This story is mine, and is based on a true story.
Jon

Well, I was 21, I blew my money on a new modem and internet access (well this was 1996), and anonymous chats in AOL room, talking to various people, until I ended up chatting to a bear couple about 15 miles away.

We’ll call them Dave and Al.

We agreed to meet up, they picked me up in the middle of town and they took my back to theirs. I confessed as they drove this was the first time I met two gay men.

Dave was in his fourties,a balding brown haired bear, with a full beard. Al was a thirties ginger bear with a full beard, less hairy overall but his eyes showed a hint of naughtiness and hornyness.

Arriving at theirs, Dave gave me a hug and kiss and I immediately felt a reaction in my pants. Al did some stuff while I agreed to help Dave fix his computer. As I sat at his PC, he sat next to me as I badly stammered by way through explaining what I was doing (my speech was extremely bad at the time, but they agreed to give me a big hug every time I stammered).

My knee was being touched and I eventually ended up french kissing him. He suggested I did the same to Al so he wouldn’t feel left out. Who was I to argue? They said maybe we should go into the bedroom. A little voice inside of me said…”YES!”

I laid on their bed naked as they stripped off. One had a cock with a very retractable foreskin, the other cut with a lovely curve. As Dave snogged me, I felt a bliss around my cock, it was Al sucking me off. It was heaven.

I attempted to return the favour, but my inexperience made for a less than impressive result.

Dave then said that I should get some experience. I put on a rubber, lubed it up and entered Al, his back on the bed and his feet on my shoulders. Dave slowly wanked at his partner being penetrated. Al showed his approval, he wanked off while I was fucking him and his jsim went everywhere. It was a horny sight, one still planted in my mind today. I couldn’t cum, I apologised.

Dave mounted Al, and invited me to get behind Dave and feel him thrusting. Then Dave told me to feel his balls as he was fucking Al, he said, feel them get tighter as he was about to cum. He did with a satisfying grunt, and unmounted, Al satisatified that he had been fucked twice in succession.

Evening came around, we had a meal, watched Trainspotting on video, I wanted to go back to bed with them, Al laughed and said maybe I had a bit too much fun for one day. I slept in the spare room. Excited that I made the plunge with other men, I cum. I hastily tidied myself up and went back to sleep.

That morning, Dave came into the spare room and into bed with me. He spooned me from behind, his erect cock poking into me, putting his hand around my cock and gently retracting my tight foreskin.

I turned over, kissing him, kissing his nipples, kissing his belly button. I looked at his cock, here was my chance to suck it, I tried and Dave moaned in ecstasy.

He invited me back into the main bedroom, I said good morning to Al, my cock beaming with an erection along with a beaming smile on my face. Dave explained that I had been sucking his cock, as I did so with Al.

I was introduced to poppers, asked to inhale after Al took a long sniff. Al asked me how I felt, I said warm and light headed, I then proceeded to hard snog Al as Dave fingered my hole. I yelled in ecstasy for Dave to carry on what he was doing.

The next few minutes seemed like a blur, Al mounted Dave bareback as Dave had a hit of poppers. Dave moaned heavily while Al exhaled in bliss. Dave leant up and snogged heavily while Al was ploughing him.

Poppers were passed around the three of us. Al moaned as he came. Dave spurted out his cum. They were both satisfied, and it was horny to snog a man while he was getting fucked.

This is where the story ends. I was young, it was my first experience. I was having problems at home, I was forced to quit university and start job hunting. Not easy with a bad stammer. I kinda was a bit too full-on with them after that, a bit too intense, not understanding open relationships, or just having fun. 15 years on and I’m older and more wiser.

I’ve lived, I’ve learnt but always grateful of my first experience with bears.