A Bear or Two
~B.J. Scott~
Gay Erotica
Copyright 2011-01-02: Beau to Beau Books
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Included in: A Bear or Two
1. Openers
2. Introduction
3. A Bear or Two
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Intro:
When a friend tells Jack about his favorite bar, Jack decides to go there alone to check it out. Jack has told no one his secret, but he goes to bars for one thing only. Jack has a thing for bears. The hairier the bear, the more Jack wants him. So far, Jack has been disappointed in the action at the local bars, with no bears in sight. When Jack enters this new bar that he knows nothing about, it appears to be one of the worst, a dark and dangerous bar, but he orders a beer and decides to stay, for awhile anyway.
Book Content:
Jack knew that such a seedy bar as this dump presented no possibilities for romance, but he wasn’t looking for romance. A friend had recommended this bar to him, had said it was the best. But now Jack wondered why he had come, but who was he fooling. He knew why he had come here. The answer was simple. Jack had come here for one thing and one thing only and that was sex. All he wanted from this dark and dismal place, where no one knew him and every man was a stranger to him, was hardcore, nasty, man on man sex.
Jack didn’t need fancy introductions, and he had no desire to be wined and dined. Hell, he didn’t even need names. All he cared about in a place like this was how hung the man was and did he require a condom, which Jack preferred that he did not. It wasn’t that Jack didn’t know the risks of bareback sex. He just liked the feeling of it. It was raw and untamed, just like him. But this place looked dangerous even to Jack.
This new bar that looked anything but new reeked of danger, among other things, but Jack didn’t scare easily. It was dark when he walked inside, but he wouldn’t have set one foot inside the place if it had been well lit. Jack had learned through trial and a whole lot of error that the darker the bar, the better the sex. He greeted the bartender, making it a point to get his name, as he did in every new bar. Another lesson Jack had learned the hard way was that the bartender was the one man whose name he did care to know, and the only man he cared to have as a somewhat friend in a place such as this.
Jack took a seat at the end of the bar, ordered a beer, and watched the action on the dance floor. As he looked around him, he was far from impressed. For a new place, it was pretty nasty. Not much in here tonight for Jack, just a few old men and their latest boy toys, certainly nothing to get hard about.
Jack was finished with his second beer and starting on a third when he decided to call it a night. After canceling out his tab, he started to head for the door when the sight of a big hairy muscled bear entering the bar stopped him in his tracks. Jack stumbled backward, landing on a bar stool, and from there he sat and watched the man. What he was really watching was whether this bear had a mate with him tonight, not that it really mattered. He would be Jack’s soon enough if Jack had his way.