Tawdry Talk

hooray! dhpbear is home! Hooray!

I gathered up my blindfold and short flogger, and headed down to his hotel for this, our first meeting. I was freshly showered and wearing my favorite chrome cockring, and my balls were heavy with a three-day load. During the trip over to his place, I could feel my cock and balls swinging inside the denim of my jeans, anticipating the encounter to come.

He met me at the door, and damn, but he was even better looking in person: Dark blond hair, blue eyes, a ruddy beard so thick it looks unreal.

Well, he invited me in, and embraced. He smells good, too, I thought. He offered me a gin and tonic, and we sat down to drink our cocktails and talk. About thirty minutes into the chat, he was staring into my eyes very directly, so I stared back, holding his glance. I figured now was the time to make my move, so moved closer to him and kissed him, softly, gently and pulled back slowly. I grabbed his arms and pulled him close to me and kissed him again, tangling our mustaches. My cock was shifting in my jeans, stretching and filling the space. We continued kissing and exploring, his tongue and mine dancing a minuet in our mouths, darting back and forth, feeling the rate of our breathing increasing. I put my arms around him and crushed him against me, holding him close, and he started to pull my shirt up and off, the little mink. Well, I let him take it off and he rubbed his face against my hairy chest, murmuring his appreciation.

“Turn-about is fair play,” I said to him, as I lifted his shirt from his body. He’s a walking carpet, could give redbackfur a run for his money, with his thick, silken body hair covering him from stem to stern. Just beautiful, and as our chests pressed together, I kissed him again, and my erection was pressing into his crotch, grinding, and he was grinding right back.

I stood up and pulled him up with me, then put his arms around my neck, and grabbed his legs, lifting him up and wrapping them around me, while I carried him to the bedroom of his hotel suite, kissing him all the while. I don’t think anyone had ever done that before, because it made a delighted giggle escape his lips. I tossed him on the bed and jumped up on him, smothering him with kisses, my body atop his, his legs tangled with mine. We rolled around in the big bed for what seemed like an hour, but I had to get up and show him the toys I brought. He looked at me skeptically, but assured him that he was going to enjoy it, and that if he said “stop” I’d immediately stop, and if he said “slowdown” we’d give him some breathing space, so he donned the blindfold. My dick surged even harder when he put it on.

Blindfolded, prone, with cock and balls down between his legs, I introduced him to my flogger, running its leather cords up and down his hairy body, lightly. Best not to scare him too soon, y’know? Soon, though, he was writhing about, so I started using the flogger to strike his feet, the backs of his knees, inside thighs, his ass, armpits, wherever he looked sensitive. His sounds were growing louder and more insistent as I started flogging his ass and balls and the head of his dick, then to his feet and back, then back to his ass and balls. Crack! a sharp whip-crack on his balls had him squealing. Crack! another on his asshole and he was really feeling it. His dick was hard and drooling, and he was getting really into it.

I got up near his face and started rubbing the head of my dick across his beard and lips, he hungrily took me in. I flipped him over and positioned him to take me deeper into his throat. He gagged a bit, so I withdrew and we tried again, pumping my cock down his throat again and again. He couldn’t take all of me but he was game about it, so we kept it up. He was getting more and more turned on by my throat-fucking, and not too long into it he shot a big sticky load all over the furry body of his. Seeing that spurred my efforts and he was soon rewarded with the sweet-salty taste of my seed, shot on his tongue, beard, chest and belly.

Panting,
I lowered myself down onto him, and our loads mingled together on our bellies and chests. We cuddled for about a half-hour, then it was midnight, and i had to get home, so we cleaned up a bit, and said goodnight.

So, fallen into my lap is a campsite at Fife’s for Lazy Bear Weekend. It’s spot number 9, which is available to see on a map here. It’s a largish spot, can hold two or three tents, and is rated for up to 8 people. It’s for a Wednesday Check-in and Monday Check-out, and costs $100/night ($113 w/tax). July 13-18.

So, here’s the deal. If you have been thinking about going to LBW but didn’t have a space, or whatever reason was keeping you from going, here’s your chance. Contact me at paul@paulbrown.net if you’d like to get in on this space. Your cost would be a share of the nightly rate, depending on how many people were there for a particular night. You can stay for as much or as little of the stay as you like.

It’ll be fun! You know you want to…

I was a sailor in the United States Navy from 1988 - 1993. It seems a lifetime ago to me now. I was looking an an early version of www.paulbrown.net and found this picture of myself from when I had only been out of boot camp for a few months, taken at Halloween of 1988. God, was I really that thin? The raisin is my nephew, David.

http://www.bushflash.com/right.html - a great piece of flash. Thanks, nudewoody for pointing it out.

Happy Birthday, lfkbear!! Thanks for sharing your life in your journal - there have been times when you’ve saved my life by showing me that I’m not insane or alone in what I’ve been through.

Have you ever kissed a man and the feeling was so powerful that the rest of the world ceased to exist?

Do you believe in Love at First Sight? My parents, who will celebrate 43 years this year, only knew each other for five days before they married. Discuss.

So, one of the things I forgot to mention was that when kitchenbeard and I decided to head over to the Lone Star, we encountered that black guy that carries the “Jesus Christ Loves You” sign downtown all the time, usually around Powell Street Cable Car Turn-around. I’m sure you’ve seen him if you’re from around here. Anyway, I wanted to ask him a question, so I told Stephen I needed to talk to him, and I walked up to him.

I said to him, “I know Jesus loves me, but do you love me? If you don’t, then you’re not a Christian.”

He grunted and kept walking.