lost count, then everything started to blur.

The next thing I knew he was whispering in my hear, “You are one hell of a hot man.... You got me doing things that I’ve never done before; never thought of before....”

He stuffed his cock back into his Levis, reached over and pulled on my cock and balls and said, “Some daddy, just look at that load.” And then he strolled out the door.

Still catching my breath I hoisted up my Levis and checked out the floor. Be-damned he was right; cum everywhere and cum dripping off the walls! And the floor...there was so much cum it looked like seven overloaded dudes had a circle jerk, not just two! But then, none of them was lookin’ for his dad.

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