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As he rounded the bottom of the staircase, he walked toward me, towel and gown over his arm, his own dressing gown barely meeting in the middle, showing A LOT of gorgeous chest hair, at which I tried not to stare. He gestured that I should go into the lounge, so I did. He drew the curtains – it was almost dark anyway, so that wasn’t strange. He put the lights on, not harsh ones, a couple of lamps, which made it feel nice and cosy.
“Right, Ben, let’s get you out of those wet clothes. I brought you a towel and a gown as I said. You still look a bit dazed to me, so let me help you.”
Dick babbled away to himself and I acquiesced, feeling very floaty from the brandy. He was very gentle, pulling my jacket off from behind, then turning me round to face him. He undid the buttons on my shirt one at a time, fiddling each time, I would have sworn he was trying to tickle me. I was smirking, and could feel my dick throbbing in my pants. As he got down the buttons on my shirt, he commented on my chest hair.
“Wow, would you look at that. You have amazing chest hair. Shit, look down there! Belly hair too.”
“So do you! And those legs look pretty hot too!”
“Mmmmm can’t wait to have a look at yours!”
My shirt came off, he knelt down to undo my trousers, fiddling with the belt, his fingers scrabbling on my belly making me jump and giggle.
“Oooh a live wire!” He did it again, more purposefully now, fingers scrabbling across my belly.
“Nooooo ohahahahahahaa ss ssstoppphhrwsrte heee ohh heeeee mmm heeeee hahahahaaha”
“Hmmmm……Oooh nice hairy legs too. Let’s get these trousers off and that dressing gown on.”
As he was kneeling and pulling my trousers off – they were quite tight so he had to thread my feet through the legs – his dressing gown parted. He wasn’t wearing pants, and there stood an amazing cock, hard as rock, pressing against the fabric, straining to get out.
I must have whimpered at the sight of it because he looked down at it, then back up at me, winking. He was having difficulty getting my trousers off, so he stuck his hand down the trouser leg, from the top, to release the part where my foot was stuck. It felt so good, the hairs on his arm rubbing against my leg, this guy was seriously hot and turning me on something rotten. He cleared the blockage by grabbing my foot, not too hard, but firmly. As he got my foot out of the leg, hurling the trousers aside, he held onto my foot, his other hand approaching, fingers poised. I was trying to retain my balance, so didn’t notice till it was too late and he was tickling the sole of my foot. I had an immediate reaction, kicking to get away from his fingers, sending myself flying backwards to land on the sofa, with only my pants guarding my dignity - and rather startled. He grinned – almost leered at me.
“Finish your brandy, I’ll go and pour the tea. Here.”
He threw the dressing gown at me. It seemed rather small. I put it on, then realised it was small, short in fact. It barely covered my legs at all, stopping barely below my pants.
“Eee we can’t have that, I must have picked out the wrong one. Come upstairs with me and we’ll pick out a different one – I have a few.”

to be continued – what would you like to happen next? I'll be posting the rest of this story completely free, whereas future stories might have charges to get part two or three, unless you convince me I should give you them for free that is.......