Ch. 4 The Awesome Edge Back Story

It was well past midnight and my mind was still racing trying to make sense of what’s been going in the past couple of days and nights at the cabin. My Bro was snoring and annoying the shit out of me, but I’m not going to say a word. The poor guy has had more sex with me in the couple of days than he probably gets at home! That goes doubly for me too! I’m so fucken turned on that I can’t sleep just yet, and my dick is hurting from all the use it’s had! Larry’s dick is four years younger, but probably hurts just as much! He is sleeping so peacefully, and then turns over onto his back, and I get to just soak in everything that he has covered and kept from my eyes for the past several years! He is so fucking beautiful! I don’t know, is it okay to call a guy beautiful when we use that as a gender specific word most of the time? Handsome, he is, but I think that term refers to a man’s face in the crowded world of good looking men. 

Larry has all the attributes of male beauty, according to me! He has a lot more body hair than me, a ton more I’d say. It’s so different than my body hair and most other guys. First, it’s light blonde rather than light brown as with me, it’s also short in length, dense and curly, so, it lays closer to his body and covers it as fur. Maybe I need to rethink about how I’m writing this about him because if he read it, he might think I’m criticizing him for what he was born to have. I’m not, it’s such a fucking turn on for me, because he wears it well and looks so manly. I know he’s been asked to shave it all off by his wife, but so far has ignored her request. Yay for me!

I’ve had time that night wide awake just soaking in the beauty of that gorgeous naked body, There’s another word not always used for men, but hunk works I guess. During this time I reflected back to when I was around 15 or 16 years old, I used to walk home from where the school bus dropped us off, the walk took me past my Aunt and Uncle’s home. They had a home on the next block from my house. My Aunt is my Dad’s baby sister, and she is only 12 or 13 years older than me. I’d stop and talk to her often on the way home. She was so easy to talk to about teenaged concerns, and you should know by now, I had some! 

My Uncle was from a Swedish Family, and surprise, surprise had the same hair as my buddy, all over as my buddy! I wasn’t really into body hair yet at that age, I hardly had any of my own yet, I was 17 before I sprouted chest hair of any consequence, but started shaving daily around 14 years old. Okay, get back to the uncle, for crying out loud!

My Uncle was a normal laborer, I don’t remember exactly what he did, but it’s not important. He usually came home from work hungry and that would cut short the visit with my Aunt. But there was one day that he came home, said hi to us and said he needed a shower before dinner. It wasn’t a long shower though, because he came out to the sunny patio to join us in conversation. He only had a pair of walking shorts on, shirtless and shoeless. I of course have no idea what we talked about because I was fixated on his blonde hairy body. And, he was very hairy too, I never knew that about him other than seeing his hairy forearms occasionally. The adult men in my family never were seen in shorts, so seeing him this way, gave me a look at the hairiest legs I’ve ever seen on a man! He had the sun at his back and the blonde body hair glowed as a halo all around him. I can still see it glow in my mind, unfortunately, he passed away in his early forties, he was a good man! Now I get the connection I have with Larry, he has a replicated body of my Uncle. Again, I have no intention of telling Larry any of this and I hope you don’t as well.

Before I drifted off to sleep wrapped around my buddy’s naked body, I reflected upon how I met and became close buddies with him. You can read about that in this short chapter.

Thanks for reading,

Marcus