Late the previous year a bear couple I knew from the DC Eagle bought a house in Maryland, immediately installing a hot tub and a high wooden fence so they could be naked without alarming the neighbors. I really didn’t know them all that well, but in February they invited me to a party. I had fun mingling with the other bears; then our hosts announced there were towels in a side room and the hot tub was open for business.
I sat around talking a bit longer, waiting for at least some of the first round of hot tubbers to return so it would be less crowded. After a few guys came back in, I went into the side room, got naked and wrapped in a towel, and made the barefoot dash through the dark, cold winter night and slid under the steaming water, alternating with a naked roll in fresh snow
.Several guys including a bear who called himself Doc followed me outside for a soak. Doc was a tall, forties-ish bear with a wonderfully hairy chest and thick beard that I wanted to play with. We relaxed in the steaming water, reaching under to trade foot rubs or play with each other’s by-now very relaxed dicks and balls (there is no shrinkage in a hot tub).
Doc and I began to devote more time to each other, necking or sucking on each other’s surfacing, bromine-soaked dicks. When Doc climbed out to go back into the house, I crawled to the side of the hot tub, keeping ahold on his cock. As he walked around behind me, I leaned backwards out and over the edge of the hot tub like I was practicing for the Blarney Stone, sucking upside-down on his still-hard cock, my own erection a steaming flagpole in the cold night air.
Once in the house, I put most of my clothes back on and returned to sitting around and talking. But I had really enjoyed the hot tub and after a while, went back into the side room to change again into a towel. I guess my earlier contortions impressed Doc, for he walked up behind me and wrapped himself around me.
I was just about to protest (seriously? but I was looking forward to another hot tub soak) when he started kissing me and pulled me into an adjacent bedroom. At first I hesitated, for there were already two guys there on the bed, naked and deep in the middle of some heavy cuddling. However, when they saw us, they just heaved aside to make room.
Doc and I laid down and continued making out, our dicks getting hard, next to the other two who were lost in their own little world. I wondered if our two twosomes would coalesce into one foursome, but no cross-fertilization (so to speak) occurred. And I forget what else happened sexually except that I put a condom on Doc and sucked him off, and I probably got sucked off, too. Eventually we cleaned up and returned to the rest of the party. One of the other guests came over and said hi, mentioning he was Doc’s partner. Doc hadn’t said anything about a partner. (I was still learning—remember Grey—gay men sometimes play around behind their partner’s back; years later I was to learn again.)
After another little while, I got up to thank my hosts for a great time and head for home.
As I was leaving, Doc came over and whispered that he wanted my phone number. Maybe he liked how I sucked cock. But I didn’t want to give it to him, though, saying instead that I was sure I’d see him around. I thought I had detected a touch of chill from his partner and it annoyed me to think I might be bearing the brunt of whatever game was going on between them. I didn’t want to be a part of it.
I saw Doc around town every so often but neither of us expressed any further interest.