Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2015 15:05:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hairy Jacques <hairy.jacques@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Aaron, My Student"

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"Aaron, My Student"

What I liked most about Aaron was the fact that he had no idea how hot he
was. At age 19 he was at his physical peak: six foot one, buzz-cut brown
hair, solid muscles, and a self-conscious smile surrounded by dense, dark
stubble. Even at noon the five o'clock shadow of his beard was noticeable
above his lips, on his nicely clefted chin, and down his rugby player neck
all the way past his adam's apple. The stubble trailed off there but a
couple of inches below the hair picked up again, thicker than ever as it
curled over the collar of his t-shirt. He had hairy forearms too, and even
when he wore long sleeves you could see the soft tufts on his wrists poking
out. What was under the rest of Aaron's clothes I could only fantasize
about. After all, I was his physics professor.

Aaron had been a student in my class during the spring semester. It was a
small college, one that encouraged faculty to interact with their
students. I had invited him to dinner a couple of times with some of his
classmates, and since we hit it off it seemed natural enough to have him
over on weekends during the summer while he stayed in town to work with the
local landscaper and make spending money for the coming year. Certainly I
had nothing sexual in mind. He was a stud, but I was in the closet. What's
more, I didn't want to jeopardize our relationship. I was a new member of
the faculty, only eight years older than Aaron. He looked up to me as a
mentor of sorts, a big brother.

One July Saturday we decided to kill some time by playing a game of
one-on-one basketball in my driveway. He was a superb athlete, fast,
strong, and not only younger than me but also a couple of inches
taller. Even so, I played hard, not wanting to let him off too easily. We
worked up quite a sweat. Moisture plastered his gym-grey t-shirt to his
torso; there were dark circles under his arms and trails of sweat down his
front and his back. The workout was having the same effect on me, so I
pulled off my shirt and tossed it on the side of the driveway. We kept
playing, and I couldn't help but enjoy bumping up against him as we chased
after rebounds. Aaron's shirt was now totally soaked. He had to be
uncomfortable. "Take off your shirt for Chrissake," I said. "Aren't you
hot?"

Even though we were both flush with effort, I noticed his face turn a
darker shade of pink. He kept playing and for an awkward few seconds didn't
answer me. "I'm okay," he managed to say.

After our game we headed to my back deck and fired up the grill. As I made
burgers he gulped down ice tea and made small talk about his job and summer
school classes. Then he fell silent. "You know," he finally blurted out,
"I'm really embarrassed about..." His voice trailed off as he
hesitated. "About what?" I asked. "You have nothing to be embarrassed
about."

"It's just that I'm really hairy. In high school, some of the guys made fun
of me because I have so much hair on my chest. I hate to take my shirt
off. I haven't really even dated many girls because I'm afraid what they'll
say when they see me without a shirt on. I rubbed my hand on his solid
shoulder. His head hung down, afraid to make eye contact.

"Hey," I said, "it's okay." I told him that a lot of people got turned on
by hairy guys. The hair made them look more masculine and rugged.

"I don't know," he said, "you tell me." He reached into his shorts to pull
out the bottom of his shirt. Slowly, he peeled the sweat-damp fabric up and
over his stomach, his mid-section, and then his chest. "What do you think?"
I was afraid to answer, only because before me stood the most
mouth-watering young stud I'd ever laid eyes on. He was definitely not too
hairy, at least not for my taste. His shoulders, upper arms, and back were
smooth. But there was a thick mat of brown hair swirling over each of his
well-defined pecs and feathering over his collarbone. It was especially
thick at the center of his chest, and from there it descended in a heavy
trail of fur that spread out again over his washboard abs. It got more
dense beneath his navel and trailed still lower down into his shorts.

He looked up at me, waiting for my reaction. "You're a stud," I told
him. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of." He looked relieved. "You really
think so?"

"Of course I do. Check out your abs," I told him, "you've got a six
pack. Your chest is solid," I added, "and it even looks like you're
building up some really powerful lats." He smiled when I said that and
lifted up his arms to flex. He really did had a great V-shape, and his
biceps and shoulders nicely framed his sweaty, hairy armpits. "Thanks," he
said, "but what about all the hair?"

"I love it--" Oh shit, I thought to myself, why did I say that? I tried to
back-pedal. "I mean, it really does look good on you. You were meant to be
hairy. It just suits you." His smile got broader and more confident. "Well
I love the hair on your chest, too," he said, jutting out his finger and
grazing it over the light hair that fanned over my pecs. "C'mon," I
giggled, "that tickles."

Then he stuck his hands under my arms and started to tickle me for
real. "Cut it out," I yelled, laughing my ass off. Then he got more
aggressive, grabbling me in a bear hug and slamming me down on the deck. He
pinned my arms over my head with one hand and tickled me with the other. I
couldn't control my laugher. His muscular body pressed down on me. I
breathed in the sweet smell of his breath and the scent of his fresh
teenage sweat. Soon, there was something else I couldn't control: my
hard-on. I struggled to turn away from him, but he just pressed down more
firmly. He ground his crotch against mine-and he was hard too!

Keeping my arms pinned, he stopped tickling me and stared into my eyes. He
had a serious look on his face. "Here goes," he said, and then he pressed
his mouth onto mine. I opened my lips and his tongue slid between them. He
let go of my arms and placed his hands on the sides of my face as our
tongues did battle. I ran my fingers over his close-clipped scalp, pulling
his head closer as I reveled in his smell, his taste, and the feel of his
stubble brushing against my chin.

Our tongues never lost contact as I rolled over on top of him. Now I held
his face in my hands while his palms ran firmly up and down the length of
my back. I withdrew my tongue, kissed his lips, and then licked the hollow
of his neck, his adams's apple, and the cleft of his chin. I paused when I
saw his wide grin. "What?" I asked.

"It's just that I've been waiting for this for a long time."

"Let's go inside," I said.

He followed me into the bedroom and let me push him back onto my king-size
mattress. He raised up his arms as my tongue worked through the fur on his
chest. I sucked on his nipples, licking away the hair so that I could
nibble one and then the other. He moaned softly as I moved from his chest
to his left armpit. I pressed my face into his damp patch of fur, inhaled
deeply, and then licked him clean. I went to his right pit, marveling at
how all of his muscles seemed to come together in those manly, hairy
hollows.

I returned to his chest, licking down the center, flicking my tongue over
the long, thick treasure trail that took me past his navel to the
sweat-damp waistband of his tented shorts. As I tongued his dick through
the cotton fabric he raised up on his elbows and tilted his head back,
mouth open in bliss. He lifted up so that I could work off his shorts and
jockeys. His beautifully clipped cock smacked back into its lush nest of
hair. I buried my nose in his damp bush and took in the sweaty, musky
scent.

"Suck me," he whispered. "Please, suck me."

My tongue went to work on his rod, licking up the wide shaft from the base
to the blunt helmet. I lingered on the prepuce between his glans, flicking
my tongue against that extra-sensitive spot. He cock twitched in
response. Then I took him into my mouth-all the way in. I wasn't a
particularly experienced cocksucker, and he was big, but I wanted him
badly. He throbbed in my throat as my nose pressed into his bush.

As I built up a steady sucking rhythm, slowly pulling my tight lips halfway
up his shaft and them plunging back down, he grunted and groaned. A few
minutes later, after my tongue had been pressing on the underside of his
hard cock and milking out a good bit of pre-cum, I changed venues and took
his hairy, tightened balls into my mouth. Gently I tongued the salty flesh,
softly working his churning plums.

I withdrew once more to raise his legs back against his shoulders and dive
into his steaming crack. Here the hair was shorter, curlier, like the hair
on his legs but more dense. I licked the moss that covered the hard chord
of flesh between the base of his balls and ass-pucker, then circled around
his hair-fringed asshole. Finally I dove in, tasting his funky ass lips and
driving my tongue between them.

This caused him almost to shriek. "Yeah, that's it," Aaron called out,
"right there." As I teased his hole with my mouth I circled his tight anus
with my middle finger. Then I plunged it in. His sphincter contracted
around it, but as I worked it in and out and wiggled it against his
prostate, his teenage chute gave way. Soon I was fingering him at will, as
his hole fluttered open to accommodate me. "Yeah, yeah, fuck me," he said.

"Are you sure you want it?" I panted, too horny to care about his answer.

Luckily, he groaned again. "Give it to me. I want to feel you inside of
me." I reached into my nightstand, pulled out a condom, and rolled it over
my cock. "This might hurt at first," I warned. "I'll try to go slow." I
pressed his hairy legs back against his chest and mounted him. He winced as
my flaring cockhead cleared his sphincter, but we were both too far gone to
care about a little discomfort. I pushed in slowly, wanting him to enjoy
this as much as I was. His mouth gaped open as I inched deeper, pushing
forward a little bit at a time. Finally, I bottomed out. His ass felt like
a velvet vice. It was so soft but so tight.

"I can take it," he panted. "Fuck me. Give it to me."

In and out I plunged, going fast and steady until I felt like I was about
to shoot, then slowing down and changing my rhythm, then fast again. I was
sweating heavily and I could feel the droplets of perspiration trickling
down my chest and back and pits. I looked down and saw a bead of sweat
hanging from my nipple. It dropped onto his chest and my tongue darted
after it. I pressed my face into his pecs as I fucked, then into the hair
under his outstretched arms.

Finally, I clamped my mouth over his, fucking his face with my tongue while
I fucked his ass with my cock. I plunged forward, really rutting him now,
feverish in my need to get off. He was bucking up against me, really into
it. I could feel his hard cock twitching against my stomach.

"Oh God," he yelled, "I'm gonna come."

His dick spasmed and his asshole contracted as he shot one, two, three,
then four volleys of come up his belly to his furry chest. That was all it
took. "Yes! Yes!" I called out as I flooded the condom with my juice. I had
never come so hard in my life. I collapsed onto him as he held me tightly,
our panting bodies stuck together with sweat and come. He kissed me and I
felt his dick hardening against me.

"Now it's my turn."