CRAIGSLIST II: THE TWO BEARS
It's been years now since they vanished, but I still miss the Craigslist personals. Sure, they were filled with fakes, phonies and pic collectors. Even if you managed to hook up through one there was no guarantee that you'd actually have a good time.
Once in a great while, though, answering an ad could lead to a unique, unforgettable encounter. The one I'm going to tell you about was one I remember for several reasons, most of all because it turned out totally different from what I'd been expecting.
"Pimping out my bear boyfriend" was the title that caught my eye one weekend morning. What was going on here?
"My boyfriend really wants to get fucked bareback while I watch. We're two big WM bears. If you want to be the guy who makes our fantasy come true, hit us up. Cool with any race, age, body type. Just have a hard dick and be ready to plow some bear ass."
There was a photo of a beefy body lying ass up on a bed, which I assumed was that of the boyfriend.
As you might have figured out from the first Craigslist adventure, I have a wild streak. Normally I'm not into the bear type—I'm HWP and pretty fit if I do say so myself—but something intrigued me about this ad. This couple apparently had an open enough relationship to be comfortable with watching each other with another guy. I liked that they didn't fill their ad with requirements: "Under 40, W only, no fems, must be hung," etc. etc. And the thought of performing for an audience was a turn-on.
I clicked on the Reply button. Even though the ad hadn't asked for it I gave my stats and attached a photo.
"Wow, hot!" The reply came a few minutes later. "Where are you and when can you get here?"
As luck would have it the address they gave was just a few minutes' drive from my place. I took a quick shower and dressed in what I thought of as my hookup gear: skimpy underwear, polo shirt, loose shorts and sneakers, no socks—stuff I could easily slip out of.
It was Saturday and the traffic was light. I got to the address my contact had sent five minute ahead of the estimate I had given them. It turned out to be a shiny new mixed use building on a main thoroughfare, with shops facing the street on the ground floor and condos above.
I turned into the parking garage which occupied most of the rest of the ground floor and found a visitor's spot. I slipped through a locked gate using the passcode I had been given and took the elevator up to the third floor. When I stepped out I found myself standing on a walkway onto which all of the unit doors opened. It was edged with a wrought iron fence that ran around the entire perimeter of the large building. I looked down and saw an elegant courtyard beneath with a swimming pool. Clearly this was a high-end residence.
I headed down the walkway until I found the apartment number they had given me, my excitement rising along with my dick. The door opened just moments after I rapped on the smart looking brass knocker. I stepped in and found myself amid piles of boxes on a hardwood floor.
"Sorry about the mess. My partner and I moved here from out of state just last week. I'm Mike," the man standing next to me said. I sized him up as I shook his outstretched hand. He was dressed in a gray velour bathrobe that was undone and hanging open, revealing a hairy, substantial belly. His dark hair was luxuriant and he sported a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. Definitely a bear, and definitely a looker. This was going to be fun.
"Come meet Jerry. He's waiting in the bedroom."
We headed down the hallway. The bedroom was the only tidy room in the apartment and was dominated by an appropriately king-sized bed. Another large, naked man was lying face down on it.
"Jerry. Come meet your next top," Mike's voice said behind me.
Jerry raised himself up and looked over his shoulder. His eyes checked me out with practiced ease. He smiled. "Very nice."
I felt Mike's hands on my shoulders. "He is, isn't he?" He bent and whispered in my ear. "Why don't you get a little more comfortable."
I obeyed and began to strip. Taking my clothes off in front of a couple of guys who wanted to play normally would have had me hard already, but I wasn't feeling nearly as turned on as I had a minute ago. The problem was that Jerry, though he seemed nice, wasn't as handsome as Mike, not by a long shot. I hated myself for being so shallow, but my body knew what it liked.
So far the bear couple hadn't noticed my sudden lack of enthusiasm. "You have a great body," Jerry said, as soon as I pulled off my shirt.
That made me feel worse. "Thanks," I mumbled. I dropped my shorts and kicked off my sneaks. There was no turning back now.
I moved toward the bed. As soon as I got close enough Jerry's outstretched arms pulled me close until his face was in front of my crotch. I felt his warm breath on my still soft cock. "Nice," Jerry said again, and took me into his mouth.
He turned out to be a skilled cocksucker, noisy and wet, just the way I liked it. After a few minutes I felt myself starting to get hard. Jerry must have decided I was ready, because he flipped around onto his knees and spread his generous cheeks. "Have at it, buddy."
I poked at his asshole, which was slick with lube and probably cum from whoever had already been here today. Normally that would have got me going me too, but it just wasn't happening. By the time I got my dick against his hole and tried to push in, it was back to semi-hard, not nearly enough to get the job done.
My face was flaming. In another minute I'd have to admit defeat and slink out, having disappointed these two nice guys. "Sorry," I mumbled through gritted teeth. "I guess I'm kind of nervous."
