Oliver slowly undid the buttons of his shirt and admired his reflection in the mirror. He knew he was one gorgeous hunk of hairy bear. He ran his fingers over the dense black fur that grew over his well defined chest and pinched his large red nipples. Damn, did that feel good! If only he had someone to fuck.
It was Friday night and, as he did every Friday night, Oliver got ready to go out to the lumberjack's recreational club. There he would get a meal, have a couple of beers and chat with his work buddies, who sadly were all straight. As he soaped off in the shower Oliver thought about having a wank but decided to save it for when he got home.
Most Friday nights he would haul out his stash of porn and have himself a good old wanking session, often coming three or four times before crawling into bed in the early hours of Saturday morning.
When he walked into the club Oliver saw this new guy he had never seen before and felt a real buzz of excitement. The stranger sent shivers of excitement down Oliver's spine. He had thick blond hair that shone with rude good health. His open necked shirt revealed a carpet of thick brown hair. His facial features were delicate; he was almost pretty rather than good looking and Oliver noticed right away that he was just a little bit camp, and exactly the way Oliver liked his men. He admired his slim build and twenty eight inch waist, and tight pert ass.
Oliver's thick cock twitched in his jeans. The more he looked at this guy, the more he liked what he saw. He could just see himself taking that slender body in his arms, kissing those cherry red lips and then spearing that tight little ass. Before he knew what was happening Oliver had a full on boner in his jeans and had to turn away. As he did so the stranger gave him just the tiniest hint of a smile. Poor old Oliver was so fucking turned on he could hardly breathe. His friends could hardly get a sensible word out of him.
'What's the matter with you tonight?' one of them asked.
'Nothing. Why?' Oliver snapped.
'Keep your hair on.' Frank teased.
'Ollie needs a good fuck.' Dave said. 'And that's no lie.'
Oliver blushed. His friends obviously knew him better than he thought.
'When's the last time you had a girl?' Sam asked.
'A girl!' Dave snorted. 'Haven't you seen the way he keeps looking at that blond guy over there.'
Oliver went a deep red and wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. He had no idea that Dave knew what he was into. And had he really been staring so hard that the whole club could see?
