Halloween Afternoon: The Bear

I know, I know.  I left me a 19-year-old virgin.  Still.  I will continue my pre-blog history another day.

 Lansing—October, 2025

It was Halloween.  I went to the large play venue in Lansing.  To get the most out of my admission price, I did two shifts—late afternoon and after 8pm.  It was not as busy as I thought it might be, but I had some fun…

 

There is not much of a crowd at 4pm.  Then I realize I am usually here on a Saturday in the afternoon.  But there are men here.  The space is so large, it takes some time to find them.  A number of men are back by the gloryholes.  But no one seems to want to use them.  I stick my dick through one.  It is touched.  And rejected.

I wander.

The cross and the stocks have been moved.  There is a maze in its place, right next to the sling and fuckbench.  I surprise a man stroking himself.  Instead of reaching for me or allowing me to kneel and take care of him, he leaves.

Well, damn.

I go to the front area to watch porn, as the video playing near the glory holes keeps freezing up.  I sit on one of the sofas and stroke.  Across from me is a totally naked bear—except for his shoes.  He’s likely in his 50’s.  He is stroking.  Hard and determined.

We eye each other—and not the videos. 

I get up and go over.  “You want some help with that?”

He nods and I kneel.  I begin to suck his dick.  My left hand is working his hairy balls.  He moans—and lets me do whatever I want.  I hunker down and suck on the sack I’ve been fondling.  He moans again—and beats his cock as I work on his nuts.

Suddenly he stands up.  He gestures for me to follow him into the dark room that is behind us.  I follow him into the blackness—and can’t see a damn thing.  His hand finds my wet cock.  He bends and sucks me.  I can barely see him.  His mouth is good—and barely seeing him turns me on even more.  He deep throats me with ease.

“I need this in my ass!”

He turns.  My night vision is adjusting.  I can see the outline of his cheeks.  Now I feel how hairy they are.  And the crack.  My finger finds his hole.  Wet and slightly sloppy. 

“Fuck me…”

I push into him.  His hole is great, though the angle it not very good with my long legs.  I fuck him hard, slapping his generous ass cheeks.  The sound of the slap fills the tiny room, making him pant even harder.  I slow down—and speed up to a fuck that is fast and hard.

I pull out.  He groans and thanks me.

I wander.

I find a guy in the new maze.  He is sitting in a chair, waiting to suck.  I let him.  For 30 seconds.  He is all teeth.  I excuse myself.

I go back to the porn in the front room.  I stroke.

Men walk by me, but no one wants to commit to play.

I go back to the other end and there is the big bear on the fuck bench.  A man is behind him.  One hand plays with his ass; the other hand is trying to jerk his dick to hardness.  I watch.  The would-be top finally gives up.  I go into the fenced off area before the bear can get up.  I kneel and start tongue fucking him.  He groans.  He finally looks around and sees that’s it’s me.  He reaches back and pulls his cheeks apart.  I sink in deeper.  Heaven.  I am in no hurry to stand up and fuck again.  His hole is puffier now, and I love to take his ass lips into my mouth.

I finally stand up.  My cock is telling me to fuck.  I slide in.  He gasps.  I reach down and stroke his back as I thrust in and out.  A slow, even tempo.  We get two guys on the other side of the fence to stop and watch us.  But neither are tops—they want to be the bear.

I speed up.  His hole makes that wet and squishy sound I love.  I stop and go back to my knees.  I eat his hole, licking up all the ass jizz I have helped create.

“Pig…” says one of the spectators. 

I go on happily rimming.

Then fucking.

“Want to move to the sling?”

We do.  “It has to be fast,” he tells me.  “I need to get on the road home.”

I get his legs in place and slide in.  I like watching his face as I fuck, but the sling is at an odd communal height.  But I make do.   I build the fuck.  He strokes his semi-hard cock.  I can’t tell if he is trying to get off or not. 

I pull out.  He thanks me and takes off to find his clothes…

*

I am back in the front room watching and stroking.

A man stands a distance away.  He inches closer, kneading the bulge in his trousers.  We are both watching the bisexual video.  He gets closer and closer until he stands right next to my sofa.

“Hot…” he whispers.  Me?  The porn?  The room?

His zipper is undone.  He pulls out a very generic, cut six incher.

We both stroke.

“You suck?”

What the hell.  “Sure.” 

With me sitting, he is just at the right height to push it into my mouth.  My tongue goes to work.

“Stop.” 

I do.  Surprised.

“Don’t do anything.  Let me…”

I expect him to face fuck me.  But he doesn’t.  He starts doing Kegels so his cock head expands in my mouth.  Over and over.  Now, after each squeeze of his butt cheeks, his cock drips precum.  I just stay still and let him do the work.

Another squeeze.  Another drop.  And another.

“Oh, yeah…”

He squeezes hard.  His cock head expands once again—but the biggest I’ve felt it.  Cum begins to pour out of his cock.  Not spurt, but a steady flow of seed.  He tastes great and, at last, I am allowed to move my mouth and swallow or I will drown.  He lets me clean him up. 

“Will you be here tonight?” he asks.

I nod, my tongue cleaning up the last of the see from his piss slit.

He goes off.  Very happy,

I smile at the fact I just did something new…and decide it’s time for dinner.

(Next time:  Halloween night.)