Bernie and the Bear Chapter 5
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Chapter Five
Mirage
Waking up with a hard dick pinned under you for so long its begun to ache it not the most pleasant way to wake up. I got up and pulled on my running clothes, made a quick stop for a piss, then out for my daily routine. Before I knew it, I'm at the gym and it felt like only seconds later I was walking into Starbucks again. I ordered a Grande Café Misto same as last time, sat in the corner near the restroom as requested and waited. When Terry came in, the difference was night and day from the last time I saw him here. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a Tom Baker Dr. Who tee shirt; he wasn't trying to impress anybody unless they were a geek. He didn't case the room as he walked in; he just went straight up and ordered his coffee and came and stopped at my table.
"Hey! Fellow student. Mind if I sit here?" he asked.
"No, have a seat" I said playing along.
Without the character he portrayed all the time causing me irritation, I was actually enjoying talking with him. We talked about our favorite bands, favorite books, which shows we liked. Who would have pinned him for a Downton Abbey fan? Eventually, the conversation made it around to sex. In hushed voices we told each other about our first crushes and more sordid stuff. I mentioned that I thought Bernie liked me because I was a bear.
"But, you're not a bear" he told me.
"What? I'm a hairy gay guy. Bear, right?" I asked.
"You're less hairy than I am and at the bars they consider me a cub at the most" he said, "honestly, you don't have the mindset of a bear. Old Terry, who you made clear you didn't like, had more of the bear attitude. No, Ted. If I had to put you in a category, it would be more of a fuzzy twink kind of thing. Especially since you've been losing weight and toning up." His hand started to reach toward my bicep, but he drew it back as soon as he realized he was about to cross a line. "Sorry, I've been doing it so long..." I nodded and took a sip of my coffee.
"Well, then, who would you consider to be a bear?" I asked.
"There's a guy on your boyfriend's soccer team named Victor, a Spanish guy, like actually from Spain...he's hairy as fuck" he said, "and he seems to have the right attitude from what I've heard."
"Oh, really?" I asked, I'd never hear Bernie say anything about this Victor guy.
"Yeah, I used to go watch their practices just to ogle Victor and check out how his junk flopped around in those thin shorts" he said, seemingly lost in thought.
He snapped out of his reverie and out of the blue said "By the way, you smell good this morning."
"Good?" I said, sniffing myself "I smell like the inside of a gym locker."
"One man's trash, another man's treasure" he said, his eyes sparkling. "Some people like that kind of thing."
We chatted a little more about various kinks and things that were causing my shorts to feel tight. Then, ten minutes later, after checking the time on his phone, he said he had to go and asked if we could get together again some time. I'd genuinely enjoyed the time with him, so I said sure.
I went on with my usual `down day' activities. I worked on homework, did some laundry, etc. I actually took a nap around 3:00 o'clock and when I woke up, I decided I'd go meet the soccer bus coming back from their away game. I was already about half the way there, when Bernie texted me saying they were running late and it would be around 10 before he got in. Since I was already out, I decided I'd still walk over toward the field and enjoy the sundown and an early evening walk. From a distance I could see there was a bus there. I wondered which team it was. As far as I knew the only active teams right now were soccer and baseball. The closer I walked, the less those looked like baseball players; they all had on matching shorts. That's when I saw Bernie. He was sitting on the bleachers with a big hairy guy's arm wrapped around his shoulders. He lied to me was all that was going through my mind in that moment. I side-stepped behind a tree to see what was going on. Maybe it's all just innocent, but if that's the case, why did he lie to me? I felt my stomach turn when I saw Bernie stick his arm under the guy's shirt to rub his chest and then lift himself up to kiss the guy. I watched seething as the big guy stood and pulled Bernie up and the two of them walked toward Morgan House with the tall, dark and hairy guy's hand inside the waistband of Bernie's shorts.
I kind of stumbled away from the tree with tears of anger coming to my eyes. I kept thinking about his text saying he wouldn't be home till 10 tonight. Well, now I knew why. It was still only about 5pm. I needed to talk to somebody. I started to call Jai, but I felt like I couldn't really trust him right now. This kind of stuff was too personal to talk to my family about. I ended up calling Terry again. He could tell I was upset and told me I should come over; his roommate had gone home for a few days due to a family emergency. I changed directions and went toward his dorm.
I'd only been there a few minutes before I spilled the whole story. Terry asked me what the mystery guy looked like. I told him he was probably a couple of inches taller than Bernie, dark hair, hairy arms and stomach from what I could tell. He said it sounded like Victor. He said Victor did stay in Morgan House, too. My eyes started misting up again. Terry asked if I needed a hug. I said "definitely." We sat together like that for a while, with his arm around me. As angry as I was over Bernie; I couldn't help but smell the pheromones coming off of Terry. When he ditched his bad-boy act today, that included leaving off the body spray. That was allowing his natural scent to come through and it was awesome. He locked eyes with me and started to stroke my face, I nodded my consent. His touch felt electric. It could have been because I was emotionally fucked up, but it didn't feel that way. Almost before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed his head and pulled him toward me. I ran my tongue across the stubble surrounding his lips before diving in to tongue wrestle with him. He seemed unsure what to do at first.
"Sorry, nobody's ever wanted to kiss me before" he whispered.
He was a pretty fast learner; we went at it for a long while. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him adjust himself so that his lump was now a cylinder running parallel to his thigh. It didn't look all that long but it had some girth to it. It was really hot in here.
"Hey, is it okay if I take this shirt off?" I asked.
"No, I was thinking about doing that myself" he said.
We stood up and I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the couch. He started pulling his off and my mind put the whole thing in slow motion. First his chubby belly appeared, covered with a wide swath of golden-brown hair. The width reduced as it approached his sternum, but them spread out again across his chest. As he pulled it over his head, I took mental snapshots of the forest of hair under his arms. Fuck, he was hot as fire. He turned to hang the shirt over a chair and I could see the dusting of hair on his back. It wasn't a solid hair shirt or anything but definitely something to run one's hands over. Just above the waistband of his shorts was another big patch on of hair that disappeared into his shorts. We sat back down and now, without the layer of cover, his scent was completely intoxicating me. I pushed his arm up and took a whiff.
"Who's crossing lines now?" he asked, "You're a kinky boy, aren't you?"
My answer was when I started fumbling with the button on his shorts. He pushed my hands away.
"Are you sure you wanna go there?" he asked. Am I being too aggressive? I thought to myself. Then, the thought of Victor's hairy hand in the back of Bernie's shorts resurfaced and I looked at Terry and nodded. He sat back and put his arms behind his head, giving me complete access. I went back to my task of unbuttoning, unzipping and then pulling off his shorts.
"You're sure your roomie is gone?" I asked.
"Till late Sunday" he rasped as my fingers gripped the waistband of his boxer briefs. He lifted his ass and I threw the undergarment on the chair with the rest of his clothes. His dick popped up; I estimated it to be around 6 to 6 ½ inches, it was thick enough to be a challenge to swallow but I intended to give it a try. I ducked down and took one of his balls in my mouth. The spicy smell of his crotch made goosebumps rise on my arms. It looked as if he may have trimmed his bush at some point but it was still pretty thick. I slid his foreskin back and licked all around the glans before taking about half his cock into my mouth. I became aware that he was frantically trying to get my shorts off, so I stood up and kicked all my bottom clothing off to the side. We dropped into a 69 position on the couch and I moaned as I felt his nose burying itself in my pubes. He may have not been experienced anal sex, but he sure knew what he was doing with his mouth. Across the room in my shorts pocket, I could hear my phone ding with a test message. I pulled out of Terry and went to see what it was. I sat back on the sofa and pulled up the text. It was from Bernie letting me know the bus broke down and he wouldn't be back until in the morning. I threw the phone back on top of the pile of clothes.
"Do you have any condoms?" I asked Terry. You should have seen the look on his face.
"Uh, no. But Rich might...let me check" he said and he practically ran to the desk across the room and rummaged in the drawers.
"Lifestyles Ultra Sensitive" he said. I gave him the thumbs up. "How about some lube?" I asked.
Back to the drawer. In the back he found an almost used up container of Astroglide.
"Perfect" I said. He came back and laid the items between us on the futon.
"How do you want me?" he asked.
"I want you eating my ass and getting me ready" I told him.
"Do what?" he asked, eyes going wide as saucers.
"You'll have to loosen me up before you fuck me, you can't just dive in" I said.
"I'm fucking you??" he said.
"You're the one who needs to lose his virginity" I said.
"I don't know what to do..." he said.
"I'll teach you" I said.
After probably twenty minutes of eating my ass and fingering me he had three of his thick fingers in my ass twisting. I figured I was as ready as I'd ever be. I put just a little of the lube on his glans and rolled the tight-fitting condom onto him. Thick as he was, I had him lay on his back so I could control the entry. That turned out to be a moot point; when I got the head in, I lost my balance and slammed all the way down to his thighs, impaling myself in one motion.
"Don't. Move. Stay. Completely. Still." He said, trying to keep from filling up the condom immediately.
I sat very still, letting him cool down while letting my hole adjust too. My sphincter was telling me loud and clear that he was thicker than Bernie. He started moving, almost imperceptibly, then started pushing up a little harder. I eased up onto my knees giving him room to pump. He was kind of clumsy at first, but soon nature took over and he set up a good rhythm. Once he got his confidence up, I rolled us over so I was on my back and grabbed one of the pillows on the futon and pulled it under my ass. He started going again, only this time he was gliding over my prostate every time he stroked. The fullness of his thick cock was really making me feel good, I was already feeling like I might cum. His speed was increasing and I could smell when his deodorant started losing the battle. I pulled his face down to me and we kissed as his cock drove in and out of my ass.
"I'm gonna cum!!" he yelled as he banged me extra hard six or seven times then jammed himself all the way in and held it there. My ass was so packed I could literally feel the pulses as his cock filled the condom. He sat up a little and started pulling on my dick and in less that a minute I emptied my balls all over my lower stomach. He didn't give a shit, he just collapsed on top of me smashing the cum into the hair on our stomachs. We rolled onto our sides and he stayed lodged inside me until he started softening and my ass pushed him out. I was impressed by the amount of cum in the rubber; it looked like he had cum as much as I had. He was just laying there; his eyes locked onto mine and his fingers interlaced with my fingers.
"I think I love you" he said slightly louder than a whisper.
"There's a difference between love and lust" I told him, "It was your first time, that's all."
"Maybe, but..." he let it go. "Hey, when we rest up, I want you to do me so I can feel that part of it."
"Okay" I said sleepily, "just give me about 20 minutes."
We nodded off and when I woke up and looked at my phone it said 11:28pm. I had classes tomorrow, so I extricated myself from his grip and started getting my clothes on. He woke up from me moving around and watched me.
"I wanted you to make love to me" he whined.
"Maybe next time" I said.
"There's going to be a next time? Awesome!" he said, yawning.
Honestly, I wasn't sure about anything at this point. I wasn't ready to acknowledge it but I had felt some kind of connection with him. I was going to have to confront Bernie at some point. I felt like events in my life were spinning out of my control. I tied my shoes and stood up to leave before he jumped up and wrapped his big hairy arms around me again, inundating me with his pheromones. He kissed me very gently and stroked my hair. My whole body broke out in goosebumps.
"Please come back" he said softly.
"I've got a lot of thinking to do. When I figure things out, you'll be among the first to know. That's all I can promise for now" I said. I walked out and he stood in the open door until I started down the stairs.
308 was pitch dark; I hadn't expected to be out this long. I turned on a light and looked at Bernie's empty bed. I got angry knowing he was out fucking another guy. Then I got angry at myself for fucking another guy. Finally, I sat down on the bed and broke into tears from both anger and misery. It was 12:20. I at least had to try to get some sleep before tomorrow. I turned off the lamp and stretched out on the bed, still fully dressed. Despite my thoughts running in circles around my brain, my exhaustion won over and I passed out.
I made a point to get up and do my workout. When I started doing that stuff with Bernie, I was mostly doing it for Bernie. Now, it had become part of my own routine. It was making me look and feel better so I didn't intend to let it lapse. I was about 10 minutes into my run when I saw them up ahead. I knew Bernie's weird gait and I could tell from the size that it was fucking Victor with him. I slowed my pace to let them get ahead and then I changed my route a little to avoid them. I was trying to figure out how I'd handle the gym; no avoiding them there. I finally decided to skip the gym this morning and add onto my run. After a big circle of about an extra 2 miles I got back to the dorm with just enough time to shower and get out to my first class.
Everything seemed to have changed overnight. I went in the class and sat on one side by myself, not wanting a third degree from Jai. After my morning classes, I just went to the Munchie Mart and got something and ate outside under the trees. I was afraid I'd run into somebody I knew anywhere else.
I was dreading the end of my last class today. I wasn't looking forward to what I had waiting for me. I hate conflict and I was almost tempted to just pretend nothing ever happened; but I knew it wasn't going to just go away. I took the long way home back to the dorm. When I got there, Bernie wasn't there and from what I could tell he hadn't been there since I left. I sat at my desk and tried to finish my homework but I was so distracted I wasn't really getting very far with it. I went back out around 6:30 and got a lite dinner. As I was eating, I got a text from Jai telling me he was sorry but he'd had to go home this weekend so he'd see me late Sunday or Monday morning. I asked him where he was. He said at the hospital with his mom.
On the way home I made a detour by Morgan House. I sat on the ground in the dark and watched until Victor and Bernie walked up and went inside. This time I didn't cry. I just got up and started walking back to the dorm. I started to call Terry but changed my mind. Then I thought about calling Jai but changed my mind again. I finally took a deep breath and called JJ; he was totally confused but glad to hear from me. I eased into it, but began to tell him everything that had happened. I felt kind of bad for laying all of my problems on him, but he helped me come to some important decisions. We finally hung up close to midnight; for the first time in years my little brother told me he loved me before hanging up. My next call was the one JJ helped me decide; I dialed up Terry.
"Hey, did I wake you up?" I asked.
"No, it's Friday night. What's up?" he asked.
"I think I'd like to come over if you don't mind. I don't feel like being alone" I said.
"There is a God" I heard him whisper to himself, then quickly to me he said "Sure, I'd really like to see you again."
"I'm not feeling very sexy right now" I warned him.
"From the tone of your voice, I'd say you need somebody to hold you" he said.
"See you in ten minutes" I said, I put my earbuds in and listened to NIN Ruiner on the way. Suddenly Trent Reznor seemed to be the sound track for my life.
Lambodara 11/19/21
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