Painting Pictures -- RUBY
#2 of Painting Pictures
Haha, oh my goodness, I wrote up the other one in such a short amount of time, I figured I'd give this one a little try as well. I'm having just random fun with these, hehe. As usual much like the last one, there is only one limit: 1000 words, no more, no less. Just a quick way to try and train the descriptive tales as when you can only say so much, what you can say means that much more. So! With 1000 words which is the amount of words that a picture is worth, how well can I create a picture with the words then? You tell me!
I give you all of the next Painting Pictures Series, all of which will probably have no connection with one another, so don't worry, read any one story and have a new, quick story! Remember! Leave some stars and fav if you liked, and a comment if you loved!
Important Ruby Properties: Hardness and Representation of Lust and Love
~RUBY~
The day was something special.
In all honesty I had never thought about older men in this way, but after you see the man I have, it might not be that hard of a concept to grasp.
He's tall.
He's lean.
He's handsome.
He's sculpted like a god.
He's kind.
Those muscles.... Ooouuhuh.... I swear I drooled when I saw him leaving the shower with just that skimpy bit of a towel wrapped around his waist. He saw me looking to which I only barely caught myself remedying the situation by telling him he did an awesome workout routine and I wished my frail, smaller bunny body could get up to that point.
He's sweet.
Gave me a list of the foods he eats and told me which types of protein would be good. I think I probably should have held back the giddy schoolgirl-like giggle but it was hard and I managed to clear my throat before resuming with a more masculine laugh.
That was the first time I jacked off in those showers.
I could have sworn I heard the door close after I finished, but it was probably nothing.
The next few days I managed to get a few words in here and there, have a nice conversation every now and again and wouldn't you know? After a bit I finally gained a little more bunny boy mass, I figured it would be easier to pick up guys if I lost some of the tummy flub.
I think he might like me, but I couldn't tell you, maybe he doesn't know I'm gayer than most. He says he liked the color red a lot the last time we spoke, the dark red ruby gemstone tipped bar piercings I have laced down my ear seemed to catch his eyes often that day, I think I even made him stumble on the treadmill when I walked in with some short shorts runner attire. Black with a red stripe down both my thighs of course, how else was I supposed to try and be a tease if I didn't take advantage of the knowledge I had?
He's gotten even bigger over the few weeks I've known him, putting on more mass to make those Bruin arms, thighs and abs stand out that much more prominently.
A Brown Bear needs to stay in shape, he made note several times through our conversations, a real workout enthusiast, who I somehow managed to get to discuss his sexual habits. Says he hasn't found anyone that fits his tastes before. I gave my rump a small shake then, his eyes caught it and we talked about masturbation afterwards.
He jerked off in the corner of the showers, the steam made it hard to see, but I saw the familiar motions to know that hip bucking wasn't just for show.
He blushed when he came out and I went in, a smirk was across my face I'm sure.
Then, however, I figured it wouldn't hurt to just be a good tease for someone I have come to say is my workout friend.
He slapped my ass.
Told it off like it was for a good lift I had just done. Slowly working my way up to almost 150 so I guess my twink lifestyle is slowing being changed.
I got a little sweaty during my run so I just end up stripping down to my shorts, my nipples firm and pierced against my white fur that clashes so nicely with his dark brown fur.
I smile.
He smiles and crosses his legs before getting up and falling down to start doing some pushups.
There was a short few moments he looked back over to me, eyes glued to my backside that I had come to admire myself with how nice it looked. Firm, well maintained and I'm not going to bash my cute little cotton tail. One of my many traits, although I did get a cute tattoo of a rainbow bunny paw to the right and under it on my right ass cheek that gives my tail a race for the cutest.
The night went on like this, him giving subtle hints, I doing so in return. Everything turned into a blur for the night until his lips were mashed up to mine, our sweaty bodies rubbing against each other.
He nipped my ruby bars, fake gems of course, but still, worth the pain for the piercings.
The Vodka he shared with me made the night that much more fun, he said I was the cutest 24 year old after a few shots. He was 30.
"You a fag...?"
"You... bet you sweet Bruin ass I am..."
"Ever had a Bear...? We're... big..."
"Nope..."
Our conversation was brief, a few questions here, there, a discovery he had a pierced dick and there we were, the last occupants entering the showers as we made out tipsy selves in.
I was bent over and begging him to fuck his fag seconds later, his cock and thumb nestled nicely up under my tail, my tattoo was given a nice compliment to boot.
I was against the wall.
I was against the floor.
I was held up and my legs only slightly wrapped around his burly body.
He tugged my nipple piercings and I called him daddy.
It hurt so good, feeling that shaft up under my tail, gaping me like an object.
We shared a Vodka kiss and I came, he jerked me and milked me.
I was filled moments later by a growling beast of a male.
His hips buried that fat dick inside me, my toned stomach stretched upwards as he emptied in me.
The cleanup was nothing but a finger scooping his seed out of me, I sucked his paws cleaned and we headed out for dinner.
Today, the wedding is planned to be in two weeks.
The Ruby on my finger always brings up a great story of how our first date started.