Hey guys, I’m Cole. I’m a 20 year-old college Junior. I’m now 6’2, 195 pounds with a 30” waist. I have a pretty bangin’ body because I hit the gym at least five days a week. I have jet black hair and blue eyes. I’m also a pretty hairy guy. I started sprouting chest and pit hairs when I was 14. I started shaving by 16, and after graduating from high school, I let my beard grow out.
Now at age 20, I have a killer moustache. It’s dark, full and thick. I have to use wax on it to style it the way I like. I comb it from the center and brush outward. I think it looks pretty damn cool if you ask me, especially when I’m wearing my gold rim Gucci sunglasses and my leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt. How do I know? I know because when I walk into the neighborhood gay bar, I get a lot of attention.
Yeah, I know I’m only 20, but with this stache and the thick curly chest hair poking out of the collar of my t-shirt, I don’t even get carded. Most guys think I’m in my mid to late twenties.
You know what I like about sneaking into the gay bar? I like hooking up with the bottom boys I meet there. What can I say? I’m an ass man. So many fine asses to choose from at the gay bar. My favorite thing is eating a nice ass. I’ll admit it, I love providing moustache rides to those deserving bottoms, especially before shoving my eight inch boner right up their holes.
Just the other night I was sitting at the bar minding my own business when some blonde twink walked right up to the bar stool next to me. He looked like he could have been in one of those Bel Ami porn shoots. Blue-eyed, slim, fair skinned, beautiful pink lips with a square jaw.
As usual, it started with small talk about our studies and then Brent finally came clean.
“Dude, you’re fucking hot. When I saw you sitting at the bar I couldn’t help but fantasize about that stache tickling my ass.”
“Ha, you know, I get that a lot. My stache is like a butt-magnet. It’s a really good thing I like eating ass and I bet you have a nice sweet hole, too.”
Brent blushed just a little turning his cheeks a little red.
“Seriously, you’re blushing? You literally just begged me to eat your asshole. Now you’re bashful? I’m not buying it.”
“I guess you’re right. Playing bashful turns some guys on, but I guess it didn’t work on you. So you gonna give me that moustache ride or what?”
“Yeah man, I’m down. You gonna let me fuck you?”
“You’re gonna have to earn it, but yeah.”
“Challenge accepted”, I said with a snicker.
I guzzled the rest of my beer, wiped the foam off my moustache with my forearm and with a confident swagger followed Brent out the door.
“You have a place to play?”, I asked.
“Yep. My roommate is away for a few days.”
“Cool.”
I let Brent walk in front of me so I could watch that pert ass in motion. I imagined it to be smooth, creamy, and those globes to fit perfectly in the palms of my hand.
Once we entered Brent’s dorm room he closed and locked the door behind us.
I stood in the center of the room not knowing which side was his.
Brent rushed me and pressed his lips against mine. I slipped him my tongue and Brent lightly sucked it in. Brent pulled off and caressed my thick stache with his fingertips.
“Your moustache is so sexy. I know plenty of older guys who wish they could grow theirs like this. How long have you had it?”
“I was shaving when I turned 15, had a full beard after senior year of high school. I shaved it and kept the moustache a few months ago.”
“Fuck, that’s hot. I’m smooth all over. I barely need to shave my face every ten days. Let me see your chest. I bet it’s gorgeous.”
I pulled off my t-shirt and flexed my fur-covered pecs for Brent. He couldn’t stop staring at my chest.
“Hey, my eyes are up here, Brent.”
“Oh, I ahh, umm…”
“It’s ok, I know you can’t help it. I do have an awesome chest. I work hard at it. Get a good look.”
“Can I touch your chest?”
“You can do whatever you’d like, man. It’s all yours.”
I felt like a piece of finely sculpted art as Brent laid his hands on my chest, admiring my physique, my coarse, dense curly fur.
I watched as this bottom slut became needier with each passing second. I was starting to get bored.
“Hey, is this what you brought me here for? I thought you wanted me to eat your ass, right?”
“Yeah”
“So, show me that ass already man. I don’t have all day.”
Brent pulled his shorts down to his ankles and placed his hands on the mattress.
That was a nice view, but I wanted to see the hole.
“Spread ‘em. Let me see what I’m working with here.”
Brent reached behind him and pulled his cheeks apart.
“Good boy, mmmm hmmm, now that’s one pretty hole there.”
I knelt for a better view and my lips were just two inches from that pucker. I saw Brent’s ass turn to goosebumps when my breath hit his hole.
“Ohhh look at that. I haven’t even touched your ass yet and already you’re excited. Wait til I get my tongue up in that ass.”
I paused for a minute to take this memory in. A blonde hot boy was displaying his ass to me because I asked him to. What a power trip for me. All because I have this awesome moustache on my face. Now it was time to put it to good use.
I leaned in until the tip of my tongue gently made contact with the sensitive pink skin folds of that tight balloon knot between his ass cheeks. Then I pushed in further, tilted my head just so and brushed the hairs on my upper lip right over that quivering hole.
“Ohhh fuck, yes. That feels so fucking good!”
Brent began to rub his ass all over my stache. The bristles moving and tugging with every movement, scraping against that sweet sensitive hole.
Brent was losing his mind grunting and groaning, really getting off on the sensations mustache was giving his ass.
I held onto his hips to keep Brent still, pried his ass apart with my hands and shoved my face right into his crack, forcing my tongue to invade the inner sanctity of that beautiful butt hole.
My cock was throbbing between my legs and it was begging me to pay attention to it.
I gave Brent’s hole a final scrape with my moustache, spit into his hole, stood up and lined my meat up to that wet spot.
“Ohhh fuck me, Cole!”
Brent was begging for my boner and I was here for it.
“Like this?”, I asked as I pushed my hips forward in one swift motion, impaling Brent with my dick.
“Ohhhh fuuuckkk, yes! That’s it, dude! Pound my ass our man!”
I wiped my dripping stashe with the back of my hand before gripping onto the back of Brent’s neck and thrusting my cock in and out of him.
Brent was squealing like most bottoms do when I fuck them. That’s when I know I conquered them, and all because of the facial hair between my upper lip and my nose. This thing gets me so much tail, more than my young dick can keep up with.
“I’m gonna fucking blow, man. Where do you want it?”, I asked.
“Breed me! Breed my fucking hole bud.”
I slammed my cock harder up that poor boy’s shitter and blew my seed right up in it.
I let my cock spew repeatedly, draining my balls until I was ready to pull out.
I never stick around for small talk. Brent wanted a moustache ride and I gave him one. I wanted to blow up his ass, and I did. Transaction completed.
I found my clothes and quickly dressed.
“Thanks man.”, I said as I walked out. Brent was flat on his stomach and I could see some of my seed lingering there by his butt hole.
I snickered as I walked back to my place, stroking my moustache and thinking about the possibilities of which ass I’d be taking tomorrow.
