In November there was another Bare Bear Chest contest at the Baltimore Eagle, apparently an annual event, and of course I went. It turned out to be pretty much the same as before, with the admission fee, the value-added kiss by the door guards, the toy-bear party favors, and an art auction. And as before, one of them also kissed my hand, which had similarly happened a couple of weeks before to me, by a man at a rollerskating party—what was going on with the hand kissing?
I never found out. But now, I was standing at the bar for scarcely a minute when a handsome guy started chatting me up. Ever a sucker for a good chat-up, I thought maybe he was going for gold early in the evening and we might shortly excuse ourselves and go back to his place.
Nope. He said he was with Daddy magazine and saw me, and would I be interested in being a Daddy cover model.
Daddy?
As he told me more about it, I didn’t know if I should feel flattered or amused. It was definitely intriguing, especially the possibilities for meeting a lot of young men already lusting after daddy-me. But with thoughts of co-workers waving the magazine during staff meeting, I politely declined fame as a stiff-cock centerfold; also but less so because I didn’t think I was a daddy type (not then, anyway).
Meanwhile, the Eagle filled up quickly, packing in hairy, bearded, and therefore good-looking men, with the contestants on display in various stages of undress and witty banter.
The bar got hot and stuffy, so I stripped off my shirt and wandered my bare bear nipples around, hoping as usual to meet someone choice to sleep with. Early in the evening I passed a short, 30-something bear with a handsome face who returned my smile and who looked so familiar that as I walked by, I paused and did a mental search.
After swimming a couple more laps around the humid crowd, Smiling Bear and I crossed paths again and this time I said immediately, Roger from Tennessee! After chatting a bit, he put his hand on my chest and slowly walked me backwards, pinning me against the wall, one knee between my legs, and we began making out. We had first met a year earlier at the Bear Hugz party, although he didn’t seem interested in me at the time and nothing sexy had happened.
We remained at the Baltimore Eagle awhile to watch the contest, and then left and I followed him back to where he was staying at his friend’s house in DC. Roger was gentle and warm and nice to sleep with, too, but I forget the specific details of what we did for sex.
The next morning I headed for home in a light rain, then went out again that night to the DC Eagle where I ran into Roger. I don’t remember if we had sex that second evening but probably not. I had got his home address and sent a Christmas card but didn’t hear from him again.