Ernest had once told me about a certain, recurring party in Baltimore he had gone to where, as he put it, there were “lots of really hot bears.” The way he described jerking off twice as he drove back to DC after the party made me think this was something I had to see for myself, and before Ernest moved away, I got the phone number of the organizer. I called and got myself on the mailing list and before too long, got an invitation to an upcoming “Bear Hugz” party.
So one Saturday evening I was once again driving through Baltimore, nervously going in circles trying to find some warehouse loft apartment somewhere near some goddamn railroad bridge. I finally decided a large plain building was, in fact, it, and parked. The door of the building didn’t look exactly inviting, and I pictured Madeleine Khan stumbling up the steps of the warehouse in What’s Up Doc.
Inside the stairs led up to a long hallway, a set of wide-open double doors, and then a large room already crowded with bearded men, a few of whom turned to look as I walked in.
I found the beverage table, made a Cape Cod, then slowly made my way around the room, chatting with a few guys I recognized from DC or saying hello to other guys I didn’t know but maybe wanted to.
The invitation had said the doors would be locked at 11 p.m., though I don’t recall any announcement when that time came. As the evening wore on, I noticed that guys were gradually clustering into twos or more, sitting or standing, many of them with their shirts open, some with their pants open, and even a few off to one side getting completely naked. Mostly there was a lot of good-natured groping of manly chests and manly groins, lots of manly kissing and hugging, and some good, old-fashioned, on-your-knees, manly cock-sucking.
I myself was standing with three others and in particular, trying to stand very close to Evan, a very handsome bear whom I had met once in the DC Eagle. Evan was friendly, had a melt-your-heart smile, a make-you-cum baritone voice, and a chiseled beard with white corners.
Now I was finding out just how friendly Evan really was, as I took advantage of the moment to chew on his beard and run my hands across his chest and finger his groin. Evan kept himself busy by fiddling my pants open and hauling out my as-usual wet, pre-cummy, mostly hard dick, gently stroking it. Nice to be me!
But someone or something had arrived on his knees in the middle of us, and I felt a warm Mouth From Nowhere replace Evan’s hand on my dick, consuming my erection. I was already pretty hot and bothered from feeling up Evan and had to make the cocksucker quit it before I lost it in his mouth (not that there would have been anything wrong with that. I just wanted to enjoy it all a little longer).
After a while of this cock teasing and stuff, our foursome began to break apart due mainly to some steering-away of Evan by a guy that appeared at Evan’s elbow, whom I gathered was his lover-partner-person. I stuffed my saliva-wet self back into my pants and tried once or twice to find another group to fit into. Failing that, I tried to strike up a conversation with a couple of other cute bears, neither of whom I could get interested enough in me to expect a sleepover invitation.
Around 1 a.m. the crowd began to thin and I leaned against a wall, shucks, feeling somewhat frustrated. A short, kind of round-shaped but mostly cute bear was standing to one side, also just watching the crowd. I still felt really horny and wanted to sleep (read: cum) with a man other than myself, so I said hello. He introduced himself as Chuck, and after talking for a few minutes, we decided to go back to his place.
I followed Chuck across an incredibly confusing maze of streets (Baltimore!), parked in front of a set of row houses, and followed Chuck into one of them. He ushered me downstairs to a finished basement and an already opened (oh, expecting someone?) sofa bed. We laid down on the sofa bed and started playing with each other’s bodies, and after relieving our respective big loads of post-Hugz man tension, fell asleep.
Good morning! Chuck got me up off the sofa bed and going rather early because he, too, had to get going early. I re-dressed in my stale, last-night clothes, accepted a quick glass of juice, and left with his instructions how to get back to the highway to DC.
I didn’t give Chuck much thought again until I ran into him several weeks later at some other bear event. He surprised me with an air of such indifference, perhaps unintentionally but I couldn’t tell, that I was unable to say even hello.