HAIRIER & HAIRIER : D.Doph

because why? 44

I'm obsessed Can go for days and days
Days and days and days without a flicker
of desire for the male form Then I see
A man somewhere somehow Thickness
of hair at his wrist

The space between his chest and his neck
Particularly the nape of the neck WOOF
My testosterone goes straight through the roof

Two days ago went to an Osh's with my partner
There to buy fairylights for the spruce tree out back
Handsome short Italian man buying fairylights
Six year old girl in tow She was selecting the lights
she chose pink

Guy had a shortsleeved shirt in the dead of winter
Muscular arms covered with thick black hair
Up beyond where I could see the biceps
Back of his neck shaved But Could see
thick black hair

Starting just below the collar My cock almost
leaped out of my pants Stood next to the fairy
lights staring at the man's arms the back of his neck
Little girl selected her pink fairylights They paid
and left

Left me standing with an enormous boner

Two days later found the unwitting focus for my
Unrelentant fur fetishism Waiting for a trolleybus
Stearnswharf Santa Barbara Ordinary looking man
His ordinary looking wife Their three ordinary looking
sons

All waiting for the trolleybus Would have passed them up
But saw the guy had a shadow of back hair showing
Just below the collar of his sweater. Was on him
Like a monkey salivating for a banana. Stood nearby
the little family

Waited for the trolleybus to board All five of 'em
got on the bus, sat on the left, all in a row Eight year old
not so cute boy, Dad, twelve year old very cute boy,
Mom, six year old ugly boy Just like Mom
I sat

At the end of the bus grooving on what I could see of Dad
Thick dark blond hair protruding out from the cuffs
Of his sweater, which produced an elongation of my cock
I tried to conceal Thicker dark brown hair sticking out
of the front collar

Of his sweater producing a liquefying effect on that cock
Which was already hard And, on the back: Bliss.
Salt-n-pepper shortcut hair scizzored short straight
Across the back, four or five inches salt-n-pepper stubble
Down below

The back collar of his sweater. Every time he turned
To address his little family each turn of his body
Revealed more thick, luscious, dark brown fur
Shoulder-to-shoulder all across his back. My cock
had risen

By this time to halfway up my chest His eight-year-old
Son sitting next to me knew I was ogling Dad At no time
Did Dad acknowledge there was a sixtysomething fag
Grooving on his fur We had no eye contact Dad started
to wriggle against

The seat behind him The eight-year-old said:
Dad, want me to scratch your back?

Sure, Craig.

Craig scratched his back. With each scratch more and more
Luscious darkbrown backfur revealed

Totally erect almost all the way up to my nips,
Decided to get off the bus, four stops before my usual.
As I rose Dad looked me in the face The one and only
Time Looking down at him I saw at least six inches
chesthair

Four or five more Thick backhair Came in my pants
Got off the bus, FAST. Such is the life of a fur fetishist.