Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2005 21:02:15 -0500
From: Wet Bare Bear <wetbarebear@tampabay.rr.com>
Subject: My Neighbor Jason

Our former neighbors in the rental house next door to us were a real piece
of work.  The husband was deployed with the military in Iraq (bless the
troops for their heroic work) and it was the wife and kids that lived there.
No matter what we said or did in terms of trying to be friends with them was
to no avail. They were not amused living next to a gay couple and showed it
in the unfriendliness and unwillingness to even be social.

We were relieved when they relocated to Texas after his term was over.
When Jason and his wife, Diane moved into the rental house next door, it was
a breath of fresh air.  Both of them were school teachers and Diane was
expecting their first child.  They moved in on a temporary basis while their
house was being built.  Diane was very nice and friendly, but Jason was an
absolute hunk.  He was in the Army reserves and had just come back from
Iraq.  He was a little shorter than I - about 5'6" and a muscular 145 or so.
He had beautiful red hair in a crew cut and it extended over his whole body
although he clipped it short.  He occasionally wore a short van dyke, but
would shave it off when he had his monthly reserve duty.  He had a major
bulge in those nylon shorts he was so fond of wearing around.

Jason was a wrestling coach and a civics teacher at a local high school.
Right off the bat, he and his wife were very friendly with my partner and
me.  It was obvious that we were a gay couple and it did not seem to matter
to them.  We always enjoyed talking with them.  It was always a treat to see
Jason working in his motorcycle or mow the yard without a shirt.  His red
chest hair glistening with sweat never failed to excite me.

I had a patient in the hospital who was also a wrestling coach.  He was
quite good looking as well.  He was talking to me about the state wresting
championships and I mentioned my neighbor.  Turns out that he was partnered
with Jason for working out.  Boy, I wish I could have seen that workout!

I always assumed that I would be relegated to using my imagination with
Jason.  I am not a straight chaser - especially with a neighbor that I would
have to live next to.  I would never want to make life uncomfortable for
anyone, so I was content just to look and enjoy.  Little did I know that
this would change one Saturday.

Diane was eight and a half month pregnant and I knew from listening to my
friends that the husband usually went on "palm pilot" at about six months.
This particular Saturday, Diane had gone to spend the weekend with her
parents.  They lived several hours away from Tampa in central Florida so she
decided to spend several days away.  Jason planned to stay back at the house
to work on his motorcycle, do home improvement tasks, and spend a weekend
alone. Likewise, my partner was in Zephyrhills visiting his folks.

The weather was nice for January.  It was nearly 80 degrees.  I was working
on restoring one of my antique railroad signals in the garage and driveway
while I noticed that Jason was doing the same with his lawn mower.  We were
chatting back and forth while we were working.  I was furtively sneaking
glaces as his shirtless torso.  I loved seeing those small nipples on that
hairy muscular chest and red armpit hair.

I was just wearing a pair of shorts and sandals as well.  In contrast to
Jason's sleek, powerful, athletic physique, I am a stocky bear and look like
a gorilla without a shirt on.  I have a nice 6 inch cut cock with an 8-gauge
PA.  I am quite happy with myself even though my weight is and always has
been a bit of a problem. As a long-term nudist, I have learned to accept my
body as it is.

Jason was enjoying a few beers while he was working.  As he went in to get
another beer, Jason asked me if I wanted one.  As I am a long-term
recovering alcoholic, I politely declined with an explanation, but I said
that I would get some pop (yes, I am from Iowa and still call a carbonated
beverage pop) and join him in a break.

He brought out a couple of beers for himself and came over.  I showed him
what I was working on and explain how several of my railroad signals worked.
He enjoyed mechanical devices and listened with rapt interest.  He commented
that he had never seen my back yard and wanted to see it.  I have a pool,
jacuzzi and bricked courtyard  in my backyard.  It is totally
privacy-screened so that I can enjoy my property in the nude.  I had my
jacuzzi on and running as I usually do on the weekends so I can jump in
anytime.  Jason reached over and felt the water.  He sighed and said that
would feel good on his sore muscles.  He said that he overdid it the day
before demonstrating some wrestling holds for his students.

I told him that he was welcome to get in.  He said that he would love to,
but he was all hot and sweaty.  I told him that it was not a problem as
there was a hot water shower on the pool deck and that it was nice and
private - no one could see him back there.  I said that I was thinking about
taking a jacuzzi break myself.  It would be fun to sit in the jacuzzi, visit
and finish our respective drinks.

Jason said he would be right back as he needed to get something to wear in
the jacuzzi and a towel.  I told him to hang on.  I had a pile of towels
sitting by the patio door.  I reached in and grabbed a couple. I hung them
on the towel rack, and then turned on the shower.  I said that he did not
need a suit for the jacuzzi and proceeded to strip off my shorts to shower.
Jason hesitated a second, sort of mentally shrugged his shoulders, and
stripped off his nylons shorts to shower with me.

Brother!  When they say that big things come in little packages; they had to
have my neighbor in mind.  Jason stripped off those shorts to reveal a
beautiful uncut cock framed with a flaming red bush.  Unlike the rest of his
body hair, he did not clip his curly bush.  His cock hung heavily over a se
of large nuts in a hairless sack.  It looked shaved, but I found out later
that he was naturally hairless in his nutsack.  His cock was at least 5
inches soft with that beautiful transparent skin that some redheaded men
have.  The foreskin covered most of the head with only a glimpse of a large
piss slit visible.  I had a difficult time not staring at him.  Despite my
best efforts, I immediately got a chub.  I was terrified that I was going to
go to full staff as he shared the shower with me.

I tried to defuse the situation by making a joke.  "Boy, genetics was not
kind to everyone."  He chuckled.  I handed him the soap and he proceeded to
scrub off the lawnmower dirt.  I surreptitiously watched him skin back that
beautiful foreskin, although he turned slightly and I could not see as well
as I would have liked.

We finished showering and he started to dry off.  He then sort of laughed
and wondered why he was doing that since we were getting into the hot tub.
I laughed when I realized I was doing the same thing.  We got in.  I jumped
into my favorite corner, Jason eased himself slowly into the water and it
gave me a chance to look at his hot crotch.  Down into the water he went -
first the tip of his foreskin,  his pendulous balls,  that long shaft, and,
finally, that red pubic hair.  By this time, I was at full wood.
Thankfully, I was under the bubbling water.  Jason spread out in the hot tub
with his arms on the sides of it. He kept raising up and lowering his crotch
in the water.  I could see his hot cock and red bush when he raised up in
the water.  He said he had not been in a jacuzzi for several years.  I told
him he was welcome over anytime.  I still was playing the nice non-predatory
neighbor.  I was very content to just share time in the hot tub with him.

As we were talking, the conversation drifted to sex.  Jason said that he did
not know any gay couples and wondered about my long-term relationship with
Jeff.  I told him the story about how we met and that we have an open
relationship which works well for us.  Jason said he had never had a sexual
encounter with another man, but he had always been a bit curious.

Boing!!!!!   Did that perk up my ears (and cock).  Jason went on to say that
he was really horny since he had not had sex with his wife for several
months since it has been a difficult pregnancy.  He then asked me if it was
OK to ask what gays like to do in bed.  I told him that I would be glad to
answer his questions to the best of my ability.

At this time, I was completely aroused and hoping that he had not noticed.
I did notice that he was starting to get a chub as well.  I thought it was
big before - it was approaching 7 inches in length and looks like it could
get bigger.  It definitely lengthened when I told him that I was not
interest in anal, but was a master at oral, rimming and watersports.  He
understood oral, but I had to explain what rimming and watersports was.
"Diane is a straight lay and was never interested in experimenting much"  He
had never been rimmed, but though that it sounded "interesting."   He did
not understand watersports, but thought it might be fun to piss on someone
if they wanted it.

Jason was massaging his legs and low back and talking about how sore they
were from his workout.  I told him that I did a great massage and that I
have a massage table.  I would be happy to set it up and try and work on
those areas for him.  He hesitated for a few seconds and I thought that he
was going to decline.  He then told me that would be great, if I didn't
mind.  I thought to myself , "Are you nuts?"  "Of course, I would massage
him."

Having finally gotten my cock back under some semblance of control, I
started to get up out of the hot tub.  It was then that Jason noticed my
gold Prince Albert piercing in my still chubby cock.  He asked me to hold on
for a second as he reached out to take my cock in his hand and wanted to
look closer.  He grabbed my meat and was examining it closely, asking me
questions about how it feels and how was it done.  Well, you can imagine
that I started to go to full staff again.  I nonchalantly excused myself to
go in and get a massage table.  On the way in, I asked if he liked oil or
lotion and if it was OK to do it out on the pool deck.

Jason said that he and his wife usually used lotion when they massaged each
other.  Outside was fine with him as long as it was private.  I got my
massage table and some coconut-scented lotion.  I kept thinking, "How hot is
this.  I am going to give this really hot man a nice massage even if it was
non-sexual!"  I set up the table while Jason got out of the hot tub and
dried off.  I shot him a furtive glance - his cock was definitely longer and
thicker than it was when we first got in the hot tub.

Jason polished off the last of his beer and told me he needed to take a piss
before we go started.  When we reconstructed the pool deck, we put in a
trough drain with a grate that stretched from one end to the other.  I
pointed out the trough and told him that the drain for the trough was right
near where I was standing.  He could just piss in there.  "I do it all the
time," I told him.

Jason stood about 2 feet from where I was standing and grabbed his cock.  He
pulled his foreskin back a little bit, and proceeded to piss into the drain
while I was setting up the massage table.  It was a hot stream of clear beer
piss and I was close enough that I could feel an occasional splash of piss
on my ankle. I am sure that it was accidental, but I had to turn around to
not show my erection that just appeared out of nowhere again.

I asked him if we wanted me to get a towel to throw over his waist while I
was massaging him, He replied,  "Nah, dude, you just watched me piss" and
laughed.  Guess I was not as subtle in watching as I thought.  I decided
that I could massage him while I was nude then and told him to get on the
table face down.  Thank heavens he couldn't see my growing erection.

I have always been someone who enjoys men who are my age or older and who
are bears - a little bigger in stature than most men.  Nonetheless, I am
usually pleasantly surprised when I massage someone who is thin or muscular.
Jason was very firm and muscular.  His physique was very pleasant to
massage.  I proceeded to work on his back and legs, I even sat on the table
as I was doing the leg work on him.  We continued to have light conversation
about nothing in general.  He told me what a wonderful job I was doing and I
was storing up some memory videos to jack off over.  I was careful not to
get too familiar with his butt (in around his anus) but he did appreciate
the work on the butt cheeks.  I still had the best of intentions of keeping
it non-sexual.

After I got done with his back and legs, I thought, "in for a penny, in for
a pound."  I patted him on the back and said "OK.  Turn on your back."
Jason turned over onto his back.  He asked me for his mirrored sunglasses as
it was bright out.  He was a bit more chubbed up than the last time I had
seen his cock.  I thought to myself that this was going to be harder for me
than I thought.  By this time, I was at full wood.  I started massaging his
face and worked my way down his neck.

I asked him if he would mind putting his hands behind his head as that would
allow me to stretch out his ribs as I massaged.  I could also to a better
job on his lats.  The unspoken part of the request is that it would let me
massage his armpits as well.  He moved his arms up and intertwined his
fingers over his head.  He brushed my erection as he did this.  I thought,
"Oh well."  He never commented on it but I did notice that more of his
cockhead was becoming visible from under his foreskin.

I massaged his chest and armpits well.  Some guys do not like their armpits
touched as they are very ticklish.  Jason did not seem to mind.  I made sure
that I gave them some extra attention.  They were very furry and there was a
nice, clean smell from them when I got my head close to them.  I went on to
do his arms and hands and spend a great deal of time on them.  I know there
are areas that are stress points for me.  I finished up the upper part of
his body by massaging his 6-pack of furry abs in a clockwise fashion.

I then moved down to Jason's muscular legs.  Jason leaped to a full erection
as I did his inner thighs.  The man had a cock that was about 1/8th the
length of his entire body!  It was a solid 9 inches of pale pink steel.  The
foreskin had pulled back all the way revealing the most private areas of his
body for me to see. He also was beginning to leak copious amounts of
precome.  I commented, "It looks like you are enjoying the massage."  He
just smiled and put his hands back behind his head again.

After a long workout on his legs, I finished up with some long strokes.  I
managed to get some of his precome on my hand during one of these strokes
and surreptitiously tasted it.  It was very sweet-tasting.  He did not mind
me briefly touching his cock, so I got a bit bolder and concentrated
massaging around his cock and balls.  He seemed to enjoy that as evidenced
by the smile on his face and the thrusting of his hips.

I finally got brave and asked if he would like the "full massage."  He
lifted up his sunglasses for a second, looked at me, smiled, and said
"Whatever you would like."  That was it.  The non-sexual massage guy and
kindly gay neighbor was done with his work now.  Now it was time for the sex
fiend who had been struggling not to come out earlier.  I used some of the
coconut-scented lotion on his cock and began to stroke.  It was a two-handed
job.  He was smiling and moaning with every stroke.  I knew that it would
not be very much longer.

Jason said I could do whatever I liked.  Right now all I wanted to do was
suck on that beautiful cock of his.  The lotion was nontoxic so I just went
down on him.  He initially was surprised but then put his hand on my head to
hold it as I was sucking him.  Up the shaft, down under the foreskin, into
that large leaking piss slit and back around the head.  He was making tons
of precome that was running out of him like a river.

Far too quickly for me, Jason's moaning became a low-pitched growl.  A
steady stream of his sweet precome was filling my mouth.  I could tell he
was getting close.  He put his other hand on my head (as if I wanted to pull
away) and began to face-fuck me fast and furiously.

Jason came in about six heavy volleys of jizz.  I could feel his huge cock
expanding with every spasm.  His come was mild-tasting and there must have
been about 2 ounces of it.  I savored the taste before I swallowed it down.
I continued to gently suck to get every last drop.  I could tell that Jason
was getting sensitive, so I finally backed off.  He had taken off his
sunglasses and was smiling at me.  "That was awesome!" he replied.  He lay
there a while longer as his breathing slowed down.

After relaxing for a few minutes, he got up to a sitting position on the
table.  He smiled at me again and said that he needed to get back to his
lawn work.  He thanked me for the "great massage, et al."  He said he had to
piss again. "Fucking beer goes right through me."  He started to move over
to the drain where he pissed before.

I asked if he would let me have his piss. He replied, "Sure, but it may take
me a while to get started.  I have never pissed on someone before".   "Take
your time, no rush," I replied and knelt down before him.  I hefted his
still sizable cock and put the foreskin-covered head in my mouth. I love to
wash down someone's come with a bladder full of piss.  I did not have to
wait very long.  I felt his tubes open up and out poured a hot load of tasty
beer piss.  I never spilled a drip.  I kept swallowing and swallowing. Jason
stood there with both hands on his hips and head straight ahead like he was
taking a whiz in the school urinal.

Suddenly, without any warning at all, I felt myself rushing toward a climax
without even touching myself.  I pumped out a sizable quantity of semen
myself.  Despite the PA, it shot out onto Jason's ankle.  He just kept
pissing and smiling.  That was the first time I have ever climaxed without
being stroked or sucked.

All too soon, the flow decreased.  Jason shot a couple more squirts into my
mouth and then shook his cock off in my face.  I thanked him and gave him a
hug.  He hugged me back in that limited body contact way that straight men
do.  We showered again and headed back to our respective tasks - me working
on my railroad signal and Jason working on the mower.

We have never had a repeat performance, and nothing changed between us as
neighbors.  His wife had a baby girl and their house is finished.  They have
since  moved on.  I will always have the memory of that hot afternoon,
though.

Wet Bare Bear <wetbarebear@tampabay.rr.com>