Ravished By A Gorilla

I had never been fixated by hairy guys. I liked hairy men, but it wasn’t a major issue in my life. I was a blond cub and enjoyed my modest furriness. The night I met Sas, however, a new era dawned as I met one of the hairiest men I had ever encountered. As I sat at the bar and observed him enter, my previous concepts of hairiness flew out the window.

Sas had a full head of short-cropped black hair. His black beard was also extraordinary, and the hair extended to an inch under his eyes. His eyebrows were thick and knitted seamlessly under his forehead in an unending strip of furriness. His beard extended into his neck without pause, and the polo shirt he wore did little to contain the overflow of fluff billowing over the V-necked collar. From the top of the short sleeves, his bushy forearms were coated by an abundance of fur extending down to his hairy knuckles.

Above all, Sas was incredibly hulky and handsome, and when he sat next to me, his dreamy brown eyes enchanted me as he looked in my direction and smiled. Sas was fuckin’ magnificent!

As a child, my mother’s sister had given me a huge teddy bigger than me, with a huge blue bow around his neck. I had adored that teddy and never slept without him until I was eight years old. In a re-enactment of my childhood, Sas was reigniting my prepubescent affection in a far more adolescent manner. An indescribable urge to lunge at him and cuddle him overwhelmed me.

Thankfully, I refrained from doing so and scaring the bejesus out of him. By now I had also gazed at his huge hairy hands that appeared on the counter, apart from gawking at the enormous boots encasing his feet. I had never felt so overcome with horniness in my life.

“Hi, I’m Sas,” he said as he looked at me. “My name is Gordon, but everyone calls me Sas… Because of all the hair… Sasquatch,” he unnecessarily qualified.

“Hi, Gordon, I’m Jeff,” I answered.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said, extending the most gorgeous paw I had ever been clutched by. 

By now, I had decided to go for broke. “I think you are gorgeous,” I proffered.

As he chuckled, he answered, “So, you like hairy guys.”

“I don’t give a shit about that… I just think you are unbelievably handsome,” I countered.

“Really… That’s interesting,” Gordon replied, before adding, “So the hairy thing doesn’t matter to you?”

“No… Unless you need a good brushing,” I replied with a laugh.

Gordon burst out laughing before he jokingly asked, “So… Do you own a pet grooming service?”

“No… But Dian Fossey has asked me to make a sequel to ‘Gorillas in The Mist’ I countered, with a giggle, extending our humorous repartee.

“Mmm, I think I like you, Gordon,” Sas replied.

“Thanks… Buddy,” I answered.

“So, what else rings your bells? Shall we create a checklist?” Sas mischievously responded.  

“Why not?” I retorted.

“Lots of black hair?”

“Yeah,” I said smiling.

“Check. How about a bulky body?” Sas countered.

“Check,” I again replied.

“Big hairy hands and feet?” he suggested.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I gushed. 

“Mmm, I never trim. Can you handle a hairy arse and crotch?” Sas questioned.

“Definitely,” I babbled, continuing to enjoy our salacious interaction.

“Okay… Well let’s have a few more drinks, and if you like, I can show you how amorous an adult gorilla can be. That’s if, you’re willing to take the gamble,” Sas chuckled. 

“I’ll take my chances,” I countered with a smile.  

After a brief pause, I asked, “What about your checklist?”

“Mmm, well… Small golden cubs are a delicacy to me. Eating and pounding their pink puckers stirs the beast in me. How tall are you and how much do you weigh, Gordon?” Sas concluded.

“Five-seven, and one-thirty pounds,” I replied.

“Well, I’m eight inches taller and almost double your weight. Do you think you can cope with falling into a horny gorilla’s enclosure?” Sas chuckled.

“Bring it on,” I bravely answered. 

“Mmm, you do realize that there’ll be no handlers with tranquilizers to save you once you’re in my clutches?” Sas teased.

“Thank goodness gorillas are vegetarian,” I jokingly retorted.

As our banter continued, I found myself becoming hornier and hornier. After what seemed like an age, we finally departed for my apartment.

Once there, Sas seemed very relaxed and laidback. As we sat in the lounge it almost felt like he was ‘torturing’ me with his unhurried approach. After reaching down and eventually untying his shoelaces, Sas slowly removed his shoes and socks before extending his legs and placing his huge feet on the carpet, and wriggling his fat hairy toes. Throughout, he observed my anxious horniness and appeared to be enjoying my lustful gaze.

My agony continued as he now placed his hand under his t-shirt and commenced rubbing his stomach. I watched with anticipation as his t-shirt moved ever upward, revealing the hairy stomach I had hoped for. Once the t-shirt had moved to under his moobs, his hand snaked downward and slipped into his tracksuit pants. Sas now gave his genitals a good groping.

As if to fuel my lust even further, he then lifted the groping hand to his nostrils and gave his fingers a good sniff.  I was almost peeing in my pants by now but refrained from giving him the satisfaction of me lunging at him like a randy whore.

My dilemma got interrupted when he suddenly said, “Take all your clothes off.”

With reciprocal spite, I did so very slowly.

By the time I got done, Sas’s t-shirt had been thrown aside and I got my first look at the hairiest torso I had ever seen. His chest, shoulders, and back, as I would soon see, was coated by long black hair.

After feeling like I had been in a slow-motion movie, the next bit of action happened in a flash. Moving with lightning speed, Sas got up and lifted me over his shoulder before scurrying off to my bedroom.

En-route there, goodness knows how Sas dispensed with his tracksuit pants and underpants.

After I got thrown onto the bed on my back, a ‘gorilla’ jumped onto me and commenced ‘manhandling’ me. I was fan-fuckin’-tastic.

As if being ravished by a hairy beast wasn’t pleasurable enough, the grunting as his hairy mouth conquered my lips and head was breathtaking. With my eager hands floundering in a forest of fur, I clutched onto him as if my life depended on it. What pleased me most, was that there was a clean odour of masculinity emanating from him.

“Have you got lube? Sas grumbled.

“Don’t bother with lube, just fuck me rough and raw,” I squealed.

This was somewhat of a white lie because whenever I prepared for a visit to the bar, I always made sure my arse was well-lubricated and ready for action.

As he grunted, Sas’s commenced fumbling at my portal as he tried to guide his dick into me. His entry was comfortable and soon a rhythmic undulation got underway. I had not seen his cock in the preceding melee, but I could feel that he wasn’t over-endowed. I had never been a size queen and this didn’t bother me.

Well-endowed men had never impressed me, and oral sex, which I loved, always proved to be arduous. A good, stiff, seven-inches was infinitely preferable to a ‘donkey-dick,’ that was impossible to accommodate in your mouth, and fifty percent of the time was as limp as a giant marshmallow.

With sixty-nine, being a favourite number of mine, Sas’s seven-inch uncut dick, as I would later see, was perfection. Besides, it is not the quality of the equipment that’s important, but the expert ‘hand’ guiding it.

What was about to follow, however, introduced me to a new concept of sex. Much as I had never thought of myself as a ‘sprinter,’ Sas would now commence training me to become a marathon runner.

As Sas fucked me, he frequently paused, whenever we became too excited.

After my first two inquiries, when I could feel his excitement escalating and presuming that I needed to start tugging on my dick, he asked, “What’s your hurry? Just enjoy the journey, buddy.”

I lost track of time as his hairy humping body, became slick with sweat.

After an age on our long-distant run, Sas surprised me by saying, “The longer you hold out, the sweeter the final triumph will be. You must learn to deprive yourself to enhance the final victory.”

Unfortunately, my balls didn’t agree, and I frantically began to crave relief.

Once Sas commenced moving his body up and down as he speared into me, my desperate hand sought out my twitching cock. As my hand got solidly slapped away, Sas barked, “Don’t you dare, don’t even think of it.”

I had never experienced such an accumulative lust in my life. My body was pulsating with horniness as it begged for release.

“Please… Please,” I whimpered.

In answer, my body now got shoved against the headboard before a mass of fur swamped my head as Sas’s cock traversed my lips and he commenced skull-fucking me. As I had imagined, the cone-shaped uncut dick was a snug fit. Drowning in fluff and clamped by powerful hands, I gasped as Sas raided my throat.

As my unlawful hands clambered for dick, I felt my two arms getting commandeered and imprisoned above my head. Once one of his hairy paws had combined to cage both of my wrists, the other paw clenched my hair to orchestrate his lengthy face-fucking episode.

The in and out head-banging session frequently got interrupted as Sas extracted his dick from my mouth, before a face and hairy cock smearing session ensued.

Relief finally arrived as my body got pulled onto the middle of the bed, before the horny gorilla pounced on my body in the sixty-nine position, and our exhaustive dash commenced. As Sas speared my mouth he also vigorously sucked my cock.

As my pent-up balls spewed with gratification, Sas rewarded me with the most spectacular ejaculation I had ever experienced. How I didn’t drown as torrent after torrent got propelled from his dick, I will never know. My mouth, throat, and, entire head was coated in the most heavenly slush I had ever imbibed.

With a chuckle, as Sas lifted, he said, “Sorry, I should’ve warned you.”     

“Jeez, buddy, you could supply an entire army with protein,” I said laughing.              

 Sas and I became lovers after that. His predilection for delayed-release became a significant feature of our lives. He would restrain me for hours on end, and torture me relentlessly before allowing me to cum. I loved it, and above all, his hairy body always drove me wild with lust.