Hairy Lunch Guy

Sometimes the wedding ring signals "not interested." Sometimes it says "I'm ready!"

Had a chance to slip away from work for lunch with a book today, so I headed for a local Pizza Hut. When I got there and paid for the buffet, I looked around for a place to sit, and to spot the good-looking guys I could enjoy watching for awhile.

Over here was a construction or utility worker -- nice face, but nothing extraordinary. On the other side of the room was a thin-faced guy, and oh my God -- there HE was, at the table behind Mr. Thin.

A young father with three kids, no wife around, about 30-35, with a goatee, dark hair, medium height and build. But the best part was the unbuttoned shirt, where thick black chest hair was fluffed up and spilling out. As I walked by him, I wanted so bad to reach out and run my fingers through that forest.

I grabbed a table where I had a decent view of him. A couple of times during the meal he caught me eyeing him. I could barely see his crotch under his table, but the open shirt was enough to drool over.

Periodically he'd get up to get more pizza for his kids, and I'd time my trips to the buffet so I could be on the other side, and look down his shirt as he bent over to scoop up more pizzas. At least once, he was aware of my maneuvers.

As the place got more crowded, I lost sight of him for a bit. But when I stood up for one last longing look, I caught his eye and barely smiled. He half-smiled back, and nodded hello.

I headed for the bathroom, looking back at the door. He was still watching.

Now what? The urinal, the first stall, or the last? I picked the first stall, to be beside him, wherever he'd stand if he came in. It seemed like forever, but I heard the door open. My heart rate picked up, I started working my dick to a hardon, and I saw his hair above the partition as he went to the urinal. He'd followed me!

I kept looking to the right, and saw the top of his head move repeatedly as he turned in my direction. The tiles were shiny, and if I leaned forward and looked in the gap at the back of the wall I could see a faint reflection - no details, but his arm was moving!

I decided to signal, so I cleared my throat, and just then he zipped up and walked behind me to the other stall. The dance continued, and soon I could hear him wet-jacking.

I bundled up my nerve and looked around the stall door; his back was to me, but his head was turned around and he told me to come in.
"I don't have long -- my kids are out there," he whispered. "I know," I said. "I'll get you off."

I locked the door and sat on the toilet. In front of me, his shirt had three buttons unbuttoned, and this raging erection was poking out of his fly, with a cloud of black hair around it. He didn't have a huge dick -- about 6" -- but it was steel hard. I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, pushing down his shorts at the same time.

This unbelievably hairy crotch was waiting for me. I opened my mouth and took his cock, and began swirling my tongue and spit around it. It didn't take long before he moaned and grabbed my ears and began thrusting gently.

With my mouth around his cock and my nose buried in his pubic hair, I ran my hands up his body, under his shirt, feeling that carpet of dark hair that ran everywhere. I found his nipples, traced the hair down the center to his bush, then around to his hairy ass, and repeated the process, all the while going back and forth on that hard cock.

Before long he whispered, "Here it comes." I removed my mouth and grabbed that cock with my hand, pumping it until I felt it throb and saw cum spurt out. My right hand kept wandering through his body hair, loving the feel of it, as I felt warm cum pour down over my left hand and wrist.

I looked up -- he had closed his eyes and I could stare at his chest hair spilling out of the shirt top -- the same sight I'd seen 20 minutes before, but somehow it looked different now!

Within a few minutes he was mopped and zipped and back at his table. I sat in the stall for a few minutes, stroking my dick and still feeling and smelling that cum on my hands.

Eventually I walked by his table on my way out. He never looked up, but busied himself cleaning up his kid's spilled coke. I had one last look at that hairy chest and left.