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today."
"Okay," Alex replied, and started to leave the room, heading for the stairs and the relative safety
of the empty bed. He could relieve his aching boner and possibly be asleep before Tucker made it
to bed. "I'll give you some privacy."
"Hell, I don't need privacy," Tucker said with a grin. "Stay and talk while I clean up and we'll
head upstairs together."
"Oh, uh, all right," Alex stammered. He turned awkwardly, still trying to hide the tent pole inside
his baggy long johns, and sat in the chair Tucker had vacated. The seat was still warm from
Tucker's firm ass, and he swiveled to hide his rising boner beneath the table as they discussed the
chores Alex wanted to accomplish the following day.
He tried not to stare as Tucker stood facing him, casually removing his clothes, but his eyes
dropped of their own accord when the man finally stood before him completely nude. Good Lord,
he had even removed his socks! Tucker's body was fantastic. His chest was full and muscular,
covered with the dark blond hair that had been poking up from beneath his undershirt. The hair
traveled over his flat stomach and gathered in a darker, wild bush at his groin. His cock hung
down his left thigh. A husk of foreskin hid the tip from view, but the pronounced ridge of the
head was visible through the tough sheath. Alex couldn't help staring: he had never seen an uncut
cock before.
Tucker slowly washed his face and armpits, his body angled so that Alex saw his long, twitching
cock at all times. Raising one muscular arm and then the other and exposing the pale, hairy pits
beneath, Tucker washed his entire torso, keeping up a litany of idle chitchat in the process.
After rinsing out the washrag and soaping it up again, Tucker moved his hand down to clean his
crotch. He scrubbed at the hair surrounding his cock and lifted his large hairy balls to wash the
area beneath, his actions riveting Alex. The man's balls looked as big as the bull's up in the
pasture.
Tucker turned his upper body away and rinsed out the wash-rag, leaving his hips positioned to
expose his soapy cock and balls. While the man was focused on the washbasin, Alex ran his eyes
over his strong back muscles and the firm, round silhouette of his hairy ass. God, how he longed
to touch him, run his hands
over his solid muscles. Alex's cock was so hard it ached and a spot of precum spread along the
crotch of his all-in-ones.
He shifted his weight in the chair, then dropped his jaw as Tucker turned his back fully and lifted
his left foot off the floor to prop it on the counter near the washbasin. Reaching back, he used a
hand to pull back one firm globe of his ass and expose his hairy, dark hole. Alex found himself
four feet away from this handsome stranger's sweaty, puckered shithole. He had never seen a
man's anus before. He stared at the wrinkled hole and nearly gasped when the muscle opened and
closed as if Tucker were taking a deep breath through his ass. Alex's cock banged on the
underside of the table, filled to bursting with blood, and he hissed in pain. Quickly covering up
the sound with a cough, he watched Tucker run the washrag along the crack of his ass, lathering
himself up. He couldn't take his eyes from the man before him, no matter how hard he tried. The
muscles in Tucker's supporting right leg bunched tightly, defining themselves all the way to his
foot.
A stream of soapsuds slid around the curve of Tucker's ass and down the back of his thigh.
Several tiny bubbles were trapped in the thick hair along his leg, and Alex had to work to
swallow past a lump in his throat. If he wasn't careful he'd blow his load just sitting there. As he
raised his eyes back to Tucker's ass, the man reached between his legs and slipped a thick, blunt
index finger inside himself. Alex's eyes widened as Tucker's finger slid in and out several times,
soaping his shithole through and through.
Tucker slowly removed his finger and, with his leg still propped on the counter, wrung out the
washrag in the basin. He reached back and washed away the soap, wetting his finger in the basin
and slipping it inside himself again to rinse out his hole.
Alex finally tore his eyes from the man's body and stared
breathlessly at the tabletop. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Tucker lowered his leg and
turned to face him. He could just make out the swinging motion of the rugged man's thick cock as
he dried himself off.
"Ready for bed?" Tucker asked casually.
Alex nodded and forced himself to look up at Tucker's face, averting his eyes from the hairy body
before him. Tucker's eyes were bright and his lips curled into a sexy, secret grin as he said, "Let's
head upstairs then."
Tucker bent down to pick up his clothes, leaving the damp towel draped over a chair by the stove.
Alex kept his hand over his crotch as he followed the naked man through the dark house to the
stairs. Tucker slowly mounted the steps, his high, round butt inches from Alex as he followed
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