The Ugly Bear - Sex Stories

The Ugly Bear

... Mat interjects. "I live much closer to you, so get your stuff and come to my place. I have whatever you need, and it's clean."

"Okay." Karl says, laughing. "Let's get out of this hole."

He sounds like a grizzly bear in heat. Mat smiles at the thought.

*

Mat's home before supper.

"Mat?" Karl calls. "How does this thing work?

Karl stands naked, of course, in front of the shower control panel. Mat runs up and rapidly walks into the bathroom, where he sees the befuddled man standing in his very furry birthday suit. Karl turns his head with a big question mark on his face. He often found himself naked with a bunch of the construction workers when taking showers at the end of the day. He notes the surprised look on Mat's face, and he suppresses his smile so as not to embarrass his host.

"Please, Mat?" he growls, pointing at the panel with his thumb.

"Oh!" Mat finally mutters. "Let me show you."

Karl moves just so to let Mat reach the panel. The two are very close together, despite the large bathroom, which the big guy enjoys immensely — so much so that he has to fight an oncoming erection.

"You press "ON" here," Mat says, blushing, "then you select the temperature you want here." Mat presses on the screen to show the different settings.

"Hot, please, little guy." Karl simply says.

While Mat is busy going through the settings, Karl looks him up and mostly down, admiring his impressive hard on. Then he walks in the large glassed-in shower and ...

... stands backward to the spray, showing his entire front to a blushing, beautiful young man.Take a good look little guy.

Mat walks out and returns downstairs, trying to cool down and loose the erection that threatens to rip his pants. All he can see now in his mind is that enormous dick attached to that big, solid, virile, hairy man. He chases those images out of his mind and tries to get busy in the kitchen, even though there's nothing to be done. It's sparkling clean.

Fifteen minutes later, here comes Karl dressed in a pair of new blue jeans, fitting him perfectly, showing off both that manly bulge and that great derriere. Up top, he wears a white shirt buttoned all the way to his neck. He's very closely shaven, combed, and smells very masculine. Mat is mesmerized.

"Ready, Mat." Karl mutters in his usual growl. "I'm hungry, little man."In more ways than one. He keeps that bit to himself.

"Okay, let's go then," Mat manages to say.

They are a bit late, but Bill, the owner of the Café Vieux Montréal, is pleased to see Karl, one of his best customers. He remembers seeing Mat a couple of times, but not much more than that, and welcomes him warmly. Bill winks at his friend, making sure Mat doesn't see.

The evening is great, the company is perfect, and the food is extraordinary. After settling the bill, they walk down the narrow sidewalk, reaching Mat's place within a few minutes.

"I'd like you to come in, Karl," Mat says, drilling Karl's green eyes.

"Yeah! I'd ...