I'm laying here on my bed right now. There is a bit of a breeze coming in from the window to my left. It's a warm breeze, but it cools me as it wafts over the sweat. Sheens of sweat are all over me. Trickles of sweat run down my sides, making the sheets even more damp. Who am I kidding, they are making the sheets more soaked. Pools of sweat are here and there on my torso. They are cloudy, mixed with cum. I glance down and see that wondrous fluid, smeared together, hairs entangled.
The salt in the sweat and the cloudiness of the cum is not just mine. Part belongs to this guy resting on my side, half on top of me. He's tall like me, but a bit hairier. He is hairier in all the fucking best ways to be hairy. Thick and soft central chest hair that seduced my fingers and my mouth, slightly coarser hair around his abdomen and groin, and this longer dark hair in his pits where I buried my nose and licked and sucked and fucked with my tongue while he gently then roughly then oh so gently rubbed his spit over my cock with his hand, rough with some calluses. And that face hair, that stubble that grazed my hole and scruffed the underside of my cock's head, all while I took his cock into my mouth and made love to it.
His weight on me now is intoxicating. The bulk of his muscles fight with my own, pressing into each other, almost as if they have committed to continue to fuck in this time of after.
