The Ugly Bear - Sex Stories

The Ugly Bear

... and squeeze them a little, thus following Karl's rhythm. Karl's mouth rests on Mat's neck. His long and deep breaths are the only sound that Mat can hear. Mat feels his lover's cock rubbing the walls of his man-pussy and moans with satisfaction. The dance accelerates, then slows down, in alternance. Kisses are given and taken. Grunts and growls are exchanged. The rational brain is put to sleep as love and lust conquer the mind and body. Soon, ecstasy pushes in and takes the lovers into lust heaven. The interlaced bodies are but one at the most delicious moment of joy just before the ejaculation. Then, man-juice flows. The heart pumps at its maximum power, and the lungs nearly burn. What follows is a serene peace that envelops mind and body, opening the door to jouissance.

Karl rolls onto his side, facing Mat. They kiss passionately for a long time. Karl pulls Mat into a hug, and they rest for a while.

Then, the dance resumes — slowly at first, but progressing once more until bliss is achieved. The lovers repeat the same dance twice again after that.

*

Monday, May 26, end of day.

As usual, Karl ends his day at the office instead of going directly home from the construction site. After brushing off as much dirt as he can and removing his mud-covered boots — which he leaves by the door — he dashes for the showers at the back of the office on the ground floor. At this time of day, the place is empty and quiet. He hopes that Mat is still here; he hasn't heard from ...

... him since Friday.That wonderful night, he thinks, while his mind replays some of the erotic scenes.

He strips, puts his dirty clothes in a bag, and jumps into the hot shower. Fifteen minutes later, he's climbing the stairs two steps at a time and sees that the Mat is still hard at work.He never stops working. "Hey! Mat says, in a pleasant tone. "Big guy! How are you?"

"Fine, Mat," Karl says, in his usual grunt, while rubbing his beard growth of the day. "Thank you." One can almost see his beard grow. He gets his five-o-clock shadow at noon. At 6 p.m., it looks almost like a three-day growth.

"You work too much, little guy."

"I'm just playing around with that community centre sketch model," says Mat, looking rather pleased with himself. "I added the extension Jules wanted. Have a look."

Karl bends down and puts two big fists on the desk in support of his weight—it's better for his back—and looks at the 3D model of the new sketch.

"Wow!" marvels the big guy. "Christ, you're good. This is fantastic work."

"Thanks, Karl."

"Aren't you hungry? I'm getting week in the knees." Karl, standing straight up, drills his penetrating green eyes into Mat's.

"I'd love to have supper with you," Mat says with an intonation of regret.

"But you can't," Karl interrupts. "It's okay; you want to work on this, I suppose?"

"A little bit more, yeah." Mat hesitates, seeming uncomfortable. He pulls his eyes away from Karl and looks at the big screen showing the 3D model ...