welcome to the neighborhood
The air was cooling down from the high 80s of this afternoon as I drove home
from work. I sat behind the wheel of my comfy Chrysler, listening to
the voices of All Things Considered, wondering about the violence of this
world, and the love and service that we, as humans, must give to the world.
I idly stroked my red beard, savoring the soft wiry curls, and was
happy that I had started using that beard shampoo I read about on the BML.
I’d be home soon, though, alone and lonely.
The apartment was dark and cool as I turned the key in the deadbolt, letting
myself in. I set down my belongings on the glass coffee table, then
turned back outside to fetch the mail. Nothing. Again.
Checking the computer for email revealed a number of messages, mostly ads
for Viagra, MLMs, and titty porn, but there were a few messages from friends
and a couple of hopefully to be pelvic affiliates. For the past couple
of months leading up to my separation from Rick, we had had no sex. The
palm was becoming a little overfriendly, starting to makes demands – “Why
don’t you ever introduce me to your friends?” and “You never take me anywhere!”
Pushy bottom.
I stripped off my work clothes and got myself a glass of water. Checked
the stats on my site, BearFinder. Cool. A few new members, a
couple of ads, and some exchanges of mail between members. Pleased
with the progress that my new venture is making, I cruised on over to a couple
sites I frequent, hoping to see someone new to catch the eye. Same
old-same old.
Nervous, I put back on my shorts, grabbed my smokes and headed out onto my
bedroom’s balcony to light up. I was looking at where to mount the
security-cam when that white Toyota Land Cruiser pulled in to the parking
lot. Out of the driver’s door stepped a short, stocky Latino looking
fellow I’d never seen before. I had been wondering who owned that car,
and now I knew.
“Hey, how’s it goin’?” I asked, putting on my devil’s smile. “Hi,” he replied,
loading up his muscled shoulders with a laptop case, and a gym bag. “I’m
George.”
“Paul,” came my answer.
“Can I bum one of those smokes?” George asked me. I told him I’d come
on down. Man, he’s pretty hot I thought to myself,
as I descended the stairs. He was standing near his vehicle when I
offered him the Camel Light. Lighting it for him, I got a look at his
chest, with its black hair peeking above the scoop neck of the grey tank
top he wore. Yum, yum.
We chit-chatted about this and that. He told me about the parking lot,
and how I shouldn’t park there every night. Apparently his car had
been vandalized, causing some not inconsiderable amount of damage. They
didn’t take anything, though. We talked about my ex-partnerhood, and
how he had just come from the gym.
A lull in the conversation got us walking in the direction of the apartments.
He noticed my bear welcome mat, and asked me “Are you a member of the
Bears?”
“Yes, I am,” came my reply, and my groin twitched just a touch. As
we continued to talk, his eyes made a quick jab at my crotch and back up
to my face. I smiled. He smiled.
“Well, I’m in apartment 4. Come on by anytime,” he said, and with that,
he walked off to his home. I certainly will.
About an hour later, I heard a knock on the door. Looking through the
peephole, I saw George standing there, still dressed in the grey shirt and
shiny blue nylon running shorts he had been wearing before. ”Is your
cable out?” he asked me. George is about 5’9″ with lovely bronze skin,
black hair, dark eyes. He has beautiful shoulders and tasty looking
chest, with the aformentioned black chest hair. His body has a thin
layer of fat under his soft-looking skin, but you could see strong muscles
underneath. &n
bsp;I could see his nipples slightly against the grey cotton,
betraying his interest.
“Well, my cable modem is working, and I don’t have a TV, so I don’t know what’s up.” That was me.
“I’ve never seen the inside of this unit,” he said, so I welcomed him in
for the dollar tour. The downstairs floors of this seven-unit building
are pretty much all the same, with just the placement of the fireplaces differing
slightly. I have the only three-bedroom unit, and as we walked upstairs,
my mind was trying to race away. I kept a firm grip on the reins. You
don’t want to scare him off.
The upstairs of my unit is considerably larger than the other six. I
showed him to the balcony, inviting him to share another ciggie with me.
Again, we started talking about work, and the bears, how he came to
find them; we talked about how he had to miss Lazy Bear Weekend – he was
down in Panama visitng his parents. Suddenly, he reached over and tweaked
my left nipple. I stroked his right arm.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I told him.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re making my dick hard,” I joked, serious. His hand reached
out and grabbed my cock through the fabric of my shorts. It always
takes over at times like this.
I led him back into the bedroom, and his mouth was drawn to my nipples almost
immediately. Of course, the difference in our heights may have contributed
to that; he didn’t even have to bend his neck to reach them.
I bent down and kissed him, softly, gently, growing more insistent with lips
and tongue. He opened his mouth to take my tongue inside, and when
the tips of our tongues touched, an electric spark jumped between them. I
pulled back to look him in the eye, and then dove back at his mouth with
a ferocious energy that surprised me. I could hear in the low bass
rumbles coming from my throat as I lost the ability to speak, and I grabbed
the tank top from his shoulders and tossed it on the floor. We both
stood back, removing our shorts. My dick, freed from confinement, leapt
about like a wild ape. George’s uncut prick was sticking out happily.
My face made a beeline to his chest, and I rubbed my beard across and back,
grazing his tits with my teeth and tongue. ”Oh, Papi,” escaped his
lips. His hands stroked my balls and worked their way up my stiff shaft,
circling like hungry birds. He worked my nuts in their loose furry
sack, making precum start to leak from my now fully erect penis. When
the precum starts to leak, an ass will soon be taken. Well, usually,
anyway.
He pushed me back, so I was sitting on the edge of the bed. No words
were exchanged between us, as we devoured each other mouths. Just the
sounds of our lower brains urged us on. Grunts and gasps, the occasional
sharp intake of air as one or the other of us found an especially sensitive
spot. I pull him down on top of me, and scooting us back farther on
the bed, his hungry mouth found my drooling rod, and he took it in his mouth,
feeding. ”Papi.”
After a time, we rearranged ourselves to a more comfortable position on the
bed. I rolled him onto his back. He wrapped his strong legs around
my hips. My cock made like an arrow to his bullseye. Our tongues
fought a life and death duel. I raked his soft black hair through my
big hands, savoring its silken strands. His pelvis bucked against my
dick, and I knew that he was wanting me inside him. I wanted to be
inside him, too, but I needed to make him ask me for it.
Holding his arms above his head, I went to work on his chest. First
rubbing my red beard all over, tickling and teasing. Then, using lips
and tongue, barely touching the tips of his nips. I took a mouthful
of his pec into my mouth, and with teeth bared, encircled his tit, drawing
closer to his puckered brown nipple. I b
it down with some intensity,
eliciting the cry I was looking for. Again and again I went from tit
to tit, sometimes licking, sometimes nibbling, somtimes chewing, and somtimes
biting. His cries grew louder and more insistent, and my lust was rising
I could feel his sphincter opening up, trying to draw my dripping cock
inside, but not just yet.
I worked my way down his chest, across the velvety expanse of his stomach,
gave a teasing suck to his pretty uncut penis. He was hard, but it
was another target I had in mind.
I propped his legs up to his chest with my forearms, and with maniacal glee,
dove in to his spotlessly clean asshole. What a thoughtful
man I hate it when I build them up this point and dive in,
only to be deflected by the odor of uncleanness, ya know? Evasive maneuvers!
Tongueing around, I bit his perineum “Papi!” he cried out. I drove
my tongue into his ready apeture. ”Oy, Papi!” Over and over and
over and over I fucked his tasty snack with my tongue, I rubbed my entire
face up and down his crack, I drove my chin against his hole, and every time
I did, he cried out “Papi! Papi! Papi!”
Eternity came and went. His breathing was getting more and more labored.
His voice was getting more ragged as he left this place and went into
orbit. Sweat was dripping off our bodies, and I climbed back up his
torso, finding his mouth again. Somewhere during all that butt-munching,
I had another idea. We kissed gently, and I turned him around so his
face was between my now-kneeling legs. My balls were suspended by their
fleshy sack above his mouth and his tongue reached out to taste them. Soon,
he was taking my thick tool into his throat, my hips pumping seemingly on
their own. We reached for each others’ nipples, and soon he was shooting
a blazing white hot load of cum across his belly and chest. I could
feel the groans in my nuts from his orgasmic throes. My own voice was
raised, praising the universal man for making men so beautiful, so powerful,
so right.
The room went black, and an earth-cleaving roar came screaming from my bearded
mouth. Volcanic flights of sperm flew from my granite pole, striking
my face, his face, our chests, his belly and cock, his thighs. Then
the laughter, bubbling up from my solar plexus, joyous relief and pleasure.
I collapsed on the bed beside him, still laughing and relaxed.
After some short time to catch our breath, I was doodling on his tummy like
a fingerpainting child. I moved up beside his and we kissed again,
sweetly.
I got up, fetched him a towel, and he wiped up our shared passion. He
dressed, and we told each other that we should do this again. I think
we will.
