Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2002 19:01:18 -0800 (PST) From: Billy Jay Dee Subject: Saturday Night Hot SATURDAY NIGHT HOT By Billy Jay Dee The bar was crowded, hot from the heat of the congregated bear meat. Bob arrived a little late at CC Attles. He took up a spot of the wall with a clear view of the buffet provided during the NorthWest Bears monthly social gathering. The food was sort of "bear bait" and he was the trapper. A large selection of hairy hunks, hulks, cubby chasers, bears, polar bears and bear trappers prowled the place. The thickest part of the throng was out on the back deck. Bob decided to wait until the boys had a few. He'd check out the show then. A small group of men invaded the bar not long after Bob got settled. They took up residence a few feet away. "Bad choice of hats in a gay bar," Bob thought to himself noticing that the couple (in their proverbial matching outfits) had chosen yellow baseball caps to accentuate their carhart pants and new embroidered jackets. It didn't go unnoticed by the twosome that they were being checked out. Lance, the thinner, slightly taller of the two, a black man, turn to repay the eyeballing compliment to Bob. Lance took several long slow glances from the thick salt and pepper hair atop Bob's head to the brown cowboy boots. His infectious smile, arching eyebrow and knowing look made it clear he liked what he saw. Bob almost coughed up his beer in response. Soon they got to talking. "Hey, I like you," Bob assured Lance, "but I don't want to cause trouble for you with your lover." "That's not my lover. That's my best friend, in town visiting. That's my lover over there." "You got people, I don't want....", Bob stammered, but his eyes were on Lances ample crotch bulge and his left hand on Lance's hip. "I'm all grown up. Let me arrange something. I'll be back," Lance said. Bob talked with a few folks while Lance worked his way out of his previous engagements with some difficulty. Bob talked to a few passing bears, then (after letting Lance know) he drifted off to the back deck. Bob found a seat on the bench/table and was entertained by the mocking hilarity of one of those stereotypical "New Yorkers". Ken was hairy and outrageous and funny. Bob and the crowd had talked him into dropping his pants when Lance showed up. "What's going on out here?" Lance asked knowingly as someone snaked his hand into the open fly of Ken's teddy-bear-decorated boxers. "Where you stayin,'?" he whispered to Bob, then asked for the room number. He'd try to work something out. Meanwhile, the group of bears had worked Ken's eight incher out. Everyone's hand took a few appreciative strokes of Ken's big brown tool. Ken's smile seemed broadest and cock got thickest when Bob slid his hand seductively up and down the upward-pointing cock. Happy Hour ended and Bob headed to the Cuff to meet MIke, his new friend from the night before. Mike was probably 210, 6'1", like Bob, and probably 50 to Bob's 45. They kissed lightly in greeting, spoke over beers with their arms wrapped around one another's waist. They decided to check out the action on the back deck of the Eagle on their way to Bob's hotel. No action on the back deck, but while cruising upstairs and down, they ran into Ken, wider eyed, drunker, and hornier than ever. Bob introduced them and then lead the way as he and Mike drifted off. "I liked him," MIke commented. Bob stopped, turned, smiled, took Mike by the hand and led him back to Ken's side. Taking both men in his arms, Bob said, "Mike likes you." Mike and Ken kissed deeply. Ken and Bob kissed deeper. Then Bob and Mike. After a long make out session blocking the aisles of the Eagle, they ended up in Bob's hotel, having lost Ken along the way. Mike took Bob's face in his hands as soon as the door closed and kissed him square on the lips, forcing his tongue against the inside of Bob's cheek and then all the way to the back of his throat. When they broke for air, Mike said, "Let's get naked." Then he strode to the bathroom leaving Bob to strip. He returned in nothing but his undershorts and took Bob's face in his hands again. Kissing Bob, he forced him on the bed, spreading his legs apart as he knelt over him. Bob's stiff dick pressed into the Mike's underwear bulge and he sighed loudly. MIke held Bob down with his left hand as he yanked his own whitey tighties off with his right. A nice thick six-inch boner flopped out, bounced off Mike's belly and came to a hard upright erection. In a swift motion, he installed the condom he had tucked into his right hand. Mike cupped his hands under Bob's muscular buttocks, wedged his shoulders against the bottom's knees, spread his own knees even wider to get his cock closer. He pried the head of his cock down and pressed it against Bob's brown hole. He shoved just a little. "Like that?" he said. "Yeah," Bob sighed as he threw his arms back and relaxed for a pounding. Mike began a slow steady full in and out fuck. Eventually settling into a rhythm and stretching his arm out to keep his weight off Bob. The sweat began to form on the the patch of hair in the middle of his chest, and Bob could feel his lips quiver with exertion during their occasional kiss. Mike gripped the bottom's semi-erect cock in his left hand, pumping it up to full erection with a few strokes. "Uhhhh, oh, cumming soon," he grunted, his movements speeding, his breathing rasping loudly in the otherwise silent room. The rapid-fire jacking of Bob's cock and the urgent stroking of the dick against his prostate sent him over the edge. "OOOoooooooh, yeah," he panted, cum spurting down over the black fingers encircling his twitching prick. The spasms running through him set his cock twitching and his asshole clinching against its welcome intruder. Mike unloaded into his condom, fell on Bob, cuddled for a while and departed. But, the night was young. And Bob needed more. He was dressed before Mike made the elevator. Down the stairs he went and out the building to Club Z for some real fucking. It was the usual -- cruising the halls, checking out what was available in which room, talking to a few guys then off to the play room for groping and rubbing and.... "Hello, sir. Whatever you need, sir. I'll do it for you sir." The whiny voice in the dark sounded southern, maybe black, but it wasn't Lance. This guy was thin, but short. "Sorry, I'm a bottom. What I need is a stiff dick up my ass," Bob informed the formless voice. "I can help you there, sir." And the voice began to deepen. "I got what you need right here." Bob could hear the whack of a condom being snapped on. The little man stepped behind him. "You shy?" "No." "Lean up against the wall." Bob compiled spread his feet wide due to the height difference, leaned forward and grabbed the chain link fence. With Bob's wet crack spread wide open, the little black man got his cock in quickly and began fucking like a bunny. The crowd murmured in appreciation and scooted closer, but in the darkended hall could see little. "Scoot over here," the man at his rear whispered to Bob, leading him to the bench in the middle of the play room. "Get on all fours" Bob obliged. The top climb up on the bigger man and began pumping enthusiastically away. A rapidly increasing grunt and rate of panting gave away the fact he was about to come, but as he exuberantly did just that, there was motion behind Bob and the black man. Some one standing penetrated the little man's black ass. "Yeah, yeah, fuck me!" he drawled. Bob climbed out to watch the show, mesmerized. He stroked his white dick and watched a hairy, well-muscled dude of about 35 shove a thick white dick into the black man's narrow butt. Appreciative fans poked at Bob's oozing hole and one hairy muscle god rubbed Bob's cock with his own thick tool. Ready for a rest, Bob adjourned to the television room. A little relaxation and a little pornography had his asshole twitching agin. Looking around he found an older blonde teddy hair stroking a hard eight-incher admiring him. Bob admired back. A hairy blond hand fell upon shoulder. The blonde sat next to him and pulled Bob's lips around the shaft of meat. Bob's towel fell from his well worn ass now hoisted in the air as he bent to suck cock. Suddenly, he pulled his thick meat out of Bob's mouth with a loud slurping noise. The rubber he pulled out slid on the huge tool with amazing ease. The aged teddy bear got to his feet, spun Bob around, forced him forward at the hips and began plunging his cock into Bob's well-primed ass. He kept fucking and forcing Bob's head down, then swiveling Bob's hips he offered those lips to several appreciative cocks watching the show. "Want some?" the teddy bear growled Someone stepped forward and Bob hungrily gobbled his cock. "I'm gonna come. Wanna?" the teddy bear said to the unknown man, indicating Bob's ass. The teddy bear pulled out, they spun him around. As the other cock cramped up Bob's ass, the teddy bear slid the messy rubber from his throbbing manpole and slammed the tangy thick meat into Bob's mouth. Wedging the engorged tool against the back of Bob's throat, he kept coming until the spew and the drool rolled out of his lover's lips. Exhausted, Bob wandered off, stumbling into Bucky's room. Bucky is the angel of fucking with the wings tatooed on to prove it. "Looking to get fucked, Bob?" "I just did two guys at once," Bob muttered. "Good timing," said the angel. "I'm ready again. Hey, you've been fucked tonight, haven't you? It feels good tonight." Then this bathouse legend went at Bob's ass until he'd fucked him dry and Bob's knees collaped under him. Bob made it back to his hotel room, well fucked on a hot Saturday night.