Oscar And Boris

It is peculiar how the stars seem to align occasionally, producing an amalgamation of minds. For Oscar and Boris, this could not have been truer the evening they met.

Oscar was bulky and extremely hairy. When he was naked, a mass of black hair shrouded his entire body. At the age of thirteen, Oscar already had to shave his face twice a day. As his furry coat began rapidly to sheathe his frame, it caused him great embarrassment. At school, chimpanzee references initially annoyed him. But being mentally strong, he soon learned to play along by making apelike noises and ingratiated himself to fellow students, whose attempts at intimidation got negated.

Once Oscar was grown up, he soon became tired of all his depilatory regimes and accepted his excessive hairiness. There were always men turned on by his hairy disposition, but the only drawback to this was that these men were often even bulkier, but his preference was for lithe, submissive guys. Versatility was not his thing because he loved being sexually dominant. Above all, Oscar had an absolute fixation on ginger boys.   

Boris got named after a tennis star of whom his father was a huge fan. When his dad saw the redheaded tennis star win Wimbledon at the age of seventeen, he decided that his first son would get named after this icon, a fitting name, because Boris also turned out to be a ginger.  

Growing up, it was clear to Boris’ family that he might end up gay one day. The usual activities that most boys enjoyed never seemed to be of interest to Boris. It was not as though he was effeminate, but everyone referred to him as sensitive, a generalist euphemism for homosexuality. As everyone predicted, Boris did come out to his parents when he was sixteen.

Early on, Boris developed a passive penchant and liked rugged men. He particularly liked big hairy guys. 

The night Oscar and Boris met, their horniness abounded. They soon began chatting and in no time grasped their mutual attraction. Determined not to let Boris escape his clutches, Oscar quickly got to the point.   

“Your place or mine?” Oscar shortly blurted before hastily adding, “I live five minutes away from here.”

Slightly stunned but captivated, Boris demurely replied, “Your place sounds convenient.”

Having received the green light, Oscar lifted off his seat and solidly embraced Boris. The hairy kiss that followed was urgent and wild. For both men, it was a dream come true as they lustfully mashed their faces together in a haze of horniness.  

When their heads eventually parted with strands of saliva connecting their lips, Oscar gushed, “We’d better get going before I fuck you on the bar counter.”

Boris smiled with a hankering grin, entirely compliant with Oscar’s suggestion. As if Oscar was reasserting his point, he once more underlined his viewpoint by enveloping Boris in his hairy arms and feverishly kissing him again. This time, however, Oscar’s hand slipped into the back of Boris’ shorts before his index finger feverishly began fingering the pink pucker he was rabidly coveting.

As their mouths once more parted, Oscar’s pyretic lips snaked their way to Boris’ ear. With his middle finger now joining in the anal stimulation and stabbing Boris’ pucker, he grunted, “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you are going to beg for mercy.”

Boris got so turned on that he whimpered like a girl. “Yes, yes, Daddy, please treat me like your whore.”

As Oscar’s ring finger entered the fray, Boris’ backside began to burn with the added friction. Oscar’s teeth then bit down hard on Boris’ tongue in his immobilizing grasp. The pain was excruciating, and soon there was a taste of blood in Boris’ mouth. In a state of panic, he tried to extricate his traumatized tongue. Fortunately, Oscar’s teeth let go of Boris’ pink slug, allowing it to escape back into its sanctuary. Inexplicably, however, Boris felt spellbound by the trauma despite the discomfort.

“Wait till I gnaw on your pussy lips,” Oscar then menacingly forewarned.

As they drove to Oscar’s home, Boris was exhilarated but pleased that he periodically had a tetanus injection. Boris was also hoping the bulge he had felt rubbing against him would live up to his expectations. Boris liked big cocks.

For Oscar, the thought of the pink pucker he was about to appropriate almost made him hyperventilate with lust. He was going to binge on the ginger to his heart’s content.

The two men had scarcely entered the apartment before the Yeti began manhandling Boris as he got forcibly pushed and shoved towards Oscar’s man cave. As they made the chaotic journey to Oscar’s room, clothes feverishly got stripped off their bodies by Oscar’s frantic hands.  

With both men naked, their combined dreams transcended their expectations. Boris’ lithe and hairless milky nakedness almost had Oscar hyperventilating with lust. For Boris, the Yeti-like creature was a phantasmagorical manifestation of every fantasy Boris had ever had. Above all, the plump uncut phallus peeping through the mass of fur was breathtaking.

As Boris lay back awaiting his primordial experience, he could not wait for the primitive ordeal awaiting him. Boris was ready to get transported into the caveman miasma of furry initiation by an alpha beast. Oscar did not disappoint as he commenced sniffing and grunting as he pounced on Boris’ body.

“Oh, Jesus, you smell like golden syrup to me, baby,” he grunted with lust.

In accordance, Boris squirmed like a captive virgin on her defloration night. The furriness enveloping Boris was mesmerizing, as Oscar encapsulated him like a predator about to devour its prey. After rubbing himself all over Boris like an animal marking its territory. Oscar lifted Boris’ legs and placed them over Boris’ head. A frantic sniffing and licking process commenced as Oscar began licking Boris’ backside, balls, and cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Oscar roared as his tongue stabbed into Boris’ pucker. “Jesus, your pussy juice tastes like nectar. Mmm, I feel like a bee in a huge rose garden, baby. I’m going to fuck the pollen out of you.”  

Oscar now began to suck on Boris’ hole like a bear frantically extracting honey. As Boris’ arse lips succumbed to the vacuum, Oscar started gnawing like a chipmunk. The lustful discomfort made Boris twitch uneasily as his extracted knot got nibbled on. It was sore but exhilaratingly stimulating.

“Please… Please stop,” Boris cried.

Oscar’s guttural and slurping response made it clear that he had no intention of letting up. The more Boris squirmed, the more intensely Oscar gnawed.

“Oh, Jesus, please have mercy,” Boris began intoning as his arse lips began to burn.

Oscar’s responded by jumping up and shoving his dick into Boris’ backside. Boris began whimpering as his arse now burned and ached. Leaning over Boris, Oscar grabbed Boris by the hair and yanked his torso up.

As Oscar dismounted Boris, he grunted, “Come with me, you fuckin’ little sissy.”

Oscar now roughly commandeered Boris’ body toward the bathroom.

Upon entering the shower, Oscar barked, “Arch your back and push your backside out.”

After again slamming his dick into Boris, Oscar let loose a torrent of piss into Boris.

As Boris groaned, Oscar snarled, “That should soothe pathetic pussy.”

The hot piss was indeed soothing, and the warmth of the urine felt awesome as his bowels expanded. As Oscar eventually commenced thrusting, Boris could feel the liquid gushing down the insides of his legs.

“This is a waste of my precious nectar,” Oscar chided before adding, “You’ll be drinking my next deluge.”

Boris had never experienced any piss-play and wondered how it would taste. He had never found the idea of someone pissing in his mouth appalling but had never found himself in this position. What was exciting Boris most, however, was the verbal and physical domination exercised over him. Sore as his arse and tongue were Boris had never enjoyed this level of exhilaration. From Oscar’s firm grip on his hips, Boris knew that he would get bruised.  

“Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah, you little whore, take this fuckin’ cock,” Oscar repeatedly intoned. In addition, to continuously slapping Boris’ arse, back, and head. Boris had never indulged in real, rough sex like what he was experiencing. From the frantic anal assault by Oscar, Boris eventually felt his legs weakening. Thankfully, before he collapsed, Oscar let out a roar as he agitatedly unloaded.

When Oscar extracted his dick, he turned Boris’ body and forced him to his knees. “Clean the mess off my cock,” Oscar then instructed.

After Boris had licked Oscar’s dick and balls, Oscar returned his knob to Boris’ mouth. “I kept some nectar in reserve for you, slut, now drink!” Oscar ordered.

Although the taste of Oscar’s piss was not delicious, strangely, Boris found it sensually agreeable.

Once they got done, Oscar again grabbed Boris’ hair and forced his face down onto the shower floor. “Suck up that spillage, bitch,” Oscar shouted.

As Boris did so, Oscar kneeled behind him and started lapping Boris pucker. As Oscar’s mouth began sucking, his kneading hands communicated that he wanted the contents of Boris backside. As Boris commenced pushing out the blended mixture, the contented murmurs from Oscar left him in doubt that he was correctly complying. 

When they got back on the bed, Oscar leaned over and gave Boris a long lingering kiss.

“Have you had a good time?” Oscar apprehensively asked.

“Yes, fuck yes,” gushed Boris.

With a relieved smile, Oscar replied, “Was anything too much… I mean, is there anything I need to tone down?”

“No. I am a willing and eager student,” Boris said with a giggle.

“That’s good,” Oscar replied as he lifted and straddled Boris’ torso. After doing so, he leaned over and pulled two straps from either side of the headboard. Next, Oscar secured Boris’ wrists in Velcro restraints. What followed was like watching a sex-starved chimpanzee going berserk.

The following morning, every part of Boris’ body ached in divine agony.

This event was the beginning of a rewarding and ongoing friendship between these two men, whose dreams got fulfilled.