Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2011 06:10:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Ari
Subject: A Place for us

This is my first time writing a story and letting the Public read it, most
of the time I hide in my room and read my stories, a selfish thing to do,
today I give this story as a gift to you.  I shall write a new chapter as
soon as I can, but bear in mind that It takes some time, the final Chapter
may come in about 1, perhaps 2 months time.

Please write me, any insights into the writing, help to make it better, and
by extension me.


A Place for us.
Based on a true story.


October had come, and the rains had already lasted a month, rainy and wet,
this was Washington State, not as cold or snowy as Canada, but rainy and
wet nonetheless.  Maurice hated it, the cloudy skies, the chill winds of
morning, but he had no choice, he had to work.

Maurice was a young man, in his mid twenties, black haired, brown eyes,
about 5'6 and latino, he had earlier in life become atracted to bears, that
is gay bears, and he now sported a thick beard, moustache and sideburns. He
even had some chest hair to boot, the blanket under which he slept revealed
as much.

He quickly stood up, half naked, and freezing, to turn on the heater and
rub his eyes and mind out of sleep.  "great" Maurice said, as he gazed over
at the alarm clock, which had done it again, he had overslept.  He was not
your average "late in life twink", as he liked to call himself, he was
chubby,with a large tummy, thick tighs and skinny calves, he himself
laughed at his physique so much resembling a bull with a large body and
skinny legs.

His aunt, with whom he worked in the family operated landscaping business
was already up and appying generous helpings of makeup to her face, through
a crack in the the door, Maurice could see her, and as soon as she saw
Maurice cross into the bathroom, she quickly began her daily dose of
reproaches and insults, Maurice did his best to ignore her.

"Goddammit, its finally time you got up, may I remind you, Im not your
fucking alarm clock, Im so sick of you, when are you gonna move out, youre
worthless if your uncle lived with us you wouldnt be such a worthless
miserable sluggard"

"Good morning aunt"

"shut up" she retorted.

After a quick visit to the bathroom, Maurice returned to his room, he sat
down, and tried not to let the gray skies or insults from his Aunt and
family (who sometimes joined his aunt and mother to scorn him) get him
down.  He sat down, and staring at his feet he started to look and fumble
around for his shoes and socks.  He also smiled when he remembered his
"date" with Christopher Green... the highlight of his day.

Maurice didnt dress spectacularly good, he was very modest and anyway had
little money to indulge in fashions.  His hair, a mix of curly and wavy
always pissed him off, black as the stallion and hard to tame, he brushed
it hard to keep it in place.  His mother, who also lived in the same House
came by to knock on his door, also spewing her own slime and venom

"were leaving for work in 20 minutes, hurry your fat ass or were leaving
you behind dumbass, your brothers already left for work, we are gonna be
late retard"

"I said Im coming mother" he quickly answered, he thought of saying "fuck",

but reconsidered and decided not to spew any insults, he wanted to work in
peace, it was the least he felt he deserved.

------------------------------------------------------- Maurice was not
classically handsome, heck, he was not handsome at all, but if he smiled
his face was pleasant, and his warm and generally unassuming attitude
disarmed those few people he ever talked to, which was generally gay men...
His skin was a mix of bronze, a sign of his indian ancestry, and white, as
befitting his european portuguese and spaniard origins, his family came
from Tabasco, in the Mexican deep south.  For those who dont understand
what that means, he simply came from Southern Mexico...

Yet he was not uneducated as most undocumented workers are, Maurice was
well versed in english, spanish, and spoke italian well and even a wee bit
of french, had finished high school and loved cinema so much he even wrote
short movie scripts for his own pleasure.  Yes.. you read correctly,
Maurice's aunt and mother were the least of his problems.  Out of all the
possible bouts of bad luck. Maurice had gotten several bucket fulls.

1- He is a latino in a mostly white Country, the United States, an arab
looking latin in a post 911 United States.  2- he is an illegal alien, or
whatever insult was being used nowdays...  3- ....and he is a closet gay,
which means he partakes in certain pleasures, both exotic and blasphemous
to his people. Ultra Protestant Mexicans, if he needs to go out on "dates"
like the one he had planned for later in the day, any excuse or lie will
do.

Maurice hurried off after his aunt, his male cousins and his mother, they
all boarded a large truck and hurried off into the city, work would be
hard, after all, who likes cutting and cleaning their yard.  they did this
for apartment complexes, houses, even a small building, and they worked
fast. He was a perfectionist, but if he could, Maurice would make efficient
shortcuts, lessening the workload, even helping the others when he could,
He didnt have strong muscles, but he had them, he had worked long years in
this job, and though he tried to pay for school, to attend college, he
wasnt that clever or "legal", and though he saw other young men and women
attend school he wasnt jealous or resentful, but happy that at least
someone was having a good education, someone would fulfill their dreams,
even if it wasnt him.

"Alright, were done for the day, lets pick up our crap and get out of here"
Maurice's Aunt Rosangela declared,

he and his cousins began to pick up the equipment, they were tired and
hungry, Maurice's feet hurt, a small wound in his hand was bleeding.
Maurice finally finished work, his Aunt and mother sufficiently exhausted
would have no energy left for insults this late in the day.  they all got
in their truck after the last job, and headed home, where one of the women
cooked, his cousins watched tv, while Maurice quietly went to his room to
get ready for his "trip to the park" which was code for his "date" Maurice
put on clean clothes, nothing unassuming, he grabbed his backpack and
quickly passed by the kitchen.

"Mother, Im going for a walk to the park and then downtown, I'll be home a
little later"

"Whatever",his mother replied,

she didnt care what he did outside of work, she didnt care for anything he
did really, she was not a kind mother, and Maurice's aunt made sure they
never fully made peace with each other. they both thought of him as useless
and a failure, they also disliked him for refusing to go to their
protestant church where regularly insults were issued against gays and the
libertine modern society.  Maurice had had it with their pastor.  When he
needed to talk to God, he went to a catholic church, and sat all the way in
the back, remembering when as a child, the entire family attended mass and
were not as prejudiced as they now were, he dared not approach the front of
the Church, Maurice felt an outcast, ashamed and abandoned, but today he
was not going to church, he was taking his mind off his crappy life,
forgetting about it for a couple hours in the arms of Christopher.

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Maurice hiked a short trail and came down to a road, over the next couple
of streets, he boarded a bus which took him across town, he was horny as
hell and couldnt wait to meet his "friend".  Maurice used the internet
mostly for cinema, but he had learned to use craigslist... and another site
which starts by the name of manh...  "Ha, no messages, typical... oh well,
lets log out of here and check my email, lets see if the ad I posted caught
some live ones"

meanwhile, Maurice didnt notice that someone had already peeked at his
profile 4 times and had even tried to instant message him, just as
sweetbear im'd fluffywaffle99, Maurice had logged out of the manhunt site.
meanwhile at the other side of town, the man nicknamed "sweetbear" groaned
in frustration, fluffywaffle99 had logged out, he resolved to catch him if
he logged on at a later date.

"Oh yeah, I think I just landed a lay"

Maurice smiled as his email opened to the sight of 1 inbox in his email.
It was Christopher Green, and he was confirming their "date" at 4pm
 his ad had received a few hits... he sent emails to all of those who had
responded, but not all liked bears, especially chubby bears like Maurice,
many gay men, not unlike straight men preferred slender bodies, young
shaved faces and white or asian, depending on the fantasy, but Christopher
Green, a tall red haired man in his late thirties had been interested in
him for a long time, and today they would finally meet each other. their
emails reeked of desire, Christopher wanted to fuck Maurice, and Maurice
felt obliged, and exhilarated.  While Maurice checked his email, his
cellphone rang, it was Christopher.

"Hi is this Maurice"

"Yes, Hi Christopher, were still meeting at 4pm right?"

"Yes Baby, Im on my way down from my town to where were meeting, I'll be
there in 45 minutes, cant wait to have you in my arms, kissing you, loving
you, feeling you rubbing up against me"

"Cant wait to see you too, and kiss you, youre such a freaking hot bear!"

Maurice hung up, he felt naughty, and in a way felt this was an excellent
way to get back at his family, by doing exactly what they abhorred, sinning
felt great, for the moment...  Christopher used his brothers house while he
was out of town to hook up, the guest room was small and with only a tiny
bed, Christopher checked his cellphone for messages, there were none,
Maurice had said he was coming, and Christopher, who had an open
relationship with another man was nervous, he only had so much time before
he needed to return home.  and his husband Jeffrey was extremely
controlling, despite their "openness" Maurice knocked on the door, he had
mixed feelings about this, he was always hoping for love, but when love had
knocked at his door years earlier, it had left him in a deep depression
which had lasted for years.  Maurice figured that a purely sexual
relationship would be fun and would calm him instincts, Maurice was a nice
kid, after all, with a good heart, but imagine the burning desire of a
twenty something guy, with no prospects of a good happy life except these
encounters, when Christopher had said yes, Maurice jumped at the chance to
have a "date" with him.

"Hi Baby, come on in, there is a place for us in the back, everything is
ready",

Christopher helped Maurice take his jacket off and backpack,

"thanks stud, so, Im all yours"

"cool", Christopher took Maurice by the hand, and guided him to the end of
the hallway.

The lights in the small room were dimmed and it was dark, Christopher went
in first, then Maurice, Christopher closed the door and quickly wrapped his
arms around Maurice, Christopher was a tall six foot man, with a small
beard, and hairy, Maurice smelled his manly musk and felt sexy and wanted,
desired, Maurice responded to Christopher's kiss with matched passion,
Christopher however was stronger and forced his tongue into Maurice's
mouth, Maurice liked Christopher taking control, they quickly broke the
kiss to take their clothes off.  They continued to kiss and hold each other
while Maurice tried his best to match the furious passion of Christopher.

"Damn youre hot Moe" as Christopher called Maurice

"So are you daddy, I want you so fucking bad"

Maurice had learned from watching many many hours of porn the things that
men did without clothes off..  He licked Christopher's chest, nibbled on
his nipples and up to his ears, kissed him with unrestrained passion,
Maurice was much shorter than Christopher and he felt the full burden of
the taller and heavier man on him, they fell on the bed, touching and
caressing each other. Christopher urged Maurice to get on top of him, where
they continued kissing and rubbing against each other.

"You like this baby, you want daddy inside you" yeah? yeah? you do?

"Oh yes Chris, kiss me again"

This time, Christopher climbed on top of Maurice and wrapped himself around
him, holding Maurice's head in his hands, no one (and Maurice had kissed at
least three other guys before) had given him such a hot session of
foreplay.  not even the first man Maurice had lost his virginity to, who
had been a dreadful lay... they rubbed against each other, Maurice didnt
ignore Christopher's cock and indulged him by sucking his manhood over and
over.  Christopher lay spread eagle while Maurice sucked his throbbing red
cock, and he sucked well...  Maurice alternated between kissing Christopher
and sucking his cock, then the moment he had been waiting for arrived,
Christopher got up on his knees on the bed and kissed Maurice passionately,
he asked him again-

"Do you want daddy inside you baby?"

"Oh yeah" muttered Maurice, barely summoning enough breath to speak, they
continued to kiss for 5 more minutes, meanwhile Maurice got on his back and
raised his legs in the air

"Here Moe, change into this position" said Christopher, while Maurice moved
himself so that only one leg was raised in the air while the other layed on
the side, Christopher lubed his cock well, and entered Maurice's ass
slowly, so much so that Maurice didnt feel anything...  he giggled and
politely asked Christopher...

"Is it in already"

Christopher didnt answer, but started thrusting Maurice, who had properly
prepared his ass for the occasion, squeaky clean, he had also stretched his
ass with a black toy, he barely felt Christopher's cock, which wasnt that
spectacularly large, but average

"Im cumming, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Christopher came, not 2 minutes after entering Maurice, Christopher
apologized

"Im so sorry, I was really really hot for you, I usually last much longer"

"Its ok, I understand, dont worry about it, you were great" he was
obviously lying, but didnt want to hurt the big man's feelings.

They continued their frolicking for another hour, while Christopher played
with Maurice's ass and sucked his cock, though only for a little while as
Maurice wasnt endowed but smaller than average, Maurice did all his best to
accomodate and please Christopher.  Both men left the house at the same
time, with Christopher speeding away, not before saying goodbye to Maurice,
who felt instantly attached to Christopher, his red hair and beard, his
strong body and arms, he liked him, Maurice was a short mexican bear, who
liked caucasians above all the rest, it wasnt racism, he just felt more
atraction for that sort of thing.
                                       ---------------------------------------------------------------

As Maurice waited for the bus to take him downtown and then home, he felt
an immense sadness, and longed for someone like Christopher, not
Christopher himself, who was already taken, but that someone in the world
would consider dating him, loving him, he wanted to feel desired, required,
requested.  He had lived long years with the assumption that he was too
ugly to date or fuck with. Christopher changed that, he felt a spark of
self esteem, but then something he didnt expect happened, and his self
esteem dipped below zero.  Suddenly the musk and smell of man of
Christopher became a torture, he felt used and felt he had made a mistake.
This was the third time in his life he had sex with a man, for whatever
reason he felt a sadness that encompassed his entire chest and heart, which
he couldnt contain. Tears flowed down his eyes and he couldnt control his
emotions, though for the sake of not embarrasing himself in the bus, he
dried them, but inside he was broken.

"What a horrible mistake, I dont even love him, how could I? he belongs to
someone else"

"I wish I had a man for me, only me, and that I belonged to him"

Maurice thought of the many couples he had seen at the local fair, men and
women, even some men together,

"Why God, why am I destined to be so unfortunate, a stranger in a country
that doesnt want me, alone, and loveless, without future, if I wasnt meant
to love, what is my destiny?"

Maurice held himself, confused, and anoyyed by himself and his weaknesses.
He promised himself and God he wouldnt sleep with Christopher anymore, that
it had been the last time, he knew at the time he was making the right
choice, little did Maurice know that his life was about to change, and that
his adventures in bed would go on, which Christopher, and Adam, and
Federico. after all, this promise was much like the ones we do in New
Year's eve. promises usually broken...  One thing that must be said about
Maurice is that as he headed home, he walked by a park, and across it, he
saw the Catholic Church where he regularly visited, for years Maurice had
struggled with the idea of becoming a friar, abandoning the world and
leaving everything behind to start anew, he felt comforted by religion,
renewed, the one place where he could cry and not feel ashamed. He wanted a
lover, a career, to be James Cameron 2, but perhaps this peace was all he
could ever have.  Later that night, as Maurice sat in the quiet of his
bedroom, he was finally calm and against his better judgement
 decided to look at his email, and later to check his favorite gay social
site. his promise had been broken, Maurice wasnt evil.
 but his hormones might be labeled as such.

"Alright Maurice, keep it together, lets see what the net reeled in"

He opened the "men online" feature of the site in question, seeing at least
14 different men, he scoped out their stats, his message inbox was marked
at "no messages", he wasnt bothered by this, as no one ever messaged him,
though he regularly messaged other guys to try and hook up,

"Typical, nothing..."

He finally opened a feature of his account named "whos viewed me", Maurice
noticed that at least 12 people on the site had seen his profile, but not a
single response, he saw that one profile in particular, called "sweetbear"
had logged 8 views of his profile, but he didnt pay much attention to it,
even though sweetbear seemed to be online, Maurice didnt judge him to be
particularly hot, didnt give him a second glance, logged off, closed his
laptop and fell fast asleep.  unbeknownst to Maurice, it would be months
before he sweetbear messaged again.  Before Maurice fell asleep, one last
thought invaded his mind

"who the fuck is sweetbear"

meanwhile on the other side of the screen, sweetbear wondered if
fluffywaffle99 would ever message him, and thus is would be this way for
another 6 months.  Maurice's sex drive didnt help his idea of abandoning
everything for a monastery, but the problems at home and his frustration
would soon push him to make the final choice, or as those who know the
twisted roads of life, destiny would make the choice for him, and
sweetbear, Christopher and others would unwittingly shape the course of his
journey, which was now, just beginning.  Sweetbear by the way, is an older
gentleman, casually interested in the man behind fluffywaffle99, otherwise
known as Maurice, but many months and adventures must happen before
sweetbear meets Maurice, and sweps him off his feet, captivating the
younger man, but that dear reader, is another story.