I awoke the next morning in some confusion as to where I was; a result of the excellent dope the bears had laid on and some beers. I did find myself still satisfactorily in Mark's furry embrace. My body felt clammy, and I was in acute need of a wash. I managed to lift one of Mark's massively muscled arms off me, as he was still snoring. I slid down to the foot of the master bedroom bed and levered myself up. Going out to the landing, I noted there were a few other bleary bears up and stirring. Quickly turning to the single bathroom, I miraculously found it free. I had a wash as best I could and inadequately dried myself with the now damp and well-used towels that were part of the equipage of the chalet. When Mark invited me, he never had said bring your own towel. I had not, and neither had any of the other attendees it seemed. Hunger was making my stomach rumble, so I then decided to go and look for something to eat.

One of the bears with a pickup truck had gone down to a khaw tom restaurant to pick up breakfast. Khaw tom is a kind of rice gruel or soupy rice; that is, the rice is cooked with a much greater quantity of water than you would need for steamed rice. You eat it with several side dishes of a savory flavor to offset the blandness of the rice. These might include crispy fried salted fish, or hard boiled duck eggs and fried tofu immersed in a sharp flavored Chinese sauce called pa loe. Things like this.

On the former buffet of the previous day, there was a large vat of the rice gruel, and a very satisfactory array of side dishes laid out. The restaurant had even provided a quantity of small Chinese soup bowls and spoons to go with, with which and from which you ate the stuff. I happily filled my bowl and added some side dishes. You had to eat several bowls to get full, and could vary the side dishes at will. I was also very glad there was a large urn of strong Chinese tea. This was needed. I ate and had tea and ate again. It was a fine breakfast. I was glad I had awakened before a majority of the other bears to get access to the good stuff first. If I could manage it, I was always shamelessly among the first in line at a buffet.

I simply slurped up rice gruel and drank tea until I felt energized. I had decided to restrict my search for sex for the end of the bear party to the leather corner, after the dynamic rogering I had got in the fucking sling the previous evening. It seemed only logical, at the time. I finally finished breakfast and went padding off to the leather corner to see who or what I might encounter.

It seemed that the constitution of bears had changed. Many had gone home, and some had come on that Sunday morning as they could not attend for whatever reasons on the previous day. There was only one fellow in the leather corner, although the sling was there, and oh, my.

He was one of the most arresting bears I'd met at the bear party, other than Ladd. I had trouble with my mental classification as to whether he was a beardbear, or a realbear. His upper chest, on the body of a man who was obviously not a lifter but nicely built anyway, was covered with a veritable explosion of hair, but it was relatively long and did not obscure portions of his skin as did the pelt of a realbear. His attractive nipples were only slightly covered, although the hair did extend to his shoulders.

He was not exactly handsome, but incredibly attractive. He had a thick head of dark brown hair, cut neatly short. His finest feature was a pair of dark brown, soulful eyes. These were topped with a pair of rather long, arched brows. The combination gave him a rather quizzical look. His face was fairly long and narrow, with a finely shaped nose and a small but sensuous mouth. All of this was neatly completed by a very carefully shaped and clipped full beard. It was so severely shaped it looked rather like a goatee with extensions that connected to the hair on his head than a full beard.

The abounding hair on his upper chest culminated in a fairly short trail that ended in a flurry of hair at the bottom of his belly and around his navel. The rest of him was just as attractively hairy; his forearms were furred, he had very hairy legs, and this continued around his ass. His cock was soft when I first observed him but it looked to have the potential to be formidable. He seemed to be fairly diffident to leather gear, wearing only a pair of metal studded black leather straps around his upper arms.

I just tentatively stood there. He looked up from where he was reclining on a blanket under the sling and said equally tentatively, "Hi." This did not seem like a relatively constructive conversational opening but I followed up with, "Hi, I'm Wolf." He asked and I went through my song and dance about my odd name. He allowed as how he was Ted. He got up and came over to me to simply stand. I was severely turned on, but didn't know what to do.

Running his hand down my resolutely smooth chest, he murmured, "We're rather a contrast, aren't we?" I went into my stammering mode and said, "Y-yes, we are, I g-guess." I almost involuntarily reached up and began to finger his nipples in their minor covering of chest hair. He came closer, almost purring, and said, "Ah, how fine. Now, what can we do to, or with each other?" I vapidly answered, "There's always sex." He smiled in his well-clipped beard, "Yes, there's always that, isn't there? Would you like to fuck me?"

I goggled. It frequently seemed the most virile and hirsute specimens one encountered ended up being the bottoms. My lame answer was, "I could." "Yes," he asked, "But would you like to?" I could only almost exclaim, "Oh, yes." He came closer and moved one of my hands to the fine covering of hair on his upper chest, as if to indicate to the dummy I was I should fondle it. I finally got the idea and did so on my own. It was a major turnon. He reached one long arm around my waist and pulled me to him, so my fondling hand was stuck between our two bodies and his fine chest hair was abrading my own chest very arousingly. Our faces were inches apart. He said, "You're a bear lover, aren't you?" I managed to stammer, "Oh y-yes, that's why I'm here, other than one of your fellow b-bears invited me," "That's good," he said seductively, "We bears like to be appreciated."

I vaguely realized I was being skillfully seduced, but was very willing to be seduced. The hand encircling my waist traveled up to behind my head, pulled my face to his, and he began to kiss me, skillfully and seductively. It was both almost electrifying and somewhat funny. He had a very heavy beard, and it was so severely clipped and shaped, kissing him was like kissing a bristle brush with lips. This was fine with me. Making out with men who have facial hair is a major spur to me in the early stages of foreplay. We just stood there for I don't know how long just making out and running our hands over each other. I played with the small triangle of hair he had on his back, just above his waist, and then ran my hand over his very hairy ass. Both our cocks had gone hard and were provocatively touching. His was as large, erect, as I had thought it would be.

Finally Ted broke off the kissing and softly growled, "Don't you think we'd be happier horizontal?" He nodded at the blanket on the ground where he'd been sprawled when I first encountered him. I could only nod. Without quite letting go of each other we awkwardly managed to get onto the floor and then the aforementioned blanket. It was not exactly comfortable, as the floor was hardwood, but being horizontal was indeed better than standing up for foreplay. We stretched out and resumed what we'd been doing standing up; we made out and explored each other's bodies with our hands. The tactile pleasures of running one's hands over and about such a hirsute man were nearly indescribable. I finally contrived to grasp both our cocks and stroked while continuing my exploration of the hairy parts below his waist with the other.

Finally, Ted broke off the clinch and said, "Wolf, roll over and lie on your back." I complied. He knelt upright, bent over my crotch, and began to give me incomparable head. I had cradled my head on my hands held behind it, but simply threw them out and almost shouted at the feelings this man was giving my cock and balls with his mouth and tongue. As the erotic level of excitement rose, it occurred to me somewhere in the back of my brain that some institute should give Ted an M.A. in oral sex. At first I could only reciprocate by stroking his fine prick or running my hand through the splendid hair on his chest. Somewhere along the line he shifted position so he was reverso to my direction. This gave me access to his rather large cock or…I decided if fucking was on the agenda forget that. I pulled his ass down and began to rim him seriously, or as skillfully as I could while he continued to suck my cock so splendiferiously. His ass actually bucked as my tongue snaked up his asshole as far as I could get it.

This went on for a while, and when Ted's oral attentions to my cock almost had me coming, I released his ass and blurted out, "Ted, it's time to fuck." His reaction was to simply rearrange himself on his side, with his back to me, raise his upper leg in the air, and support the leg with both hands. I began to hawk to try and make some spit for lube. Ted said over his shoulder, "That isn't necessary. I think you'll find you can get it in quite easily." I took him at his word. I spread the rather hairy cheeks of his shapely ass, found my target, and inserted my cock to the hilt. It did indeed go in easily, and his ass was somewhat slack--which I took as an indication he was indeed a dedicated bottom. I began to thrust and just relaxed into the excellent feelings of it after what had come before.

As we fucked, it occurred to me it might be amusing to do a rolling examination of some of the possible prone positions for two men. After a bit I urged Ted to lower his leg and said, "Roll, man, get so you're prone with your backside up." We both rolled together so I ended up covering him, my legs straddling his and my weight supported on my elbows. It allowed me to get my cock in deeper, and I began to fuck him hard, almost forgetting restraint to keep from coming too soon. Ted reached around and patted my thrusting ass, halfway moaning, "Oh yes, Wolf, fuck me, fuck me." I did so.

Finally I decided it was time for the last. "Ted," I said, "Rotate on my cock and let's get into Missionary I." He adroitly managed the shift so he ended up on his back with his legs draped over my shoulders. I leaned forward, pushing his knees towards his ears and simply began to rut. Ted's eyes shut in obvious pleasure at getting robustly fucked. I felt myself getting towards climax in easy stages, which was not the result of restraint on my part. I put it down to the depletions of the amount of sex I had indulged in the previous evening.

I began to jerk Ted's fine cock as I continued to fuck him hard. His hand joined mine and we began to build to a fine finish to this rather long and erotic encounter. Finally that click occurred and my orgasm rushed up the shaft of my cock like erupting lava and I poured myself into Ted's accommodating ass. But a moment later he gave a little yelp and began to ejaculate plentifully on his hairy belly and chest. When we were both spent, I knelt upright, withdrew my cock, and simply collapsed next to Ted. I dabbed my finger in one of the dribbles of cum on his hairy chest and put it to my tongue. I then kissed him and thanked him for a superb encounter. He got up, just sort of waved, and went off, I presumed, to the bathroom to clean up.

I was just lying there under the sling, pretty done in. Suddenly, I heard a deep voice say, "Hey, Smoothboy, that was a right fine fuck to watch, like live porn ya know? You guys got me right turned on."

I looked up and saw the culmination of my blue collar fantasies. He was not a tall man, but beautifully built. It was not the kind of body built by lifting in a spa, but simply by hard manual labor. His chest was only mildly hairy but attractively so. There was a light fall of pleasingly chestnut colored hair across his deep upper chest, and this culminated in a pronounced trail that traversed his muscular belly and simply ended at his navel. He had fairly large nipples that simply complimented the entire package.

Even 'very attractive' would not suit this fellow. Pleasant looking was the best I could come up with. But there was something ineffable about his attraction. He had a blocky face with a fairly high forehead. His pair of fairly wide set blue eyes framed your average nose. I hate the word, they twinkled; they would have suited a department store Santa. An incredibly fine and inviting smile was framed by a rather ragged but pleasing brown goatee on a rather broad, rounded chin.

His allure was increased by the simple insouciance with which he displayed his attractions. When he spoke to me he was standing against one of the walls which formed the leather corner, from which point he had watched my encounter with Ted. He stood with one arm raised and his hand behind his head, and one leg bent and his foot simply held against the wall. This showed off his superb quadriceps, his fine muscular biceps, and even his attractive armpit. I have no idea of his hair, as he wore a somewhat ragged denim baseball cap, which went with the blue collar image. It appeared that indeed whatever Ted and I had done together had turned him on. He was standing there rampantly erect; his modest penis was so rock hard it stood nearly vertical against his fine body.

He lowered his muscle-displaying arm and leg and said, "Hey, Smoothboy, you be one of them, whaddayacallit, versatile guys?" I almost shouted, "Stop calling me Smoothboy, my name is Wolf." "Ok, Wolf," he said affably, "Are you one of them versatile guys?" I answered, "Yes, and what of it?" It seemed impossible to ruffle him. He gave me his ingratiating smile again. "I just wondered kinda, after you gave your bear there such a fine fuck, if you might like me to fuck you like that. My tool is in the right way for it." He fingered his unbridled erection. "And, like I said, watching you two has got me mightily turned on.

I didn't think long. If sex was the objective of this odd orgy, I thought, despite my depleted state, why not? I said simply, "ok." A much broader smile split his goatee. "Well, Wolf, let's pull that blanket a bit from under that there sling. It might get in our way." I acceded and got off the blanket on my knees and jerked it out from under the fucking sling, and then smoothed it. As I climbed back onto the blanket, the blue collar bear did virtually a dive and a roll to end up lying next to me.

He ran a rough callused hand over my ass and said, "Hey, my name's Vince." I said something lame like, "Glad to meet you, Vince." It was as if we were shaking hands formally rather than getting ready to fuck. He moved closer. His smile was the same but somehow he ended up looking predatory. "Damn, Wolf, you've just come and had all the, whaddayacallit, stimulation of that fine fuck you gave your bear there. D'you need all that fancy foreplay, like you did with your bear, before you two, like, got down to the main event? I mean, do we need all that before our own main event?" I figured. There was some logic to what he was asking, but it seemed a bit self indulgent. I answered, "I don't suppose so, but some stimulation would be good before you use that hard thing between your legs on me."

His response was to move his fondling hand over my ass and insert one thick and rough finger into my asshole. My body jerked and then relaxed onto his invading digit. He certainly knew his way around that portion of the male anatomy. I satisfied myself with caressing his hairy chest, as is my wont. This turned me on as much as whatever else Vince was doing. I rubbed the bit between his nipples and then traced the trail down to his navel. When my hand reached that point, Virgil rumbled quietly, "Come on Smoothboy, ah, Wolf, it's time to fuck."

I didn't know how to respond. It was as if I was a wuss to be manipulated by these various men I ended up with. "Ok, what?" was what I came out with. Vince scuttled over to the corner where he had been standing and returned with a small shoulder bag. "You ever play with toys, Wolf? Just to get started I mean." "I've had some experience, and I didn't exactly like it." "Ah," Vince said and rummaged in his bag. He pulled out a rather intimidating looking dildo and waved it at me. "This one's good, it vibrates." He turned the knob at the end to demonstrate. I blanched. "I don't think so, Vince, that's a bit big." He shrugged and put it back. He pulled out a tear drop shaped thing of plastic that looked like what you'd use to cork an open bottle of wine. "This is a simple butt plug, it's easy. Don't worry, I, like, have my own lube; not like these bears what don't know how to supply things." I just sort of nodded my head.

He pulled a bottle of KY out of his bag and lubed the plug. "Lie back and spread your legs good. Yeah like that, hold them up." I did as he bid and he inserted this thing in my anus. It didn't hurt, and indeed it was a bit arousing. He manipulated it and I bucked. "Oh yeah, Wolf, there's things to be done what like other guys don't do." He wiggled the butt plug again and I simply melted. He nudged my shoulder and removed the plug. "Come on, my mate, it's time to put skin where plastic has been." He urged me. "Stand up. We'll start that way and there's plenty of time to get down here again."

I again did as bid, not knowing what he wanted. He stood behind me, clasping me in his incredibly strong arms. "Hook one leg up over that there sling," he said. I did so and balance seemed precarious, the sling moving on its suspension chains like a child's swing. With no further ado he thrust his incredibly hard cock up my ass totally and began to fuck me with vigor. I had been had standing, but not like this. Our equilibrium seemed to depend on the swinging chains of the fucking sling where my leg was suspended. He groaned, "Oh, yes, you have a fine tight one." We fucked for a while and Vince said, " I'm gonna take it out and let's get down on the blanket." He did and we did.

He had me get into the leg in the air position and took me again. His cock was not large, but in fucking the man was a force of nature. He took me like few had. I could not imagine being aroused more, but the man provided all the pleasure/pain responses you get in being a bottom. He urged me over into the prone position, covering me, and then urged me up into doggy. I complied, and he said, "Oh, this is where I like to come, good and deep." He then proceeded to, as the cliché goes, fuck my ass off. Finally he arched his back, let out a sibilant "Yesss" and then cried, "I'm coming, oh yes, I'm coming." He finally relaxed, and withdrew his spent cock. We both relaxed further. He finally packed up his toys, and gave me a peck. "I don't like to kiss guys," he said. And he went I know not where.

I sort of limped up to the landing, hoping to find the bathroom available. There was a short line. Mark came out of the master bedroom, stretching and scratching his hairy bulk. He looked at me and said, "God, Wolfie, you look rather well used." I said simply, "I fucked well and have been well fucked." He nudged my shoulder and said, "You topped good Wolf? Keep this side of versatile." I grimaced and got into the bathroom when it was my turn. I went to get a wash as best might be had.

I came out of the bathroom and did not exactly know what to do. I glanced over the handrail of the landing and saw that most of the newly revived bears were jostling for helpings of khaw tom, when I had already had breakfast and two encounters on, as Mark put it, both sides of versatile. I felt sort of tired already. I noticed that Mark had found his first cub bottom of the morning. He was being led up the stairs to take his place at the hand rail for Mark's attentions. I couldn't figure out why Mark liked such public standing up sex, but figured it was his sex life and who was I? The young man was striking in looks. He had a nice body and an attractive hairy chest. It was his eyes, wide set, and the most remarkable color of hazel I'd ever seen. He was short of handsome but in the 'very attractive' category for sure. He took his place, like the rest of Mark's partners, and I saw the characteristic wince as Mark applied his massive weapon. He then grasped the rail tightly and kept his eyes shut as Mark did his usual forceful fucking. I shrugged and went downstairs wondering what was next for me.

It didn't take long. I was just wandering about looking around as the licentious zoo began reforming in its various parts as breakfast wound down when I almost ran into a cliché that crawled out of some bear site on the web. He had the same massive muscularity as Mark but it went every which way beyond. His musculature was more defined, his arms rippled more, his shoulders were more defined and rounded, his oblique muscles and abdominals merged to clearly divorce his upper body from his lower, and the quadriceps and other muscles of his upper legs were sufficiently defined to qualify him as an illustration in a medical text. His chest and shoulders were covered in a pelt of swirling dark brown hair, thick enough that on another muscular man it would have obscured his definition. Not on this specimen; every curve and indentation, from the morphed pectorals to the pronounced abdominals/obliques on the cuirass shaped torso were eminently visible. His substantial cock, three-quarters erect, seemed to simply sprout from the nadir of the developed musculature of his trunk

His face went with the package. It was broad, coarse, and culminated in an ample chin. He had slightly close set and hooded eyes over a nose broken in boxing or street fights, and a small, close mouth. As might be anticipated, he had about two to three days' stubble to round out the picture.

As completion to the cliché, he wore the necessary plaid sports shirt with the sleeves cut off, unbuttoned. He also wore an incongruously small, narrow-brimmed black cowboy hat with the side brims rather sharply curled. I almost laughed, and thought better of it.

"Excuse me," he said in a rasping deep bass voice, "Do you think you could help me?" Trying hard not to shy away, I replied, "If I am able." My partner and I would like to use the sling for a fuck. There are none of those bears that usually help you around and every time I try to get him into that saddle by myself the thing swings on those chains and he slides out. Could you help me lift him in? I'd be obliged." Feeling relief that the request was something so passive and uninvolved, I replied, "Of course, where is your partner?" "Over by the sling," he grated, and peremptorily turned and headed in that direction. I followed.

His partner was standing beside the empty sling, looking expectant. The contrast between the two could not have been more pronounced. Here I was, following a rough hairy cowboy, and the man standing next to the sling looked like he would be appropriate sauntering down a catwalk modeling the suits of Armani or Ralph Lauren. He was nicely but not extremely built, a kind of Jean Paul Belmondo body--the result of careful light weight lifting. Avoiding all extremes, he was also slightly hirsute but not significantly. The greatest amount of his chest hair had the interesting configuration of an inverted triangle--the base spread the width of his clavicles, just under his shoulders, and tapered to a point ending just between his pectorals, which were only mildly hairy.

He was significantly handsome. He had an incredible head of hair, with a straight hair line across his high forehead. The black Irish contrast was there of piercing blue eyes and dark brown, almost black hair, which simply increased his attraction. A fine, strong chin filled out a face that was an esthetically inverted oval. He had a slightly prominent but aquiline nose and a narrow but sensuous mouth to complete the package. I could certainly see what the cowboy saw in him.

The affection between the two seemed genuine. The cowboy went up to the seeming model and the latter melted into his muscular arms for a close and long kiss. Their hands ran over each others' bodies as if they were blind and each learning the physiognomy of the other by Braille. They finally broke the clinch and the cowboy said, "Why is it we never introduce ourselves? I'm Virgil, and this is Cal." "And I'm Wolf," I added. We went through the 'for real? And how so?' routine, of which I was so tired. But then Virgil grated, "Come on, Wolf, let's get Cal into the sling, I'm horny." I snuck a look and saw the clutching clinch had indeed gotten Virgil's cock up at a forty-five degree angle.

Cal placed himself in front of the saddle of the sling. To facilitate matters, he proved himself supple by bending sufficiently backwards to grasp the rear suspension chains while still standing. Virgil and I stood on either side of him and each took hold of one thigh with both hands. Virgil gave me a nod and said, "Heave Ho!" We lifted in concert and successfully maneuvered Cal into the saddle of the sling without him slipping out. I showed him how to hook his legs behind the front suspension chains, which effectively offered his asshole for the activity that was to ensue. Virgil eagerly stepped to the position where the fucker stood and discovered to his dismay and annoyance that whoever had used the sling prior to all of this was just that much taller than he so that standing flat footed on the floor he could not get his cock in contact with his partner's presented orifice. Even standing on tip toes was insufficient. To adjust the sling itself would have required dislodging Cal and finding something to stand on so that each chain holding up the saddle could be lowered a few links and when it was at the proper height, to resecure it on the hook from which it hung.

It was obvious that Virgil was too impatient for all that. I glanced around and saw there was a phone table next to one of the small stairways going up to the bedrooms. I padded over quickly and grabbed the none too thick Chiang Mai phone directory, returned to the sling, and slapped it at the feet of the impatiently hemming and hawing Virgil. He gave me a smile through his stubble, kicked the phone book into place and stepped up. Despite its unimpressive thickness, it proved to provide just the sufficient height he needed. He bent over, dribbled some spit onto the head of his cock, and without further ado entered his partner's proffered ass to his cock's fundament. Cal threw back his head and gasped, I assumed in pleasure, and Virgil began to fuck him forcefully, grasping Cal's thigh with one hand and jerking his erect upright cock with the other.

I decided I had had enough of Cal and Virgil, despite however arousing their spirited fucking was. I thought that a strolling overview of what was going on in the chalet would be what I needed for a rejuvenation of my flagging libido. I had become vaguely aware when I helped Virgil hoist Cal into the fucking sling that breakfast was largely over and there was a flurry of activity all over the ground floor of the chalet, as if the assembled bears were trying to make the most of the remaining hours of the bear party before things broke up.

I turned away from the sling and was confronted by what could only be called bearsex congestion. It seemed between the early AM arrivals and whoever was left over from the previous night that there were more bears engaged in sex that there had been at the height of the prior evening's exertions. The crowd was sufficient that it seemed rather than dividing up by hirsuteness or type of facial hair, stations of progress through the stages of sexual congress had been established through which individuals or couples advanced. I was fascinated.

Closest to the stairs on the ground floor seemed to be the area for guys still seeking partners, and the variety was intriguing. It There seemed to be an interesting representation of the 'mature' sorts. In my activities with Mark, mature had meant over fifty or nearer sixty. Here it seemed to mean over thirty-five and there were very attractive men.

A very attractive individual seated in a folding camp chair, obviously not chalet issue, began things. He had an acceptable if not great body, but was tall, with a fine long torso. And, his upper chest was covered with a fall of mixed grey and brown hair that looked pleasingly coarse and scritchy. The length of his flaccid cock promised significant things when it was angry. He had a pleasing long face ending in a finely molded cleft chin decorated with interesting facial hair, dominated by a 'soul lock'. He looked out over the assemblage with unconcerned grey eyes, as if just waiting, and not worried by still being unengaged.

Lying in front of him was a 'mature' sort whose male attraction took my breath away. His looks were dominated by a fine head of iron grey hair, cut in a long buzz cut that culminated in a widow's peak. His facial features were average, but he had a fine goatee which was going grey in the area beneath his lower lip. His superbly muscled chest and gut were covered with a curling brown fleece with a distinct grey patch between his taut pectorals. He had his arms lifted, with his hands hooked behind his head, displaying the entire of his masculinity. Almost reverentially, I knelt and began to suck his almost fully erect cock. His reaction was to grab my head and thrust almost the entire of his prick down my throat. I almost gagged but settled into it. After pleasuring him for a while I disengaged and continued my 'voyeur tour'.

As if to advertise similarities, a couple engaged in a blowjob was right next to Iron Hair. A young cub lay on his back and his mature partner crouched over his head, facing the cub's crotch, with feet on floor, knees bent, and his weight supported on his outstretched arms. He had an almost identical head of grey hair to Iron Hair's, cut in the same way. His face, replete with graying goatee, might have identified him as Iron Hair's sibling. He was similarly well built, if his chest hair was sparser. His seemingly awkward position allowed him to raise and lower his ass with the regularity of an oil well pump, thrusting his sizable cock down his partner's throat and he had a look of distinct pleasure on his face.

Standing next to them was a bearded true realbear. He was finely built if bulky. His muscular physique was seamlessly covered with a thick curling pelt that extended up his torso, over his shoulders and down his burly arms as well as his broad back. His head was thrown back in pleasure as he stroked a substantial prick that was dislodged from the cup of a bright yellow athletic supporter he wore. Lying in front of this realbear, was what I would usually call a 'stachebear. His attraction came from regular, well-formed features and a fine, thick mustache, although he sported well-trimmed stubble that would turn into a first-rate beard. His virile attraction stemmed from the fact he was what I call a matchest; that is, the coat of chest hair that covered his chest and belly from shoulders to waist was so thick one could almost not discern the skin below it. He looked me directly in the eyes with an almost belligerently daring stare. I thought him exceedingly stimulating but decided to forego a bit of oral appreciation of his average if very hard cock after the peremptory action Iron Hair had undertaken when I had done so.

I then seemed to wander to the next section, where bears, either solo or coupled were involved in the early stages of foreplay. I almost tripped over a husky beardbear whose copious and far-spurting orgasm was lodging in the hair on his upper chest and belly as he jerked off. Next to him was a picture in contrasts. A slight, and heavily tattooed if attractive go-teebear was jerking off a strapping beardbear who dwarfed him, as did the man's cock. The jerker's small hand grasped the jerkee's cockshaft, which left the totally swollen head exposed, and some of the shaft showed below the jerker's hand as well. An upsurge of cum similar to that of the neighboring solo beardbear looked imminent. Less blatantly sexual was the neighboring prone couple of good-looking stubblebears. They were involved in a very tender and romantic kiss, while the bear of the couple raised up on one elbow gently stroked his partner's cock.

I then seemed to wander to the ill-defined space where mouth(es) were used instead of hands as the instruments of arousal. A trio lay at my feet consisting of the centerpiece and two acolytes. The centerpiece was a decidedly hirsute if not terribly attractive realbear, with a fine set of low-hanging balls. He lay in an attitude of decided satisfaction with both arms clasped above his head. One beardbear acolyte lovingly licked his rather hairy armpit, while a second stubblebear tongued first one and then the other nipple playfully. This had not yet coaxed the centerpiece's penis to erection.

I then almost stumbled into blowjob territory. There was a standing couple and in front of each a prone couple. I had no idea how space had been so apportioned. Particularly compelling was the tableaux of a particularly tall, lean, shavehead beardbear, and his fellator. Like all the bears I favored as prurient at this party, his long, wiry torso was covered from neck to pubes with a coat of long hair. He stood against the wall with both arms raised as his cub fellator sucked his cock and cupped his balls with one hand. Lying just in front was an average-looking beardbear, with an odd tattoo around his navel. His fellator was a heavily tattooed fellow, the oddest tattoo being a hentai cartoon within Chinese clouds, who endeavored to suck his felatee's substantial endowment. Standing next to the lean sort was a demonstrably unattractive but profoundly hirsute fellow whose fellator had three-quarters of his cock down his throat and seemed to be enjoying things.

Although there were other things to see, my attention was caught by a couple just settling down to the main event, a very attractive otter and a rather young cub.

The otter was a true redhead and positively Gothic in his bodily proportions, long and lean. He must have topped six feet and more, and his musculature was superb but lacked bulk anywhere; it was the type that active sport of some kind, like soccer, would give, not lifting. I could have watched the movement of his quadriceps alone all day. As he stood and knelt and stood again to seem to seal his compact with his cub of choice, you could see the definition and movement of his muscles from hip to knee as a thing of male beauty. His torso was equally long and spare with each muscle in place just where it belonged, beautifully defined, but neither bulked nor morphed.

What truly drew one's attention was the contrast between the man's fiery, red hair and his nearly milk white skin. The hair on his head was wiry, naturally curly, and he had had it cut almost military short. There was nothing else to view but the sparse fall of hair of the same color across his tight, sinewy pectorals, and the burst of bright red public hair that topped a long and thin cock, which matched the rest of him. His facial features were ordinary if marginally 'attractive', but taken altogether, he was a startlingly virile package to look at. Aside from a smattering of freckles across his shoulders and upper back, he lacked the features of Celtic coloring one might expect.

The cub the redhead seemed to dominate was insignificant. He was a spa rat, significantly shorter than his partner, and gone somewhat fleshy. He did have a nice globular ass, however, which seemed to the object of the redhead's attention. The pair began to make out passionately and the otter became rather impressively erect quickly. His cock was remarkably long and thin, in keeping with the rest of his bodily proportions, and literally bounced with his ardor. After a while, the otter arranged himself lying on one side with his upper body raised, supported on one elbow. He maneuvered his cub to lie in the opposite direction, still giving him head, which he did not reciprocate; the boy seemed to be entirely in his partner's thrall.

The otter began to massage the cub's ass, playing with his flower. He glanced up, saw me watching, and gave me a sly smile. He then began to finger his partner's ass, inserting first one probing finger, then two, three, and finally four. It was as near to fisting as I had ever witnessed personally and it seemed only to stir the cub to more passionate sucking of the otter's cock. After a bit of this invasive anal manipulation the otter removed his hand and nudged the cub, urging him onto his back with legs raised and bent back to the point that his knees were beside his ears. He was young and supple.

The otter moved to a kneeling position beside the cub and the two exchanged intimate words I couldn't hear. The otter then reached into a gym bag beside the pair I hadn't noticed, and extracted a dildo of average size. He applied this to the cub's compliant asshole, playfully shoving it in and out. The boy's face registered true pleasure at the incursion of this toy; I was fascinated. Finally, the otter thrust the thing in full and manipulated it. After a bit he leaned over and the two exchanged more inaudible words. He removed the thing from his partner's ass and returned it to the gym bag.

The otter then removed another dildo from the bag that was both longer and thicker than the first. I reflexively tightened my sphincter in somewhat fascinated dismay as he applied this instrument to the cub's already stretched asshole. He worked it in slowly, manipulating it for a bit and then adding an inch. When he had it full in, he handled it back and forth marginally. The cub's face had at first registered pleasure at the incursion of this larger instrument with pursed lips and a smile. This turned into a grimace, his mouth turned back to display his teeth. I didn't know whether this indicated extreme pleasure or pain at his partner's use of the thing.

The otter, displaying a somewhat predatory smile, removed the thick dildo from the cub's ass and replaced it in the gym bag. He quickly produced the longest and thickest dildo I had ever seen--it was a monster of a 'toy'. He applied this to the cub's already well exercised ass and began to work it in. The boy's contorted face implied nothing of pleasure, only pain. He audibly groaned, as the otter worked the enormous tool into his asshole, and his arms convulsively jerked outward, involuntarily punching one of an adjacent couple who were engaged in a mutual blowjob. The otter worked the dildo a bit more and then, to the obvious relief of the cub, removed it and simply set it aside.

Without hesitation the redhead placed himself between his partner's legs and inserted his long, erect cock to the root in one quick thrust. At this, the boy's expressive face again displayed gratification. The otter then began to fuck his cub at a speed I had seldom seen, and never experienced, like a jackhammer. His muscular, dimpled ass visibly jiggled with the intensity of his coupling. It seemed mechanical, the top taking his pleasure at the bottom's expense.

After a very short time, the otter thrust in full, and arched his back with his head thrown back. It was obvious he was coming. He finally relaxed and without removing his cock began to diffidently jerk off the well-used cub's only half-erect penis. He oddly turned to give me another of his devious smiles. It was obvious he not only enjoyed the domination of his partner, but liked being watched as well. I decided to move on. My desire was recharged and I felt like acting rather than watching.

I wandered on and suddenly stopped short, thinking I was seeing double. Standing against the wall, next to a window, were two mustached, hairy-chested, relatively attractive young men. One was indistinguishable from the other. The one on the right leaned comfortably with his elbows supported on a beam in the wooden wall. The other stood with one arm raised, displaying his pit, which is usually a gesture meaning I'm, in this case we're (?), looking. It finally registered on me that this was a set of rather attention-grabbing identical twins. Virtually mesmerized, I approached the pair.

"Well, look here brother. What have we...", said the left-hand. "Here," finished the right-hand. An attractive, smooth...", "Blond…" said the left-hand. "Do you suppose he…", began the right-hand. "Wants to play?" finished the left-hand.

It was too confusing. They were so in twin synch that they split sentences and questions, one beginning something, and the other finishing it. In the above short exchange my head went marginally back and forth, as if I was watching a ping-pong match. If I described one, I would be describing the other their identicalness was so complete. They had good oval faces, if their eyes were slightly too small to be handsome. They also had odd mustaches, which did not grow together across the nasal septum, and fine strong chins. Their upper chests were covered in excellent pelts of dark brown hair which devolved to narrow trails across their bellies, ending at their navels. Even their small, flaccid penises were interchangeable.

Their sameness was staggering. Their chest hair grew in exactly the same configuration, down to their trails. They both had thick heads of hair, cut the same in a slightly retro 70's way, with what almost could be called bangs. Finally, one small difference dawned on me. The natural part in the hair of one was on the left while that of the other was on the right. I seized on this with relief as looking at two mirror-image men like them was literally visually confusing.

My conversational opening was brilliant. "Who are you guys?" I asked. They said, "We are the McDermott twins." At last they spoke individually. "But I," said left-hand hair part "am Eamon." "And I," said right-hand hair part "am Ian." Getting into the spirit of things, I said, "And I am Wolf." At this, they both just nodded. I had to mentally compress their antiphonally broken up sentences, questions, and responses into one to make sense of it.

"So," they said, "Do you want to play?" I felt stirrings in my cock, as the thought of bear twins was downright erotic. "Yes," I agreed, "But with which one of you?" "Oh," they answered, "With both of us. We always play together." I could only nod. I had been in any number of three-ways, but never an identical twin three-way. "Now," they said, what shall we do?" "Do?" I asked, "What do you mean?" "Dear blond…" "Wolf," I interjected." "Wolf…," they picked up, "You are the center of whatever set piece we organize. You must determine how our joint activity progresses."

"Now wait a minute," I said, "Give me an example." The twins considered for minute. "Oh, well, we could spit you, one on each side if that pleased. Or, we could do the sameold, you fuck one of us and one of us fucks you. Or, we could double dick you. We are small and it would not be too difficult. And then one of us would do you most elegantly."

I thought a moment. "This double dicking you say, how does it work? I've maybe seen a bit in some porn somewhere but I don't have the total idea." "Ah," they said, "It's easy. You take one of us from the top and then the other of us comes from the rear into Wolf's back end, twins together in one rear hole." "And then…?" I asked. "Why we finish you off in ways you've never imagined," came the duo echo.

I thought of all this stuff and considered I'd done all they suggested save the last. With most casual groupings one ended up in the situation where the size of one of the guys always made the double matter a bit too extreme to consider. One had quality control here, at least. One guy equaled two guys, with small cocks.

"Let's try the double dick thing," I concluded." The duo sighed. "Oh, so few try that with us. Come, stand up and embrace one of us." I did so. One of the indistinguishable pair embraced me, and the other stood at my back for the same purpose. I found myself in a rather voluptuous furry double crush of bear twins. We made out for a bit, whoever we were, and gradually ended up on the area rug under the window as the only place to go. I had to admit, the twins knew their way around doing another guy. We twined and twisted about like the adage about copulating snakes. At one point I lay at leisure and was treated to the sight of twin hairy men simultaneously pleasuring my erect penis and balls. The tactile experience was not unique, but the visual was, and it made it doubly erotic.

At some point one of the twins shifted to kneel between my spread legs. He urged me to lift to lift them, which I did. This allowed him to rim me deftly while his brother continued his excellent oral attention to my straining cock. I felt my erotic inclinations shifting from second gear to drive and noticed my hips were bucking involuntarily. I hardly become aware of it when the cock sucking twin moved to lie on his back parallel to me and the rimming twin shifted to kneel beside me and urge me over and astraddle his brother's legs. I got the idea and shifted, kneeling upright and bestride the prone twin's outthrust legs. I raised myself up on my knees and used one hand to fit his small but rocklike erection into my well-prepared asshole. I began to ride him. There was something particularly amatory about servicing a small man. One could concentrate on what one was doing with one's partner mutually, without the problem of accommodating a large cock and such. I must have been doing something right, as the twin I had mounted was manifestly wiggling in pleasure under me as I worked him.

I felt the other twin move astride his brother's legs behind me but took little notice as I was concentrating on what I was doing with the bear twin under me. All at once the twin behind me urged my torso forward over his brother's and I grunted as a rigid cock identical to the one already cached in my ass worked its way in gradually. The twins may have been relatively small, but entertaining twice the expanse of one of their erections at the same time stretched me to the limit. It was like getting fucked by a man with a particularly thick, big cock that was not particularly long.

I began to post on the cock of the twin under me and in an almost synchronized action his brother began to thrust downwards. I almost gasped as it was difficult to take twin cocks coming at your ass from two different directions. I found if I simply relaxed it was acceptable, even interesting for the never before felt sensuous experience. I moved minimally over the cock of the twin under me while twin behind me worked my ass almost excessively energetically

While we were in a word writhing there one of the twins, I had ceased to notice if they spoke individually, said, "Oh Wolf, this is so fine rubbing our pricks together in the same rear end. Thank you." I was somewhat pleased to be appreciated but I hoped they would achieve their orgasm soon. The dual action was beginning to become difficult to accommodate, however small their joint organs were. Suddenly the twin behind moaned, "Ah brother, I am coming." I was lucky twin synch extended to their sexual activities. The one under me almost immediately groaned, "And I too, brother." It was interesting to be in a sandwich mode between two shuddering hairchest twins who were spilling out their orgasms into my asshole. Finally they seemed finished. The one behind me pulled his cock out, and I thankfully dismounted from the twin prone under me.

Despite some discomfort from my past episode I found myself rather turned on. I did not find the idea of engaging in sex yet again on a plain area rug with a hardwood floor under it attractive. I decided to try out a rather interesting position I'd seen on a porn site, which had my partner in a chair and myself standing. I chose a twin, Eamon or Ian, how would I know? We made out for a bit, standing, while his brother knelt between us and very cleverly sucked my cock. Finally my fellator's skilled attentions had me ready to fuck.

I looked around and noted with some incredulity that one of the side chairs was free. I led my twin over to it. I indicated he should kneel on one knee on the chair seat but raise the other leg so that his foot was on the seat next to his knee. The position was awkward but it presented the portion of his anatomy I was interested in in such an enticing way. I stood behind him, dripped some spit onto the head of my cock and lubed it, and without further ado placed the head between the hairy cheeks of his shapely ass and entered him. I had no idea how long this clever pair had been sexually active, but the boy's ass was tight and fine. I proceeded to fuck him with long slow strokes. I almost fell over with pleasure and wondered if the fellow moonlighted as a rentboy. He was as skilled at pleasuring the penis of the guy fucking him with his rear muscles as any fellow so skilled I'd ever had. I just let myself go and enjoyed my congress.

I almost jumped and yelped. I had not noticed the approach of his brother, who had decided his contribution to the proceedings would be to kneel behind me and rim me while I fucked his twin in the chair. The double pleasuring caused my orgasm to build inexorably. I tried diverted thoughts to enjoy this as long as I could to no avail. When I shot it felt like my penis was pleasurably on fire as the cum blasted up the shaft into the twin's clever ass. When I was at last drained it took all the care I could muster to not fall to my knees or worse when I withdrew.

"So good Wolf," they said, "Was that as good as we promised?" It took me a minute to find my tongue. "That was stupendous sex." "Good, but you must excuse us, as we have a date." "A date," I said, "With whom?" One of the twins pointed over my shoulder and said simply, "Them." I turned around and almost fell over, as them turned out to be another set of twins. They were as identical as my frolic mates and the four of them were so similar as to be quadruplets. The approaching pair were only distinguishable from Iean and Eamon by being a bit more hairy, and they had thicker mustaches. They even had the different left and right natural parts in their hair.

I decided I had had enough of the bear party. I was fucked out and tired. I headed for the front door to retrieve my clothes from the paper shopping bag where I had placed them upon entering the party. I encountered Mark, who had snagged his next handsome cub and was heading for the stairway. "Hey Wolfie, what or who have you been doing?" I pointed at the approaching foursome and said, "I made it with that set of twins in front." Mark glanced over and then looked at me in disbelief. "You made it with the McDermott twins. Well, you must have something special. They come to these bear things but don't usually do anything with anyone." "Come on," he said gruffly to his cub and stalked off.

I went to the front door, retrieved my clothes, dressed and went out to my cycle. As I started it, I kind of chuckled to myself. Mark could usually have sex with most anyone he pointed at, and I had scored points. I set off down the dirt road on my way back to Chiang Mai.