I thought I ought to get the newly available Hepatitis-B vaccine and called the clinic in Virginia where I had been going for my periodic HIV tests. After testing negative for previous exposure to Hep-B, I went in for the first of three shots.
At my appointment for the first shot, I was thrilled to discover the nurse was a very cute bear, slim and muscular, and with a great chest and a great ass, at least based on the curves I could see under his scrubs. Gazing happily, I rolled up my sleeve for Nurse Bear to, er, prick me. His name was Alex, which I carefully noted as he signed my medical card. But I was disappointed when I returned weeks later for my next shot, and the one after that, to find Nurse Bear Alex was no longer the nurse on duty. Darn.
Over a year later, I was away on another weekend trip in rural New Jersey, with seven other friends and their friends. This time we decided to go for a bit more luxury and rented someone’s off-season vacation home with a hot tub, rather than a rustic cabin with a creaky loft.
Also of key importance, at least to me, was that Nurse Bear Alex was coming on this trip, too, coincidentally an old friend of the trip organizer. I was looking forward to meeting Alex again even though I had since learned he had a lover-partner-person.
After the eight of us arrived at the house and settled in, we had dinner and eventually gravitated to the hot tub to enjoy a naked evening outdoors. I was not disappointed when Alex (and his lover-partner-person) climbed into the hot tub with the rest of us, Alex’s beautiful, wet body glistening in the dim porch light. I kept looking over at him, hoping to catch his eye, but I got nothing.
Ah.
After getting all hot-tub warm and sleepy (Oh my god, it was already 1 a.m.), I climbed out, wrapped a towel around my waist, and went back into the house ostensibly to go to sleep. But still hoping to catch another glimpse of Alex naked, instead I laid in wait on the couch in the living room, still in my towel, as the others wandered through. Eventually Alex came in wrapped his towel. That chest. That ass. We chatted for a minute and then he headed off to his bedroom. Darn.
But after a few minutes Alex, still in a towel, reappeared next to my couch. As he stood over me, I held out my hand, intending to pull him down on top of me. But he pulled at me first and so firmly, I had to either jump up or fall off the couch.
Oh.
Still firmly holding my hand, he led me across the room into a side bathroom and shut the door, reminding me of Bobby Bear. Alex whirled around and grabbed me in a big hug, stretching up to kiss me. Our towels fell off like magic and suddenly we were running our hands over each other, stroking our cocks and gripping our balls. His bare chest felt as wonderful, as thick and muscular, as it had looked under his nurse scrubs. I rubbed my hands hard over his taught skin, stretching his nipples back and forth.
By now I was schwung and Alex went down on me, licking and sucking my dick and massaging my nuts like a handful of golf balls. He mouthed my cock briefly and I could feel my pre-cum rising. But I wanted my turn, too, and finally got him back on his feet so I could have my turn on his stiff dick. He leaned back against the sink, his body compact enough for me to suck on him while continuing to feel my way around his chest, armpits, and back, or sliding my fingers around his butt and up between his legs.
We continued kissing and feeling each other in the bathroom, until Alex took command and jerked me off all over the carpet. We wiped up as much as we could, then he went off to his bedroom and I to the one I was sharing with someone.
The next morning people got up slowly, rummaging around for breakfast or sitting sleepily on the couch in the living room in front of the fire, hoping someone would hand them a cuppa. I got the brilliant idea of bringing Alex and his partner, Mitch, a wake-up cup of orange juice as an excuse to walk in on them. I threw on a pair of shorts, hurriedly grabbed some juice, then knocked lightly on their bedroom door. Two voices called out, and I entered and shut the door behind me.
They were on the verge of getting up but smiled and reclined back into bed when they saw my gift. I handed them the juice and hoping something more would happen, sat down on the bed next to them. Mitch, whose body was almost as developed as Alex’s, gently pulled me down onto the bed between them and we began to cuddle, caress, and stroke each other.
I forget exactly how it happened, but I ended up on my back without my shorts, Alex and Mitch both blowing me, or me sucking on both their cocks at once while they made out. It was my first experience in three-way and it was fun and friendly.
After Mitch and I had cum, he pulled on some clothes and went to find breakfast. Alex laid back down on the bed and I spooned myself in behind him, my arm around his chest, listening to him breathe as he got drowsy and fell asleep. I must have dozed off as well, because suddenly I was alone in the bed and Alex was just coming out of their bathroom.
We three didn’t have sex again that weekend although I kept wanting to cuddle more with them. I was still new enough to this variety of casual sex and didn’t understand how they could seem so interested and then so not, since they had moved on to having sex with other men in the house. Maybe I should have been flattered that I was the first one they (Alex) chose as well as a repeat; but I also told myself I was silly for thinking about it.
After that weekend we made a few attempts to stay friends. They were nice guys, but we didn’t strike up a lasting friendship.