Date: Mon, 11 Jan 2016 07:08:44 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Bear Ballet 2

The Bear Ballet 2

By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you do not like that, DO NOT
read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, and is
not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  I have made no effort
to portray safe sex practices. If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

The Sea Mist Motel didn't have a Sunday Brunch, but the Bears had their own
version.  They liked Bloody Mary's with a sperm chaser. The sperm was
served at body temperature. Normally, Sundays in the summer were the low
part of the year for hotel owners. We had 30 rooms and bear fanciers took
the remaining rooms so the hotel was full. Most of the men had found
playmates Saturday night. By Sunday morning they were beyond the
getting-to-know-you part of the weekend.

J.B. had gone home and recruited some pals who he thought Johnny would
like. Darwin had friends too. Darwin liked to share.

As the rehearsals continued, I came to know more of the quieter
swimmers. It took time to get to know Hudson or Floyd well; they were
excellent synchronized swimmers but they were quiet, reticent men. They
were handsome men who had been swimmers in college.  The had aged, but
remained handsome. I eventually discovered they were stealth
fornicators. Not only did they like sex a lot, they helped others of
quieter members of the troop and support staff find sexual
satisfaction. They sort of ran a recruiting operation for the men no one
noticed. These men included Dwight, a camera man, Lester, a costume maker,
and Tom, the Ballet's book keeper. The assistant director, Roger, was needy
too, but his needs had to be strictly sexual with no strings. His lover was
the jealous type.

Floyd and Hudson were gay flypaper. Closeted gay men clustered near
them. Johnny and Billy were aggressive and a bit intimidating. If you were
a gay accountant, or assistant manager in a store, these men seemed
unattainable. Floyd and Hudson might be attainable.

Roscoe, Freddy and Eddie had the same aura, but they were Santa types and
looked older. Doc Roberts was a fixture at the rehearsals and was friendly
to all. After his prostate exams he knew who was a bottom. His skilled
fingers discovered whose hole was ready to open for play. He also found out
who had a prostate that was ready for action. Doc had some standards. He
knew who wanted to be fucked and often had a sense who was really
needy. While he was a top, he wasn't greedy. His cock never saw action when
he was in a professional situation. In that respect he was similar too
Floyd and Hudson.

From my experience with the men I knew sex with showy men like Johnny was
intense and demanding. It would be way too much for a man used to a
periodic blow job at a rest stop. Floyd introduced men to appropriate
playmates. Dwight was a big, strong man who usually had a camera in his
hand. He liked giving blowjobs and loved eating cum.

When things were right, Eddie, a Santa type, liked to fuck a man as Dwight
sucked him. Dwight often got a double helping of man cream that way. Floyd
found a mousy teacher who like Dwight. Eventually Eddie joined the two
men. An hour later they were in Eddie's room. The teacher had never been
fucked. Eddie was excited by a virgin hole, and Dwight got the teacher so
excited, he barely noticed the rear entry.

Roscoe was a grower, not a shower.  He was friendly and outgoing. Darwin
returned to the Sea Mist with a friend, a tall and impressive Black man
named Tyree. Tyree had a job in a bank, but had spent a good portion of his
life helping his father who had MS. The father had recently died and he was
free for the first time in his life.

Darwin introduced Tyree to Roscoe and Freddy. They were the whitest men in
the group; Tyree was very black. They talked and got along well. Freddy had
nursed his mother for many years, and they empathized. Tyree wore swimming
trunks at first, but he eventually felt comfortable enough to strip. Roscoe
was flattering about the genital display. I was with them, talking with
Darwin. Darwin's cock got inspired easily, and he was hard.

No one commented on that. That was good for Tyree. He saw that no one was
concerned by the excited cock. His cock responded, and firmed up. He was
shy, but he was also all man. He soon realized we were all interested as
was he.  Roscoe was real interested in Tyree's cock. He couldn't keep his
eyes off of it. We all went into Roscoe's room.

Tyree was inexperienced. Most sex with Darwin was oral.  Darwin told him
that it would be wilder at the motel. Tyree was interested but
uneasy. Roscoe was your basic sex crazed dirty old man, but he sensed
Tyree's unease.  He took it easy as dis his pal, Freddy.

Freddy and Roscoe shared sucking the black man's long cock. There was room
for two. Roscoe was into precum and that was good for Tyree. He had been
embarrassed that he leaked. That was an asset for his new friends. His cock
was monumental fully erect and that was inspirational.

Tyree was a polite man, and he reciprocated. Roscoe was on the high side of
average when he was erect. That surprised and pleased the Black man. Darwin
told me that he had uneasily sucked him once, but he seemed quite
enthusiastic about Roscoe's tool. Freddy continued to suck Tyree.

Darwin and I were busy and he had eased his cock into my behind. The trio
noticed. Roscoe's room was well equipped with lubricant and poppers. Freddy
lubricated his ass and bent over the bed. Tyree knew what that meant and he
was willing. He lubricated his cock as Freddy got the poppers in hand.

He nuzzled his cock head unto Freddy's ass pucker. He pushed as Freddy took
a deep snort of the poppers. His ass opened and the monster cock slid into
the willing ass. It vanished as Freddy moaned in pleasure. I watched and
Tyree's cock and the poppers hit the right spot at the same time. Freddy
had no problem with the oversized organ in his rear. Tyree had no problem
pleasing the older man.

As we watched, Darwin's cock began doing what seemed like a Hula dance in
my ass. He was inspired too and his excitement spread through my ass and
moved into my brain. His tool began to grow as I melded with him.

Freddy popped, Tyree pulled out and took care of Roscoe. As I expected,
Roscoe was open and willing. It slipped in like a hot knife in butter,
sexually charged butter.

Later Darwin explained to me that Tyree was a nice guy with not much
experience. While men were attracted to his impressive tool, he had
encountered several men whose eyes were bigger than their assholes. They
said it hurt and didn't fit. As a result, Tyree avoided anal.

The rehearsals were going well and the extracurricular activities were good
too. Eventually, we came to know the regular visitors. These included
individual men as well as Local bear club members. They had a weekend
convention at Sea Mist, and many came back later on weekends. These men
were built like some of the dancers, but they lacked talent. They were
horny and willing. That was more than enough for my men and crew.

As we reached the final rehearsals, we had snagged a new advertisement for
a razor company. The theme was that some men are bearded and happy, but if
you want another look, we have the razor for you. We provided the early
shots, in a Buzzy Berkley routine and an Olympic swimmer closed the ad.

I thought it might be demeaning, but it was actually a different stroke for
different folks' sort of ad. It was more "be yourself" than it conformed to
conventional standards. A bunch of new people came to make the ad,
costumers, light men and a few PR men. It was to shot at night with the
pool looking like a blue sapphire in the darkness.

The Olympic swimmer, Bruce, was a twenty-year-old, mid-western
"Awe-shucks," guy. This was his first time away from his trainers and his
over controlling family. Life can be strange sometimes. The only person in
his life who seemed to like him as a person not as a swimmer was his
grand-father who had recently died.

Bruce liked the bears and Johnny a lot.  Johnny was horny 24/7, demanding
and controlling. I thought this was a recipe for disaster. Johnny turned
out to be a gentle, kindly, dirty old man. Bruce was sexually repressed,
totally inexperienced and needy.

Bruce had been all but under house arrest for years. Johnny resembled his
first swimming coach. I think Bruce had a school boy crush on the older
man. Johnny was a dream come true for him.  Johnny understood the
situation. He was careful and kind, a natural top and usually quite
aggressive. After a day or two, they connected sexually. Johnny sucked a
quart or two of sperm from Bruce's balls. Bruce was overfilled. A little
later Bruce deposited another quart in Johnny's ass. Johnny told me he
acquired a liking for young cream in his ass.  Bruce had practiced fucking
on Edouard, Johnny's lover. Edouard had liked it so much, Johnny decided to
open his ass often for the young man.

As the rehearsals and taping for the ad continued, Bruce made a number of
the men happy. Everything that had been bottled up in him, ended up in the
bears. He was a nice kid, and everyone was willing to help him.

The other men making the ad enjoyed the shoot too. They weren't used to the
open sexuality, but it certainly didn't bother them. I connected with Ricky
Maxwell, and Tony DeMarco, two of the PR men.  They were the creative men,
and were pleased with the recreational aspect of the shoot. We were
thousands of miles from their office. They could let their hair down.

Ricky looked like a well-groomed Victorian gentleman; Tony looked like a
grease monkey. Their personalities didn't match. Ricky was sexually
adventurous. Tony was a nice, uptight family man. They both had
quirks. Ricky had been a happy and successful bar fly.  He was now
forty-five and his bar days were over. Tony was an only child and his
parents had died. He was a family man without a family.

Ricky was wedged between being a beautiful young man and a distinguished
older gentleman. Tony was built like a gorilla and he was scary looking. My
bears were open minded and tolerant. They had no problem making Ricky and
Tony feel welcome. Tony immediately fit in. He was a fur covered muscle
bear and he fit the bear aesthetic well. He had been an outsider in the bar
community. The hairy body that excluded him for some gay social circles,
was his free admittance ticket to the bear group.

Ricky had some problems with older bears. He had been looking
unsuccessfully for "Mr. Right." He hadn't considered that Mr.  Right might
be older and stockier that the normal bar-fly. I suspected his was too
hairy for the twinks, and too thin for some bears.

Darwin, Doc Roberts and J.B. took care of those problems. They hit it off
with Ricky, and introduced him bear men and bear sex.  Ricky was uptight
when picking partners. He had been hoping to find a lifetime partner. Most
of our men were more freewheeling. They thought you should meet and connect
with as many men as possible. If you found a good one, that was fine, but
if he wasn't "Mr. Right," there was nothing wrong with "Mr. Right Now."
They converted Ricky to their point of view though some conversation and
demonstrations.

Darwin, Doc and J. B. knew most of the men and helped Ricky meet and
connect with them. They liked group play. It was sexually exciting, but
more importantly, it was much easier to make connection than the endless
conversations in a bar. Doc was familiar with the sexual potential of all
of the men. He had vetted all of them.

They arranged for Ricky, Tony and me to come with them to Hudson and
Floyd's room for a little party. Hudson had invited Dwight, Lester and
their teacher friend, Jones, to the party too. Hudson and Floyd had
adjoining rooms and had opened the connecting door.

Floyd opened the door for us. He was more than semi hard already. That set
the right tone for the party. I thought there would be a get-to-know-you,
uneasy period when we entered. Hudson and Floyd avoided that by sucking the
guests as soon as the door closed. All of the new men immediately knew this
was a sex party, and they joined into the spirit of the event.

Doc was in his nonprofessional capacity; he wanted to fuck. We soon knew
that his interest in men's asses was not only professional, it was mostly
recreational. He reminded me of a professional masseur I once knew. He was
friendly and cheerful, but somehow he managed to work his cock into my ass
without any drama or tension.  I didn't feel fucked even though there was a
large tool in my rear. I certainly enjoyed the experience.  Doc had a
special way to do a rectal-prostate massage that produced stealth orgasm.

Ricky was with J.B., Lester and Jones. They all thought he was a handsome
man, and Ricky enjoyed the admiration. J.B. was a handsome otter like
Ricky. Lester and Jones the teacher were average, ordinary looking men.
Both were borderline dumpy.  They made up for their lack of physical
attractiveness by being sexually generous. J.B. and Ricky made out while
Lester sucked them both, alternating from cock to cock. Jones liked to rim.
I heard Ricky whisper to J. B., "Someone is trying to lick my ass."

"Spread your legs and let him have his fun," J.B. said. "Do you bottom?"

"Once and a while I get inspired," Ricky admitted.

"Doc is on the prowl. He had a hobby of ass fucking and he has made a
scientific study of it," J.B. whispered. "He can get you open like the
Holland Tunnel, all lanes in service and no back-ups! When he's finished
with you, you will be willing take every man here and want more."

"I doubt that," Ricky said.

"It's a good experience. You won't regret it," J. B. added. Ricky wasn't
sure, but he spread his legs to give Jones better access.

Darwin, Dwight and I made Tony feel welcome. We were all hairy men and had
no problem with a cock nestled in a thick bush. We found out that Tony was
all top. Darwin held my legs open for Tony. Tony had never fucked in a
group, and rarely had sex in a real bedroom.  Here he had the time to savor
the sensations. Darwin and Dwight gave Tony advice on making it last. They
had a nice conversation about fucking and what worked best.  This was all
new to Tony. He was shy and embarrassed at his sexual interests. We assured
him that he was not alone, and it was good to take his time and enjoy.

"It's strange to find men who like to be fucked," Tony whispered as the
pumped.

"Most of the men here are into it," I said. "The more you offer the more
you get."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I Like it all and I do it all. I can please myself and my
playmates. At first, I bottomed due to politeness. I had fucked one friend
so many times, he deserved to fuck me. I came to like it. Cocks are good in
the mouth or ass, but the ass tends to be more intimate and intense," I
said. "Some cocks are invaders in my ass; others are friendly. They just
want a nice warm place to visit.  Once and a while I almost merge with the
cock in me. It is that good."

About fifteen minutes later, Darwin was in Tony's ass as Dwight sucked his
cock. Tony had never been double teamed before. He clearly liked it. I must
say the Darwin like it more. From the way he went at it, I assumed he had
located Tony's prostate and was working it. I spent some time in Tony's ass
later. He had a warm and juicy ass with a sphincter of steel. Once you were
in, he tightened it and grabbed your cock. It was like a cock ring, and the
only way you could get out of his ass was by shooting off and
deflating. His vice-like grip on my cock was wonderful.

I concentrated on our own little group, and didn't notice what the rest of
us were doing. I shot off and Tony began to screw Dwight. I looked over at
Ricky. He looked all sweaty, sticky and tired after an encounter with Doc.
He was also smiling. Bruce, the swimmer, had joined the group and was slow
fucking Ricky. I saw sperm ooze out of his ass as the swimmer's cock
entered. Doc had deposited natural lube as he enjoyed Ricky! Bruce had a
great sense of rhythm; his thrusts were beautiful and graceful. Ricky's
reaction to the thrusts was lovely. He undulated his hips to the rhythm of
Bruce's thrusts.  When Bruce was too close to shooting, Hudson or Floyd
would take his place.

Ricky may not have been into older men, but he certainly liked Hudson and
Floyd. They were both thicker than Bruce, and Ricky liked the extra
stretching.  He had never had sixty-year-old cocks in him, and he was fine
with that.  It wasn't just that the cock, the fucking and the orgasms were
good, the men appreciated him. Ricky was a PR man, that was important to
him. The sperm in his ass was a good ego boost for him.

The Bear Ballet took off in popularity after this ad.  It was the top rated
ad of Super Bowl.  It was funny, clever and unexpectedly pretty. It made
all the middle-aged or pudgy men in the nation feel good about themselves.
Of course it made the Bear Ballet dancers and swimmers feel good too.

The sexual escapades at the Sea Mist Motel had an impact too. it was out of
the way and little known. Fun with Chorus girls or boys in New York or Los
Angeles might have repercussions. Someone might sue for alienation of
affection or an unwonted pregnancy. No one in the Ballet expected true love
and no one was going to get pregnant. We provided and little sexual release
for those who hired us. we could produce high quality work on time and on
budget. We combined that with sexual release and multiple orgasms.

There were problems with the scheme.  The men hiring us had to be gay and
they had to be into big, hairy men. it turns out that finding gay men in
advertising and the entertainment world was not a problem. it also turned
out that many men didn't care exactly who took their load as long as they
took it. In the dark it didn't make much difference.