Werebear

Sun Circle

I awoke in one of the rooms of the small motel I had seen the night before. I was naked but my clothes were on the chair beside the bed. I couldn’t have slept more than a few hours, but I was completely refreshed. I headed for the shower and found a toothbrush and toothpaste had been set out form me. As I stepped out of the shower someone knocked on my door. Twinkle-Toes stuck his head in.

“I see you’re up,” he chirped. “How are you feeling?”

“Amazing.” And I was. It surprised me.

“Good.” He wasn’t shy about watching me get dressed and I wasn’t shy about letting him. After all, we had spent quite a bit of time naked together last night and before that he had helped pull me from...What exactly was that? It was so erotic at the time, so sensual. But there was a darkness to it. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

From the central building I heard a bell being rung. “That would be breakfast.” He said, motioning toward the door. I followed him out and got my first good look at the compound. There was a small pond beyond the central building. He told me that they called that the lodge. The smaller cottages scattered along various paths leading into the woods were for residents and long-term visitors, while most short-term visitors stayed in the motel building. “We call that the Bates Motel.” As we walked towards the lodge, he explained that the community offered retreats and workshops to the larger LGBTQ population, but the core residential community was largely comprised of radical faeries. “Right now, there are only a few visitors, mostly old friends. But during some of the retreats every room is full, and we have to set up tents for the overflow. People don’t seem to mind. Usually they are happy to be here. We do get the occasional bitchy queen, but if they can’t handle country life, they usually don’t come to places like this.

Others were joining us as we drew closer to the lodge. The kitchen and dining room were just off the main room I had first entered last night. The spaces were bright and clean if a bit ragged around the edges. Breakfast was served buffet style and before we ate. we gathered in a circle. Not exactly for prayer, more like community announcements and a moment of focus. Starlight and Twinkle-Toes kept an eye on me during breakfast, but they also kept their distance so others in the community could have a chance to meet me. They were quite a friendly lot and the conversations were full of laughter and sharing. As folks were beginning to wander off for the day, Sniff sat himself down next to me and joined in.

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

“Very well,” I said.

“You needed it. Quite the ordeal you went through last night. If you want, I can help you understand what you were facing and why you were so confused.”

I nodded. I still didn’t really have a handle on all that went on.

“But we’ll get to that in a bit. Right now, folks are heading down to the pond for our weekly Sun circle.” He smiled at my quizzical look. “Of course, you don’t know what that is. You would probably call it a circle jerk. We consider it a libation offering to Mother Earth. When the weather cooperates, we gather on the ledges by the pond for mutual pleasure. You’re welcome to join us if you like.”

“Well,” I said, “I didn’t exactly get what I was looking for last night. Why not?”

When we arrived many of the men were already naked and hard. They represented a wide range of ages, body types and fitness levels. They all seemed quite relaxed and comfortable. As we took our clothes off Sniff explained, “We make an effort to accept each other as we are and try not to pass judgement. Instead we look for the beauty in every imperfect body.”

I found a comfortable spot in a grassy area under some trees. I was not used to lying naked in the sun and worried that my dick might get sunburned. I had participated in a couple of circle jerks before but they were always indoors, usually behind locked doors and drawn curtains. There was always an air of shame and illicitness to it that made it feel exciting and a little dirty. It felt good to be naked with a group of men and it felt good to be naked outdoors on a beautiful summer morning. But there was no frantic tugging at dicks here to see who could cum first. Instead there was a relaxed sensuality. These guys were not just focused on their dicks, they were getting all of their bodies involved. Some played with their nipples, others just massaged their chests and bellies, avoiding their dicks as if saving the best for last. As focus grew and dicks got harder guys began helping each other out.

An older man with salt and pepper hair and a short beard approached me and asked if I’d like a hand. I nodded. He knelt beside me and began massaging my chest. He moved down to my belly with one hand while moving to tease a nipple with the other. I closed my eyes and allowed my body to be explored. He moved both hands to my hips and circled my dick without touching it. He didn’t need to. His attention was enough to make it spring to life all on its own. He moved back up to my chest and shoulders. Leaning forward he softly asked, “Is there any part of your body you want me to avoid touching?” No one had ever asked me that before. Most guys I knew just assumed that you wanted them to play with you dick.

“No, you can touch anything,” I said. Then, “Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” he said, “anywhere you want.”

He moved down my torso again, this time including my dick in his slow massage. I watched him as he stroked my dick with one hand while rubbing my belly with the other. He was getting hard himself, but I didn’t want to just grab his dick. I ran my hand along his thigh and up his belly. He was solid and tan. He obviously spent a lot of time in the sun without clothes. When I reached his chest, I was surprised by how solid his muscles were. I cupped one pec in my hand and played with it for a moment before I squeezed his dark erect nipple. He drew in a breath sharply and his dick jumped to attention, slapping against his belly. “Sorry,” I said.

He just smiled. “My dick is hard-wired to my nipples. Don’t worry, it feels good.”

“Well then,” and I lifted my other hand to reach for his other nipple. He grinned and turned a bit toward me to make it easier to reach.

“I see you found Peter’s on button.” A tall slim red head was standing over us, shining pale in the sunlight. His cock was quite long, maybe nine to ten inches, but narrow. At the end he had a bulbous red dickhead that was so large as to seem disproportionate. He was stroking fairly vigorously, and he looked like he might be getting ready to cum. “You boys want some lube to work with?”

I was taken by surprise. I had been so focused on Peter that I hadn’t noticed the redhead approaching.

Peter leaned forward and said, “He wants to know if he can cum on you. It’s one of the ways he likes to welcome newcomers.”

“Sure, why not?” I watched as his pace quickened. He was getting close and clearly enjoyed watching Peter and I stimulate each other. It didn’t take long for him to throw his head back in ecstasy and shower us with his warm welcome.

Peter instantly gathered up as much of the cum as he could and began using it to jerk me off in earnest. The redhead knelt down behind me and placed my head in his lap. The strong scent of his fresh load surrounded me as he leaned forward to rub my chest and belly, softly kissing first my forehead and then my mouth. By now I had Peter’s dick in my hand, but I was too enraptured to do anything with it. I just relaxed into the moment not caring if I came. But of course I did, and probably pretty quickly too. I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t sense the passing of time.

As I came back to myself, I took a quick look around. Many of the guys had paired off or gathered into small groups. A few remained alone. Most had reached climax and were enjoying the afterglow or orgasm in the warmth of the sun. I realized that Peter was still stroking his dick. He had put all his efforts into getting me off and now it was his turn. I thought the least I could do was help him along.

I got up on my knees and positioned myself behind him pressing my wet softening dick against his back. I wrapped my arms around his chest. I could feel the response in his whole body as I twisted his nipples. As his pace quickened, I reached one hand down his torso toward his dick. He was close and wasn’t about to relinquish his hold on it, so I continued south past his balls and began massaging his taint. I traced the outline of his dick root and pressed hard along its length. He leaned back against me , throwing his head back onto my shoulder as he came hard. I held him tightly as his body spasmed again and again.

The redhead, who had been enjoying the show, leaned forward, picked up some of the glistening white cum from the grass in front of him, and rubbed it all over Peter’s belly. “You’ve always been a messy boy, haven’t you, Pete?” then turning to me, grinning. “He’s always been good at the full body orgasm thing. He’ll probably still be having aftershocks at lunch.”

“Then you’d better not sit next to me, I might spill my soup on you.” Peter lunged forward and knocked the redhead over. They rolled around in gales of laughter, clearly enjoying rubbing their bodies together and getting all tangled up with each other. The other men who were watching by now just shook their heads and laughed. After a minute or two, Sniff came over. He stood over them briefly and said with a grin, “Girls! Girls! You’re both pretty!” then reaching a hand to help me up he nodded toward the lodge. “Let’s talk.”