The Bear Ballet By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you do not like that, DO NOT read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, and is not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. I have made no effort to portray safe sex practices. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
To say that the success of the Bear Ballet was a surprise understates the case greatly. It was a shock and a sensation. I am Rusty Donovan, the stage manager. They began doing a Christmas show in an Amusement Park. They were the dancing Lumberjacks in the Christmas pageant. They were big, bearish men who could dance and were a surprise hit.
While they waited for a potential Broadway show, an advertising agency used them in an ad for Polar Bear Fleece men's underwear, and for Tundra Trucks. The men were unexpectedly graceful in spite of their size and bulk and they did Buzzy Berkley type routines. Replacing show girls with the big men was comic and memorable. After the laughter stopped you noticed they were athletic and graceful. They were imaginative and clever. The ads were a pop culture sensation.
They also developed an Esther Williams type water show. Synchronized swimming with 200 pound, hairy men was shocking and comic. It was also a hit. They even produced an all Santa swimming routine. Something novel in pop culture is always of interest.
Most of the men had been involved in musical theater before but were too big or old for conventional gigs. The Bear Ballet was a godsend for them. The basic group was twenty men, but there were alternates if they were needed. It was hard work and physically demanding, but for many the alternative was to work in Walmart as a stocker.
We also paid well, and it was a congenial group. They were 90% gay or gay friendly. That provided emotional outlets and made the hard work easier. Johnny, one of the first men to joined the group said the sexual outlets were good, but the inlets were better. He was a well-endowed top who was capable of multiple orgasms.
Johnny was one of several men who were oversexed and needed regular sexual release. Normally, that sort of man is a pest in theatrical group. Here they were an asset. They made for a happy troop of players.
I joined the group when they were in Florida, working on a new routine. They call me the Stage Manager, but I am actually an organizer and task master. They tended to be casual about showing up on time. I took care of that. Normally that would make me an unpopular man, but I also took care of problems and ran errands. I went to the drug store to get prescriptions and medications. I organized snacks and food. I provided sun tan lotion and did chores for the men.
I took me a few days to get in the swing of things. I am gay and had just broken off a relationship with a man who proved to be a user. I worked; he spent my money. That would have been alright if he hadn't spent it impressing his other boyfriend.
I thought I had been sexually active. The bears thought I was a chaste monk. I had been looking for true love. With the bears I found easy, meaningless sex with no strings and no obligations. I am forty and they saw me as a young stud, not as an over the hill, washed-up troll. For a few days I resisted the lure of easy sex and then I gave into temptation and loved every minute. It was no stress fun.
We were at the Sea Mist Motel. It was an older building wrapped around a big pool. It marketed itself as gay friendly and clothing optional. Most of the guests did not go for the clothing option; it was mostly nude. For me the nude option was desirable, since it greatly reduced the laundry needs and it kept the costumes in good shape.
Our men also enjoyed having a small audience. The other motel guests enjoyed them. Our men were big, but in good shape and some were well equipped. They liked the admiration. Soon gay and bear groups had events at the motel and we were featured. By featured I mean naked and friendly.
The pool was big enough for us to use one half while the other guests used the other half. They enjoyed watching our rehearsals. Overt sex was not allowed, but the rooms were right off the pool. The management didn't mind a little foundling and they knew that erections happened. In reality they were tolerant up to actual orgasms. Management didn't like splatter.
We had twelve men in the water ballet, three backup swimmers, two instructors, a choreographer and a bunch of men who came along for the ride and a vacation. The motel group rate for thirty men was good, so it was less expensive for us to have more men, than to house the performers alone.
Johnny was the leader of the actors. His right hand man was Edouard. Edouard claimed that Johnny had injected so much sperm into his ass they had become brothers. Edouard was everyone's friend with benefits. Johnny could be demanding and a bit overbearing. When Johnny got carried away, Edouard would smooth the waters and any bruised egos. After a calming talk and an exchange of sperm, all was well. Edouard was an insatiable bottom. Some of the men relished the thought that Johnny would be fucking his lover whose ass was filed with another man's cum.
Johnny was the first man to play with me. I was physically a little intimated by him. I could bottom, but his cock was a few sizes larger than I had taken. I told him I thought my ass was too small for him. He asked me to trust him; he was expert at opening small holes. I thought that was just a line, but he was careful and concerned. Somehow he shoved it into me, and I experienced a higher level of sex than I knew existed.
Edouard later told me there are two kinds of sex, regular sex and Johnny sex. Johnny's cock was long and lumpy. The cock head formed one lump, the other was near the base and it happened to coincide with most men's prostates. It tapered as it vanished into his bush, so once it was in, it was comfortable.
The first two weeks of preparation for a show were the most difficult. While the water show men were in good shape, a new show often exercised unused muscles. Once you were used to the routines, things were easier. We also had some new dancers who were not used to the open sexual attitudes of the men. At the end of the two-week period the word was out that we were there, and local bears and bear fanciers began to rent rooms.
We had every third day off. This was to let the men relax and assimilate the previous days' work. While we were working we kept to ourselves, but on the off days we mingled with the guests. When we first came to the Sea Mist few of the other guests were into Bears. After a week or so the clientele became more bear or otter oriented.
The Ballet Medic Doc Roberts gave guests free testing and an overall check on health. He was a nurse practitioner. Roberts was thin and tall with a good attitude and a hairy chest. He was a classic otter. Roberts also tended to include a prostate exam that was popular. Even tops found it stimulating.
Our troop included Santa types, muscle Bears and free spirits. The other guests at the motel were more varied with fat, tall, hairy and smooth men, connected only by their interest in Bears and hyper-masculine men. Some wanted daddies, masters, pals and others were willing to take whatever they could get. Our men were mostly opportunistic and willing to go with the flow. Because of Doc Roberts medical exam and testing, everyone felt more comfortable than usual connecting.
While many of the visitors were there to look and lust, many were a bit shy. The same can't be said for our men. In their prime, many had been desirable and active. They had been a long lull caused by being old, hairy and beefy. They were hardly svelte beach bunnies. Here they were desirable again. They weren't going to lose the opportunity. More correctly, they weren't going to miss any opportunity. They weren't interested in platonic relationships either.
I was sitting in the shade near the pool on our day off when two, good looking otter types sat next to me. I was nude, one of the men wore a Speedo; the other wore a Speedo modified with an opening for his cock. It swung free and on view. He was usually short and an exceptionally hairy man named Darwin; his more demurely dressed pal call himself J.B.
"Are you a member of the Bear Ballet?" J. B. asked. He was a classic otter, with a hairy chest and a treasure trail to his bush. While he was more modest than Darwin, the Speedo showed his genitals to advantage.
"Yes, but I'm not a performer; I'm the Stage Manager and general go-to man for problems," I said.
"Is your stage the pool?" Darwin asked. Under the hair coat Darwin was muscular and his cock looked oversized.
"For this show, it is," I said. "I am new here. This is a small show so it is sort of a trial run for the bigger stage shows.
"I was in an amateur play once. There were too many egos and not as much talent as one might have wanted," J. B. said.
"That usually is a sign of a bad director. One of their jobs is to keep egos under control," I said. "This troop of players is pretty happy. They are glad to be here," I said. "Are you men lovers?"
"We are friends, and sometimes we are playmates," Darwin said. "I tried being a barfly, but I'm not that type. J.B. was better at it than I am, but we are too old for that now. Are your bear friends friendly? I didn't notice any "Do not feed the Animals" signs around."
I leaned closer to them. "They are all friendly almost to a fault. They like new friends, but all their friends come with benefits," I said.
"Do those benefits leave you hot, sweaty and sticky?" Darwin asked.
I nodded. "It's not always sticky. I had a friends who had a buddy he called "The éclair". He kept all the cream inside, with no drip and no mess."
"J.B. likes to lick it up," Darwin said, "I like the cream filling. Once he licked up my hole and the next guy to fill me was surprised how easily he slipped into me. I was deep lubricated."
"I see you boys are virgins. Things can get very intense quickly here. Sometimes it is fun first, exchange names later. By the way, the men like to see a nice cock. Firm, but not hard, will attract attention. You might walk around the pool and see who has a door open," I explained. J. B. and Darwin stripped. A few minutes later they took a stroll.
Roscoe and Freddy had their door open. Darwin vanished there, and a few doors away J. B. vanished into Johnny and Edouard's room. Roscoe had once starred in a porn movie, "Santa Gets Lucky." In this case, it would be "Two Santas Get Lucky." Freddy was a Santa look-alike too and had the sexual drive of a bull. Fifteen minutes later, Darwin came back to his chair by the pool. He was smiling and his cock was dripping a little.
"Feeling better? Relaxed?" I asked. Darwin smiled more. Fifteen minutes later J. B. returned. Darwin held up two fingers.
"Both did you?" J. B. asked. Darwin nodded.
"Do you need to clean up? My room is right here," I asked.
"That would be nice," J. B. said.
"Would you like to join us?" Darwin asked. I took them to my room. A second or two later, Darwin was on his hands and knees and J.B. was licking his hole. Darwin sucked me as J.B. took care of his ass. J.B. wanted Darwin's ass refilled so I fucked him for a few minutes. I hadn't guessed that fucking a cum-filled ass would have been so exciting. He was nice and tight and I didn't last long. I pulled out and as I shot off and a few big spurts landed on Darwin's ass. J.B. liked that a lot. I had been worried that the Bears would have been too aggressive for them. That clearly was no problem at all.
J. B. alternated between licking my cock drool and licking Darwin's ass. I was shocked when I became hard again. When we cooled off, we returned to the pool. By then Billy and Floyd were sitting nearby. Billy was one of the water dancers who was often a problem. He was good, but not as good as he thought. He also saw himself as a choreographer. That caused friction. Like Johnny, he was mostly a top.
Floyd was a quiet muscle man who was the best athlete of the group. He just did what he was told and didn't question the instructions. As a result, I barely knew him. I knew Billy a bit too well. He questioned everything. Eventually he would do it all well, but it was always a fight. I didn't know them sexually. I had a feeling that Billy objected to fraternizing with the enemy and that Floyd was too shy. Billy took a shine to J.B. and I chatted with Darwin and Floyd. Floyd was a big man. When he was dressed, you could mistake him for being fat. It was all muscle and he was unexpectedly limber.
Hudson came over and joined us. He was quiet big man too, but I had often seen him sitting with Floyd. They seemed to enjoy companionable silence. They were good performers, both as dancers and singers. In the performances they were outgoing, but they were shy in a one to one situation. Billy and J.B. went off to Billy's room.
Darwin was small and, as is sometimes the case, he was attracted to big men and he exchanged meaningful looks with them. Their cocks began to firm up and demonstrated interest. I said I was getting hot and would go to my air-conditioned room. Darwin said he was hot too, and soon the four of us were in my room.
By then I knew that Darwin didn't have a shy or modest bone in his body. Being naked and with other naked men in a small room seemed to vanquish Hudson and Floyd's shyness. I had thought they had average cocks, but I had never seen them erect before.
"I love to fuck, but my cock is too big. I hate to hurt a guy," Floyd said in a semi-whisper.
"To tell you the truth, I've never found one that was too big," Darwin said. "I'm looking for one that is big enough to fill me up and then make me shoot off, hands free."
"Everyone needs to have an objective in life," Hudson remarked. "Roscoe and Freddy said you were good. Johnny gave Rusty a good review."
"Does everyone here kiss and tell?" Darwin asked.
"Shit no!" Floyd remarked. "No kissing and telling, but we do fuck and tell our buds who is tight, juicy and willing! Rusty told me your ass is almost prehensile. It sucked his cock as deep as it could go and then worked it until he popped. How many times have you been fucked today? Have you reached your limit?"
Darwin laughed. "Well, I have not found my limit as of yet. I'm sure that three loads are not enough," he added. As I said the two men were good performers. Darwin and I sixty-nined as Floyd and Hudson fucked us. Darwin was short, but that was because he had short legs. We connected cock to mouth without a problem.
Floyd's tool looked impressive as he wedged it into Darwin's hole. He had extra foreskin and I didn't see his bare knob until later. Since I was sucking Darwin's cock, I tasted a burst of precum as the knob rubbed his prostate. A second later Hudson's cock rubbed mine. My mouth, cock and hole were all fully engaged. A little later, I realized that both Darwin and Hudson were experienced and skillful. Actually I realized that later. At the time I was too fully engaged sexually to think clearly.
Hudson was a superb sexual athlete. He had incredible stamina and rhythm. Somehow, he seemed to sense what worked best for me. Luckily, he also knew when I had enough. The hard pounding turned in to a gentle massage. He switched places with Floyd. I was still savoring Darwin's precum and he clearly liked mine. Floyd was bigger than Hudson was, but Hudson must have opened up my ass more and I welcomed him to my rectum.
Darwin's hole remained open after Floyd left. Hudson used his cock head to play with the open orifice. This must have felt good. Hudson began to ejaculate. His knob was an inch or so away from the hole when he spurted, directly in the open hole. One or two shots went wild and dripped onto my face. Floyd shot off too. It felt like a firehose shooting in my ass. That was when both Darwin and I climaxed. I usually don't take cum, but Darwin's cock juice was good. I felt as if I deserved it as a reward for a job well done.
As we all relaxed, Hudson's cock pushed all of his cum deep into to Darwin. A little had drooled out of the open ass. Hudson collected it and then planted it deep in Darwin's ass. Floyd kept on slow pumping me after his climax. By that time my mind was free associating. I wondered if I would survive with an empty ass. I seemed as if a cock was required to survive.
Hudson gently thrust in Darwin's ass at a slow pace. He was semi hard now. When finally pulled out, his cock drooped. The foreskin had re-covered his knob, but there was a glob of opalescent man seed at the tip. I looked up at him; he looked at me. He then bent his knees so I could get closer. I took the tip of the cock into my mouth and then worked my tongue into the puckered tip. When it touched his cock head it searched out his slit. I licked it and Hudson had a single spurt of sperm. It splattered against my tongue and then filled the space between his knob, my tongue and his foreskin. I licked it all up while Hudson shivered and twitched. His cock had become super sensitive. My cock must have done something because Darwin began to feverishly suck me.
Later that afternoon I began to sort out what had happened. I was gay and had sex with men before. You would think that having a foursome with men I barely knew would have been impersonal. I had turned into a sex object. I could still feel, but all my hang-ups and worries had vanished.
I had the next day off, since the chorographer had to go to New York to meet with the show's backers. Darwin was at the pool again and he sat next to me.
"Was that the best sex you ever had, or was it me fantasizing?" he asked.
"I didn't know it could be that good," I replied.
"I'm not exactly a virgin, but I've never felt that way before," he continued. "I went a little crazy and lost all self-control. Did I make a fool of myself?"
"I felt the same way, and I had the same worries. I think we were too involved in sex to take any notice of the other me. We were all hot and bothered," I said.
It was 10:30 on a Sunday and the pool area began to fill. No one had yet fired the starting gun, but everyone was cocked and loaded.