This is my first ever submission, it is a fiction with elements taken from my real life. I will be grateful for any feedback but please be encouraging though... I'd love to write more and it's taken quite a lot of courage for me to put this out there in the first place.
Thanks.
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I sat listening to Charlie excitedly tell me about the ballet that was coming to town, his enthusiasm was palpable and it was clear that my boyfriend was going to expect us to go... so I'm a good boyfriend I'll go. Not to put too finer point on it, I fucken hate ballet, and opera etc, I'm much more interested in a comedian or rock concert, or dinner and movie, but I never say no to Charlie, otherwise the pouting will make my life a nightmare.
I guess you could say I was in an unhappy relationship. Everything on the surface says it should be fine, for the most part Charlie was my best friend, we were a great team and all my family loved him. On paper he was good, honest, reliable, sweet, kind, giving, trusting and faithful, so why didn't I love him?
Well the answer is horrible but simple, when I met Charlie I was lonely and depressed, so I overlooked the completely non-existent physical connection, because only shallow people base their relationship on sex right?
Right?
Well the truth is while sex is not everything and it's not enough on its own, it is an important part and can destroy things if it's not there at all.
But I loved Charlie and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him, so I allowed myself to continue lying to him and going through the motions that my love, was that kind of love and not the kind you have for your best friend.
As Charlie prattled on about his ballet I dutifully cooked his dinner, smiling and interjecting comments where appropriate. The excitement continued right through dinner, I think he was trying to argue me into liking ballet even though I had already agreed to go.
Whilst watching TV he got online and got the tickets and I feigned excitement like I always do. It was just another day in our household. Finally it was bed time he gave me his dutiful peck on the lips, and we headed to our own rooms. Sleeping together was put aside years ago when there was no physical connection and the practicality of two snoring men got in the way. Every day we would wake up early, go to work, a little hug goodbye have a good day and then home to talk about the day or bitch about it as the case may be, dinner, TV, shower, bed, rinse, repeat...
Having put on a lot of weight (maybe eating my feelings?) I had started swimming every day a year ago and I was starting to see results, my arms were stronger, shoulders more defined, and I felt happier than I had in a long time. It was becoming the highlight of my day, where I lost myself in my thoughts and processed all my plans in my head, work, unhappiness, life, death by ballet, my friends and their dramas and real problems that hurt my heart, all of it and I loved it, it helped me keep my sanity and the time would fly by.
On this particular day with new swimming goggles, and new trunks, white ones that I later discovered hid very little when wet, I had powered through my laps and as I reached the end of my last lap I looked up to see the cutest man I'd ever seen. At a quick glance he was lean but defined and a little furry, he had some muscles in the right places and his tight speedos suggested that while he wasn't packing a cucumber quite like mine, there was still something very tasty to snack on, so I quietly 'woofed' under my breath and moved towards the ladder to get out of the pool.
Now I'm a big Bear, 6'2", muscular, hairy chest, bald, green eyes, a dark beard with a few grey streaks which I am very proud of and 8 inches of thick uncut cock, but my big belly kept me from thinking I was hot, or a catch, so I wasn't about to get shy around some strange, probably straight cub, I mean he wouldn't look at me anyway. So I simply walked my dripping self to my towel grabbed my things and turned towards him in order to head out of the pool area.
It was at that moment that the cub slipped or tripped, I'm not sure which, and I tried to catch hold of him, but the angles were wrong and the tiles slippery, so rather than helping him we both just ended up in the pool, towels and all. Wiping away the water from my eyes I saw him staring at me horrified at what he'd done and I couldn't help but burst into laughter. He soon lightened up and laughed with me.
"Last time I help a falling stranger" I giggled and headed back to the ladder. The cub followed me, maybe a little too closely? Ah wishful thinking.
"Let me get you a new towel please, reception sells them, I'll pay," he said rushing towards the door, "wait here".
So I happily stood and watched him rush to the door, the backs of his legs were a bit furry too, running up to those wonderful speedo's suggesting that the firm melons that were fighting for release from their lycra jail might also be furry... I shivered as I smiled, so putting aside my lust I decided to wait in the hot tub.
After I settled I looked up to see the cub rushing back with the towels, "thank you kind sir" I said looking him straight in the eyes, he smiled and blushed a little, I noticed his own shivers and suggested he warm up in the hot tub. There was honestly no evil motivation, I still didn't twig that the cub might even be gay and was just concerned for his well-being. So when he got in and sat a little too close, it wasn't until his leg brushed mine that I realised the cub was interested.
It was my turn now to turn bright red, I was embarrassed and happy that such a thing could happen but unable to do more than make an excuse and get out of the tub. As I left the swimming area and headed to the lockers I took one last glance at the cub... the look of disappointment on his face was not hidden in any way.
That night after listening to the excited ballet prattle and getting my dutiful kiss I quietly closed the door to my room, climbing into bed naked I couldn't help but think of the cub.
The thought that he could be into me, even though I am not a cheater, was so nice for my ego, in my head I started to run my eyes all over his body, my hand automatically reached for my manhood and began stroking.
I thought about his sweet face, framed with a cute goatee and jet black facial hair, his eyebrows that could probably convince anyone to forgive him when he did that puss-in-boots face that I saw as I left the pool.
My fat cock now rock hard was starting to leak precum as I used my foreskin to aid long strokes with a tight grip and continued to fantasize about the cub. His skin a lovely tan, he had to be Spanish, or maybe Argentine? I didn't hear an accent, but it must be the in the family. His chest, with just a little fur, his lovely strong shoulders and arm with a tribal tattoo on it, the way his fuzzy pecks lead into a trail that dragged your eyes to the top of his speedos, tiny little speedos, hiding everything but displaying it all at the same time, and then his peachy behind... it must be peachy I decided, at least in my fantasy.
