Intro: This story began as a fantasy adventure, but after some feedback from appreciative readers and some hot sessions with certain Bearforest members who invited me to their dens, it began to take on more and more reality. In its present version, I myself cannot completely separate the larger portion now that is factual from what little is left of fantasy. May all of you realize your fantasies as I have.

From my early 30s, I took on the phenomenom of going into "heat" precisely every 6 weeks. It came on quickly, almost without warning, and filled me with an almost insatiable need to service a man - men - multiple partners or serial sexual adventures. The easiest way to satisfy my craving was to spend a couple nights visiting adult bookstores where I occupied a booth for 3 or 4 hours and took on any adventure that presented itself. I neither needed nor wanted actual satisfaction for myself - indeed, for me to cum destroyed my mood and crashed me down from the sexual high I needed to maintain for hours at a time. (I preferred at the end of all my adventures to masturbate privately at home in some kinky and exotic way.)

Eventually I became bolder and learned to wear a blindfold during the entire evening - sometimes cuffs as well pinning my arms behind me - and take what came with the booth. I seldom knew who I was servicing and only by the smiles and grins certain men would give me later, could only surmise which ones had "had" me. Most of the men appeared to me middle aged and married (the bolder ones made sure I felt their wedding bands, some made me lick it, others made me suck that finger especially.) But whether they were young or old, to what ethnic group they belonged, how handsome or plain - I rarely knew and, frankly, did not care. In my imposed darkness my sense of perception was enhanced. Musky odors became overwhelming and delicious. Salty sweat a real nectar - cum, well, there are no words to describe a man's cum taken under such circumstances. Most of the men stayed out of the booth and only inserted their cocks thru the convenient hole - The more adventurous and needy ones shoved their balls thru too - and I usually drew the balls of the timid thru myself - for I have always been a ball worshiper, relishing the feel of ballsac hair on my tongue and lips and carrying away from each blowjob hairs of the "customer". Occasionally the man I was sucking became so aroused that he came over to my side of the booth and demanded closer and more personal attention. This I was willing and most eager to give. All in all, over a 3 to 4 hour period of one evening, I might have taken on 30 or so cocks - all sizes and thicknesses, often uncut which, I confess, I enjoy the most since they offer more challenges and opportunities to please my man.

Frankly, I was always more interested in what the stud, obviously at a lust peak to come to a bookstore for a blowjob, did with his cock and his feverish responses to my ministrations to his cock, than to its size, etc. But this is not to denigrate the hugely hung studs or the fatly endowed ones - they are always a delight. As a longtime professional cocksucker I have to acknowledge that "bigger IS better" - if my stud knows the power of the tool he has and how to apply it to get the best from his cocksucker. Eventually I left each of my 3 evenings at the bookstore filled to overflowing, slushing as I walked, but not sated in my craving for more. My only other aside at this time is to confess that I am a confirmed bear lover - I adore, crave, go crazy over a big, middleaged to older hairy/very furry man and I did my best as I encountered one of these to get him as stripped as possible so that I could feed my lust hungrily on his hairy legs, bushy crotch, hairy balls, belly, chest and facial hair. While I did my conscientious best to assure that any man who approached me for a blowjob and mouthing got his "money's worth" - true bears - heavily furry and lowhanging sperm makers - left me fully sated and weak in the knees. All the foregoing is prelude to the adventure I would like to continue with in Part 2 - wherein a particularly enticing bear visitor to my booth lured me to his den with the promise of providing all that I needed to slake the nympho-like lustings my "heated" period subjected me to. You will see in

Part 2 how what had been my longterm sexual fantasies became actualized and forever blurred the line for me between sexual fantasy and sexual reality. Only a bear(s) could have pulled that off for me. Readers, please provide me your feedback, comments, etc. If you want a Part 2, LET ME KNOW. If I should fuck off, let me know that too.