Hello Friends, and welcome to my little story corner of the net Another day of adventures has dawned, and our friend Maurice is out on hunt for his man! A new man, since Christopher has turned out to be sort of a dissapointment
Yes, this is based on a true story. For any possible fans this story might have, my email is ekko158@yahoo.com
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Ari
A Place for us.
Based on a true story.
Chapter 2, Goodbye Christopher
Many days had passed after Maurice's hot encounter with Christopher Green, and the aftermath, which included tears, guilt and a solemn promise by Maurice to not sleep with Christopher anymore.
But as it turned out, Maurice could not contain his urges, and when the next week came around, Maurice opened his email to find a message by Christopher.
"Oh what the fuck does he want... lets see, yadda yadda yadda, I want to see you again, uh huh, oh!, he wants to see me again does he"
Maurice smiled, it had been a long day at work, less insults by his family than usual, he was quietly resting after dinner and a long hot bath in the quiet of his room, and when he probably should have said no, he couldnt resist saying yes...
"Well, I suppose I can meet you again on thursday Christopher" Maurice wrote on this reply
"Same time, same place"
Maurice sent the email on its way, and logged out of his account. His affair with Christopher was interesting, it made him feel both guilty and contented, Sleeping with men provided a personal quiet resistance against his aunt, his mother and a cruel family a family that mistreated him terribly, and it provided him with a way to fulfill many fantasies fantasies he had about bear men, larger taller hairy men with whom he would do it all.
"Im probably gonna regret this shit" Maurice thought, "I guess some sex is better than none, besides, I have no fucking friends thanks to my family, maybe Christopher is the friend Ive been waiting for."
Maurice pulled out a disk, and began editing a video file, he was serious about his secret career as a film maker, and only wished he could go to school and do it formally, but his undocumented status made sure he couldnt, even if he had the money. He had a plan however, even if he couldnt pay for full time, he would take classes.
"Go me!" thought Maurice, as he finished the online registration, just in the nick of time.
Maurice smiled at the prospect of going to school soon, and continued his work.
As it turned out, Maurice had left his Manhunt account logged in, and Sweetbear had logged in too at first he didnt notice that fluffywaffle99(Maurice), was online, but later he figured the younger 25 year old wasnt interested in an older man, sweetbear was nearing 50 he didnt stop to think of this more thoroughly and logged out.
Maurice continued working late into the night, and finally fell asleep on the couch while waiting for his software to convert one file into another.
In his dreams, Maurice dreamt a dream of Mexico, he remembered the streets paved with cobblestones, the white washed walls of the town framed in bright pink colors, the red roofing, the scents of the market, As with most dreams he couldnt tell the difference, and believed it was real.
When he finally fell into a dreamless sleep, he could swear he had felt his grandparents their warm hands holding his own. They had died many years before, but he missed them, they had loved him immensely, and their memory filled his eyes with tears, even as he slept tears flowed across his cheeks, and yet a joy unlike any other overcame him. Life was hard, but sometimes he believed the old legends, that the dead came back to comfort those suffering, those who had little, who were alone.
The Next day, Maurice awoke to news that a raid had descended upon a packing factory in Illinois, hundreds of men and women had been detained and would be incarcerated while awaiting deportation. One of the untold everyday things undocumented workers faced was the ever present fear of getting caught and deported.
Families were forcibly broken, and children left to fend for themselves in many cases, only aided by neighbors or distant relatives.
Maurice's family was enthralled watching the news. His youngest cousins had nothing to fear, they had been born in the US, and they were helping the family with the gardening business only as much as school allowed.
But his aunt, his mother, the oldest of his cousins and himself could find themselves any minute running to avoid capture, This was the way they lived, in fear, but starving in a Mexico where little jobs existed and where the drug cartels hired anyone who could carry a gun, was not an option. Better to suffer in silence.
In this instance, he pitied his aunt and mother, they were cruel and abusive to him, but Maurice knew that having no green card could destroy them as easily as himself
They however, abused this fear, and on many occasions had threatened Maurice that if he didnt behave they would turn him over to Immigration, Maurice's aunt stole money from his paycheck, and overworked him when he wasnt looking, all he could do was save money when he could, money he would one day use for his big escape, somewhere far away. Perhaps to the monastery if he renounced the world. Perhaps to live with his boyfriend. money to help him while he found a new job. and adjusted
October was reaching its midpoint, and tomorrow thursday Maurice would finally see Christopher Green again. Work was hard as usual, but today he was exceedingly happy, he had signed up at the last day of registration at the local college, but only for some classes which included studying cinema, history of cinema, world history and visual arts.
He had been working hard over the last summer, and he had saved enough money so that he still had some savings after he paid for his books and for his classes. It wasnt a four year college, but it was a start.
It was only a trimester, but he felt good in doing something to change his life, even if the classes counted for little, it was better than to stay home and listen to his family berate him and offend him.
He would get no finantial aid except the from the Bank of Maurice, everything came out of his pocket, when work finally ended that day, his aunt and mother went home, while he headed as fast as he could to his classes downtown.
"Hi, does this bus head downtown sir?"
"Yes it does young man, where are you headed?"
"Downtown sir, hehehe, to the local college"
"You a student there"
"Just for a few classes, I dont have that much cash"
"Well hop aboard" the driver motioned him to get on the bus, Maurice was very respectful and waited for instructions.
"Thank you sir"
Maurice felt the winter aproaching fast, he would enjoy the falling of so many leaves, the windows of the bus were open and and the cold autumn wind blew on his face. His hair, semi long, danced like feathers in the wind, he was happy, giddy and at peace.
Finally the bus reached downtown, and he rushed over to the college behind the train station. There were so many people, young and old. All seemed busy, He felt strangely innadequate, out of place, but the feeling passed after a minute.
He found his teachers very cool, his classes very relaxed, and the people very friendly. He seldom talked to anyone outside the family but he found the ladies he spoke to be very friendly. The guys in class were very shy, but he focused on the coursework. and tried to be as natural as possible.
It was a freezing cold night, and in the dark Maurice made his way home, first hopping on the bus. He soon arrived several blocks from his house, walked the rest of the way. He found his family watching tv, they ignored him, except to ask him why he arrived nearly at 10:00pm
"This aint a hotel you know, you will respect my house, and do as I say or you can pick up your shit and live on the street,it doesnt matter to me, your choice."
"Im sorry aunt, Im late because the classes end at 9pm, and the bus takes a while to get going, plus I still have to walk 4 blocks."
Mexican families were very traditional, everyone had to follow a curfew, even if you were 29 and still living at home, everyone from Chile to Northern Mexico were bound by this unwritten family code, to respect the house and arrive promply before a prescribed hour.
Maurice, tired and hungry, sat down at the corner of his bed, opened his laptop, and let his remote logging client access his email and manhunt account at the same time. meanwhile he stripped nearly naked and sat down to eat a small bag of cookies he had bought, he had nothing else, and his aunt would curse him for using her kitchen so late.
The email account showed 1 inbox, Christopher Green had confirmed they would see each other, at 4pm the next day.
The Manhunt account logged in, showed zero messages, he had no friends to speak of, except for a few online ones, giocondafan quickly im'd fluffywaffle99 which as you know is Maurice's nickname, They finally began to chat.
"Hi Maurice, how are you doing?"
"Hi Matthew, Im doing great, tired, as I just got from my first day of class, have a lot of work to do to catch up."
"Cool, how did you do"
"I love my classes Matthew, theyre awesome, my teachers are great, the work load is large, but I'll give it a shot, the stress is worth it"
"I went to the doctors today, Im not doing to great, the pain killers are not working as well as they should be, theyre gonna try to see if they change my medication"
"Thats terrible, please let me know what happens, my neighbor happens to be a nurse, I asker her what kinds of remedies you could do besides drugs and she told me several herbal and vitamin supplements that might help you"
"thanks Moe, email when you can, send the list please"
Matthew was an Orthopedic Therapist, he knew all about repairing the bodies of people involved in accidents, strokes and debilitating diseases, he however suffered from extreme migraines,
Maurice being a friend of a long time nurse felt he should find out and see if in some small measure he could help his friend, even some advice could aid with some relief. Maurice had had a secret crush on Matthew for several months, which was the time they had known each other.
Matthew had noticed how Maurice was searching incessantly for sex partners, but had shown no interest, perhaps out of a wish to prolong and cultivate a true friendship, Maurice was dissapointed, but he could not force the older man to his desires.
Matthew after all was 46 years old and a grown man whom Maurice could not easily persuade.
Maurice if it has to be said, was an illegal immigrant, fat, completely inept at science and math, but he was sensual and a subtle seductor.
He tried his best to persuade the men of the city, to entice and seduce them. Not all of them fell for it, he was chubby and his methods werent foolproof but he still tried his best to sweet talk any potential lover. Maurice wasted no opportunities enticing Matthew, though the man always avoided him.
"Maurice, I think we should probably stay friends"
"Well ok, but my offer is open if you ever wanna fuck..."
"Youre a naughty boy, take care ok, I'll talk to you later"
"Bye Matthew, Kisses and hugs handsome!"
Matthew apreciated Maurice, and they were both obsessed with the plastic arts. Maurice liked architecture, sculpture, painting and Cinema above all, Matthew liked dance, literature and music, they talked of many topics, always exchanging ideas, especially Maurice's obsession with cinema.
Maurice logged out of his computer and finally fell asleep, in his dreams he saw a white figure, dancing, playing music, shapes of all colors dancing along with him, he was dreaming of Matthew of course, an abstract dream with no specifics, therefore he couldnt recognize the face of his crush. A sweet and loving man with whom he wished more than friendship.
Though Maurice had no friends to hang out with, he had many online and even imaginary friends. Being alone for so many years had forced him to create company for himself at times.
In the world of his computer, and the world of his mind, he had created a secret world for himself. He dreamed of movies, and dreamed he himself was a character in them. His mind wandered everywhere, his body was imprisoned by chance and circumstance, he lacked a social security number, but his heart and mind didnt lack freedom, and these he used generously.
The next day Maurice saw Christopher and they made love, it was excellent, but as time would show, Chris was both unrealiable and a liar, this would ultimately unravel their affair.
Several weeks later turned to several months Later. Maurice had continued to see Christopher, but his initial passion was gone. Meanwhile his alarm clock had finally worked right, he raised himself from his sleep... ...to the sound of screaming and swearing.
The day began as usual with more insults and a small fight amongst his cousins which he himself had to put out, peace was a thing of the imagination in that household. Maurice however was the bigger man in most shouting matches, though he himself would also scream and naturally get pissed, he was still a voice of reason and tried his best to use diplomacy, to defuse enmity between the warring parties, so to speak.
He had inherited this quality from his Grandfather, a man of strong opinions but always faithful and true and honorable, Maurice tried to emulate this short statured Mexican man, who had owned a heart of gold, and loved Maurice as one of his children.
Maurice, who had continued to see Christopher over several weeks. had grown tired of Christopher, his tall and red haired bear lover, and as he worked over a yard early one morning, he considered how best to break the news that he would not be seeing him anymore. He would use him for one last fuck, and never see him again.
"Christopher is such a jerk, twice already hes driven down here, picked up his prescriptions and rushed our sex to under 20 minutes... whats the use of losing half my day, doing my cousins work to finish early, bathing extra times and being there on time when he cant dedicate me an hour of his time Once a fucking week?"
"Hey fatass, youre eating too much off the verge, pull back your mower or youre gonna ruin the lawn, cant you fucking fly right Maurice?"
"Sorry Mom"
"Shit" Maurice thought, "even at work Christopher brings me no luck, its not my fault his husband is an insecure nutjob, this shit ends today"
Maurice finished his work, helped pack up the equipment, and rushed of to get home and prepare himself for meeting Christopher.
"I know Christopher, I'll be there soon, youre sure youre gonna make it this time, cause last week you canceled"
"No, I can make it Maurice, but I'm not gonna be able to stay very long in town, my husband doesnt know about us fucking"
"Ok, drive safe"
"uGH!!, FUCKING SHOOT ME NOW!"
Maurice was furious, he understood and respected open relationships, but he didnt like that Christopher had withheld their affair from Jeffrey his husbear.
"what a fucking douche... shit!"
Christopher had even promised Maurice to take him to his house up north to spend a couple days together days of endless fucking. But Maurice had been forced to cancel one week on Christopher due to Maurice coming down with the flu.
Christopher had canceled the week after since his babysitter was gone and the kids he shared with Jeffrey had no one to watch them while Christopher and Maurice humped, the hubby was out of town, nothing could be done.
Broken promises followed one another, first Christopher said he felt misunderstood by his husbear, the he asked Maurice if he felt something for him.
"What are you looking in a man Maurice" asked Christopher in a soft cuddly voice.
"Im not looking for anything, Im looking for a sexual friend, the last time I fell in love they hurt me, they ignored me, my heart has turned to stone. sex.. is all there is left in me to offer"
"Oh I see"
Christopher had even stopped receiving Maurice's text messages and made him promise not to call unless he was alone, Maurice had no way of knowing when when Christopher was alone...
"Im not a fucking psychic, what the hell does he expect?"
Maurice made sure not to call him ever unless Christopher phoned first.
Today he would make a difficult but necessary choice, he had no choice actually, unless he wanted his dignity used like a rag mop.
"Hi Christopher"
"Hi Maurice, come in, my brother is out of town again on business, its ok"
the two men stripped down as quickly as they could at the entrance to the house, while Maurice continued to kiss Christopher, he realized Christopher had set the alarm clock fpr 4:20
Maurice then resolved to make this the worst sex possible, and tried to abstain from barfing. He realized the once sexy musk and small of Chris now revolted him.
"This man was a paragon of selfishness" Maurice thought, "He should really go fuck himself"
"Im free all evening Chris, I want you to fuck me good!"
"Get on your back" muttered Christopher.
Christopher entered Maurice, and thrusted hard, Maurice had not stretched his ass with a toy, so this time he felt the very thin weiner Christopher had, felt it slide into his tender parts...
AHHHH!!!!, THIS FEELS AWESOME!!!
"really baby it does?, fuck me daddy! fuck me hard!, aahhhhH!, yes, fuck me, oh...."
Maurice lay on is back, with his legs in the air, while Christopher thrusted inside Maurice's chubby ass. Maurice proceeded to jack his small chubby cock.
"Oh yeah! oh yeah!, nice Maurice, nice, jack your little bear cock! yes!"
Maurice had noticed how Christopher was selfish, and didnt wait for him to cum, it wasnt required, but he felt Chris at least try, if only out of consideration... Maurice didnt give a shit and jacked his cock while Christopher's lubed cock pounded his boy pussy.
"Oh yeah, Im cuming daddy! yeah, Im gonna cum daddy! ahhhh AHHHHH!" Maurice cummmed several silky ropes of fresh boy juice on his stomach.
Maurice didnt wait for Christopher to cum, who continued to thrust into Maurice
Maurice put his hands behind his head and laid his head back, no longer encouraging Christopher, but enjoying his solo ejaculation.
"Oh yeah Maurice, nice cumming, yeahhhh,"
Maurice found that Chris didnt care he had cummed, that irked him, at the last moment, he noticed that Christopher was near climaxing, he voluntarity closed his sphincter by squeezing his asscheeks ...literally evicting Christophers cock, so that he cummed all over himself, he didnt care to use a condom, Maurice felt at least once he should spooge away from his hole.
Maurice put his clothes on, Christopher also did the same and he didnt even bother to say thank you to Maurice, Christopher didnt even bother to lie or apologize for last week and the one before that. No promises to Maurice he would make this up to him, Maurice packed his bag and left the house,
"See ya" was all he managed to utter, this was he last time that they ever saw each other.
"Dear Christopher, Im moving away, and I cant afford to pay anymore for your gas, I need to save money for my move, my roommates also wanted to say "fuck you", they found out you badmouthed them after I explained that my family was homophobic, lol, I told you, they are not friendly. but I kept my promise and told them anyway. Take care and see ya"
Maurice sent the email on his way, he had nothing else to say.
"Dear Maurice, you are an excellent lover and Im sad to see you go, if you wanna have a last go a it let me know, maybe you can get some money by skipping lunch one day, and come out and see me. youre always gonna have a friend here, take care and godspeed."
Maurice read the email the next morning, he felt sad in a sense. but felt he needed to stop this sexual and economic mooching.
Maurice put on his boxers and made his way to the bathroom, his aunt was already up.
"Finally woke up fatass, took you long enough" said his aunt"
"Im not in the mood for your filthy mouth today Aunt, dont mess with me, Im not in the mood, Im going to work for the money, not to hear your rotten mouth"
Maurice felt just a bit empowered, no one had the right to take advantage of him, even if he was an illegal alien, he was not an idiot. and not his aunt, not Christopher, no one had the right to make him look like one.
He walked off the corridor, with a glass of water in his hand, meanwhile his manhunt account showed one response from a guy called "TropicofCapricorn". Maurice logged out, he had had enough bullshit from men for this year, and it would be a while before he even logged into manhunt.
Sweetbear, who had continued his own search for men after Maurice (fluffywaffle99) ignored him, didnt notice that Maurice had changed his relationship status to "single". (Maurice's brand of humor)
it was still many months away before they would meet. meanwhile Sweetbear packed his backpack and headed for the street aboard a two wheeled scooter.
Before he crossed the street to catch his ride, Sweetbear felt a crushing blow as lumber from a truck became untied and crashed onto the street with some of it pinning him to the ground, instantly cracking his skull. crushing his clavicle and breaking most of his ribs.
He was still alive, but only by a thread. the sirens and lights of an ambulance could be be heard and seen in the distance, it was an ugly day, with clouds covering the sky, the ambulance arrived as it finally began to rain.
Next Week Maurice hooks up with a new man, "TropicofCapricorn" from manhunt, but not all that glitters is gold, and rough sex has its perks... ...and its downsides.