Billy realized that he was a long way from Keokuk, Iowa when he stepped into a bar in San Francisco and found himself surrounded by men wearing nothing but boots and jockstraps.
His virgin cock lurched in his underpants as his eyes devoured the hunky hairy assed dudes prowling the floor. His heart pounded in his ribcage and his mouth went dry. His head was telling him to make a U turn and get out of this place as it felt dangerous, but his lust kept him rooted to the spot. It was only when one of the men glared at him and started advancing towards him that Billy turned on his heels and made to leave.
The swarthy moustachioed man blocked his escape route and eyed Billy up and down in a slow, lazy way that let him know who was boss. Billy was just about quaking with fear when, at last, the man spoke.
'Leaving so soon?'
'Uh...yeah...I think I've made a mistake...'Billy babbled.
'There's nothing to be afraid of.' the man with the moustache told him. 'We don't bite.'
'Not unless you want us to.' one of the other men added, as he leered at Billy.
A small group of men closed in around Billy and although he was shit scared he couldn't help but check them out. There was a redhead with an incredibly hairy chest and massively bulging basket. Next to him stood a slightly chunky balding guy with huge nipples and a hard cock poking up past the waistband of his jockstrap. There were two more dark haired studs beside the guy with the moustache, one of whom had very hairy legs and the other was as handsome as any man Billy had ever seen. Then there were two guys with close cropped blonde hair that looked so alike that Billy wondered if they might be twins. Both were built like brick shit houses with very impressive bulges between his legs.
'Well buddy, I see nothing but lust in your eyes.' the swarthy dude said.
He slowly stroked a large hand down his hairy chest and then tugged on his left nipple. Billy's eyes were glued to the stud's chest. He watched the hunk's nipples swell up and when the other men saw the interest in Billy's eyes they all started rubbing their crotches. By this time Billy's cock was glued to his underpants because he was producing copious amounts of precum. He was so fuckin turned on he felt he could just about shoot his bolt right there and then.
The swarthy guy grabbed a handful of Billy's butt and watched the reaction in his eyes. There was a mixture of fear, lust and fascination in the young man's eyes. He was aware that he was the odd man out, with his twinky good looks and his slender body but how many times hadn't he fantasized about just such a situation. Late at night back in Iowa he had dug out his stroke magazines and grooved on the drawings of men so hairy there hardly seemed to be an inch of smooth skin on them, with cocks so big and thick you wondered that they didn't need a wheelbarrow to cart them around in. And now here stood seven of them, and they all wanted one thing: him. There was only one problem. He was a virgin and there was no way he was going to get his ass busted by seven cocks the very first time round.