"...I'm no great looker; I'm no fine catch..."
Wasn't that part of a line from a Jethro Tull song? Well, it's certainly
true about me and God only knows WHAT Chris sees in me. God love him, he MUST
see somethin' and I'm glad he does. As I lie here, with the full moon
bathin' his beautiful, fully jet-black bearded face in Her pale rays and I
think, "Robert Patrick Mahr, you're one lucky Son of a Bitch!
You're 45, overweight, tattooed, long bearded, dark red headed goin' grey,
slightly balding, grumpy, grouchy, greasy, dirty and stinkin' half of the time
and this handsome young man LIKES the way you look and has the hots for you even
after eleven years.
Who would've thought that 'Hagar the Horrible' would have EVER caught 'Prince
Valiant'". Certainly not me! Chris is so good lookin'. He's as
tall as I am and muscular. He could have just about any gay man he wanted.
Well, I suppose I do have a FEW charms. I'm rather nicely muscled; not
show quality, but not bad, 6' nothin', a great kisser and hung like a fuckin' stud
bull. But, all the same, Chris and I don't look like a good match on the
surface of it. He's definitely high class and I'm an ordinary guy. I
got a high school education and that's as far as I went. I'm a voracious reader,
though and I've taught myself quite a bit. I've read books from
Shakespeare to Ray Bradbury and from Darwin to Steven Gould. Of course,
I've also read everything from the Kama Sutra to De Sade and beyond too!
He says he loves me exactly the way I am and wouldn't change me if he could.
I've changed him just slightly over the years. I convinced him he needed a
nice Bear tattoo on his left shoulder and to my surprise, he got one a couple of
years ago. I've also noticed his taste in casual clothes has changed from
strictly Eddie Bauer to now include jeans, black T-shirts and a nice leather
vest that used to be mine, until he appropriated it. Every year he has me
wear it without a shirt for a week or two in the summer. He says he likes to
have the smell of my sweat renewed annually. The end result was that I had to
buy a new vest and break it in. I don't mind so much, especially since he looks
so damn HOT in my old vest and greasy jeans.
Chris is the age I was now when we first met. He was 26 and I was 34.
I remember the night we met. It was at a New Year's party at my favorite
hang out, "Bruin's". The "Bruin" in question is a big ol' Teddy Bear of a man
named Don Fraizer. Don or Grizz to his friends, is a HUGE man. 6'9' of
solid muscle, brown-grey beard, beer belly, tattoos and ever present cigar. He's as
intimidatin' as Hell to anyone lookin' for trouble in his bar, but one of the
nicest guys I've ever met: loyal to a fault, a true friend and great bed
partner. Grizz and I never got serious over each other, probably because
we're too much alike. But, you don't have to be serious about each other to have
a nasty ol', greasy, Nekkid Bear Wrasslin' good time!
Grizz owns and operates the bar. He ACTUALLY won in a poker game.
When he'd gotten it, it was really run down. Ten years of lovin' care and hard work
had made it one of the coolest hangouts for everyday guys in town: if not the state.
It was much bigger now than when Grizz had won the deed. He had added on
to and rebuilt the place. He'd lovingly restored the 20's era solid oak bar and
brass work. He added a pool/pinball room and expanded both bathrooms from two
stalls to five for each with a trough urinal in the men's side (there was a reason for
that) and custom winged HD signs that read "Bros" and "Bitches" on the doors.
In one of the corners he'd installed a gorgeous old jukebox that he'd also restored.
The gold plated sign on it read: "Hit the box at your own risk! Grizz".
The few people that did got personally escorted out of the bar,
rather roughly and were told never to come back. If ever he'd needed "back up" ,
Grizz never did, there were any number of bro's that were regulars who'd help.
The place was nice, but not fussy, the kind of place you didn't feel you had to
dress special or be fresh out of the shower to go to. It has a rep for
bein' a biker bar and quite a few bros DO like to hang out there, but the clientele ran
from workin' stiffs, bikers and truckers to college kids and businessmen out for
a thrill. I was the workin' stiff/biker and one Christopher Mc Mahon "Love
of my Life" was the college kid out for a thrill.
It's amazin', even at a really relaxed gatherin', how people segregate into
their own little groups and refuse to interact. Chris was there with his
buddies from the local college. It wasn't that local at about twenty miles
away, but was the nearest one to the bar. I was there with a couple of the
guys from the garage, both nice guys, but neither of them available or interested in
me. They were both VERY straight and had girlfriends on their arms.
For all intents and purposes, I was at this bash alone. I was even more alone when
I found out from Grizz that my buddies had cut out on me, without so much as a
fuck off, at around 9:30 or so. No doubt they'd decided to celebrate
elsewhere with their dates and I couldn't blame them. If an opportunity to fuck
opposed hangin' out with the guys from work presented itself, you'd better fuckin'
believe I'd choose the first option.
I first saw Chris with his buddies at a corner table as I was considerin' all of
I was bitchin' about my dateless status to Grizz. He offered to take me
back to his playroom after hours. It wouldn't be the first time he and I had spent all-
night and part of the next day in his auxiliary master bed room/dungeon.
Grizz was and is definitely one of my favorite bedmates. I accepted immediately
and he got a big ol' grin around his stogie. I peeked over the bar and noticed
his nice sized bulge gettin' bigger. My grin matched his and I was getting'
pretty hard myself.
When he was remodelin' he had a special room built in the bar. It was in
the back by his office with soundproof walls, a heavy door and stout locks. It
was good sized and had a full bathroom attached. Admission to the playroom was
by invitation only, of course, and it comfortably accommodated 4 to 6 Bears.
It included a play area with various leather goods and toys, a small wet bar and a
fridge for goodies. Grizz had a style that only a hedonist possesses and a
rich Dad who had died and left him with quite a bit of money. You'd never know
he was worth a couple of million by the way he looked or acted. I really
loved the man and he knew it.
Occasionally I'd look over at Chris, though I didn't know that was his name yet.
I'd catch him lookin' at me and as soon as I did, he'd look away. "Give me
another beer Grizz. Hey, What do ya think of the black bearded kid over in
the corner?" I asked. "I think he's pretty good lookin'." Grizz
said. "He'd be better lookin' with my dick in his mouth. Hell, you're better lookin' with
my dick in your mouth!" "Thanks, bro'!" I said sarcastically. We
both chuckled. Seriously, you think he's interested." "Don't know... maybe. His
eyes aren't on the babes the way his buddy's are." Grizz said with a puff. "I'll
keep an eye out an' see if he looks interested; see if he's checkin' you out, though I
can't imagine why he'd be interested in an ugly fat fucker like you!" I
flipped Grizz off and we both grinned. "Later bro', after hours!" He
chuckled. "I guess if he IS interested were off for tonight, huh." "Fuck, no!" I said,
"I'll talk him into a threesome!" "You're one Hell of a guy, bro'!" He chuckled.
"Hey, I wouldn't turn down a buddy for a tight young ass; but I wouldn't give it
up either." I said. "No need for anyone to lose out, right bro'."
"You know it, bro'!" I said and paid for the beer.
I went into the poolroom and got into a friendly game with some of the other
bros. I was well acquainted with some of them and casual friends with some
of the others. Grizz and I had gone up to Sturgis with a few of them.
While one of the other guys was shooting, I went to take a piss. Grizz had installed
trough urinals and there was method to his madness. After all, if two guys
are at a trough urinal, they can see each other's cocks and Grizz liked to check the
guys out. He knew how big each guy in the bar was, it was kinda a hobby
with him. In fact, that's how he knew I was interested in him, we fucked the
first night I visited the bar because of it. I was alone, fishin' out the hose,
when someone came in behind me. I turned to look and it was the kid with the
black beard. I suspected he had been waitin' for his chance to get me alone and
I was more than happy to give him the opportunity. He walked right up, unzipped,
whipped it out and began pissin'. I glanced over and saw that the kid was
fairly well hung too and was massagin' his cock as he pissed. I figured he
was about eight inches or so. I'd had quite a few beers, seven or eight since
we'd gotten to the place at six o'clock and this was the first time I'd taken a leak.
I like piss, so I like havin' a maximum capacity bladder. I stretch it out
by drinkin' and holdin' it for hours longer than I have to. I'm no
lightweight, so I wasn't even feelin' what I had had. I was standin' there, lettin' a
thick stream of rank Bear piss fly and I notice the kid is lookin' over at my cock.
I turned my head toward him and he didn't stop lookin' like most guys would.
He met my gaze and I smiled. "Like what you see?" I growled. If he'd
been skittish, that would have scared him off. It didn't and that brought him
up about twenty notches in my estimation of him. Calmly, looked at me with
his deep blue eyes and said "Yes."
The kid had balls! That turned me on. What he did next turned me on
even more. He reached over and grabbed hold of my cock with one hand. He cupped his
other hand and held it under my stream of dark yellow Bear whizz. I filled his
hand and cut off the flow, even though it stings like Hell to stop in mid-leak; if
this was goin' where I thought it was and this kid was a pig for piss, I wasn't
wastin' any more kidney brew down the drain. He lifted his hand to his
mouth and drank it down, starin' me in the eye as he did so, I was semi hard when he
grabbed my cock. Seein' this Cub drink my rank Bear brew had me full on
stiff. He was hard as a rock too. He licked his lips when he was done and was
about to say somthin' when we heard someone comin'. We zipped up as one of his
buddies came in. I could tell I intimidated the guy, so I washed up and so did the
I'd have to get Grizz to help. We left the can and went to our separate
corners. He went back to the corner table and I went back to the pool
table, I'd almost completely forgotten about the game. Next chance I got, I went
back to the bar. "Grizz, give me four more beers, no make that six, one right
after the other. Here's the green bro'" "What's up bro'?" He asked.
"The kid." Grizz interrupted me, "His name is Chris, bro', I overheard when they were
gettin' a pitcher." "OK... Chris is a piss hog bro'!" I said quietly.
"No shit?" Grizz chuckled. "Yeah, he put his cupped hand under my stream and I filled
it. Then he drank it down without flinchin'. I gotta top off the tank."
Grizz grinned and took a deep drag on his cigar. "Guess I'll tank up too.
Hell, even if he turns you down, WE'LL have some fun." "That's what I like about you
Grizz, you're such a positive thinkin' guy!" Grizz was roarin' with that.
"You mind if I invite Chris to our after hours party in your 'Den'." "Fuck,
no!" He said. "Mind if I start the party before closin'?" "You're really in
need of a good fuck, aren't you? It's not a problem, bro'. I figure you two'll
be all cuddled up and smoochin' by the time I close. That'll give me the chance
to get everythin' shut down and locked up. Then I can strip down and join you
two." He chuckled "That'll add some spice to it. Don't let him know.
I'd like to surprise him" "Is the guest key in the usual place, bro'?" I asked.
"Yep, it's in the breaker box in the store room." He said. "If anyone asks
about the can, tell them that someone ralphed on the floor in there and you'll clean it up
in a minute. I want to get Chris alone for a minute, so I'll put up the
"Closed" sign and lock the door. Over the next thirty minutes or so, I
downed six beers and even though I'm not a lightweight, I was feelin' pretty mellow.
With that I went huntin' Cub.
Around eleven or so I managed to get Chris alone in the bathroom. I put
the sign up and locked the door. "Look," I said, "I'm a straight forward guy,
so I'm gonna cut through the preliminaries. I want to fuck you and I think
you want me to. Am I right?" "Well, yes." he said "But, there are two
things I need to know first. What's your name?" I grinned. I was so horny I
didn't even introduce myself. "The name's Bob. Bob Mahr." He smiled.
"Nice to meet you, Bob. You're one Hell of a good-looking Bear, but I'm sure you know that.
I'm Chris Mc Mahon." "What's the other thing you needed to know?"
"This." He said as he moved his mouth to mine. I started deep kissin' him like I was
fuckin'. We grabbed each other's crotches and kissed until we were pretty well worked up.
I broke the kiss and asked, "Well, did that satisfy your curiosity?" "Yes,
that's all I needed to know. My Mom always said if I found someone I was
interested enough in to consider dating, I should make sure that she was a good
kisser. Well, Mom doesn't know I'm gay... yet. What's the plan?
I saw you talking to the barkeep and I guessed he was in on it." He grinned a
beautifully wicked grin. "You're pretty damn smart, Cub!" I chuckled.
"Well, if not that, I'm at least observant." He said. "The plan is as follows: You and I
are goin' to sneak off to a special room Grizz has in the back. We can make all the
fuckin' racket we want to back there and no one's gonna be the wiser. It's
sound proof." "Nice!" He said. "Grizz knows about it. He'll
tell your buddies that you went off with a girl, I'll take you home on my Harley." Just then
Grizz came in with a mop bucket. "You two finished? I can only have
them use the Women's can for so long." Grizz said. "We finished talkin'?" I
asked Chris. "Yes. Let's go fuck." Chris grinned. "I like him
Bob, he's got his priorities straight!" Grizz said, we all laughed. "You two get on
back into the store room, I'll see if the coast is clear first."
We managed to get back to the storeroom unobserved. After about five
minutes of French kissin' and gropin' we moved it into the "Den". Chris was wide-eyed
when he saw the place. "I've never been in a playroom before." he said as he
looked at the various toys and leather. "Strip down, Cub." He did and the
kid was really good lookin', for a Cub. He had a fair amount of black fur on his
chest, belly and butt, a bit of Cub fat and lots of muscle. I could tell that
with ten years more on him he'd be a well-built, well-furred Papa Bear; especially if I
had a hand in sculptin' his body. I continued as I began to strip, "Grizz
and I have been workin' on the right smell of the mattress and grunge of the sheets
for the last five years. That bed's full of Bear musk and the sheets smell
of cigars, Bear cum, Bear sweat and Bear piss. Jump on in and wallow in the
scents." He did just that, he pushed his face into a bunched up sheet and
was inhalin' deeply. I could see the bliss in his eyes as he took in years of
accumulated raunchy Bear odor. I was drippin' pre-cum all over the place.
I jumped on that stud Cub, lubed his ass with a cup of pre cum and I was up inside
him before he had a chance to pull the sheet from his face. Instead he
yelled into the sheet as I shoved my huge cock up his hole.
I was plunderin' Viking and I had just invaded his body. I guess I really
am a "Hagar the Horrible". I wanted to take him hard and fast. I wanted
to rough fuck him. After a minute or so, he really started gettin' into it.
His cock grew from about eight inches to a good ten or so. He was hung almost as
well as I was. He was rock hard and dribblin' pre-cum all over his thick belly
fur. He was gruntin' and growlin' just like I was. He started bitin' me and I
started bitin' back. We were gnawin' on each other's arms and necks. He
started bitin' and suckin' on my furry nipples and I returned the favor. I was gettin'
close to the edge and started backin' off; this was our first fuck and I didn't want
it to be over in ten minutes.
I started slow fuckin' him, long dickin' and deep kissing. Sweat began
drippin' off of me and I rubbed my furry sweaty body all over my Cub to mark him with MY
scent. If I put my mind to it, I can stay hard for more than an hour while
fuckin' and not cum `til I'm ready. Chris wasn't as disciplined, then; now
he can go as long as I can. He says I taught him a "valuable technique", I
say I taught him the pleasure of extended fuckin'. Twenty minutes or so into it,
he shot his load all over my chest and into my beard. I loved it. I
massaged it into my fur and rubbed it into my beard. I began rubbin' my sticky fur
into his furry chest as I hard humped and deep kissed him again. In no time flat he
was rock hard again. I told him to open his mouth. When he did, I began
droolin' into it. He loved that!
I fucked Chris for another twenty minutes or so and finally decided I wanted to
get my rocks off. I picked up the tempo and told him to suck and bite my
nipples. He did so and added a bonus; he started pissin' all over himself
and me. I was already hotter than a Bear in heat, but when he started pissin',
it pushed me over the edge. I started loosin' control. I was humpin'
him hard and fast. Suddenly I was pumpin' him full. I trembled all over like I
was a huge vibrator and someone had just turned me on. I poured myself into him and
he took every drop. I'd been horny all week and I was savin' up by not jackin'
off so I'd be ready to possibly fuck Grizz at the New Year. Now Chris was
gettin' the loads I'd been savin' all week long for Grizz. I never thought I was
gonna stop. Chris moaned and came YET AGAIN! I thought, "The Kid must be a
Satyr." I had no idea that he REALLY was at the time and I didn't know how lucky I had just gotten.
I pulled out and collapsed on top of him. We reeked of piss and sex.
We kissed some more and fell asleep in each other's arms, not carin' that we'd missed the
beginnin' of the New Year. The New Year was already MUCH better than the
We both woke to a big rough Bear paw grabbin' our dicks. Grizz loomed over
us with a cock in each hand and his own huge pole standin' straight up. Grizz
is a gorgeous Bear. He has a thick brown pelt, a huge dick and nice, large, low
hangin' balls. "Lookie what I found here! A Bro' can't get any
luckier than findin' two good lookin' Bears in his bed!" He spred Chris' legs apart and
sunk is greased up dick deep into him. Chris grunted. "Oh, God!"
Chris said. "You like that Bro'?" Grizz grinned around his huge cigar and puffed smoke in
Chris' face. Chris grunted out, "Yes! It hurts..." groan "but, don't stop."
With that, I put my dick in Chris' mouth and he started suckin' hard and playin' with my
balls, gruntin' as he did. I knew what he wanted. My bladder was at
maximum capacity and hurt like Hell. I started emptyin' into the Cub and he gulped
the rank Bear brew down. It felt so damned good to piss; I almost came from
the pleasure of pissin' alone. When I was empty, I was hard and Chris kept on
suckin'. After our nap, I figured I could give him one more load.
Grizz was gruntin' and pumpin' his ass hard. I grabbed Chris' cock and started
jackin' him slowly. The three of us Bears gruntin', groanin' and growlin'
together, satisfyin' each other's hunger, was wonderful. Grizz came up inside Chris'
ass at about the same time I came in his mouth. Grizz then got a blissful look
on his face "I love to piss up a nice tight ass!" He said. "Save some for me,
bro'!" I said. "Don't worry, you'll get yours!" I dove on
Chris' hard cock and sucked for all I was worth. Chris went into spasms and filled my mouth
with fresh, hot Cub cum. While I was busy with Chris, Grizz pulled out of him,
spread my ass and rammed his cock up inside of me. He was good and slick
from the cum he'd just pumped into Chris. I felt the warmth of his piss
spreadin' inside of me. "Ah! I love pissin' in your ass too, bro'."
After pissin' he fucked me until he came again.
Chris and I went to the can and dumped our loads, came back and crawled into bed
with Grizz, one of us on each side of him. I took the cigar out of his
mouth and started puffin' on it while Grizz deep kissed Chris. Grizz took back
the cigar and he and I kissed. We both lay there runnin' our hands all over
Grizz' great furry body. I took hold of his stiff dick and jacked him off for a
long time. Finally, he shot all over his furry chest and belly. Chris and
I lapped it out of his fur, sucked his nipples and each of us tongue bathed his furry
pits and crotch. Grizz had achieved Nirvana.
After a while, Grizz reached over to the nightstand and put out his cigar in the
ashtray. We all started driftin' off to sleep. Chris and I nestled
down with our heads restin' in the big Bearman's pits. His big furry arms were
wrapped around both of us. Grizz sighed contentedly as I put my hand on his balls
and Chris laid his arm across his big furry chest, gently playin' with his right nipple.
I woke the next mornin' with my left hand full of Bear balls. Grizz and
Chris were snorin' away. I woke Grizz with a blow job. Chris woke and
started suckin' on Grizz' balls. "That's the nicest fuckin' way to be woke up."
He sighed as he ran his fingers through our hair. We spent the rest of mornin'
havin' nasty Bear sex and lovin' every raunchy minute of it. We all
showered together, havin' more sex in the shower, got dressed and went out to a huge
steak lunch at one of Grizz' favorite diners, his treat. Chris and I held
hands under the table like newly weds and I guess that's what we were since we've been
together ever since. Grizz thought we were, "Just too fuckin' cute."
I could tell he was really happy for the both of us and we let him know that he was in
no way excluded from sex with either one or the both of us. He said it was
the perfect arrangement; Chris and I had each other and he had two horny buddies who
liked casual rough fuckin'.
Grizz said he wasn't after a relationship, but two years later he fell in love
with a burly salt and pepper bearded biker named Lou. I'd never seen him
so intense about anyone before. Those two argue all the time, but they really
love each other and I think they actually enjoy arguin'. Now, the four of us
get together and have "Bad Bear" sex in Grizz' den.
Chris finished up his doctorate in genetics and is workin' for an up and comin'
genetic engineering company. We make an odd pair, especially at parties,
but it works.
So here I am at 2:30 in the mornin' after a couple of hours of GREAT sex with
the most handsome, horny, Bear-Satyr on the face of the planet. He's
filled out nicely over the last eleven years. He's a solid chunck of Bear and
absolutely COVERED in thick black fur. That vest of mine fits him perfectly now, he
fills it out as well as I do.
The Bear tattoo on his shoulder is harder to see with all the fur grown back
over it. It was a birthday present for me and for himself too; it's very
well done. It's of a red furred, long-bearded biker Bear dressed in MY ridin'
gear on MY Harley. He said, "I think it looks just like you!" It really
does. The artist used a photo of me on my scoot to create the caricature. "Now I can
have you with me wherever I go." he said. The guy's an artist; I'm plannin' to
get some more ink done as soon as I decide what I want. I'm thinkin' about
getting' one of Chris as a Bear.
I look at Chris' beautifully bearded face, feel the warmth of his ursine body
next to me and realize that he makes me happier than anything and anyone else in
my life... and I still don't know what he sees in me.
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