When you least expect to meet the man of your dreams

In October of 2007 I went with friends of mine to a Carolina Panthers football game.  I truly prefer college football over professional football, but a friend had an extra ticket so I agreed to go.  Background information about me.  I played tennis in college.  I attended Clemson University.  Got my undergraduate degree in English.  Did my graduate studies at the university of Chapel Hill and earned my PhD in English Language and Literature at Duke University.  I’m a self described book worm.  Love to read and am a passionate writer in my spare time.  In graduate school I had one on again off again relationship if you can truly call it that.  My name is Bartholomew.  Not Bart..I was named after my great grandfather.  

My interest in men has always been somewhat of a daddy / son issue.  My father left my mother when I was just a kid.  My mother moved back in with her parents and honestly my grandparents raised me.  My mom was a nurse and worked all the time.  This background information is important as I described my relationship with Frederick.  But I’m getting ahead of myself.  

The Sunday afternoon during the football game I was standing in line waiting on my Bud Light from a draft vendor.  I purchased a large 22 ounce beer in a clear plastic cup.  I wasn’t interested in buying the souvenir cup.  However, the clear plastic cup was not as study.  As I picked up my beer and was walking away from the vendor line out of nowhere this mass of a man...I could say beast was backing up..and he stumbled right into me.  As soon as I said excuse me sir...he had almost knock me down.  He dropped his beer and grabbed me and said...whoa little guy..where did you come from.  I didn’t appreciate being referred to as little guy but compared to his body and built I definitely was the smaller man.  Frederick’s strong hands and arms protected me from falling.  He was wearing a Brad Hoover jersey.   I grew up in the mountains of western North Carolina and Brad Hoover played football for the Catamounts of Western North Carolina.  A great guy and a talented player.  

Fredrick was a gentle giant.  His silky smooth voice was so calming.  He kept apologizing.  The situation would have gone in the opposite direction as I reflect back on it.  He grabbed some napkins and tried to wipe my hands.  We walked to the side where condiments were located for hotdogs, etc..I jokingly said.. it’s such a waste to see good beer all over you.  I licked my fingers and the look he gave me stopped me in my tracks.  Honest it was like I was frozen in time.  He then said something to me that to this day has always stuck with me...this will be the most expensive beer I would have purchased.  I was puzzled and in my smart ass tone, you care to explain yourself.  He grinned and said I was the most handsome little guy he had ever ran into.  I have always known I was all about bears, manly men.  But I never expected this guy who I had never met before just tell me to my face ...he was thrilled to have pumped into me.  

Of course..he apologized over and over.  He was actually kind of cute.  He introduced himself..told me he would pay for my dry cleaning bill, insisted on name, address, etc..For some unexplained reason I immediately trusted this guy.  I agreed to still have another beer with him.  I went and found my friend and told her I was going to leave..she looked at me and asking why are you drenched in beer.  I told her long story.  

I walked back to the area where Fredrick and I were talking ....he was no where to be found.  I turned around and he called out, hey Bart..come grab your beer.  Typically I would not have appreciated being referred to as Bart.  Some of my undergraduate students at Davidson College try to joke with me about being Bart Simpson.   However, the way he said it didn’t come across as a dig or a joke.  Fredrick had taken off his beer soaked jersey and had tucked it in the back of his jeans.  The undershirt he wore clung to his body.  He had to be at least six foot four inches and I’d estimate 265 pounds of all man.  I truly try to accept my friends on their personality and look past the physical attributes ..but this man was gorgeous.  We stood to the side and shared our beer and chatted.  I told him I was an English professor at a private college just down the road.  He told me he worked as a mechanic on motorcycles and owned his own business.  He leaned closer to me and whispered..I’m dying to kiss you.  The smell of his musk cologne and this mix of beer definitely got my attention.  He grabbed my hand and said...let’s get out of here.  I usually am very guarded but this particular situation I was very trusting.  He asked about my car, where did I park and I told him I rode with my friend.  He said..then I’ll take you home.  I didn’t realize he meant his place.  Fredrick had a new four door Dodge Ram pick up truck.  We headed toward a small town called Huntersville.  We talked about my position at the university.  We pulled into an industrial park and approached a building called Sidepipes.  When he stopped the truck he squeezed my hand and said..sit tight, I’ll come get your door.  As he opened my door he winked at me and said...Bart baby boy..can I please kiss you.  I blushed and said..yes sir you may.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and he leaned in for the best kiss of my life.  He lifted me out of the truck and I followed him up a set of side steps to the second floor of his building.   He had a large open room that was set up like a loft style apartment.  Kitchen area..pool table, pin ball machine and a juke box that later discovered he took as part of payment from a friend who couldn’t afford his motorcycle repair bill.  

As we stood in the center of the room he said the shower was in the back of his bedroom.  I told him if I could just wash off I’d be fine.  He stood over me and said..no baby, we are taking taking a shower together, now!  He kissed me again.  I looked up at him...his eyes were phenomenal.  As we undressed me left our clothes in the middle of the floor.  He was a beautiful man.  Sandy blonde hair...fine body hair and his crotch was a full bush.  It’s obvious Fredrick did not trim down there.   I on the other hand didn’t have any hair on my body.  Smooth as a baby’s bottom.  He took my hand and lead me to the shower ...he washed my body.  Dropped to his knees and washed my cock and balls.  He was so attentive yet tender.  He turned me around and washed my ass.  He teased my hole with a finger and he asked if I was ok...holy hell..I was more than ok.   He rested his face in my ass crack and started rimming me.  He was very skilled and knew what he was doing.  I told him to stand up.  It was my turn to return the favor.  I held his thick cock in my hand.  His dick was phenomenal.  Eight inches..beautiful mushroom head and thick.  He positioned my face under his nuts and licked his balls while being able to look up at him.  He was so strong. Legs and thighs like tree trunks.  I remember he had the green bar of Irish Spring soak.  He washed me and kissed me so tenderly.  After our shower he carried me to his king size bed.  He engulfed my body as he leaned over me.  We kissed..got in sixty-nine position.  He was a great cock sucker.  He ate my ass more and rolled over facing me..he asked if I wanted to fuck him...I told him I could but I’d much rather ride his cock.  He got some lube out of his nightstand drawer.  He gently inserted one finger...teased my spot...leaned over and licked my precum as he inserted a second and third finger. He finger fucked my ass and I told him..Fredrick..you’ve to fuck me.  I straddled his beautiful body and lowered myself down on his cock.  His girth was somewhat thicker in my ass..but he stayed still and let me adjust to his size.  The more my hole relaxed the deeper I took his dick in my pussy.  He filled me full.   My prostate felt light it was being jolted by electric shocks. We took our time and I rode him as he looked into my eyes.  I leaned over and kissed him.  He stoked my 6.5 inch cock.  Ran the back of his hands over my smooth shaved balls.  He gripped my nuts and squeezed them....causing me to leak more.  He used his finger and swiped over my cockhead and fed me my precum.  He had sex for over an hour till he finally said, baby boy..please make me cum.   He thrusted up into my ass and this amazing man took control and with determination and force used my hole.  This man fucked me the best I had ever been fucked before.  After he reached climax I got off of him and removed his condom.  He took the condom and squeezed his cum out and massaged my feet with his warm cum.   He told me to touch myself.  As he massaged my feet he started licking and sucking my toes.  It was amazing to watch him kiss my size nine feet while I stroked my cock.   He inserted two fingers in me as I stroked my cock.  When I was close he swallowed my cock in his warm mouth.  It was phenomenal.  We held each other and talked.  After our clothes were clean he ordered pizza.  We sat in the floor leaning against his leather sofa eating pizza, getting to know each other more,   Eventually he took me home.  This time we rode on his motorcycle.  When we reached my small house near the university I invited him in.  As soon as he got inside my door he kissed me and said..I want to fuck you in your home...we found our way to my study.  He leaned me over my desk..ate my ass and plugged my ass with his fat cock.  As he was taking my ass he started ready various book titles that were on my bookshelf.  Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales, To Kill A Mockingbird, Flowers for Algernon and was he was ready to cum in my ass..he slowly whispered.. To.. Kill.. A.. Mockingbird.  I screamed his name as his ropes of cum shot in my ass.  When he pulled out he got on his knees and tongue my hole and ate his cum he had just shot in my ass.   

The next week at the university I received a beautiful arrangement of flowers from Frederick...my colleagues asked lots of questions.  I told them...just a friend.  A student of mine spoke to me after class and said, Dr. T.  didn’t I see you at the Panthers game recently.  I said yes.   He said I thought so.  My boss, Fred who owns a motorcycle shop asked me if I had you as one of my instructors.  He winked and said...I know he sent you flowers.  I questioned him.  He was on the phone specifically telling the florist they had to be delivered on time ..to a Dr. Bartholomew Tipton.  I told Fred ..hey that’s my English professor.  He winked at me and said..no, Dr. Bart is my guy.  He continued to tell his employee my student with a big smile on his face...Dr. Bart is definitely my guy.  My student whispered to me,  honestly, Fred is a good guy..but as lot late he’s been so happy and he’s started readying all these books just out of the blue.  Dr. T..this guy has got it bad for you.  I grinned and said..that may be so...but I have his favorite football jersey now in my study on my wall.   It seems Fredrick loves to fuck my only in my study.  On the floor, my desk..the sofa and especially with me leaned up against my bookshelf.  God..I love my motorcycle man.