I met this guy at a gay bar on New Year’s Eve night in 1985. I had just entered the building and was making my way through a large crowd of men when this guy intercepted me and immediately began talking to me about wanting a big bear to pound his “man-pussy.” I remember looking at him and noticing that, while he was drunk, he was “cute” in a nearly emaciated sort of way. He was probably on drugs as well as booze, but he was very slutty and at that time I was in a horny mood … most of my friends were nowhere to be found and it was New Year’s Eve!
Since I’ve only given an abbreviated description of myself before now, I’ll pause to sketch you a more complete picture. I’m 6’1” tall, have a football player’s thick and sturdy build with broad shoulders, strong arms and legs, dark brown hair (now turned grey), a trimmed mustache, and glasses. I’m definitely a bear, with a significant amount of soft hair on my chest and my stomach, a thick bush around my crotch (that my husband makes me trim just a bit so it doesn’t get “wild”), and hair on my back, forearms, and legs; while my butt has some fur on it, it’s not overly hairy. In 1985, at the time of this story, I would have been 21 years old and weighed about 220 pounds - mostly thick bone, muscle, and a little too much padding. I worked out regularly (and still do), and so while I trend toward bulky and have never been “cut,” I’m wasn't then overweight and most gay guys have usually thought I was handsome and desirable. Twinks and twunks both love me, and I them. I’m a grower, and when fully erect my cock is 7.5 inches long and 6 inches in circumference, with a heavy mushroom-shaped head, a thick urethra, and prominent veins on the sides of my shaft. When hard, my dick stands out straight from my body; when wearing a cock ring (as I do now that I’m older) it swells slightly more to about 7.7 inches in length and 6.5 inches in circumference. My balls are moderately sized, not large, and they don’t hang far from my body. I pre-cum quite a bit more than most men that I’ve met, and I cum a lot on the first and second orgasms, much less on any additional “downloads.” I’m a “Versatile/Top, meaning that I usually take the dominate role in sex – as my stories here indicate – but, occasionally, I really enjoy getting fucked.
Back to today’s story. This drunk, high, red-headed twink was standing in front of me dressed only in a cut-off t-shirt that reveled a perfect little tummy and prominent ribs, a pair of tight, wet underwear, and nothing else. Being horny and not stingy, and since the guy was a twinky little slut, I decided to oblige his request. We went into the bar’s “back room” where he led me to a table and then immediately went down on his knees, dropped my pants and underwear, and began servicing my cock. I don’t really like having my dick sucked, so after maybe a minute of this – during which he actually managed to take me from semi-hard to a raging boner – I pulled him up by his arm pits, removed his tight fitting t-shirt from his skinny torso and his underwear from his scrawny ass, then laid him down on the table and began exploring his body. He was very skinny, with a pronounced abdominal vacuous (which is always a huge turn-on for me), prominent hipbones, and an outie belly button. His penis was moderately sized and was starting to stiffen up from my attentions. As I touched his body all over, and kissed parts of it, some of the other guys in the room turned to watch while either masturbating or being, themselves, sucked by others. A couple of guys were fucking in various positions, some with an audience, others without. It was exciting doing this in public, realizing that some of these guys were getting off watching me have my way with this slut.
In the shadowed red lights, with a heavy smell of sweat and cum in the air, I lifted the red head's legs to expose his man-twat. It was gaping wide open, and I could see dried cum around its cavernous edge and also on the inside of his upper thighs, so I knew he’d already been fucked that night … and, by the volume of dried cum, almost certainly more than once. My heart began racing as I realized that (1) this hole would be hot and very mushy inside, and (2) this was VERY dangerous: the AIDS scare was beginning to sweep across the country and the panic had reached the Midwest, where I lived, but most of us didn’t know what to do about it. Still, the gaping maw of this twink’s ass beckoned to me, and my dick was achingly hard, heavy, and dribbling pre-cum with excitement, so I threw caution to the wind and slapped my cock down on his ass crack, its head resting against his ball sack. He demanded that I fuck him, and since there were lube packets scattered around (one of which someone handed me), I did. His hole WAS sloppy and mushy, and it felt amazingly hot, wet, open, and very very wrong. Some of the other guys in the room began gathering in close as I fucked; one fed his dick to the red-headed slut while most of the others just masturbated themselves as they watched me fuck him. One guy to my left was getting pounded in the ass by another guy while he stroked his cock and watched as I fucked Mr. Red Head. A man on my right stood really close to me, put his hand on my ass, and pushed with my thrusts to make sure I got as deep into the slut’s hole as I could manage. It was hot, it was heavy, it was nasty, it was dangerous, and I was getting very excited by all of it. I knew that if one of my fuck buddies had been with me, they’d be on the table getting pounded by one of these other bastards, and that thought somehow excited me even more! The total anonymity of this ran entirely against most of my past experience, and yet I was really getting off on it. After a few minutes, yet another guy came up behind me; I felt his hands also on my ass as he leaned in behind me, pressing his front to my back, while he whispered encouraging words into my ear about fucking Mr. Red Head. He ran his hands down my front, on either side of my cock, on to my thighs, then back under to cup my balls and tug on them. For a moment I thought the guy was going to fuck me, but he never did; he just seemed to want to feel me pounding the other guy. After a minute or two of that, he moved off and I never saw his face.
I remember gazing down at the red head’s body and admiring his slender frame. While the light was dim and red in the room, I could still see my dick, hard and heavy, glistening in meager light as I pulled out and slid back in. My heart was racing with excitement, and I began to feel myself mount upwards toward an orgasm as I continued to pound into this guy. I then began angling my thrusts upward slightly more and sifted my attention to the hint of a bulge in his very flat lower abdomen between his now-hard dick and his outie-belly button. I reached down, placing my hand over the bulge, and felt myself pressing upward inside him. This sent my head to spinning with excitement and I began pounding up into him even harder. After a couple-dozen thrusts, I took the guy’s hand and placed it there, bellow his belly button, and told him “that's me inside you.” He moaned agreement, but otherwise seemed to be in a fog of his own. All around me, the guys who were watching began cheering me on, telling me to “fuck him deep!”
As a result of all these thoughts, the sights and sounds around me, the strong smell of cum in the air, the slut’s super-skinny body, the closeness of the other guys and their lust, and the soft and sloppy feel of that ass, it didn’t take very long for me to blow my load inside this red headed slut. I kept my cock half-way inside his ass as I pulsed out my wad, looking down with other guys to watch as the bottom third of my dick spasmed with each shot as I injected a bucket of cum in the slut’s abused rectum. The other guys cheered me again as I unloaded into the twat, and I felt their congratulatory pats on my back, my ass, and my sides. It was VERY hot, and very nasty, and I was very very satisfied. After my orgasm subsided, I pulled out and stepped back for a moment, only to watch as one of the guys who had been standing beside me and had watched me dump my load, knelt down and slurped my cum straight out of the slut’s ass. That was super HOT, too, and almost made me want to stay and try for another round. But I was actually hoping for sex with someone else that night, so I patted the slut’s abdominal vacuous, said “thanks,” pulled up my underwear and pants, and left.
It was a good New Year’s Eve.
