Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2001 16:15:25
From: Woodrow Harrison <woodrow_h@hotmail.com>
Subject: My First Bear

This is a true story of a sexual encounter between two men.  It is not
intended to be read by anyone under legal age nor by anyone who would
be offended by such material.  Constructive  criticism and comments
appreciated.  Woodrow_h@hotmail.com

                           My First Bear

The day was promising to be really steamy, with the mercury already
over 80 at 7:30 in the morning.  I didn't bother to dress, no one was
here to observe my lack of modesty anyway.  I downed a cup of coffee or
two, watching the early morning stock market news then fired up the
computer and went to Cruisingforsex.com to see what new posts there were
on the message board.  The usual offers to suck and fuck were there, but
nothing really interested me.  I posted a note asking for a senior playmate.
Not long after that I got an E-mail:

>>>I saw your ad and thought I'd send you this note. I'm a masculine
>>>single, bisexual white man, 46 yrs, bearded with a hairy body,
>>>sane, passionate, discrete, and have always been attracted to
>>>older men. I just moved to Lombard last November from St. Louis,
>>>MO. I had a buddy there who is 22 years older than me; and we were
>>>buddies for over 9 years, seeing each other when our schedules
>>>would allow - usually a few times per month. I don't have a buddy
>>>here, and I would like to meet one. I'm not into any kinky stuff
>>>though. I think sex should be passion and kissing, not whips and
>>>chains. I do have to admit, though, I tend to be the "agressor"
>>>once things get going. I have a very flexible schedule for the
>>>next few weeks, and can meet just about anytime, day or evening.
>>>
>>>Although I can't yet be labeled a "senior" (as requested in your
>>>ad), I hope you will consider meeting me.

Of course I answered him immediately. I played a few games of solitaire
and was about to return to the TV when the bell rang signifying new mail.
It was a reply from him!  He too was feeling horny and had the day
free.  Would I be interested in meeting for coffee?

I liked that idea.  He was smart enough to realize there are some real
dogs out there in cyberspace, (not to mention the Gacey/Daumer types)
and it is a good idea to size them up before committing to a
private venue.  We agreed on a place near his home at 10:30.

I hurriedly showered and shaved, spritzed a light mist of Dakar Noir and
put on a pair of tan slacks and a polo shirt.

I'm kind of shy, and had never made a date on the internet before.
Excitement was building in me as I drove, trying hard to keep to the
speed limit.  I pulled into the lot at the coffee shop a good 10
minutes early.
As soon as I was parked and got out of the car, I saw a
fellow walking toward me.  He was bearded, wearing a cowboy hat and boots,
tight Levis and a tee shirt.  The way he looked at me I knew instantly
that this was my date.

We shook hands, exchanged names and entered the restaurant.  Over coffee,
he told me he had just moved here from a neighboring state, that he had
a regular but occasional lover there who was about the same age as me.
He was about 45 and I'm 62.  He explained that he liked older men.

The more we talked the more I liked him, and when he invitied me to come
to his apartment, I accepted.  We paid the bill and I followed him home.
Don opened the door for me and I stepped in.

I turned to him and taking him into my arms, gave him a long tonguing kiss.
It was a first for me to kiss a man with a beard, but it felt no different
from a shaved man, and my hardening cock told me he was a good kisser.

We went into the bedroom and quickly got undressed.  He sure was a bear!
Chest, back, and legs were heavily matted.  He sported a modest 6" hardon
which I quickly bent down to taste.

We snuggled up on the bed and began kissing and fondling each other,
making his air conditioner work overtime to dispel the heat from our bodies.

Breaking off from our kissing, we switched to a 69 position and I gobbled
his cock as his lips closed on my own.  I tongued his cockhead, licked at
his balls, then popped each one into my mouth, liking rthe jump I felt his
body make as I did so.

He proved as skillful as a cocksucker as he was a kisser, and I soon felt
that delicious welling of tightness in my belly that signalled imminent
release.  I pulled off his cock and moved to kiss him, wanting to prolong
the moment.

As we worked our tongues against each others, I got a taste of my own precum
on his lips.  This did nothing to relax the tension and try as I might, I
couldn't hold back.  Hot semen shot from the end of my cock hitting him on
his hairy belly.  He rubbed the sticky wad into a paste, but some of it
dripped onto the bedsheet, creating the proverbial wet spot.

Ignoring that, I went back to work on his cock and soon finished him off.
His cock pulsed as the spunk coursed up the shaft and jetted into my greedily
swallowing mouth.  When I had milked him dry, he pulled me up and kissed me
deeply, savoring the taste of his issue.

We necked for awhile longer, but neither of us was able to rise to the
occasion again.  Finally it was time for me to be getting home.  I dressed
reluctantly and kissing him goodbye, left the apartment, promising to keep
in touch on the computer.