I Don't Mind A Hairy Back

By Ben Highlander

A Married man with an eye for boys fears he may be bored to death or at the very least tears when he and his family attend a Christmas lunch with family. What actually transpires opens his eyes to the possibility that his life has been a little on the dry side, and that there's a cute boy almost anywhere that wants some tender loving care, if that's what you want to call it. Ben Highlander lets his imagination go and promises that if you are that way inclined, you will enjoy where he lets his titillating tastes lead him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ben Highlander
• Release date: Jun 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310558979

Ben Highlander

Ben Highlander is a writer of #gay_erotic_stories which have appeared on sites like nifty.org and Gayauthors.org. He lives in New Zealand with his family, where he spends every waking minute working on ways to tantalize the imagination of his (mostly gay) fans.

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I don't Mind A Hairy Back

By Ben Highlander

Published by Ben Highlander at Smashwords

Copyright 2015 Ben Highlander

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

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Author's Note:

All characters depicted in this work of fantasy are 18 or older. This story contains gay oral, anal sex between consenting men and some fetish sex, specifically the drinking of urine. If you do not like/agree with any of this, then this book is not for you.

All characters and situations in this work of fiction are purely imaginary and any resemblance to any real people is purely coincidental

Table Of Contents

Disclaimer

Chapter 1- A Very Hairy Christmas To You

Chapter 2- Two Is Better Than One

Chapter 3- In For A Penny...

Chapter 4- A Taste Of Things To Come

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Chapter 1- A Very Hairy Christmas To You

Christmas. We had elected to go to family for the day. Some families collect other families. We were one of the collected families. That is: me, a 52 year old quite buff (secretly) bisexual guy, my beloved wife, our 17 year old daughter Shannie, and Joel, our laatlammetjie (lit. late lamb—a child born many years after its siblings). We always ended up with family and when it got too much we could leave and retreat to the safety and sanity of our home. If all else failed we would use our 3-year-old son to beat a hasty retreat if things got to be too much.

There were all sorts of other collected families. An overweight diving instructor and his wife and two underfed teenage sons—guess how they stayed slim? —some older friends of the resident gran and grandpa, and an overweight mother and her GORGEOUS son.

When we arrived—half an hour late, unusually, for us—everybody was just about to hand out presents. When we walked in everybody was seated in a small lounge that was festooned with Christmas teddy bears. I mean creepily festooned but nonetheless festive. When we walked in I took stock of all present as I do when I know that I would be in an unknown situation. Who do I know and who not? I knew the fat guy and his boys. They were cute but skinny. I knew my wife's cousin's boys, tall strapping boys that I would fuck if I had the opportunity but, hey, no chance here...family was all around and I had kept my secret for decades, so how was it to change now?

Who I didn't know was the blonde boy sitting on the floor by the piano. Spiky hairstyle, short pants and clearly beefy arms, not able to make out much more but I was intrigued, hiding it as I was used to doing due to many years of incognito boy-love. He was obviously into himself, flashing that smile all around, apparently not even aware of my presence as I looked at his interaction with the cousins (godd, what would you call them?).

Once