Date: Sun, 21 Feb 2016 13:36:36 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Bear Ballet 3

Bear Ballet 3
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex.  If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to
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After my work with the synchronized swimming part of the Ballet, I went to
the training facility near the Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia.  It was in
a former Boys Cub summer camp, secluded and quiet. The General Manager of
the company didn't want the men to be distracted. Some had overcome
substance abuse issues and he wanted to be away from temptation.

I soon realized that booze and drugs were big problems; sex wasn't. A man
into booze and drugs had a hard time mastering the complicated routines of
the Bear Ballet. Sex after the ballet practice helped them relax and
unwind. I know some athletic teams discourage sex as a distraction.
Girlfriend problems often caused poor performance. For our ballet it was a
gay sex and it wasn't relationship based.

The head man in the non-aquatic group was Randall DeVine. He was an
unexpectedly graceful dancer. He was six-five and about 250 pounds. He was
good with lumberjack routines. He wasn't exactly fat, bulky would be a
better word. He was a leader of men and had a stunning sexual drive.

Randall was a nice man.  He was especially helpful for the younger men. He
was a perfectionist but helpful, and seemed to know when the men were tired
and had enough. He was sensible and he realized tired men made mistakes. He
also knew men would do better for a man they respected. He gave great
massages and had been a physical therapist. His massages usually had a
happy ending and often included an anal massage.

His right hand man was the choreographer, Del Mar. He was great at what he
did. He was small, hyper active and made Julie Andrews seem butch. I liked
him in spite of that. He had a knack for working with the big men and
making them look good. If something was a problem, he could rework things
to make it easier for the men. He shared Randall's sexual drive, and half
his body weight was in his cock. His cock was huge and his ass
accommodating. While he wasn't attractive to most of the men, they could
make allowance for a man with his cock and ass.

We had a sixteen-man troop with four men providing back up, and were going
to be touring. We had four dances to prepare for, the Lumberjack Hoedown,
the New York interlude, the Cowboys on the range, and the show ended with
Firemen at Work. That last dance included pyrotechnics and was the grand
finale. I was the stage manager and in charge of safety.

Most of the Ballet men were in their forties or fifties. A few were older
and there were six younger men. It took a week to get into the flow of
rehearsals. It took only a few days to get into the sexual flow of the
group. One of the young guys, Scott, was the reason for the quick sexual
adaptation. He was a blond bear, hairy, bearded and outgoing.

Scott was sexually generous, needy and had a taste for sperm. That was a
recipe for making friends and getting to know the other performers. He was
a country boy from a small town in North Carolina. It was not a hotbed of
gay activity. He was too big for normal chorus boy roles, so the Bear
Ballet was a godsend for him. He was talented, versatile and willing both
professionally and sexually. He was always ready to serve.  For the first
week he specialized in the quick blowjob. There was no muss no fuss; he
always swallowed. Randall took him under his wing.

Scott came to me during a rest period with a problem. "I've never taken it
in the ass," he told me. "Randall wants to fuck me, but I don't know if I
want to do it."

"Is Randall insistent, pressuring you?" I asked.

"No, it's nothing like that," Scott said. "I like Randall and he is a good
man. I just know what he wants. I don't want to disappoint him."

I smiled. "There is no need to worry about that. Randall will not die from
sex starvation," I said. "He will be fine."

"I guess I know that. He's done some of the other men, but he's big. I am
afraid I can't take it," Scott explained. "Jimmy's cock might be more
manageable. We sixty-nined once and he worked a finger into my ass. That
was good." Jimmy was one of the older, Santa type men.

"Randall is not a predator. Men come to him.  He doesn't go looking for
men," I said. "He also keeps his sexual life separate for his professional
life. Some men like being the first, but I doubt Randall is interested in
that.  Tell Randall about your worries, he will understand."

I explained that if Scott wanted to be fucked, he needed to control his
urge to suck. "It's hard to keep it up after an orgasm," I explained. "I
don't know if Jimmy is a top, but I am sure there are several men here who
would love to screw you."

Several days later Scott told me he had talked to Randall and all was
well. He offered to help by finding some tops who would gently open him up.
He was going to be massaging some friends that evening and Scott was
welcome to join them. Jimmy was one of his friends.

"I'm one of those scheduled to be massaged," I told Scott.  I said I would
be there too. He looked relieved. He wanted a friend there. I think he was
worried it might be a gangbang. I was at Randall's room early. Randall's
sexual drive must have been well above normal and his success rate at
finding new partners was also good. While I think he was ready to screw any
man he met, he had no need to screw them. There were other men who were
more than willing.

His connections were friendly, intensely sexual and with no strings
attached. He was the ultimate friend with benefits. He was not looking for
a permanent of long term lover. He was clear about that. Some men may have
been turned off by that, but they were damn few as far as I could tell.
Most men just had a good time; many had more than that.  Randall was a
sexual athlete, and let's say he made many touchdowns.

The camp included ten cottages for six boys and a counselor.  When the camp
closed, a developer tried to rework them a bedroom, sitting room hotel for
long stays. That was unsuccessful, but they worked well for us with two or
three men per cottage. Scott and Jimmy joined us and then Georgy arrived.
Georgy was a Russian immigrant who had been an actual ballet dancer before
he grew. He had broken his leg and he had lost control of his weight. Even
worse he grew taller. He was forty now and the bears had been a godsend for
him. Georgy had been doing menial jobs. He barely spoke English, but he
could still dance. He liked man sex, but his limited English skills limited
his cruising ability.

Randall took charge as was his nature. "I assume you all know Scott's
skills as a cock sucker. To say he is skilled understates his abilities,"
Randall said. "He is interested in expanding his repertoire. I was hoping
that you men might help him. You all know that I tend to enjoy the top."

"Is enjoy the right word?" Jimmy asked. We all laughed.

Let's say I greatly enjoy the top," Randall said. "I'm not sure I am well
equipped to introduce a man to anal pleasures. I remember the first time I
took a cock in the ass and it wasn't good. I was hoping you all could help
Scott discover new sources of pleasure."

"Now you ask why are we all here? Wouldn't one-on one be better," Randall
continued. "You may have noticed that Scott can not only coax man seed from
your balls, he enjoys the thrill of your squirting action and the taste of
your personal cream. I have the feeling he would like more than the simple
plowing; he would like the seeding too. With several men Scott could have
some practice, satisfying his own needs and yours too."

"That is too much, maybe?" Georgy asked.

"Not if we are gentle and take our time," Randall explained. "By the way, I
suspect Scott is sexually insatiable."

"I'm not sure about that!" Scott interposed.

Randall laughed. "That comment was a compliment!" he said. "You are
handsome, young, gifted hardworking and insatiable. What more could we ask
for in a man?" Everyone laughed.

An hour and half later Jimmy, Georgy and Randall had all made visits to
Scott's ass. Scott was happy as a lark. It started as a massage and then
transitioned into an anal massage using a finger or two and a
tongue. Randall sucked Scott's cock as Jimmy was the first to work his cock
into the tender anal opening.

I could tell when he made contact with Scott's prostate. His little gland
was both tender and responsive. Jimmy had a short fuse and he pulled out
after giving Scott's prostate a soothing sperm bath.

The rotated positions. Georgy eased into the cum-filled tunnel as Jimmy
sucked Scott's cock. Georgy wasn't huge, but he was on the high side of
average.  Scott was more demonstrative in his response to the bigger
cock. Georgy's thrusting soon was borderline pounding. Scott was happy.

Randall looked at me and we both knew that Scott would have no problem with
big cocks. I was thinking that we would stop with Georgy fucking Scott, but
when Georgy pulled out, I was sure that Scott wanted more. Randall moved
into position.

With two loads of cum in his ass, Scott didn't need any more lubricant.
Randall nosed his cock into the cum filled ass. While, there were on or two
rough spots, Randall offered Scott a snort or two of poppers. Scott open up
immediately.  Scott was taking a cum-fueled trip to the moon by the time
Randall was fully imbedded. This may all sound a bit mechanical and overly
organized, but Scott's ass was wide open and Jimmy and Georgy's man seed
was oozing out of his ass as Randall picked up the pace.

It was messy and erotic, exciting me. I had to go to the bathroom.  Georgy
was in the shower. I joined him. I dropped the soap and bent over to get
it.  That was when I discovered the Russian had the shortest recharge time
of any man I knew. I would have stood up again if his cock had had not
already been in the dark side of my sphincter.

It was more of a rectal massage than being fucked. He helped me get up as
his cock went in deep. He was uncut, and while my sphincter gripped his
skin, his cock gently thrust deeply into me. He certainly knew the location
of my prostate, and his bulbous cock head massaged it on every third or
fourth thrust. Georgy was a master.

"You like?" he asked.

"I like it very much," I replied.

"My sperm spurts like fire hose. It tickles ass. You like that?" he asked.

"I would like that a lot!" I said. we left the shower and rejoined the men
in the bedroom. Somehow I was soon on the bed in the sixty-nine position
with Scott. Randal fucked him as Georgy fucked me. It may sound strange,
but Georgy was a graceful fucker. He and Randall coordinated their thrusts
and it was beautiful. Each time Randall would thrust into Scott, Scott
would ooze some precum. As I ate the ooze, Georgy would thrust into me.

I could taste Scott becoming more excited. I took me a little longer to
realize I was in the same condition. I was awash in sexual stimulation,
Scott sucked me. I tasted his rich sex juices as a I watched Randall's
oversized tool plunge deep into deep into his body. Georgy was fucking me
and Scott moaned every time Georgy went deep. The four of us slipped into a
sexual frenzy; I couldn't tell who was the most excited.

I knew how it would end, but couldn't tell who was the furthest advanced in
the path to an orgasm. I didn't want to be the one to make it end; I tried
to hold back. Suddenly, Randal stopped thrusting and began to shiver and
twitch. A second later Scott drained the entire contents of his ball into
my mouth.

I relaxed for a split second and lost the battle to hold back. Scott took
my load with enthusiasm and I felt a tickling sensation in my ass. I was
enveloped in an orgasmic glow and became oddly mellow, completely
satisfied. The group broke up an I slept soundly still savoring the
multiple climaxes.

The next Saturday we had a problem. The Charlottesville police called.
Several of our bears had gone into town and were drunk. They were stopped
before they tried to drive back. I went to Charlottesville with Randall.
He drove them back and I followed. They were good drunks, friendly and not
nasty or violent. Behind the wheel of a car, they were dangerous.

I didn't know what to do. They were employees of the ballet, not kids in
school. We couldn't send them home to Mom and Dad.

Randall and Del Mar came up with a solution. Given the character of the two
men, the solution involved sex. They lived in adjoining cottages that had
been connected at some point to make a deluxe unit. They decided to have a
Saturday night party. They would have beer and conversation in Del Mar's
cottage and other activities in Randall's side of the double cottages. Del
Mar thought that the temptations to drink beer would be over whelmed by the
urge to get off. Both men were well endowed, but Del Mar liked the bottom
too. The word among the dancers was that Del Mar was "friendly."

Randall also thought the Corp de Ballet would be helped if the men were
closer. The cottage arrangement of the camp was good for privacy and
quiet. Some men went to the rehearsals and meals and then went to their
rooms. The dancers didn't often meet the support crew. Randall thought more
social interaction would be good.

The first party was a success. I was one of the first to arrive. Randall
and Del Mar were naked when they greeted me. They were both well-equipped
and had cock rings that emphasized their cock.  I stripped and then met
some of the crew I didn't know well. Bud, the light man, and Phil, the
pianist were a little nervous, but they liked the scenery. Harold and Roger
sewed, and I didn't see them much, but they had been good about fixing
damaged costumes and torn clothes. Scott came with two of the other young
men. They were a bit intimidated by Randall and talking with him socially
was good.  The men from the Charlottesville adventure came and were
relieved that no one discussed their problem.

Georgy, Jimmy and several men from the Santa group came and mixed with the
younger men. Georgy came over to me. He glanced at the costume men and
whispered to me. "Not my type, but they have big dicks," he said. "Nice
open holes too; anything goes with them. They like man seed."

Ten minutes later I wandered over to the other cottage. Randall was naked,
standing in the corner playing with his long white snake. Jimmy and Justin,
one of the young men, were watching. They didn't watch for long. After a
brief conversation, Randall went towards the bed, Justin bent over and
Randall poked his cock into the open ass.

Once there was sexual activity in the room other men seemed to sense it and
joined in. Del Mar came over to Justin and gave him advice on his
technique. He knew what Randall liked and Justin was willing to accommodate
him.

I was naked by then and Del Mar came over to me. "Have you ever seen the
movie Deep Throat?" he asked. "It inpressed me and was my teenage
inspiration." Seconds later, he demonstrated his skill with my cock. I had
been going to tell him I wasn't interested, but that was hard to do when my
entire organ in his mouth.

Georgy came in the room and the activity picked up. He was a sexual spark
plug. He had hit it off with Bud, the light man. Bud was an otter, small,
sleek and hairy. They soon were in the sixty-nine position on the floor.

The lighting was dim. As my eyes adjusted. I noticed a sling in the
corner. I went over. Scott came over. "I'd like to try that out sometime."
he whispered. "Have you been in one?"

"No," I replied. "They say it is comfortable. It is pure cock and ass. the
ass is in the prefect position for fucking."

"You are sort of defenseless. Anyone can do you," Scott remarked.

"That apparently is part of the attraction," I said. "Since you have no
choice, you can relax."

"Why don't you get in?" Scott continued. "I'll be your wingman-body guard
if it gets rough." Apparently, I was not thinking straight. I got in the
sling. Scott strapped me in; Harold and Roger lubricated me. Eventually
they used their cocks to do the deep lubricating. Roger had a short cock
and went first; Harold used his cock to push the lubricant in deeper. Both
of them injected some of their personal lube in my ass.

It was nice. Strangely, they didn't seem to fuck me; they just used their
cocks a lubricating tools. They were just being helpful. Rufus, one of the
drunk bears, was first in line for the real fucking. He had a fire plug
that gave my prostate a workout.

"I don't get in a guy as young as you are often. It is a treat," Rufus
said. "You are nice, tight and juicy." He paused. I'm going to shoot off
shortly. Do you want me to pull out of you? I know you don't have any
choice in a sling; fucking is fun, breeding is kind of intimate."

"It is oaky," I said. Rufus smiled and soon gave my prostate a sperm
bath. He was happy and I had made a friend.

Georgy came over with Bud and one of Scott's friends, Don. "Don here has
never fucked. I said, I give him lessons, okay?" Georgy asked. I nodded.

Georgy slowly eased his cock into me while giving Don a running description
in his fractured English. He quickly built up speed and unloaded. Georgy
was a dancer a dancer; his fucking was smooth and graceful. I felt him
ejaculate ten or twelve times. He pulled out. Bud took his place. Bud spent
most of his time making sure every light was in the right place. I had a
feeling he didn't top much. Actually I wasn't sure he had sex often.  He
had the looked of a big time video gamer.

Bud's cock was long and crowned with an oversized cock head. His cock head
was designed to please. The second it popped past my sphincter, Bud became
enthusiastic. He typically was laid back and seemed almost comatose.

"Damn, it's smooth as silk in there," Bud said. "Has any one unloaded in
you?"

"Three guys so far," I said.

"Did Georgy unload?" Bud asked. I nodded.

"Does that give you a little tingle?" I asked. "You are fucking with his
cum lubricating the hole." I said.

"You want more?"

"My ass is wide open, relax that slit of yours and let the cream flow," I
said.

Bud went rigid and I knew all of his energy was channeled into filling my
ass with his cream. Bud pulled out and motioned for Don to take his place.

"Are you sure he wants me to fuck him?" Don asked Georgy.

"Why else would you be in a sling?" Georgy asked. "Take your time, you are
a big boy."  A few seconds later, Don was at my ass and massaging my
sphincter. He then moved on to my prostate and beyond. It was a total
success for him. Much to my surprise, I was enjoying the sling. It was more
of a marathon than a sprint, but the varied cocks and fucking techniques
was pleasant. Some men were pounders; they quickly shot off and pulled out.
Don massaged my ass, enjoying the experience.

I was also surprised at how grateful most of the men were that I opened my
ass for them. They were experienced men, but many had not been in a young
man's ass in a while. They liked my ass and its sperm filling. I have good
muscle tone and my sphincter was tight, but with the sperm, my ass
caressed, rather than gripped their tools. Each time a cock head touched my
ass, I became excited.  The men liked that.