A Bear's Tale #TBT: Booty Calls with The Dark Knight
April 12, 2018
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One of my earliest sexual encounters was with an older scholar. When I was mid-20s, I am sure I thought 40 or 50 was old. But now, I don't think that.

He lived in this lovely home in San Francisco, with perfectly matching furnishings and impeccable collectibles. Our first date was a true sign to the extent of our relationship. Or lack of one.

I agreed to meet Dr. Knight (and yes he liked to be called doctor) at his house and then we’d go out. Well, instead he seduced me and we stayed in all night. In a rare form, I was also on top. Dr. Knight preferred it that way. He also preferred me to wear his leather jacket while fucking him. Wow talk about sweaty. So there we were - a gentle sweet little man being fucked by a sweaty bear. Afterwards, he offered me a snack before he kicked me out.

And while I was not fulfilled by this relationship, I was invited back for an encore. Then another. I went back more times then Cher took her farewell tour on the road. This went on for several months. We never went outside of Dr. Knight’s apartment. We didn't talk much. It's just me coming over and serving Dr. Knight while wearing a leather jacket.

Even when he called me, he always identified himself as Dr. Knight. He'd call me at work and I'd be paged that Dr. Knight is on the phone.

We were really the odd couple. Dr. Knight, with his fancy table settings and antique bed, talked to me with that top drawer, upper-crust accent that I thought was only used in parody like in the movie “Auntie Mame.” And while I tried to talk to Dr. Knight about current events or even literature or movies, our conversation was relegated to small talk that two people do before sex. I was never invited to meet his friends. I wondered if I was the other man and perhaps he had a partner or wife stashed away. But I was obviously in his house as credentials of his accomplishments adorned the walls and while there were pictures around, none showed someone who might be a partner or wife.

And I certainly wasn’t a kept man as I wasn’t given any of the finer things that one being kept might enjoy. And Dr. Knight was attractive but this whole "relationship " was empty. I don’t know why I was there. The sex was okay but very empty. He wasn’t enjoying my personality or charm, two of what I consider my best qualities.

Yet this did go on for months. It became routine very fast. Even to the point in which Dr. Knight would call me and ask me to come right over, even if I was otherwise engaged. For some reason, he thought he had the power to get me to leave a party or a visit with a friend so that I can race to his side.

One time I was having a dinner party and I couldn’t answer the phone and it kept ringing. A friend answered and said I couldn’t come to the phone. Dr. Knight insisted that if they told me it was him on the phone, I’d take the call. But I really couldn’t. So Dr. Knight didn’t take my call the next day. Or the day after. I thought it was over and in many ways I was relieved.

But a few weeks went by and Dr. Knight called me again. Now I decided it should be over. So I did go to his house.  I tried to have a decent conversation and tried to get to know the man. After awhile of nice banter, I felt closer to Dr. Knight than I ever had. So maybe this shouldn’t be over.

Then after telling him a story, he said that he never knew how funny I was. That really hit me. I’ve been coming here for about six months and he never cared to know me. So I told Dr. Knight all of this. He said he was sorry and he’d try. But you know what - you don’t have to try to want to know someone.

So I left Dr. Knight's feeling our "relationship" has come to an end. Yet, he never gave it a chance to begin.

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(Pictures are included are me during these booty call days)

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