***This story is entirely fictional. The characters do not practice safe sex. In real life it is imperative to practice safe sex! This is only a fantasy….so enjoy…

It was another cold, dark evening in my small, coastal, Alaskan town. Instead of going to the gym after work I decided to take my dog on a walk up the road to the boatyard. At this time of winter the boatyard is jammed packed with giant fishing boats. It’s typically a quiet place to walk the dog, with only a handful of fishermen hauled up inside by a propane heater, performing some type of maintenance on his boat. This particular evening walk started out just as any other in the past, except as I neared the darkening boatyard I realized I had forgotten my headlamp. I didn’t think too much about it, as this was a regular winter walk for me, and the light reflecting on the snow was enough for me.

After a quiet ten minutes or so, I was strolling by one particular fishing boat when I heard some swearing from within. Nothing major, just a “fuck” and “damn it”…minimal swearing for a fishing boat! As I got right about at the boat, big soaring vessel it was, some stomping was followed by an abrupt appearance of a head out the door.

I could not really see anything but a shadow, but before I could visually process anything a deep, gruff voice spoke in my direction through the darkness,

“You think you could give me a hand?” the voice said in a somewhat stressed tone.

With no time to think, I responded with a, “sure, no problem.”

“You can bring your dog inside if you want, it’s mighty cold out. This is perfect timing with you walking by, because I just need an extra set of hands for a few minutes. I’m trying to repair a dial on the drive board, and I need someone to hold the wheel up for a minute.”

“Oh, okay”, I said as we walked up the steps and into the steering room, “I’m glad you saw me walking by, so I can give you a hand.”

With a sudden twinge of excitement, I was certain I heard a quiet reply to my “…give you a hand” comment. But knowing this is Alaska and never wanting to let my secret desires for hairy men come out for fear of what may happen, I ignored my ears and decided I must be hearing sounds in the boat.

And with this, we walked into the light for the first time. Ignoring the excitement deep in my loans was no longer an option! Standing a few feet from me (the steering room was only big enough for a captain’s chair, a propane space heater, and about three or four adults standing shoulder to shoulder), was the sexiest Carhartt-wearing man I had ever laid eyes on! I was speechless, as I quickly surveyed the whole 6’4, 215-ish package, from his black wool hat, down to his dark, bushy eyebrows, which curved around twinkly brown eyes, a few traces of crow’s feet shooting from the sides of eyes told me he appeared to be in his forties. I was instantly lost in his thick, Alaskan, winter-time beard, framing a set of juicy, pink lips, before quickly scanning the rest of him and his insulated Carhartt bib overalls, stained with just the right amount of work, but not too dingy. As I took in his scuffled up work boots, I realized with excited fear, and a jolt of adrenaline, that my body scan was probably a bit too obvious.

I quickly looked him in the eyes, and tried to play off my excitement, as my heart pounded through my layers of shirts!

He nonchalantly licked his lips, smirked, and said, “My name’s Phil. What’s yours? You still think you can give me a hand?”

I couldn’t quite find my voice, so I shook my head, “yes”, and then from somewhere within my 25 year old loins, I nervously answered, “Oh yea, I can definitely give you a hand, and my name’s Greg!”

Noticing my wide eyes and nervous voice, he said, “Great, I really need to get this job done tonight, but before we get started I think I’ll shed a few layers because this heater has cranked up the temperature, and I’m starting to sweat under these layers!”

As if in a dream, this great, Alaskan man started taking off his overalls. Underneath the insulated overalls he was only bearing a set of black long underwear. Out of the neck of his shirt spewed a few black chest hairs, which immediately sent shivers down my spine.

Before I could even process what was happening I had two, strong, fishermen hands gripping my shoulders! I absolutely melted, and most certainly felt a little moisture oozing out of my rock hard dick, which was protruding against my two layers of pants!

Looking me in the eyes, this incredible specimen, calmly, and with a little smirk, said, “Maybe you could even give me more than just a hand.”

All I could muster from within his grip was a quick nod of my head; I was literally speechless! He lifted up his shirt from the waist, as he nudged my shoulders down, telling me with his body that he wanted my head in his crotch. As my weak, trembling knees gave away, I found myself on my knees and staring right into a furry carpet of curly, black stomach hair. And now noticing I had other senses, I noticed a strong aroma of man engulfing my nose. This was the smell of a working man, but of a working man who takes pride in his appearance, as well as his masculinity. He smelled clean, like he had showered that morning, but had been working in the cold, crisp air several hours. That’s the smell only someone in a cold climate can recognize…cold, crisp, refreshing, yet, musky, a tiny bit sweaty, and just straight up man smell!

After working his firm, furry belly with my warm tongue, it was all I could do not to plunge my face into his crotch, but instead I stretched up and took one of his round, pink, firm nipples into my mouth. And for the first time, I heard a slight moan come from somewhere within Phil’s furry chest! I worked each nipple for some time, until his strong hands nudged my head down, insinuating it was time for me to taste his cock. Up until this moment he had left his long underwear pants, and the only glimpse I had of his manhood was a giant bulge in the crotch.

I slowly inched his pants down, as my tongue worked his furry trail. Another burst of pure manly aroma took my nostrils by storm, and my own swollen, seven inch, hairy piece of manhood throbbed with acknowledgement! When the pants finally released his manhood, I was completely stunned by what swung up to greet my face! This had to be absolutely the biggest, most beautiful dick I had ever seen in my entire life. It was enormous, but in a way that was totally proportional. As if on cue, the window that was Phil’s uncut foreskin opened slightly to reveal a giant, mushroom-shaped head, bright pink with excitement, and glistening with a tiny bit of moisture! The head gave way to a monster shaft, a good 10 inches, and the diameter of beer bottle, all bursting out of a mound of curly, black pubic hair!

With a bit of awe, I glanced up the muscular, hairy body, and as our eyes locked, Phil said with confidence, “Greg, you ever took anything that hot before?”

“No sir”, I said, mesmerized by what was happening!

“Oooh, I like to be called ‘Sir’! Well, Greg after you satisfy me with your mouth, I’m going to give you something you will never forget!”

Moaning with approval, I plunged my face back into his crotch. I licked up and down the long shaft, getting closer and closer to the sensitive head ring. With each approach to his smooth, pink head Phil let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction, and when I finally allowed my hot, wet tongue to cross over onto the head, I could tell I was doing the trick, as he arched back and sat down on the captain’s chair.

I kneeled in front of him, with one of his muscular, hairy legs on each side of me. I worked my tongue all around the sensitive head of Phil’s throbbing rod, gently pulling back the foreskin and circling and circling until I could not resist the temptation any longer, I opened wide and engulfed his head with my mouth!

A deep moan, and an, “Oh yea, that’s it, boy!” drifted down to my ears, as I slowly worked my mouth down his rod until his swollen pink head was touching my tonsils, and I could take no more!

I slowly glided back up toward the head, and just before it was out of my mouth-heater, I plunged him back deep inside my throat. I continued this process, coming up for air occasionally, which gave me the opportunity to dart my tongue all over the now rock hard head.

My mind was totally taken away, and I don’t have a clue how long I worked his manly package over. Listening to Phil’s deep, masculine moans and groans, and an occasional, “…that’s right, boy, suck my big dick…”, and a few, “…oh yea, make me hard so I can give your tight, round ass all 10 inches of my man meat…”, quickly put me in a hypnotic state.

Finally, as Phil’s dick was so swollen I could hardly wrap my mouth around it, I heard from above, “Ok, boy, it is time to send you to another planet!”

My euphoric state loosened just enough for me to feel a bit of excited fear at knowing I was about to be spread wide open with a really big dick. Being fairly new to man sex, I had only really been fucked once. Yes, there had been tongues and fingers and plugs and an occasional dildo, but only one (small) dick a couple times, but nothing, I mean nothing like the dick that I had been tasting the past half hour or more!

Sensing my twinge of fear, Phil said in a calm, confident, sexy voice, “Don’t be nervous, I know exactly what I’m doing! Just relax and get ready for lift-off, Captain Phil is about to set sail!”

With this, he grabbed my firm, aroused body, wrapped me in his warm, furriness, laid me down on my back on the reclining captain’s chair, and forced his firm, darting tongue into my startled mouth! At the same time, Phil began rubbing and massaging my ass cheeks, and softly jiggling his finger around my ass. Then, after a few darts of the tongue inside my mouth, I felt a double sensation of one of his hot, manly, fingers go inside my mouth, as well as one spit-covered finger being inserted slowly into my ass!

Deep sighs of satisfaction began in my throat, as my hungry mouth sucked his thick, hairy finger, while my tight, hungry sphincter relaxed and allowed his whole finger inside!

“You like that, don’t you, boy? You like my finger inside your ass, huh?”

“Oh, yes, yes sir” I quietly moaned.

I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t even notice the second finger slide all the way inside, until a moment of shear joy occurred when Phil found my prostate!

As my eyes were rolling into the back of my head, I was only slightly aware of my legs and pelvic being lifted with one strong hand. Phil slowly let one finger slide out, and then another. His sweaty, hairy body was now on top of me, and his beard was rubbing my beard, as his tongue explored my tongue. Somewhere in the recesses of my brain I noticed Phil rub lube on his dick and all around my ass.

Our sweaty, hairy chests merged together. My mouth was being tantalized with another man’s tongue. My pelvic was raised gently by Phil’s confident torso. I felt one strong hand beside my head. I felt the other hand softly placing a throbbing dick at the entrance to my hot and ready ass. I felt a little pressure at the door, as the tongue worked my mouth even harder. I now felt a strong hand gripping my left thigh and tilting me back.

“Oh, yes, sir please! Oh, please give it to me! I want you to fuck me please! Oh, please daddy…”

My chest felt the vibrations of a deep, “mmmmm” from Phil’s chest, and at the same time, I felt my sphincter grip tight around his swollen head!

I let out a deep groan as my toes curled tight under my feet!

Phil remained still until my sphincter had relaxed, and then he slowly worked every single inch of his amazing cock inside of my ass, filling me up all the way! I felt nothing but pleasure as I felt his giant balls touching my ass, and with this, to my amazement, I knew he was all the way in!

“Oh yea, that’s what I’m talking about” boasted Phil. “I knew you could take me, I told you I know what I’m doing!”

With a deep exhalation, I begged, “Oh, please, I’m so ready for you to show me what it’s liked to really be fucked by a real man! Oh please…”

Phil began to slowly remove his dick, and just when I thought he was going to take it all the way out, he changed directions and gently went back deep inside me. My back arched, my toes curled, and I moaned!

I was being FUCKED!

Each time Phil let his dick slide near the edge, he re-inserted with more and more momentum! The rhythm began to gradually pick up. Pools of sweat were merging on our chests. Our breathing became heavy, with a more and more sighs, moans, and groans. I felt hands pushing the backs of my knees back, until my feet were bent up over my head. With this new positioning, came an onslaught of powerful, yet gentle thrusts of Phil’s dick, feeling all 10 inches ramming up inside me, then back out, then back in, back out, in, out, in, out, in, out. Uncontrollably my moans became louder and louder until I was screaming with ecstasy. My moans and groans merged with Phil’s moans and groans. He was fucking me so hard now that beads of sweat were hurling from his beard and closely-shaven head down onto my face, like drops of salty rain! His face was turning red as he continued to pound his rod into my hole!

He pounded and pounded until from somewhere on another planet I heard him vigorously shout, “Oh yea, oh yea, oh, oh, oh…” and with each new thrust the louder and more meaningful his “oh’s” became until at last he grunted, “…you’re gonna make me cum, oh yea, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, oh, oh, oh, yea, oh yea, oh yea, oh yea…!!”

And then I felt as if I truly was about to lift off. Phil gripped me tight with his entire, sweat-drenched body, and as he let out the loudest moan yet, I felt his swollen cock thrust deep inside one final time, and a surge of fiery hot cum exploded deep inside me! This explosion was too much, and I immediately began erupting hot man juice, squirting uncontrollably up against Phil’s belly. I truly lost all sense of grounding, as the man on top of me continued firing more and more of his juice inside of me, until some time later I felt my body being released from his strong grasp.

Our bodies both slowly began to relax, our breathing began to slow, and as Phil began kissing me, softly caressing my tongue with his, I felt his softening dick slowly slide out of my fulfilled ass. As his head made the final exit, it was followed by a small pool of his hot, steamy cum, which began to drip down my thighs, giving me a tickling sensation that sent wild shivers up my spine.

Phil gently grabbed his dick and manually drained the last few drops of his man juice out onto my spent cock. With a final pump, he collapsed on me, his hot, sweaty, hairy, chest pressed me into the captain’s chair.

After lying on top of me for a few minutes, rubbing beards together and enjoying the last few explorations with our tongues, Phil smiled the biggest, sexiest, manliest smile, and with a deep chuckle asked, “Hey, you think you can give me a hand?”