From Cub Fun to Bear Pleasure

In primary school, Terry was often teased for being a plumy boy. His smile added some charm, and his mother, who was heavy built herself, called him “my Teddy Bear”. In fact, the real bear was uncle George. He liked to show off his big hairy belly and his arm muscles. He took pleasure in having Terry sit on his firm thighs, putting pressure on his crotch.

When Terry was playing alone in the barn, uncle George would surprise him by putting a leather collar around his neck, attaching a leash, and walking the cub nephew like a dog. It didn’t take long for Terry to get excited, to bark, to lick his uncle’s face, and to sniff his bulge. In return, George would squeeze the boy’s ass and fun-spank it.

One day, George showed up wearing tight jeans and a leather harness. Terry was impressed and wanted to feel his uncle’s muscles. That triggered a sudden bulge below George’s belt, something Terry had never noticed before with his father, his teacher or the handsome neighbour.

For his nephew’s 18th birthday, George bought him a leather jockstrap. They both paraded in the barn, and it’s well known that what happens in the barn stays in the barn. They rubbed bulge to bulge, grabbed each other’s ass, enjoyed getting their rod hard and juicy in no time. Terry was ready for his first 69 experience. The sweet and sour taste of cum was nothing compared to the sweet and sour sauce on chicken balls. George did however spit some of Terry’s jizz on his balls to lick it before chewing the young jewels.

As soon as Terry had saved enough money from his Summer job, he bought a harness and wore it to his first bath house visit. He was a hit! His wide ass, his hairy belly, and his fresh huge pink mushroom sticking out of the jockstrap were in demand all night long. An older guy introduced himself as the leader of a Gay Bears Club. He invited Terry to his roomette and started kissing him wildly, sucking his tongue with frenzy.

That was just an appetizer. After, caressing, kissing, licking, spanking and sniffing Terry’s arse, Big Bear buried his face in Terry’s crack, ready to tongue-twist his way inside and reach the yummy rosebud that he darted, covered with spit, and sucked like it was his last meal for a week. Terry never thought a tongue could trigger so much pooper fun. He reciprocated like a pro, and moaned like a young girl getting her first French kiss.

Terry joined one of the numerous Gay Bear Clubs in New York, and loved to get spanked and the end of each meeting. The harder the blow, the greater the hard-on. And he couldn’t get enough of sucking huge cocks, eating sweaty rear ends, and being fucked both in the face and in the arse. If there had been a Mr. Slut contest, like the International Mr. Leather, he would have won the title easily.

Meanwhile, George had grown to like older men as long as he could pound them hard and deep. He heard of a dating site called Silver Dudes, and joined in no time: there were thousands of dudes looking for man-to-man pleasure. OK, some lived far away, but he could host many from in and around New York. With a variety of Top, Bottom and Versatile guys, the fun was endless.

While many preferred fucking or getting fucked by someone roughly their own age, there were a few who’s age preference spanned from 20 to 70. This prompted George to invite Terry to join him when a member from Silver Dudes had hinted on his horny desire to rim a fresh peachy butt. George, Terry and Paul met at the Black Eagle Disco Bar, had a few drinks, explored the backroom, the patio and the top floor where a sling was occupied by a hairy bear being served, on one had, by a long slender white pistol exploring his throat and, on the other hand, by a thick black bazooka shoving in and out a hungry ass.

Paul stood behind Terry, embraced him, rubbed his bulge along the seams of the tight faded blue jeans, and whispered an invitation. George was watching with a grin on his face. Someone was ready to score tonight… and his target was already smiling. Young teddy bears have a way of being irresistible. Paul and Terry were soon kissing, holding hands, on their way to the dance floor. A small crowd was vibrantly singing the chorus line of Y.M.C.A., a Village People hit in any gay disco.

Seeing that George was following a sixtyish bear to the back room, Terry and Paul left the Black Eagle Disco Bar, walked two blocks, and reached a round condo building occupied 90% by gay men; it was jokingly called the Vaseline Tower. Paul’s condo was moderately elegant.

Having drank a few beers, both had an urge to pee. The host suggested that they should take a shower and have fun peeing on each other. Feeling Paul’s warm amber liquid on his chest, his balls, his crack, and his face excited Terry and got him horny as hell. After a quick rinse, they were lying in bed. Paul used Terry’s hairy belly as the best well-placed pillow to suck a fuckin tasty dick.

While getting acquainted, Terry found out that Paul was a writer, a freelance journalist, and a book critic for a well-known literary magazine in the Big Apple. Some of his short stories were regularly published on a Swedish site called Gay Demon. He selected his most recent one as a bedtime story for Terry. Entitled I.B.M. or International Butt Match, this scenario quickly caught Terry’ attention as it was about a competition where representatives from Europe, Asia, Africa, Oceania, North and South America gave their hottest performance in the following categories: Best Rear View, Hottest Jockstrap Frame, Cutest Dimples, Hairy vs Peachy, Most Intoxicating Sniff, and Tastiest Hole.

To make a long story short, Paul was the judge and Terry got an A1 grade in each category. Moreover, the two arse and cock worshipers got to feel so comfortable together that Paul invited Terry to move in. The queen size bed was put to full use since they both weighed around 210 lbs. Paul was much taller, 6’3” compared to 5’6”. One part of their body was identical: cock. Same size, same shape, same thick pink mushroom. In 69 fun, they had the intoxicating impression of sucking themselves. Reincarnation of Narcissus!

But Terry’s sperm explosion was way more abundant than Paul’s jizz pouring. Especially when he would get spanked to the point of getting his rump roast reddish, and then tongue fucked. Even though Terry liked to be treated like a slave on a leash, Paul believed in equal male bonding practices, putting virile fun on same footing for both of them... until the spread of a virus led to keeping distance and wearing a mask.

Terry had always dreamed of being treated like a pet dog, eager to woof-woof his master. His wish came true the day he started wearing a leather puppy dog mask and a leash attached to his leather collar band. Holy fuck! The more he looked like being humiliated, the more he enjoyed man-to-man pleasure, the more he kissed Paul passionately, the more he sucked Paul’s dick, the more he offered his hungry hole for tongue and cock drilling. Heaven on Earth!