Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2015 18:36:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Robert Furlong <robert.furlong@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Mankini Bearcub Part 1

MANKINI BEARCUB PART 1
by Robert Furlong
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A couple of months ago a lad called James I know at work pulled me to one
side to show me something on his phone.  I knew it was going to be a
piss-take the way his mates were all sniggering and throwing glances at
each other and it turned out it was the stupid mankini video which my
missus had uploaded onto YouTube.

Maybe you've seen it: it was my 'Ice Bucket Challenge' filmed in August in
our back garden.  I'm there wearing the lime green mankini someone had
bought me a few years earlier as a joke Christmas present, with my big beer
gut sticking out and the kids getting the giggles.  At the start of the
video, I stand there like a total knobhead saying my nominations before
Paula climbs up on the little fold-out step-ladder behind me and pours a
bucket of water with a few ice cubes in it over my head.

My wincing and gasping should have been the end of it but the force of the
water pulled the mankini down.  For a couple of seconds you can see my
titchy little dick and pathetic-looking nuts before I realise how exposed I
am and quickly turn my back to the camera.  That was probably the worst
thing I could have done, because I end up showing off my big flabby arse
until our oldest kid – Kieran – who was filming us starts laughing so
much that the picture becomes blurred and shaky.

Anyway, I said to James, "Yeah, I've seen that loadsa times, mate."

But he just shrugged and was like, "Not this version, Bazza."

"How's this one different then?" I asked, wondering if one of the sneaky
fuckers had re-edited it to zoom right in on my nads to make it even more
obvious to all the sniggering gits how little I've got going on down there.

"It's the same video," James assured me, "just on a different website."

And that's when the first of his dorky mates couldn't help but blurt out a
muffled guffaw, which quickly set the others off.

I looked at the website: something about 'bearcubs'.  What the fuck was
this?

"I don't get it," I said.  "What's a bearcub?"

"It's a gay thing," James said totally straight-faced, while his mates were
trying their best to cover their mouths as they spluttered and snorted even
though it was obvious they were laughing at me.

"A gay thing?  What d'ya mean?"

James would only say, "Take a look at the comments, Bazza."

He passed me his phone and I scrolled down to see what the video's viewers
had written.

The first was from someone called toplad-82.  I figured from what James had
said that he must be some gay fella.

Stupidly I read his comment out loud: "Lovin this guy's big wobbly ass.
Wanna rim it so bad."

That made the fuckwit mates laugh out loud.

"What's he mean he wants to rim my arse?  How's that work then?"

Without so much as allowing himself a smirk, James told me, "He wants to
lick your shitter, Bazza.  Right between the cheeks."

I just stared at him.  I couldn't believe it.  Did gay blokes really do
stuff like that to each other's' butts?

"This is a fuckin' wind-up, James," I said.  "There's no way this is
level."

"It's a real website," he assured me sincerely.  "Just think, Bazza -
there's a fella out there who wants you to sit on his face!"

"What, no shit?"

"That'd be between you and him, mate," James said without even the
slightest amusement while his mates were falling about behind him.

I looked back at the phone and scrolled further down the comments.  Most
were just like, "So fuckin hot!" and, "Well horny!" but some bloke called
bodmin_boy had said, "Lovely cute cock.  Could suck that all night."

"Jesus, this fella wants to suck my willy!" I couldn't help but blurt out
and, with his mates creasing up, James grabbed the phone and found a
comment lower down.

"Look at what this bloke here wants to do to you, Bazza!"

I looked at the comment, written by todd*1991, and it read: "Most fuckable
arse I've seen on here.  Lube it up lads – I'm going in!"

"What's he mean, 'lube it up'?" I asked.  I realise now how fucktarded I
must have sounded.

James' mates were just about pissing themselves while he explained, "He
means he wants to pork your rump, Bazza."

I must have just stared at him like I hadn't a fucking clue and he went on,
totally matter-of-fact: "He wants to prize your flabby butt-cheeks apart,
smear KY around your arsehole and then give you a good fucking up it."

"This bloke wants to actually bum me?" I asked wide-eyed.

"That's right, mate.  He wants to make you his bitch."

"Fuck me!" I gasped.

"Yeah, that's the idea," James nodded.

Do you know the weirdest thing about the piss-take they'd played on me?
Well it's this: I had a raging hard-on by the end of it.  Not that anyone
could have guessed because it always gets lost among all the creases and
folds in my baggy boxer shorts.

I suppose getting turned-on by reading stuff like that is only natural
really.  It's kind of exciting to think that other people might really want
to suck your cock and lick your butt and do all sorts of sexual stuff with
you that your wife would never do in a million years no matter how drunk
she was.

I wasn't even that bothered that it was other fellas wanting to do stuff
like that to me: the important bit was that they thought I was "hot" and
"horny" and "well fit" and "super sexy"!  Show me a man in his right mind
who wouldn't get turned-on by that!

"So am I like some sort o' gay sex god or somethin'?" I asked James.  His
mates were just about on the floor by now they were laughing so much.  I
noticed Darren had snot hanging out of his nose and Nat was a scary shade
of purple.

But James was as cool as a cucumber when it came to handling himself in a
wind-up.  He could stay totally convincing even when everyone around him
was falling about.

"You're a bearcub, Bazza.  That's why your ice bucket video ended up on
this... er... specialised website.  It's for guys who like other guys built
like you."

"What, fat and hairy?" I chuckled.

"Exactly," he agreed, although I'd only meant it as a joke.

"Really?" I said.  "There's fellas who like chubby blokes wi' hairy chests?
I thought gays liked muscly types all tanned and waxed?"

"Evidently some of them like the more curvaceous and hirsuit figure, mate!"

I never asked James how he found my video on the bearcubs site.  It was the
obvious question but the sort of thing that would only occur to me days or
weeks later.

What I do know is that when I got home that night and once we'd got the
kids off to bed, I went back to that website while Paula was prattling away
to one of her mates on the phone.

I had to trawl through loads of sites before I found it, mind.  I couldn't
believe how many there were – James was kind of under-selling it when he
said some gay guys liked the bigger and hairier types.  There seemed to be
hundreds of websites with blokes on them much fatter and hairier than me:
some with amateur videos like mine but mostly with stuff that had been
filmed as porn.

Eventually I found the right site and recognised the logo from what I'd
seen on James' phone.  I put in a search for 'mankini' and a thumbnail of
my ice bucket video appeared in all its embarrassing glory.

Scrolling through the comments more methodically now that I was on my own,
I found I became quickly turned on again from all the really sexy things
these guys were saying about me.  They genuinely found me seriously hot!
If you saw me you'd laugh at that – I'm really not a guy anyone would
ever call attractive.  My wife reminds me how fuck ugly I am pretty much
every single day and the nicest comment anyone has given me in the last few
years was that I have a look of James Corden.  I mean, most men would be
totally fucking mortified to be told they looked anything like that lard
bucket, but I was well chuffed and couldn't stop smiling for a couple of
days!

One of the guys on the site said he wanted to finger my "huge wobbly ass" –
which sounded weird but sort of interesting in a way – and another that
he wanted me on top of him riding his cock.  I wasn't sure what that meant
and I had to look it up, but when I clicked on Google images and saw what
this bloke had in mind for the two of us, I actually took my knob out from
my fly and played with it a bit.

To think that another fella wanted me squatting over his dick, pumping it
with my big flabby arse!  For some reason the thought of a bloke sitting at
home imagining me doing that made my cock more horny than it had been in
ages.

Still rubbing and squeezing myself, I read further down the comments.

"Imagine licking those cute little bollocks while he was wanking his tiny
cock," one fella said.

It might sound weird but to me that seemed like the naughtiest of all the
comments.  I had to read and re-read it several few times to make sure that
I'd understood it properly.

I couldn't believe that a guy would be okay with me jacking off while the
two of us were doing sexy stuff.  From the first time we coupled up in the
back of her parents' Mondeo, that's always been a total no-no for Paula.  I
was licking her out and must have grabbed my dick to bash away at myself
while I was enjoying where my tongue was, and she pulled off me and told me
in no uncertain terms I absolutely mustn't do "that sort of filth" in front
of her.

Wanking is something guys do when they're on their own, she'd said.  Like
pissing or taking a dump: nice lads just don't do stuff like that in front
of a lady.

I'd nearly asked, glancing around as if in confusion, "So where's the
lady?" but the seriousness of her face stopped me in my tracks.  She was in
no mood for jokes: she really didn't want to see me pulling my pud, no
matter how turned-on I got from what I was doing to her.

I've been together with Paula well over ten years and by now the idea of
wanking with someone else in the room seemed... well... scandalous, I
suppose.  Even more exciting than having someone licking my butt... even
more mind-blowing than the idea of taking another fella's cock inside me!

Maybe that explains what I did next: I jerked off properly reading the rest
of the comments.  I kept scrolling down and clicking 'See more' and
whacking my dick faster and faster as I read them.

They were just so fucking horny!  Every single one of them said something
nice about me, whether it was how sexy my huge stomach looked or how hot my
hairy nipples were – every comment was positive and so many guys said I
how horny my knob was and what an amazing arse I had and how cute I looked
blushing bright red when the mankini fell down.

I spunked up reading some guy's comment that he was also a big hairy guy
and he wanted the two of us to lie in his bed together, face-to-face,
kissing with our big flabby guts rubbing together and our chipolata dicks
poking into each other.  I don't know why it was that comment in particular
that got me off.  Maybe it was excitement from all the other raunchier
comments that pushed me to the edge and that bloke's words just provided
that extra bit of momentum.  I don't know.

All I know is that I just kind of imagined being in bed with another fat
bloke like me, both of us loving the fact we were big and hairy, and the
idea of us kissing and poking our dicks together made my cock start
spurting.

Funny thing to get a guy like me off, I guess.

There I was, with my kids asleep in their beds on the other side of the
wall and my wife downstairs yacking on and on to her godawful friend,
squirting my nut over some gay bloke's fantasies about my stupid mankini
video.

Weird, I know.  But that's how it happened.

Anyway, I felt pretty bad after I'd spunked and I went downstairs to give
Paula a kiss, even though she was still on the phone.  I felt like I'd
cheated on her – which was daft, I know, especially given what I did in
the weeks following – and I wanted to make it up to her.

I actually wanted to tell her how much I love her, but of course I couldn't
do that because she was going at it non-stop to her friend and anyway it
would have seemed really bizarre for me to just say something like that out
of the blue.

So instead I went to watch telly which didn't last long because the baby
monitor soon started up like it always does as soon as you sit down.

That night while Paula was asleep I had another wank.  That's another thing
she doesn't like – me beating the bishop without at least asking her for
sex.  Paula reckons wanking for a married fella should be desperate
measures, but this time I didn't even want to ask for sex: I just wanted
some time for me and my hand.

So once she was asleep I toddled off to the bathroom.  I took my t-shirt
and boxers off and looked at myself from all angles in the mirror.  I did
have a fat arse, but it turned out it was attractive to certain men, and I
did sprout hair in odd places, but that didn't make me look like a gorilla
like Paula had once said.

I could see as well that my cock was indeed unusually small – it was all
the more obvious standing in front of a mirror like this – but even that
seemed to hold an appeal for some guys.  Paula always joked that when God
was giving out body parts, I was so stupid that I'd got mixed up when I'd
been supposed to ask for a big dick and a small gut.

I squatted down in front of the mirror like I would if I was riding the
fella who'd written the comment that had turned me on so much.  I looked
sexy like that, especially when I bobbed up and down, and I rubbed my dick
hard and fast imagining I had another big flabby hairy bloke like me
thrusting away underneath me.

It was a bit weird for me to be able to get boned up again so quickly after
my earlier wazz off.  Normally it takes me ages to recover after spunking
up but tonight it seemed like my todger had a new lease of life!

When I was really into it, I got up and bent over so I could look at my
arse through the mirror.  Sticking my massive butt out like this was how
the blokes had been thinking of me when they said they'd wanted to fuck me.
With my elbow going full speed I peered at the sweaty hairy crack between
my cheeks: that's what all the other bearcubs like me had been fantasising
about sticking their knobs into.

I'd shot my wad bending over like that so my jizz went all over the bath
panel and onto the little fluffy mat underneath it.  It had taken me ages
afterwards to clean it off properly with warm water and soap because
Paula's got hawk eyes for the slightest mess I leave anywhere.

It went on like that for a couple of weeks – sneaking a look at the
website whenever I could wangle a free moment and afterwards tossing myself
off at the computer and in the bathroom – before I plucked up the
courage to take it further.

By now I was getting bored with reading the same comments over and over and
as the video was starting to get dated it seemed fewer people were looking
at it.

So that's when I decided to make a comment of my own.

I signed up the site as 'mankini_bearcub' because all the other names I
would have preferred had been taken, and I wrote simply: "Hiya fellas!  I'm
the guy in the video!"

After I'd posted the comment I just stared at the screen like I was
expecting loads of replies to instantly come flooding in.  I hadn't really
expected anything, but I still felt a bit disappointed when nothing
happened.

The next time when I was able to take a look – a few nights later
because I so rarely get a spare minute with everything else going on in our
house – there were also no new comments.  Mine was still the newest one
listed at the top.

Maybe no-one actually cares who the real bloke in the video is, I wondered.
Or maybe all the men who'd been fantasising about me have moved onto newer
stuff by now.

But then I noticed a little speech bubble with a number 3 on it down at the
bottom of the screen.  At first I figured it to be an ad but then it struck
me as odd that I'd never seen it before, all the times I'd been looking at
this site over so many weeks.

So I clicked on it and it turned out I had three private messages.

Nice one, Bazza, mate!  Here we go...

All three were from fellas wanting to meet up with me.  It probably sounds
stupid – my wife reckons most of what I say sounds stupid – but it
was only when I read the first message that I realised I'd had the idea of
a hook-up somewhere in the back of my mind when I'd posted my "Hiya
fellas!" comment.

I reckon that somewhere in my sub-conscious, I must have secretly wanted to
meet up with one of these guys who were saying all this sexy stuff about
me.  I swear to God I hadn't really thought of it like that until I read
that first message, but somewhere in the back of mind a plan must have
formed to sneakily hook me up with one of them.

Anyway, all three messages were from men who lived miles and miles away
from where I live.  And when I say miles and miles, I don't just mean
London or Edinburgh or somewhere I could have got to with a train ticket
and a far-fetched excuse to keep Paula from going off on one.

One guy was in Quebec, another in New Zealand and the third was somewhere
beginning with D which I can't even remember.  It sounded Russian but when
I looked it up it was somewhere even more bizarre.

The point is that I started checking the messages every spare moment I
could and it was only a matter of weeks before a bloke called Todd showed
up who was feasible for me to get to.  I worked out that I could drive to
where he lived in a morning and – with a couple of hours for us to 'get
to know each other' – would get home only an hour or so later than I
usually do.  I reckoned I could blag it so that even Paula – with all
her constant questions – wouldn't get suspicious.

Not that I felt I was cheating on her – I still don't, to be honest.  I
was still happy to be the loving and devoted husband and the main
breadwinner for her and the kids.  I just wanted to do something for me for
a change.  And it wasn't like it was proper sex or anything deep and
meaningful: it just seemed like a sort of passing interest as I saw it back
then; just a bit of fun between me and another like-minded bloke.

As things panned out, though, Todd and I decided to meet up in a room at a
Travel Lodge roughly halfway between where we lived.  Not only did that
make it easier for me, but he preferred it too because even though he was
in his twenties he still lived with his parents.  Inviting each other back
to our own places just wasn't an option for either for us.

"Are you gay, Bazza?" Todd asked me once we were regularly messaging each
other.

"No.  Are you?" I asked him back.

"I'm not sure," he said.  "Would it be a problem if I was?"

"Not really.  As long as this stays totally non-serious for both of us.  I
don't think I'd cope with another bloke getting smoochy with me!"

"Absolutely," Todd had quickly agreed.  "Like you, I just want some fun."

I asked him to send me a photo which felt was a bit weird to be honest.
But he'd seen me in all my glory – even seen my junk pop out from that
bloody mankini for fuck's sake – so it seemed only fair that I had an
idea of how he looked.

It felt weird because I knew I was asking to see the face of the guy I was
going to do sex stuff with.  Like a date, maybe; or if not a date then at
least a one night stand.

He asked me if I wanted a shot of him with nothing on.  I said no, a selfie
would do.  It would have felt even more weird to start trading nuddie pics
with other blokes.

I have to admit that I found the picture Todd sent me really attractive.
He was fat – but I knew that already – and had a little goatie which
he kept short.  He had nice blue eyes and a really sweet smile and the
first thing I thought when I saw what he looked like was, "Yeah, this is
going to be really easy!"

What I mean by that is, I'd worried I was going to freak out when we met
up.  That the whole sex thing would seem too strange and scary for me to
actually go through with and that I'd just get back in my car and get the
fuck out of there.

But when I saw how sweet he looked – how cute he was but not in a girlie
or effeminate way – I knew I'd stay for the course.  I'd have sex with
him, as long as he himself was up for it, and if he wanted to we could
maybe keep meeting up afterwards.

The day came round soon enough and I pulled into the layby I'd already had
figured out and called in work to say I was sick.  I'm not totally stupid,
you see: I can plan things out far better than Paula would ever give me
credit for.

I got to the Travel Lodge first and checked into the room, letting the
snooty receptionist know that my "associate, Mr Stewart," would be along
shortly.  Once I'd let myself in and taken a quick look around I just sat
there on the bed waiting for him to show up.  I kept wondering if he'd
stood me up and whether maybe I should drive home because this had all been
some awful mistake; wondering if the bed I was sitting on really was the
bed I'd end up canoodling with another guy on.

But Todd appeared soon enough and once he did things flowed pretty well.
We got on like we were old mates or something; we could easily make each
other laugh and found hearing what we both had to say genuinely
interesting.

I'd expected things to be awkward between us, but it wasn't like that at
all.  The conversation seemed to flow naturally between us and I think we
were both relieved that we were able to hit it off without really trying.

"Have you ever done anything like this before?" I asked him following a
lull in our chit-chat.

"No," he smiled, sitting on the bed next to me.  "To be honest, Bazza, I'm
pretty much a virgin."

"But all that stuff you wrote on the bearcubs site... about what you wanted
to do me...?  It was pretty graphic... I figured you must have been around
a bit..."

"It was all just fantasy, mate.  I've never properly been with anyone –
male or female."

He smiled again – a sad sort of smile – and I tried to smile back but
I don't think it really worked.

He asked, "So what about you... have you done stuff like this before?"

"No," I admitted.  "This is new for me too."

He got off the bed and for a second I thought he was going to say he was
leaving.

But instead he said, "Maybe we should get undressed, Bazza...?  Snuggle up
together... see what works for us...?"

For a virgin, Todd seemed to intuitively know what to do.  Throughout all
the sex we had together, he always seemed to instinctively know what would
work best in any given situation.

I wish I was like that!

We took our clothes off but before we could get under the duvet, Todd came
around to my side of the bed and pressed his cock up against mine.

"Your dick is so beautiful," he said, working our two knobs together.

"Yours is bigger," I grinned.  It was: anyone who says fat blokes always
have small cocks is lying.  Todd, for all he was fatter than me, had a
prick at least three times the size of mine.

"Size isn't related to beauty," he argued.  "Yours is really lovely just as
is it is, Bazza."

"My wife says it's like her little finger.  Or more recently she's started
saying it's like our youngest kid's little finger."

He didn't smile.  Instead he said, "Does your wife call you Bazza?"

"Yeah," I admitted.

"In that case, can I call you Barry?"

I chuckled.  "Only my mum calls me Barry."

"But can I call you Barry?"

"Yeah, if you want to."  I couldn't see what the big deal was.

"Okay, Barry.  Barry it is."

He smiled more broadly at me and I couldn't help but laugh.  "Why's my name
so important?"

"It's just... well... I don't want anything in common with your wife."

"Okay," I nodded.  "I'm happy with that."

Todd reached out and fondled my cock and my bollocks and I did the same to
his with us smirking naughtily at each other.  I was surprised by how it
felt to be touching another man in such a private place: it didn't feel
'wrong' or 'dirty' or 'gay' even.  It just felt nice and kind of sexy for
him to be letting me do something so intimate to him.

I could feel him getting hard and that felt even better.  It made my dick
start to grow too and Todd laughed at the way it was reacting to his hand.

"Sorry, Barry.  I'm not laughing at your cock," he said.

"I don't mind if you are.  My wife does it all the time."

"Can we have an agreement, from now on?  Not to mention her?"

I shrugged.  "Okay."

"I was just laughing," Todd explained, "because it feels so strange to have
you getting a hard-on in my hand.  And because from the stuff I've read on
the internet, I think you're a grower!"

"A grower?" I asked.  All I could think of was my dad and all the plants he
had in his greenhouse when I was a kid.

"Yeah, your cock is small when it's limp but it grows much bigger when you
get aroused."

"Don't they all do that?" I asked.

"Not to the same extent," he explained.  "Yours is like... wow!  It's
already bigger than mine and mine's standing up!"

I laughed back at him, enjoying how nice his cock looked poking upwards
from his bollocks, but pleased that he also clearly liked the look of mine
as it was growing to full size.

"Should we get in the bed and have a cuddle?" I asked him.  I was getting
turned on by the idea of us poking our knobs into each other.

"Can we do something else first?" he asked.  "Something I've always wanted
to do but... well... I've never had the chance up until now?"

"Okay," I shrugged.  "Whatever you want to, mate."

"Can I fuck you, Barry?" he asked outright.  "Properly, I mean... up your
arse...?"

"Okay," I laughed.  "But I thought that... you know... we could sort of
work up to the heavy stuff..."

"I thought that too... but I really want to do you Barry... I really need
it, to be totally honest!"

I got on the bed while Todd went over to his coat to fish some stuff out
from one of the pockets.  From behind he looked pretty amazing, I have to
say: his arse was massive, even bigger than mine, and the crack was
sprouting a forest of hair making me wonder how it would feel to push my
own dick between his lovely, flabby cheeks.

"You've thought a lot about what it'd be like to bum another fella, then,
have you?" I asked.

"Of course I have," he grinned over at me and passed me a little tube of
something which he'd brought with him.  It read: 'KY Jelly'.  This was the
stuff James had mentioned.  I was pleased that I didn't have to make a tit
of myself by asking him what I supposed to do with it.

He kept talking, opening a box of johnnies, "Pretty much ever since the
first time I wanked I've fantasised about getting my dick up some fella's
arse!  What it would feel like... how great it would be to have a guy
bending over in front of me..."

"You've never thought about shaggin' some bird's pussy, then?" I asked,
squirting some of the jelly on my finger and working it up my butt-hole.
"That's what I used to think of when I first –"

"No, that sort of stuff has never done if for me," he cut in, ripping one
of the little square sachets open.  "It's always been screwing blokes'
arses that I've wanked off thinking about... even when I was a kid..."

"So that's why you think you might be gay," I suggested.

"It's just one of many subtle clues," he grinned.

As he started unfurling the rubber down his curving hard-on, I was suddenly
reminded of a comment that Paula had made a few years earlier.  I didn't
say anything to Todd about it of course: mentions of my wife were now
strictly off-limits.

She'd had a friend around and the three of us were watching some crap on
the telly; maybe a soap or something.  A couple of gays were getting it on
together and the friend had made some sarkie dig about me having urges on
that score.  Before I could answer, Paula had brayed with laughter and
said, "If some bloke wants to poke away at Bazza's skiddy arse, he can be
my fuckin' guest.  There's no way I'd touch the shitty thing with a six
foot pole!"

So here we were.  A bloke did want to poke away at idiot Bazza's arse and
it turned out that Bazza was well up for it!

I got on all fours and stuck my bum out like I had in the bathroom in front
of the mirror.  I was about to be fucked up it by a guy I hardly knew and
yet I wasn't scared at all by the prospect.  This was something that felt
right in a funny sort of way and I was absolutely determined that I was
going to go through with it.

"Have you always fantasised about women, then Barry?" Todd asked as he got
on the bed behind me, put his hands on my hips and lined his dick up behind
my big dimply buttocks.

"Yeah.  Until I read all those sexy comments that fellas had written about
my mankini video," I told him over my shoulder.  "That was what made me
wonder what it'd be like to do stuff with another bloke."

"And you're liking it now that you're with another bloke?" he asked, as he
pressed the head of his cock into my hairy butt crack.

"Yeah," I smiled.  "It's actually better than I would have thought.  Loads
better to be honest!"

"So maybe you've got a gay side too," Todd suggested.

As his manhood started to push through my arse-ring, I was going to say no
I definitely hadn't, but that seemed stupid given that I was bending over
to take another fella's hard-on up my bum, so instead I agreed that maybe I
had.

"Maybe it just took me this long to realise it, Todd," I admitted as my
rectum struggled to accommodate how massive his organ felt.

"Maybe you just had to wait until you met the right guy," he chuckled as it
seemed like a tree trunk was sliding steadily up into my bowels.

"I don't think I'm properly gay though," I told him as I winced at how big
his cock felt.  It hadn't looked even half the size it now seemed when he'd
been rolling the johnnie down it!

"Properly gay?" he asked.

"What I mean is, I still love Paula – sorry for havin' to mention her
but I do think the world of her – and I've got three kids so I must be
mostly straight."

Once he'd worked the whole six inches or so of his knob inside me, he
paused with his bollocks pushing into the backs of my thighs.

He called down to the back of my head, "Does that feel okay for you, Barry?
Having my dick all the way up your bum?"

"It feels better now it's in," I chuckled and looked across at our
reflection in the mirror on the wardrobe doors.

We made a hell of a sight: one hairy fat bloke getting bummed by another!

Todd looked over too and we smirked at each other.  He started fucking me
slowly – his cock gently working in and out of my splayed round arse and
we grinned more broadly.

"We make a pretty picture," I laughed, finding it enjoyable to watch my big
butt getting shafted by another fella's stalk.

"We look well hot!" he agreed with his face starting to redden.

"Is this what you were dreamin' about all those years wankin' yersel' off?"
I asked him.

"Fuck yeah!" he gasped with his rhythm starting to quicken.  "So many
thousands of times... this is the image that's been in my mind!"

I chuckled at the idea: it seemed so strange to me.  I'd always considered
shagging up the bum as an absolute last resort; something to be endured if
Paula wouldn't let me do her round the front because it was the wrong time
of her month or whatever.  The thought that Todd had spent years and years
fantasising about getting his knob up a big hairy arse like mine was really
funny in a way.

He grabbed me firmly by the hips and started thrusting more roughly in and
out of me.  His hips were making loud slapping noises against my
bum-cheeks; like my arse was getting spanked by one of those high-class
prostitutes.

"Is it as good as you hoped it would be?" I asked him as he banged away
behind me.

"Way better!" he grunted, his forehead now pouring with sweat.  "I'm not
gonna last long, mate... I've needed this way too long!"

He looked pretty cute, I have to say: gasping and panting as he lost his
virginity to my arse.  I was feeling turned-on too – my cock was really
throbbing – but after all the years Paula had barred me from whacking
off during sex, it wouldn't have felt right for me to give myself a grope
while Todd bonked away with his knees between mine.  Stupid, I know; but
that's just me.

"Can I do you when you've finished?" I asked him while I stared at the
headboard.  "I wanna know what it feels like!"

"Course you can!" Todd muttered from behind.  "You'll fuckin' love it!"

He moved his hands up to grab me by the shoulders and held me steady as he
started roughly and quickly pounding in and out of me.

I looked back at the mirror and laughed at his reflection: heaving and
grunting and with his forehead really pouring with sweat.  He stared back
at me, his expression totally serious at first, but then broke into a grin
when he realised I wasn't making fun of him.

I just found it dead funny that he enjoyed bum sex so much.  All the times
that Paula had made me use the back door I'd done it more through
desperation than because of wanting it, but here was Todd huffing and
puffing away like he was having the time of his life!

"Enjoy yourself!" I told him still smirking at his reaction.

"I fucking am mate!" he gasped, in spite of the stink my arse was kicking
out.  "Jesus this feels so good!  I've wanted to stoke a fella's arse for
so fucking long!"

"Well stoke away mate!" I chuckled.  "It's all yours!"

I kept getting the urge to wank myself off while he was bashing his hips
against me but that stupid rule in my brain wouldn't let me.

Todd pulled my upper body up so that my back was pressing against his big
wobbly gut and then repositioned his legs so that his knees were around my
hips.

"Squat down like I am, Barry!" he urged me.  "I wanna feel our nuts
slapping together!"

I told you that for a newbie Todd knew exactly what to do.  He must have
watched so much gay porn over the years that he knew all the best
positions.

The first time I'd done stuff with Paula, on the other hand, had been an
absolute disaster.  I hadn't a clue what I was doing and ended up spunking
up all over her blouse.

We squatted like that – Todd's flabby gut grinding against my hairy back
– and he wrapped his arms around me while he fucked me as hard and fast
as he could.  He was right that it felt really good with our knackers
smacking against each other, and I have to admit that kneeling upright
together was a really sexy position.  It felt so different and exciting to
feel his frantic cock ramming in and out of my behind while his hot breath
was panting against my neck and his sweaty hairy chest was rubbing between
my shoulders.

It was like nothing I'd ever experienced with Paula – but then, that's
pretty obvious, I suppose!

Muttering something about wanting me to enjoy it too, Todd reached down and
found my flag pole at full mast and started jerking it off quickly and
roughly as he worked his hips tirelessly against mine.

"That feels nice," I grunted back appreciatively.  Paula would never go to
the effort of giving me a handjob these days; even back when we'd first
hooked up they'd been something of a rarity.

"Reach underneath me, Barry!" Todd gasped as he rapidly beat my knob off.
"Finger my arse while I fuck you, mate!"

"I've never fingered an arse," I told him hesitantly.  "Only a fanny!"

I mean, I didn't want to fuck it all up at such a crucial stage.

"Do your best!" he panted.  "Just stick your middle finger up my butt!"

I did as he was asking and pushed my hand between his thick slippery
thighs.  There was a hot wet forest just behind his swinging bollocks and I
plunged my fingers into it to find his swollen sticky hole.

As soon as my finger was pressing into it – and it seemed so much less
complicated than the palaver I had to go through with Paula – he started
crying out in short gasping breaths: "Yes!  Yes!  Oh fuck!  Yes!"

Jesus, did my orgasms make me sound like such a total bozo?!

It'd be cute for me to say that the two of us spunked off together that
very first time.  It'd be kind of romantic, almost.  But I held off: I've
told you how long it can take me to recover after I've shot my nut and
remember I had to be heading back home in just an hour or so.

So I let him do his thing behind me and stopped myself from shooting even
though I was loving the way his hand was whacking away at my dick.

When he'd finished the two of us lay down together on the bed and, while he
got his breath back, I put my arms around him and snuggled into him in a
way that would make Paula go ape.  She's never been one for close contact,
especially in bed.

"Thanks for that, Barry," he said when he'd recovered.  "I can say straight
up, mate, that's the best sex I've ever had with another guy!"

I chuckled and just cuddled into his pudgy chest.  I was getting the odd
whiff of his sweaty armpit and the smell of it was surprisingly pleasant.

"You can have your turn soon," he added.  "Just because I've cum, don't
think I won't be up for it!"

"You're a horny bugger aren't you?" I laughed.

"I'm a bloke like you, mate, so I'm probably just as horny as you are."

"I dunno about that," I muttered glumly.  "I'm usually pretty useless for
ages after I've cum."

"Maybe that's just the rut you've got into," he suggested.  "Now that
you're doing stuff that's new and different for you, maybe you'll feel
horny again a lot more quickly."

I nodded: he had a point on that score.  The night I'd first wanked off to
all the comments on the mankini video, I'd been at it again in the bathroom
just a few hours later.

Todd put his arm around me, making the smell from his armpit stronger and
more interesting in a sexy sort of way, and I wondered why I was liking
being with him so much.  It definitely wasn't a romantic thing – I
didn't want things to get all heavy with him so it couldn't be anything
like that – but something was making lying here in the stark nuddies
with another bloke feel so nice and so strangely right.

I figured it must just be that Todd had made me feel special by all the
comments he'd written about my video.  Here was someone who actually finds
me attractive, and it's important for a guy to know that's he's attractive
every once in a while.

That must be why it was so good to be with him like this.  It was a
confidence thing – my mother had always told me I was lacking in it –
and having Todd let me know that my stupid titchy dick and my big flabby
behind were arousing to him was something that I must have really needed to
hear.

I pressed into him and, without really thinking about, leaned in to kiss
his nipple.

He giggled and then announced, "I'm so glad we met up, Barry.  I've got to
admit I nearly bottled it when I pulled into the car park and – I wasn't
gonna tell you – but I came close to driving straight back out again."

I smiled against the hairy skin of his chest.  I was really pleased he
hadn't: if he had let me down, I don't think I'd have wanted to go through
with all this again.  I'd have probably ended up getting so pissed off that
I'd have deleted my 'mankini_bearcub' account and I would never have known
how great it could feel to get together like this with another fella.

And that would have been a real shame because I could now see that this was
something I wanted a lot more of.

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