The Bear Ballet 2
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
The Sea Mist Motel didn't have a Sunday Brunch, but the Bears had their own version. They liked Bloody Mary's with a sperm chaser. The sperm was served at body temperature. Normally, Sundays in the summer were the low part of the year for hotel owners. We had 30 rooms and bear fanciers took the remaining rooms so the hotel was full. Most of the men had found playmates Saturday night. By Sunday morning they were beyond the getting-to-know-you part of the weekend.
J.B. had gone home and recruited some pals who he thought Johnny would like. Darwin had friends too. Darwin liked to share.
As the rehearsals continued, I came to know more of the quieter swimmers. It took time to get to know Hudson or Floyd well; they were excellent synchronized swimmers but they were quiet, reticent men. They were handsome men who had been swimmers in college. The had aged, but remained handsome. I eventually discovered they were stealth fornicators. Not only did they like sex a lot, they helped others of quieter members of the troop and support staff find sexual satisfaction. They sort of ran a recruiting operation for the men no one noticed. These men included Dwight, a camera man, Lester, a costume maker, and Tom, the Ballet's book keeper. The assistant director, Roger, was needy too, but his needs had to be strictly sexual with no strings. His lover was the jealous type.
Floyd and Hudson were gay flypaper. Closeted gay men clustered near them. Johnny and Billy were aggressive and a bit intimidating. If you were a gay accountant, or assistant manager in a store, these men seemed unattainable. Floyd and Hudson might be attainable.
Roscoe, Freddy and Eddie had the same aura, but they were Santa types and looked older. Doc Roberts was a fixture at the rehearsals and was friendly to all. After his prostate exams he knew who was a bottom. His skilled fingers discovered whose hole was ready to open for play. He also found out who had a prostate that was ready for action. Doc had some standards. He knew who wanted to be fucked and often had a sense who was really needy. While he was a top, he wasn't greedy. His cock never saw action when he was in a professional situation. In that respect he was similar too Floyd and Hudson.
From my experience with the men I knew sex with showy men like Johnny was intense and demanding. It would be way too much for a man used to a periodic blow job at a rest stop. Floyd introduced men to appropriate playmates. Dwight was a big, strong man who usually had a camera in his hand. He liked giving blowjobs and loved eating cum.
When things were right, Eddie, a Santa type, liked to fuck a man as Dwight sucked him. Dwight often got a double helping of man cream that way. Floyd found a mousy teacher who like Dwight. Eventually Eddie joined the two men. An hour later they were in Eddie's room. The teacher had never been fucked. Eddie was excited by a virgin hole, and Dwight got the teacher so excited, he barely noticed the rear entry.
Roscoe was a grower, not a shower. He was friendly and outgoing. Darwin returned to the Sea Mist with a friend, a tall and impressive Black man named Tyree. Tyree had a job in a bank, but had spent a good portion of his life helping his father who had MS. The father had recently died and he was free for the first time in his life.
Darwin introduced Tyree to Roscoe and Freddy. They were the whitest men in the group; Tyree was very black. They talked and got along well. Freddy had nursed his mother for many years, and they empathized. Tyree wore swimming trunks at first, but he eventually felt comfortable enough to strip. Roscoe was flattering about the genital display. I was with them, talking with Darwin. Darwin's cock got inspired easily, and he was hard.
No one commented on that. That was good for Tyree. He saw that no one was concerned by the excited cock. His cock responded, and firmed up. He was shy, but he was also all man. He soon realized we were all interested as was he. Roscoe was real interested in Tyree's cock. He couldn't keep his eyes off of it. We all went into Roscoe's room.
Tyree was inexperienced. Most sex with Darwin was oral. Darwin told him that it would be wilder at the motel. Tyree was interested but uneasy. Roscoe was your basic sex crazed dirty old man, but he sensed Tyree's unease. He took it easy as dis his pal, Freddy.
Freddy and Roscoe shared sucking the black man's long cock. There was room for two. Roscoe was into precum and that was good for Tyree. He had been embarrassed that he leaked. That was an asset for his new friends. His cock was monumental fully erect and that was inspirational.
Tyree was a polite man, and he reciprocated. Roscoe was on the high side of average when he was erect. That surprised and pleased the Black man. Darwin told me that he had uneasily sucked him once, but he seemed quite enthusiastic about Roscoe's tool. Freddy continued to suck Tyree.
Darwin and I were busy and he had eased his cock into my behind. The trio noticed. Roscoe's room was well equipped with lubricant and poppers. Freddy lubricated his ass and bent over the bed. Tyree knew what that meant and he was willing. He lubricated his cock as Freddy got the poppers in hand.
He nuzzled his cock head unto Freddy's ass pucker. He pushed as Freddy took a deep snort of the poppers. His ass opened and the monster cock slid into the willing ass. It vanished as Freddy moaned in pleasure. I watched and Tyree's cock and the poppers hit the right spot at the same time. Freddy had no problem with the oversized organ in his rear. Tyree had no problem pleasing the older man.
As we watched, Darwin's cock began doing what seemed like a Hula dance in my ass. He was inspired too and his excitement spread through my ass and moved into my brain. His tool began to grow as I melded with him.
Freddy popped, Tyree pulled out and took care of Roscoe. As I expected, Roscoe was open and willing. It slipped in like a hot knife in butter, sexually charged butter.
Later Darwin explained to me that Tyree was a nice guy with not much experience. While men were attracted to his impressive tool, he had encountered several men whose eyes were bigger than their assholes. They said it hurt and didn't fit. As a result, Tyree avoided anal.
The rehearsals were going well and the extracurricular activities were good too. Eventually, we came to know the regular visitors. These included individual men as well as Local bear club members. They had a weekend convention at Sea Mist, and many came back later on weekends. These men were built like some of the dancers, but they lacked talent. They were horny and willing. That was more than enough for my men and crew.
As we reached the final rehearsals, we had snagged a new advertisement for a razor company. The theme was that some men are bearded and happy, but if you want another look, we have the razor for you. We provided the early shots, in a Buzzy Berkley routine and an Olympic swimmer closed the ad.
I thought it might be demeaning, but it was actually a different stroke for different folks' sort of ad. It was more "be yourself" than it conformed to conventional standards. A bunch of new people came to make the ad, costumers, light men and a few PR men. It was to shot at night with the pool looking like a blue sapphire in the darkness.
The Olympic swimmer, Bruce, was a twenty-year-old, mid-western "Awe-shucks," guy. This was his first time away from his trainers and his over controlling family. Life can be strange sometimes. The only person in his life who seemed to like him as a person not as a swimmer was his grand-father who had recently died.
Bruce liked the bears and Johnny a lot. Johnny was horny 24/7, demanding and controlling. I thought this was a recipe for disaster. Johnny turned out to be a gentle, kindly, dirty old man. Bruce was sexually repressed, totally inexperienced and needy.
Bruce had been all but under house arrest for years. Johnny resembled his first swimming coach. I think Bruce had a school boy crush on the older man. Johnny was a dream come true for him. Johnny understood the situation. He was careful and kind, a natural top and usually quite aggressive. After a day or two, they connected sexually. Johnny sucked a quart or two of sperm from Bruce's balls. Bruce was overfilled. A little later Bruce deposited another quart in Johnny's ass. Johnny told me he acquired a liking for young cream in his ass. Bruce had practiced fucking on Edouard, Johnny's lover. Edouard had liked it so much, Johnny decided to open his ass often for the young man.
As the rehearsals and taping for the ad continued, Bruce made a number of the men happy. Everything that had been bottled up in him, ended up in the bears. He was a nice kid, and everyone was willing to help him.
The other men making the ad enjoyed the shoot too. They weren't used to the open sexuality, but it certainly didn't bother them. I connected with Ricky Maxwell, and Tony DeMarco, two of the PR men. They were the creative men, and were pleased with the recreational aspect of the shoot. We were thousands of miles from their office. They could let their hair down.
Ricky looked like a well-groomed Victorian gentleman; Tony looked like a grease monkey. Their personalities didn't match. Ricky was sexually adventurous. Tony was a nice, uptight family man. They both had quirks. Ricky had been a happy and successful bar fly. He was now forty-five and his bar days were over. Tony was an only child and his parents had died. He was a family man without a family.
Ricky was wedged between being a beautiful young man and a distinguished older gentleman. Tony was built like a gorilla and he was scary looking. My bears were open minded and tolerant. They had no problem making Ricky and Tony feel welcome. Tony immediately fit in. He was a fur covered muscle bear and he fit the bear aesthetic well. He had been an outsider in the bar community. The hairy body that excluded him for some gay social circles, was his free admittance ticket to the bear group.
Ricky had some problems with older bears. He had been looking unsuccessfully for "Mr. Right." He hadn't considered that Mr. Right might be older and stockier that the normal bar-fly. I suspected his was too hairy for the twinks, and too thin for some bears.
Darwin, Doc Roberts and J.B. took care of those problems. They hit it off with Ricky, and introduced him bear men and bear sex. Ricky was uptight when picking partners. He had been hoping to find a lifetime partner. Most of our men were more freewheeling. They thought you should meet and connect with as many men as possible. If you found a good one, that was fine, but if he wasn't "Mr. Right," there was nothing wrong with "Mr. Right Now." They converted Ricky to their point of view though some conversation and demonstrations.
Darwin, Doc and J. B. knew most of the men and helped Ricky meet and connect with them. They liked group play. It was sexually exciting, but more importantly, it was much easier to make connection than the endless conversations in a bar. Doc was familiar with the sexual potential of all of the men. He had vetted all of them.
They arranged for Ricky, Tony and me to come with them to Hudson and Floyd's room for a little party. Hudson had invited Dwight, Lester and their teacher friend, Jones, to the party too. Hudson and Floyd had adjoining rooms and had opened the connecting door.
Floyd opened the door for us. He was more than semi hard already. That set the right tone for the party. I thought there would be a get-to-know-you, uneasy period when we entered. Hudson and Floyd avoided that by sucking the guests as soon as the door closed. All of the new men immediately knew this was a sex party, and they joined into the spirit of the event.
Doc was in his nonprofessional capacity; he wanted to fuck. We soon knew that his interest in men's asses was not only professional, it was mostly recreational. He reminded me of a professional masseur I once knew. He was friendly and cheerful, but somehow he managed to work his cock into my ass without any drama or tension. I didn't feel fucked even though there was a large tool in my rear. I certainly enjoyed the experience. Doc had a special way to do a rectal-prostate massage that produced stealth orgasm.
Ricky was with J.B., Lester and Jones. They all thought he was a handsome man, and Ricky enjoyed the admiration. J.B. was a handsome otter like Ricky. Lester and Jones the teacher were average, ordinary looking men. Both were borderline dumpy. They made up for their lack of physical attractiveness by being sexually generous. J.B. and Ricky made out while Lester sucked them both, alternating from cock to cock. Jones liked to rim. I heard Ricky whisper to J. B., "Someone is trying to lick my ass."
"Spread your legs and let him have his fun," J.B. said. "Do you bottom?"
"Once and a while I get inspired," Ricky admitted.
"Doc is on the prowl. He had a hobby of ass fucking and he has made a scientific study of it," J.B. whispered. "He can get you open like the Holland Tunnel, all lanes in service and no back-ups! When he's finished with you, you will be willing take every man here and want more."
"I doubt that," Ricky said.
"It's a good experience. You won't regret it," J. B. added. Ricky wasn't sure, but he spread his legs to give Jones better access.
Darwin, Dwight and I made Tony feel welcome. We were all hairy men and had no problem with a cock nestled in a thick bush. We found out that Tony was all top. Darwin held my legs open for Tony. Tony had never fucked in a group, and rarely had sex in a real bedroom. Here he had the time to savor the sensations. Darwin and Dwight gave Tony advice on making it last. They had a nice conversation about fucking and what worked best. This was all new to Tony. He was shy and embarrassed at his sexual interests. We assured him that he was not alone, and it was good to take his time and enjoy.
"It's strange to find men who like to be fucked," Tony whispered as the pumped.
"Most of the men here are into it," I said. "The more you offer the more you get."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I Like it all and I do it all. I can please myself and my playmates. At first, I bottomed due to politeness. I had fucked one friend so many times, he deserved to fuck me. I came to like it. Cocks are good in the mouth or ass, but the ass tends to be more intimate and intense," I said. "Some cocks are invaders in my ass; others are friendly. They just want a nice warm place to visit. Once and a while I almost merge with the cock in me. It is that good."
About fifteen minutes later, Darwin was in Tony's ass as Dwight sucked his cock. Tony had never been double teamed before. He clearly liked it. I must say the Darwin like it more. From the way he went at it, I assumed he had located Tony's prostate and was working it. I spent some time in Tony's ass later. He had a warm and juicy ass with a sphincter of steel. Once you were in, he tightened it and grabbed your cock. It was like a cock ring, and the only way you could get out of his ass was by shooting off and deflating. His vice-like grip on my cock was wonderful.
I concentrated on our own little group, and didn't notice what the rest of us were doing. I shot off and Tony began to screw Dwight. I looked over at Ricky. He looked all sweaty, sticky and tired after an encounter with Doc. He was also smiling. Bruce, the swimmer, had joined the group and was slow fucking Ricky. I saw sperm ooze out of his ass as the swimmer's cock entered. Doc had deposited natural lube as he enjoyed Ricky! Bruce had a great sense of rhythm; his thrusts were beautiful and graceful. Ricky's reaction to the thrusts was lovely. He undulated his hips to the rhythm of Bruce's thrusts. When Bruce was too close to shooting, Hudson or Floyd would take his place.
Ricky may not have been into older men, but he certainly liked Hudson and Floyd. They were both thicker than Bruce, and Ricky liked the extra stretching. He had never had sixty-year-old cocks in him, and he was fine with that. It wasn't just that the cock, the fucking and the orgasms were good, the men appreciated him. Ricky was a PR man, that was important to him. The sperm in his ass was a good ego boost for him.
The Bear Ballet took off in popularity after this ad. It was the top rated ad of Super Bowl. It was funny, clever and unexpectedly pretty. It made all the middle-aged or pudgy men in the nation feel good about themselves. Of course it made the Bear Ballet dancers and swimmers feel good too.
The sexual escapades at the Sea Mist Motel had an impact too. it was out of the way and little known. Fun with Chorus girls or boys in New York or Los Angeles might have repercussions. Someone might sue for alienation of affection or an unwonted pregnancy. No one in the Ballet expected true love and no one was going to get pregnant. We provided and little sexual release for those who hired us. we could produce high quality work on time and on budget. We combined that with sexual release and multiple orgasms.
There were problems with the scheme. The men hiring us had to be gay and they had to be into big, hairy men. it turns out that finding gay men in advertising and the entertainment world was not a problem. it also turned out that many men didn't care exactly who took their load as long as they took it. In the dark it didn't make much difference.