Bears Like Us

Now that Tumblr has pronounced folks like us as unclean, sinful and naughty, where did everybody end up?  Has there been some form of consensus?  Are we still just scattered… vaporized like micro-droplets in a vast cloud?

@FurrXXX - my porn Twitter account; the SFW one just drops the XXX.

plus.google.com/+FurrBeard - well, until April when it shuts down too

mewe.com/i/furrbear  - my account on MeWe, where a lot of G+ people go now

furr-a-bruin.dreamwidth.org - And I have a LiveJournal too, same name.

Scruff & Growlr, BearForest and BBRT are my primary “hookup” apps/sites under various names.

STOCKY: of solid and sturdy form or build; thick-set, having a strong, stout stem, as a plant.  Add stock to soup to make thicker.  Expands thicker everywhere.

HUSKY: big and strong; burly, having a semi-whispered vocal tone; somewhat hoarse, as when speaking with a cold or from grief or passion.  Carries bulk in various places.

BURLY: large in bodily size; stout; sturdy.  Rough or swaggered.  The security guard was too burly to get around.

PORTLY: rather heavy or fat; stout; corpulent.  Archaic. stately, dignified, or imposing.  Size in mid-section.  The portly man was lazy.

STOUT: bulky in figure; heavily built; corpulent; thickset; fat: firm; stubborn; resolute.   He is getting too stout for that shirt.

STUBBY: of the nature of or resembling a stub.  Short and thick or broad; thick-set or squat: stubby fingers.  He’s getting as stubby as a fireplug.

PLUMP: well filled out or rounded in form; somewhat fleshy or fat.  Not very firm, inflated in places; his plump belly jiggled as he jogged.

CHUBBY: bulbous, swollen, pumped; well-rounded, bulging in places, in the cheeks, fatty areas. His chubby bum looked bloated.

PUDGY: short, fat, thick; distend, inflated, oily.  Cub was pudgy after we had that pizza and beer.

BUXOM: full-bosomed, healthy, plump, cheerful, and lively.  He was buxom and invigorated after the hike.

HEFTY: heavy; weighty: a hefty book. big and strong; powerful; muscular: a hefty athlete. Impressively large or substantial.  He is so hefty from lifting weights.

ROTUND: round in shape; rounded: ripe, rotund fruit. plump; fat.  Full-toned or sonorous:  His presence was grand and rotund.

The taxi pulled over in the parking lot of the plaza nearest the exit. The driver was in a hurry to respond to another call by the dispatch. I wasted no time to get out and wave goodbye. He put me in a good mood venting about his recent vacation to Brazil with his family. But as I turned to cross the lot filled with evening holiday shoppers to my destination, nervousness gripped me again. “This is it” I thought. “I’m finally meeting the man behind my fantasies”.

Two women left the Restaurant/Bar in laughter as I approached. Their scarves swinging in the wind. I looked into the frosty decorated windows to see the place busy and packed. I squinted for that familiar silver bushy face I came to meet. Before entering what was a noisy environment, I pulled out my phone to check that this was even the right place. I remember him telling me an hour ago the place was ‘mostly all ours’.

“Excuse me miss, do you have a bathroom?” The curly haired spectacle waitress pointed directly in front of me down a hallway, to a bathroom sign. Shaking my head, I put a hand on the door to push and it happened. I walked right into him and fell into pitch black…

“Are you okay son?” said a clear but low gruffy voice. I opened my eyes to find myself sitting on the floor of the bathroom, a wet pad of paper-towels on my lap and a burly man on either side of me. On my right was a black-haired latino bear leaning on the sinks. His circular beard complemented his short spiked Mohawk. On my left squatted “him” smiling and looking at me with such intensity. Bald and silver furred, his almond shaped shiny brown eyes pierced my soul. “You gave me quite a shake, cubby! I didn’t think I’d meet you in this manner.” Mr Piers let out a short laugh and grasped my hand. “Al thank you son” he said to the other man who grinned, winked, and left. “Come cub, dinner is on me”. He took a firm hold of my arm and pulled me to my feet and back into the dining area.

Mr. Piers led me to an empty table for four just behind a fish tank wall to obscure some of the light of the room. Then we ordered our meals: him some veggie burger deluxe and me something light and cheap, not wanting to spend much of his cash. He insisted I don’t pay when I offered to, and just giggled and stared when I looked continuously nervous. After a moment, he took my hands and just held it in his. His skin felt warm and comforting. Then he cleared his throat and said, “How’s your day handsome? Did you have trouble getting here?” I just shrugged and replied with a simple 'no’.

For some reason I couldn’t speak or look at him but kept on smirking. I found it odd; When we chatted online for hours about topics of interests, I didn’t hold back anything on my mind. For nearly two years we sent pictures of ourselves back and forth doing random daily activities and while I often worked on how I should express myself to him, he seemed to receive me as someone open and free. He’s taking my new attitude pretty well and his welcoming vibe is what I wanted. Now I can hit home run.

“I read that argument you had with that guy about a recent story you posted.” I said just before our food arrived. By now I let aside how sexy of a daddy bear he was and looked him full in the face, our hands still together as one. “Oh yeah,” he sighed, “Its not easy being an Author.” The waitress came with our food and I started to dig in. Mr Piers politely asked before she drifted away if he could get extra honey mustard. I sat up in my seat sipping ice water and looked around. Christmas music played on the speakers and folks happily talked and ate. I could see by the bar area the bear named Al was talking with another guy just as furry as him and holding a pint. They were watching a hockey game on the TV above.

“Thank you honey” he told the waitress. He grabbed his burger and took a big bite. He looked at me smiling at him and winked. “Not bad” he gulped. “I was recommended this plenty of times. First my great-grandniece was eating a veggie wrap at her job. She’s living healthy and claims I should too. Unfortunately she doesn’t really know who I am. To her I’m just an elderly rough looking neighbor who once saved her from an abusive boy in a car when she was a teen.” I looked in awe and he shook his head. He did mention he was old, but I figured that was a joke. Still wondering, I noticed a bear claw tattoo on his pinky and something popped in mind. His pinky resembled one shown in an illustration photo for his WereBear transformation story, 'The Moonlit River’. I hummed along to the music played.

“…then two of my boys said they tried it with some chips and guacamole. So I thought I’d give it a go. Want a piece?” He broke off an inch and placed it on a napkin beside my chicken tenders and fries. “Thanks!”. I pushed onwards. “You said you have a lot of cubs?” “Yes I do! A big loving family.” He exhaled. “A bear like me requires support. Someone to work alongside with”. I understood that. I myself felt incomplete. Longing for a man to love. But not just any man. This big, stocky built, long silver-bearded man sitting across from me looks the part in my heart.

I pointed at his little pinkie tattoo and he grinned. I asked him, “That’s Jeffrey’s symbol in that story The Moonlit River?”. He nodded and said in a lower voice, “Yes it is. And fun fact, I based him off of myself. Jeffrey met his Papa who gifted him with Ursinethropy and dealt with the consequences of going undercover. Having to eventually make a new identity.” He sipped his drink and continued, “Its the common routine for my kind. Meant for our safety. But we blend in with modern gay culture and our ways are hardly questioned. Think of Super heroes. Would they-”, “I was gonna say that. That’s why fiction can’t mix perfectly with reality.” Daddy Piers looked slightly crestfallen. “Reality is projected and taught to be what the popular vote says what was found. Huh! Notice why this earth continues to spin son”.

He took another huge bite of his burger. When I couldn’t find a response to that, He deeply growled, “Think about it”. Then it dawned on me; Mankind haven’t discovered everything that exist yet. Mr Piers gave me a haughty look. “No we haven’t.”. He read my mind with his gaze. A sign of his known telepathic ability. “For example cub, I want you to look around the room again. You see anything of a pattern?” He waited as I scanned around the wooden colored atmosphere. I watched the other people enjoying their time. The waitress reach over into a window to take a tray of food from the chefs in the kitchen. Steam rising out with her. I saw no pattern. I shook my head and the bear smiled, “All the groups of men sitting at a table without a woman are burly and hairy right?”. I checked again. They were indeed.

As a matter of fact, Al started looking familiar too. I imagined a leather muscle bear I seen in a porn some weeks back. A photo of him was posted on Pier’s tumblr for another post. Could this mean…? “My were family. My biker gang. Well part of it. This place is one of our hangout spots. We get along with the staff and owners here. They serve us well”. Excitement coursed through me. It was difficult to swallow this; I targeted Piers alone. I didn’t expect a possible orgy in the offering. And reading Piers’s stories, I’m assuming how things go down with him now.

I ate my food with difficulty taming excitement. I sat and vaguely listened to him talk about trucks and other motors and repairing something for shipment up north to Minnesota. My thoughts were in the gutter: My eye’s explored Pier’s silver hairy chest hairs visible from above his dark green shirt and my ear’s heard just his voice. Oh how I’d like to hear him moan and roar. Then he quietly said something about marijuana but my brain turned that to whispering commands. With my boner painfully poking the cotton of my briefs in my jeans, a part of me became impatient. “I never rode on a hawg before. I thought I saw one outside.” He downed his glass and turned to look. “There should be more than one bike. Spade prolly moved them to the back”. A red bearded long haired bear looked up towards us and smiled. Mr Piers fastened to get up. “ Let me show you what we’re working with Timmy boy”.

I followed the beast to the doors where he patted a few men and waved to the staff in the back who returned the gesture. Back outside in the night, I felt the cool breeze hit me. We strolled on the sidewalk to a pathway between the Restaurant/Bar and a hardware store that led us to the back area. I heard him whistled with the wind. “Where do you stay cub?” “At my parents house. Why get a hotel room when you got family who love you and can spare a room? My room! I was raised there.”

We approached a set of parked motorbikes. “Right! This is your hometown. You came to visit them and meet me conveniently”. He sat down on a Bloody Red Harley. Under the lights of the buildings, I surveyed each vehicle, they all sported a suit of armor logo with a bear paw. This must be the symbol of his club. Piers turned and pulled up his shirt to show a huge tattoo on his back. Under his layer of fur, I saw the symbol. “My boys all have it too but on their upper right arm.” I decided now was the time to reel him in. Getting close to feel his bulk from behind, I spoke in my slutty voice, “I wonder how I can get the tattoo”. I felt him laugh and reach into his pocket. He turned back around pulling out a cigar lighting the tip. I kept my hands rubbing on his sides and we stared at each other for what seemed like half an hour.

Guessing what he was thinking, I found myself weighing the opportunity and risks for the hundredth time. 23 years of living brought me to a mindset where I already knew the concept of life and found my destiny. Back in Washington DC where I live, I achieved an Associates Degree in college and got a career as a Janitor with a hobby playing guitar at a local music venue. My interest in the Sci-fi genre got me through my years. This is how I met Piers online and as I felt part of the gay bear community, it served to be icing on the cake.

Piers puffed on his cigar and held it out for me to take. I shook my head, “I’m not a smoker”. “You said you vaped once before”, he retorted. “ Just try it out. What you’ve got to lose?”. Instead of taking it with my hands, I leaned in to put the tip in my mouth. I inhaled for a second and exhaled facing down. The smoke flew back up to pass between our faces. This close to Piers, a distant musky scent I got from him magnified. It did pleasures to my nose. I grinned at him and got closer taking a noticeable whiff.

He repositioned himself on the bike seat and patted for me to sit down with him. I did and felt a comfortable sensation. Heat radiated from his body and the wind died down. He lifted his thick strong arm around me in an embrace. If I didn’t have eyes or ears now I’ll assume I was home in a warm bed. I faced his way to see I was leveled to his beard. An urge made me tilt in to try to get his beard to cover my face. This made Piers shake with laughter. But I reached a point of no return. A new urge made me lick his somewhat salty neck. Piers dropped his cigar and increased pressure holding around my back. He let out an audible growl. “Timmy my boy…hold on”. I pulled away looking up at him. My lips centimeters from his. “ Look you done made me drop a smoke cub. That’s saying something.”. I looked forward.

A stray cat crawled into view and jumped into a dumpster in the distance. Then a light above flickered a few times and I heard Piers breathe deeply. His big belly touching my elbow. “Listen son, we’ve been in contact for a while, you show interest in my stories online and even donated some money to help my cause saving wild animals that need care.” He bent down halfway to decide if he wanted to pick up the dimming cigar or not. Choosing to step on it, he continued, “I see something in you that makes you special…” I knew what he was gonna say next. I’m undoubtedly kindred to his were family and I didn’t need to wait to hear him finish.

As I lunged from the seat to get my face leveled with his, simultaneously he prepared his body for me to sit on his lap. His arms reached around my lower back and ass and mine reached around his head to kiss him completely. Our tongues wrestled for a minute until he gained dominance and invaded my mouth. I sucked his tongue like I didn’t want it to end. Then I felt him pull my shirt up off me breaking the kiss for a moment. He did the same with his and began rubbing all over me encouraging me to do the same. His fur felt soft but warm. He licked my cheeks and starting kissing my neck, feeling and twisting my nipples. This zapped me with electricity. My body tried pushing him away on instinct but he positioned my legs locked around his waist.

“Oh Daddy!” I couldn’t keep it in. I was so hard and to top it off, I felt something poke my ass through my jeans. My heart threatened to explode! It knew I was on the verge of getting fucked for the first time by a real cock. Not the rubber dildo I left at my apartment in DC. “You want this don’t you son?. You want a good time tonight? I can take you right here or give you a ride to my place. Spend a night or two. Introduce you to my cubs and their playful gambling habits hehe.” I expected this offer and wasted no time agreeing to the ladder. “OK but let me just warn you once more. I have cond-” “I want it Mr Piers! I’m ready for your seed. No protection.” I interrupted.

I made my decision. I had a plan on how to hide my future conditions to my parents and still keep in contact. They’ll believe I’ve been working out and could stand me growing a full beard to look macho. My father would be happy to see I got into motorbikes like him when I join a biker club. Plus with no dependencies, going off the radar was considered child’s play.

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