I am a sexual adventurer -- 46, brown eye’s, marine short hair, Spanish chiseled jawline beard, dark mustache shot through with white hairs. Having done most things, from long term relationships to sucking off nine guys in a row in a dark and cum musty adult bookstore, my life has seen the wide breadth of gay activity.
So I was on the web recently when I got messaged by this fellow, a needy bear, younger than I normally bottom for -- and I'm in a mood to bottom. His pic wasn’t all that, but as he chatted me up, I went with my gut feeling and responded. As it turned out my gaydar had been operating at 135 percent that day... I agreed to meet him right away during lunch at a Starbucks on the far side of Nashville, toward Murfreesboro. Even schlepping across town and stopping for gas, I got there first and had time to go inside, order Chai tea from the distracted lanky young poof male behind the counter, and get back out to sit in the sunshine.
I was enjoying the cool breeze cutting through the early August heat when I saw John drive in. He had a white Chrysler to my white PT Cruiser. He was about 5'8' and 185 solid pounds of muscle bear wrapped tight enough in a blue nylon baseball type shirt to show off his 36 inch waste and nipples that stood out and made my mouth water. He also had a NY Yankee baseball cap on and the lightest beard, a day or two past stubble. He greeted me with a look that said let's fuck now, his green-flicked hazel eyes gazing steamy into mine. We shook hands, introduced ourselves, hugged. No sooner had he got his own coffee and a cake, than we were sitting knee to knee and intimately conversing. He offered me a bite of cake icing on his fork; I lapped it off. Then I turned both our ball caps backwards and kissed him right there in front of a Starbucks in Nashville Tennessee as if I were on Castro Street in San Francisco.
Hot and chemistry don’t start to describe the imminent sex fusion that began ticking like a nuclear bomb on fast forward. He kissed me that once and I knew we had magic. So I kissed him again slightly longer for luck. He finished the cake icing which was a butter cream and in the process told me that although he lived close by, his roommate was sleeping, and he had loud barking dogs. “No problem,” I said eyeing the field behind Starbucks. The vacant parcel looked like a bank was planning to build yet another shopping area. The road ran back to a dead end and I could see a car parked in front of what looked like a break into some woods. "Let's go check out that path in the woods," I said boldly. We got up, paying no mind whatsoever to whoever might be inside watching, and we sauntered boldly towards the woods and a steamy hot sex destiny. I reached out and cupped a grip of his sweet ass. It felt nice and round in my hand; his blue jeans, coarse and rough against my palm. We passed a college kid sleeping in the driver's seat of his car. We left the pavement toward a clearing not far ahead where we could see a dilapidated farmhouse. "Perfect for a bear sex video," I commented. He agreed. I could hear the birds singing in the hot summer woods.
As we slipped inside the house we were already stripping off our cotton/nylon shirts and taking off our hats and glasses. The room was rustically dusty and the sweat glistened on our burly chests. We came together like WWF wrestler-wannabes kissing. It was damn hot (and I was dang sexy as shit, I thought). He sprang back from me and the sunlight racked like love wanting to cum across his fur and taut teasing nipples. My tongue went for them when we came back together. I love sucking guys' nipples. I always imagine I am sucking for Nestles Quick or Strawberry Quick when I nurse on them. His hair was slightly auburn so I knew I had a redhead's hot zones to look for, up and down his collarbone and his thick neck and sexy ears! My experienced mouth covered every inch like the well-used man whore that I am. Listening to see if we had been followed, we both sensed that nervous excitement of sex in the bushes and other out-of-the-way places. This day, however, the field and house were ours without interruption. He decided we should progress further upstairs. I gathered our shirts, hats and glasses and followed him. Here, too, sunlight broke through walls. There was evidence that we weren’t the first to use the space for party activity.
He turned to me then, heating up the storyline with strong masculine sweat, and said, "we are going to get common aren’t we?" I nodded and he added, "Yeah, fuck yeah you are.” Right then I unbuckled and unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, hot, short bear warrior cock. My hands ran over his muscles and fuzz. My mouth took in his manhood. His cock was thick and it pulsed, ramming into my tonsils, which were in a furor of sex want. I came back up for another steamy kiss. He was a damn good kisser! All winter, I had been in a drought, but his kiss was the hot beginning to wet summer adventures, to be sure. Our beards brushed steamy together.
I unzipped my pants and stripped naked to my tennis shoes like the hole I can be. His hands felt my ass. Since the mattress in the room looked lice-crawly we just continued to stand and make out and yank each other's cranks. He decided to return my earlier favor and went down on my cock. His mouth was sweet and warm, and I was soon close. Can I come, Sir? (I love the master/daddy approach to asking my partners if I have permission to cum.) "Fuck yeah," he said, "cum, boy!" Even though he was younger than I, he filled the boots of a Top masterfully. His masculine hands with their thick fingers had my cock spurting hot white loads of lava.
“Lick it off," he said, "clean it up."
I dutifully responded and soon had my mess cleaned up. He was close behind me. I worked my finger up his ass and licked his nuts as the sweat trickled in rivulets down both our sex-crazed bear frames. When I stuck my forearm between his legs, under his balls and cock, and pressed my fist against his butt cheeks, he shot and shot bear fat cumloads of white frothing cream onto my arm. I licked that arm entirely clean as well. Then we kissed again, his cum still on my tongue. We dressed swiftly, intermixed with afterglow kisses, and then reemerged outdoors into the sunshine. At the edge of the woods he adjusted his hat and said loudly to the birds, "well, that was a hot walk. No one having sex back there." The sleeping boy in his white car was gone and we traced our steps back towards the Starbucks. I reached out and pulled him behind my car, pressing him against the deck lid for one last manly kiss. We said goodbye, promising to call or chat online. But I haven’t heard from him since. Que sera. Still, that day I felt good all the way to the edge of my shoes. I waved behind me as I headed back towards Nashville and went on to mow a yard.
Vincent P. Jones writes and cavorts with like-furried bears in Nashville TN.