Date: Sun, 28 Sep 2008 14:28:14 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: 'The Bear and the Monkey, Part Two" by Jay Roberts    Gay Adult/youth

Sven came down the steps from the dorm apartments first.  I am sure he saw
me sitting there so he kept his head down.  No one with any sense of sex
could fail to notice the signs on him.  His blond hair was disheveled, his
face was blotchy and red and his pants and shirt were buttoned wrong.  The
supreme clue was that he was walking with bowlegged difficulty.  Yeah, I
remembered Ian's Chinese club.

About a minute later my temporary ward, as they say in England, appeared,
stepping down the stairs with jaunty aplomb, what a guy!

"Hey Jeff," he called form the top of the steps, but when he got next to me
he whispered in his clear mellow sexy voice, "I didn't get off, so I'm
heavy with lust, watch out for me."

"I'll watch out, but stay at least two feet away from me or I'll get an
order of protection."

"Gosh, Jeff, you afraid of little me?"

"No the big you in your pants."

"Ah, that I can understand.  It is hard for me to keep myself on an even
keel with you.  You happen to be the type of man I admire and love to fuck.
Oh those big hairy pear-shaped buttocks, that pink pucker with its
Christmas wreath of hair around it.  Oh, I better stop, I am getting too
hot."

I just ignored his prattle, (but my cock didn't) and I pushed him along to
the parking lot where my Jeep was parked.

"That's a cute Jeep, I love the fact that you keep it all muddy and filled
with beer cans, so, so macho.  I can't wait under my soph year so I can
bring my car up.  It's a Corvette, yellow."

"Naturally.  What else!"

"Are you mocking me 'cause my folks have a shithouse of money?"

"Naw, I am not prejudiced against this rich.  They got as much right as we
poor people have to take up space."

Ian seemed fascinated.  "Are you poor?  I never met a real living breathing
poor guy, at least not to sit and talk to.  Of course some of the sex I
have had were with some pickups that might have been poor.  I didn't ask
them.  The only thing that mattered was that they were 'cock rich', get
it?"

We were sitting on a table that was against the wall.  The tablecloth
blocked anyone's view of under the table and Ian was taking full advance of
the fact.  His cool hand was stroking my hairy knee as we talked.  It was
all I could do to keep my mind on the conversation without gasping and
moaning from his contact.  You know, there are some guys who can put more
sex into a leg stroke than others can in a cock stroke.  Perhaps it was his
face that worked on me as well.  His little pink tongue that eased out of
his puffed lips, at times.  The he scrunched up his cute face when he had
to reach further.  Oh boy, yeah further, close to my crotch.

"You got a nice schlong there big boy," he said with a Mae West throwing
his eyes upward.

"Quit this stuff.  You are spoiling my dinner."

"Oh but the snack that's coming later will make up for it.  You must get
your protein every day, at least once.  I think we both need some."

There was no way I could avoid having sex with him.  It was like trying to
stop a runaway train.  With resignation I said, "Let's go to your over
decorated room.  You got some booze?"

"Mum stocked the frig with soft drinks, but I ordered some real stuff from
town and it ought to be there.  But, you brute, you don't have to get me
drunk.  I'm for it sober."

"Maybe, I need a drink.  Don't forget I am breaking the law.  I could be
put away for a long time."

"Yeah, but think of how popular a big guy like you will be in jail."

There were actually two cartons of the hard stuff at his front door.  We
both brought them in.  One carton contained Hennessy Brandy, the most
expensive of that brand.  The other carton was filled with Moet Champaign,
also the top of the line.  "I think Champaign.  I hope you don't mind that
it isn't chilled and I have to put some ice cubes in it.  That is a
violation of Champaign culture."

"No prob," I said with heavy sarcasm.  "I promise not to divulge our
transgressions of elegant taste.  Now my monkey, lets drink up and then get
undressed and into bed."

"Ooh, you are being so masterful.  You almost act you are going to top me,
when in actuality, I am always the top...the boss...the mover and you the
receiver, the passive boy."

"Not on your bippy buster.  I am the hairy brute.  I fuck the smooth,
tender, frightened China-boy."

As we talked, Ian poured the drink into impossibly large glasses.  We
touched rims and sipped, then gulped.  The stuff was excellent.  It's funny
with Champaign over any other liquor.  It hits you fast and you feel light
and ready for fun.

As we drank, we put the glass down several times as we got undressed.  By
the time the first giant goblet was finished, we were totally undressed.
Now we had the chance to really look over each other.

Ian was like a miniature Greek god, except his prick was so large, even
soft, that no ordinary laurel leaf could cover it.  You'd need a palm leaf.
Actually, as I discovered, his prick was the same size hard or soft, but
that was at least nine inches, but at least not too thick.

Ian was fascinated with my mountain of a body and the hair.  My pubes were
like a forest; you'd have to machete it to find my cock.  My arms and legs
contained long hairs that grew in abundance.  He kept oohing about my pecs
and my six-pack, and then he got real close, his breath bathing my cock as
he lifted my balls.  "Beautiful," he breathed, "Each one like a plum."  He
had never seen a circumcised dick.  "I miss the foreskin, see mine, it's
like an envelop that I can move back and forth when I wank.  Do you wank?"

"Naturally, everyone does."

"You know, when I was first getting into man to man sex, I only would wank
my partner.  They told me that I was better than anyone they had ever had.
Why?  I knew why.  I was very, very slow and gentle.  Rough handling of a
prick should be a national prohibition.  It's crude and useless.  Let me
show you."

He reached down and lifted my cock.  He used one finger to stroke the
smooth head that was already decorated with drops of pre cum.  Then he
gently moved his finger in a circle around the ridge just below the cock
head.  By this time, I was beginning to thrust slightly, trying to get more
feeling from his deliberate fingers.  "Relax my dear animal.  I promise you
will be happy eventually.  Let me do my thing. Close your eyes and just
feel."

Then he picked up my cock and held it in his slim warm fist and began an
almost unperceivable movement of wanking.  By this time, I was quickly
becoming a needy animal.  My cock seemed to be a big as me and was
controlling my consciousness.

"That's the way," he said soothingly.  "You are moving into the next state.
Soon you will be almost blind and deaf, all you senses will be tactile.  I
will control you through being the agent of your pleasure."

Then something interesting developed.  I became aware of it even though I
was deep in pre-orgasm.  What I began to notice is that Ian was so overcome
with his stimulation of me, that he was becoming hooked along with me.
It's like the hypnotist getting hypnotized by his subject.  Pretty soon Ian
was breathing with heavy gasps and an occasional moan.  I decided to take
matters in hand.

I sat up.  He looked at me with a shocked expression.  "Didn't you enjoy
it?  I know I did.  Please let me continue.  I want to see you spurt, I
want to taste it."

I ignored him.  I got off the bed and stood at the edge of the mattress.  I
grabbed his legs and pulled them up around my hips.

"Wait!" he wailed.  "I'm a virgin.  I've never done this.  I'm the
fucker. Don't you understand you hairy idiot.  Leave off!"

I ignored him.  In a moment his perfect legs were tucked on my ample
hipbone.  I pushed against his knees and his ass came into view, like the
early morning sun, glossy and smooth.  Between his swimming-produced
muscular ass cheeks lay the most adorably and sexy ass hole one could
imagine.  It was the same shade as the surrounding flesh, but it puckered
and pulsed with need.  I think that my Hong Kong ‚migr‚ never knew
his real calling as he road roughshod through a swathe of gullible boys, so
far.  But now he'd learn his real calling.  I think, on some level, he knew
that was what he wanted.

I couldn't help delaying the next move.  His cute ass hole had to played
with.  I took one of my ham hock fingers and delicately bushed it over his
ass hole, moving back and forth in a steady rhythm.  The effect it produced
on him with amazing.  He began involuntary fucking motions, trying to get
more feeling from my finger.  His face was screwed up in agonized pleasure.
In short, he had surrendered to me, even though I hadn't yet fucked him.

I felt a deep sense of victory over this aristocratic boy who mocked me all
day and reduced me to sexual want by his beautiful and sauciness.  Now
below me was a kid who just needed to be fucked.  But, if I do this, I am
risking myself.  How many times we are caught in a sexual need and say the
hell with the danger.  This was one.

I slipped my finger that was a large as a penis head just inside his
steaming hole.  His eyes opened in fear and amazement as I rubbed his small
hard prostate.  He lost control of his saliva and soon it dribbled down his
chin.  What had his elegant self gone?

I whispered harshly.  "What you need kiddo is a sound fucking, and I'm the
guy to do it.  I don't care if you aren't ready, or that you object, there
is no turning back, besides both of us haven't cum in a while and we are
brimming, almost spilling over, look at your prick, it dripping on your
pretty belly button."

He kept looking at me with an expression mixed of hurt feelings and urgent
need for sex.  "Do you want me to fuck you?"  I figured I didn't want to be
accused of rape.

"I do, but don't ever tell anyone.  I have a rep"

I didn't answer, I just went ahead.  My cock head went in easily, I was no
dripping, and lodged right inside his hole.  The hole was way stretched
out.  He now was moaning plaintively.  "Is it hurting?"

He shook his head 'no', but he continued to look like he was in pain.  I
decided that it might be that my large head was stretching him too much and
I pushed in to the hilt.  My wiry pubes were right against his tender butt.
He howled as I pushed so quickly.  I now just let it stay there.  I reach
out a hand and began playing with his cute tan nubs.  They erected
immediately and he moaned louder in appreciation I guess.  Then I put my
big finger in his mouth to give him something to do when I made my moves.
The kid sucked it in greedily.

I pulled out slowly and then reentered slowly.  He mewled plaintively.  It
was almost too much.  He seemed tragic, yet he was avidly encouraging me.
This was one complicated boy.  Now he reached around and pushed on my
backside.  I took that as a non-verbal urging for me to begin a real fuck.
I backed up and moved forward, over and over again.  He green eyes were
spinning.  His pink tongue was out of his mouth.  He looked stupid, but
adorable.

Suddenly he came to and yelled at me, "You fucking beast.  You hairy bear,
start growling.  I want to hear you."

Okay, he wanted animal noises; he'll get animal noises.  I growled loud and
shook my head like an angry lion.  This was having an effect on him.  His
big prick lay hard against his smooth belly.  Now it was jumping and
spitting precum.  His front was glazed with the stuff.  I could see that
his balls were rising and taking their places on either side of his shaft,
organizing themselves for the big moment.

My own prick was stiff and hot.  I knew that I was holding on by a thread.
Then he began.  His Oriental Joss stick began shooting. His head waggled
back and forth and he began hoarse bleatings of pleasure.  In a minute, his
whole front was dripping with sperm.  This boy was some cummer.  I couldn't
hold on any longer.  His whole canal was massaging my cock into orgasm and
I stopped fighting in.  With a howl I unloaded.  It was so much that it
kept pouring out of his ass hole.  We were some mess.

I stayed inside him.  He seemed to be coming back to himself.  I realized
he was muttering something.  I leaned closer.  He was saying, "Do it
again!"

"Wow Ian, you must think I am really a beast.  I need a little time to
hibernate like any bear.  Incidentally, do you realize, we went straight to
fucking.  I never got or gave a blow job."

"Okay lover, let's rewind this film and start at the beginning!"

End