Defense

One was Paul Shuman, a guy working on nanotechnology. He was taller than Alfonso, had a Scandinavian appearance with a full blond beard, and a pleasant smile. Paul intrigued Alfonso. He’d tried to get closer to him, to sit next to him in the restaurant. He had looked at Paul’s massive body and had wondered if he would be as hairy as he guessed. Once during the summer, he had seen Paul in a short-sleeved shirt and plenty of fur was showing.

How he would like to crawl with his fingers through those hairs. He wanted to start in that luscious beard, going down along the chest, that wonderful belly, the navel, further down to find a cock at full mast. He wished to grab that rigid pole, to feel its firmness, slowly start to jack it. Alfonso would add some spit to enhance the feeling of flesh. He could see it releasing the first drops of fluid, almost crystal clear. Then, using the precum as man-made lubricant and strengthening his grip, he would move upwards and downwards with his hand, bringing Paul to a full orgasm. Heavy volleys of thick white sperm cream would spew forth.