Bernie and the Bear Chapter 3
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Chapter Three
Metamorphosis Stage II
My eyes flew open when I became fully aware of the hot, wet sensation in my ass. I glanced up at the alarm clock; it was close to midnight. Bernie's hands had my ass splayed open and his face was planted firmly between my cheeks with his tongue already halfway in my ass; I couldn't help but groan. I already felt like it was fairly dilated. As soon as he heard me wake up, he shoved two fingers in and swirled them around grazing my prostate making a shock run through me and a dribble of precum drip out on the bed. I put my hand back there to feel my hole; I was right, it was pretty loose. In the mean-time, Bernie was opening a condom wrapper and getting ready for my assault; I felt like I was ready. The KY was cold when he squirted it on my hole, but it warmed pretty quick. He started pushing in and my sphincter instinctively clamped tight.
"Relax as much as you can and push like you're taking a shit" he said softly.
I followed his instructions and he managed to get the in past the ridge on his helmet before I clamped again and grunted. It felt like somebody was stabbing me in the ass with a red-hot fireplace poker.
"Breathe, baby, breathe" he cooed to me. I didn't realize I was holding my breath. I forced myself to take a deep breath and by sheer will relax my hole. I felt several inches of him slide into me before I clamped again. I took another deep breath and squeezed hard as I could five or six times, then my hole started get accustomed to the log that was jamming it open. He stayed dead-still for a few minutes till I finally told him to try moving. He started off slow and something weird happened; even though it still hurt, it also felt sexy as fuck. He flipped me onto my back and told me to let him know when he hit the spot. He kept changing angles until he slid directly across my love nut. I didn't even have to tell him; he could tell by my reaction. I had goose bumps all over me and my body was vibrating. He held me tight and steady and began to fuck the sense out of me. At one point I think I started speaking in tongues.
"I'm getting close" he whispered.
I reached down and started jacking off really fast and I actually blew my load just slightly before he did. I got in a hurry to kiss him and pulled him down onto me; spreading me cum all over the two of us. I grabbed the towel out of the floor next to the bed and wiped us off. We slept like the dead the rest of the night.
5:15am. God didn't make 5:15am; it was a creation of the devil. Once again, I was being dragged out of my oh so comfortable bed to go run across town like some halfwit. He threw the jock and shorts at me and I grudgingly pulled them on along with one of my less-than-clean grandpa undershirts. I pulled on socks and by the time I finished lacing my shoes I was being pulled out of the dorm. The strange thing was, I wasn't having as much trouble keeping up. Yeah, I was still huffing and puffing but not as much and I only had to stop three or four times. At the gym he put me through a new torture routine before we ran (yes, ran) back to the dorm to shower and get ready for classes. I sat on the toilet and pushed out Bernie's offering before joining him in the shower. We washed each other very non-sexually for a change and got dried off. I was getting comfortable with just wrapping a towel around my waist to walk back to the room. Now that we were into September, it was getting slightly more comfortable, but its Nashville which meant it was still summer for another month or so. I got dressed in my shorts and a decent shirt and grabbed my backpack to head out for my classes. When I rounded the corner to go into the building, there was Jai.
"So, Ted? That dude you were with...is he your boyfriend?" he asked.
"Yeah, that's my Bernie" I answered, thinking about the events of last night.
"He's okay, but I wouldn't have picked him as being your type" Jai said, semi-judgmentally.
"What do you mean?" I prodded.
"Well, he's kind of a jock and big-time social. I pegged you for more of a homebody type" he said.
"You know what they say...opposites attract" I said, shrugging my shoulders. He looked more than a bit skeptical.
"Yeah...for a while. Look, if anything happens, just remember your buddy Jai" he said with a Mona Lisa smile. I didn't really know how to react to that, so I just started into the building.
I wasn't feeling all that great early in the day and around lunchtime I started throwing up. I skipped my afternoon classes and when I got into 308 Bernie was in the bed and he looked kind of green around the gills too. We took turns running to vomit and I put a call into the drugstore to have some Kaopectate delivered. The only thing we could figure is the picnic sandwiches had given us food poisoning. The Kaopectate helped, but there was definitely not going to be any hanky-panky. Bernie did ask me to come lay with him but it was just for moral support for both of us. We slept nearly 12 hours. Unbelievable to me, I was being pulled out of bed again; 5:15 on the dot. We were still going to keep our routine apparently. We started out and I noticed that Bernie was slower than usual, we made it about a mile before he stopped to puke again, which set me off too. By the time we got to the gym, we were actually feeling a little better, I guess the purge stops we made on the way emptied all the poisons out of our bodies. Even so, the workout was about half the regular duration and no pool laps after. We limped back to the dorm and collapsed on the bed again. I got a text from my professor asking why I missed class today. I told him about our food poisoning and he texted me back the class homework assignment. We stayed in bed through lunch and I got up and started trying to catch up my homework while Bernie was still recuperating. I got done and went to the bathroom to clean off the sick smell and sweat. I was about to get out when Bernie stepped in so I stayed and helped him get clean. The sickness seemed to have hit him worse than me. Back in the room he worked on his homework for about an hour, then laid back down again.
I decided to go out for a walk while he was sleeping. I left him a note before I went out. I wandered around and finally just sat on a bench taking in the afternoon sun. I zoned out and kind of started falling asleep when a chunky blonde guy came up and sat with me. I looked over at him; he was like me, a few pounds overweight, hairy with that three-day beard and gold curls coming over his shirt collar, and he had ice blue eyes.
"You were at the picnic yesterday" he said. Not an accusation; just an acknowledgement.
"Yeah" I said.
"Terry" he said, offering his hand. We shook and I could tell he was really checking me out.
"The guy I was with...that was my boyfriend" I said.
"Yeah, for now" he replied smiling.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"He's a jock. As soon as he gets in a frat, they'll coerce him to move into another dorm with his jock friends. At first you guys will try to make it work, then you'll drift apart. You don't fit in with those people. There'll be an argument and you'll end up moving out. He'll get more involved with his jock circle and I'll bribe somebody to get assigned as your roomie. After a brief courtship, I'll scoop you up, and inside five years we'll be married" he said quite confidently.
"Well, Terry, that's some imagination you have there" I said laughing but in the back of my mind I was imagining being in a kitchen wearing nothing but an apron with him bending me over the table and fucking the daylights out of me.
"You're already picturing it" he said.
"I've got to go" I said.
"See you in class Friday. Look two rows up on the other side of the room. Later!" he said as he got up and left me with my now disturbing thoughts. First Jai, now this jackwagon. Hell, maybe Bernie was just my starter boyfriend. It seemed like everybody got the notice but us. I sat submersed in my thoughts for a while, then got up and went back to the room. Bernie was still in bed, but at least now he was sitting up working on his homework. I was still seeping in my thoughts and inadvertently staring at him.
"What?" he said when he noticed me.
"Nothing" I said. A couple of minutes later..." have you figured out what you're going to do about rush?"
"Not really. I wouldn't mind the support you get when you're in a frat but...I don't know. How about you?" he asked.
"I have no interest in being in a frat. Way too social for me" I said.
"Yeah, I figured that. Still, even if I do join, we can still be roomies" he said. In my mind Terry's story was a movie on loop.
I didn't say anything else I pulled out my books and applied myself. Every time my mind wandered off the subject I had ice-blue eyes staring at me in my mind.
Friday morning, I actually woke up close to 5:15. There was no need to drag me out of bed. We went through our routine, I only had to stop twice and at the gym I was killing it. Bernie was very pleased. We showered and got dressed for class and went our separate ways. I walked in and took my seat by Jai and felt compelled to look two rows up toward the opposite side of the room. There he was; those eyes staring back at me. I looked away quickly and found something to talk to Jai about until the professor began. As soon as class was out, I went outside and stood looking across the campus. Large hands found their way onto my shoulders and started massaging me.
"Wow, you are so tense" came the voice I knew to be Terry.
"Not really" I said, trying to make myself not enjoy the attention I was getting from him.
"Fooled me" he said. He shoved something in my pocket and walked away saying "It's going to happen."
I pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket; it had a phone number on it. I was a very strange mixture of pissed off and turned on all at the same time. Jai walked up right after.
"That guy is trouble" he said. "Sex on the hoof, but trouble."
"He's got you doubting your relationship, doesn't he" Jai said.
"You as much as said the same things he's saying" I said.
"Yeah. But I'm not actively trying to break you up. If it happens, it happens. Terry Ballard, on the other hand, is a semi-professional relationship wrecker" he told me. "I know you didn't ask my advice, but stay away from him." We walked to Psych class in silence, my thoughts bouncing all over my mind.
I'll openly admit I wasn't paying much attention in class, I was hiding my phone and searching for Terry Ballard on Facebook. Jai caught me and said I should search Terrence J. Ballard instead. Boom! There he was. I clicked on his photos and found one with him in a speedo. It looked like a build a bear, swimsuit model edition. He was hairier than me, and when I zoomed in on the speedo, he was lacking that well-defined ridge that cut guys have so I figured he might be uncut like me. I caught myself fantasizing; I was getting way too interested in `the relationship wrecker'. He must have had one of those apps that told him who was looking at his profile; a Facebook Messenger window popped up.
Well, well. Look who's poking around. Don't forget what curiosity did to the cat.
I didn't answer.
Hope you enjoy the one of me in the speedo. Want to see it uncovered?
I quickly shut down Facebook and tuned back into the class, my face slightly red. Jai looked at me with an `I told you so' look. Consciously, I was telling myself nothing would come of this infatuation with Mr. Ballard. Subconsciously, I was building up justifications in my mind; we weren't in a committed relationship, one time wouldn't hurt, need to sew wild oats, etc.
I said goodbye to Jai after class and went to find something to eat before my afternoon classes. I wandered around and ended up at some place called San Antonio Taco Co. I ordered a couple of tacos and a drink and went to sit down, still lost in my hormonal thoughts. I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt the big hands massaging my shoulders again, just like this morning. He came around and sat down in the chair next to me. In the heat of the day, I could just smell his natural odor a little over the smell of his cologne or body spray; whatever it was. I took a bite of my taco and chewed as he bored those cold blue eyes into me.
"Are you stalking me?" I said between chews.
"Stalking is a very ugly word" he said, "Let's just say I saw you coming this way and I suddenly decided I wanted tacos."
"Look, man, you know I'm in a relationship, right?" I said meekly. He took my left hand and turned it over with his.
"I don't see a ring or anything, so you're not in a serious one" he said with that fucking Mona Lisa smile. His touch was making my shorts tight; I had to move a little to allow things to settle down one leg of my shorts. You can rest assured he didn't miss that.
"Your jock fuck-buddy acquaintance has an out-of-town soccer game this coming Thursday. I'll be at Starbucks from 10 till 11 that morning. That should give you plenty of time to make up your mind. You won't regret meeting up with me...I promise" he said very softly in a voice dripping with sexual tension. I didn't say anything, I just stared at him and took another bite of my taco. When he got up to walk away, I could see the front of his jeans was kind of bumped out in the zipper area. I finished my lunch quickly and made my way back to the campus to finish out my day. When I got back to the dorm that afternoon Bernie was sitting at his desk working on homework. He mumbled hi, I said hi back, then I settled in to try to actually read the material I'd skipped over while my mind was in horny oblivion all day today. I made it through everything in about two hours. When I looked at my phone it was 7:15.
"You want to go get some dinner?" I asked in Bernie's direction.
"Sure" he said, "Got anywhere in mind."
"Not really" I said.
"How about Martin's" he asked.
"Sure, barbecue sounds good" I said.
Sitting at the table, waiting for our food to arrive, Bernie said "You got something on your mind? You seem distracted."
"No, not really. Just tired I guess" I lied. He shrugged and started surfing the internet on his phone. The food came out about 15 minutes later. By the time we got back to the dorm it was almost 9:00.
Inside, behind the locked door, Bernie dropped to his knees, lifted my shirt and stuck his tongue into my hairy belly button and kind of ate it out. When he saw the affect that was having, he pulled my shirt over his head and went up to suck my right nipple. I could hear him huffing the fragrance coming from my pit. I grabbed the shirt by the collar and pulled it over my head and threw it into my dirty clothes basket. He moved up and started rubbing his nose in my underarm and licking it while simultaneously fumbling to unbutton my shorts; a task my dick was making hard because of the way it was straining against my zipper to get out. I decided to try something on him that turned me on, I leaned in and sucked his ear lobe into my mouth gently, then circled the outside of his ear gently with my tongue. It was as if his clothes just disappeared, they came off so fast. We fell onto my bed grinding our cocks into each other until I sat up on top of him and took both our dicks together and began jacking them with both hands. I wasn't sure about Bernie, but I was getting close to popping. I sped up my stroking and in about two minutes I started shooting all over his dick and stomach. Then, using my cum for lube, I intensified my stroking on him and watched as he shot a glob onto his chin, then all down his torso; the last burble he rubbed all over my cock, mixing both our juices together.
"What a fucking mess" I said laughing.
"Worth it" he said, reaching over and pulling my recently discarded shirt out of the basket to use as a cum rag. We skipped the shower for tonight and just got in our separate beds and went to sleep.
It had to be the middle of the night by now and I was dreaming. I was standing in Starbuck's bathroom with my pants around my ankles while Terry was fucking the piss out of me. Literally. He was fucking me so hard; I was literally dripping piss. That sensation made me wake up and I reached down in a panic and felt a couple of drops of piss on the bed. I jumped up and pulled on my shorts over my hard dick to make a bathroom run. A few minutes later I climbed back into bed in my shorts; just in case something happened again. God, Ted, you are so fucked up I thought to myself as I drifted off again.
Lambodara 11/17/21
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