Fresh Cut Curves

Bear's New Cub

Devin pushed the old mower across the final stretch of thick grass with a grunt. What I would give for one of those wide zero-turn mowers that most landscapers were using. His old Craftsman was barely still running, and he had to maintenance it after each job. Lucky for Devin and his bank account, some people did not like those big loud machines and preferred the cut of a push mower. At 20, home from college for the summer, Devin could not complain. He stopped and looked at the green square of fresh mown grass before him. He smiled at the uniform job he had done on the well-kept lawn.

Devin lifted the corner of his XXL shirt to wipe sweat from his face. He quickly pulled the shirt back down before anyone could see his round belly. I guess I need to stay away from Early Bird's and Martha's homemade eclairs.

He chuckled. Whatever dude, his inner smart ass said. You know you can't say no to that rich chocolate and creamy indulgence!

Devin frowned briefly as he watched two girls exit a VW convertible at the neighbor's house. Looks like they have been shopping. Both girls were petite and had tank tops and shorts on. One of the girls looked toward Devin and he smiled and waved. She looked shocked that he dared to interact with her. She pointed and said something to her friend and they both began to laugh.

Devin felt his cheeks burst with heat. The girls grabbed bags from the backseat and then ran inside, still laughing at his expense. Devin bowed his head. He was used to it. He was chubby. Always had been. It was partly genetic, even though he had tried to lose weight, it just seemed to come back.

It wouldn't be that bad, but he was also considered short, at only 5'7", and weighing in at a modest 230. Devin exercised and tried to eat right. He patted his round belly and could feel the musculature hidden under the soft padding. His cargo shorts revealed thick knotted calves covered in curly brown fur.

Screw those bitches he thought. Superficial. Airheads. Whatever, he growled!

Devin loaded the mower into the back of his older model Ford truck. He gazed back across the yard, making sure that he had not missed anything. This was the first time that he had done this yard. The owner, Mr. Elliot, had called him from one of his flyers.

Devin had only spoken to Mr. Elliot twice on the phone, but they had agreed on today and the amount Devin estimated for the property. Satisfied that the yard looked good, Devin headed up to the front door of the large home. It was the last house in a cul-de-sac in a more affluent section of Little Creek. There was a tall privacy fence hiding the back and side yards from street view.

As he approached the door, he saw a piece of paper taped to it. His name was penned on the folded sheet.

Devin pulled it down and opened it to read, Mr. Wilson, when you finish come on straight through the living room to the back yard. Please leave your grassy boots on the porch. Signed, Ben.

Um, ok thought Devin, as he kicked his boots off and placed them beside the welcome mat. He opened the unlocked door and poked his head in.

"Mr. Elliot?" he called to the large open room. There was no response, and Devin stepped inside, pocketing the note. Just in case the cops get called and accuse me of breaking in.

Smart move there college boy!

"Shut up you!," he told himself.

Devin looked around the well-appointed room. A large screen tv took up one whole wall. Dang! It looked like it belonged in a theater. He ran his hand across the back of a large comfy-looking leather couch, big enough for him to sleep on. Nice. The room opened up into a dining area with a long white wooden table with seating for 8. There was a centerpiece on the table with what looked like fresh flowers. Fancy. Behind the table was French doors that appeared to open onto a back patio and yard.

Dude must be wealthy, thought Devin. This place is fancy.

Devin opened the door and stepped out onto the expansive covered patio. Beyond it was a large kidney shaped swimming pool, with an attached hot tub. Comfy lounge chairs lined one side of the pool and on the other side was an outdoor cooking area, complete with smoker, grill, and covered bar. Wow, thought Devin, I would never leave home if I had all this.

At that moment, Devin heard a splash and saw a bald head break the pool's surface about halfway down its length. Mr. Elliot, Devin assumed, was facing away from him, and slowly turned around. He immediately smiled and threw up his hand to wave at Devin.

"There you are Devin, are you finished already?" Devin noticed that Mr. Elliot had a trim salt and pepper colored beard that was dripping water.

"Yessir, Mr. Elliot. I just got done."

Mr. Elliot swam to the edge of the pool and waved his hand dismissively, "Devin, call me Ben, I insist. You look hot, I poured you a glass of iced tea over at the table if you would like some."

Devin looked to where Mr. Elliot, Ben, was pointing to a high-top table with a pitcher of iced tea and two glasses were. He realized that he was really thirsty, and the thought of some iced tea was a bonus beyond what he was being paid for the yard work.

"Thank you, Mr... um Ben." Devin corrected himself as he walked around the pool to the refreshments.

Ben swam over to that side as well, and as Devin was taking his first sip, he pulled himself from the cool looking water.

Devin was surprised to see that Ben was only a couple of inches taller than him and built like a barrel. He was thick from shoulders to waist and appeared to be covered in curly hair that matched his beard. And more surprisingly, he was wearing a bikini style pair of swim briefs. Devin had never seen a grown man wearing anything like that. He covered his surprise by taking another gulp of chilled tea.

Ben grabbed a towel off the back of one of the chairs and brushed the water from his smooth head and wrung it from his beard. He briefly wiped the towel across his broad hairy chest and down his thighs before draping it back over the chair and pouring himself a glass of tea.

Devin was surprised that he had not covered himself up with the towel. Instead, Ben held his glass up and waited for Devin to clink his together. Ben took a long drink of his tea as he looked at Devin. He turned and looked back across the pool, as if surveying his domain. Devin was surprised again as he glanced down at the bright blue and orange swim briefs. He saw that the front was bulged out and when Ben turned away that the bottom of the briefs hugged the curves of his round butt.

"What do you think Devin?" Mr. Elliot asked.

Devin almost choked, "Um, what sir?"

Ben pointed with his glass of tea at the home and back yard. "What do you think about my place here? I bought it so I would have a little oasis to get away from the world. To have some privacy to just relax and be me."

Devin recovered, "I think it's really nice Mr. Elliot." He reached up with the back of his shirt sleeve to wipe sweat from his brow.

Ben watched him, and started, "I am so sorry Devin, here I am bragging on my place, and you must be burning up after working so hard. Would you like to use the pool shower over there to knock some of that grass off, and then you can jump in the pool if you would like to."

Ben pointed to a little open shower used to wash off before or after the pool. "That was here when the pool was chlorine. I had it switched over to saltwater, but still use the shower when I need to."

Devin looked at the shower and at the inviting pool. It would feel so damn good after getting all sweaty. And the grass was starting to itch.

"Thank you, Mr. Elliot, but I don't have any swim trunks." "Call me Ben, ok Devin?"

He looked Devin up and down, "And I bet I have some that would fit you just fine. You try out that shower and let me see what I have. I won't take no for an answer!"

This last was said as Devin began to shake his head. Ben placed his hand on Devin's forearm, "It's the least I can do for the amazing job you did on the yard." Ben held up a tablet, indicating a camera's view of the front yard and Devin's truck.

Devin was torn. He knew that he should politely say no and head home, but the way the sunlight reflected off the surface of the pool was calling to him.

"Ok Mr. Elliot, as long as you are sure."

Ben patted his arm, "Oh, I am more than sure. You rinse off and I'll be right back with some trunks."

With that Ben trotted across the patio to the back door and disappeared inside.

Devin looked down at himself. He could see grass sticking to his damp clothes and sweaty skin. He tugged his socks off and laid them out on a bench close to the shower. He then pulled the overhead handle, and warm water began to spray from the showerhead.

He looked around, reminding himself that he was behind a privacy fence, and the only other person around was Mr. Elliot.

Ben, he told himself, call him Ben.

Devin felt his face grow warm again in blush. He stepped under the water and let it wash over him. He closed his eyes and just for a moment stood still, just enjoying the water crashing over him. He looked down and watched as blades of grass washed down his legs and swirled down the drain. The warm water felt so good washing the sweat from him. He turned and found Ben standing just a few feet from him, a smile on his face.

"It would probably work better if you didn't have that shirt on Devin." The older man pointed out.

Devin felt more heat radiating from his cheeks. He looked at the way Ben was looking at him, and decided, "What the hell?"

He reached down and gripped the hem of his long-sleeved sun shirt and pulled it up over his head. He tossed it to the bench where his socks were. He stood under the steady stream of water and looked to see Ben's reaction. The older man looked Devin up and then down again.

Any doubt that Ben was interested in him was erased by the widening smile. Ben walked over to the bench and laid a pair of what Devin assumed was swim trunks on a dry spot.

"I'll tell you what Devin, why don't you go ahead and strip so that you can rinse completely off. I'll step back into the house and give you a few minutes of privacy. When you are ready, put those on and jump in."

"How's that sound?"

Devin smiled shyly. "Sounds like a plan Mr. Elliot."

Ben just smiled but didn't correct Devin this time. Instead, he spun around and walked inside the home, closing the back door.

What is going on here, Devin asked himself? I don't know, but it's kind of exciting, he answered.

I'm not gay! I mean, I'm not, right? Am I? Devin was admittedly still a virgin of any kind of sex, but he felt attraction to girls. But what is it that I'm feeling right now? What was it when Mr. Elliot first got out of the pool? Why do I want to feel the hair on his chest and belly?

Devin's mind was racing as he unconsciously unbuttoned his cargo shorts and pulled them and his boxer briefs down his thick thighs and calves. He placed them on the shirt and stepped back into the shower. He smiled as he rinsed the dirt, grass and sweat from his naked body.

He could not believe that he was naked, in a stranger's backyard. He felt a tingling start down low and was surprised when his dick started to harden. Wow. Devin pulled the shower handle and stood there for a moment, letting the water run off of him.

He then walked over to the bench and picked up the "swim trunks." OH! He thought as he unfolded the red and yellow fabric, revealing that they were bikini style briefs like what Mr. Elliot was wearing.

You gotta be kidding me, Devin thought. I can't wear these! In front of another person! No way!

Why not?

Huh, Devin thought, shocked at the question from his own mind.

Why not wear them? They are for swimming, right? That is what you are going to do, right?

Devin smiled, you know what, why not. He pulled the red briefs, with the thin yellow stripe, up his legs and snugged them at his waist. The stretchy fabric gripped him, lifting his package up and placing it on display. The back of the briefs cupped just under the curve of his butt.

Devin had to admit, they felt really good. Devin grinned and then took a couple of running steps, jumped into the pool. The splash was epic! He surfaced and wiped saltwater from his face. The water was nice and cool and felt refreshing.

"That was quiet a dynamic entry young Devin." Ben said from the shallow end of the pool.

Devin grinned, "I figured if the water was cold, it was better to just get the shock over with." He laughed and Ben joined him in laughing.

The older man stepped down into the pool and walked toward where Devin was floating.

"Do the trunks fit ok?" he asked.

Devin looked down and then back at Ben. "They fit like a glove sir.!"

"I am glad that you decided to take a chance and put them on Devin. From what I saw just before the cannonball, they looked very nice on you."

Devin could not stop the blush from coming again. "Thank you, Mr. Elliot. I mean Ben."

Ben floated over until he was standing before Devin. "If it is easier to call me Mr. Elliot, then that is ok. I want you to be comfortable." As he said this, Ben placed his hand on Devin's shoulder, and slowly caressed down toward his chest.

"I see you are getting a nice patch of chest hair coming in."

Devin quivered slightly at the touch but did not pull away. Ben was playing with the short curly hair at the center of Devin's chest.

He watched as Ben made a slow circle around his left pec and stopped next to his nipple.

Ben looked into Devin's eyes before gently taking the suddenly hard flesh between his thumb and forefinger. He gave it a slight pinch and was pleasantly surprised at Devin's sudden sharp inhalation.

"Did you like that, Devin?" he asked.

Devin opened his mouth and closed it several times before he could answer. "Um, yessir, I think I did."

"Devin, do you want me to stop? Or would you like to relax and maybe enjoy yourself for a little while?"

Devin was uncertain about what he should do. He was confused about how he was feeling and about how his body was responding to Ben's attention. No one had ever looked at him like that. No one had ever touched him like he was attractive or sexy. And he could not deny that something about this stocky bear of a man was causing some pretty strong physical reactions.

Devin decided that for once, he was not going to be ruled by what was expected of him. He was going to just be himself and have fun. He looked up at Ben.

"I think I'd like to stay and relax, with you for a little while, if that would be ok Mr. Elliot."

Ben answered by reaching up and caressing Devin's left cheek. "I think I would like that very much Devin."

Devin wasn't sure what Mr. Elliot expected from him, and was relieved when he said, "Devin, you just try to relax and let me lead the way. At any time, you stop me if you feel overwhelmed. Ok?"

Devin just grinned and nodded, "Yessir."

With that said, Ben began to caress Devin's shoulders and chest. "You are a big boy aren't you, Devin? Such broad shoulders."

He squeezed Devin's left shoulder, "You have so much tension built up from working. Let me see if I can do something about that."

He eased around behind Devin and began to massage his stiff shoulders. Devin closed his eyes as Ben's strong, sure hands kneaded the overworked muscles. "Does that feel good Devin?"

"Yessir, it feels wonderful." Devin was startled when he felt Ben's lips press against his bare neck. Still massaging, Ben began to kiss Devin up and down both sides of his neck. Chills shot through Devin at the sensation of those sucking lips working diligently along his neck, and down the triangle leading to his shoulders.

He felt himself relaxing and leaned back against Ben's firm furry chest and belly. A moan escaped his mouth as Ben reached around and gripped his chest, pinching the hard nipple that he found there.

"Devin?"

"Yessir." Ben whispered into his ear, "Would you like to kiss me?"

Devin paused briefly, "I've never done that before Mr. Elliot."

"It's ok son, I will show you how."

Devin turned in Ben's arms until he was facing the much more experienced man. "Ok."

Ben gently placed his hand on Devin's cheek and leaned forward. His whiskers tickled Devin's lips for just a split second before his mouth made contact. Ben's lips were warm and plump, and Devin found himself responding to the gentle kiss.

He moaned slightly as he felt Ben's lips part and his tongue dart into Devin's mouth. Devin placed his hands around either side of Ben's belly and held him close. He opened his mouth more and Ben pressed his roving tongue deeper.

Devin began to probe against Ben's tongue with his own, following it back into Ben's own mouth. Back and forth they thrust their tongues, and they both began to moan. Devin began to caress Ben's sides and back as he pulled them tighter together.

Devin realized that he was hard and pressing against the fabric of his borrowed swim briefs.

As if reading his mind, Ben reached between them and grasped the bulge he found there.

Devin threw his head back and his body bucked against Ben's hand.

"Oh god!" he cried out softly.

Ben began to squeeze and rub the bulge outside the fabric.

Devin could not believe that this was happening.

"Looks like someone wants to come out and play Devin." Ben said playfully.

Devin just smiled, "Seems that way. I've never had anyone touch me like that."

Ben smiled back and took Devin's right hand, guiding it down between them to the front of his own swim briefs.

Devin was amazed at the rigid bulge pushing out the thin fabric between them.

"I must be enjoying it too Devin."

Devin grinned big, "Yessir, I would say so." He felt Ben tugging at the bowknot he had tied in the drawstring of the shorts.

"Be more comfortable without these don't you think?" Ben said as he looked deeply into the young man's eyes.

Devin swallowed, nerves again threatening to overtake him. He blushed as he nodded.

Ben took Devin's hand and waded to the steps on the shallow end of the pool. Devin followed willingly. He took Devin back to the shower and turned it on.

He then turned to Devin and tugged the knot free from the drawstring and pulled the waistband of the briefs down over Devin's thick thighs. Devin's cock sprang to attention as soon as it was free.

Ben admired the thick hard young cock before him and took it into his hand.

Devin tingled at the touch of the man's hand on his rigid member.

"Be patient," Ben said as he made Devin turn in the shower stream washing the pool water from his now completely naked body.

Ben then stripped off his own briefs and joined Devin under the waterfall.

Devin looked down between them and was happy to see that Ben's own dick was hard and excited. It appeared to be a little longer than Devin's but not as thick.

Devin reached down and wrapped his fingers around it, giving it a squeeze. It was smooth and rigid in his hand. He was fascinated with how it felt as he stroked lightly back and forth.

He looked into Ben's eyes and saw pleasure reflected there. Ben reached up and turned off the shower.

He then took Devin's hand and led him past the cooking area to a covered grotto that had a lounge chair and screened in bed. Ben pulled the diaphanous curtain to the side and nudged Devin to enter the shadowed area within.

Devin crawled across the bed to the head and then sat down, his back leaning against the pillows he found there.

Ben crawled onto the bed and let the curtain fall back into place, creating a pest free private oasis.

Devin watched as Ben prowled toward him on all fours. He lookes like a bear, he thought.

Ben continued until he was between Devin's thighs. "Are you enjoying yourself Devin?" He asked.

Devin nodded empathically. "I am Mr. Elliot."

"Good, because it only gets better from here." He looked down at the young cock throbbing at him and smiled. Ben knelt and grasped the rod gently. He smiled again up at Devin before he placed a kiss directly on the shiny bulbous head.

"OOOOH!" Devin exclaimed.

Almost instantly, a glistening drop of precum popped out.

Ben leaned in and his tongue darted out, stealing the drop before gravity could have it. "Hmmmm, sweet and salty. Very nice. You are being so good Devin. I think you deserve a treat."

Ben then took Devin's cock into his warm mouth and began to suck.

Devin gripped the pillow with both hands and arched his back. He had never felt anything like this. Jacking off did not feel like this. This was on a whole different level of sensation.

Ben slowly lowered his mouth down Devin's dick until his lips touched fur. He then sucked his way back up, until he had just the head between his lips. He pushed his tongue out and slowly licked the underside of Devin's cock. He was watching Devin's face the whole time he had the young man's cock in his mouth.

Devin opened his eyes and saw Ben's stare.

Devin smiled at the grizzly bearded man.

Ben reached his hand under and began to caress Devin's fuzzy balls. Devin bit his lower lip at this and arched his back, pressing upward toward Ben. Ben took this as a signal to continue the blowjob. He went to work, sucking and licking Devin's delicious virgin cock, all the while caressing and fondling his tight balls.

"OH Mr. Elliot, oh god that feels so good." Devin moaned.

There was an audible pop as Ben released his cock from between his red lips. "You just can't call me Ben, can you?" he asked with a chuckle.

"I'm sorry Mr. Elliot. It's just I was taught to respect my elders, and you are older than me sir."

"You are such a polite young man Devin." He quickly licked the glistening head of Devin's engorged rod. "I have an idea that might make it easier for you."

Devin could only think about Mr. Elliot's mouth and talented tongue. "Anything Mr. Elliot."

Ben crawled up to Devin's side, gripping his member with one strong hand. He kissed Devin with feverishly hot lips, darting that amazing tongue between the boy's lips.

Devin moaned and pressed against Ben.

"How about if you just call me Daddy?" Ben stated with a husky voice.

"Daddy?" Devin asked.

"Yes, my good boy." Devin's smile widened as he considered the idea.

"I think I can do that, Daddy." He looked between their bare bodies, his eyes landing on Daddy's swollen cock. He reached down to grasp it in one young hand

. "Can I learn to do what you just did, so that I can please you too, Daddy?" Ben smiled at his young protégé.

"I can teach you as long as you are a good boy!"

Devin smiled up at the burly man as he gently stroked his hard cock. "I think I can be a very good boy for my Daddy!"

So begins the story of Ben, an experienced Daddy Bear and his fresh new Cub in training, Devin. If you want more of their story, let me know.