This is the first part of the story of a man and his finding out about life....I hope you enjoy and I do hope you comment....There is one special bear on Bearforest who is my inspiration for this story. Thank you SO much! HUGS and KISSES! You know who you are! LOL

In my thirty five years I have had three lovers. Two were young women and one was a gentleman. My first lover and I were together while I was in pre-med school at Texas A & M University. I was eighteen and she was twenty-one, a young blonde who turned out to be a greedy money sucking vixen who left me heart broken and poor.

The second was a young red headed women, who I met after my graduation from pre-med when I was twenty-one, and one my way to medical school. She became the mother of my three children and who, like me harbored a secret. After being married for three years we chose to separate, after having a long night of midnight margaritas and a lot of discussion.

My third lover was an older man who seduced me while my heart was still broken. He opened me up to the world around me, made me face what, and who I was inside, and helped me face the issues that transpire from coming out of the closet. And then life got in the way and I had to leave Oregon, and the hospital to go out east to finish my residency at a hospital in New York City. I was so busy I never had a chance to date, or to even consider another relationship, so my social life became a thing of my fantasies and dreams as I became one of the worlds hottest new cardiologist doctors.

I am now thirty-five and living in the great state of New York. I work for Mount Sinai hospital on Manhattan Island. I am the resident cardiologist, but I specialize in cardio-genetics. Simply put I work with the heart and the blood vessels of the heart. I am looking for genetic keys to end atherosclerosis, aneurysms, and heart attacks. Most of my colleagues will tell you that I am married to my job. I will tell you I am dedicated to my fellow human beings. I was wrapped up in my work. Social life? What was that? I was a doctor and I had to save the world.

That was until I saw him walking down the corridor towards the elevators. I was just going back to my office after lunch. I had some calls to make, then it was straight to the lab. But as I exited the office, I saw this man, he was well dressed in a three piece Armani suit, double breasted, and in a dark gray, almost black color. He stood six foot, two inches and could not have weighed more than two hundred fifty pounds. He was broad shouldered and barrel chested, but what caught my attention was the red hair, and beard. And when he turned and looked in my direction I was caught up even more in his piercing blue eyes. They held me captive, as he walked past. He neither smiled, nor scowled but kept walking past me, giving me the shortest of curt nods of his head. I stood there transfixed, and for the first time in years I felt alive again, and energized.

I shook my head to clear it, and suddenly I noticed that I was in pain, and then realized that I had an erection. Blushing I quickly turned back into my office and sat at my desk to hide the obvious arousal that had penetrated the core of my being. Never in my life had I been this turned on, or aroused to the point of a painful erection. I sat there confused, and with my willpower I willed the unnatural erection away so I could get back to work. I start making phone calls, but my thoughts were distracted. I could not get this god of a man out of my mind. The image of him was permeating every thought. I was distracted and could not work that way. One of my assistants noticed and suspected I was tired, so he sent me home, while he performed the needed tests of the day. Relieved I headed back to my apartment in Brooklyn.

Once home I dropped my clothes at the door, and naked went to my bed. My erection throbbing in time to my visions of this man. I see myself kissing his full lips, and red beard. wondering what is under that fine suit he wore today. My wild imagination running rampant as I slowly bring myself to an earth shattering orgasm. The man god of my dreams driving me to the ultimate pleasures of heaven. Satiated I sleep like a baby. The restful dreaming sleep known to humans when they are totally spend of will, energy, and stamina.

The next morning feeling refreshed, I awoke, and did my morning rituals before heading back to work. When I got to my office there were fifteen messages. Ten of them were from my assistant. I would talk to him later this afternoon so I ignored them. The other five were from the hospitals chief of staff, and from the attorney that the hospital had on staff. The other was from some company that wanted to sponsor my research. I had never heard of the company, nor do I remember applying for a research grant with this company. The message says I have a ten-thirty meeting with them all to discuss the future of my research. Since it is six am. I decide to go to the lab for a couple hours. None of my assistants ever make it in before nine am. So I head over to the computer station to prep the cellular extractor and get the current results of the mitochondrial division tests. As I load the data and prep new samples for the electron microscope I plug in my Iphone to the cradle on the labs stereo system I installed and turned the music way up. What can I say I felt good, and felt like a light load work day to make the day go by fast. I must say I should have been a DJ because my play lists are always techno trance, and house dance with some rock thrown in for good measure. My assistants always love to have my play lists.

I must have lost myself in my work, but more in my music because I did not hear the lab's pressure door open, nor notice the man god that entered. I was jumping around between the microscopes and the computer. Singing and dancing like some fat fool. I might have known martial arts as a child, but I let myself go and gained a few pounds. How long he stood there watching me I do not know. But soon enough I whirled around and saw him standing there. Today he was dressed in a white knit sweater, and a red and green Scottish kilt. His red hair combed back, and his beard trimmed. Suddenly the music pumps a remake song I did, instead of saying "I make them good girls go bad!" The lyrics were changed to "I make them good bears go bad!" I quickly rush over to the stereo to shut it off, then turn to look at him. There is a sparkle in his blue eyes, and a small smirk on his handsome face. I stand there feeling like an idiot and just want to fade away and die somewhere.

He walks over to me and stands about two feet away, He reaches out his beefy left hand and offers to shake mine. I meanwhile am in a trance, and I am slightly away he is saying something to me. I shake my head and mumble "Huh? What did you just say? I'm sorry my mind is still on my work!" I shamelessly lie to him. His smile widens and he retorts "I said hello Doctor Larson. I am Conrad Ziegler." I smile and shaking his hand reply "Please call me Ryan! What can I do for you Mr. Ziegler? Usually the public is not allowed into the lab without my approval!" His smile deepens even more and he does not release my hand for a few moments. I look into his eyes, hoping mine did not look like the silver puppy dog eyes my friends tell me I have. He looks around the room as he releases my hand and motions over towards the desks and asks if he can sit down. I nod and head over to my desk. I grab my assistants desk chair over to my desk and offer it to him. We both sit down and he starts to run his hand through his balding, but sexy red hair and starts to speak. "Ryan my company has invested in your research for myocardial regeneration through mitochondrial manipulation. Your research could prove to say the world. " He stops to take a quick breath, but I stop him from speaking again. "Look Mr. Ziegler while your money is appreciated, I have total say over this research and I will not have it any other way! There are too many risks for this research to be abused and I will defend it to my dying breath!" I did not realize I had jumped to my feet, nor that I was raising my voice to this perfect man. I looked down on him sheepishly and then sank back down into my chair. "I am very sorry sir!" I start to stammer but he cuts me off, and suddenly he is standing over me, jerking me to my feet once again, and he pulls me into a bear hug. "Such passion!" He exclaims. "That is what I want!" Suddenly he tilts my head back and kisses me deep, and with conviction. My legs go weak, but he supports me as my arms fail around behind him, and then find his broad back and encircle him. He gabs me tighter and starts to really kiss me, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, each starting the ritual jousting of a french kiss. His hands roam down to my plump full backside. My hands meanwhile can do nothing but hang on. After a few moments we let go of each other. I sink back into my chair. I cannot focus my eyes. When I look up he is looking at me with such tenderness that my heart leaps. He helps me stand and then says "That was great! I knew you were a passionate man when I first saw you!" I would read your profile and I had to meet you. Your eyes hold so much emotion! Can I take you out to dinner tonight? I want to get to know you, and get you in my bed!" The statement from him brings a blush to my bearded cheeks.

Fortunately for me I do not get a chance to answer him as my two morning lab assistants enter the lab. They stand there looking at us. He quickly says hello to them, before turning to me and telling me matter of factly that he will talk to me more about my research at the meeting. My assistants just smile at me as he leaves, and giggle at my red cheeks. Both of them know my preferences and are great friends. Soon we get settled into the work routine and it is time for my meeting. I grab a few files and head out to the chief of staffs office.

When I walk into the meeting room, the only people there are Mr. Ziegler and myself. I look around and blink. There are not windows and only one door. This room was made to look like a lounge with couches, chairs, a television, a small office desk and a mini kitchen. The CoF's main ideas was to be comfortable during meetings. He is sitting cross legged on a black leather couch, smiling up at me with those piercing blue eyes and a come hither smile on his face. Suddenly my mind can only think one thought. Is he wearing underwear under that kilt. I walk forward and head over to the opposite couch from him and sit on the edge. "Mr. Ziegler I begin.." I never get to finish. He jumps over to my couch, pushes me back into the couch and says "Please call me Frank!" He then proceeds to kiss me, my lips, my cheek, my neck. His hand meanwhile is roaming in places that, for two people who just met, should not be going. I start to loose my mind and start to feel my body giving in to his masculinity, his pure male bravado of manhood that drives me wild. Shaking my head to clear it, I jump up, dumping him on the floor. "MR. ZIEGLER!" I shout. "Please behave yourself! We are here to discuss my research." He smiles. Stands up and heads over to the wet bar. He pours himself a scotch and then another. He walks over and hands me the second and replies with a huge smile on his sexy bearded face "Actually I am here to meet you! I will fund you and your demands no matter what. It is you I am smitten with. I have been for six years since you were published in the American Journal of Medicine. I have almost every picture of you I could find." He stops a little embarrassed. I just look at him amazed. I am shocked that anyone thinks of me as a..well I do not know what. The fact that someone wants me is beyond my understanding at this point. But my mind quickly kicks me in the rear and I reply "Okay.. well this is not the right place to get to know someone. Why don't we go back to my apartment. I will meet you downstairs in the lobby in five minutes?" He smiles as I grab my files and quickly head to my lab, drop my files off and tell my assistants they are on their own today. Wow two days worth of no work getting done.

I head down to the lobby and he is there looking like a Scottish god turned flesh in his kilt. I head over and he takes my elbow and herds me into his limo. We head back to my apartment. That was the quickest ride I have ever had to my apartment. When we get there I grabs some champagne and two glasses and head to the bedroom, he follows. I our two glasses and hand him one. He drains it in one gulp and says "I am still thirsty!" He then proceeds to push me back on the bed and pounce on me like a lion mounting his lioness. His kisses are sweet and tasty. His hands are all over me pulling off my shirt, my shoes, coat, tie, and pants. Soon my big hairy body is open to him. He just looks at me and takes him my body as one drinks an Italian soda, with appreciation. I meanwhile remove him sweater. And his red furry body is revealed to me and I luxuriate in his manliness. We kiss more, and me lowers his head to my left nipple, licking it, and then teasingly, lightly biting it. His hand meanwhile is playing with my other nipple. I wrap my hands around his head and pull him into me, and run my nails down his back, raising my head to bring my lips to his ear and licking them. He growls a low growl. I chuckle and thinking about who is the alpha male here, I flip him onto his back on the bed. He looks up at me with a surprised smile as I run my hand up his hairy legs and find the prize I want the most. Oh and yes I answer that age old question. Real Scotsmen do not wear anything under their kilts. I gently massage his testicles and then rub my thumb over the head of his penis. He growls again as I kiss his stomach and then pull his kilt off.

He smiles as I kiss down his stomach and then take the head of his manhood in my mouth. I lick the tender place under the helmet and then settle myself to take more of him down into my mouth. After a few minutes I manage to deep throat him completely and he is in bliss. I start to get a rhythm going and up and down I go. My left hand helping me to suck on him, while my right hand his massaging his big bear balls. I start licking him like a lollipop, then take him down to the root again. He is whimpering like a puppy now. I look up at his gorgeous blue eyes and he smiles at me as I go deep again. He suddenly pulls me up on top of him and starts kissing me, massaging my neck and shoulders while running his hand towards my furry bubble butt. Suddenly one of his fingers finds my waiting tunnel and he is slowly stimulating the hole. For me that is it and I start to loose myself to this man. I lean down to kiss him opening myself up to him. He slowly replaces his finger with his hard manhood and positions himself. On the first try he enters me, rocking me to my core.

The pain is exquisite but to me its not pain but relief that someone finds me attractive enough to make love to me for this is not casual sex. He moves his hips as he lifts me up and sinks deeper into me. He hits a "hole in one" here and I am off riding him like a porn star. We keep this position for twenty minutes, his thrusting never slowing. Suddenly my alpha makes his move and flips me over on my stomach. He finesses me into position and once again stabs into me. He hits home an his first thrust. We both are sweating profusely but it adds to our love making. He starts to slap my ass telling me what a great hot tight ass I have, and I reply that he is the hottest, hung daddy I have ever had. Which is not a lie seeing as I have never been with a daddy before now, and he is making me loose my mind with pleasure of every caliber. I have never known love making like this. Suddenly his thrusts once, twice and then turns me over on my back and pulls out. I help flip over and he is jacking himself off over my face with his left hand, while his right is jacking me off. He stiffens when I take his dick in my hand and bring him off quick and suddenly. He closes his eyes and groans loudly as he shoots his cum all over my face, chest hair, and stomach. When he finishes, and his breathing slows down he opens his eyes realizing that I came on myself when he came on me. He smiles at me and moves beside me. I look at him and he smiles. Suddenly he moves up and kisses me deeply. "That was the best Ryan." He goes back to kissing me and hugging me close to him. We cuddle together with my head on his hairy chest.

After a few minutes he falls asleep. Typical man, falling asleep after sex. I chuckle quietly and disentangle myself from him and let him sleep. For me sex has always energized me. I close my bedroom door and head naked to the front room. I grab my Iphone and dock it with my home dock, and turn on the stereo. Once again my personal play list is played and for lack of a better means of expressing myself. I start to dance on the wood flooring under me. I have plenty of room in my apartment as it is a loft. I am amazed. In the last forty eight hours I found a really attractive bear, who is attracted to me, and turned on by my passion for life. Its amazing that life can and will change in funny ways just to test you. I start to close my eyes and enjoy the rhythm and bass and allow my emotions to come out of me, and use them to feel good about life, and love and everything in general. The song playing is a techno remix of Natasha Beddingfields "Unwritten", Suddenly I feel a furry hand on my shoulder, and then a furry body pressing against my backside with a hefty hard one as well. I smile as his arms come around me and we dance for a moment in time, he then twirls me, and I come back into his arms facing him. He looks me in the eyes, smiles and kisses me in that slow, deep, passionate way that this red bear, god of a man only can.

To Be Continued...