Body hair is making a comeback!
Move over hairless twinks. Stand aside waxed wankers and depilatorized dudes – your bodies look like plucked chickens. Once again, the hirsute look is making inroads into the gay community. Long live beards and moustaches. Here’s to the return of pubic hair and furry ass cracks. Let’s hear it for thatched tummies, chest pelts, and back hair.
In this bearotica anthology, bears, cubs, otters, and their admirers, rub hairy body parts in a myriad of fashions as only Barry Lowe can write them. There’s humor in a young twink who wants to top his best mate’s Daddy Bear; sizzling cuckoldry when a bear watches his mate triple played on their living-room floor; violence and retribution in a relationship gone stale when a battered partner finds his inner grizzly; love and hope when an older bear finds his cub; and the best kind of revenge when a young twink who is constantly belittled as an ugly hairy duckling discovers he’s really a swan.
Bear Skin was originally published by loveyoudivine Alterotica and includes – Carbon Dating the Bear; Bumming a Fag; Four on the Bear Floor; Beauty, Mate; There’s a Bear in There; Busting a Gut; Steam Punk; Piss Elegant; and The Bear’s Guide to Depilatory Wax. – all previously published as individual eBooks by loveyoudivine Alterotica.
Carbon Dating the Bear
I’m as embarrassed as hell. Normally, I wouldn’t even consider appearing in public like this. Naked, except for handkerchief-sized red Speedos strung up between my ass cheeks like those Aussie lifesavers. I hope none of the neighbors is watching as I knock on the door to my best mate Robbie’s house, hoping he won’t answer the door. I’m praying it’s his dad.
You see, I have a problem. I’m 19, pretty good looking, not an ounce of body fat on my slim, okay, skinny frame. Long, black hair, which hangs seductively across my face. My dick is average size, between 6⅝”-7”, depending on which porn movie is in the DVD player when you measure. My body is twink hairless except for a clump of pubic seaweed, and my ass is smooth as butter and as bubbly as a balloon.
Okay, what’s the problem, you’re asking? The problem is I just can’t get laid. Let me rephrase that. I can’t get laid by the guys I fancy. I suppose two telling points I should mention here: I’m a bit on the, shall we say, less than macho side, nothing flaming, but you’d never mistake me for Russell Crowe. Plus, I’m a top. Sure, I’d love to reciprocate, but just the idea of a cock entering my butt hole sends my body into shutdown and sphincter central locks all entrances to the building.
Oh, did I mention my homme (yes, I’m studying French at college) of choice is a delicious, mature daddy with just a fleck of grey through his temples highlighting his desirability. Hair on his head is not essential. Hair on his chunky body is. The more fuzz that covers his body, the better I like it. The better I like it, the harder my cock gets. Alas, most men of that age either find it too arduous to douche or simply only have time to stick their dick in any available cubhole and squirt before racing home to the wife, husband or spouse of unspecified gender.
I usually satisfy myself with a quick fumble in a borrowed bedroom, a suburban shithouse, or a noirish alleyway, only occasionally going upmarket for a quick blowjob in someone’s Ute or family sedan with baby seat attached. Once I encountered a truckie, who was everything I ever dreamed of, until he took off his trousers and revealed he was wearing white stockings and a suspender belt.
No wonder then that last night I was running off at the mouth on meeting a gentleman of such proportion and charm that I was practically drooling. It was the occasion of a charmless party that I’d attended with mates Robbie and Viz. Unusually, none of us scored that night.
“There was no one there over 35.” I had moaned dramatically. Robbie and Viz in the back seat were indulging me, though not without a certain amount of eyes heavenward.
“And this was a problem why?” asked Robbie, the perfect straight man, in the theatrical sense and not in the sexual.
I put on my grandest voice. “It’s the same problem you will face one day when you realize you are no longer a Robbie and have become plain Rob, Bob or more pretentiously, Robert.”
He smiled. “Did that really answer my question?”
“There was a guy in the kitchen said he was 29, but he looked 40,” Viz said hopefully.
There was no stopping me. I was playing to the gallery. Actually to Robbie’s dad, known to me and Viz as Mr. Wardrop.
“Forty to me is like 12 in twink talk,” I said. “You should know that by now.”
Viz smirked. “So what is the age of consent for daddy bear lovers?”
I looked over at Mr. Wardrop and tried hard to ascertain his age. “I guess I’ll go as low as 45, if …” Damn! If only I had known Robbie’s dad was so hot I may have taken more interest and got strategic info, like his age.
“Cradle snatcher,” Robbie yelled.
I had been flirting outrageously with Mr. Wardrop since he turned up in response to our mayday message when we came out of the world’s most boring party to find our transport missing. Not stolen, but gone. Our driver, Gene, was notorious for dumping whoever he was with if a stray fuck presented itself. Obviously, it had and regardless of his protestations that he would not, he had stranded us. Problem: Too far out of town for a taxi, too early to get a lift with anyone else, and too close to curfew to take a chance. Solution: Call Robbie’s dad.
What a miserable party bunch we must have looked when he turned up. I was so pissed off I yanked the back door open and was clambering inside when his voice made me look up. “Let me guess. You must be Vincent.” He half-turned in the driver’s seat holding out a strong, masculine hand. His face was tanned and fit, and fucking gorgeous. I wanted to see more of him. So I elbowed Robbie out of the front seat and grabbed it myself.
And that’s why I was knocking at his front door. Alas, a very tired and disheveled Robbie answered.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I thought it was a great day for a swim. Got to keep healthy. And your dad has a pool.”
“It’s ten after seven in the morning and it’s 52 degrees outside. The sun’s barely up.”
“Depends on whose son you’re talking about,” I said as I adjusted my package in expectation.
It went right over Robbie’s head, “And why are you wearing your togs stuck up your ass like that? You better come in, otherwise you’ll get arrested.”
He led me to the kitchen and put on the coffee.
“What drugs are you on?” he said, appraising my provocative swimwear.
I couldn’t help myself. “He’s fuckin’ gorgeous.” I was jumping up and down in my enthusiasm.
“Your dad!” I screamed.
“Ewwww!” Robbie grimaced. “I wouldn’t go there. Anyway, he’s not even gay.”
Robbie and his elder sister, Kylie, had grown up dad-less after their parents had divorced when Robbie was five. There had been no contact until a few weeks before, when Robbie’s mother had announced she was running off with a young shoe salesman and that his dad would be back to help out with his college education in an effort to make up for all those years of invisibility. Robbie wasn’t sure he needed a dad cramping his lifestyle, especially now that he was stretching his sexual muscles.
“How do you know?” I was pouting.
“There are no Judy Garland, Barbra Streisand or Bette Midler albums or movies in his collection,” Robbie admitted.
“Shit!” Disappointment number one because I am and always will be a show queen. Are you beginning to grasp my problem here?
“What about ….”
“No, it’s all classical and jazz shit.”
“None that I’ve found yet.”
“That’s unnatural for a man his age not to have porn,” I said. “Girlfriends?”
“Nup,” Robbie replied.
“Boxers. Generic brand.”
“Stuff I gave him last birthday, practically untouched. You’re barking up the wrong geriatric here,” Robbie said. “For God’s sake, he’s got hair on his back. And he never goes to the gym. He can’t be gay!”
“Yum. He’ll never be able to resist my charms once I get going,” I boasted.
“May I point out,” Robbie interrupted, “that you are speaking about my dad here, and there is no way you are sticking your dick up his ass. It doesn’t bear thinking about.”
Robbie pulled a face as I smirked and got instantly hard.
“You’re disgusting,” he said.
“Who’s disgusting?” Mr. Wardrop asked as he came into the kitchen in his terry-toweling dressing gown that came down to just below his waist, revealing his strong hairy thighs. He saw me. “Oh, hello, Vincent. You’re up bright and early,” he said as he looked directly at my barely concealed erection.
“Just a close friend of ours,” Robbie said while his glare warned me to be quiet.
“Is there enough there for three,” Mr. Wardrop asked as he nodded at the percolating coffee pot but kept his eyes fixed on the flimsy material covering my cock and balls. “I just can’t get started without my morning caffeine fix.”
Note to self. Buy coffee beans on the way home.
He poured three cups and went to the fridge.
“Shit! We’re out of milk.”
I love a man with dirty mouth.
“Rob, be a good boy and duck down to the mall and get some milk and maybe some croissants for breakfast.” He took some banknotes from a jar on the breakfast counter.
“Okay, dad. Coming Vince?”
“No. I think I’ll stay here and keep your dad company. I’m not really dressed for the mall.”
Mr. Wardrop looked me over and nodded. Then he tossed Robbie the car keys and said, “Drive carefully, son.”
That assuaged Robbie’s temper a little, and he raced upstairs to grab his jeans. Once dressed, he was quickly out the door shouting a departing, “I won’t be long.”
“Any orange juice while we’re waiting,” I said as I wrenched the fridge door open. Mr. Wardrop had jumped up to stop me, but was too late. Yes, there was orange juice. On the top shelf. Just behind the milk.
I closed the fridge door slowly and turned toward him. As I pushed him back in his chair, I buried my tongue in his bushy smile. Then I had his robe open and was running my hands through the fur on his chest. His nipples were already hard as I sat on his knee facing him, feeling something else hard, as well.
He held me at bay for a moment. “Vincent, we really shouldn’t,” he said, but his cock said otherwise.
My response was to grip his throbbing meat in one hand while I fastened my lips to his nipple and sucked. He gasped as I slowly jerked him, and he brushed the hair from my face. He grabbed my wrist to stop me pleasuring him and then engulfed me in his arms. He was strong and masculine. And warm. He just held me and his heartbeat thumped against my chest.
He looked me squarely in the face and asked, “Why are you doing this?”
“Because you’re hot!”
He laughed. “I haven’t been hot for the past decade or more. I’m not even sure what constitutes hot in this day and age. I do know it’s not guys my age with too much weight, a beard, and way too much body fur. I’m so out of touch.”
I held his face in my hands and, to reassure him, I leaned in and kissed him while rubbing my hard-on against his belly. His tongue explored my mouth as I sucked, gently teasing him, and then we swapped. I entered him. There was no attempt at supremacy like there is most times with younger guys. No eager rush for release. Here was a man who knew how to take his time. His hard cock poked at my ass crack and I rubbed myself against him. I couldn’t help but sigh. Sex with Mr. Wardrop was going to be a gourmet meal not a rushed takeaway.
eBook Cover Price: 5.99
Length: 212 pdf Pages / 41664 words
M/M Drama, Gay Erotica, Contemporary
Heat rating: 4
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|Gay Dick For The Straight Chick 2|
|Gay Dick For The Straight Chick 3|
|Gay Dick For The Straight Chick 4|
|Gay Dick For The Straight Chick 5|
|Gay Dicks for Straight Chicks|
|Great Balls Of Fire|
|Hard On His Heels|
|Hold Me Tight|
|I, Succubus Incubus|
|Love With A Side Order Of Pelicans|
|New Jock in Town|
|Red Wine at Bedtime|
|A Six-Pack for Samson|
|A Touch of the Son|
|Baby, I’m Not A Monster|
|Breeding my Boyfriend|
|Busting Billy’s Butt|
|’Ceps Mad About Muscle|
|Chock Full of Jocks|
|Dude, Where’s the Bar|
|Four on the Floor|
|Gays of Wine and Roses|
|Hard On His Heels|
|How To Survive Love|
|I Was a Male Nympho for the FBI|
|Just Whistle While You Twerk|
|Like Father Like Son|
|Man of the Hour|
|My Boyfriend’s Full Load|
|Never Take Candy From Strangers|
|New Year's Steve|
|OMG! My Dad’s Got Tits!|
|OMG! Not Another Gay Erotica Anthology?|
|OMG! Satan Wants a Blow Job!|
|OMG! The College Jock’s A Nudist!|
|OMG! Santa’s got a Six-Pack!|
|Pride & Joy|
|Rough & Ready|
|Seven Card Studs|
|Sold by My Stepdad|
|Sonny & Shared|
|Sonny Side Up|
|Stocks and Shared|
|Spin the Bottom|
|Summer at Rainbow Cove|
|Tagged by the Crowd|
|Tagged by the Other Team|
|Tagged by the Team|
|Taking the Bait|
|The Boy Is A Bottom|
|The Day of the Cliffords|
|The Dex Factor|
|The Good, The Bad, And The Cuddly|
|The Gravy Train|
|The Groom Closet|
|The More the Merrier|
|Vlad The Impaler|
|Your Boyfriend Is Hot|
|Wanna Share Your Husband?|
|What Time Does Your Boyfriend Get Home?|
|A Christmas Load|
|A Free Man|
|Calvin and the Snow Queen|
|Cowboys and Indians|
|Daniel Does Amsterdam|
|Exhibitionists and Voyeurs|
|Happily Ever After|
|Hard At Work|
|History of the Big Payback|
|I'll Be Damned|
|Island of Lost Men|
|My Name Is Zev|
|On The Downlow|
|Prison Boy Toy|
|The Grady Bunch|
|The Love Boat|
|The Prince and the Dragon|
|When A Stranger Calls|
|Ain't No Saint|
|A Man For Every Occasion|
|Best Served Hot|
|Change Of Heart|
|Dom's Delights 1|
|Dom's Delights 2: Bachelor Party Blowout|
|Dom's Delights 3: Husbandly Duties|
|Four Weddings and A Scandal!|
|Love Springs Anew|
|Love the Sinner|
|Lust After Death|
|On The Naughty List|
|The Mile High Cub|
|The Virgin Heart|
|Underwear Maketh The Man|
|Run! Faggot! Run!|
|All For Love|
|A Reckless Affair|
|Bound by Consent|
|Desire & Deception|
|Not Such a Stranger|
|Red Wine at Bedtime|
|Seduced by a Stranger|
|The Velvet Gateway|
|Weathering The Storm|
|Friends with a Benefit|
|Mike and Danielle Broke Up|
|There’s Something About Brandon|
|A Red Rose Before Crying|
|All Out of Love|
|Beauty and the Leased|
|Bloke on a Rope|
|Christmas in July|
|Eternity Is The Color Of Cardboard|
|Everything’s Coming Up Roses|
|Granny Hill in A Recipe for Murder|
|He Won’t Send Roses|
|Homo for the Holidays|
|How Much is That Doggie In The Window|
|Mort’s Flying Steam Jalopy|
|Romancing The Bone|
|The Death of Peter Pan|
|The New Dad’s Club|
|The New Dad’s Club2|
|A Love in Progress|
|Calvin and the Snow Queen|
|Foam Roller Boys|
|After the Fall|
|Samhain Enchanted Evening|
|The Golden Horse|
|The Green Man|
|The Gypsy and the Witch|
|The Gypsy's Fiddle|
|Beauty and the Beast 2300 AD|
|Male to Order|
|Red Wine and Apple Sauce|
|Spa Trek: The Search For Cock|
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|Wild in the Streets|
|Wanna Share Your Wife?|