That night, Jeff was thinking about Mr. Pentup. He liked Mr. Pentup a lot. He always seemed in control of himself; he was a dignified, restrained, quiet man, whereas Jeff was exuberant and outgoing. He thought about how Mr. Pentup was looking at him. He remembered him gazing at his chest, his dark arms, the flow of hair on his legs. He knew that Mr. Pentup wanted to touch him, that he admired Jeff's body. He liked Mr. Pentup a lot.
Jeff went into the bathroom and pulled off his shirt. God, the chronovac had really done its magic! The curve of his pecs shimmered in the frizz of his chest. His torso was alive, vivid, dramatic. And profuse! All the bases were covered. A smacking belly, hair streaming from his pecs almost to his pits, his lush nipples encircled by especially wild and crinkly strands, and dense growth all the way to his collar bone. Everything was also strikingly patterned. Hair streamed up towards his neck and encircled his pecs in symmetric ripples. The trail down his belly was thick and firm, fanning out at the bottom in soft, even trickles.
Jeff dropped his shorts. He felt agitated, a bit tense. Jeff was horny and had to do something. He reached in and stroked his dick a bit, as he flexed in the mirror; it felt good and relieved the tension. He brushed his matted torso. He needed to stroke some more, feeling the fullness of his balls and steadily rubbing his cock. He brushed his now stiffening cock against his hairy belly. He scratched his copious bush.
Jeff liked Mr. Pentup. He thought about Mr. Pentup as he continued to stroke his cock. And he looked at his hairy chest. He remembered the way Mr. Pentup looked at him, and he imagined that Mr. Pentup was touching him. Mr. Pentup was feeling him, stroking him, tracing the outlines on his torso, pinching his nipples. He now felt Mr. Pentup's lips as they repeatedly touched his own lips. Jeff liked Mr. Pentup. He liked him a lot.
Jeff's cock was now swollen and rubbery. It jutted out and saluted his hairy belly. His balls had tightened and seemed ready to burst. Mr. Pentup was passionately kissing Jeff as Jeff was curled in his arms. Jeff now felt his nipples being sucked. Mr. Pentup reached down and moved his hands up and down Jeff's legs, savoring the krinkly waves of hair. He reached down Jeff's shorts from behind and steadily caressed him, feeling the softer frizz on Jeff's bubbly ass.
Jeff was rock hard now. He really liked Mr. Pentup. His dick wobbled, his heavy nutsack swayed, as he moved towards the toilet and stroked in faster pace to relieve the tension. Mr. Pentup was such a great guy. And he was now fondling Jeff, relishing his gorged dick. Jeff's dick was like a boomerang as it popped out of Mr. Pentup's mouth after each long suck. He liked to be sucked, he liked the feel of a man. He liked Mr. Pentup, he liked him so much. He liked the feel of his cock, now so bony, so straining...and then he felt his cock shudder and spurt.