Done with Women
By BILLY JAYDEE
There was a bear in a class I taught, a perfect bear.
He had the dark, thick, well-trimmed beard you'd expect of a Spanish conquistador. The blush on his cheeks was like that of a corn-fed Midwest farm boy who's just discovered the first hint of his latent sexual tendencies.
Thick, dark-brown hair covered his head and curlier, more richly colored hair burst from his shirt collar. His chest was broad and his body beefy. He carried himself with the grace that belied the muscle beneath his flannel shirt. The sweetest smile floated upon his face.
The lithe pixyish young woman sitting next to him was putty in his hands. He had her giggling the whole time. Oh, and he stood tall as I am.
It was an intimate class, only eight students and I. Each pair of pupils shared one computer terminal. I leaned across his massive right shoulder leaving my left hand on the back of his chair while showing him where to click the mouse with my right. I pressed my body against his and patted him on the back when he did a good job. That's the best way to start, isn't it? With a casual caress?
If his dark handsome features, his bodacious body, his killer smile and his obvious charm weren't enough, there was one more endearing thing about Tim: he was a young father. He just started working here. He was recently divorced and hadn't worked out the day-care thing. So, he'd brought his five-year-old son. The boy colored at a small table across the room. He was well-behaved, but from time to time burly Tim danced attendance on the small child. It was the cutest thing.
I'm not from here either. I'd been here most of the week teaching six one-hour classes each day. Tomorrow I was to fly home. I'm tall, hairy chested with a touch a grey at the temples. I've been hit up a few times in my life and I know the look. It is the same hungry look in Tim's brown eyes when he looked up to me from time to time. The class was over and I had only one thing on my mind, packing up my handouts and drinking a cold one somewhere, hopefully with Tim. But his annoying skinny, flat-chested partner was plying me with "follow up" questions. As I moved about picking up my supplies, with her in tow, I noticed that Tim was packing up his son's crayons, one at a time. Fortunately, the female student's fiancé called on her cell and she reluctantly ran from the room.
I strolled over to Tim, my chest out and my head high. I already knew how this was going to go. He looked up from his son with want in his dark eyes.
"Hi," I said. "I hear you are new to town. I don't know anyone in town. How about we have dinner together?"
For a moment the warm amber light I'd seen in his eyes every time he looked at me this afternoon faded. Then it was back in all its come-hither glory. "It can be sort of lonely sitting in a restaurant by myself," I added.
He had a roast in the crock pot, so I was invited to eat dinner with them. I didn't have a car so I rode with Tim which boded well for spending the night. He opened the door for me. He helped me with my unfamiliar seat belt. He was charm itself. This guy is a ladies' man. Enroute, I spotted a liquor store and suggested that if he'd pull over, I'd get beer for tonight. As I started to get out, he grabbed my wrist.
"If we are going to deal with loneliness, we'd better get some vodka, too," he said, almost in a whisper.
His soft spoken heartbreak and round eyes had me concerned, until he roared with laughter and sent me on my way. No one is ever 100 percent joking so I got a half-pint of Gray Goose along with my six pack of Alaska Amber. Dinner was simple and good. Afterwards we adjourned to the living room. Tim sat as far as possible from me on the couch which was the only piece of furniture in the room. The three of us watched television on the set standing opposite on a small wooden cabinet.
He noticed I wasn't too fond of my vodka on ice.
"Well, actually, the only time I ever drank the stuff was with Kahlua and cream. It's calledDirty Mother. I had a girl friend that'd make them for me every night."
"Why's that, Dave?" Tim asked with a wink as he bent to help the boy with a puzzle.
"Well, one morning she complimented me on how well I"... I checked to see if the boy was paying attention... "performed the night before. I told her it had been all her doing. The night before when she went to tuck her boy in bed, she'd made a dirty mother for me because she knew I liked Kahlua. I explained that the alcohol relieved my inhibitions, the caffeine kept me going and the sugar gave me energy. The next time I spent the evening at her house, she made me an even bigger drink."
We both laughed. He continued to give me the sweetest glances as he looked between me and his son's game. Eventually, Tim leaned closer, resting his arm on the back of the couch.
"What ever happened with that girlfriend?"
"Oh, she wanted to get married and I wasn't ready. So what happen--"
Before I could finish Tim said, "I'm done with women myself. I'm tired of doing all the chasing and the 'heavy lifting'. My next lover is going to have to do that stuff."
Dumbfounded by the implications of his using the word "lover" rather than "woman", I didn't know what to say and left him to help with the puzzle. Shortly thereafter he handed me the remote and urged me to find something to watch while he got the boy ready for bed. I heard the water running in the tub after they left and some giggling. When the water stopped I heard him behind me bounding down the stairs in his stocking feet. He must have forgotten something for the kid's bath time, I figured. He headed back upstairs shortly, stopping behind the couch. I turned to look. He dropped a DVD on the couch next to me. He handed me a drink and sprinted up the steps. It was a dirty movie and a Dirty Mother.
When he got the boy to bed, he quietly returned to the living room. He dropped an empty velour bag designed to hold a Crown Royale bottle at the foot of the couch and sat down near to me. I had my shirt untucked and pants undone underneath my shirt tail. He wore a tank top and a pair of sheer silk shorts. On the screen were two guys and a girl. The headliner porn-star seemed to be taking it easy and having a good time. The second guy seemed to be doing all the "heavy lifting" particularly during the double penetration scene.
"This DVD has all sorts of scenes. What's your preference?" I asked.
Tim turned and gave me a killer smile. He sort of squirmed then spread his arms up and over the back of the couch. His left muscular arm now lay behind me atop the couch.
"This will do," he admitted with a smirk.
I restarted it at the seduction scene. The two guys on the screen waited until they got some sort of "go-ahead" from the gal. At which point each started sucking on a tit after slipping her dress off her shoulders. Tim squirmed again. Beneath his silky shorts his thick cock began to slide up his fuzzy left thigh. It looked to me that it was time to make my move. I cleared my throat before speaking only to find his liquid brown eyes staring up into mine when I looked his way.
"Is that the way you start with a woman? Personally, I go for the deep kiss while sliding my hands between her thighs?"
"That works for me," he said with a sigh.
My right hand reached for the longish brown locks at the back of his head. My lips went quickly to his. His hairy left hand encircled my shoulders as he leaned back against the couch pulling me over him. My left hand settled on his shorts to encircle his thick seven-incher now raging against the fabric. A few strokes of the stretched fabric and my hand fumbled for his waist band. His right hand flipped off his shorts. His knees then rose and spread to give me better access to his cock and crack. We kissed sloppily and noisily. His brown moustache broke from my salt-n-pepper for a moment so the stubby fingers on his hairy hands could fling away this tank top and then embrace me. I spit in my left paw before returning my wet lips to his. My wetted hand found his thick member arched and hard in anticipation of my the embrace of my trembling fingers. Tim pulled me hard into his chest, lifting me from the couch. I braced my toes against the floor and turned my body atop his.
My jeans slid down a bit and my right had released my own aching seven incher from my tighty-whities. "Little Davy" began to dry-hump Tim's inner left thigh. The dewy head of my cock sometimes poked his furry ball sack. Other times as we writhed in our passion, my helmet head struck lower for a warmer, wetter, darker part of his anatomy. His cock was slick with pre-cum. I pried myself from his hungry embrace.
"Where we going to take it from here?"
Reaching for the back of the sofa with his bare left muscular arm in order to brace himself, he lifted his naked knees even higher and further apart exposing all his nude hairy handsome torso and asshole to me. His right hand reached for my upright raging hardon and pulled it down in the direction of his hole.
"I don't want to be the guy tonight," he purred.
I snatched the Crowne Royal bag up and tossed it to him while I undressed. He rolled the condom on me and squirted on the lube. With his left hand across my shoulder, and his right hand guiding my cock, we swung his body lengthwise on the sofa. My body followed his. With what I thought was an experienced hand he forced the wrapped head of my cock into his hole and then using both hands pulled our shoulders closer and laid a lip lock on me. I thought he wanted me to let his sphincter relax. So I returned his passionate kisses but held my body trembling with anticipation hovering over him. He began rolling his ass on to my steadfast cock and when I didn't reciprocate, he pulled my ear to his tongue. Damn! A wet tongue in my ear can drive me crazy.
"Don't be gentle," he whispered. "I never am."
With that I pushed my way in. It was hard going, but any discomfort Tim felt only seemed to encourage his kissing. I pulled back and began rapid strokes into his writhing body. His furry frame was bucking with my thrust. His breath came in great heaving pants through our locked lips. I started fucking him faster and getting further in. He finally gave up kissing and lay back on the sofa. He kept a good grip on the hair at the back of my head. His face was flush with passion. His rosy cheeks were wet with tears. And a big grin wandered across his handsome face as he squirmed on the couch beneath me. He twisted my head so my blue eyes met his brown.
"When you are ready," he gasped, "I want you to shoot in my mouth."
I was almost there. I fell upon his fuzzy frame, wrapped my hands under his shoulders and started driving my cock all the way home and back. We lay thrashing cheek to cheek. I could hear his anguished gasps. But kept to my business.
"Yeah!" I announced, pushing off the couch.
I ditched the rubber, straddled his frame and sat my ass down on his furry chest while my hand accomplished the final strokes his tight, perhaps virgin ass had handled so far. I swung forward, driving my hard dripping dick into his waiting lips and then slung my shoulders over the end of the couch. I thought Tim would gag. Instead his mouth stood open, while my shiny cock head piled into his pink tongue. He made appreciative noise and even kept my ass in place once I'd filled his mouth. His tongue milked me for every drop. When I returned to the kneeling position over him, I found some cum in his facial fur and a big smile on his face. He jerked himself rapidly as I regained my breathe. I pulled him up off the couch and naked, hand and hand we went up the stairs to his bed.
The next time I was in town, I didn't get a chance to call ahead. I ran into him at my hotel's restaurant. He was hammered and lounging comfortably in the arms of a blond beauty. Apparently, he wasn't "done with women" after all.