James looked forward to the big games each week. He had a season ticket and went to each home game and the atmosphere was always filled with excitement and anticipation as sell out crowds looked forward to another winning result.

For James, there were other reasons to attend besides just the football. The players themselves were outstanding specimens, muscled, toned, aggressive. Some of the fans were as well. Because he sat in the same seat each week James got to know by sight some of his fellow fans. One in particular had caught his eye, sitting right behind him.

He was an older man – James was 30 and the man was in his late 40s, James guessed. To most people the man wouldn’t have been that great. But James found something undeniably attractive about him. He was tall and heavily built, with a beard and a shaved head. His greatest feature was his piercing blue eyes. James sometimes found it hard to not stare into them. In fact James found it hard not to stare generally. During breaks in the game when the crowd would stand in their seats and stretch their legs, James would turn to see him at eye level with the man’s chest and crotch. James often longed to reach out and touch.

James was very attracted to older, hairy men. It was something that, when he was younger, he denied in himself but lately found himself fantasizing about more and more. He longed to be wrapped up in a pair of big, thick, hairy arms, to bury himself in a big chest of thick hair. The man attended each game with his young son so James always thought his fantasies would never, ever be realized. Yet another fantasy to keep me fulfilled, he thought.

One week, the game was close and the atmosphere electric. At half time, James joined the queue for beer. Looking around him, he noticed the man standing behind him in the queue and smiling at him. James decided to be bold.

"Enjoying the game?"

The man nodded. "It’s close," he said, in a low, gruff voice. The eyes pierced.

James engaged in small talk as they waited their turn. He found it easy to talk with the man about football. The man seemed eager to chat and they exchanged thoughts on the game, the players, and what the coach should do. When they got their beers, they walked away together and found themselves, as if by some predetermined signal, retreating to stand against a near wall with other fans, waiting for the game to restart. The small talk soon dried up as James and the man sipped beers. James couldn’t really understand nor believe what was going on. Then the man spoke.

"Name’s Gary," said the man. He paused, and looked around. "Would you like to meet up sometime?"

"What do you mean?" said James.

"I mean, do you want to meet up for coffee. Or something."

"Yes," said James. He felt it was the only thing he could say.

Gary gave James his cell phone number. "Where do you work?"

"In the city," said James.

"Why don’t I come pick you up one day for lunch? I live only a few minutes from the city so we could come back to my place, maybe have a beer or something," Gary said quickly.

"Sure," James stammered.

"How about Thursday?" asked Gary.

James felt he had to ask. "What about your wife?" he said.

Gary smiled. "She'll be at work."

James gave Gary his work address and phone number. Then, for the rest of the game, James couldn't focus. He didn't even remember who won or what happened and he didn't dare turn around to look at Gary, lest he realize it had all been a dream. He only knew about Thursday.

When Thursday came, he thought Gary would definitely not show. James waited outside his work, feeling nervous, churning. But then, at the time he said he would, Gary arrived and they drove back to his home.

After showing James around his house, and getting a beer from the fridge, Gary turned to James. "You know why I invited you here?" he said.

"No," said James, although he hoped he did.

"I have seen you staring at me at the game," said Gary. "I was waiting for you to make a move. I think you're a good-looking man. I'm married, and I love my wife and my kid, but I love fucking men. I haven't done been with a man for a few years, but I know - there's nothing else like it. And I have known since I saw you at the first match I wanted to fuck you. And I knew from the way you were looking at me that you wanted to fuck me. Am I right?"

"You are," said James. He could feel his cock hardening in his trousers.

Gary put down his beer and embraced James, kissing him hard. James was wrapped up in Gary's rough hands and thick, muscled arms. He could feel Gary's dick pressed hard up against his thigh as Gary's hands moved down James' back to his ass.

Wordlessly, Gary stopped kissing James and took off his shirt to reveal a hairy chest and erect nipples. Gary took off James' shirt and trousers. They both took off their shoes. James stood there in his underwear, his cock rock hard, admiring Gary's stocky frame and longing to taste Gary's dick. Gary stared at him with those eyes, slowly rubbing his own dick. James could see it through Gary's jeans, big and hard. Gary smiled.

"What do you like?" said Gary.

"I like what you like," said James.

"I want to fuck you. Really hard," Gary said. "And then maybe you could do the same."

"Yes I like that," said James.

James had always had a thing for older, hairier men. Recently James himself had grown a beard and starting working out in order to feel more like the men he fantasized about. Now here was a big, hot bear standing in front of him, ready to fuck him and be fucked by him. He could not believe it.

Gary massaged James' cock slowly. James groaned.

"Let's go to the bedroom," said Gary.

Gary led James to the bedroom, all the while fondling James' ass and dick. When they got there, Gary took off his trousers and stood in his white jocks, his cock rigid and almost bursting the seams of his underwear. James rubbed it slowly.

"Oh yeah," said Gary.

Gary embraced him again and they kissed, furiously, rubbing up against each other hard. Gary's hands grabbed the back of James' underpants and he pulled hard on them. James groaned again and grabbed Gary's huge balls, making Gary wince and moan in delight.

"Fuck yeah," said Gary. Gently he pushed James onto the bed on his back and took off James' underpants. He did the same, to reveal a huge, throbbing hairy cock. James gasped. "Fuck" he said. James' own cock was a good size but nothing compared to Gary's.

"You like it?" said Gary, slowly stroking himself.

"Yeah," said James.

Gary got on the bed and slowly eased his cock into James' eager mouth, gently pushing it in and out and rubbing it across James' beard. James moaned in ecstasy. Gary then positioned himself above James and lowered his massive balls into James' mouth. James slowly sucked them and then Gary moved and lowered his ass into James' face. James ate Gary's ass hungrily, licking at Gary's hairy ass and burying his face in it. Gary moaned and moaned. "Fuck yeah," Gary said. "Fuck me. Oh yeah. Stick your tongue further up there."

James did as he was told. After what seemed like an eternity, Gary moved and started to lick James' rock hard cock. He did it slowly, moving up the shaft and around the head, before consuming it all in his mouth. "Oh God yes," James said. Gary moved to his balls and ass, licking and sucking and moaning in admiration. James didn't want him to stop but knew more than anything he wanted Gary's massive cock up his ass.

"Fuck me," he said to Gary.

Gary grinned. "Sounds like a good plan," he said. He walked to a bedside table and brought back some lube and slathered his cock with it. He then gently massaged lube into James' ass, sticking in a finger and gently massaging James' ass.

"Oh god," said James. He could see Gary's cock glistening with the lube.

"I'm gonna fuck you now," said Gary. "You tell me if it's too hard. Then I'm gonna pump my cum all over you. Then I'm gonna lick it up. Then you're going to do it to me. How does that sound?"

"Sounds fucking brilliant," said James.

Gary grabbed James' legs and eased them apart. With a look of concentration he grabbed hold of his massive dick and guided it towards James' ass. He grabbed James' ass and lifted it in the air, and took James's left leg and hoisted it over Gary's shoulder. Then he eased his cock in.

James gasped. He didn't always like being fucked but this was something else. It went in smoothly, easily, effortlessly. Gary thrusted gently, a few strokes, getting harder and faster with each one. "How's that?" he said to James.

"That feels great," said James.

Gary continued, his thrusts getting faster and harder. His face scrunched up in exertion. "Oh fuck yeah," said Gary. "Oh fuck. You feel fucking great." They were both moaning in pleasure as the sound of Gary's balls slapping against James's ass filled the room. James grabbed Gary's ass hard and felt down for Gary's balls which were huge. James though Gary would shoot an enormous load and could hardly wait.

Gary twisted his nipples hard, then did the same to James. They both moaned in delight. James stared at the older man's big hairy stomach and thought of all the useless beauty of younger men with their shaved chests and waxing. It was all pointless. This is what real men looked like, sounded like, and performed like. A big, beefy, hairy, sweaty man fucking him hard, like it was the only thing in the world he was designed to do, the sound of his balls slapping, the older man's giant cock thrusting in and out of his ass. This was what being a man was about.

Gary's thrusts got harder and faster. "I'm gonna cum!" shouted Gary. He pulled out of James' ass and with a few jerks of his cock he exploded cum onto the James's face and chest with a roar. "Oh God!" shouted Gary. His cum cascaded out like a geyser, shooting wave after wave onto James' eager face and chest. He was covered in it and loved it. Gary's massive cock continued to spurt and spurt and Gary moaned, milking out every last drop. Then true to his word, he slowly licked up every drop, saving the cum around James' mouth for last, as they kissed hard.

"Your turn," said Gary. He lay on his back and spread his legs wide and reached over for the lube. He lubed his ass and raised his legs in the air. "Give it to me," he said. "I don't always like getting fucked but today I want it so bad. Don't hold back. Pump your cum all over me."

James didn't need to be told twice. He quickly lubed up his throbbing, aching cock and with a sharp thrust, he was inside Gary. Gary gasped. "Oh yes," he said.

James wanted to fuck Gary as hard and as good as Gary had fucked him. James had fucked guys before but this was different. He put every ounce of effort into it thrusting as hard and as fast as he was able. Gary lifted his legs over James' shoulders and James drove deep into his older lover. The sensations were incredible, Gary filled the air with dirty talk. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he moaned. "I want your cum all over me."

It wasn't long before James was ready to explode. He pulled out and then let fly with the biggest stream of cum he had ever produced. He didn't think it would ever stop. James's beard was covered with cum and Gary eagerly licked it up then they kissed again. Writhing on top of Gary, James noticed Gary was, incredibly, hard again.

"Think you could handle another?" said Gary. He rolled James over and proceeded to lick James' ass and balls. Then, with his dick still slick with lube and cum, he eased it into James' ass. "Fuck!" shouted James. This time, Gary was slower and more gentle, but just as passionate and manly. James couldn't believe Gary was fucking him again but it felt fantastic. Gary kissed James and told him how sexy he felt, twisting and biting and sucking his nipples and easing himself in and out of James' ass. Soon James found himself getting hard again as well. Gary noticed too and started gently jerking him off.

"You feel so good," said Gary. "I could fuck you forever."

It was a hot day and they were both sweaty with exertion. James could see the sweat building up on the older man's hairy chest and rubbed it with delight. Gary seemed to enjoy this. James was stunned to feel himself getting ready to cum again, just minutes after the first time. Gary seemed to read his mind and stopped jerking him off.

"I don't want you to cum yet," he said. Gary increased the tempo of his thrusts, and soon withdrew from James' ass and sat on his chest, slowly jerking himself while James opened his mouth wide. "Oh fuck," shouted Gary as he let forth with another stream of hot cum, almost as much as the first. Most of it went into James' mouth but a lot went on to his face. Gary licked it up with as much gusto as the first time then lay back on the bed. "Sit up on my chest," said Gary. James did as he was told and started to jerk off. After a while, he eased his hard cock into Gary's mouth, slowly thrusting it in and out. Gary moaned in appreciation. James withdrew and with a few short strokes, he came hard into Gary's face and beard. Again, they kissed and their cum mixed together.

They lay there for a few minutes, panting. After a while, Gary suggested they have a shower together. In the shower he started to kiss James then slowly knelt down to lick James' ass. James felt his cock growing and saw that Gary was already hard again. As Gary sucked his cock, James leant back against the shower and closed his eyes. He felt like he could do this forever and ever. Going to the game would never be the same again.