The Five Flavours of Bear Night

Sweet Running into grunter at the entry, you never would've identified him with the cataract of angst that fills his LJ. He was happily stamping all who passed by, mentally marking the cutests daddies for later. (He expressed a desire for two kinds of ink, regular and glow-in-the-dark, so he could find those daddies in the back room later.) When Rob [vide infra] first tried to button up his shirt again, grunter called from the sidelines, "Wait, what are you doing? You've got a fanclub here!"

Sour Ottr4bear and I had been in the back for only a few minutes when a cute daddy I'd been eyeing sidled up to him and gave him heck for wasting his time last gathering. Here he was, looking for a sweet boy to take him in so he wouldn't have to drive back to South Bend the same evening, and after talking to him for 45 minutes, ottr got up and left to return home to his man. At one point, he said to me, "You know this is all a joke, right?" and I replied that it was half in jest, full in earnest. But more about him later...

Bitter No bear gathering is complete without cynical commentary on the proceedings and vianegativa stepped forward to provide it. He helped remind me just how much I was enjoying myself.

Salty I owe ottr4bear. No, really, I owe him for telling the creepy, corpulent troll who singled him out that I had a "nipple fetish", so that the old guy switched his attentions to me, supplying a endless stream of information on how I could "pleasure" his nipples and what he wanted to do to my scrotum. I did my best to lie still until grunter made a sudden movement, distracting him long enough for us to make a break for it.

Umami At first, we weren't sure what we were seeing: Two rail-thin screaming queens, one in some blousy shirt and the other in a "cowboy" get-up suitable for a child's costume party. We assumed they were lost, but they kept on circulating, becoming ever more stumbly as the evening progressed. Were they deliberately trying to yank the bears' chains? Did they do this every night? Were they so pilled up that they thought they were at Wigstock?

HOT! BEAR! SEX! and musing on monogamy

Last night was something of a switch: I was too tired for sex and had to be talked into it by monshu. We've had to be a bit creative since he hurt his back in order to avoid reinjuring it and this usually amounts to him lying supine while I vary position. Plus, I have to worry about reflux right after eating (particularly when I'm served meat and potatoes with RED WINE), so it's best for me to keep my torso vertical.

You can see how this would be somewhat exhausting.

I complained earlier in the evening that my thighs were sore for no reason I could ascertain, so what did monshu have me do? Why, stand over him and jerk off while he laid there and banged his meat, of course. He likes to leave me with a physical reminder of lovemaking, though usually this consists of hickeys or sore nipples (you can't wear a shirt over them without remembering what you were up to the night before), not the screaming of my leg muscles.

I was, as sometimes happens, too exhausted to come, which drew things out, since he's a natural top who likes his partners to come before he does.
After about an hour, I collapsed on top of him, my head on his chest. I couldn't resist of chuckle, which he, naturally, wanted explained. It was prompted by a complex thought, so I balked at communicating it. Eventually, I came up with a one- or two-line summary.

( Here's what I was thinking: )