Date: Mon, 4 Oct 2010 05:02:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: ursuspilosus@yahoo.com
Subject: Bear Night at the Bar

Bear Night at the Bar
by hairy1

(This is a work of fiction, and no real persons or events are depicted.
Safe sex practices are not depicted; but in real life, get tested and
always play safe. If you have comments, you can contact the author at
ursuspilosus@yahoo.com)

Don looked in the mirror one last time before going out, giving his hair a
fast brush through. He was what would be considered a bear, a bit stocky,
furry with a mustache and hair that are now more salt than pepper, glasses,
and a very shapely ass that filled his jeans nicely. The loose button down
shirt showed off some of his chest fur, which was still mostly black.

"I sort of wish I was going to Chuckles instead of McMahon's tonight, as
that is where Bob and the guys are going, and the piano player is so good"
thought Don, but his bear had been insistent that he go to Bear Night
tonight, and demanded some action stories about getting groped or groping.

It had taken a while after they met for Don to even consider going to the
bars again (what was the point, he wasn't out looking to replace the bear
he had), but Mike had been insistent and worn him down, and now he truly
enjoyed getting out and having a bit of fun (not that kind of fun! Just
getting out and relaxing a bit, hanging out and doing some flirting, maybe
some groping and a friendly kiss, but no further than that). This was
exactly what Mike had wanted, for Don to have a good time. Don would regale
Mike with stories of the bears he had spotted, who he had groped and who
had groped him, the fun he had, and Mike really appreciated this, wanting
to know everything, as he had very little experience in such
matters. Naturally, their discussions would end up getting both bears all
excited, and you know what that leads too! Don laughed to himself at how
bossy his bear tried to be, but knew he would have a good time whichever
bar he went to, so why not humor Mike. On top of that, the view at
McMahon's was certainly going to be much better.

He looked one last time at a computer and the image of his bear. They had
been apart for too long - these long distance relationship things were
hell, but worth it if you found the right person. There Mike was on the
screen, with his dark brown hair, which is slowly going salt and pepper,
and sporting a goatee. Damn he was covered with fur, and not just the short
fine stuff. In some spots, it was almost more of a pelt.

Don was tempted to just sit and look at pictures of his bear, but he had
promised he'd go out and have fun (and Mike seemed to be able to tell one
way or the other), so with one last glance, off to the subway he went.

Arriving at the bar, he found that the place was packed, and as expected,
none of Dons' friends happened to be there that night. Normally, he liked
to be near the door, but a group of drag queens he didn't care for had
staked that area out, so he wandered about, flirting with the bears,
generally enjoying himself and appreciating the frequent gropes he was
getting but not staying in any one place too long. He flirted his way
across the bar several times, always drawing glances from the other bears.

As it was so crowded and the heat was turned up, Don decided to order a
second rye and diet coke. They certainly went down easily as it was so
warm. So he walked up to the end of the bar, where it was a bit darker and
cooler, and leaned against it, ordering his drink. Not only was it dark,
but the flashing lights from other areas of the club lit that area more
than the overhead lights, making it hard to see as well as lending some
privacy. A nice sanctuary for a moment or two.

He suddenly felt a presence behind him, closer than he had expected,
brushing against his ass and not moving on.

Before he could turn his head to look, he heard a low voice, in deep growly
tones.

"Don't turn your head, don't look. I'm not going to hurt you or bother you,
but I don't want to be seen. Just tell me to leave if you want me to go."

Now, Don's first reaction was "what the hell" and he almost turned to tell
the stranger off. But something about how the stranger stood behind him,
the bears' crotch pressed softly against his ass, was almost comforting
instead of threatening. Don was curious, and thought to himself "why not, I
can tell him to go away anytime, we are in a crowded bar" and decided to
see what would happen.

Don reached back for his wallet to pay for his drink, and his hand brushed
across a nice plump belly.

"Heh, I already got that drink, stud, you don't need your wallet, but feel
free to leave your hand there" said the growly voice.

Don patted the belly, wondering if it was furry, but didn't let his hand
linger. He didn't want to give the wrong impression. He took a sip of his
drink, and then felt a pair of arms wrapping around him.

"Looks like you are hot in more ways than one, sexy" rumbled the growly
voice, as the hands slowly undid a couple of Don's buttons.

Geez, this guy is pushy, thought Don, about to turn, when suddenly one of
the mystery bears' hands slipped inside his shirt and brushed his left
nipple. All discreetly, softly, but it was electric to Don. No one had
actually touched his nipples since Mike, and he had forgotten how sensuous
it was. The end of the bar was dark, and the mystery bear just gently ran a
thumb over that left nipple several times before withdrawing his hand,
while the other arm was wrapped around Dons belly, holding him in place.

The bartender at that moment placed a glass of dark beer in front of them
and moved away. The hand that had just been on his left nipple reached out
for the beer, and raised it towards lips Don couldn't see.

"Cheers, sexy. Go ahead, while your drink is cold."

Don heard the mystery bear swallow his beer, for what seemed a long time,
and then a glass more than half drained was set on the bar. Don hastily
took a sip of his drink; it flowed coolly down his throat. As he
straightened, his back came into full contact with the mystery bears
chest. It was warm in the hot bar, but soothing, and as he set his drink
back down and leaned against the bar again, he almost regretting being
parted from it.

"Don't get the wrong idea, I have a boyfriend" he said. "I am just here to
hang out and relax".

"Cool. Me too" came the growly voice. "Ya just have to tell me to go away
if I'm botherin' ya. I'll go, no questions asked. But otherwise, it has to
be my way. No lookin' til I say so."

And for some reason that he didn't understand, Don trusted this bear. Not
only that, despite his intentions, he was actually starting to get
aroused. But he felt he could control it, and wanted to spend a bit more
time with the experience.

So he took another long drink and straightened again, nervous yet excited.

And as he did, the mystery bear put both arms back around him, and leaned
his face forward into Dons' neck. His breath was hot against Dons' skin,
but even after his sip, Don couldn't move. The mystery bear just held him,
breathed him in, and he felt safe and secure, and the noise of the bar
faded away. He felt the soft brush of facial hair against his neck,
apparently the mystery bear was not clean shaven.

Slowly, softly, he felt warm lips gently touch his neck, still dampened
from the beer that the bear had been drinking. Not insistent, but there. "I
shouldn't do this" he thought, but let his eyes close and leaned into the
mystery bear, relaxing, trusting, for reasons he didn't understand. This
wasn't like him; maybe it had been too long. But he needed and wanted the
contact, the touch.

"Just relax, you're safe with me" came the growly voice at his ear, as the
mouth on his neck kissed and then started to slowly lick him in the crowded
bar. The lips moved from his neck to his jaw line as the moving lights
passed over then, hiding them yet not leaving them in the dark, and teeth
slowly found his earlobe, nibbling softly.

Don suddenly was aware that what was pressed against his ass wasn't soft,
it was hard and hot. "Oh man, this is going way too far" he thought, as he
pulled his ear from the mystery bears teeth and leaned forward. As he
leaned, his back was no longer in contact with the mystery bears' chest,
and it felt cold. Confused, he used his hands to push the bear's hands away
from him. But he didn't want to, he wanted the bear to hold him and caress
him. What was going on? His body was doing things it shouldn't, he wanted
Mike, but he also wanted the attention of this mystery bear. Why did he
feel safe instead of just walking away as usual?

And instead of begin offended at having his lips and hands rejected, and
instead of trying to push the issue, he felt the mystery bears hands move
to his back and shoulders, rubbing and massaging softly. Not giving up, but
not forcing anything. And again, his body rebelled, relaxing under the
strange bears hands, accepting the massage, muscles loosening.

"I won't do anything you don't want, but I do want to be with you" said the
growly voice.

And it was more than Don could take, as he had felt the mystery bear would
just walk away instead of accepting his limits. He surprised himself by
leaning back into the bear instead of taking the easy out. As he was
encircled by warm furry strong arms, he didn't feel it was wrong, but that
it was comforting and right. The bear held him softly yet firmly, pressed
against him, breathing in his ear yet not kissing or pressing. And Don felt
his body slowly respond again.

A softly growly whisper in his ear surprised Don. "Can I touch your nipples
again?" Without thinking, he nodded.

Through the shirt that had already been partially unbuttoned, he felt the
bear's hands slip in, warm against his chest. Fingers found his nipples and
began to gently rub them, roll them between thumbs and fingers. He found
himself softly moaning, pressing back into the bear.

"Damn, what is going on? I need to stop" thought Don, as his body responded
to the mystery bear, who worked his nipples and pressed tight against
him. But another small moan passed his lips, and he pressed his ass farther
back against the mystery bear.

Suddenly, the bears' hands were gone, and his body wasn't pressed so close.

"Yeah, we'll take a couple more" he heard the growly voice tell the
bartender, who had walked up without Don noticing. The mystery bear quickly
drained the remainder of his beer.

How had he lost track of everything? Another drink? He didn't realize that
his was gone!

Before the bartender could return with the refills, Don decided it was time
to cool things down a bit. "Excuse me, I need to use the men's room" he
told the mystery bear.

"You go right ahead, I'll keep our spot" rumbled the bear as he backed away
so Don could slip out. Without a backwards glance, Don made his way
hurriedly over to the men's room.

Stepping up to the open urinal, he noticed the bear next to him taking a
look at his partially hard cock as he relieved himself. The bear, more a
cub, caught his eye and smiled inviting. He had a fine red starter beard,
and it was obvious that he had a nice patch of chest hair. Normally, Don
would have seen this as a good time to flirt a bit, but something about the
mystery bear at the bar had him intrigued. He smiled back at the cub, who
winked at him, but then shook his head and quickly washed his hands and
headed back out into the bar.

As he neared the bar, it occurred to him that he might be able to actually
see what this mystery bear looked like. He smiled slightly as he rounded
the corner, only to see that the area had drawn a group of bears. There on
the bar was his new drink, sitting next to another pint of dark beer. That
was what the mystery bear had been drinking. Leaning against the bar was
what appeared to be a nice stocky bear whose ass really filled out the back
of his jeans. He had a nice light button down shirt on, and from the angle
he was leaning, his belly was nice and full. That had to be the mystery
bear. But he was surrounded by a couple of other bears, and as he was
leaning, Don could not see his face. The other bears were pretty good
looking too, one an older bear with white hair and a full beard, tall
(maybe 6 feet) but with plenty of meat on his bones. He was standing
directly between Don and the mystery bear. On the other side was a shorter
bear, with long black hair and a nice long beard, wearing a bright t
shirt. He had his hand on the mystery bears back, and was rubbing it
gently. As the tall polar bear leaned in to say something into the leaning
bears ear, Don caught a quick glimpse of short dark brown hair. He heard a
rumbly laugh as well as laughs from the two new bears, and realized it was
indeed the mystery bear. But now what to do? Obviously, the mystery bear
was enjoying the company of these newcomers. Maybe he should just leave
now, but that would be rude as the mystery bear had already ordered him
another drink - plus he was still intrigued by the situation. He drifted
over closer, mulling his options. Just then, Don felt a quick squeeze on
his ass from behind, and turned to see the cub from the rest room behind
him. Seeing him looking at the bear trio the cub laughed and whispered
"damn, sexy, you look like you'll have a fun night, hope to see you again
sometime" before wandering off into the crowd.

As he started to turn back from the redhead to the bears at the bar, he
felt an arm encircle him, and was quickly pulled into a big bear hug. "Hey
guys, this is the bear I'm with ta'night. You wanna hang with us?" came the
rumbly voice, as Don's face was pressed into a furry chest - obviously,
someone had done a bit of unbuttoning of the mystery bears shirt. While he
was surprised, he found himself leaning into the hug, his arms slipping
around the bear, relieved despite himself that the bear wasn't leaving him
behind for these other bears. He breathed in deep of the warm smell of the
bear, feeling sheltered, relaxed.

"That sounds good to me, the more the merrier" said the shorter of the
bears.

"Cubby" the taller spoke up, "I think these two need time to get
re-acquainted. And your Papa is ready to get back to the hotel - you've
been wiggling that ass enough to make me need it."

Turning his head against the mystery bears' chest, Don saw the shorter
bears' face light up, and he almost bounced over to the taller bear, who
was sporting a wicked grin. "Don't behave yurselves too much, now, just
have fun!" rumbled the mystery bear, with a hearty chuckle. "Now, there's a
couple a horny bears, on top a being damn hot guys" he said to Don, who
could only nod in agreement. "Let's see what else we can ogle."

As the mystery bear gave a quick wave to the departing duo, leaving one arm
around Don almost protectively, Don used the chance to reach out and grab
both drinks. The bear guided them to a barstool which was sitting against
the wall, Don watching the full glasses carefully to make sure they didn't
spill. He was careful now not to look up into the mystery bears face, even
as he set the drinks down on a table near the stool.

The bear sat on the stool, spreading his legs wide, and pulled Don to him,
Don's back resting against the bear's chest. The bear's arms wrapped around
Don, one slipping into his open shirt again to gentle circle and touch
Don's left nipple. The other arm wrapped around Don's belly, holding him
safe and secure. The bear rested his head on Don's shoulder, his mouth next
to Don's ear.

"Look at that one, walking by. Whatcha think? He's sorta cute" rumbled the
bear, as a lightly furred thin guy passed by.

"He's just ok" whispered Don "I like my men bigger, with padding in the
right places".

"Look at the tight jeans on that one at the bar, he has a nice package,
eh?"

"Oh, and a nice ass too, I can't resist a good ass" said Don, letting his
hand slide down and behind him, giving the bear a light grope across the
line of his ass overhanging the bar stool. Emboldened, he left his hand
resting there, leaning back further, pressing against the bear.

"Heh heh, nice" came the rumble, with a tighter squeeze. "Hows about that
one - with the shaved head and black beard"

"He looks good, but I like them furrier"

"He's furry, look at his chest"

"Well, I agree, but I like fur all over. And he has too many tattoos."

"Yeah, but that leather vest is hot" said the bear.

"Ha, you know I think you'd look better in it Mike, if you would just go
shopping for leather, maybe a black leather vest with that black jock strap
I got you" said Don, with a chuckle.

"Oh man, how long have you been on to me!" said the bear, squeezing Don
tight and planting a big kiss on his cheek. Don turned into the kiss,
meeting Mike's lips, and kissed back, gently at first, then with
passion. He snuggled in, running his tongue along Mike's lips, then felt
Mike's tongue softly probe at his mouth. He sighed, opening it slightly,
and let the tongue slide in, exploring and tasting him. Eventually, the
kiss slowly broke, both bears breathing harder.

"You couldn't have known for long, come on, big bear, what gave me away?
Did you peek?" came Mike's voice, no longer the deep growl of the mystery
bear, but delighting Don much more.

Don laughed; it felt so good to be in his bear's arms. "I figured you out
as soon as I had my face buried in your chest. Not many bears have that
much fur, and you just smell so good. My body figured you out right away, I
think, you get me so hot and bothered. How did you get here? Why didn't you
tell me? You're in trouble for that! I know a bear that is getting a
spanking."

"Now Don, I wanted to surprise you. This was a last minute business thing;
I have to work tomorrow morning, so figured I'd fly up tonight. I thought
it would be a good surprise."

"Oh it really is Mike! There could be no better surprise! You're not really
in trouble. Thank you for doing this, it is wonderful to have you at Bear
Night."

"Well, that is the other thing, I have been curious about Bear Night, and I
knew if I told you I was coming, we might have good intentions to get here,
but we would get distracted with other things" Mike said with a chuckle.

"Very true!"

Mike took one last pull of his beer, draining the glass. "Now, what is this
I hear about a spanking I am getting? Or do you want to ogle bears some
more?"

"Hey, I see the one bear I like to ogle the most, let's get going so I can
see more of him - and give him that spanking" exclaimed Don happily.

And so Don and Mike left McMahon's, arms around each other, headed back to
Mike's hotel to do those things horny bears do best. But that is for
another story!