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.
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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.
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.