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RiNG DaNG DoO 10
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Dead silence paralleled the arrival of morning, streams of rectangular light beaming through thin wooden shutters. Last night the bedroom was ablaze with sounds from the club, but this morning all the glamour had dissipated, turned from the boom-boom-boom of the DJ's turntables to a quiet, as Ari awakes. His ears `hurt' from the silence, with expectancy or waking with music still drumming up from the floorboards, vibration through the springs of the bed.
Second, he becomes aware of, "What the hell?"
Encased in a pair of furry arms, he turns his head to see where they are attached, coming face to face with a scruffy beard. Even though the heavy, muscular, bicep-laden arms make him feel like a prisoner, as he turns in them for release, the furry forearms open their grip as if a button did the unlocking.
"Mmhm-mmm," Aksel renders, falling over on his back without waking, more of a gentle stirring.
"You awake?" Ari asks. Detecting otherwise, "I guess not!"
Both pivoted under a sheet, Ari knew `he' was naked, but wondered of his bed-partner. Lifting, he spied upon Ring Dang Doo's lower anatomy. He smiled, seeing a stressed appearance to the bush surrounding, what was last night, a mighty shaft of man-meat.
Finishing his reconnaissance, Ari drops the sheet, smiling. His eyes traveling up RDD's bod, he gets flashbacks of what he did last night, till he looks upon pecs, "Oh my god! Did I do that?"
Last night, Ari couldn't recall much, except the pleasurable things which stuck out in his mind. Because he was still so affixed with how good it was sucking on RDD's meaty pecs, mouth cupped over the hairy left or right side, tongue playing with the pointy nubs, he smiled upon seeing them this morning, more pink than the natural tan.
Even though last night he had had more than a couple of beers, this morning he hadn't a hangover, rather lay there quite alert. Looking up at RDD's beautiful, bearded, peaceful face, down inside he felt a bit mischievous, laced with horny attitude. Pocketed in the right pit, he bent his lithe bod over the bear, giving a quick lick to the right pec!
Left with a calm breathing, it brought on disappointment, even though it felt hot to Ari, his tongue tasting the now rigid nub, an aftertaste of scraping over the wiry fur.
"Hmm-m," he pondered.
With a vendetta towards gaining more or a reaction, a smile came to the nineteen year old's face. This time, more than his tongue zeroed in on the right nub. Cupping his mouth over in wide circumference, Ari brought his lips together. Pressing his smile together, he gently kneaded the meaty nip.
"Umm," he drew little response from RDD and a repositioning of his bod, a movement of arms, grabbing up of the pillow behind his head.
Continuing his assault, Ari added his right thumb and finger, teasing the left nip.
"Mm-mm!" he got reaction, even though eyes remained closed.
"Faker!" Ari replies.
Both play the game, RDD moving his left arm from the cushy place behind his head, forcing Ari's right hand down under the sheet.
He then poses the question, "I dunno why I'm so attracted to your pecs, Ring?"
"Aksel," he corrects Ari.
"That your real name?" Ari asks.
Opening one eye, Aksel replies, "Are you serious?"
"About what?"
It is then concluded, "Must've been the beer."
His frame of bod, Ari lay half on, half off Aksel's bod. Withdrawing his hand from the cum-dried pubes, Ari parks it under his chin, elbow centering mid-chest. He admits, "Yeah, I guess I had more than my quota. So, this Axle, are you like a car mechanic, or what?"
Smiling, he replies, "Ak-sell, not Ax-ill. No `x' in the name."
After spelling it out for Ari, Ari replies, "Okay. I get it."
Strange thing for Aksel, all of the other times he's met with the occasional guy, when the light of day approached, either they were gone or on their way out. The only difference between Ari and all the others, last night was a first' for him, being on the getting' end. It did pique his interest, "That beer must've had `some' effect on you."
"Yeah," Ari replies. "I can't remember half the things that happened last night," he laughs it off.
"Oh really? Do you remember heaving my heavy calfs up on your shoulders? Do you remember wrapping your arms around my fat thighs and using them to drag my bod down the sheets in order to slam your cock into me?"
Unsure of the prelude to fucking Aksel, Ari replies, "Sort of, but of what I do remember is... Say, have you ever been fucked before?"
A toothy smile on Aksel's face, he replies, "It brings me pleasure even now, knowing you had a good time with my cherry-ass!"
"Really?" Ari says with glee and the thrill of it, which sent to sitting up on his knees. "I'm your first?"
Out of the atmosphere of his bouncer's job, Aksel could be quite the charming bear. His hand gently feeling for Ari's forearm, working his way down to the hand, finding it, he catapults Ari towards himself, chests slapping together, "Could be the one and only?"
The pec spots Ari found so nice and tasty, he uses as pivot points for his hands, doing an inverted pushup on his palms, "Um... I dunno."
Suddenly, the glamor of the amorous moment zipped out of Aksel's bod, him saying, "Oh. Okay," he let it go.
Realizing the disappointment, normally Ari would not care, figuring this a one night stand. Yet, something weird came over him, which he could not right out analyze the meaning, him feeling the disappointment as well, "I'm sorry," he lay his smooth chest down on the blanket of fur.
Aksel lay there, thinking, as Ari rested his head on his chest, his ear to his lungs as if listening intently to his breathing.
With suddenness, Ari speaks, "I don't know how this is going to go over with you, but I always hoped I would meet some guy who was hairy like you."
Taking a chance, Aksel, who had hoped more than the outside physique could be more than a quick draw, also toyed with the thought of why he let Ari in his back door. Moving his arms, he tried rectifying things, rubbing Ari's smooth back and saying, "In time you might discover there is more to me than a covering of fur, tasty nips and a tight ass?"
"It's always been hard for me to get close to anybody."
Realizing it could be their age difference, "I know we have ten years difference, but..."
"Nah, it's not the age thing," Ari replies," finally turning his head from facing Aksel's left bicep, to addressing his face, "I've just have had a tough time with people loving me, or lack of, and loving them back."
"So you play the field, hoping to catch the guy who will love you and not let you go?"
Tugging at him, Ari was getting the message, though wasn't sure, saying, "We have to give it time, okay?"
Not fully understanding it himself, Aksel having allowed Ari to take him on last night, because he sensed this was working out to something more than `hit and run' night, he should have been more than disappointed, perhaps even angry to the point of bouncing Ari out of the flat, but remained reserved, which told him this might not be the first and last time he's had his ass worked over.
"All the time in the world," Aksel replies, smiling.
As if Ari had read Aksel's mind, Ari says, "I hope you don't think this is the last time?"
He could have offered his thoughts, Aksel playing it up, "For?"
"I know it was a big sacrifice, like some guys, something holy, giving up your cherry, but..." he smiled and raised his brows, "I hope we can do this on a continuing basis?"
Aksel had mixed reaction, but in his thinking, Ari being immature, not knowing what he wanted, how different was he, hoping someday to snag his bear cub!
Suddenly Ari smile.
"What?"
"Wouldn't that get some balls twisted up the wrong way?"
"What?" Aksel asks again.
Using Aksel's chest as a podium to rest his arms, chin propped up on his folded knuckles, Ari replies, "How about going to my prom with me?"
"Prom?" Aksel asks, then thinking a second, "You mean like in `high school' prom?"
Awkwardly, Ari nods, `yes'.
"Big fat, hairy me with skinny little you?"
Pressing up from the cage of Aksel's arms, Ari adamantly says, "Hey, was it skinny little me who, last night, tugged on those big fat thighs and forced my man-thickness up your pea-hole?"
Remembering like it was yesterday - it was yesterday, Aksel replies, "Oh man did that fuckin' hurt. You could have shone a little mercy, you know?"
"Get off it, Axle," Ari shucks it, "we were both drunk and..."
"`You' were drunk and it's Ak-sell!"
"Whatevea... What I was trying to say..." However, the look on Aksel's face, "I forgot what I was saying. What was I saying?"
Throwing a hint to how he felt about another part of his bod, Aksel says, "Something about how awesome you liked my bearnips?"
Locking eyes, Ari's hands gravitated from the locked position under his chin, sliding down the hairy basketball court and as if memorizing where those `bearnips' were, singles them out with his thumbs.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h!" Aksel said, breaking off their long concentration of eye-to-eye contact.
Propped up a bit, Ari looks down between themselves. As Aksel had said, it was plain and clear, no doubt in his mind of the hairy-smooth factor, Aksel's chest hair bold and wiry, though a bit compressed from him lying on it, compared to his easy-to-see nips on his hairless teen pecs. He then gets the idea to try something a little kinky, lining his pecs up with Aksel's and using the bear's nips to stimulate his own.
"Oh-h?" came Aksel's reaction, placing his hands behind his head and like he's doing a crunch at the gym, looks forward.
"Failed!" Ari replies, laughing and dropping his chest, it not doing a thing for him.
Taking his hands from behind his head, Aksel sandwiches them in between their chests, "Looking for a little nip-action?"
"No," Ari replies, but not stopping the prying hands. "Owch!" Ari says when too much pressure is applied.
"Oh, you mean like this?" Aksel laughs, upon it popping into his head, `this could be fun!'
"Owch! No!" Ari says sitting up, which dislodged Aksel's big fingers and thumbs. "Oh my god! They're all pink!"
"Such a pretty pink at that!"
Unlike last night, Aksel lying there much of the time with his back plastered to the mattress, he made his move to reverse the positioning.
"What are you gonna do?" Ari asks, though responds with a trusting attitude, allowing Aksel to dethrone him, casting him lightly into the bed.
"Maybe come in your back door?" he tests Ari's reaction.
"I think not," Ari replies.
`Shot down,' it flies over Aksel's head, bringing up another idea. Since he was already provoked into getting hard, why shouldn't Ari be too, he thought, smiling as he got on all fours and hovered over the lad.
"What are you smiling at?" Ari asks, immediately, shoving the alps of his knees together.
Aksel responds, "I know you don't want to get fucked, okay?" Working a had in between the sloped legs he first finds resistance.
Relaxing his quads, Ari replies, "Okay, but don't get any bright ideas!"
Aksel had a lot of bright ideas, one for instance, wanted to cruise his tongue around that smooth chest. Too, in the past he's been the one lying there, some cub he's picked up in the club, working `him' over with a wet orifice. Strangely though, Aksel found his mouth watering for the tiny nubs.
"Wait!"
"What?" Aksel replies, his mouth open wide and ready to put a lid on Ari's teen pec.
"With your cock clunking against mine, it's kind of gotten me aroused. Do you think you can do me now and taste my nips later?"
Shaking his head made Ari him laugh, Aksel saying of it, "Kids!"
Second go around, Aksel knew what he was in for, going right to it. He felt excitement over giving the blow job, because like the first time around, Ari made it a comedy act, telling him stuff like working his tongue up and down the shaft, saying it felt good, but dictation following, which made him go way down on Ari, till the tip of the iceberg tickled his tonsils he no longer owned!
Ari knew how to get an extra bonus, reaching forwards and grabbing Aksel's pec-meat and wasn't disappointed, but rather proud of himself for finding out, if he mashed nips, it would cause an extra amount of vibration against his hard shaft.
He didn't say it last night, having his sneaky suspicions, but now, with the sunlight in the room and the ability to view his aggressor's face, Aksel looks up and says, "You think you got me where you want me, do you?"
"Yup!" Ari responds and making it a proving fact, takes Aksel's nips and works them wildly.
"Ow-w-wch! Oh! Oh! Oh!" he sits upright, ripping his nips out of Ari's grips. "My nips are so sore!"
Ari smiles.
"Are you some kind of sadist?" Aksel inquires, both his hands on his own hairy pecs, making an evaluation.
"Nope," Ari replies, parking his hands behind his head, "just giving you what you want!"
Aksel couldn't deny it, his loins still pulsing from the rough nip treatment, his smirk mellowing out into a smile.
"Am I right or am I right?"
"Hmm," Aksel replies, dropping his hands, bending over in doggie position and centering his head over Ari's pubes.
"That's good."
Aksel, about to go down, questions, "Huh?"
"Come," he says.
"Come?"
"Not come' like in semen come'. Come, like in jump in the sack next to me?"
He had it on his mind, thinking of how, all these years at the Bear & Grill', when it morphed into becoming Bear-Boozled' at night, taking on his bouncer duties, he's not once allowed a young dude to deal out orders like he was receiving now, but there's an exceptional to every rule!
"What?" he asks, lying there.
Picking up Aksel's right paw, he places it on his pubes, giving hint.
"Whatsamatter? Don't like my blowjobs?"
"I want to talk with you."
Assuming, Aksel says, "If this is about going to the prom, okay, I'll go with you."
"Nice," Ari replies, "but no. What I was wond'ring is, when I get situated at college this fall, instead of taking up residence in the dorm, thought maybe I could rent half of this bed?"
It shocked Aksel. All along, he figured they were going to have a fun day, Ari would be gone and that was it. Delighted to hear the news, "Does this mean you `like' my blowjobs?"
Turning on his side, Ari replies, "And these," he pokes Aksel in the nip!
Not leaving this one-sided, Aksel turns to face Ari, replying, "You can have them... They're yours, baby!"
"Yeah," he got a questioning reaction from Aksel, "I very much like your blowjobs, but tell me, do you tongue ass?"
Ari might have thought he had the upper hand, Aksel reverting back to renting half the bed, "It's a long term lease. Four years. Six, if you go to grad school."
"Six years of hot blow jobs? Hmm, don't know if my cock can take it."
"Your cock? What about my ass?"
"I thought you liked me plowing the fields?"
"I'm `not' talking agriculture here!"
"Okay. So next time I shove it in I'll use more than spit for lube and if you're going to be such a baby about it, I'll loosen up your tight pea-hole with my fingers!"
"More lube, but skip the fingers!"
Ari dares say, "Good thing the music was loud or else everybody would have picked up on your girlie screams!" He laughs.
"And how would you feel having your ass ripped open by some guy's fat cock?"
Pulling on his cock, Ari looks at it, saying, "Am I really that fat?"
"Five minutes ago it was, but since you rudely interrupted the hot blow job I was giving you..."
Trying to change the tide of Aksel's thinking, "Yeah, you are quite a good cocksucker. Have much practice?"
"Now and then." Jumping back and forth between subject matters, Aksel asks, "So. When do you want to move in?"
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