Chapter 2
Blue distracts Toby. The way the man smiles. The discreet way Blue scratches one of his pecs and a hard nipple 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 cock 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 dick 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 nipple 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 dick 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.” 3: What Blue Doesn’t Know
“When did you speak to Dave King?” Toby inquires about his best friend, wanting to walk around the desk, rip the clothes off the bear, and lick every part of the professor’s body, wetting his appetite with the guy.
“Who?” Blue asks, sharing a befuddled look with Toby, raising one eyebrow higher than the other. It’s sort of a comedic look, but real.
“Never mind.” Toby clears his throat and shakes his head. “You can’t use my blogs to teach with. I don’t like to share my work that way.”
“It’s pretty public online, though, isn’t it?” Blue argues, tilts his head ever so slightly to the right in confusion and confrontation.
“Doesn’t matter. I don’t want you to use my craft as a teaching tool. It’s not intended for that kind of use.”
“What use is it intended for?”
“Entertainment purposes regarding queer bears in this city.”
“I don’t understand,” Blue says. He finds a seat in the metal office chair at his desk. The chair is sleek and aluminum, and quite handsome, just as he is.
“Let me be frank, Mr. Danning. The shit I write is all fluff. You shouldn’t be teaching it to your students. You should maybe be teaching Oscar Wilde, Tennessee Williams, or Truman Capote. Your students are paying a lot of money to attend this school and you shouldn’t rip them off by teaching about blogs.”
“Are you calling me a thief?”
Toby thinks about this for a second, purses his lips together, and nods. “That’s exactly what I’m calling you. My blogging has no literary value whatsoever. Any fool can figure that out. Templeton students deserve better. They should be learning how Willa Cather used to write.”
“Willa Cather?” Blue is surprised to hear that Toby knows who Willa Cather is and does a funky dance with his eyebrows again.
“And other famous authors, of course. Old and new.” Blue doesn’t know anything about Toby, does he? Blue is unaware that Toby graduated with an English degree from Templeton three years ago. Nor does Blue know that Toby was offered a job to teach at the college, but kindly rejected the position because the pay wasn’t all that fair. And Blue is totally in the dark about Toby’s once-affair with the previous English Department Dean at the college, Walter Bliar, which was quite the scandal back then since Walter was married for twenty years and had three sons.