Date: Thu, 04 Apr 2013 20:30:04 -0400 From: Max Roberts Subject: Max's Older Bears - Part 2 - Counselor's House This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. This story is for adults only. If you are under 18, please exit this page immediately. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. The author welcomes comments or suggestions at MaxRoberts@usa.com. Max Roberts A couple days passed, and my mind was still on Mr. Wilson. I'd always been attracted to big older men and now that I'd had my hands and mouth on one I wanted more, but I wasn't sure what to do. Eventually, I got up my courage, went to the guidance office, and asked to see Mr. Wilson. The secretary asked me what it was about so I told her I needed to talk about college applications. Really, I just needed an excuse to see the sexy bear guidance counselor. The secretary called Mr. Wilson and then told me to go right in. I walked into Mr. Wilson's office and when I saw him sitting there, I immediately got hard. He noticed, gave a slight nod to my crotch and said, "Max, why don't you close the door and have a seat." As soon as I closed the door, Mr. Wilson asked, in a quiet voice, "You haven't told anyone about the other day, have you?" I told him I'd kept our secret, but couldn't stop thinking about him and asked if we could fool around some more. Mr. Wilson got a concerned look on his face. "Well, Max, I hope you understand, but I can't risk doing that anymore here. It was reckless and I could get in trouble." "I understand that," I said, "but what if it wasn't here? I really liked it and I promise not to tell anyone." He didn't say anything at first so I just sat there looking at him with my young cock straining the confines of my jeans. After a minute of silence Mr. Wilson said, "I have an idea. I need some help with some yard work and it wouldn't look strange to have a young guy helping me out. You could come by this weekend and help me with my yard work. That would give us a reason to get together away from school." "That would be great," I said. "I'm happy to help you out with your yard work and more." Then Mr. Wilson suggested we talk about college applications for a bit to get me thinking about something else so I wouldn't have a huge tent in my jeans when I went back out past the secretary. The next couple of days of waiting were torture. All I could think about was going to Mr. Wilson's house, getting him naked and feeling his big hairy body and sucking his thick cock. I thought about the kiss he gave me and how sexy his mouth looked with that gray mustache. I thought about how he smelled which is how it all got started in the first place. I was perpetually hard. Finally Saturday came and I rode my bike over to Mr. Wilson's house. He was already outside working in the yard. Though I was disappointed that we weren't starting off with other things, the view looked pretty good. He was bent over pulling some weeds. That big butt I'd had my tongue in a few days before was stretching his shorts to the limit and I good see the straps from a jock underneath. The tank top he wore showed off his hairy arms and you could see some of that graying hair on his chest and back. He had work boots and white socks on, too. I'd never pictured Mr. Wilson this way, but it was turning me on. I said, "Hi, Mr. Wilson," and he turned and smiled at me. "Hi there, Max," he said, "I went ahead and got started, but I'm glad you're here to help. The mower's over there. Why don't you start on the grass while I work on these weeds?" I suppose I knew that there'd be actual yard work, and I guess we couldn't just grab each other in the yard, but I was much more interested in something besides cutting grass. Still I got to it. I mowed the lawn. He pulled weeds. Then together we trimmed some bushes and small trees. Finally, Mr. Wilson said, "I think that's enough for today. Would you like to come in and cool off a bit?" Of course I jumped at the offer. Once inside his house, he offered to get me a soda and suggested maybe a shower was in order since we were all sweaty. He led me to the bathroom and started to undress tossing his tank top, shorts, and socks on the floor. I guess I was just staring at this gorgeous bear of a man with my mouth wide open because he had to nudge me and say "do you just want to look or do you want to join me in the shower." I threw my clothes off as fast as I could. Mr. Wilson adjusted the water, tossed his jock on the pile of clothes and we got into the shower. It was a little crowded in the shower for two, but that suited me fine. We were face to face and Mr. Wilson put his strong hairy arms around me and pulled me into a bear hug. I pushed my face into his chest and just inhaled his scent. I was already hard and I could feel his cock growing against me. He took my face in both hands, pulled my lips to his and gave me a deep kiss, probing my mouth with his tongue. I loved the way his mustache tickled a little, and as I pushed my tongue in his mouth and explored, I felt myself just melt into him. Mr. Wilson pulled back, grabbed a bar of soap and said, "Let's get you all clean now." He started rubbing the soap all over my chest, under my arms, and up and down each arm. Then he knelt down and soaped up each leg. The sensation of having this hot mature man rubbing my whole body was almost too much. He handed me the soap and told me to wash my face. When I did, I felt him maneuver himself behind me. While I rinsed my face in the shower spray, he took the soap and started soaping my back. Then he went lower and ran the soap between my ass cheeks and as he did, he ran a thick finger against my hole. I moaned and he said, "I think you must like that, Max." Then he reached around and soaped up my cock and balls. He jerked my soaped up cock while probing at my hole with his finger. I thought I would explode, but before I did, he released my cock. Still, he didn't let up at my hole and slowly pushed that thick finger in. What a wonderful feeling that was. I pushed back with my ass so he started fucking my ass with his finger. Then, as I was really getting into it, he stopped and said, "time to clean me up." Mr. Wilson handed me the soap and I repeated the washing routine he did on me. His hairy body felt so nice to touch and looked extra sexy all wet. When I got to cleaning his ass, I stuck my finger in, just as he'd done to me. Mr. Wilson bent forward and said, "maybe there's something else you'd like to put in there." I couldn't believe my hot, chubby, hairy guidance counselor wanted me to fuck him. I stood up, and aimed my cock at his hole. He said, "just push it in slow and stop when you get all the way in so I can get used to it." When my cock entered his ass I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. It felt warm and tight and it took everything I had not to cum right then. I don't know how I got the control, but I pushed all the way in without shooting. "Oh, Mr. Wilson, I'm all the way in and it feels so good I could almost cum." "Hold it right there then, my boy, and don't move til that feeling passes. I want your first fuck to be more than one stroke." So I held it there, my cock in Mr. Wilson's hairy soapy ass, my arms around his waist feeling his belly, and the warm shower spray coming down on us. When I thought I could, I started pumping my cock in and out of his bear hole. As wonderful as it was for me, he must have liked it too. "That's it, Max," he said, "fuck my ass good. You're hitting all the right spots. You're a natural. Do it faster, Max. Harder." I did, but it was more than I could handle. I groaned loudly as the best orgasm of my life washed over me. Shot after shot of cum pumping out of my cock and into my handsome guidance counselor's ass. "Yeah, Max. Shoot your load into me. I can feel you cumming deep inside me." Mr. Wilson pulled forward off my cock which was still rock hard, turned around and kissed me passionately. "Let's rinse off and continue in the bedroom," he said. "If that hard cock is any indication, I bet you can keep going." After we rinsed off, Mr. Wilson turned off the water and reached for the towel. Realizing he only had one there, he said, "sorry, I forgot to grab another towel before we showered. Let me dry off really quickly and I'll then I'll get you a towel." When he left the bathroom, I saw his jock sitting there on his pile of dirty clothes. I couldn't resist. I picked it up and pulled it to my face and inhaled. It smelled so good. First in his office with his socks and now in his bathroom with the jock, I felt intoxicated by his scent. I had my eyes closed enjoying the jock when I heard Mr. Wilson say, "so you like a sweaty, smelly, jock, do you?"I opened my eyes and he was standing there naked, holding a towel with his thick cock fully hard and those big balls hanging there. "You just smell so good," I said. He tossed me the towel and said, dry yourself off and come with me to the bedroom. Bring the jock - and grab my sweaty socks, too. When we got to the bedroom, Mr. Wilson told me to stand on the side of the bed. He lay down with his head hanging off the side, grabbed my legs and pulled me to him. Then he took my hard cock guided it toward his mouth and said, "You fucked my ass, now fuck my face." Watching my cock slide past that mustache and into his mouth was hot. I'm glad I had just cum because it gave me a little more staying power. Mr. Wilson worked my cock down his throat, his lips all the way at the base of my cock, held it there, and I swear it felt like he was trying to swallow my cock. His hands were on my ass pulling me into him. When he let up pressure I pulled out and he slid down a bit and started licking my balls. My balls, I guess, are sensitive and it caused me to scoot forward and that's when I felt his tongue at my hole. I never imagined anyone, let only this mature hunk of hairy man would be licking my hole, but it was incredible. I wanted to feel his tongue deep in there so I pushed him up all the way onto the bed, climbed on and squatted right down on his face. We were both moaning as he rimmed my hole and probed as deeply as he could with his tongue. "Oh, Mr. Wilson, that feels great," I said. "You can keep licking me if you want, but I really wish you'd fuck my virgin hole." Mr. Wilson pushed me up a bit off his face and said, "If you're sure that's what you want, let's do it. And I have an idea that I think you'll like. How about if I fuck you while you wear my sweaty jock and socks?" What a great idea putting my cock where his had been most of the day and knowing his sweat and scent were covering my feet and my balls. While I pulled his jock and socks on, he pulled a bottle of lube out of his nightstand. I laid back and he coated my hole and then his cock. He said, "It may hurt a little. When it does, tell me and I'll hold still til you adjust." I was a little worried. Even though Mr. Wilson's cock was only average in length, it was very thick. He put his cock against my hole and said, "breathe and push out." I did and I was surprised how easily it slipped in. I felt a little twinge of pain and he asked, "are you okay? Does it hurt." I told him I was okay and it hurt a little. He just held still and after a few seconds the pain went away. "I'm good," I said. "Fuck me Mr. Wilson." And he did. He started with slow strokes and every time he pushed in I felt the most amazing feeling which I know now is him rubbing against my prostate. "That feels awesome, fuck me harder please, Mr. Wilson." So he did. I was looking up at this hairy bear of a man while his cock was pounding my ass. His big chest and belly all covered in manly graying hair jiggling a bit as he moved. And there I was gazing on that handsome and kind face with a look of ecstasy on it. I was making him feel that good. "Oh, Max, this feels great. And you must be feeling okay, too. I can see your pre-cum leaking into my jock." Then he reached down, stuck his hand inside the jock and rubbed his finger over my cock head, getting it all covered in my pre-cum. He pulled his hand back and stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking on it and moaning, "mmmm." The next batch of pre-cum on his finger went in my mouth. He told me to reach up and play with his nipples. That made him moan more and feeling his hairy chest was getting me hotter. I wasn't even touching myself, but I could feel myself about to cum. "Mr. Wilson, I'm gonna cum again," I screamed. "Go ahead, Max. Cum and I'll come with you." So I did. I filled his jock with my cum. He pulled out of my ass, aimed his cock and the jock and added his cum. Then he fell down on the bed, pulled me to him, and kissed me while I cuddled up to him. Once we'd both come down from our orgasms, he said, "Remember Max. You can't tell anyone or I could get in trouble." I promised him I wouldn't tell. He said, "you're a good boy, Max, and sexy too." When I got dressed, I kept Mr. Wilson's jock and socks on. He noticed, but didn't say anything. As I rode my bike home I could feel our mixed cum in the jock and I knew I had a souvenir to treasure.