It all started not that long ago. A chance encounter. I was on a Bear web site checking out the many profiles. Some of them catching my eye, and many not. I received a few responses back, but many sounded hollow. What am I doing, I think to myself? I am not really interested in just a quickie, a one night stand or meaningless or anonymous sexual dialogue. I really wanted a living, breathing man of my own to talk with, kiss, caress and enjoy. I came upon a profile that caught my attention. Wow, nice looking guy, great profile. He sounds like he has a head on his shoulders and is very sincere. I cautiously dropped a note to him. He is online. I assume if he is interested I should hear back soon. Several minutes later I get a hit back. I receive a very nice and subtle note from him. I send off another e-mail thanking him for his response and asking a few not-to-personal questions. After several notes back and forth things get a bit more familiar. Soon we are joking and talking about personal, and not so personal, aspects of our lives. He sends me some more photos of himself and I send him some of me. Nothing racy, just some photos to help us get to know each other better. After a while we realize it is getting late and say good night.

After a few days I notice he is on line again. I send him a private e-mail. He is definitely glad to hear from me. I know I am glad to be in touch again. We pick up where we left off. Our conversation gets more familiar. I am obviously horny and it comes out in my writings. He likes the fact that I am tall, beefy, good looking and extra hairy, front and back. I enjoy his compact size and lean, muscular body. I find out his name is Mike. I have always liked that name. It is a good solid Man's name. Not Michael, too stuffy and pretentious. Michael sounds too gay. Mike, it conjures up a picture of a rugged, muscular built man. Dark hair and eyes with a deep masculine voice. A man with hair on his chest. A man's man. Our conversation begins to become more sexual. As he is describing what he is interested in, my mind begins to fantasize, I am in a room, not in my house, or his. A big room with a king size bed. It is very comfortable and romantic. There is a low fire burning in the fireplace and what seemed like hundreds of candles all around the room. The lights are low and sensual. As I approach him, I see the lust in his dark eyes. I put my arm around his waist and pull him to me. Our lips locked together. Shortly, out mouths are open and we are enjoying a deep sensual kiss. Our hands are all over each other. We shed each others clothes until we are both totally nude. I want this to last. I take it very slow and deliberate. He responds in kind. My hands immediately go to his hairy chest. Big, nice, round pecs covered in dark hair. My hands slide down his V shaped torso and down over his round, hard, hairy ass. Woof! I am in heaven! What a man! As we kiss, our hands grab each others hard dicks. I am so turned on; I am leaking pre cum all over. I turn him around a press myself to his back. All the time rubbing my hands all over his gorgeous chest and arms. I kiss and bite the back of his neck. I feel the goose bumps raise on this skin. My hands are everywhere. What a specimen of manhood! I lead him to the bed and lie down next to him. We embrace and kiss passionately. I roll him over and run my tongue down the middle of his muscular back. I continue down to the cleft in his ass checks. His ass is round and furry. I part his checks and rim his hole. Deeper and deeper my tongue goes. He is writhing and groaning with pleasure. I pull myself up and aim my hard cock at his moist hole and slowly sink it into the hilt. After a bit he is accustom to my cock. I roll him back over and place his legs over my shoulders. I like this position, because I can look into his eyes as we are coupling. I can read his face this way. I can tell if I am doing the right thing. If it is too hard or too fast or not hard enough. Words do not need to be spoken. We are in tune with each other physically. I begin the steady rhythmic ride as my cock slips in and out of his hole. Soon we are both at the edge. My dick begins to swell just before I climax. Mike lets out a yell as his cum shoots half way up his chest. He did not even have to touch himself. The massage of this prostate released a geyser of cum. By now we are both sweating and exhausted. We lie next to each other as the sensations subside. I lean over and kiss him tenderly his forehead, his eyelids, his face. I pull him close and drape my big, hairy forearm over his waist and he falls asleep in my arms.

That fantasy has become a reality. We have been together for several years now. I am just as turned on by him now as I was the first time we made love. He is all Man. My best friend, my partner. How fortunate I am for that chance encounter!