Parking lot dent with an Lu

As I approached, I saw a guy standing next to my car, writing on something."Great!" I thought.The closer I got the more I liked what I saw: early twenties Asian man, fit and well dressed.

"Can I help you?" I asked as I walked up behind him.

"Is this your car?" he asked in a deeper voice than I expected.

"It is" I replied."I'm sorry. I opened my door and I hit your car. I was leaving you my info in case I it's bad enough that you want it repaired. I'll pay for it, of course" he said. 

"Well how bad is it?" I asked as my door unlocked. He bent down as I walked around the other side and put the bags in the back."Bad" he said defeated.He stood up and back away as I walked up to the door, bent down, and could see nothing. I grazed the door with my finger. I couldn't even feel a dent."Looks fine to me. 

"You sure you hit it?" I asked, standing up."Well, I thought I did. Maybe I didn't. I don't have my contacts in and I can't see the details" he told me. "But I was going to leave my info anyway. Just in case."I took his piece of paper.

"Lu" I said out loud. "Lu...Brown?" I asked looking up at him questioning. Brown isn't a last name I'd expect from an Asian person.

"My mom's Chinese, my dad's American" he replied. 

" Ah. Sorry if that seemed racists" I admitted, feeling somewhat ashamed.

He laughed, showing perfect white teeth and one dimple.

"I get it all the time" he said, sticking his hand out.I shook his hand. "Brent Schwartz" I said. "I feel your pain with my last name."

"Nice to meet you, Brent" he said, his eyes seemed to shimmer.

"So you wear contact?" I asked, trying to make small talk with this cutie.

"Sometimes. I...I usually wear glasses. I don't like contacts" he replied.

"Yeah me either. I just can't handle sticking something on my eye."

"Well, I guess I should go" he said. "If you need anything, you have my info." He smiled and backed away slowly. 

"Will do, Mr. Brown" I said, causing him to smile. I studied his body as he turned and walked away, which was odd since he was supposed to have hit my car with his door. His shorts clung to his surprisingly ample ass, his hairy calves flexing as he walked away. He had a swish to his walk, which I typically don't care for but on him, it worked. It worked quite well, based on the stirring in my own shorts.

He turned his head, busting my checking him out and threw up a hand in a wave. I waved back. Damn I thought. Missed opportunity. He disappeared in a sea of cars, so I drove home. Alone.

About a week later, I was shopping in the produce section and I heard my name called. I turned around to see Lu with his basket.

"Brent....right?" he said as he walked up to me. His tight tank top showed me a tanned, sculpted body I wouldn't have guessed based on our last meeting. And he looked taller this time as well.

"Hey there!" I said.

"It's Lu Brown" he said (as if I needed reminding).

"Yeah I remember. But you look...different...today" I said as I scanned his body.

"Must be my glasses" he said. "Yeah" I said, having noticed them way earlier. 

"Must be" I lied as I noticed some chest hair peaking up from his tight tank top.

"You didn't hit my car again did ya'?" I asked in jest. He flashed those pearly white, which seemed even more white being surrounded by his dark, unshaven scruff.

"I hope not! I didn't hear from you so I assume all is well...?" 

"Yeah. It's all good. Was I supposed to call you and let you know that or something?"

He looked down at his shoes then back up to me, his boyish actions juxtaposed against his masculine and sexy look.

"To be honest....I was kinda' hoping you'd text me or something. Thought maybe we could get a drink or something" he said as he fidgeted in a nervous way.

"A drink? Are you old enough to drink?" I asked trying to break the tension.

"You flatter me!" he said. "How old do you think I am?"

"I'm not falling for that trap!" I said. He locked his eyes on mine and smiled, not saying a word. "Twenty three?" I said hopefully.

"Thirty" he said.

"No way!" He pulled out his driver's license and showed me.

"Damn. Thirty!" I said surprised.

"Remember the these" he said pointing to his glasses with one hand, sliding his wallet in to his front pocket with the other.

"Yeah, remember" I said pointing to my glasses. "I'm not thirty any more!"

"Well, I think you look great, no matter how old you are" he responded flashing that smile.

I pulled out my wallet and removed the piece of paper he gave me last week as well as my phone. I typed up a message and hit SEND. His phone vibrated with a text from me that read: 'Hi It's Brent. Drinks tonight?'His smile grew as he hastily typed on his phone. His message vibrated my phone. It read: 'Definitely'

Once home, I put away the groceries and got ready for drinks with Lu. We were to meet at Lounge EXT downtown, a public, yet intimate hangout for LBGT people around eight. Cleaned, trimmed and smelling good, I walked in to EXT and saw Lu already there. This guy must have been really in to me to be early. I sat down in the booth in the dark corner and slide around the half circle to be next to him. 

"Hey there, handsome" I said, which caused him to flash another smile which I was starting to enjoy very much.

"Good to see you again. First rounds' on me!" he said as the waiter brought over the drinks.

"So I have to admit something before we go any further" he said.

Oh God, I thought. Here we go: he's a felon, is ripe with disease, a mass murderer....something not good is coming.

"I knew I didn't hit your car last week."
"You're a car faker?" I asked, taking another drink.

"I saw you at the store a few times - thought you were hot - and tried to get up enough nerve to talk to you. But I couldn't. So the one time I saw the car you drive, and...."

"Came up with a scheme?" I interrupted.

"Yeah. Sorry. I hope you're not mad" he said, looking at me with puppy dog eyes from behind those frameless glasses.

"Well, I thought something was up when you said you dinged my car with your door and then walked away to your car, on the other side of the lot."

"Yeah...." he said with a grin. "Not my best thought out plan I have to admit...." his dimpled smile causing my skin to tingle.

"I thought something was up, but didn't know how to....finish...that scheme of yours - I didn't know what your end game was" I said with a smile.

"Sorry" was his only response.

"Hey: it ended up well enough, didn't it? I'm having drinks with a sexy young man, with a great smile...." he spirits seemed to elevate slightly. "In a nice clean place, in the dark corner..." I placed my hand on his knee under the table. "I could think of worse ways this could have ended."

He smiled and we talked, laughed and had a couple more drinks over the next couple of hours.

"So I have to ask" I started as our laughter died down. "When we met at the store the earlier today....did you wear that on purpose?" I asked.

"What do you mean? That's my typical grocery store gear!" "You wear hot clothes like that to get eggs and milk?!?" I asked.

"Well that. And a man." he replied looking over at me. "Potentially."

"Potentially?" I asked.

"Of course. There's no guarantee of anything in life, is there?" he asked.

"No. Other than looking so damn fine while getting groceries!" I said, looking down his polo, catching a couple black hairs sticking out. 

"Watcha thinkin'?" he asked.

"Honestly?"

"Of course" he replied, turning his body towards me in the booth.

"I was wondering about all that" I said pointing at his chest. "You have chest hair."

"Yeah I get that from my dad I guess. Chinese men aren't too hairy - above the waist anyway. But that's a curse I got from my American side."

"Curse?!?" I asked, shocked.

"Well, when most guys see an Asian guy, they expect them to be smooth - like a twelve year old or something. That's not me."

"And that's a bad thing?"

He sat his glass down on the table. "If you want to go, that's OK, I understand."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.

"If you want a smooth Asian boy. I get it that a lot so I get it"

"First of all, don't sell yourself short based on what other douchebags have said. Second..." I reached over and pushed my hand down his chest, felling his chest hair. "I absolutely LOVE a hairy guy. But when they're sexy as well? That's a no brainer for me!"

He looked at me shocked.

"Well I like a hairy guy too, but I've never met a hairy guy that likes a hairy Asian guy" he said

."Until now" I confirmed. "You have any plans tomorrow?" I asked, pulling my hand out of his shirt and rearranging my now hard dick.

"Not really. Just laundry."

"What do you eat for breakfast?" I asked.

"I usually just have a fruit smoothie, why?"

"I have fruit. Want to get out of here?" I asked. He smiled.

"Definitely."

I pulled in to the garage, with Lu right behind me. He walked in to the garage as I closed the door; our mouths were locked together before the door fully closed. He moaned as I passionately kissed him, backing him up to the tool shelf, the sound of slurping filling the now blacker-than-night garage. 

He removed his glasses as my hands instantly reached down and pulled his polo over his head. I kissed his collar bone as my hands felt his toned back. I raised his arm and licked his hairy pit, not caring it still had a faint taste of deodorant. I pushed my face harder in to his pit as he wrapped his arm around my head in a vice like grip. My left hand explored his hairy pecs, discovering the hair was between his nipples and no further down. I moved my hand down his stomach, discovering some abs that, eventually, became hair covered. My cock pressed in to his hairy legs. I struggled to breath as he had my head secured in his pit. He groaned as I chewed on the underside of his substantial bicep, finally breaking free of the vice he had me in.

I made my way back up to his hairy pecs and pinched his nipple. He winced and moaned. I pinched it again, harder this time. His whole body twitched. He pushed me off of him with force I didn't know he was capable of.

"Take off your shirt" he demanded.

"You take it off" I countered. 

He slowly unbuttoned my shirt, exposing more of my reddish-brown chest hair with each button he undid. About four buttons in, he bent down and placed his face in my chest, splattering my trimmed chest hair with his tongue. I ran my hands through his thick hair as he finished with my shirt. He pulled it off and tossed it on the ground. 

By this time his face was hidden in my furry stomach as he ran his hands up my legs and in to my shorts, where he met the leg of my boxer brief. Working his hand in to the leg of my brief, he pushed forward. I felt his hand making its way to my trimmed bush, all the while he tongued my belly button. He pulled away from me, undid my shorts, and had them at my ankles before I knew what was happening.

He stood up and stepped back, looking at me wearing only my boxer briefs.

"Hell yes" he said looking me up and down. 

"Your turn" I said. 

Like he was told, he removed his shorts and stood there for me to admire. His dark skin was pulled tight across a athletically toned body. His triangle of hair around his abs stood out as thick and long. You could see some ribs under and to the side of each hairy pec that was topped with a dark pink nipple. His legs, toned as hell, were covered in black hair below his knee and lessened as you worked your way up to his thigh, but everything else was hidden by his black briefs.

"Want to go inside?" I asked, being aware we were both hot and sweaty from the summer heat trapped in the garage and coming from my car's engine. 

"I'll follow you" he replied, as we both picked up our clothes and headed in to the house. 

The house's cold air hit my moist body and caused a shiver to go up my spine. As he closed the door, I turned around and pushed up against the kitchen table. Pulling off his briefs, his cock sprang forward. I stepped back surprised.

"That's something else my dad gave me" he said.

"God bless your dad!" I said as he chuckled.

"Yeah most guys don't get this far with me" he said as I looked at the marvel he was hiding all this time: a cut dick that was easily as big as my nearly eight inches and just as thick. The only difference is my cock head is mushroom shaped and his is shovel shaped. But still impressive nonetheless. And it stuck straight out from a closely shaven, what would normally be, thick bush of pubic hair.

I bent down and took his meat in to my mouth without hesitation. The head of it was soaked in his precum. And it tasted sweeter than anything I've had in a long, long time. I pushed it back in to my throat where my chin was met with a decent set of nuts, also shaven. I bobbed my headed back-n-forth with my own vice like grip as he leaned back, allowing for another half an inch or so of veiny, cut cock to be eaten. 

He reached down, grabbed my hand and placed in on his chest, which was rising and falling quickly. He slapped his chest with my hand and groaned each time my skin made contact with his. I continued to lightly punch and slap his right pec while my right hand ran up his side and latching on to his pit again. If he's been any taller I don't think I could have pulled this off in this position. but somehow, I was able to service him for several minutes before he pushed me off of him.

"Where's the bedroom?" he asked. I grabbed his wet dick and led him in to the back bedroom, where I pushed him down on the corner of the bed. Dropping to my knees again, I pushed his hairy legs back, exposing his smooth ass, where I proceeded to eat his dark pink hole. He looped his arms around the back of his knees and pulled his legs back further, allowing me more access. Which I didn't mind one iota. 

He groaned as I pushed my tongue deeper in to him, finally penetrating his first ring of defiance, but I couldn't get in any further. Which was fine. I had other plans.

I spun him around to the side of the bed and pushed him more towards the center. I grabbed a rubber and lube from my night stand and, without even asking, I prepped his member for my pleasure with no reluctance from him whatsoever. 

I stepped up on the bed, straddled him and lowered myself so I was sitting on his stomach. He slapped his chest with my hard, now precum soaked cock. The thud sound it made seemed to turn him on. I moved forward, grabbed a hand full of hair, and push his face to my cock, which he swallowed without haste. I forced his hard forward and backward, face fucking him with his own head. 

He grabbed my hairy ass and buried his mouth in my trimmed bush, doing something with his throat and tongue that I've never had done before to the point I almost lost it right there. I fell backwards enough to pull of of his mouth, the under side of my dick head getting scratched by his chin stubble.

"Where did you learn that?" I asked trying to catch my breath and control my orgasm.

"From books" he said with a laughed.

"Well how good are you at using this thing?" I asked reaching behind me and slapping my ass with his dick.

"Want to find out?" he asked, with a sense of primal lust in his eyes. Normally, I don't bottom. And when I do, it takes a lot of patience on the part of the top. But for some reason, with Lu, I didn't want to wait. And neither did he. Once he was lubed and suited up, I positioned myself above his beast, and sat down on him in one swift motion. The shape of his dick - smaller at the tip and thicker toward the base - allowed for a quick insertion. My own cock twitched and pulsed as I settled down on him. 

I leaned forward and wrapped my hands around his neck.

"Fuck me" I demanded.

And fuck me he did. 

My God who would have thought this guy was capable of causing so much anal damage. 

He pummeled my hole with the skill of someone who has been doing this daily for decades. Professional porn stars have nothing on this guy. I sat there, unable to match his rhythm, unable to move, mouth open and eyes rolled back in to my skull while he did his thing. The only thing I could do was try to squeeze him, which I did and he seemed to loved. 

Eventually, I squeezed him out of me and she slammed up against my ass cheeks before he realized he'd come out. This allowed me to catch my breath and reposition by bracing myself on his pecs. I took this time to pinch his nipples, but he wasted little time in getting back inside me to continue the borderline violent slamming of my hole. He reached under my arms to my chest and worked my own nipples. 

I knew this was the end for me. I sat back while he continued to pole punch my hole. I moaned like a bitch and then started exploding. I tried to direct it towards his stomach and chest, but he was slamming me so hard I was shooting every which direction, but I did manager to give him a good covering.

Once I finish, I physically can't take someone inside me. So after the last shot or two, I started to pull off of him (he was still pounding me) but I noticed he was contorted in such a way every vein in his shoulders and neck were visible. He reached around and pulled out of me and tore off the rubber just in time for me to feel hot liquid hit my ass, then the small of my back, then my shoulder and then my hair. This boy was erupting like a volcano! 

Gush after gush of burning hot liquid plastered my back, shoulders and head. I watched his body react to ever blast and I tried to catch my breath. He was a thing of beauty: dark skin, covered in my own white liquid, as his body quaked with each shot of his own little swimmers.

Normally by now I would be soft, but watching this spectacle, I wasn't. I grabbed my cock and, without a cock inside me, I jacked furiously until I was dumping another smaller load exactly where I wanted the original: right in the middle of that hairy patch of chest hair. 

Lu's head was still tilted back as he held his own cock, his eyes closed as I smeared my second smaller load around on his chest, before finally moving off to the side of him. I felt the cooling, but still hot, jizz of my new buddy slowing succumbing to gravity and run sideways down my back. 

I reached down and cupped his wet balls, which caused him to open his eyes.

"Holy fuck!" he shouted with a horse voice. 

"That was...."

"Amazing?" I finished the sentence for him. 

He shook his head 'yes' as his wet chest rose up and down, slower each time.

"I think we need a shower. And I think I'll need some help" I said, twisting my back so he could see.

"Yeah. Me too" he said standing up. He followed me in to the bathroom and I started the shower.

"You always cum that much?" I asked.

"No. I cum more when I bottom" he replied rather lackadaisically.

Good lord, I thought. The next morning we had breakfast, naked, which led to other things that morning. But that's another story for another time.