Jeff had a mixture of pride and anxiety as he looked in the mirror and prepared for his first "out" day with a hairy chest. He was sure that friends would notice the change if he flaunted it, yet he really did want to show it off too. Caution ruled, and he buttoned his shirt tightly as he got into the car. But he cruised with a new verve. He felt brashly masculine as he pulled a hand from the wheel and rubbed the mass on his belly.
As Jeff left the car in the school parking lot, he took a few strapping strides. Then brazenly, he flicked opened the top button of his shirt, and then a second button. A sprig popped out, and all down the V-line of his open shirt there was exposed a thick flow of hair rippling across his chest. As the V narrowed, there was just a little opening between his pecs, where a curly tangle jutted out above the closed button.
At the school door, Jeff met his friend Penny. "How's it going?" Penny took a moment to answer, as she immediately noted the new macho Jeff. She couldn't raise her eyes above Jeff's torso, as she savored the strands on his chest. "Oh," she said. "Oh, Oh..." "Okay...hi...Jeff." She looked at his face, trying to keep her gaze from his chest. She felt a bit queasy as she fantasized what he must look like shirtless. It was obvious that he had a full hairy chest, not just a few wimpy strands or patches, but a vigorous stream all across his chest. She knew too that his belly would be patterned with frizz. She felt light headed, as she imagined what it would be like to feel his fur. She felt a buzz; she was in awe. Her tits tingled as she imagined brushing against Jeff's chest. She timidly walked in with Jeff. Penny again gazed at the stream between his button line, and Jeff lightly stroked a pec through his shirt to let her know that there was a much more riveting sight; this was just a teasing tip of the treasure. He scratched his belly nonchalantly.
All day there were quick glances at Jeff, and not just a few stares. Ms. Manners, his English teacher, kept looking at Jeff's side of the class. And then she often seemed to lose her train of thought. Hairy-chested guys were certainly not the norm at Jeff's age, so it was a bit disconcerting to see this display. She remained professional, but later she relished in her recollection the teasing display of what was clearly a robustly hairy chest.
Come gym time, Jeff was a bit nervous about undressing with his new manly body. He turned towards the wall as he pulled off his shirt. His torso was vividly patterned, with hair swirling around his pecs, reaching all the way to his arm pits. A thick, dark dagger jutted from his pecs down his belly, with slightly lighter hair streaming around the dagger in an oval pattern. It was a classic hairy chest and belly.
As he pulled off his briefs, Jeff was startled at the thickness of his bush. A thicket was exploding above his jewels, long and bristly, sprouting even down towards his balls. Jeff slowly stepped into his jockstrap and scooped up his dick and the blazing bush. Against the crisp white of his jock, Jeff liked the way his furry belly curled over the waist band in the center. And he liked the slight bristle that stuck out of his pouch. The leg straps too looked vivid against the new density on his hairy legs. Although he was still turned towards the wall, Jeff could feel the stares of team mates looking at the jock curving across a now frizzy ass.
"Okay," Jeff thought, feeling new virility, "let them see the new Jeff." He turned around in just his jock. There it was, all to see, except for his jocked bush and bulge. Eyes popped! Worshipfully, eyes traced all the macho patterns: the carpet accenting his chest, the lush tufts in his armpits, the dashing dagger on his belly, the dense sprouting on his legs. Jeff pulled on his shorts and shirt, covering his manliness. But everyone now knew that Jeff was a stud.