Bryce was just the cutest guy Morgan had ever seen. The first time he whizzed past him on the ice it was like watching a vision of beauty come to life.
Bryce had grace and elegance in his skating. His smooth cheeks had a red blush to them, and from the look in his eyes he was lost in his own world, skating on his own planet. Morgan felt like an elephant or hippo compared to this gorgeous, slender twink who was easily the best skater on the ice.
That first night Morgan went home and jerked off like crazy. He now had a reason to go skating often, and it wasn’t long before he began to feel the benefits. All the leftover fat from his beer and pizza college days began to melt away and he slowly began to get his shape back. He felt so good about himself that he now felt confident enough to approach the twink who caught his eye each time he went on the ice.
“You’re a great skater,” Morgan told him one day.
“Thanks. You’re not too bad yourself,” Bryce replied with a smile.
“I’ve got a long way to go to get to your shape,” Morgan said.
“I like the shape you’re in,” Bryce replied. “Me, I’m too skinny… nothing to hang on to in bed. But I like being on the bottom anyway, so I like my guy to have love handles that I can grab a hold of.”
Morgan blushed. It sounded like an invitation, but he wasn’t sure.
“Do you wanna grab a burger?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Bryce replied before flashing him a magnificent smile.
Bryce was one seriously sexy twink. All through the meal Morgan was drooling over this hot little twink. He hung on every word he said, looked deep into those clear blue eyes, and tried out his best jokes just to see those sexy lips part in a smile.
Morgan was a little too dumbstruck to notice that Bryce was equally taken with him. He liked Morgan’s open, honest face and his warm brown eyes. He imagined kissing those full red lips and feeling Morgan’s five o’clock shadow tickling his stomach as he kissed his way down to the pleasure zone. Bryce could see a tuft of dark hair above Morgan’s top button and wondered if he might have a hairy butt. There was nothing he loved more than a firm, fleshy, pale rump dusted in silky hair. From the outside it looked like Morgan might have it all — he certainly filled out his jeans nicely.
“How hairy are you?” Bryce suddenly demanded.
Morgan blushed again. “Too hairy,” he replied. “I’m booked in to get waxed next week.”
“Oh no… no. Don’t do that!”
“Really?”
“Absolutely,” Bryce purred. “I just luuuurv a hairy ass!”
“I think hairy asses are disgusting,” Morgan said. “I hate mine. When I look in the mirror, it’s like looking at an ape or something. I wish I had a nice, smooth peachy little ass.”
“Tell you what,” Bryce whispered as he leaned in close. “I’ve got just such an ass, so you can play with mine if I can play with yours.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal,” Morgan said as he stood up and grabbed his coat.
Half an hour later the two horny young men were back at Morgan’s apartment. They walked into the living room and Bryce, though younger by about two or three years, took control. He pushed Morgan down onto the sofa and straddled his hips, seeking out his juicy, ripe lips.
Morgan felt the closest he had ever felt in his whole life to fainting. When they were talking about butts it had made him so damn horny, but this was even better than he had imagined. Bryce was a damn good kisser and Morgan was on cloud nine. His cock was glued to the inside of his underwear and it was so hard it hurt.
Their tongues dueled as Morgan’s hands slipped under Bryce’s shirt and danced over the smooth, warm skin of his back. It was Bryce who took things further. He reluctantly broke the kiss, gave Morgan’s lips one last little nip, and stood up to strip.
Morgan’s eyes were glued to the hot twink as he revealed his body. Bryce was well-toned with not an ounce of fat. His chest and stomach were completely smooth, his little brown nipples hard like pencil erasers. He slowly pushed his jeans down, revealing tight white briefs that barely contained his plump balls and a fat cock already leaking precum.
“Oh yeah…” Morgan groaned. “Let me have some of that!”
He pulled Bryce close and buried his face against the bulge in his briefs, licking at the wet spot while his hands cupped Bryce’s tight little bubble butt.
After a long, hot shower together, Morgan stepped out first, water still dripping down his broad, hairy chest. He could feel Bryce’s eyes on him the entire time, especially when he turned around to grab a towel. His ass had never felt so desired before.
Bryce followed him back to the bedroom, his slim, smooth body still glistening. He looked like a hungry little predator as he pushed Morgan onto the bed again.
“I told you I wasn’t leaving until you fucked me,” Bryce said, his voice low and teasing. He climbed on top of Morgan, straddling his waist, and leaned down to kiss him deeply.
Morgan’s hands roamed over Bryce’s smooth back and down to that perfect, round bubble butt he had been fantasizing about. He squeezed the firm cheeks, spreading them slightly as Bryce moaned into his mouth.
“You really like my hairy ass that much?” Morgan asked between kisses.
“I fucking love it,” Bryce whispered. “But right now I need this big, thick cock inside me.”
He reached back and wrapped his fingers around Morgan’s hardening dick, stroking it slowly. Morgan groaned at the touch. Within minutes he was rock hard again, the head already slick with precum.
Bryce grabbed the bottle of lube, slicked Morgan’s thick cock generously, then reached back to prep himself. Morgan watched in awe as the slender twink fingered his own tight hole, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
When Bryce was ready, he positioned himself over Morgan’s cock and slowly sank down. Inch by inch that fat twink dick disappeared as Bryce took every bit of him.
“Fuck… you’re so big,” Bryce gasped, his smooth chest rising and falling rapidly.
Morgan gripped Bryce’s narrow hips and thrust up gently, watching the twink’s face twist in pleasure. Bryce started riding him harder, bouncing on his cock with surprising strength. His own big dick slapped against Morgan’s hairy stomach with every movement, leaving shiny trails of precum.
The contrast was intoxicating — Bryce’s smooth, slender body moving on top of Morgan’s bulkier, hairy frame. Morgan couldn’t get enough. He sat up, wrapping his arms around Bryce, and started thrusting harder from below.
Bryce clung to him, moaning loudly every time Morgan’s cock hit his prostate. “Right there… don’t stop!”
Morgan flipped them over suddenly, putting Bryce on his back. He hooked the twink’s legs over his shoulders and drove in deep. The bed creaked as he fucked Bryce with long, powerful strokes. Bryce’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, his mouth open in a constant moan.
“I’m gonna cum,” Bryce whimpered.
“Do it,” Morgan growled. “Cum for me, baby.”
Bryce cried out as his cock erupted, shooting thick ropes of cum across his own smooth chest and stomach. His hole clenched tightly around Morgan’s cock, pushing him over the edge. With a deep groan, Morgan buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, filling Bryce with pulse after pulse of hot cum.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Morgan finally collapsed beside Bryce and pulled the smaller man into his arms. Bryce nuzzled against his hairy chest, tracing patterns in the dark hair with his finger.
“So…” Bryce said with a shy smile, “same time next week at the rink?”
Morgan laughed and kissed the top of his head. “I’ll be there every night if it means ending up like this.”
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