The Ugly Bear - Sex Stories

The Ugly Bear

... the right, at the end."

Mat gives him a surprised look.

Karl says, "I bought them for you."

Moments later, Karl joins Mat in his bedroom, strips completely, and picks up a couple of large, fluffy white towels. He throws one to Mat. Once dried, they dress. Karl embraces Mat and envelops Mat's lips inside his own plump pair. Their two tongues play a little hide-and-seek and lick each other briefly. Karl takes Mat's hand and brings him to the kitchen. The milk is slowly warming up in the saucepan. Karl adds the chocolate, a bit of sugar, and a touch of thick cream, then stirs the mixture until it starts to boil. In two large, hand-made ceramic mugs — each containing a fresh mint leaf — he pours the hot chocolate.

Sitting side by side on the sofa in front of the fireplace, where they also have a view of the hypnotizing, swirling white wall, they quietly sip their hot cocoa. Karl has his big, hairy arm around Mat's shoulders, and he pulls him a little closer to him. He inhales Mat's masculine odour: a mixture of body soap, shampoo, and musk, with no trace of his usual intoxicating sandalwood perfume. They are not exactly sitting per se, but more like lounging with their legs in full extension on the large ottoman, which forms some kind of bed. Their heads rest on the plushy back of the sofa. It's been a long day for both of them, and they are tired.

Karl savours the tranquility surrounding them. The soundless wind violently sends piles of snow against the ...

... floor-to-ceiling windows; sometimes it sticks, but then it gets blown away by the next gust. Beyond the large, illuminated patio and the erratic dance of the snow wall, nothing's visible. As far as they're concerned, nothing exists.

Mat's head moves slowly against Karl's shoulder. He's already fast asleep. Karl rests his head against the top of his companion's and lets himself slide into a peaceful slumber, happy and at peace — but only for a few seconds. His cell is vibrating on the glass table beside him. He grabs it just as it's about to go over the edge.

"Hello!" he growls as quietly as possible.

"Karl!" Jack says, also whispering, though he doesn't know why he's whispering. I'm Jack, Mat's father. Hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Of course not, Jack. I'm whispering because Mat is asleep."

"I'm not surprised. He looked quite tired when he came home. I just wanted to make sure he made it okay through that blasted show storm."

"I met him halfway, at the bottom of Place Jacques-Cartier."

"Ah, good. I just want Mat to know that Bob, his older brother, will be coming tomorrow for supper with his wife and my grandkids." Jack pauses for a second. "I'll need both of you because, well, he's the one who cooks, not me, and I'm sure he'll need you to help." Jack laughs.

"Of course we'll be there, and I look forward to meeting you."

"Same here, Karl. Euh... Can you come early? We'll be eight people all together. And, Karl, get ready. Them kids are a lively bunch, you'll ...