The first time I met him I knew I was in trouble. I was at a friend's house just shooting the shit when he walked in. I was introduced to him by my nickname and he was introduced as 'Bear'. He was definitely my type. Shorter than I, in height, by just enough to make it interesting, a slight tilt of his head and his lips would be in the perfect position for a kiss. He was dressed in the dirty jeans, T-shirt, and bandana of a biker. His smile melted my heart the moment our eyes met. Then he started complaining about his girl friend. I was let down but there was no reason to be crushed. He was attractive but straight. We worked on his car all afternoon and my friend made it his business to make all the fag jokes, directed at me, he could. I have come to accept that from him though I would like the opportunity to let only those know who need to know. We never did get the car fixed that day.

The next time I saw him I had come into town for a festival that the local college was throwing. My friend said that it would be a blast and he would be up to his tits in college girls. He was kind enough to add that there would probably be a few boys to sink my teeth into. I said OK even though I really wasn't interested in sex at that time. You know how you cycle into and out of moods. I was not in the mood to have sex with anyone. Even if he was the Quarterback.

He was behind the bar at the college pub and was waiting on people left and right. When he saw me he smiled and immediately left the group of people he was talking to and asked me what I wanted. I made it easy on him and asked for a tap. He gave me a large light beer and asked if there was any thing else he could do for me. At the time I didn't need anything. He went back to the crowd and continued serving. After a while I decided to get some thing to eat and asked for some peanuts. He handed me the two packages for a dollar and pointed out the menu on the wall. Now I love hot wings so I had to try the wings they had to offer. He didn't hesitate he went right to the back room and prepared the wings for cooking. I took this time to really relax. He suggested a different beer and I tried that one. Half way through it I decided that I liked the other one better. Still I am open to suggestions. As the evening wore on I got to talk with him several more times. But due to the sheer number of people in the bar we really couldn't do a lot of talking. Just before closing he asked me to go to breakfast with him and talk for a while longer. I agreed since I had nothing better to do for the weekend. We went to a restaurant and he ordered breakfast for the both of us. He insisted on paying for breakfast and the coffee. I was glad since I had spent all the money I brought to the bar in the bar. All that night He and I talked and laughed and found out that we had a lot in common with each other. I gave him my telephone number and told him that I would like to hear from him.

The next day I discovered that I had to go back to my home out of town and try to fix a problem at work. That meant a three-hour drive. I sent my regrets with my friend and took off. I didn't expect anything more after all he was off limits. He was straight and in a relationship. I'm one of these fags with morals. I don't do anything to breakup an established relationship. I have had three ways with couples but at the first sign of trouble I'm out the door and I never go back.

Later in the week I got a phone call from Bear. He wanted me to come up and visit him. I was surprised that he called me. I was expecting to see him only when I planned to go up and visit my friend, and even then only if I went out to the bar or if he happened to be working on his car. But He called me. He had Friday off and wanted to spend some more time with me. Talk about a stroke to the ego. I agreed and arranged to go up on Thursday night and come back on Saturday before I had to go to work.

All week I wondered about what was going to go on this weekend. We had talked about a number of things from hunting and fishing to events at the college.

Bear had to work Thursday night so I met him at the bar. He was wearing a red bandana on his head with a tight school T-shirt, the school monogram accenting his muscular chest. His jeans were clean but with wear showing on the knees, fly, and back pockets. Dark brown hair spilling out from under the bandana and his moustache and goatee neatly trimmed. When he saw me his eyes brightened and I saw a beer coming my way before I could order one. I don't drink a lot so I was still going when 'last call' was announced. For some reason I never reached the bottom of that glass of beer. When I'm up to it I can put away the beer but that night I remember drinking really well but never reaching the bottom of the glass. Every time I turned around my glass was full again. I know this sounds like a contradiction but I assure you that after dating most of the bar owners in my hometown I can hold my alcohol. He asked if I was all right to drive home? My response was that I didn't know where his home was since I would be crashing at his place. That was easily fixed since He was almost done with the closing cleaning for the bar. I followed him to his place noticing that I was really close to empty on my gas tank. He really didn't live too far from our mutual friend.

In side was the typical bachelor pad. Magazines all over the coffee table and clothes where ever he happened to throw them. He seemed a little apprehensive so I asked if he wanted me to get some beer. He went to the fridge and pulled out two cans and a couple of shot glasses. I tossed my bag on the floor and sat down for the beer. With the first beer down he seemed to relax a little. He showed me the "guest bedroom" and told me to put my bag in there. He said that he normally slept in the attic on a futon. I assumed that he meant that he would be sleeping there that night as well. He pulled from the fridge the worst thing he could with me, a bottle of 'Jack Daniels'. Like I said I can hold my liquor but I don't do dark alcohol for good reason, I do crazy things after drinking it. It would be rude to refuse a drink so I told him that I had to limit myself to only one shot. Again every time I turned around the glasses were full and he was toasting again. I finally said that enough was enough when I noticed his speech was slurring. I tried to get up and found that I was way more sloshed than I realized. Bear said that he didn't have anything to eat since breakfast at noon the previous day. I helped him to bed and went to bed in my own room.

I always sleep in the nude unless I feel that there is reason to wear something to bed. Well there was no reason to worry about anything happening since I was in the house of a straight man. I took off my clothes and went to bed. When I awoke a familiar feeling of warmth surrounded me. I felt safe and protected. It wasn't until I tried to move that I found that someone was holding me. I rolled over and there was 'Bear' cuddling up to my back. I swear that I put him in his own bed. Bear was not only in my bed but he was naked as well. He had his clothes on when I put him to bed so he must have not been as drunk as I thought he was. Either that or I was hallucinating again.

Bear opened his eyes and smiled at me. He stretched his arms around me again and gave me a hug then settled in for a while longer. I liked the feeling of this man beside me. I felt his hard dick pressing against my side and his hairy chest and arm across my own chest. It felt good but I also felt weird. I dismissed the uncomfortable feeling and nestled myself into the good feeling.

Around noon he opened his eyes again and nuzzled in closer. I asked who invited him into my bed. He reminded me that it was his house but if I minded he would leave the bed. I said that it wasn't that, I just wanted to know what happened to "what's her face". He told me that she had become a drag and only talked about marriage. He didn't want that but wanted to try new things and just be single for a while. "So you came to bed with me for a new adventure." I was almost insulted at this point. He said no, when he saw me he was attracted to me in the strangest way for him. With a woman, he just wanted to "Get it in, Get it off and Get it over-with." With me he really wanted to get to know me. I was the first fag that he knew that would put up with Dip-shit's bullshit. I told him a little about that history, but not a lot. While I was telling him about it he began rubbing his goatee on my chest. Now this would normally make me giggle but this was different. His goatee was making my nipples hard. He was also making me loose track of what I was saying. I couldn't concentrate and soon lost all track of what was going on. My nipples are sensitive anyway but when he started sucking on them I could only moan my approval.

I'm normally a top but as all tops know it takes a good bottom to make a good top. I didn't want to freak him out yet by completely letting go but he was good at this nipple play. He told me that he used the same technique on his girlfriends. After a while I couldn't handle it any more. I grabbed him and rolled him onto his back. In the same motion I was on top of him. I rolled him over so quickly that he didn't have time to move his arms from underneath him. One arm was pinned by his and my weight and I was holding the other. I did my best to restrain myself but he had me crazy. I worked over his nipples like he was working me over, but I was more experienced with hairy chests. I kept his arms pinned and worked my way down to his prick. He was squirming and yelling in a state of delirium. I was pushing all the right buttons. I engulfed his rock solid dick in one gulp not stopping until my nose rested in bear's bush. I was surprised at how easily I was doing this and how out of control I was getting. The head of his dick was in the back of my throat and he was out of his mind.

I had him where I wanted him. It only took a short while for me to have him coming. He shot everything he had into my waiting throat. I didn't let any of it go to waste. While I was sucking him off he was thrashing around badly enough to throw the pillows off the bed. I looked up at him and his eyes were glazed over. He pulled his arms free and grabbed me. Pulling me into a kiss. This really shocked me. His tongue searched my mouth and wrestled with my tongue. He told me later that this was the first time he had ever tasted his own load.

His dick went down and we cuddled again. I drifted off to sleep. Later I awoke with something hard being rubbed between my legs and up my crack. "You're getting awfully close to a no-no, Bear." He didn't listen. He just grabbed some lotion from beside the bed and rubbed it into my ass crack. It started slowly and I didn't realize what was happening until it was done. He rubbed his goatee on my shoulder and made it impossible for me to keep my mind on what was going on. He stroked my moderately furred chest and abdomen, stopping to play with my dick from time to time. All this stimulation took my mind off the fact that he wanted to fuck me. Like I said it takes a good bottom to make a good top. I was penetrated to the hilt before I knew what was going on. It was too late. I was hard and he was fucking me. He didn't miss a beat. He pulled on my dick jacking me off as he kissed my back and rubbed my chest with his other hand. His legs were wrapped around me for more leverage. I was really enjoying this. It had been years since I was last fucked but I was loosening up nicely. He fucked me deep and hard, gentle and slow, and anyway he could think of until I finally lost my load. Just a few more strokes and he unloaded in my ass. Which made me come even more. We settled into the puddle that I had made and planned the rest of the day.

He wanted to take me to a couple of places in town where he hung out. He said that I would fit right in. And I did. These were redneck places and coming from good ole Mississippi stock I knew how to get along with all of them. Then we went out to dinner and then home again. He surprised me again by pulling out a rose and giving it to me in his home. I smiled and said, "Turn-about is fair play".

I grabbed him and kissed him. He began to relax and give himself over to my passions. I slowly kissed my way down his chest and abdomen unbuttoning his shirt along the way. I stopped just short of his navel then moved back up his chest pulling the shirt off as I did. I lifted him out of his shoes then placed his bare feet on the floor. I moved back down kissing, licking, and nibbling along the way. I pulled his pants off and stepped in the middle of them as I lifted him out of them as well.

I carried him into the bedroom and placed him on the bed. Before he could move I was undressed and on top of him. I grabbed the lotion and smeared it between his legs. I started slowly and rubbed my fingers up and down his butt crack. I also kept him busy with my mouth all over his chest, neck, arms, and lips. I soon moved from up and down the outside of him to slowly in and out of his ass. All the while slowly raising the stakes. It took a while but I had him loose enough to attempt sticking my dick into him.

His legs were on either side of my waist and my dick was ready. I slowly pushed and he gave way. He started to complain but I reminded him that he took that pleasure from me earlier. He needed to reciprocate. I could tell he was scared but I did my best to keep his mind off of what was happening to his hole. He started to moan first lightly then louder. I felt his dick get harder as I was fucking him. He asked then begged me to fuck him harder, so I did. I fucked him as long as I could, knowing that I had to be ready to stop when he said so. Before long I started to get real close. I stroked on his dick with some of the lotion that I had. His moaning grew louder and louder as he neared orgasm. I pushed farther and harder until we came together. He wrapped his legs around me and pulled me in for a kiss. We lay there panting and waiting for the tenderness to leave. Finally I went soft and came out of his ass. He let his legs down and held me close to him.

"I guess I know how you got your nick name now." He said.

"How's that?"

"Well, Trapper, I see you've caught your self another Bear."

I tapped him on the forehead and said "Bad Bear". Then settled in for some more cuddling.