It was. I mean yeah, Hi I'm Wolf, that English teacher in the North of Thailand? Oh well.

I was relaxing at home as it were, after a long week of English as a Second Language (ESL) such as I teach and I was happy for a weekend. There came a knock on the door which started me. I have said in earlier tales I do not give out my home address commonly. I am used to only made in advance appointments of guys coming over, as it were. I opened the door to find Mark.

Now you may have remembered Mark. He was muscles and hair city, a lover at times, and I nearly attacked him. He pushed me aside. "Down Wolf, bad Wolf. I'm just here with an invitation." I subsided a bit and asked, "Oh, an invite to what?" "You maybe know us guys that are kind of bears to varying degrees here in Chiang Mai have our own gatherings sometimes." I simply nodded. "Well there's to be a major bear party next weekend, and I like you to come as my guest." "Say what?" I riposted brilliantly.

This party, it turned out would be held at one of the garden ‘resorts' that surrounded Chiang Mai. These were elaborate institutions involving extensive and fancily tended gardens, artificial waterways, and a large garden restaurant.

But these resorts also had pseudo-Swiss chalets of varying sizes which well-heeled visitors could rent as weekend houses or for longer periods if they found the bucolic settings amusing or relaxing. This bear party was being held in one of the biggest chalets at one of the older established resorts-a three bedroom model. "Come next Saturday about 1PM, if you want to come. Here," he proffered a small sheet of paper, "are the directions on how to get there."

I raised myself on my elbows and said, "Come on Mark, I'm no bear for sure. How could I attend such a function?" Mark just stood there in of one his custom tailored business shirts, as no ready-made shirt could fit over the upper body he'd built through years of heavy weight work, with two buttons undone to advertise his most abundant secondary sex character characteristic, his chest curls bursting out of the open shirt neck. The very sight of him made warm waves of lust run up and down my skin.

"I dunno, Wolf. I thought it might be fun to have a few smooth guys around. I suppose your could call them bear foils. Besides, you're my buddy and there ought to be plenty of good sex to go around."

I readily agreed. Mark had told me of some the goings on of the bear group. I'd never met a good many of them, much less rolled around with them. I looked forward to the opportunity. My anticipation was such the next week of teaching literally dragged.

Finally, Saturday rolled around. I dressed simply in jeans and a tee-shirt, as it was the tail end of the hot season. The resort was some distance north of Chiang Mai, on the border of a national park, so I left a bit before noon for the longish trip on my not too strong motorcycle in order to arrive at the appointed time. The detailed directions Mark had given me on how to get to the resort and then the chalet were clear. I had never been to one of these resorts but the way was easy to find. The putt up the steep road that branched off the main Northern Highway was slow. I found my way into the resort and then to the dirt road that led to a large two story chalet. It seemed laughable to find an accurate imitation of Swiss architecture in Asia, right down to sawn wood gingerbread, but there you were. I knew I had found the right place from the number of motorcycles and a couple of cars parked outside the chalet. I parked and approached.

I tried knocking and having no reception tried the door and entered. The initial sight was daunting. The chalet had a large front room. To one side a small double staircase led to a landing, edged by an open handrail, that apparently led to the three bedrooms advertised. Every piece of furniture in the front room was in use by bear couples, each engaged in rather active and in some cases almost acrobatic sex. I noticed the entire company was resolutely naked. Next to the front door were several paper shopping bags with handles, in which, it seemed, one was to deposit one's clothes, and enter the party nude. I stripped, placed my clothes in an unused paper sack, and entered.

I looked around and noticed that there was an even number of guys and each was paired and engaged. I had never thought furniture could be put to such creative uses for sex. The sofa had three couples sort of on it, where both partners stood behind the furniture. The bottom was draped over the back of the sofa and the top stood behind him and fucked him. Each arm chair, even, was in use, with the bottom seated in the chair with legs raised, either hooked over the top's elbows, the arms of the chair, or simply raised and held in his hands. The top stood in front of the chair and accommodated himself to height to be able to enter his partner and have sex.

Given the situation, I decided to go up to the landing giving onto the bedrooms to get a better view of the overall goings on. Just as I reached the top of one of the short staircases I was surprised to see Mark, in all his furry glory, emerge from one of the small bedrooms looking angry and frustrated.

"Oh, hi Wolf, glad you made it. Shit, shit, I had a pretty hot guy who agreed to let me fuck him and when he saw what I had to do it with," he pointed to his magnificently erect, long, thick cock, "he backed out." I was at a loss at what to say, so I gestured over the railing at the contorted doings of Mark's fellow bears, "Quite a party isn't it?"

Mark looked over the railing and seemed ready to say something when he glanced at a fellow coming up the staircase. "Excuse me, Wolf, there's someone I must have." He strode over to the top of the staircase and greeted a very attractive man/boy, as the fellow could not have been over 20 if that. He was incredibly good looking in the bear context for one so young. He was tall, taller than Mark, and very slender. His face was partially obscured by an unruly, thick head of hair that was somewhat overlong and in need of a cut. His finest features I could discern from the distance were almost contradictory; he had a pair of darting brown eyes that seemed to take in everything, and a dazzling if shy smile that seemed directed at Mark alone. His musculature was of the wound tight variety that indicated he indulged in frequent physical exercise that did not include weight lifting. His chest was remarkably hairy for such a young fellow.

Mark just enfolded him into one hair covered arm and they began to make out seriously if awkwardly given the difference in height, groping each other's cocks. The fellow was almost as well hung as Mark. At once, Mark broke the clinch and took the young guy by the hand, leading him to the handrail close to where I stood. He pushed the guy over so he was bent at the waist, resting his head on his arms which grasped the hand rail. Mark lubed his huge cock with spit, stood behind his intended and quite simply entered his ass with one slow but deliberate thrust. The guy tensed at the invasion, and I knew from experience what he was experiencing. Mark then began to fuck the boy purposefully, slowly at first and then gradually upping the pace with hard thrusts. The pair seemed oblivious to me and I didn't know what to do except watch. Getting fucked by Mark could be excruciating but is some of the most exciting sex going. Watching him have sex with someone else simply inflamed me. My own cock was straining I was so excited. Suddenly Mark's back arched, he threw back his head and let out his distinctive, "Oh yes!" This meant he was coming.

Finally he relaxed and withdrew his spent cock from the young fellow's well-exercised rear end. He seemed to come to and looked over at me, taking in my throbbing erection. He gestured at the still bent over slender fellow. "Go ahead and have him yourself. He's a total bottom, and probably would like it from something somewhat less," he fingered his softening prick, "expanding I guess."

I didn't hesitate. I took Mark's place, parted the young fellow's slender, muscular cheeks and thrust in. His ass was well lubricated with Mark's cum. He didn't protest and indeed began to work his rearward muscles around my cock with a skill that belied his age; he was indeed a member in good standing of the guild of bottoms. I had trouble remembering when a fuck had been so pleasurable due to the muscular skills of my partner. I had to do the proverbial mental multiplication tables to keep from coming too soon. Somewhere around the sevens this failed and my own orgasm exploded as I poured myself into him.

My knees almost turned to water from the pleasure of coming as my cock spasmed. I managed to stay standing, and once drained withdrew my cock. The young fellow stood up, turned around, and gave me a lingering kiss. He walked by Mark, absent mindedly running a hand through the man's incredible chest pelt, and then headed for what I presumed was the bathroom.

I walked over to where Mark was standing. He smiled under his mustache and asked, "Good fuck?" I don't know what my facial expression was like. I just said, "That boy is magic. I don't know when I've fucked somebody who could use their ass muscles on a guy's cock like that. He's stupendous." "I know. The first time I did him I was more than a bit stoned and when he made me come that way I thought I was a rocket taking off under propulsion of my orgasm. Ever since then, if I encounter him at one of these functions I make sure to fuck him."

Mark glanced over the rail that edged the landing. "Hey, looks like we're at a hiatus for the activities at present. The caterers were here before things got raunchy. Let's go get something to eat." Without a word I followed Mark down one of the short staircases and headed for an improvised buffet where the assembled bears were milling around trying to get at Western sandwiches and varied Thai finger food. It seemed civil society had been left behind as one had to elbow one's way through jostling bears to the buffet, grab a paper plate, and load it with whatever hadn't been scarfed before. I managed this, and filled a plate as best I could.

Mark was right behind me. "Go for it, Wolf. It was wise for them to put the beer cooler on the other side of the room." I clumsily tried to balance my plate and take hold of his hirsute forearm, "Mark, I"… Mark retreated back a step. "Sorry, Wolf, I don't think so for this occasion. I have new guys to try. This is your first bear party, so expand your horizons. Things tend to get complicated after guys have a few beers and a bit of dope. Think three-way."

Feeling a bit bereft, as I knew no one at the gathering but Mark, and wondering how things could be more complicated than the virtual fucking zoo I had encountered when I had entered the chalet, I turned and proceeded to elbow my way out through the bear pile without dropping my hard won plate of food. My previous exertions and the very palpable turnon of the whole occasion had me ravenous. I began to graze over the varied food on my plate as I crossed the room to the cooler to get a beer.

I was bending over the cooler to retrieve a bottle of beer out of the melting ice when I felt the head of an erect cock grazing my buttocks. I stood up clasping an ice cold bottle of Singha and turned around to be confronted by one of the more astonishingly beautiful men, about my age, I had encountered to that point.

My overall impression of him was, ‘sleek'. He was short of my height but so beautifully proportioned as to appear nearly as tall. In the fashion of the day, he wore an almost azure colored baseball cap, bill turned backwards. His face was almost a perfect inverted oval, tapering from a broad forehead to a strong, almost prominent chin. A slightly scraggly but cared-for mustache and goatee framed his wide, sensuous mouth. His finest feature was a pair of the most startlingly blue eyes I had ever seen, wide-set and enticing, topped by slightly arched, even, thick brows. In retrospect, I figured the color of his baseball cap was no accident. He was ineffably handsome.

Like the young man whose favors I had enjoyed on the landing, his body was tensely muscled, but lacked any definition that would be the result of weight lifting. (I later learned he participated in ‘iron man' competitions involving long distance cycling, running, and swimming) The hair that lightly covered his sexy chest was as smooth and lustrous as an otter's pelt, clinging to his skin in one glossy wave. It descended from fragments on his clavicles, covered his tight pectorals, and culminated in a thick trail that traversed his flat abdomen, with collateral hirsuteness on either side, to reach the fine, smooth, uncut cock that had been probing my butt as I bent over the cooler. It was only, at this point, half-erect.

"Hi," he said, "You're kind of un-beary for this occasion, aren't you, although cute?" The inviting smile he gave me deflected any defensiveness I might have felt at his abrupt conversational opening. "A buddy invited me; he thought a few smooth guys might serve as ‘bear foils' as he put it." He moved forward until our almost hard cocks were touching and kind of purred, "What an interesting concept. Do you think you'd like to foil me, or we could mutually foil, or something?"

I was getting increasingly turned on. We began doing foolish things like feeding each other from our plates while standing in very close proximity as a kind of culinary foreplay. Here we had not even exchanged names and were engaging in mutual feeding with an obvious intent to foil each other, as Mr. Blue Eyes had said. Suddenly, I heard a resonant bass voice behind me say, "Opting for alternative action, are you, Ladd? And you didn't think to invite Daddy?"

Blue Eyes, or Ladd, looked sheepishly over my left shoulder at the man who had spoken and said rather brokenly, "Well, gee, ah, Daddy, we just kinda met and, ah, were just getting to know each other." "I can just imagine how you might have gotten to know one another if I hadn't come upon you."

I didn't exactly know what to do. Finally Ladd said, ah, Daddy this is…" He trailed off as he didn't know my name. I turned around slowly saying, "Wolf, my name is Wolf." The man, who topped my height by at least two inches, laughed and said, "Wolf, eh, a wolf without a pelt." Ladd and Daddy laughed at my expense, but it seemed good natured.

I decided this bear party was turning up more and more remarkable masculine specimens, as Daddy could not have been less like what seemed to be his Ladd. He had a head like what might have been chiseled on some reigning pagan idol, almost sinister. He had a high domed skull that was totally shaved smooth. His eyes, I hate to use the word, were unfathomable, wide and deep set and dark brown. It was as if he knew exactly what he saw when he looked at you, and you knew nothing of him. His nose was similarly that of a sculpture, and the only thing that relieved his face was a thick and well-trimmed mustache and goatee, showing a bit of gray. The mouth it surrounded was wide like Ladd's, but where Ladd's was sensuous, Daddy's was somewhat thin-lipped and neutral--neither welcoming nor disapproving. It would be hard to call him handsome but he was striking.

Where it seemed from Ladd's fine, slender body he did not lift weights, it was obvious from Daddy's superb physique that he did so frequently and thoughtfully. His upper body was like an inverted triangle. He had incredibly broad shoulders and from these his torso tapered along beautifully developed lat muscles in his back to genuine, definable six-pack abdominals. Light bench press work had produced muscular pectorals that were not morphed out as so often happens with habitual lifters, but flat with the rest of his muscular frame. His entire upper body, from shoulders to below his waist, was covered with a ragged mat of coarse hair, mixed brown and gray. His potent looking balls hung somewhat low and pendulous, and his long, flaccid prick looked like it would be formidable when hard. In all, he was an arresting-looking, virile specimen.

Daddy put a hand large enough to pick up a basketball, flexing the superb muscles in his arm, up on my shoulder and said with a slight smile, "So young peltless Wolf, what do you suppose you and I and Ladd could get up to? We seldom indulge outside of the pair of us," he proceeded to walk a tight circle around me as if judging a show dog, "but for such a fine, smooth specimen I suppose we must make an exception. Besides, you seem to have become attracted to Ladd already." I found myself speechless when he proceeded to pull me close enough to him his chest hair was abrading my own smooth chest. "Do you think you could find Daddy attractive too?" I found myself nearly speechless. "Ah, um, y-yes, uh, what is your name?" "Daddy," he said simply, "Daddy will do."

I felt Daddy's penis going erect against my groin and my own was responding in like fashion as we spoke. He pulled my body to him again and then across his chest. I went totally erect at the arousing action. "Ah, Ladd, our young Wolf truly appreciates his bears. No wonder he was invited here." "Mark," I managed to gulp, "my friend Mark invited me." "Ah, Mark," said Daddy, "a bear's bear. God, that man fucked me once and…" "I know," I cut in.

Daddy looked around the front room. The buffet seemed largely depleted and the assembled bears had returned to more carnal activities than eating, and in more complicated combinations. Daddy wrinkled his face in disdain, "All this public sex, as if the proximity of other folk doing it should somehow enhance your own connections. Let's see if we can find some minimal privacy in one of the bedrooms."

We headed in a desultory fashion towards one of the short stair cases. I decided someone had paid off the police, as Daddy stopped at a prominently displayed bowl of rolled numbers and took two and a cheap lighter. We went up and checked the first bedroom. It was small, barely able to take a double bed, which was covered with sexually engaged bears. The second was similarly occupied, but what seemed to be the master bedroom of the chalet was oddly empty. We sprawled on the large bed in comfort.

Daddy lit up one of the numbers he had scored downstairs, took a healthy hit, and passed it to me. As I went to take my own hit, I started as Daddy began to caress my cock. His long, wicked, and slightly curved erection was standing steadfast as he gently fondled my own already straining erection with one shrewdly used hand. I turned to pass the number to Ladd and found him lying against one of the pillows, his hands hooked behind his head, as if to display his fuzzy charms to their fullest extent. Even the hair under his arms was sexy. His savory cock had to gone to a somewhat short if thick erection and even his pleasingly small nipples were erect.

He unhooked one hand from behind his head and took the number. As he turned a bit toward me to take a hit, it seemed perfectly natural to tickle his nipples with my tongue a bit and then run it down his trail to begin sucking his thick hard cock. I ran my hand through his smooth chest hair as I pleasured his prick. He positively purred as did I when Daddy upped the ante from manual stimulation to sucking my own cock. There we were, a cock sucking chain with me, the bear foil in the middle.

We slurped and sucked for a space, and then Daddy said, "Hey boys, let's do this second number and get to the main event." We let up on what we were doing, or not in Ladd's case, and were just laying there, three guys, and Daddy lit up. I felt Daddy had been left out of things. After I had taken my hit, I bent over Daddy's lap and began to suck his commanding cock. I felt a kind of hum in his diaphragm and then heard him say, "Now here are manners, Ladd. I was left out in the cocksucking department and now our bear foil here reciprocates, while you just lie there and try to look sexy. I say we give fine Wolf here our three-way special." I heard some grudging noises of assent from behind me.

Daddy took my head in his huge hands and lifted me up to an upright kneeling position. He then kissed me lasciviously, his bristly goatee tickling me excellently everywhere I encountered it. I found it as arousing as anything else that had occurred. While still in the clinch, he reached around me and one of his thick fingers found its way up my ass. I was aroused and stoned and sort of backed up onto the invading digit. A second followed the first and I grunted and broke the kiss. I suppose I was giving Daddy an encouraging smile. He smiled, "I thought so, young Wolf. I hope you will enjoy this. Now, assume doggy with your body high on your arms in the middle of the bed."

I turned around on my knees and did as he said. Daddy moved on his knees to kneel behind me. I heard the sound of spitting and figured what was going on. Daddy moved, straddling my calves, and I winced as he pushed the head of his formidable erection into my asshole and then slid home to the hilt. I let out a little cry as he was as bigger than most guys who had fucked me. "Ah," he said, "I should not dismiss our smooth compatriots. Your ass is fine and tight, Wolf." I grunted in assent and started to lower my head to the bed as Daddy fucked me slowly and deliberately. Daddy put a restraining hand on my neck and said, "Stay up on your arms. Young Ladd there will show you the finishing bit for this. Ladd, slide in."

With that, the handsome Ladd got on his back and, using his elbows and feet, propelled himself backwards between my arms until his head was under my totally erect prick. Daddy must have given a signal, as he resumed his vigorous working in my rear as Ladd began to suck my cock adeptly from his vantage point. I let out a groan of pleasure at the feel of being done by two guys at once. Ladd's fine hard erection was conveniently available so I returned the favor and began to suck his cock. I was fascinated that it was a three-way combination where everyone got some benefit, but I got the most. I was just floating on increasingly intense levels of sexual gratification as Daddy adroitly rearranged my asshole with his big cock and Ladd never let up in his attentions to my prick. I began to make noises like, "Unnh, unnh," as I felt the floodgates about to burst.

Daddy must have tapped Ladd on the head or something as he released my now twitching prick and I sort of sighed as Daddy slid his fine cock out of my ass. "Ok, boys," he said, "time to take this to stage two. Wolf, change to lying on your back in the middle of the bed." I did as he said. "All right, Ladd, assume the position." Ladd knelt over my cock and applied spit to the head. He then proceeded to straddle my thighs, walk forward on his knees until he could fit the head of my cock into his shapely ass, and rode my rod down until I totally imbedded in his fine asshole. I threw both my arms out and shuddered at the simultaneous sight and feeling of this beautiful man taking me from on top.

I hardly noticed when Daddy lifted my legs straight up behind Ladd, one massive hand on each ankle, propped them against his muscular shoulders, and reinserted his rampant cock into my own asshole. I saw him nudge Ladd, and the whole complicated thing got into action. Ladd began to ride my cock like the most skilled of horsemen while Daddy began to fuck me with slow, measured deep thrusts. The transition from being sucked and fucked at the same time to being fucked while fucking, sort of, was electrifying. The three of us were just moving and emitting random little grunts of pleasure.

Whatever semblance of restraint I might have maintained previously, to keep from ending this intense multiple encounter dissolved in the new combination. I just gave myself over to my mounting pleasure and didn't worry when the levees would breach and the flood occur. It seemed to be happening to each of us in our individual ways. My cock began to tingle as Ladd rode it like a merry-go-round horse, and it registered vaguely on my preoccupied consciousness that Daddy was upping the ante on his earlier measured onslaught on my own asshole. The speeded up and more intense thrusts were doing it to me, when suddenly Daddy thrust in full and hard. He arched his back and let out a groan as if he was in pain, but which I interpreted to mean he'd achieved his climax. Whatever he did in the process, it triggered my own, and I threw out both arms on the bed again as the first hot course of my orgasm shot up my prick and I began to come in achingly good spurts in Ladd's clever rear.

It wasn't until I began to subside from the pinnacle of my own climacteric that I noticed that Ladd was ejaculating copiously all over my belly and chest that it occurred to my addled brain that an orgasmic chain reaction had come to pass. Simultaneously Ladd slumped after a fashion as the last drop of cum left the head of his softening cock and Daddy withdrew from my vigorously employed ass. Ladd looked up and gave me a yet ‘come hither' smile with his wide sensuous mouth and dismounted from my own erection, which was rapidly going flaccid.

Daddy rolled off the bed to a standing position. "Ah, young men, that was a fine threesome. Whatsay we get cleaned up and find out what things in this party have developed into since we have been rolling about here?" He headed for the bedroom door without further discourse. Ladd and I rolled to opposite sides of the bed to awkwardly get up and follow Daddy. He gave me the same inviting smile but said nothing. I was wondering how to contrive to get him my phone number in the event we might contrive to meet under more intimate conditions.

We three joined the line outside of the single bathroom in the chalet and eventually processed through to wash up and make ourselves presentable. I had gone third and emerged to find Daddy and Ladd had left the landing. I did encounter Mark, who had yet another cub draped over the handrail of the landing and was vigorously fucking him. I leaned against the handrail in order to get a better view of what was going on. The young man was obviously having trouble taking all of what Mark was ramming into his butt. Mark seemed perfectly able to converse in a friendly manner with me and enjoy his rather one-sided congress with his cub.

The young man in question, from what I could see, was one more of the young cubs that attached themselves to mature bears. He was good looking in your basic fashion, reverse ballcap as needed, and a very attractive natural body with a fine hairy chest. Mark gave him one of those thrusts, with quadriceps that could support power thrusts with 450 lbs. on the weight bar across his neck, that caused the young man to rise up on the balls of his feet and relax only when Mark withdrew.

"Good fucking, eh, mate?" I admired the way that Mark could ignore the ability of anyone who bottomed for him to accommodate his massive cock. The ultimate top, he was. "Oh yes," said I, "good fucking and getting fucked. I was a sandwich filling for a secure bear-cub partnership. It was fine." "Good, good, I told you. Oh shit! Yes, oh yes!" Mark threw his head back in his characteristic posture until his orgasm was complete. "Ah, good party. Hey, Wolf, wanna have him? He's hot." I stood back as Mark withdrew his spent cock from the fellow. The young man relaxed and sidled away from the pair of us.

I flicked my depleted, flaccid penis and simply said, "Too soon, Mark. I need some recharge time. I think I might just stroll about and see what's going on." "Yeah, well," he said, "Have a nice stroll. I think I need a new young bottom. But, it's near orgy time." "What, this is not orgy enough?" "This is tame, Wolf. There's a blanket overnight invite for attendees, but the real climax occurs pretty soon." He wandered off like the predator he was. I marveled at the man's sexual stamina.

I was simply wandering around the living room, admiring the variety of sexual activity, when I glanced over at an out-of-the-way armless wing chair in a corner of the room. Inhabiting it was one more of the visually arresting males I had encountered on that afternoon. He was a type I mentally categorized as ‘ethnic', which type did not often attract me, and he was not definably handsome. He simply was.

My brief stare seemed to catch his attention and he gave me a somewhat crooked smile of such undisputable authenticity and welcome I nearly melted at the knees before we got any further. He stood up from the chair to approach me, dodging various clumps of sexually engaged bears, and I nearly further melted. He was not of any neatly definable ethnic type. I imagined him as a product of wildly diverse hybrid vigor which went to make up the compellingly attractive male specimen that was nearing me.

How to describe such an individual? His skin was a pleasing shade of brown, obviously darkened by the sun as evinced by the narrow tan line on his hips and legs. None of the novelistic clichés like ‘burnished copper' or such could describe it; it was merely glowingly healthy and vibrant, like the obvious good health that animated him. His head was the very definition of bullet-shaped and would have graced any snarling drill sergeant at a marine base. It started at a narrow apex of the domed skull, broadened to pronounced cheek bones, and narrowed slightly to a prominent, blunt chin. The whole sat on a thick, short neck which enhanced the military, bulldog image.

The narrow top of his skull sported a thinning head of wavy, deep black hair. He had a none too luxuriant mustache and goatee, cut military short, and unshaven stubble grew somewhat raggedly into it. The predominant feature of his face was a protuberant if well shaped nose that would have easily adorned a portrait bust of a Roman emperor. His eyes were somewhat close set over the bridge of his commanding nose. But his mouth was wide and sensuous, so as well to convey those luminous smiles of which he was capable.

The bulk of his hefty physique made it clear he was as dedicated a weight lifter as Mark, and a judicious one. Massive, broad shoulders topped bulging, beefy pectorals that indicated hours of heavy bench presses. The lateral muscles in his back flared to produce a well-balanced taper to a hard muscled if short-waisted abdomen. The muscles in his well shaped ass were so well developed there was a robust muscular dimple in them just above where they merged with his superbly wrought and developed legs. In all, he was the archetype of a morphed but esthetically pleasing lifter, with no one body part developed to the point of over. The size of the overall muscular development on his 5'9" frame had the odd effect of making him appear shorter than he was. A smattering of dark hair on his bulging upper chest seemed to be his singular credential of entry to a ‘bear party'.

As he approached me, my gaze was inescapably drawn to his crotch. The sexual equipment of many dedicated weight lifters often looks farcical compared to the muscle bulk they develop on their bodies, but not this man's. Only minimally, partially erect, his whopping cock was longer than many erections I'd seen or entertained rearward, and it was remarkably thick-I estimated its girth would exceed a circle made by my thumb and index finger, and I have long fingers. The bulky smooth shaft was topped by a mushroom head and enfolding foreskin, both of a darker color than the skin just below.

The magnitude of his penis was more than matched by his balls, his bollocks, his cullions-I ran out of terms for the baggage that hung pendulous and full below his cock. I was to discover the package was larger than my hand could encompass. Taken together, his sizable genitals made him seem almost sexually threatening, if it weren't for his smile.

I was at a loss for conversational openings when he was standing in front of me, which was rendered irrelevant when he cupped my balls in one hand while stroking my hardening cock and murmured, "You don't mind, do you?" I only shook my head and reciprocated by running my hand across the sparse hair on his upper chest and playing with his small, hardening nipples.

One of his oddly small, yet strong hands came up to grasp mine and rubbed it back and forth across his bristly chest hair. "This hardly qualifies me as a bear," he said, as ever, smiling, "but this…" He ran a hand down my smooth chest to join the one pleasuring my now fully hard cock. "This, this is surely the skin of the Anti-Bear." I self-consciously giggled, finding it amusing to be the Anti-Christ of chest hair. I tried to be suave, with a zinger attached, "I am an invited smooth guy here to emphasize the furry attributes of…", I paused, "of other guys than you." For emphasis I gestured at the various solos, pairs, and groups of hirsute men stroking and writhing around us.

The ethnic's reaction was to grab me by my waist with one hand, pull me to him, and to grasp both the heads of our cocks together-mine dwarfed by the tumescent head of his formidable member. As he pulled me closer, he ran one hand along our now adjacent shafts, lubricating them with the secretions from both of our penises. He used his other hand to pull my head down to his and kissed me tantalizingly, darting his tongue in and out of my mouth as we muzzled each other's lips in what I thought was the dance of foreplay. Despite how many times I'd carried on with how many men in whatever circumstances, I found myself consumed with lust for this heavily muscled man.

He pulled his head back, giving me his always present smile, and said, "We ersatz bears should stick together, don't you think?" The hand on the top of my butt jerked me a couple times for some sort of emphasis. I glanced down, inwardly laughing at the fact the viscous emissions covering our pricks sort of made them ‘stick' together, but asked, "How do you mean, stick together? I don't even know your name, nor you mine."

"Ah," he said, "the nickname I like to answer to is Maximus, but you can call me Max." He used his free hand to play with my already erect nipples. "A-and, I'm Wolf," I managed to stutter. "Wolf, how predatory sounding that is. Are you a predator or prey perhaps?" Falling into his hunting metaphor I replied, "Sometimes neither and other times both." "Ah," he said again and his smile widened, "Should I take it you are versatile, adaptable, or multi-talented perhaps?" As he said this, his wandering free hand traveled behind me and my body jerked when one slender finger played with the entrance to my rear passage as he said the word ‘multi-talented'. I winced as his finger found its way to the extent of his digit in my rear end, "That depends on the situation," I blurted, "and the players involved. What did you mean we non-bears should stick together?"

In reply he squeezed out juxtaposed pricks, still firmly held in one hand, "I thought we, the ‘hair challenged'", he paused and laughed. "God I love political correctness sometimes. Well, we should establish a firm physical connection." For emphasis he wiggled the finger probing my asshole. I looked around the room, "And where do you think we ought to establish this connection?" "Yon chair I was sitting in will do as well as anyplace in this zoo, depending on how we, ah, connect." I glanced down with some apprehension at our adjoining cocks, still firmly grasped in Max's hand, then over at the chair. "I suppose; we'll just have to work something out." Max again jiggled his invading finger in my ass as he withdrew it slowly, "Or, I think we must work out how to work something in." He released his grip of his own cock but kept hold of mine and led me over to the chair in that manner.

At the chair, I stopped and thought a bit while Max released my prick and looked expectant. I knew who was going to do what, with what and to whom, I just wasn't sure how. The span of what would be doing the doing was daunting. I began a gesture to get Max onto the chair first, as I thought if I rode him it might make his heft a bit easier to take. He had other ideas. He took my hand off his forearm, which I was trying to use to get him to sit in the chair, and somewhat authoritatively pushed me down onto the seat of the chair.

I watched with some apprehension as Max draped my knees over each of his elbows, and bent his knees until his face was level with mine. He gave another of his winning smiles, "It seems the organizers were remiss in planning this event." My puzzlement at his statement disappeared when he released one of my legs, spat into his hand, and I could feel when he applied the result to his potently erect cock, and then to my almost cringing asshole.

"Let's see just how versatile you are." He bent his knees, and his hips moved as he fitted the distended head of his imposing cock into my entrance. I threw my head back against the back of the chair and gasped as my rear muscles expanded painfully to accommodate his ingress. He leaned forward to cover my gasping mouth with a kiss as he began to edge his commanding length in, inch by inch. I could feel his wiry pubic bush merge with my sparse showing of such and figured he was at last full in. He moved his hips to maneuver his cock inside my distended ass, which caused me again to gasp, and then he began to thrust.

I had been had many times, but seldom like this. I just tried to relax into it as his thrusts became harder, deeper, and faster. The room seemed to move with the physical strength of his incursion, poke after press after prod after push as he plumbed my depths like I had seldom been penetrated. I am sure the chair was shaking on its legs with our coupling, if not the room. My hands started out with one on each of his incredibly broad shoulders, but they started to wander as I relaxed into this explosive fuck. I rubbed the bristly sparse hair on his chest and then manipulated his small, erect nipples with my thumbs and forefingers. This seemed to increase his ardor which caused me to gasp again both at the smart of his incursion as well as the pleasure it caused when I finally relaxed.

I had seldom studied the facial expressions of the men who fucked me. But his face was so close to mine as he did me, and his expressions so singular it almost made me laugh. He was centered in his screwing and as, it seemed, his pleasure increased his eyes scrunched and he pursed his lascivious mouth in a strange way. It was as he was getting ready to suck cock, but his teeth were clenched.

One of my hands found its way down to cup his pendulant balls as they slapped against my body with each thrust. I found I couldn't cover his incredible package with one hand. The gesture, however, seemed to trigger his climax. He shuddered and thrust in so hard I yelped, but one finger found its way to press the very underside of his pulsing prick as he came. I imagined I could feel the spurts of cum he poured into my rear, hot and thick.

Finally, he was finished. He smiled at me in his winning way, his cock full in. He very slowly started to withdraw and said, "Ah, Wolf, that was a rumbustious fuck." I sighed slightly as the softening head of his cock slipped out of my ass. He looked slightly puzzled as he stood up. "What to do?, he paused, "You didn't come." I put my hand on his shoulder as we both headed for the stairs, obviously hoping the bathroom didn't have a line. "Don't worry. I've had my share of encounters today with my own orgasm as part of them. That was the equivalent of an orgasm all by itself."

We knocked on the bathroom door and, unaccountably, found it free. As we both cleaned up Max said, "Seek me out when this melee is finished and we must arrange to see each other again," he gestured with his head at the open door where one could see screwing and other sexual acts going on in every corner, "in a more private and extended encounter." I wasn't sure if this was altogether desirable but found myself saying, "I shall." He gave me one more lambent smile, patted my shoulder, and exited the bathroom door before I did.

I encountered Mark on the landing. "Ok, Wolf, now the orgy gets serious." I looked at him incredulously. This hasn't been a serious orgy up to now?" I gestured to where it seemed there wasn't much of any floor space that didn't have sexually engaged hairy men arranged somewhere. "Nah. This is the time when guys get a bit more stoned and just kind of arrange themselves in places. Some guys circulate. The bears just bottom or top or maybe something less serious according to the guys's mutual wishes. The whole group just gets seriously mixed around."

I said nothing but followed Mark down to the front room. It seemed he was right. The first two things I noticed was there seemed to be guys engaged in most of what man2man sex entailed. I also noticed that that the various bears seemed to have arranged themselves in groups that seemed to depend on their very hirsuteness (fur on shoulders and backs), which I called realbears, or their varieties of facial hair, called in my head, ‘stachebears, go-teebears, or beardbears. Three redheadbears had taken over the single sofa, and the leatherbears had brought in a fucking sling on a portable frame and set it up in a corner. I began to see the possibilities.

I first had to work my work my way around two rather virile stubblebears who were standing on the bottom stair engaged in a rather romantic looking clinch, kissing, while one jerked the other off slowly. At their feet, rather blocking the bottom stair was a very handsome go-teebear, with a fine hairy chest and belly, jerking himself off solo. As I stepped over him, to achieve the floor of the front room, he began to spurt cum all over his hairy belly. He had a rapt look on his face.

Having made it down to the floor, I had to decide what I wanted to do. As is my wont, I gravitated toward the realbears. I chose a fellow who was a shavehead go-teebear. He was short, but nicely proportioned. He was lying on his back, with one hand behind his head. He was good looking, with fine eyes, and a most engaging smile. His upper chest was a veritable mat of dark hair, and the hairiness continued with little diminution down his belly. He was simply lying there smiling and stroking his small but rock hard cock as if offering himself. I simply knelt, straddled his hairy thighs, and applied his cock to my now well worked asshole. As I began to ride him, running my hands through the mat on his upper chest, he got a beatific smile on his face.

I noticed that guys wandering about to sample the attractions of the stationary bears did not engage in sex until their partners came. It seemed to be an assumption that there were enough bears moving about that the stationary bears would get enough sex of various sorts to achieve their orgasms, eventually. I decided I had enjoyed fucking with the mat chest bear sufficiently and wanted to try other guys. I leaned over and kissed my partner, disengaged from his rock hard cock, and stood up. He said nothing, but gave one of his winning smiles.

I wandered into the living room and noted that the three redheadbears on the sofa were all unengaged and were each singularly good or interesting looking. On the left was a rather handsome and very clean cut man my age. He had a short head of almost curly auburn-red hair, a well trimmed goatee of the same color, and his good if slender body was sparsely haired with stuff also of the same color. In the middle was a man hard to describe. His thick head of buzz cut hair that came to a distinct widow's peak was an almost auburn color, but his neat full beard was a startling color of red orange. The hair that covered his well developed pectorals was of a color to match that on his head. His cock was small but hard enough to stand up almost vertical to his body.

It was the third redheadbear that took my attention. He was conventionally good looking, but sported an almost retro 70's head of shaggy hair the same red orange as the second guy's beard. His rather thick and slightly bushy beard was the same red orange as the hair on his head. He had a lean, muscular body which had only a modicum of hair between his nipples, and that diminished to a sparse trail that led to his red pubic bush. He had only pushed his jeans down to his knees and was absent mindedly fingering a partially hard but large, fine uncut cock.

I went to the third fellow, knelt in front of him, and took his cock in my mouth. As I began to give him head, his cock went significantly hard and almost choked me. I had only been sucking his cock for a short while when the middle redheadbear stood up and urged me to get up onto the sofa. I was puzzled but complied. The third fellow did not change position and it did not occur to me that I ended up in essentially doggy position to continue giving him head. He seemed to be enjoying it and I always enjoyed sucking an uncut cock, playing with the foreskin with my lips and other salacious bits.

I then felt, rather than saw, the second fellow arrange himself behind me, with his left leg outside my own and keeping his right leg on the floor. He proceeded to insert his small hard cock into my now very sensitive ass and began to fuck me with the intensity and speed of a jackhammer. My body stiffened at the force of his assault and I almost bit the cock I was sucking. I managed to settle into the action of sucking cock while being fucked like a cyclone was occurring between my ass cheeks, with some pleasure. This was heightened when redheadbear number three knelt in front of the sofa where I was kneeling and began to stroke my cock. I got lost in what was happening and was brought back to earth when my fucker and fellatee seemed to achieve orgasm simultaneously. My fucker rammed his modest endowment in hard and I could feel him shuddering. At the same time, my fellatee's cock swelled in my mouth and his profuse orgasm began to pour itself down my throat. I managed to take it all. When both of the guys engaged with me seemed drained, I released my fellatee's cock from my mouth and knelt upright, thus dislodging redheadbear no. two's cock from my now very well worked ass. I ran my hand through the wiry hair of the fellow stroking my cock and said thanks but no. I had decided there were other stations to visit. Bear orgies had their attractions.

I wandered about the living room and drifted towards the section where the go-teebears seemed to have set up camp. I was drawn to one fellow simply from the position he had assumed. He was lying on his back on an area rug. Both hands hooked behind his head, which was raised and he was looking around expectantly. His legs were spread, bent deeply at the knees, and his feet were flat on the floor. This raised his rear slightly so that his fine cock was not only visible, but his hairy asshole as well. It seemed as if he was offering both for the delectation of whoever might stop.

He was not what I would have called good-looking. Indeed, he was somewhat in the mold of the guys you see on trailer trash porn sites, complete with baseball cap. He was however, hairy in all the right places; he had a fine pelt on his upper chest, a trail turning into a spread of hair around his navel, on his belly, hairy forearms and attractively hairy legs. Even his pits were appealingly luxuriant. His goatee was singular. It spread out wider on either side of what would be a conventional goatee and was stopped from being a full beard only by a carefully shaved space between the extensions and his ear lobe length sideburns.

I had decided that for this portion of the bear party introductions or requests were no longer necessary. I knelt in front of his spread legs and began to suck his proffered cock. He was entirely enthusiastic and essentially began to fuck my mouth. I had intended cocksucking by way of introduction. The redheadbear sofa had tired me out on that for a while. I took this for a bit and then released his regularly thrusting cock from my mouth. I knelt upright, hooked one of his bent legs over one elbow, and used my other hand to guide my cock into his now very available ass. His body stiffened for a moment and then he relaxed with an odd cracked smile splitting his goatee when I hooked his remaining bent leg over my other elbow, leaned forward, and began to fuck him as deeply as I could.

It felt good to top for a change. The guy seemed an able bottom as he began to work his rear muscles erotically on my cock as I thrust. As I fucked him, I reached my arms around his draped knees and tweaked his erect nipples and ran my fingers through the alluring fell of hair on his upper chest, as is my wont. We seemed to be giving each other pleasure in equal measure. I fucked him until I could feel the imminence of my orgasm and abruptly withdrew my cock from his ass and released his legs. My resources were somewhat depleted from the evening's activities and I knew where I wanted to spend my next (last?) orgasm for this night of the bear party. I sidled around and leaned over to kiss him, partially to thank him for a fine interlude, and to feel his ample goatee around my lips. It was as pleasantly scritchy as I expected. I got up and looked and headed for what I had planned as my my last stop of the evening. I did stop at the bowl of ganja numbers and smoked a bit. I wanted to enjoy this last encounter of the evening to the fullest.

I headed for the leather corner. I liked the cooperative nature of leatherbear sex. The bottom was suspended in the fucking sling-an odd contraption consisting of a saddle-like seat suspended from the ceiling or a portable frame, as in the bear party situation, on four chains. The bottom hooked his legs over the front suspension chains and the top fucked him, while standing up. There were also one or two attendant leatherbears who stood to the side of the top and simply livened things up, engaging in nipple play with either fucking participant or simply jerking the bottom off as he was had. I had never been had in a fucking sling and had decided new experience was the bottom line of this bear orgy.

There was a young, only mildly hairy cub in the sling, being had vigorously by a virile leatherbear. His face was in a rictus of pain or pleasure, one could not know. The borderline between the two in this kind of dynamic sex is hard to define. One of the attendant leatherbears was jerking him off and he suddenly began to come all over his belly and the standing top leaned his head back and scrunched his eyes shut. It was obvious he had achieved climax as well.

I was attracted to one of the attendant bears, who was both a leatherbear and a realbear at the same time. He was odd. He was not exactly attractive, but magnetic. He was a total shavehead. The lights of the front room quite simply reflected off the clear skin of his shaved skull. He had a set of eyebrows that grew into a monobrow across his prominent nose. His mustache was established and carefully clipped, but a heavy set of stubble, intended to become a full beard, began in sharp contrast to his shaved skull from just below the top of his ears.

As a realbear, the man had a slightly sparse curling pelt that covered every visible portion of his torso. Not only did it cover his chest and belly, but it reached down his upper arms , grew over his shoulders, and there were patches on his back as well. He was also done up in full leather regalia. This included the ubiquitous crotchless black leather pants, or chaps, a set of black leather wristlets, leather arm bands, and a fairly narrow metal studded black leather harness. His exposed uncut cock was almost totally hard, perhaps as a result of observing the just completed action, and of average length but thick.

As he and the other leatherbears assisted the now spent bottom to dismount from the fucking sling, I edged up behind him and ran one hand down his hairy chest and belly, to end up by stroking his fine cock to full hardness. He turned around, startled, and looked at me with total surprise. If this was due to my complete smoothness, there in the leatherbear corner, or the fact I had not announced my presence, I did not know. It seemed words had dropped out of use at this stage of the bear orgy. I nodded at his now hard cock, then at the sling, and used one hand to gesture at my rear. He seemed to think for only a moment and then nodded. He said something to a group of leatherbears who were releasing the just had cub, things I couldn't hear, and things went into what seemed to be well-oiled action.

One of the leatherbears knelt and began to give my prospective top head. Two others positioned me in front of the seat and hefted me up into it, using one elbow and thigh each. It was not exactly comfortable but it certainly positioned one for the activity its name implied. I clumsily hooked my legs over the front suspension chains. I found I had to grab the two rear suspension chains with my raised hands, both for stability and to insure proper presentation of the orifice of concentration for the action.

Another attendant leatherbear crouched in a seemingly uncomfortable position and began to rim me with a skill I had seldom experienced in that activity. His serpentine tongue snaked its way up my asshole in ways I had not known could be done in rimming and soon had me jerking in the swing-like sling in sheer pleasure.

I was not aware of when the rimming stopped and my top was standing in position. Two attendant leatherbears grabbed my shoulders to stabilize things and the leatherrealbear took hold of my hips and entered me forcefully. No subtlety, nothing, just entry and fuck. He thrust with a strength I had seldom experienced and this went on…push and shove, withdraw and thrust. I am sure my face registered just as that of the cub I had observed, as I was being so potently fucked. I simply hung there and gasped. I gasped even further when one of the attendant leatherbears applied a nipchain to my nipples. This is simply a length of chain with two metal clips at each end, which are, as said, applied to the nipples. To say it heightens feelings is a gross understatement. I hardly noticed that another attendant was resolutely jerking my cock as the realbear was literally fucking my ass off. All of a sudden, something electric occurred in my genital region and the motherlode of orgasms shot up the length of my cock and I spurted cum all over my own belly, howling all the while. I was totally oblivious to the fact that the realbear fucking me seemed to quickly find his own climax. When he was finished coming he withdrew and I wilted in the sling, unable to move.

One of the attendant leatherbears removed the nipchain and then both unloaded me from the sling the same way they had installed me. I sort of staggered around the various bear groups littering the front room floor, laboriously climbed the short stairway, and gratefully found the bathroom free so I could clean up. When I emerged I found Mark on the landing.

"Boy, you sure brought things to a stop with the noises you made when you came." I shrugged. "I never thought you'd be one for a sling fuck. I've topped with guys in one of those things, but I always thought being a bottom would, well, hurt." "It did," I said, "but it was good. That bear fucks like a typhoon." "Yah, Vic is, well, vigorous. Hey, I'm fucked out, let's go get some sleep." My ears pricked up at the collective pronoun. I just nodded. Mark put one hairy arm around my shoulder. There was only one other couple on the big bed in the master bedroom and luckily they were asleep. Mark and I settled down spoon style. Happily ensconced against Mark's hairy body I drifted off, wondering what the morrow's conclusion of this bear party would bring.

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