Date: Thu, 04 Apr 2013 20:30:04 -0400
From: Max Roberts <maxroberts@usa.com>
Subject: Max's Older Bears - Part 2 - Counselor's House

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's living
or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. This
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Max Roberts

A couple days passed, and my mind was still on Mr. Wilson. I'd always been
attracted to big older men and now that I'd had my hands and mouth on one I
wanted more, but I wasn't sure what to do.  Eventually, I got up my
courage, went to the guidance office, and asked to see Mr. Wilson. The
secretary asked me what it was about so I told her I needed to talk about
college applications. Really, I just needed an excuse to see the sexy bear
guidance counselor. The secretary called Mr. Wilson and then told me to go
right in.

I walked into Mr. Wilson's office and when I saw him sitting there, I
immediately got hard. He noticed, gave a slight nod to my crotch and said,
"Max, why don't you close the door and have a seat." As soon as I closed
the door, Mr. Wilson asked, in a quiet voice, "You haven't told anyone
about the other day, have you?"  I told him I'd kept our secret, but
couldn't stop thinking about him and asked if we could fool around some
more.  Mr. Wilson got a concerned look on his face. "Well, Max, I hope you
understand, but I can't risk doing that anymore here. It was reckless and I
could get in trouble."

"I understand that," I said, "but what if it wasn't here? I really liked it
and I promise not to tell anyone." He didn't say anything at first so I
just sat there looking at him with my young cock straining the confines of
my jeans.  After a minute of silence Mr. Wilson said, "I have an idea. I
need some help with some yard work and it wouldn't look strange to have a
young guy helping me out. You could come by this weekend and help me with
my yard work. That would give us a reason to get together away from
school."

"That would be great," I said. "I'm happy to help you out with your yard
work and more." Then Mr.  Wilson suggested we talk about college
applications for a bit to get me thinking about something else so I
wouldn't have a huge tent in my jeans when I went back out past the
secretary.

The next couple of days of waiting were torture. All I could think about
was going to Mr. Wilson's house, getting him naked and feeling his big
hairy body and sucking his thick cock. I thought about the kiss he gave me
and how sexy his mouth looked with that gray mustache. I thought about how
he smelled which is how it all got started in the first place. I was
perpetually hard.

Finally Saturday came and I rode my bike over to Mr. Wilson's house. He was
already outside working in the yard. Though I was disappointed that we
weren't starting off with other things, the view looked pretty good. He was
bent over pulling some weeds. That big butt I'd had my tongue in a few days
before was stretching his shorts to the limit and I good see the straps
from a jock underneath. The tank top he wore showed off his hairy arms and
you could see some of that graying hair on his chest and back. He had work
boots and white socks on, too. I'd never pictured Mr. Wilson this way, but
it was turning me on.

I said, "Hi, Mr. Wilson," and he turned and smiled at me. "Hi there, Max,"
he said, "I went ahead and got started, but I'm glad you're here to
help. The mower's over there. Why don't you start on the grass while I work
on these weeds?" I suppose I knew that there'd be actual yard work, and I
guess we couldn't just grab each other in the yard, but I was much more
interested in something besides cutting grass. Still I got to it. I mowed
the lawn. He pulled weeds. Then together we trimmed some bushes and small
trees.

Finally, Mr. Wilson said, "I think that's enough for today. Would you like
to come in and cool off a bit?"  Of course I jumped at the offer. Once
inside his house, he offered to get me a soda and suggested maybe a shower
was in order since we were all sweaty. He led me to the bathroom and
started to undress tossing his tank top, shorts, and socks on the floor. I
guess I was just staring at this gorgeous bear of a man with my mouth wide
open because he had to nudge me and say "do you just want to look or do you
want to join me in the shower." I threw my clothes off as fast as I
could. Mr. Wilson adjusted the water, tossed his jock on the pile of
clothes and we got into the shower.

It was a little crowded in the shower for two, but that suited me fine. We
were face to face and Mr.  Wilson put his strong hairy arms around me and
pulled me into a bear hug. I pushed my face into his chest and just inhaled
his scent. I was already hard and I could feel his cock growing against
me. He took my face in both hands, pulled my lips to his and gave me a deep
kiss, probing my mouth with his tongue. I loved the way his mustache
tickled a little, and as I pushed my tongue in his mouth and explored, I
felt myself just melt into him.

Mr. Wilson pulled back, grabbed a bar of soap and said, "Let's get you all
clean now." He started rubbing the soap all over my chest, under my arms,
and up and down each arm. Then he knelt down and soaped up each leg. The
sensation of having this hot mature man rubbing my whole body was almost
too much. He handed me the soap and told me to wash my face. When I did, I
felt him maneuver himself behind me. While I rinsed my face in the shower
spray, he took the soap and started soaping my back. Then he went lower and
ran the soap between my ass cheeks and as he did, he ran a thick finger
against my hole. I moaned and he said, "I think you must like that, Max."
Then he reached around and soaped up my cock and balls. He jerked my soaped
up cock while probing at my hole with his finger. I thought I would
explode, but before I did, he released my cock. Still, he didn't let up at
my hole and slowly pushed that thick finger in. What a wonderful feeling
that was. I pushed back with my ass so he started fucking my ass with his
finger. Then, as I was really getting into it, he stopped and said, "time
to clean me up."

Mr. Wilson handed me the soap and I repeated the washing routine he did on
me. His hairy body felt so nice to touch and looked extra sexy all
wet. When I got to cleaning his ass, I stuck my finger in, just as he'd
done to me. Mr. Wilson bent forward and said, "maybe there's something else
you'd like to put in there."

I couldn't believe my hot, chubby, hairy guidance counselor wanted me to
fuck him. I stood up, and aimed my cock at his hole. He said, "just push it
in slow and stop when you get all the way in so I can get used to it." When
my cock entered his ass I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. It felt warm
and tight and it took everything I had not to cum right then. I don't know
how I got the control, but I pushed all the way in without shooting. "Oh,
Mr. Wilson, I'm all the way in and it feels so good I could almost cum."

"Hold it right there then, my boy, and don't move til that feeling
passes. I want your first fuck to be more than one stroke." So I held it
there, my cock in Mr. Wilson's hairy soapy ass, my arms around his waist
feeling his belly, and the warm shower spray coming down on us. When I
thought I could, I started pumping my cock in and out of his bear hole. As
wonderful as it was for me, he must have liked it too. "That's it, Max," he
said, "fuck my ass good. You're hitting all the right spots. You're a
natural. Do it faster, Max. Harder."

I did, but it was more than I could handle. I groaned loudly as the best
orgasm of my life washed over me. Shot after shot of cum pumping out of my
cock and into my handsome guidance counselor's ass.  "Yeah, Max. Shoot your
load into me.  I can feel you cumming deep inside me." Mr. Wilson pulled
forward off my cock which was still rock hard, turned around and kissed me
passionately. "Let's rinse off and continue in the bedroom," he said. "If
that hard cock is any indication, I bet you can keep going."

After we rinsed off, Mr. Wilson turned off the water and reached for the
towel. Realizing he only had one there, he said, "sorry, I forgot to grab
another towel before we showered. Let me dry off really quickly and I'll
then I'll get you a towel." When he left the bathroom, I saw his jock
sitting there on his pile of dirty clothes. I couldn't resist. I picked it
up and pulled it to my face and inhaled. It smelled so good. First in his
office with his socks and now in his bathroom with the jock, I felt
intoxicated by his scent. I had my eyes closed enjoying the jock when I
heard Mr. Wilson say, "so you like a sweaty, smelly, jock, do you?"I opened
my eyes and he was standing there naked, holding a towel with his thick
cock fully hard and those big balls hanging there. "You just smell so
good," I said.

He tossed me the towel and said, dry yourself off and come with me to the
bedroom. Bring the jock - and grab my sweaty socks, too. When we got to the
bedroom, Mr. Wilson told me to stand on the side of the bed. He lay down
with his head hanging off the side, grabbed my legs and pulled me to him.
Then he took my hard cock guided it toward his mouth and said, "You fucked
my ass, now fuck my face." Watching my cock slide past that mustache and
into his mouth was hot. I'm glad I had just cum because it gave me a little
more staying power. Mr. Wilson worked my cock down his throat, his lips all
the way at the base of my cock, held it there, and I swear it felt like he
was trying to swallow my cock.  His hands were on my ass pulling me into
him. When he let up pressure I pulled out and he slid down a bit and
started licking my balls. My balls, I guess, are sensitive and it caused me
to scoot forward and that's when I felt his tongue at my hole.

I never imagined anyone, let only this mature hunk of hairy man would be
licking my hole, but it was incredible. I wanted to feel his tongue deep in
there so I pushed him up all the way onto the bed, climbed on and squatted
right down on his face. We were both moaning as he rimmed my hole and
probed as deeply as he could with his tongue. "Oh, Mr. Wilson, that feels
great," I said. "You can keep licking me if you want, but I really wish
you'd fuck my virgin hole."  Mr. Wilson pushed me up a bit off his face and
said, "If you're sure that's what you want, let's do it.  And I have an
idea that I think you'll like. How about if I fuck you while you wear my
sweaty jock and socks?"

What a great idea putting my cock where his had been most of the day and
knowing his sweat and scent were covering my feet and my balls. While I
pulled his jock and socks on, he pulled a bottle of lube out of his
nightstand. I laid back and he coated my hole and then his cock. He said,
"It may hurt a little. When it does, tell me and I'll hold still til you
adjust."

I was a little worried. Even though Mr. Wilson's cock was only average in
length, it was very thick.  He put his cock against my hole and said,
"breathe and push out." I did and I was surprised how easily it slipped
in. I felt a little twinge of pain and he asked, "are you okay? Does it
hurt." I told him I was okay and it hurt a little. He just held still and
after a few seconds the pain went away.

"I'm good," I said. "Fuck me Mr. Wilson." And he did. He started with slow
strokes and every time he pushed in I felt the most amazing feeling which I
know now is him rubbing against my prostate. "That feels awesome, fuck me
harder please, Mr. Wilson." So he did.

I was looking up at this hairy bear of a man while his cock was pounding my
ass. His big chest and belly all covered in manly graying hair jiggling a
bit as he moved. And there I was gazing on that handsome and kind face with
a look of ecstasy on it. I was making him feel that good.

"Oh, Max, this feels great. And you must be feeling okay, too. I can see
your pre-cum leaking into my jock." Then he reached down, stuck his hand
inside the jock and rubbed his finger over my cock head, getting it all
covered in my pre-cum. He pulled his hand back and stuck his finger in his
mouth, sucking on it and moaning, "mmmm." The next batch of pre-cum on his
finger went in my mouth. He told me to reach up and play with his
nipples. That made him moan more and feeling his hairy chest was getting me
hotter. I wasn't even touching myself, but I could feel myself about to
cum.

"Mr. Wilson, I'm gonna cum again," I screamed.

"Go ahead, Max. Cum and I'll come with you."

So I did. I filled his jock with my cum. He pulled out of my ass, aimed his
cock and the jock and added his cum. Then he fell down on the bed, pulled
me to him, and kissed me while I cuddled up to him.  Once we'd both come
down from our orgasms, he said, "Remember Max. You can't tell anyone or I
could get in trouble." I promised him I wouldn't tell. He said, "you're a
good boy, Max, and sexy too."

When I got dressed, I kept Mr. Wilson's jock and socks on. He noticed, but
didn't say anything. As I rode my bike home I could feel our mixed cum in
the jock and I knew I had a souvenir to treasure.