Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2011 11:54:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Billy Jaydee
Subject: Done with Women

Done with Women
 By BILLY JAYDEE

There was a bear in a class I taught, a perfect bear.

He had the dark, thick, well-trimmed beard you'd expect of a Spanish
conquistador.  The blush on his cheeks was like that of a corn-fed Midwest farm
boy who's just discovered the first hint of his latent sexual tendencies.

Thick, dark-brown hair covered his head and curlier, more richly colored hair
burst from his shirt collar.  His chest was broad and his body beefy. He carried
himself with the grace that belied the muscle beneath his flannel shirt. The
sweetest smile floated upon his face.

The lithe pixyish young woman sitting next to him was putty in his hands. He had
her giggling the whole time.  Oh, and he stood tall as I am.

It was an intimate class, only eight students and I. Each pair of pupils shared
one computer terminal. I leaned across his massive right shoulder leaving my
left hand on the back of his chair while showing him where to click the mouse
with my right. I pressed my body against his and patted him on the back when he
did a good job. That's the best way to start, isn't it? With a casual caress?

If his dark handsome features, his bodacious body, his killer smile and his
obvious charm weren't enough, there was one more endearing thing about Tim: he
was a young father.  He just started working here. He was recently divorced and
hadn't worked out the day-care thing. So, he'd brought his five-year-old son.
The boy colored at a small table across the room. He was well-behaved, but from
time to time burly Tim danced attendance on the small child. It was the cutest
thing.

I'm not from here either. I'd been here most of the week teaching six one-hour
classes each day. Tomorrow I was to fly home. I'm tall, hairy chested with a
touch a grey at the temples. I've been hit up a few times in my life and I know
the look. It is the same hungry look in Tim's brown eyes when he looked up to me
from time to time.  The class was over and I had only one thing on my mind,
packing up my handouts and drinking a cold one somewhere, hopefully with
Tim.  But his annoying skinny, flat-chested partner was plying me with "follow
up" questions. As I moved about picking up my supplies, with her in tow, I
noticed that Tim was packing up his son's crayons, one at a time.  Fortunately,
the female student's fiancé called on her cell and she reluctantly ran from the
room.

I strolled over to Tim, my chest out and my head high.  I already knew how this
was going to go.  He looked up from his son with want in his dark eyes.

"Hi," I said.  "I hear you are new to town.  I don't know anyone in town.  How
about we have dinner together?"

For a moment the warm amber light I'd seen in his eyes every time he looked at
me this afternoon faded. Then it was back in all its come-hither glory.  "It can
be sort of lonely sitting in a restaurant by myself," I added.

He had a roast in the crock pot, so I was invited to eat dinner with them.  I
didn't have a car so I rode with Tim which boded well for spending the
night.  He opened the door for me.  He helped me with my unfamiliar seat
belt.  He was charm itself.  This guy is a ladies' man. Enroute, I spotted a
liquor store and suggested that if he'd pull over, I'd get beer for tonight. As
I started to get out, he grabbed my wrist.

 "If we are going to deal with loneliness, we'd better get some vodka, too," he
said, almost in a whisper.

His soft spoken heartbreak and round eyes had me concerned, until he roared with
laughter and sent me on my way.  No one is ever 100 percent joking so I got a
half-pint of Gray Goose along with my six pack of Alaska Amber.  Dinner was
simple and good.  Afterwards we adjourned to the living room.  Tim sat as far as
possible from me on the couch which was the only piece of furniture in the
room. The three of us watched television on the set standing opposite on a small
wooden cabinet.

He noticed I wasn't too fond of my vodka on ice.

"Well, actually, the only time I ever drank the stuff was with Kahlua and
cream.  It's calledDirty Mother. I had a girl friend that'd make them for me
every night."

"Why's that, Dave?" Tim asked with a wink as he bent to help the boy with a
puzzle.

"Well, one morning she complimented me on how well I"... I checked to see if the
boy was paying attention... "performed the night before.  I told her it had been
all her doing.  The night before when she went to tuck her boy in bed, she'd
made a dirty mother for me because she knew I liked Kahlua.  I explained that
the alcohol relieved my inhibitions, the caffeine kept me going and the sugar
gave me energy.  The next time I spent the evening at her house, she made me an
even bigger drink."

We both laughed.  He continued to give me the sweetest glances as he looked
between me and his son's game.  Eventually, Tim leaned closer, resting his arm
on the back of the couch.

"What ever happened with that girlfriend?"

"Oh, she wanted to get married and I wasn't ready.  So what happen--"

Before I could finish Tim said, "I'm done with women myself. I'm tired of doing
all the chasing and the 'heavy lifting'.  My next lover is going to have to do
that stuff."
 Dumbfounded by the implications of his using the word "lover" rather than
"woman",  I didn't know what to say and left him to help with the puzzle.
Shortly thereafter he handed me the remote and urged me to find something to
watch while he got the boy ready for bed. I heard the water running in the tub
after they left and some giggling.  When the water stopped I heard him behind me
bounding down the stairs in his stocking feet.  He must have forgotten something
for the kid's bath time, I figured.  He headed back upstairs shortly, stopping
behind the couch.  I turned to look. He dropped a DVD on the couch next to
me.   He handed me a drink and sprinted up the steps.  It was a dirty movie and
a Dirty Mother.

When he got the boy to bed, he quietly returned to the living room.  He dropped
an empty velour bag designed to hold a Crown Royale bottle at the foot of the
couch and sat down near to me.  I had my shirt untucked and pants undone
underneath my shirt tail. He wore a tank top and a pair of sheer silk shorts. On
the screen were two guys and a girl.  The headliner porn-star seemed to be
taking it easy and having a good time.  The second guy seemed to be doing all
the "heavy lifting" particularly during the double penetration scene.

"This DVD has all sorts of scenes.  What's your preference?" I asked.

Tim turned and gave me a killer smile. He sort of squirmed then spread his arms
up and over the back of the couch.  His left muscular arm now lay behind me atop
the couch.

"This will do," he admitted with a smirk.

I restarted it at the seduction scene.  The two guys on the screen waited until
they got some sort of "go-ahead" from the gal.  At which point each started
sucking on a tit after slipping her dress off her shoulders.  Tim squirmed
again.  Beneath his silky shorts his thick cock began to slide up his fuzzy left
thigh.  It looked to me that it was time to make my move.  I cleared my throat
before speaking only to find his liquid brown eyes staring up into mine when I
looked his way.

"Is that the way you start with a woman?  Personally, I go for the deep kiss
while sliding my hands between her thighs?"

"That works for me," he said with a sigh.

My right hand reached for the longish brown locks at the back of his head.  My
lips went quickly to his.  His hairy left hand encircled my shoulders as he
leaned back against the couch pulling me over him.  My left hand settled on his
shorts to encircle his thick seven-incher now raging against the fabric.  A few
strokes of the stretched fabric and my hand fumbled for his waist band.  His
right hand flipped off his shorts.  His knees then rose and spread to give me
better access to his cock and crack.  We kissed sloppily and noisily.  His brown
moustache broke from my salt-n-pepper for a moment so the stubby fingers on his
hairy hands could fling away this tank top and then embrace me.  I spit in my
left paw before returning my wet lips to his.  My wetted hand found his thick
member arched and hard in anticipation of my the embrace of my trembling
fingers.  Tim pulled me hard into his chest, lifting me from the couch.  I
braced my toes against the floor and turned my body atop his.

My jeans slid down a bit and my right had released my own aching seven incher
from my tighty-whities.  "Little Davy" began to dry-hump Tim's inner left
thigh.  The dewy head of my cock sometimes poked his furry ball sack.   Other
times as we writhed in our passion, my helmet head struck lower for a warmer,
wetter, darker part of his anatomy.  His cock was slick with pre-cum.  I pried
myself from his hungry embrace.

"Where we going to take it from here?"

Reaching for the back of the sofa with his bare left muscular arm in order to
brace himself, he lifted his naked knees even higher and further apart exposing
all his nude hairy handsome torso and asshole to me.  His right hand reached for
my upright raging hardon and pulled it down in the direction of his hole.

"I don't want to be the guy tonight," he purred.

I snatched the Crowne Royal bag up and tossed it to him while I undressed.  He
rolled the condom on me and squirted on the lube.  With his left hand across my
shoulder, and his right hand guiding my cock, we swung his body lengthwise on
the sofa.  My body followed his. With what I thought was an experienced hand he
forced the wrapped head of my cock into his hole and then using both hands
pulled our shoulders closer and laid a lip lock on me.  I thought he wanted me
to let his sphincter relax.  So I returned his passionate kisses but held my
body trembling with anticipation hovering over him.  He began rolling his ass on
to my steadfast cock and when I didn't reciprocate, he pulled my ear to his
tongue.  Damn!  A wet tongue in my ear can drive me crazy.

"Don't be gentle,"  he whispered.  "I never am."

With that I pushed my way in.  It was hard going, but any discomfort Tim felt
only seemed to encourage his kissing.  I pulled back and began rapid strokes
into his writhing body.  His furry frame was bucking with my thrust.  His
breath came in great heaving pants through our locked lips.  I started fucking
him faster and getting further in.  He finally gave up kissing and lay back on
the sofa. He kept a good grip on the hair at the back of my head.  His face was
flush with passion.  His rosy cheeks were wet with tears.  And a big grin
wandered across his handsome face as he squirmed on the couch beneath me.  He
twisted my head so my blue eyes met his brown.

"When you are ready," he gasped, "I want you to shoot in my mouth."

I was almost there.  I fell upon his fuzzy frame, wrapped my hands under his
shoulders and started driving my cock all the way home and back.  We lay
thrashing cheek to cheek.  I could hear his anguished gasps. But kept to my
business.

"Yeah!" I announced, pushing off the couch.

I ditched the rubber, straddled his frame and sat my ass down on his furry chest
while my hand accomplished the final strokes his tight, perhaps virgin ass had
handled so far.  I swung forward, driving my hard dripping dick into his waiting
lips and then slung my shoulders over the end of the couch.  I thought Tim would
gag.  Instead his mouth stood open, while my shiny cock head piled into his pink
tongue.  He made appreciative noise and even kept my ass in place once I'd
filled his mouth.  His tongue milked me for every drop.  When I returned to the
kneeling position over him, I found some cum in his facial fur and a big smile
on his face.  He jerked himself rapidly as I regained my breathe.  I pulled him
up off the couch and naked, hand and hand we went up the stairs to his bed.

The next time I was in town, I didn't get a chance to call ahead.  I ran into
him at my hotel's restaurant.  He was hammered and lounging comfortably in the
arms of a blond beauty. Apparently, he wasn't "done with women" after all.