Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2006 08:37:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP  bear facts

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblances to real people,
alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in
nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon
persons, in towns, cities, nor governmental areas,
which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving
male-to-male relationships offences you, then you
should not read this story. Additionally, if you are
under 18 years of age, in most state and countries,
you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check
with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety
matters. This is fiction. Use protection, in real
life.

"ROAD TRIP Bear Facts"
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"By the way, um..."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry about that. Least I could do
is, introduce myself. Ron's the name," the burley bear
offered, extending his hand.

As he closed the door linking rooms, turning, I saw
his hand extended. I also commented to myself, what a
fast worker! He already had his jacket stripped, his
cuffs unbuttoned. At first glance, I had noticed his
beefy bod. Now, I picked up on the hairy forearms,
running right down to his knuckles. What, with the
white skin he had, I couldn't wait to see how much of
this dark fur took up space on his chest and stomach.

"Nice to meet you. Anthony Toricelli..."

My mind then raced in a different direction,
observation about myself; how could I be lusting over
this man? I'm `guy on top', the one who lies there and
has guys work `me' over with their tongues.

"I know. I checked."

How come the salivating juices ran within my mouth,
wanting to arouse this hairy man in front of me?

"Oh." It didn't phase me. Logical. "Which brings me to
my question. Just how did you know that..."

Ron broke me off, already knowing where this was
going.

"Think about it. Two guys checking in, guys moving
about, in and out of your room. I figured I'd go on my
own intuition, plus... well, I've had a pretty keen
sense of `gaydar', since I was a pizza delivery boy at
sixteen."

"I'm sure there's a story behind that, too?"

Right now, as I watched Ron strip down, my balls told
me to forget the facts and pay attention to the stats.
When the shirt came off, I licked my lips. Indeed, the
hotel employed a hot looking `bear'. Standing there,
well when Ron wasn't sitting, to take his pants off
each leg, he stood at about 5'10. After the shirt came
off, his belly protruded a little over his beltline. I
couldn't fully make out the insignia on the belt
buckle.

"What do you think so far, Anthony?"

I knew it to be a ploy, to break my concentration.

My train of thought quit, as I gave the `dah'
response, "What?"

"I wondered how you liked me? My body? I know I'm not
a slim guy and..."

"I enjoy guys your size."

Yet, I didn't let it be known to him that I adored
guys with tons of chest and belly fur. Ron was looking
mighty good. Another thought occured to me. As he
peeled down, my oral desires kicked in, overriding the
last coupla hours of a dominant, anal attitude. My
mouth watered, wanting to taste his pink nips, lodged
under the thick coating of black pec-hair. He stood.

"What about the... um..."

I knew what he referred to, a hand placed midchest,
gathering small bits of the elaborate layout of pec
fur, sliding down his tummy.

"Hair?"

"Um," I gulped down my overdose of saliva, then hurled
the `backatcha question, "Am I too hairy for you?"

He stood, I'm sure to rid himself of the briefs, the
only article of clothing left on.

"Guys say I look sexy in a thong, even though a guy my
size shouldn't be wearing one. Kind of ridiculous,
wouldn't you say?"

Not with the bulge consumed within! Ron began
provoking me, not in a malicious manner though. I
truly believe his intentions had been to make sure I
wasn't inhibited about the masses of black hair that
ran from shoulder to shoulder, pec to pec, fully
covering his stomach, the embedded, thicker line that
separated his belly. When he stood, it took up the
tension, enveloping his deep bellyhole in his gut,
flaunting the deep bellyhole, amassed with the same
fur.

"Too hairy?"

"Hardly, Ron. More..." I tilted my head to one side,
giddy with desire, "sexy?"

He snagged me from intentions, of wanting to
tongue-fuck that hairy navel. I just know that he did,
as my attention, so obvious showed it, lifting my chin
up, staring into his brown-bear eyes.

"Whadya say?"

Hey, from the topguy point of view, I've been the same
way, well-knowing what a guy wants me, as I did with
Ethan, in the shower. It was too late for me to change
my tune.

Grinning, he walked up to me, then spoke, "See
something you like, Anthony?"

"Um," I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then
pretentiously, playing coy, replied, "what on earth do
you mean, Ron?"

By now, his belly almost touched mine.

"It wouldn't be the first time a man has
wanted.....this?"

With his fingertips, he pulled on his stomach. His
hands made an indentation in his stomach, his
bellyhole now sat up, well so I could look down, into
it.

"Y'know, Anthony, it's a good thing I can swing either
way."

"Um, how's that go?"

Like I didn't know what transpired here?

"Well," he stated, taking on a different demeanor,
this gracious attitude, from when we met, "I had
intentions of getting my licks when I came in here,
but I can see there's somebody more needy than
myself...and, being I'm not at all a greedy man, I'm
willing to share."

He didn't have to say another word. I knelt on one
knee. I can't explain the feeling, as I stuck out my
tongue, curved it and stuck it, bullseye, into Ron's
bellyhole.

"Yeah, work it!" The bear belched out.

Digging deeper, I imagined what it's like when a guy
tongue fucks an ass, something I've never obliged a
guy, in doing. His moans encompassed several minutes
of me working his hairy navel, tonguing a perfect
circle around the circumference, my tongue scraping
along the scratchy follicles.

"Ooooooooh... now `that's' something new to me!"

I've always picture doing this to a guy... any guy,
hairy or smooth... guy's navels turned me on. Not
having the opportunity, only the visions dancing like
sugarplums in my head, I went for it, now that the
chance presented itself.

"Ooooooh yeah, Anthony," Ron groaned in ecstasy.

For myself, sucking my hard shaft would promote the
sounds bellowing from Ron's diaphragm. However, he
illicited the same exact pleasure, with me taking the
little bits of skin, surrounding his hairy bellyhole,
biting at it. Not enough to break the skin, but just
keen amounts to provoke pleasure, my teeth bit down,
pulled away, then allowed to leave my grip.

"More....more!" Ron coaxed me on.

I might have tired of doing it, but he couldn't get
enough of it. I returned to digging my tongue down
into his deep gut hole, tasting the pungy flavor,
licked over it. He wasn't the only one getting
pleasured. The giver got a massive hard on, as well!
Then a natural, `ooooooooh' was heard, Ron dropping
his chin to his chest, looking down at me.

"Why'd ya stop?"

All I did was lift my own hard 9.5c up and he could
see the reasoning.

"I need some relief?" I spelled out to him.

"Oh man, Tony. I've never had anybody turn me on like
that, ever!"

As I got up, the message came in loud and clear, to
Ron. Like he said, he swings both ways and right now,
he was swinging his ass over the edge of the bed. My
precum was enough lube, to drive the point of my stiff
wood home. He laughed. I wondered if the tip tickled
his butt.

"This is the beauty of swinging both ways...and, I've
got a nice tight one!"

Right away, I thought how I'm going to need a lot of
grease, to get my poker beyond the hairy buildup in
his crevice. My mind shot back to Alvin, humped over
the pallet of rice. Not as hairy, but still a nice
amount, it took a coupla finger-fulls of veggie fat to
grease up his puckerhole.

"Hee heee....don't worry Anthony. I'll grease your
pole up til it's nice and slick!"

How did Ron know all these answers, to questions I
thought about?

"Hi! Can I come in?"

Along with the soft knock, the slight opening of the
door, Roberto's head poked in.

Almost ready to take in his cock head, I looked up,
asking, "Um, just looking at it." Then, faking it, not
wanting him to know, I say to Ron, "nice looking."

He played along, saying, "You think?"

"Yeah."

Letting himself in, my lover states, "You two aren't
fooling me one bit, however...."

At the foot of the bed, he taps me on the side of the
shoulder, giving me the hint to move aside.

"I love bears! C'mon... move, Anthony. Let me show,
`teddy' here what it feels like to get an excellent
blow job!"

Man, I must've really sunk low on the totem pole.
First, seduced by Ron and now my love, pushing me
aside.I stood there, watching Ron turn over on his
side. My love's smile coaxed him over, the rest of the
way, til he lay flat on his back. Roberto opened his
mouth, going down on his hard shaft.

"Shit!" Ron said, doing half a sit up, propping
himself up on his elbows. "Damn! He's taking the whole
thing down!"

His jaw hung open, the whites of his eyes showing, in
amazement, as Roberto swallowed him down. I doubt Ron
could boast for my equivalence, 9.5c, but he sure as
hell beat me out of the width. I swore, it looked as
if Roberto's mouth would be ripped at the seams.

"Are you alright?" I cared to ask.

He mumbled something. I assumed it meant `okay', since
Roberto didn't reverse the process. When I turned from
my love, still encasing his sausage, I noticed Ron's
mouth still gaped, open. I decided to fill it.

"OOooooooomphhhhhhhhh!"

Air exhaled from him immediately, as my ass plopped
down on his hairy belly.

"Looking for something?" I asked.

Literally, I was back on `top', in mind, body and
spirit, blocking his vision. I smiled when he stare at
my hard shaft, hanging over my bed of big balls, all
replenished for a vigorous suckjob.I pulled out. As I
had behaved before, with his hairy bellyhole, I could
sense Ron licking his lips, yearning to have my
sausage back on his palate, after I pulled out.

"Ready?"

Like Ron had a choice, as my thighs boxed in his arms
at his sides, as my shaft dove in, for the second
time. Fake out! What a torturer I can be!

"Oooooh," he whined, his mouth disappointed.
"Joke-ster!" He accused me of.

Before he would be getting his second taste of me, I
saw another choice opportunity await me. Reaching out,
I intentionally pawed up his pec-fur, until my
fingertips detected two swollen mounds, lying on the
eastern and western peaks.

"Look's like these are no stranger to being strangled,
eh Ron?"

He pleaded, "Nooooooooooooo," even though I knew the
reality to mean `I want it - I want it'!

He couldn't get the words out. Only moans, as I
squeezed his nips.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhoooooohfuck!"

>From behind my ass, I heard a `pop', `slurp', then my
love's voice, "Whatever you did, Anthony, keep doing
it. His cock it twitching like hell!"

I stopped.

Looking straight into my captive bear's eyes, I
teased, "Hate it do you?"

Playing along, Ron pleads, "Yeah. Hurts too much.
Please... I beg of you.. stop?"

After a fraction of a second's pause, his lips
upturned in a faint smile. I squeezed again, this time
twisting both nips `around the clock', squeezing the
life out of his thick nubs.

"Ooooooooooooooh ooooooh ohhhhhheeell yeah!"

After a couple of minutes of tormenting his nips,
squeezing with fingers and thumbs, twisting, squeezing
again, applying nails, mashing, pulling on them, I
figured his nips had a good workout. Or workover? I
also sensed something else. Precum had dribbled out of
my slit, down my globes and a few beads dripped
through his chest fur, adhering to his skin. Letting
be, I placed my hands on his shoulders and brought my
cock to his lips. Automatically he opened. Leaning
forwards, pushing up on my knees, my shaft slipped
between his lips. It felt so fuckin' hot, to have his
tongue wing it, around my hard cock, swirling the
juices around it's girth. I smiled, when I sensed
Roberto repositioning himself. Only guessing, my
assumptions seemed correct, as I felt hands on my
asscheeks. Next, a tongue slid into my ass crevice.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh... feels so nice my love!"

"It's not Roberto!"

I heard a giggle, foreign to my ears.

Ron whimpered, as I sat up, pulling my hot rod out.

"Randy?"

Ethan answered for him, excitedly saying, "Yeah. He'll
do anything I tell him! Kewl, huh?"

I could only think of my dominant friends and my own
hand at `mastership'.

"Um, Tony?"

`Geesh', I said to myself, then outloud, "I haven't
been called that since high school!"

I did recall Ron calling me the abbreviated verson of
`Anthony' before, but when the rapture of pleasure has
you in it's grip, tendencies to make a correlation,
wane.

"Do you prefer Anthony?"

Sinfully, I said, "What I prefer is your talented
tongue back on my cock!"

Ron didn't object. It had been his goal all along. It
wasn't long before Ethan relaxed on the bed next to
Ron.

"Wow!"

"What?" I asked Ethan.

He was asking Ron.

"I never knew you were this hairy, Ron."

Of course Ron couldn't talk.

"Turns you on, does it?" I asked Ethan.

"He has kind of a lot. Nah. I'll settle for what Randy
has to offer."

"You like him, eh?"

"Yeah and he likes me, too. Hey, Randy?"

"What?"

"Get over here and work my body."

"Sure. No problem." Politely, Randy offers, "Thanks
for letting me tongue your ass, Tony."

"You're welcome, Randy. Anytime!"

I then realized I had never properly introduced myself
to Randy. Ron's nick for me, stuck. He smiled, walking
doggie style up the bed.

"What's your pleasure?" Randy asks Ethan.

I could tell some other type of bonding has taken
place since I ordered Randy into bed with Ethan and
Roberto. My guess proved true, when Ethan reached up,
cupped his hand behind Randy's head and brought their
lips together, even though Ethan's hard shaft begged
for lip action. Randy's blond fur melded with Ethan's
almost smooth chest. Seeing the two there, made
something click in my own mind. Ron was dealt a
double, negative whammy. Turning around, swiping my
meat from his pleasuring, I found Roberto, sitting on
his knees, looking at the two, then glancing to me. We
locked eyes.

"I didn't get to take your load, Anthony."

"I know," I shot back with.

The more I looked upon him, the more I wanted more
than casual sex. The whole time, Ron lay there,
keeping his comments to himself. I imagined he was
going through a private hell, his cock half sucked,
his mouth unplugged.

"Go ahead Tony."

"But," I threw my attention back in his direction.

"You two go and have your fun."

"I'm sorry, Ron."

Randy and Ethan payed us no mind. We stood there,
watching the bear, splayed out on the bed, as the
other two lip-locked, their bodies mashed together,
oblivious to us.

"Don't be. I'll just dial up room service!"

He reached over and picked up the phone, dialing four
digits. We waited, curious, as I moved over, behind my
love, rubbing his shoulders.

"Whatcha doing, Dat? Busy?" Ron began, sweet as pie.
Then, as if Dr. Jekyll met Mr. Hyde, he slashes into
Dat, "I don't fuckin' care what you're doing. Get your
fuckin' ass up to 202 and now!"

Enough to wake the dead, Randy and Ethan broke off
their steamy love making, still holding each other,
but faces watching Ron, as he held the receiver in his
hand. As quickly as he got uptight, he mellowed out,
grinning.

I ventured to inquire, "Is that Dat, the Asian guy?"

"Only one like him. Why?"

"Nothing," I lied.

Leading Roberto back into 204, I purposely left the
door ajar.

"Looks like Dat had some secrets he protected, huh?"

"Sure does look that way."

"See, Anthony, you could have kept going with him.
Like Miguel would do, breaking the guy."

"Suppose I could have."

This could have turned into a fully developed
conversation, but my longing was for my love. When I
lay down, he went for my cock, but I detoured him to
my lips.

Short-lived, out of Roberto's lips came, "Anthony,
I've never said this to any guy before."

"I've got bad breath?"

"No, I've said that before."

"Oh."

"Anthony, I... damn it, I love you!"

"Really? I never would have guessed!"

Smiling, my hand brought him in for an extended
liplock.

Simultaneously, we stopped when we heard, "What the
fuck took you?" bellow out from 202.

"I came as quick as I could!"

It was Dat's voice!

"Don't you give me any of your sass, boy!"

At the sound of the command, two sets of feet begin to
tiptoe into the room.

"We just got kicked out of the bed!" Randy states.

Approaching our bed, Ethan and Randy look at us,
plastered in the middle of the bed. It didn't take a
rocket scientist to figure out they are `bedless'.

As we scooted over, the pair throwing us a lite `thank
you', Randy states, "Man is Dat gonna get it!"

"Want to enlightened us, Randy?" I asked, knowing
Roberto as well was curious.

The pair never got to lie down. Like a powwow of
chiefs, the four of us took up corners of the bed. My
hand lay in my lap. What can I say? My love had
already ignited the wick!

"Well, it all started back in college."

"Where you two met, I presume?"

"Um, sort of. I was on spring break, with my buds from
Dartmouth and..."

"Prestigious. What are you doing, working in a hotel?"

"Um, long story," Randy informed us, shortening it to,
"gay son tells parents - parents shocked," then
whistling, his hand diving downhill, "tuition goes
kaput, so here I am?"

I felt sincerely bad for the guy. It's not like I
haven't heard stories like that, circling at my own
college. I almost voiced my opinion about the furlough
they gave me, needing to be back after this weekend.

Roberto asks, "So, they kicked your ass out?"

"My dad did. Mom was more understanding."

"Usually moms are," Ethan stated.

We knew Ethan had a story to tell too, by his
response, but one at a time for now. Continuing their
bonding, Randy reaches for Ethan's hand, clasping it.

"So," Randy continues, his hand rubbing his blond pec,
then sliding down to his stomach, "I packed my bags
that night. Mom wrote me a check from her personal
account. I questioned her about dad finding out. She
said it's just another shopping trip. Of course she
was being facetious, covering for me. Since then, I
get a check about every month, always a different
figure, so she can disguise it as a new outfit." Then,
with a sad sack face, "But my expenses eat most of it
up."

Three of us sat there, not saying anything, caught up
in the fourth's predicament, until we heard this loud
and I mean loud slapping noise, followed by a yelp of
pain.

"What the fuck's happening in there?"

I went to get up, but my lover put his hand on my
chest, stopping me.

"Hold on, amigo!"

His message rang out clear, by his use of the hispanic
term of friendship. Same one often utilized by his
`notorious' brother.

"You think that's how it goes in there?"

"Of course."

Ethan and Randy looked at us, inquisitive as to what
we gabbed about.

"Want to fill us in?" Ethan asks.

However, it's Randy who bewildered us all with, "It's
not the first time Ron has played this game with Dat."

"Game?" Ethan questioned. "What do you mean `game'?
Dat's in there, apparently getting the shit kicked out
of him and you're calling it a game?"

"I don't think the shit," my love replied.

I had to giggle, the way he said it.

"I don't get it."

"Apparently."

He turned back to Randy for an explanation, but it's
Roberto who seized the moment.

"Show him, Anthony."

"You're into that stuff, too?" Randy asks me.

"No!" I was quick to reply.

Like all the other times, I rolled my eyes. There, my
love had slid off the bed and retrieved my belt from
my slacks. Worse than a kid wanting candy, he stood
there, his eyes begging. I stood, to stand up to him.

"No fuckin' way!" Randy exclaimed.

Looking down the two inches, upon my lover, I
contested his intentions.

"Can I try?"

All of us got blown away by Ethan, this grin on his
face, asking.

"Cool! Yeah, man!"

I stood to my guns, "No!"

"C'mon Anthony, please?"

Running out of patience, I stood there, my hands on my
hips, foot tapping away an unknown rhythm.

"Pretty please?"

"One," I gave in.

"One is better than none, I suppose."

He held the belt out to me, but Ethan took it.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, young man?"
I questioned the eighteen year old, as if one of my
frat wrestlers, trying to pull a fast one over on me.

"Um, I didn't think you wanted to do it," Ethan
replied.

Provoking the hand, my love states, "He doesn't.
C'mon, Ethan. Give me a nice hard one," he pointed to
his own ass, as he bent over the bed, "right across
here."

I got a little pissed. No, more than pissed. How
dareth he do my bigging for me! It especially hit
home, in front of Randy and Ethan?

"Give me that thing!"

Not waiting for Ethan to surrender it to me, I stole
the leather belt out of his hand.

As he stepped aside, a bit of disappointment on his
face, Randy asks, "Um, you can whip my butt if you
want to, Ethan?"

His head turned to Randy, a smile appearing on his
face.

"Really?"

"Sure!"

Randy shrugs his shoulders, as Ethan goes for Randy's
pants.

"Oooh!"

The little dud response came from Roberto's lips,
along with, "I knew you couldn't do it. Ethan, will
show Anthony how...akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!
Oooooooooooooh shiiiiiiiiiit!"

There, I did it. But I wasn't proud of myself, as my
loverman arched his back, squinted, as he cried out in
pain. Falling to the bed, I nuzzled up to his ear.

"There... there," I tried calming him, rubbing my hand
over the red welt that crossed his buns.

"You... you did it... good, Anthony...."

`Can't win!' is the attitude I sought after. My hopes
had been, if I swung the belt hard enough, it would
cause him to give up his quest. But, no such luck. In
fact, it made matters worse. Not only am I now, his
loving lover, but his sadistic hero!

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

Double jeopardy!

"Oh shit, I'm sorry Anthony!"

Swinging Randy's belt, across Randy's ass, traveled
over Randy's ass and half caressing my left ass cheek,
as I lay there with my lover.

"Enough of this," I sprung up, taking the belt from
Ethan.

"Anthony, I never intended to..."

I knew his intentions. It was an accident.

"Listen, if you want to play your little sadistic
roleplaying games," I opened the adjoining door to
202, "then go in there and..."

I know it looked like my eyes were popping out of
their sockets, my jaw dropping open, as I gazed into
the room. There, Dat lay, stretched out eagle-spread,
tied to the bed with sheets, bound by wrists and
ankles. There, the bear sat, below the Asian's pubes,
stroking both their cocks, with his humongous hand. In
the other hand, he held a belt, playing it over Dat's
lily white chest, marred with red lines and a crimson
tan.

"Oh shit! Will ya look at that?"

Three bodies met me at the door.

"C'mon in," Ron called out, "and join the fun!"

"Oh shit," Dat called out softly.

He paid the price for speaking, feeling the belt slice
across his chest.

"That is sooooooo hot," Ethan replied, brushing by me,
as he became the first of us to enter.

"I'll say," My lover followed.

Randy just stroked, as he walked past me. It was then
I became aware of my hardness, but beyond that, the
string of goo draining out of my own shaft.

"Well, I never even could have guessed," Ethan further
said, as his knees knocked against the edge of the
bed.

Ron answered his silent question, "Yeah. He puts on a
good show, doesn't he Ethan?"

"He's not the only one, Ron."

Sort of blushing, Ron agreed with how the hotel staff
could depict the scene. For myself, upon first meeting
Ron, pictured him as mild mannered as Clark Kent,
however I could see Ethan's point. Now, this big teddy
bear `ogre' called the shots and seemed damn good at
acting the part.

"C'mon Tony. Come over here and try it. You'll love
it!"

"Me?" I pointed to myself.

Of course, my decision, wanting to follow through,
impinged on how my lover reacted. Like usual, he gave
me the go ahead. Tit for tat, I reasoned. He got the
stripe he wanted, across his ass, so it was payback
time!

"Sure."

Right away, as I contemplated straddling Dat, his face
told me he wasn't too keen on me taking Ron's place.
`This is going to be sooooo hot!' I thought. Not
totally a sexual feeling, my memory shot back to
before, when Dat lay on the floor of 204, not wanting
to give in an inch to my satisfaction. I think part of
my euphoria rested on the humiliation, showing on his
face and in his temperament. Finally, his mental dam
broke.

"Get your fuckin' ass off me!"

On the other hand, Ron's humiliation, his feelings,
from his head right down to his balls, evoked a
feeling of pleasure, in Dat's painful moments,
mentally.

"Get offa me, you pig!"

I begged to differ. I weighed a lot less than Ron, as
I swung my leg over his body, sitting with my
endowment piling on top of his. I mean, the guy wasn't
at all measly, in the meat department, either.

"Tony, let me give you a tip on how to handle this
boy's attitude."

He already held the discipline tool in his hand.

"No, I'm sorry, okay?" Dat pleaded, not to me, but
Ron.

Didn't matter. I don't know if it had been a real plea
or ploy.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Dat screamed
out.

"Oh shit!" Rang out from the audience.

I'm not a heavyweight, but no lightweight either. I
got a real bronco ride out of that, as Ron lifted the
belt over his head and really pounded it across Dat's
chest.

"Oh shit, will you look at that!"

Comments like that one, divided amounst us four
onlookers. Ethan leaned in and felt the dark red line,
clear across Dat's chest, running right over both
nips.

"Was that on purpose?" I asked Ron.

"What?"

"The belt going over his nips?"

"Yeah," he actually laughed, "Too bad his chest isn't
a pinball machine, eh?"

"I can see he's not entirely unhappy about it either."

Even though Dat breathed fast and loud, he gasped in
pleasure, over his pain, as I stroked his cock, from
the bushy base to head. A robust amount of goo came
out the slit.

"I saw it first!"

"That's what you think!"

I giggled, watching my love and Randy, race to Dat's
pubic region, each hoping to win the prize my hand
held.

"Greedy sort, aren't they?" Ron asked me.

There wasn't any room for me on the bed, so I made my
exit, dismounting.

"Um, can I hold that?" Ethan hinted Ron.

Winking, he agreed, "Yeah, pace the action though,
okay?"

"I know how it works."

We all kind of looked at Ethan.

"Wolf in sheep's clothing," I mocked, regarding his
change in attitude from when we first met.

Randy and my love savored Dat's meat, Randy wetting
down the black, pubic bush. Ethan provoked Dat's lips.


Ron says to me, "Oh, is Dat in for some heavy
punishment, I can tell you!"

"Oh?"

Ron filled me in, "Notice the tight lips, when Ethan
offers him his meat?"

I had to admit, my mind was on the two cock'n'ball
worshippers. As Ron mentioned Ethan's 8c, knocking at
Dat's door, I took in the scene, the leather belt in
Ethan's hand, the `door knocker'. At first he tapped
on Dat's chest softly, but soon raised the threat
level.

"Looks like they're having fun. How about us, Tony?
Um," he reached down between my legs, taking my big,
churning balls in his hand, "have you had these
emptied yet?"

"Not yet," I gave him the belated hint.

"Not much room left in this bed. How about 204?"

Seeing my lover, totally happy with licking up one
side of Dat's 9c, Randy trying to keep synchronized, I
resorted to getting psyched up again. `Cool!' I was
going to have my bear action, my responsive gaze upon
the furry creature next to me.

As we entered 204, via the adjoining door, Ron closed
out the slurping sounds, the sound of an indignant
Asian, the sound of something slapping against Dat's
chest, the moans, be it pleasures and pain.

"Well, you really set me back a peg or two, Ron."

"Oh? In what way?" Ron questioned, as he re-made the
bed covers.

I scratched my head, as if it made me think, replying,
"With Dat. The way he acted in here, going against the
grain, rebuking every word I said, I..."

"It's all psychological, Tony."

"Well, I guessed that, not that I understand it all."

Ron proceeded to tell me.

"Okay, here's how it goes."

Before he poured out his story, he patted the pillow
next to where his butt was parked, hinting me to join
him.

"You make a nice bed, Ron."

"Thanks. In a minute I'll show you how to mess it up!"

I didn't doubt that for one minute. But for now, I did
have mixed feelings, sexuallly, a curiosity over how
Ron's and Dat's `relationship' came to be.

"You see, Tony," Ron crossed his arms in front of
himself, gazing into nowhere, as he filled me in. He
then paused, asking, "How much do you want to hear?"

"As much as you want to tell me. Um, not leaving out
any of the `exciting parts'?"

Unfolding his hairy arms, Ron reached down, running
his hand flat, over my shaft, pushing it down into my
pubes.

"Wouldn't want this to go flat!"

"Oh, I'm sure you have the expertise, to keep that
from happening," my shrewdness kicked in.

Our foreplay, enough said about the state of my
throbbing cock, wanting to hear, as well as being
felt, made Ron lose his upright position. No place
else to go, my arm wound around his hairy shoulder, my
hand rubbing up and down his hairy forearm, lying
there as if lovers, his hand still playing with his
private toy.

"Well, getting back to my story," he coughed, "ahem!"

Pause.

Continuing, "I quite by accident `fell' into this sort
of play with Dat."

His hand movement about my hairy pubes quieted down,
as his voice beckoned forth, "Happened one day, about
six months ago."

My mind drew a visual picture, as he spelled out, "In
the elevator, the two of us hauled up quite a bit of
luggage from a wealthy businessman. It's quite simple
how it started out. Dat controlled the bags on the
cart and I took hold of one single piece, which I
believed contained the CEO's laptop. When he handed it
to me, he warned, `Guard it with your life'!"

We both got a small giggle from the statement, as if a
joke.

"When the elevator started, it's upwards motion,
dislodged a small object, which fell out of the pocket
of the laptop case. I bent down to pick it up. Lo and
behold," Ron signaled with his hand, "one of the
satchels from the cart falls off and `pow!'" Ron's
hand slaps me on the stomach, which felt kind of nice,
"I get it right on the head!"

My devious mind thought, `which one', but then I payed
attention, putting aside my mindful pleasure.

"Well, I lost all control, which is quite unusual.
Maybe my agressive side kicked in, when I heard Dat
emit, `Sorry sir!' My head didn't hurt, as my balls
began churning. I stood up, looked at him and
complained, `you fuckin' idiot!'"

As Ron poured out his story, I pictured this nineteen
year old guy, in the elevator, scared shit, obviously
pretending to be, taking a tongue-lashing from this
bear.

"Something poured forth, possibly a feeling pent up
for ages, sensing me as possibly `the one'," he
clutched his own chest, then returned his hand, this
time, not directly to my stomach, but lower, his
finger just above my navel, "and said, as I realized
almost immediately, hinting, `I'm terribly sorry sir.
I deserve whatever punishment you feel I deserve!',"
he told me, as if a revelation, "I began bellowing
out, as if something long ago made me repress
feelings."

As if a shrink, I asked, "Is there something in your
past... none of my business, I...."

"Well there is and that's a whole new can of worms."

"I've got all," `day' I was gonna say, til I glanced
quickly at the digital readout on the night table. It
read eleven a.m. "Continue," I coaxed him on, we my
free, right hand, letting it fall across my own chest,
over my left pec.

"Where was I? Oh yes, so something deep inside, as if
locked away for ages, surfaced. Now, I'm not talking
here, a true, real life emotion..."

I knew what he meant.

"Roleplaying like?"

"Yeah, that's it. Anyway," he broke forth new ground,
"I tore into him, provoking him, seeing how far I
would get, saying things like, `Wait til I get you
home, boy. I'm gonna give you the whipping of your
life!'"

There was a pause. At this point, I could have guessed
Dat's response.

Instead, Ron filled me in, mimicing, in a fearful,
boyish manner, "Oh please daddy, don't hurt me. I'll
be a good boy!"

"Dad?" I questioned.

"It's as if things he had bottled up in his head,
popped out. He began begging me, `Please daddy, don't
whip me! I'll be good!' But you know what Tony?"

"What?"

Of course my inquiring mind wanted to know. Like a
full blown drama, he had built me up to this, a key
plot in his mind, to provoke him into pouring out his
heart. Why would I want the subject dropped? I wanted
to know the conclusion, why an onery teen like Dat,
morphed from an alpha male, into wimp status.

"He wanted. Wanted it bad. Real bad. And know what
else?"

"What?"

"I wanted to give it to him."

Another pat, on my striped stomach came, this time,
his hand coming down lower, right over the hair that
swirled around my bellyhole.

"I had such an urge to `want' to whip this kid!"

"So?"

I still remained conscious of his hand lingering over
my navel, wondering if his finger was going to dip
into it. As he and Dat wanted to play out their
fantasy, I wanted Ron to be inside my navel. My cock
begged entry. Placing my index finger, on his index
finger, I nudged it in.

"You like that too, huh?"

My smile delivered the punch line.

He continued, as if no interruption, "We delivered the
luggage to the CEO's room. I remembered him, the
businessman, saying he was going to catch a bite to
eat."

I summised, "So, you found a place to `hang out'?"

"Smart, Tony. Yeah."

My emphasis on thinking, switched to my lower half,
navel and crotch, when Ron fell back, plucked his
digit out of my stomach recess. Widening my caress,
his back fell to the bed, as if straightening out his
bod would increase his mental capacities.

"From then on, I was his daddy bear."

As if totally disregarding our sexual togetherness, he
put his hands behind his head, stare upwards at the
ceiling, like the day of the incident, played in a
rerun on the ceiling.

"I felt so hot being the center of his universe."

Weird that I turned my head, actually keeping from
getting bopped the side of the face by his elbow,
returning my head to his arm, my nose picking of the
scent of his musky pit, the tuft of dark hair, my
mouth salivating.

"Anything I told him.... you listening Tony?"

"Yeah, I'm still with you, Ron."

He concentrated once more on the screen above, as my
partial attention stuck with him.

"Telling him to lose the jacket, the tie, I had no
flack from Dat, as I unbuttoned his shirt. Tell ya, my
balls churned like hell, as I, this thirty-five year
old, began pulling apart the wardrobe of this teen,
dismantling not only the material fiber, but his
mental facilities. You follow me?"

"Sure am, Ron!" I replied, engetically.

The ceiling not only became alive for Ron. With my
senses taking in his bear scents, my hand, the one not
pinned against his bear flank, caressing a handful of
his bear fur, dug deep into the daydream, picturing
him stripping down this Asian teen. Drawing from my
own encounter, I pictured the almost smooth teen, the
shirt revealing his flat chest, with the two
dime-sized medallions pinned to it, as Ron separated
the white fabric, down his taut stomach, the thin
navel, the dark stripe of hair leading into his
pants....

"I could tell he wanted it real bad. Well," he
relaxed, as if drawing a quick close to his story, "I
stripped him down, ordered him to strip me, we
utilized the free accomodations and he accomodated me.
What do you think?"

"That's it?"

"Well, I didn't do anything much different than what
you already saw."

"Oh."

"Except..."

He had my curiosity peaking again. My cock was primed
ages ago, but my mind ran on.

"Leaving out hot details on me, eh `daddy bear'?"

"Hmmm... do I sense..."

"Um, don't read into that too much, Ron."

Again, I began tossing the feelings back and forth.
Here I lay with this 5'10" bear, my nose trying to
decide whether my tongue should take a lick of his
pit, my hand pawing his black fur, but then my balls
churning, not sure it wanted him to get his tongue on
me.

He backed away slightly, giving me a strange look, the
kind that baffles people, replying, "I'm getting mixed
reactions here, Tony."

"You're not the only one," I honestly replied.

"Well, I'm don't know how long the boys are going to
be at it, in there," he nodded. "Don't you think we
should find out?"

I didn't stare into his eyes, feeling what transpired
between Roberto and myself. However, something mutual
struck my psychic capacities, a connection of some
sorts. My head slid along his meaty bicep, past the
aroma of his manpit, my lips firming up, eyes closing.
Our lips met. From there, our bodies entwined. The
friendly kiss lasted seconds.

"Tony, I....."

We stare at each other, as if Ron was trying to make
up his mind. I sensed something of the sort, as well,
only my mind was made up. I hope he picked the
opposite reaction, even though verbally I hadn't let
on. Well, let's just leave it at, I would take up the
slack, the `other' position, based on whatever he
chose.

I smiled, my whole body feeling the impending
excitement, as Ron slipped out of the grips of my
arms, saying a simple, "Just lay back and enjoy it
Tony."

Falling to my back, I assumed the position. The one of
the topguy, as we mentally read each other's thoughts.
As Ron got up to his knees, his palms flattening
against the bed sheets, his beefy, hairy bod hovering
over mine, then his goateed mouth going down on my
lightly haired chest, licking at the center, to the
right, to find my pleasure spot, licking over nip and
fur, his tonguing the nub, toying with it, teething it
to my total, audible pleasure, my body melting into
the comfort of the mattress.

"Oooooooh," I sighed with such wonderful pleasure, as
he tasted me.

The bear grunted, knowing, with his mouth on each zone
of body hair and flesh, creating immense amounts of
teasing pleasure. My arching back, signaled the
pleasing torture.

"Now to get even!" he joked.

His hand could've read my mind before, unconsciously,
as he told his daddy bear story. Right now, his
tongue, like mine did to him, got it's sweet revenge,
diving into my bellyhole.

I wondered who controlled whom at this point, when he
stopped wetting down the depression in my gut,
giggling, saying, "I've got you where I want you now,
Tony!"

Indeed he did, as his hand probably detected what I
felt, the throbbing in my cock as he wickedly bit the
skin around my navel. I wondered if my back, turning
inside up, smothered his nose in my stomach, as his
teeth and wet mouth drove me insane. Keen on emotions,
he must've sensed I was coming close. Still the loss
of control played into keying up my hot zone. His
tongue slalomed down my bellyhole strip, into the
pubic snowbank, without handling my meat, right up the
shaft, to the tip. I was in physical and mental
ecstasy, as the tip of his oral tool made headway,
around the edge, taking a brief dig into the slit. Not
as skilled as my lover, his big gulp came just in
time. Later, he accused me of intentionally trying to
drown him, my hands holding his head on my shaft,
trying to force my 9.5c sex pistol down his throat.
Yet, I didn't hear him complain when rope after rope
of my sweet honet shot down into his bear tummy!

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more ROADS to travel..........

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Other sTories, from-me-to-you, for your reading
pleasure:
`Nature Walk'
/nifty/gay/adult-youth/nature-walk/
`Stripes'
/nifty/gay/adult-youth/stripes/
`The Tidelight Zone'
/nifty/gay/adult-friends/tidelight-zone/
`Buffalo Boys'
/nifty/gay/authoritarian/buffalo-boys/
`Muscle Jocks For Domination'
/nifty/gay/authoritarian/muscle-jocks-for-domination/
`Chronicles Of Mark Sassoon'
/nifty/gay/authoritarian/chronicles-of-mark-sasson/

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