Bear Hunting

Chapter 2: April Fool’s Day

Chapter 2: April Fool’s Day

It’s a joke. An April Fool’s Day gag. It has to be. This is what Toby thinks as he sits across from Professor Blue Danning’s desk, admiring the guy’s hairy jaws, six-two frame, and thick black head of hair. Toby wants to run his hands all over the English professor at Templeton College. Against his chest. Over his steel-structured shoulders. Down his spine. He wants to cup both palms against the bear’s ass, providing the taut orbs with a pair of squeezes.

Dave King, his best friend of twenty years, set him up again. King is always good for a laugh. Plus, King likes to embarrass the hell out of Toby, ever since they were in grade school. King has to be behind this meeting with Blue.

The classroom inside Templar Hall at Templeton College isn’t anything to write home to mother about, or blog. There are five rows of chairs across and five back; a perfect grid for college students. Three windows overlook an enchanting courtyard that one might see in a Shakespeare play. A desk is seated in the center of the room at its front, positioned near the chalkboard. Two cream-colored file cabinets are in the far left, front corner. One is decorated with a faux copper bust of Walt Whitman.

Blue distracts Toby. The way the man smiles. The discreet way Blue scratches one of his pecs and a hard n****e through his lime green dress shirt. And how Blue’s aqua-colored eyes squint when he says the words recall, disrepair, and rekindle in their conversation. Toby feels the c**k in his chinos bounce with new life. If he doesn’t stop gazing at Blue, concentrating on the man’s waist, attempting to deduce how big Blue’s d**k is when its fully erect, and wishing that their two bodies could rub together in a sinful dance, a full erection will build between his legs, and another embarrassing moment will happen in his life, with a spurt of semen in his pants.

“Are you listening to me?” Blue asks. He stands near the chalkboard in a pair of khakis and loafers. The dress shirt looks two sizes too small for him, but Toby doesn’t care, since Blue looks tasty in the material.

“I’m trying to listen to you. I just don’t believe what you’re saying.” Toby licks his lips, studies Blue’s left n****e again, and desires his lips around the material-covered lump.

“I want to use some of your blogs for my Elements of Writing class during the upcoming, summer semester. They’re fun and funny. Plus, you’re quite creative with what you have to say.”

“So you’re a fan?”

He nods. “I’ve been a faithful follower since you started Bear Blog three years ago.”

“I should hug you for saying that, even if it isn’t true.”

He laughs. “But it is true. And something tells me that you’ll find any excuse to hug me.”

Toby waves a finger at the man, enjoying their meeting, but still finds it confusing. “You’re a bear, and you know I love bears.”

Blue blushes ever so slightly. Pink fills the areas under his eyes and above his beard. “You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?”

“The last one was three years ago. He decided he liked my Aunt Rita more than he liked me. They’re still lovers.”

“Jesus!” Blue says. “That’s horrible.”

“What’s even more horrible is that she’s pregnant with his baby.”

“Unbelievable!” There’s a stack of papers in front of Blue that look like printed copies of Toby’s blogs. Blue taps an index finger to the top page of the stack and says, “So you’re okay that I use your blogs as a teaching tool, right?”

“No,” Toby says, shaking his head.

“Damn,” Blue replies, and shares an adorable smile that rocks Toby’s world a little bit, causing his d**k to sting with excitement. “You’re going to make this hard for me.”

Toby grins at him, winks, and stares at his waist. “I intend to make something hard in this room, Mr. Danning.”