Blog Blogger: PUBLIC INVASION stops, and I move to undress him. I open his shirt across his chest. He is fabulousˇXthe broad expanse of his chest is covered in thickly curled black hair, flecked with grey as his hair and beard are. I rub my hands across his chest, twirling my fingers in the hair. I pull off the shirt, and undo the buckle on his slacks. He stands, and I open his pants, sliding the zipper over the bulge with difficulty. The slacks are drawn down his legs. Like I, he wears no underwear, showing me his proud jutting organ. I touch it, almost hesitantly, even though I have felt it many times. His chest hair grows thick across his stomach, and is bushed densely around his balls. As I stroke his manhood, I notice that he is quivering. I know how wants me, as I want him.
