Date: Wed, 5 Sep 2012 17:30:34 -0700
From: A J <bigfanofhairydads@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing up in the south- my story

This is all a true story.  I'm not going to exaggerate either because if
you tell a true story and lie, it's not a true story.

I want to say first that I was not like any other kids out there.  I was
different, and 99.9% of those out there are different than I was.

I still haven't decided how I'm going to tell this story, because it's
particularly long due to the many experiences, but in this one, I'll write
until I stop.

I'm an adult now still with a fascination for older men (usually straight
older men or otherwise masculine bears)


I was a very sexual kid.  Very sexual before I was supposed to even know
what was going on.  My first recollections of anything was lying in my
small bed and putting toys on and around my dick because it felt really
good down there.

Flash forward to being potty trained.  I remember watching my dad standing
in front of me, pulling his dick out, and making me watch to see how I was
properly supposed to pee into the toilet.  I remember not being able to
take my eyes off of it. Seeing all of the hair and furry stomach on this
huge man with a dick that hung longer than my face was incredible.   This
caused me to become very interested in his dick. I would find any possible
way that I could to get to look at it.  I'd hide under the bed when I knew
that he was getting out of the shower or open the bathroom door when I knew
he was taking a dump.  I would even jump into bed with them at night saying
that I was scared, just so that I could get a closer look/feel of it when I
knew he was asleep.  As soon as the snoring stopped, I knew that I had
woken him, and I'd just lay there pretending to be asleep.  I doubt he ever
knew, but there was always that chance.  He most likely would have spanked
the hell out of me if he did. (Not my thing either, never was)

I also loved to play with his chest hair.  I remember crawling up onto his
chest and or belly and falling asleep while rubbing either his chest or
belly.   As I said, he really didn't know.  There was no way that he could
raise a gay son in his opinion, when he found out later in life.

I tried playing around with a few friends my age, but I knew that I liked
older furry men.

My first time in the YMCA, my mom let me go to the locker room by myself
and I remember seeing all of these older guys with furry packages and furry
chests just walking around naked.  One of the guys saw me looking at his
and he laughed.  He looked around and it started to get bigger, and I just
stood there looking at this huge dick not more than 5 feet away from my
face.  He smiled as he did it, and then when he heard something, walked
away from me. It was incredible and I decided to look around some more. I
went up to this one big hairy older man and pretended I didn't know he was
there and backed up right into him so that his balls touched my back.  I
said sorry and walked away.  That was too risky, and I just spent the rest
of my time standing there and staring at everyone changing.

My mom actually had to send someone in to make sure that I was all right
after about 30 minutes of waiting for me.

Around the same time, I was taken to a water park and allowed to go into
the water at the wave pool by myself.  In the corners of the wave pool
other kids liked to go and stand there, and when the wave came it twirled
everybody around.  Well one day, there was this big redneck bubba dad just
standing there with his kids... I swam up to this big burly hairy redneck
moments before the wave came, went underwater, put my hands into his
shorts, felt the fur at his belly at my shoulder and felt the hair down to
his dick on my arm, and grabbed a hold of his dick and balls.  As soon as
the whirlpool effect started, I let go, having fulfilled my intentions.
When all was settled, I looked at him, and he had this freaked out look on
his face wondering who had grabbed him.  I felt guilty, but I really wanted
to touch it.  I look back and am sure I was wanting one of these dads to
catch me and make me do other things to him.

More to come.

If you feel like writing me,  I'm at bigfanofhairydads@gmail.com