Some friends had asked me to house sit for a couple of weeks while they went on vacation. I quickly agreed as it got me out of my small apartment and into a better part of town, even if it was only for a short time.

I was also doing some work around the house and had plenty to do while they were away. I was just preparing to hang a new bathroom door when the bell rang. “Who the fuck is this?” I muttered to myself as I went downstairs.

I opened the door to find a deliveryman standing there. And what a deliveryman. He was over six feet tall and I estimated about two hundred pounds of solid bear. His reddish brown hair and beard were in need of a trim. The hair on his neck merged into the heavy pelt covering his chest, visible through the open front of his shirt. His shirt was dark with sweat. I could smell him on the hot July wind that blew in through the door. Jim, the name tag said.

“Can I help you?” I asked, thinking, “I certainly hope so!" " I’ve got your water here,” He replied, in a voice deeper than my own low bass. “Excuse me?” I answered, “Water?” “Yep,” he pointed to the bottles on the ground beside him.

I had been too busy looking at him to notice much of anything else. “Oh yeah. They go in the kitchen.”  “Which way is that?” he asked, picking up the bottles as easily as if they were two quart bottles. “I’ve never been here before.”  I led the way to the kitchen and watched as he replaced the empty on the cooler and gathered the empties.

“Would you like something to drink? It’s awful hot today,” I asked. “Sure, thanks. This is my last stop for the day. I think I can take a break,” he smiled.  "Water?" I asked, half-joking.  He smiled.  “How about juice, pop or a beer?” I asked.  “A beer would taste good,” he smiled again.

This guy was turning me on just standing there. I hoped I wouldn’t get a hard on. The shorts I was wearing were tight and it would be pretty obvious. I had noticed his wide gold wedding band when he had picked up the bottles. I don’t like to make a move on a married man unless I get some kind of signal that they’re interested and I wasn’t getting anything now.

“I’m just filling in on this route,” he told me. “Where are you normally?” I asked.  “The north side,” he responded. “That’s where I live!” I explained that I was just house sitting and doing some work on the house.

“I’d better get going,” he raised his hairy arm and glanced at his watch. “Can I use the john?” “Sure,” I led him upstairs.  “Replacing the door, eh?” he stated the obvious as he went to the toilet and unzipped his pants, pulling out his dick.

“That did it. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I could feel my dick twitch in my shorts. Jim stood at the toilet looking at me, and my now obvious hard on. “You want this?” he slowly stroked his dick.  I just nodded.  “Come and get it, buddy,” he continued to stroke himself.  I stepped towards him.

“Want me to piss on you, man?”  I nodded again. I stepped into the bathtub and knelt down.  Jim stepped over to the rub and pulled my tank top over my head with one hand as he kept a tight grip on his cock with the other. ”Yeah, I’m gonna pee on your fuckin hairy chest.” He growled and then let fly with his hot piss. It splattered into my hard nipples and ran down my chest, through the thick hair, onto my shorts. His piss was thick and hot and had a strong smell. Jim had obviously not peed in a while. His wedding band was shinning in the sunlight.

“Now what, guy?” his hand worked his dick and a drop appeared in his piss slit. I leaned forward and licked the head of his cock. “Yeah, buddy. Suck that dick, faggot.” he whispered.  Suddenly his cock expanded to fill my mouth. His left hand was now on the back of my head. I looked up to see him playing with his nipples through the open front of his shirt. “Swallow that dick, cocksucker,” he growled. “I wanna feel your beard on my balls. “

I did my best to oblige him. I unbuckled his pants and pulled his balls through the fly of his boxer shorts. Raising his nine-inch dick out of the way, I licked and sucked his hairy bear balls, rubbing my chin against them. “Fuck, yeah, faggot! That feels so fuckin good.”

“Glad you like it,” I said, speaking for the first time since we had gone upstairs. I worked my way up his hair-covered belly, rubbing my beard against it. “Yeah,” he moaned, “That’s real fuckin' good.”

I continued on up through the thick hair on his chest, searching for his nipples under the thick hair. I finally found them, sucking on first one and then the left.  A moan from Jim was his only response.  I moved to his right pit and took a deep breath. The smell was strong and masculine and made me dizzy. I began to lick and nibble his sweaty pit. Jim shivered with lust.

I moved to the other side and repeated the process. “Let’s get naked, cocksucker,” Jim’s voice was thick with lust.  I pulled off my shorts and helped him get out of his pants. He left his boots on. “Where’s the bedroom, faggot?” he asked. “This way.” I led him to the room I was using since I was staying there.

I felt his hand on my ass as I led the way down the hall. “Fuckin' nice hairy ass, man. I can’t wait to fuck it with this big dick of mine.”  “Me either,” I thought to myself. He pushed me down on my belly on the bed and walked around to the other side where the lube and rubbers were on the bedside table. “Ready for anything, eh, faggot?” he chuckled as he stuck his hand into the jug.  I slid across the bed and swallowed his stiff nine-incher.

“Oh yeah. Suck that fucker!”  I felt one, two, then three of his far fingers up my asshole. He was getting me ready for his rampant dick. “Like then, eh?” he asked, as I pushed against his hand. My answer was muffled by his dick in my throat, but he knew I wanted him in me.

“Yeah, man. I’m gonna ram this big fucker up your ass,” he pulled his dick from my mouth. “You want it, don’t you, faggot?”  “Yes, sir. Fuck my hairy ass with that big dick of yours,” I replied as he flipped me over. My own dick, the equal of his, stood out hard and drooling over my hairy belly.

He rolled a rubber down his dick and positioned himself between my legs. “Get ready, faggot,” he growled. “I’m gonna fill your fuckin' ass with this big man's dick.”  Even though he was bigger than anything I was used to, I wanted him so badly that I had no problem taking him as he smoothly slid into me.  

“Oh, yeah! That feels real nice,” Jim flexed inside me. “Yes, sir,” I raised my legs as far as I could. “Like it, faggot?” He whispered, lowering his face to mine.  I could smell the beer on his breath, “Yes, sir!”  Slowly, he began to move in me.

My dick was trapped between our hairy bellies.  His hairy chest was smashed onto mine. “Fuckin' great ass, man,” Jim gasped, “Better than a boy’s ass anytime.”  So, I thought,  this isn’t the first time he’s fucked an ass. “Yeah, I like fuckin a man’s ass, but I like pussy, too,” he rammed me harder than before.

“Then fuck this man's ass!” I said grabbing onto his hairy ass, running my hands up and down his hairy covered back and shoulders.  “Get ready for the fuck of your life, faggot!” He increased his pace even more. Jim rammed me even harder. I felt like I would explode soon.  “TAKE IT, FAGGOT!” He roared, “TAKE IT!”  I felt him get even larger as he pumped his load into me.

A moment later I shot off a gigantic load of my own, coating both our hairy chests and hitting myself in the face.  He lay on top of me, breathing deeply, slowly returning to normal. His now deflating dick slowly withdrawing from my abused asshole. “Oh, man,” he whispered. “That was something else. Better than pussy, that’s for sure,” he grinned down at me.  “Thinking about giving it up?” I asked.  “Pussy? Yeah, I should,” he rolled off of me.  “Yeah, you should,” I agreed. We lay on the sweat soaked bed and he told me about a marriage that had gone on longer than it should have.

I told him about my own attempt and how it had failed.  “Well, I better get going,” he began searching for his clothes.  “When’s your next delivery?” I asked him as he covered his hairy chest.  “The regular driver will be back next week.” “Want my number?” “Sure,” he replied, pulling up his pants.  I gave him my card. “Yeah, I know where this is,” he said, sticking the card into his shirt pocket. Then, he was down the stairs and out the door.  “Well, so much for that,” I thought, as I rubbed my still damp chest.

A couple of weeks passed. I was lying around my apartment, watching TV when there was a knock at the door. “I’ve got your water delivery, faggot,” Jim grinned, clutching his crotch. I grinned back, ushering him in I fell to my knees as the door closed out the outside world. Jim’s dick was already out of his pants and nearly hard. “Glad to see me?” I grinned up at him.

“Yeah,” he growled, “I’ve been thinking about your faggot mouth on my dick, sucking a load out of it.”  I ran my tongue down the bottom of his dick to his balls. “Ruined pussy for me,” he said, lightly resting his hands on my head. “OH, SHIT!” He suddenly blasted a big load into my mouth. I kept his slowly deflating dick in my mouth. My own, still hard dick stood out of the fly of my boxer shorts.

“Give me a couple of minutes, cocksucker,” Jim said, heavily sitting down on the couch.  I went into the kitchen and got him a beer.  “Jeez, that was some blowjob,” he said, taking a long pull on his beer.  “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” I said, unbuttoning his sweaty shirt. His scent was strong in my small apartment. Jim passively let me undress him.

He slowly drank his beer.  I put a porno tape in the VCR. I wasn’t sure if he was watching or not. Then I saw his cock was getting hard again. “You all right?” I asked.  His response was to grab me and force my face into his sweaty crotch. “Suck me, faggot.”  I didn’t need a lot of convincing.

“Ever since I fucked your ass, I haven’t been able to fuck a woman!” he said, shoving me down on his dick.  I gagged on his length.  He held me down, choking me. “Fuckin FAGGOT!” he yelled, and came again.  He pushed me off his still hard cock. “Where the fuck are my clothes?” He got dressed and stormed out the door.  

I sat on the floor, the taste of his cum strong in my mouth. I didn’t understand what was wrong. I never found out. I never saw him again.