The guy with the hairiest back I ever encountered was one I got to know through another. We only had sex for after something like the third or fourth time of meeting up, at his place. Unfortunately, it was not a success, he being dead keen to fuck me good and hard, but by my having to tell him that being fucked was something I'd never particularly liked, which was true - often painfully so - possibly through some 'kink' in my own anatomical design. Although I let him fuck me I could easily tell that with the knowledge he now had his heart was not in it, he clearly needing to play rough yet simultaneously trying not to hurt me.
We still met up a few times after that though we never had sex of any sort again. In our quite friendly chat there was always the unmentioned undercurrent that in one particular important respect we actually weren't very suited to one another. Pity 'cos there's a lot more I'd have liked to have done with him, but it was clear that rough fucking was, for him, the biggest thing of all.
