I was never really into the bear scene until my mid-twenties. By then my sexual experiences had been rather scarce due to living in a closeted latin american town. I had been introduced to gay sex with a cousin, Tommy, a very stringy guy, very feminine but extremely well endowed . I learned to suck cock with his enormous pole and would have probably graduated with honors as a bottom, if I hadn't chickened out of two painful attempts at getting Tommy's third arm up my ass. In anal sex I was therefore exclusively a top, and I did enjoy fucking Tommy.

But as I was saying, I had little notion of the bear scene and was deep in the closet, so I was not aware of the beauty inherent in full bodied men like myself. The turn downs from the "cute" crowd far outnumbered the successful engagements. Until I was 25.

I had car problems in the summer of 1987 and hailed a cab to take me home from a job interview. Needless to say I was well groomed for the occasion. The driver was in his early 50s, slightly heavier than I, with a heavy mustache. This guy was evidently hairy all over - if the darkened arms weren't enough to tell you, his loose shirt gave me glimpses of a heavy forest of chest hair. As much as thinking about him now gives me an erection, at that moment fat hairy guys just weren't supposed to be sexy. So I was not instantly turned on. I did, as usual, check out his crotch area, but nothing impressive was marked.

Since I'm basically the silent type (which also accounts for me reaching 25 years of age with hardly any sexual action), the driver struck up conversation with a raunchy joke, about a convention organized to give the penis a new name. Punch-line: an old lady suggests calling the penis "Hagen Daz" because it's so delicious. An opener joke of this nature took me by surprise - joke or not, here was one guy telling another that cocks are delicious, but I really wasn't certain and didn't want to risk being thrown out of the cab. We both laughed of course, but I remained silent. There was a deadly silence for a few minutes in which I remembered it had been a year or so since I'd last sucked cock and that I might be blowing a good chance right now. The driver, probably trying to show up his manly side now, recounted how he'd picked up a beautiful lady he eyed at lustfully but who (of course) turned out to be a drag queen and how he'd made him pay more just for making a fool out of him. "But he sure looked fine!" I finally decided to take action and told him he should of asked for a BJ, because drag queens are famous for giving good head. "Is that so?" he asked, so I made up a story about picking one up on the street, taking him to a motel and getting the best blow job I'd ever received to date. My driver adjusted his growing dick and asked me what if the guy wants you to return the favor. I gave him the old "The only way of knowing if I dislike something is by trying it first"

"So you sucked her dick?" (I remember distinctly that combination of words: "her dick"). I replied that it was quite an "interesting" experience. That let him talk a little more openly about how he'd let other guys suck him even though he was married with children. When we reached my apartment he gave me the "I need to take a leak" line. I told him no problem, although in my mind I was telling him "sure come up and get all the relief you need". The elevator ride was long enough to make the proper introduction. Once in the apartment, Francisco actually did need to use the bathroom. Once he was out he tried small talking with "Nice apartment you have...". I cut to the chase and asked him if I could offer him some water, coke, a beer, a blow job. "Yeah, that would be nice". I dropped on my knees, unzipped him and dug out a smallish but thick cock much like my own and started licking and sucking it to his moaning pleasure. He made me stand up and finally dropped his macho attitude by sticking his tongue into my mouth and hugging me tightly against him, while groping my ass. This guy was hot for man love and was definitely more experienced at it than I.

"Man, the first moment you walked into my cab I wanted you. I can't believe you like men too" We went to the bedroom and undressed, he sat down on the bed, pulled me up to him and started sucking my dick while he stroked his own. I held on to his hairy shoulders while he grabbed onto my ass and motioned me to fuck his mouth. Then he started licking my balls intermittently telling me how delicious I was. He stopped and licked his middle finger and started sucking me again while he started probing into my ass. His finger slid in and out a couple of times and got me so excited that I alerted him seconds before unl! oading myself into his mouth. He swallowed me up good and clean to the point where his licking became painful. He crept up on the bed and pulled me along with him until I lay on top of his furry body, his dick pressed against my stomach. He started kissing me filling my mouth with the tangy familiar taste of cum. "Did you enjoy that my little bear?" It was the first time I was called that. You bet! Remembering he still hadn't cum, I started going down on him again for what seemed an eternity. I felt frustrated that I wasn't making him cum. His ball sack was still lose as hell. ! He pulled me up to him and started kissing me while he masturbated. Then he started probing my ass again. I started bucking up to his hand. That's when he said what sealed my fate that afternoon: "It seems I'm going to get more than I bargained for!" So will I, I thought to myself. I told him I didn't have any lube and he told me it was completely unnecessary. He put me on my stomach and he put his hands in his mouth and then smothered my hole with saliva. I looked into the pillow below me wondering what the fuck I'd lead myself into, although I was certainly relieved this guy wasn't anywhere near as big as Tommy, even if he had a thick cock.

But this man definitely had experience fucking men's asses. He slowly inched his dick into me and I felt no discomfort whatsoever, all I experienced was the fulfilling satisfaction of having a man in me - followed by the sweet sensation of him pumping his cock in and out of my ass. I loved it when he'd occasionally lower himself onto my back so I could feel his fur on my back at the same time he slapped his cock into my ass. After a few minutes of fucking this way, Francisco made me turn on my back at the edge of the bed and took me missionary style. This position took a little too much effort of him, and his cock kept slipping out, so he made me get on all fours on top of the bed, grabbed onto my hips and plugged my hole, pushing his cock as deep into me as hu! manly possible. He plowed into me doggy style for a few delightful minutes more before giving me one last deep thrust and growled as he pumped jism into my ass. He then collapsed on top of me, we turned sideways and he hugged me, his hand softly caressing my body and grabbing onto my hairy chest, while he moaned silly pet names into my ear. For the next couple of months we met almost daily for great sex, but he started worrying about being seen so frequently visiting my apartment, so for the sake of his family we toned it down until other men started parading into my life. We saw each other last year and, now in his 70s, he still had the drive to give my ass a good workout.