Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2008 14:06:12 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "The Bear and the Monkey, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Adult/Youth ****Hey! Cute kid. Don't try to sneak in here. Press your back button if are under 18. The rest, cute or not, Stay. I don't get much sex. There, it's out on the floor. Why? Because very few gays have the special taste for 22 year old, 6'4" overweight, hairy guys. If they'd only study me, Jeff, they'd see that I have a cute face, under my curly beard, and I am nature's most loving man. They just don't know what they're missing. All this was due to change shortly, because of Ian Lee. Ian is a 17-year-old genius, accepted at Iowa State. However, Ian's parents felt, while he could handle the courses, he was too young to be let loose in the hedonistic social life of college. They wanted an older student to orient the kid. I read the notice on the Dean's bulletin board. This was a job I could do and the pay was pretty good. I am naturally a big brother type. I'd enjoy watching out for this Ian kid. I'd see that the poor innocent lad didn't get into trouble, especially from the gay sharks around campus. Oi was I wrong, as you will come to learn. I applied, filled out six pages of information, swearing not to be a perv and I actually blew the other applicants (no not what you are thinking) out of the water and got the job. Ian's parents were an interesting couple. She, Chinese from Hong Cong; he an American doctor. That explained Ian's fine blend of the best of both worlds, and his slight British accent. He was on the short side, perhaps, 5'2", but he'd grow. He had pale, fabulously smooth skin with a touch of tan to it. His eyes were glorious, sloe-eyed, and glinting green. Add to that his pouty, smarty mouth and anatomically perfect physique from swimming, you have a sex object that must be protected from the oafs here. I shook his slim, cool hand. "Hi Jeff, you going to be my loco parentis?" I probably messed up the spelling, but I knew he was anointing me as his father figure. What a responsibility. Well, I didn't say it out loud, but I silently pledged my life, my honor and my two fists to protect this vulnerable lad. Of course, he had one thing going for him, in addition to his adorableness, was his smarts. Do you know, his IQ was so high it is off the grid? As soon as he kissed his adoring parents, and I shook hands gravely with them, I put a brotherly arm around his boyish shoulders and we headed to his assigned dorm where his bags were waiting. As we walked, he turned to me, his face so close I could smell his cologne, a sort of hypnotic sandalwood type. I was to find that fragrance on me, in very intimate places in the weeks to come. "Jeff, do you shit in the woods?" "Wah?" I said stupidly. "Well the gay kids in St. Vincent's Prep call big sexy hairy guys bears. And you know, bears shit in the woods. Get it?" I only heard the word sexy and hairy, which shows how I was a latent egoist. "Do you really think I am hairy and sexy."? "Well, hairy is no brainer. You got curly hair escaping from the neck hole of your Iowa Wrestling Team tee shirt, and your forearms are decorated with shiny hairs. Then your mouth, red and full, showing through your beard. Oh, and I can't wait to see your legs and other places." He accompanied the last few words with a Groucho Marx wiggle of his perfectly arched eyebrows and smiled radiantly at me. I was getting weak. I am such a sucker for compliments. You could steal my wallet if you call me cute. I was puffing a little even though we were walking on level ground. He noticed it and gave his secret smile that I was to see many times in the coming weeks. That usually meant he had me on the ropes and was boss of the situation. "Okay, grab a light bag, I'll take the other three." "I know you are strong. Just look at those arm muscles." He gently squeezed my budge (no not that one, although I was slightly bulging) You could probably carry all of them and me too, but I am stronger than you think, watch this." I couldn't believe it. The kid picked up all of the bags, slung them under arms and around his neck and proceeds to walk upright and sassy up the stairs to his dorm. Now you might have guessed that Ian's 'rents were rich, his father being a cosmetic surgeon and his mother a lawyer, as I found out, so Ian had a large dorm room all to himself. Further, Mom had commissioned a decorator to furnish the room. It was pure rich-student IKEA-cute and colorful. My own dorm was completely utilitarian and beat up from heavy use by wrestlers using the stuff for ten years or so. In addition, I had no privacy as I shared it with four other guys of various weight classes. Ian pointed at a modern chair. "Sit!" he said as if he was training a dog. "I'll just be a minute. I have to change." So, for the next five minutes I was treated to Ian undressing, and then dressing in other clothes. He unbuttoned his oxford shirt and slipped off his black lace up shoes and gray flannels that Mom and Dad considered proper college attire that no one has worn for twenty years. He was now in his bikini briefs. Shit, I thought, it's getting hot here, don't they use air conditioning? Those briefs! Silky and bright red. Funny, they seemed to have built in a big cup into them. Wait, I do believe that's no cup; that's all Ian. His cock size must rival his IQ. I swore that one day I would eyeball that Eurasian log. "Do you think these are too sophisticated for this place?" he said, accompanying the question with a turn around and shaking his pert butt at me like a male dancer. "It's fine. You better get dressed. You'll be late for the orientation." He slipped on a tee shirt. I saw the Barney's label. Guys, did you ever see a $250 tee shirt? Well, it looks pretty much like your $12 one. Then came his Brooks Bros. Chino shorts and finally $100 slides from Balley. As we walked to the main building I saw that every guy who passed us checked out my friend, their eyes sweeping up and down and taking in his full frontage where he stored his cock. Was he swishy? No, he had that exquisitely balanced way of walking, the way an athlete walks. His stance was: "I can't help it if I have a perfect body and indescribably cute face and shiny black Asian hair that I wear in a page boy to show up my green eyes, can I?" Of course, he didn't say that, but I fantasized that he did think it. The place was packed. This was a big freshman class. We slid into a bench toward the back. The boy next to him made room. Now I have heard the program several times, so my attention wandered. Would you believe it that that boy next to Ian was hitting on him. I mean really. I saw his big hand massaging Ian's upper, hairless, but muscular leg. Ian wore a little smile over his first college conquest. I checked out the guy. He was pretty hot, a big blond raw boned kid. Those usually have big uncut cocks, no?. Right now, the Swede's mouth was open and he was breathing loud enough for me to hear it. When the program was over, I motioned for Ian to follow me. He stood up. When I tell you that his prick was so amble that the front of his shorts stood out as if there was a balloon in there. Swede also was bulging. If the program had gone on a little longer, I think the two would have fallen to the floor and 69'd. I heard Swede say, "You vanta hook up?" Ian slapped his hand with his newly found American style. "Later." For the next two hours I showed him where everything was located, food court, science building etc. We passed a low-slung building. "What's that, Jeffster?" "Oh, that's just a restroom, boys on the left. Don't use it after dark, there are some weirdoes who go there." I noticed he put a red mark on his map. Ian was b-a-a-a-d. I had to be careful not to go there, now that he was planning to make it his second home. After the tour I left him at the campus center and headed back to my place for a snooze. As he walked toward his "villa" I called after him that I would pick him up for dinner, and we can go to eat together. I got showered. Unfortunately after my roommates beat me to it, I had to take a cold shower. The shrinkage I noted in the mirror was a bit disconcerting. I put on my only clean shorts and shirt and headed over to the high rent district of the campus. Ian's door was partly open. I pushed it and it swung completely open. There was the Swede, on his knees and elbows, his head facing me. Right now his eyes were tightly shut. He had the agonized look of someone who couldn't stand the ecstasy he was feeling. His tongue was hanging out and he was drooling onto the bed. Behind me, on his knees was Ian, grinning at me with his $5000 orthodontial teeth. "Hey Jeff. Meet Sven. He's a great fuck. You want to take a turn?" Through all this talk, Sven, who was lost in the dreamland of impending orgasm, heard nothing. I shook my head and tiptoed out, saying quietly, "I'll wait on a bench outside." End Part One Sorry if this tame for you, but wait...the next one will strip your gears!