Butch: Not sure whether you know, Harry was a real catch when I first met him years ago and still is, obviously. Back in the day, plenty of guys chased after him relentlessly.

Dix: It’s not surprising. He’s a handsome bear with a great personality to match. Ian and him make a great couple. I don’t think he has ever told me how they met?

Butch: They are. If you don’t know the story, you should ask him one day.

Dix: I will do. So, how are things in Butch’s world?

Butch: Same old. Our team just released a new version of an app and luckily there wasn’t any major bugs, so we’ve started working on the next one. Outside work, still hitting the gym as usual and also have some fun with my fuck buddies when I feel the need.

Dix: Congrats with the release. I’m glad it went without a hitch. So how many fuck buddies do you have on speed dial at the moment?

Butch: Nosy, aren’t you? Not as many as you think! Don’t get me wrong, it’s exciting playing with fresh meat, but it can’t compare to someone who’s familiar and sexually compatible.

Dix: What, like a pair of boots? At least you know they are not time wasters. There’s also no fear of being robbed or beaten up by some psycho nutcase.

Butch: Definitely, but I doubt anyone will pick a fight with someone my size. I guess stranger things have happened.

Dix: So, did your fuck buddies show you a good time?

Butch: No complaint. Well, if you really want to know, one of them messaged me a few days ago looking to meet after work. He said he had been a bad boy and needed some much-needed discipline. Naturally, I ended up spending a couple of hours giving him what he deserved.

Dix: Nice one. I’m sure he’s well punished by the time you’re done. What’s this guy like?

Butch: Your typical cub basically, probably a size or two larger than you. He has a big bushy beard and probably hoping to turn into a bear in a few years’ time. Needless to say, a total sub.

Dix: Of course, aren’t they all? He sounds like your textbook type.

Butch: Oh, yeah. Very much so. Anyway, I went home after work, grabbed a few toys, put on a pair of heavy boots, and made my way to his house. When I got there, the door was unlocked and inside I found him blindfolded and naked, ready for action.

Dix: It’s lucky you're not a burglar, then.

Butch: No, but he’s got one big butt burglar instead! Maybe I should tie him up next time, he would’ve enjoyed that. Anyway, he was made to lick my boots clean, suck my cock and arse, before I opened his tight hairy hole with one toy after another. Once his hungry hole was suitably relaxed, I proceeded to administer a good old heavy pounding. He loved being nailed by my muscular body so much, his little cubby cock kept leaking precum.

Dix: I bet he was moaning like a cheap rent boy too.

Butch: He was a moaner alright, and a loud one. Only after I dumped a couple of loads inside him, was he allowed to touch his rock hard erection. As soon as I jammed my thumb into his now well-used hole, he shot uncontrollably all over his belly and fat tits. Even though he was all spent by then, my work was not done until I gave his sensitive mushroom head a good polishing and squeezed out the last few drops of cum. Before I left, I gave him a big hug for a job well done and went home for a big piece of steak to recuperate my energy.

Dix: You can be a real devil when you put your mind to it, but I bet he was expecting nothing less. Some guys will pay good money for treatment like that.

Butch: I don’t need the money and had fun doing it, so why not. Mind you, not all my fuck buddies are submissive like him. It’s nice to have variety.

Dix: Sure, like people say, variety is the spice of life. Well, sex life, in your case. Out of curiosity, have you ever thought about concentrating all your efforts on just one guy and eventually settle down like Harry?

Butch: For the time being, I love living my life without having to be accountable to anybody else but to myself, and I’m also having all the sex I wanted. That said, never say never.

Dix: Lucky you. Personally, I wouldn’t mind finding a nice daddy bear to call my own, but happy to wait until meeting the right one.

Butch: I’m sure you will do. Hey, Harry, you’ve gone for a long time.

Harry: Tell me about it, when did all these people show up? The bar was packed. Here is your beer, gentlemen.

Dix: Thanks, Harry. Butch was just telling me about all the sex he’s been having.

Harry: Really? Have I been at the bar for that long? Don’t tell me, he had been giving it to some furry Buddha lookalike guys?

Butch: No, he wasn’t bald, but not far off. Am I that predictable in my old age? Anyway, thank you very much for getting the beer. Was it sexy Trevor who served you?

Harry: Unfortunately not. Simon served me. Trevor was busy at the other end of the bar taking orders from a big group of bears, and one of them have a very nice arse.

Dix: Oh yeah? You have to point him out later. Anyway, let’s raise our pints to all the bears with hirsutus gluteus maximus here!

Harry: Yeah, to all those peachy hirsutus gluteus maximus!

Butch: And to the ones with big round fuckable hirsutus gluteus maximus! So, how’s the silver fox, Simon, today?

Harry: Alright, I suppose, he was too busy for conversation.

Dix: Do you know he has a new tattoo? He showed it to me earlier on when I was at the bar.

Harry: No, I don’t. What did he get this time?

Dix: A snake going around one of his thighs.

Butch: Is it a snake biting its tail?

Dix: Yes, that’s the one. How do you know?

Butch: Well, it’s the ouroboros symbol. Ouroboros has been used in a number of ancient civilisations to signify the cycle of life, and also popular with alchemists too.

Dix: Cool, that’s new to me.

Butch: You’ll probably have come across it before without knowing. It's widely used in popular culture, especially in the sci-fi genre.

Dix: No wonder you know about it.

Harry: I’m surprised you haven’t heard of it before, it’s frequently used in art too. Sometimes can be drawn as the infinity symbol like the figure eight instead of a circle.

Dix: Doesn’t ring a bell, but I’ll know what it means next time I see it.

Butch: I wonder if it has anything to do with losing his older partner Warren a few months ago?

Harry: Could be. They had been together forever. I was really sad when I found out he had terminal cancer with only months left.

Butch: Yeah, Simon held together pretty well considering. I bet he was probably in pieces inside. I can’t imagine losing someone after spending over forty years together. They were effectively inseparable.

Dix: I remember seeing Warren propping up the bar near closing time many evenings, but I’ve no idea he had been with Simon for that long.

Harry: Warren was a quiet man. We had spoken a few times, but can’t say I knew him well. He reminded me of someone’s grandpa.

Butch: He could be, I think Simon once said Warren was married before they met and had one or two children. Can you imagine, it was still illegal to have sex with another man back then?

Dix: No, I suppose we don’t know how good we have it until you meet someone who has lived through it.

Harry: Simon never said how they met, but it was not long after Warren’s divorce and during the early days after gay sex was legalised.

Butch: I’m having a hard time picturing Simon as a toy boy. No doubt the silver fox was a handsome man back in the day, as he is now. Minus a few wrinkles, I guess?

Harry: It’ll be hard not to like his cheeky smile and sunny disposition to life.

Dix: I wish I knew more about what they’d been through all those years. Must have many interesting stories. Well, this is to Warren and Simon.

Harry: Warren and Simon.

Butch: Warren and Simon. Maybe one night, when the bar is quiet, Simon could recount some of their adventures.

Harry: Yeah, I’d love to hear them, too. Hopefully, Ian and I will follow their example in the years to come.

Dix: It must have been so hard looking for sex decades ago without hookup apps, mobile phones, or the internet.

Butch: You’d be surprised, I’m sure they managed just fine. I still remember learning the hanky codes when I first explored the gay scene. How about you, Harry?

Harry: Of course. In a way, the chase was more fun without these technological advances. It felt like being part of a secret society with all the code words, signs and signals.

Dix: I’ve heard of the hanky thing too, but never got to grips with it. It’s too easy checking out someone’s profile and finding out the whole laundry list of what he’s into and not.

Butch: The young people these days! I think you should hang a dark green hanky on your right pocket. Actually, also a red one and a brown in that pocket for good measures.

Harry: You’re terrible, Butch! Don’t listen to him, Dix.

Dix: Now I’ve got to look it up.

Harry: Oh, you can do it later. Mind you, I think you can still see people sporting coloured hankies in some leather bars and clubs, but it's a dying tradition.

Butch: Now you mentioned it, it has been a while since I’ve seen guys with them. Used to be more common.

Harry: Have you used them before?

Butch: No, not really. If the other guy doesn’t have the balls to come up to talk to me, I doubt I would be interested. I'm fairly flexible as to what I like to do and willing to try, apart from a few red lines, obviously.

Harry: Same here, but probably a lot more vanilla compared to you.

Butch: There’s nothing wrong with vanilla as long as you both enjoy yourselves.

Dix: I think most guys are vanilla compared to you, Butch. Personally, I don’t find bondage, or the master slave thing a turn on.

Butch: Each to their own, but you should give it a go, maybe a cigar smoking big daddy bear will show you the way one day. Honestly, it’s not full on leather and whips all the time with me, either. Believe it or not, I do enjoy conventional one on one naked fun too. It all depends on whom I’m with and my mood that day.

Dix: We’ll see. One thing I wouldn’t mind trying is sex in the great outdoors.

Harry: Really, Dix? I’ve no idea you’re a closet dogging exhibitionist.

Dix: I’m not, and I don’t mean doing it as a show like these dogging enthusiasts. Just maybe in a secluded place, somewhere quiet and off the beaten track. It must be marvellous wrapped in the arms of a nice big bear while feeling the hot sun on our bare skin.

Butch: Aren’t you full of surprises? I’ve always known you’re a big exhibitionist fairy. You’ll be in your elements at a clothing optional gay camping grounds in America, literally.

Dix: Who are you calling a fairy? If anyone is a fairy here, that’s you.

Harry: Neither of you are fairies, immature children may be. Actually, someday Ian and I’d love to pay those campsites a visit too.

Butch: I’ll be happy to join you guys if I’m invited, as long as you provide bug spray.

Dix: Me too, and you can leave the bug spray to me. I know the best ones.

Harry: Of course you guys are welcomed. It’s a shame, to my knowledge there aren’t any places like that in this country apart from a few nude beaches, but they are not the same thing.

Butch: True. When it comes to gay nude beaches, I’d rather go to Sitges or even Gran Canaria. Didn’t we have fun last year in Sitges? My fuck buddies were really impressed with my all-over tan after the holiday, and probably a bit jealous too.

Harry: You did spend a lot of time walking up and down the beach, showing off your naked body like a stag in heat.

Butch: Did I? It certainly wasn’t intentional, and I don’t recall challenging other alpha bears for a rut. I was surprised there were so many guys I know there. I ended up stopping every few yards for a chat, and it took forever trying to get from one end of the beach to another.

Dix: Don’t complain about being popular.

Butch: I’m not, but they’re mostly bears who had messaged me online before, only a handful of them I personally know well.

Harry: Ian and I just enjoyed doing nothing apart from people watching and going for a dip when we got too hot. The sea was beautiful, no wonder so many guys were mingling with their mates while bobbing along the gentle waves.

Butch: Yeah. I spent my share of time in the water, too. Mind you, the guys floating nearby were definitely doing more than just mingling in the water.

Dix: With so many bears in the sea, it’s hard to avoid them, but it was fun watching couples and groups getting frisky with each other.

Harry: We’re all consenting adults, so why not? Ian and I had our share of fumbling in the sea too.

Butch: I noticed. And I think you had also picked up a few hotties to join in now and then.

Harry: Honestly, I’ve no idea from which direction they drifted in, but we’re not going to say no when they’re irresistibly sexy and horny.

Dix: You guys were in one of the groups? No one told me. I’m so envious.

Harry: How come? Both Ian and I caught glimpses of you in the sea being very friendly with a number of daddy bears yourself.

Butch: That’s right, I once saw you with a polar bear. It looked like you were trying to eat him alive.

Dix: Oh, you did? I thought we were quite discreet. He was a good kisser and has lovely big nipples to chew on. He couldn’t keep his hands off my cock underwater, it was hard trying not to cum too quickly.

Butch: Good for you. And knowing you, he wasn’t the only who one fell victim to your charms.

Dix: Well, there were a few over the holiday, but I won’t complain if there were more.

Harry: Glad you enjoyed yourself. Don’t want you feeling left out.

Dix: I'm not sure if I would go on a holiday like that by myself. It’s nice having my alone time, but also not looking like a Billy no-mates at restaurants or bars.

Butch: Luckily, you’re pretty low maintenance. Otherwise, that’ll the last time you come on holiday with us.

Dix: Is that a compliment? I would definitely love to join you again if I’m invited.

Harry: You know, you’re more than welcomed.

Butch: Yeah. All this talk about the sea has triggered my bladder. I’ll be back in a bit.

•••••

Dix: It’s funny watching Butch trying to push his way through the crowd.

Harry: I know. The Crown and Anchor is not really designed for guys of his build. Can someone explain to me why so many bear pubs are unbelievably tiny?

Dix: Ironic, isn’t it? I suppose these traditional pubs were built at a time when people are of a smaller stature. It doesn’t bother me much, but I do wish there’s more room in the toilet.

Harry: Tell me about it! Those urinals are so close to each other, I’m practically rubbing shoulders with the guy next to me whenever I try to take a piss. And I’m by no means the biggest guy here.

Dix: Yeah, whoever’s standing at the next urinal can easily reach out and hold my cock for me.

Harry: I’m sure you wouldn’t complain if some bearded mature daddy offered his assistance, but I doubt that’s what the architect had in mind when he drew up the plans.

Dix: That daddy better be absolutely stunning. Still, it’s not my idea of an introduction. I was told it was very common decades ago, when cruising at the public urinals was many gay men’s favourite pastime. I think it’s so funny the Americans call them “tearooms”.

Harry: Just like we have “cottages” here, and I believe cottaging still happens nowadays. Some of those old Victorian toilets are infamous.

Dix: Life must’ve been tough being gay back in those days.

Harry: Definitely, but I bet they had their share of fun too. Maybe even more than we do.

Dix: It’s incredible the progress gay rights have made in the last few decades, but there is still more to be done.

Harry: Do you know even after homosexual acts had been decriminalised in 67, many gay men were still arrested for “gross indecency” at public toilets for years afterwards? Given the same situation, I would most probably be in trouble too. It’s nearly impossible not to check out all the cocks on show.

Dix: It’s only natural, I suppose. I’m the same, just like on the nude beach in Sitges. It’s fascinating how cocks come in different size, shape, and colour.

Harry: And it’s nice to see not all men are horse-hung like most porn stars. These giant hot dog size penises might turn the size queens on, but they don’t do much for me. Personally, a nice short and thick “fireplug” shaped one suits me just fine.

Dix: Now you are talking! I think those freakishly large cocks are really more of a curiosity. There’s nothing wrong with an average size one, but a big mushroom head won’t hurt.

Harry: Well, unless it’s jammed inside you too quickly!

Dix: Is that speaking from your own personal experience? Talking about big cocks, here comes Butch in his obscenely tight jeans.

Butch: Why are you staring at me like that? Are you talking about me behind my back again? It’s my jeans, isn’t it?

Dix: Of course we were talking about you, what else?

Harry: I do think you have outgrown those jeans. I can clearly see your bulging wallet, or are you just happy to see me?

Butch: OK, OK. I got the message, these jeans are going into the charity shop pile.

Dix: Or you can sell them online, together with your used underpants. I bet there are guys who will pay good money for them.

Butch: You must be kidding. I’ve seen guys advertise their cum-stained jockstraps in online auction sites, but I doubt anyone would want my hand-me-downs.

Harry: You’ll never know. You can always personalise them with some of your DNA, maybe even take a video of you doing it to show its authenticity.

Butch: If only I were a famous porn star.

Dix: These days anyone can be famous, just look at those good for nothing influencers.

Butch: Spare me, I’m not that self obsessed.

Dix: I know, but the whole social media thing is quite addictive. I only use it to keep track of exotic plants I come across and share little gardening tips, but it still feels good getting “Likes” and people leaving positive comments.

Butch: Sure, as long as you don’t take it too seriously. After being in the IT business for so many years for my sins, I just know too many pitfalls from cyberstalking to trolling. There are lots of complete nutters out there.

Harry: I don’t get it when there’s an accident or something. We paramedics are trying to do our job saving lives and the passer-by insisted on getting in the way taking videos, so they can share them with all their followers. Crazy world!

Butch: It sure is. So, have you saved anyone recently, Harry? Are you working this weekend?

Harry: No more than usual and I’ve a long shift taking up most of the weekend, at least I get a few days off next week.

Butch: That’s good. You deserve it, do you have any plans for your days off?

Harry: Not really. Ian will be working, so I probably end up doing a few things around the house and catching up with some reading.

Dix: Maybe you can pop around my garden centre for a few new plants for your home, and we can go for a coffee afterwards.

Harry: Thanks, Dix. That’s not a bad idea. I’ll drop you a text when I’m free in town next week.

Dix: Great, I look forward to it. I can do with the distraction from shuffling paperwork. Anyway, it must be infectious, it’s now my turn to empty my bladder. What do you guys want to drink? I’ll get them on my way back.

Butch: Thanks, Dix. Another beer for me, please.

Harry: Same again, thanks. See if you get to flirt with Trevor this time round at the bar.

Dix: Doubt it, he looks busy.

Harry: Just put on your best smile and don’t forget to leave him a generous tip.

Dix: I’m not that desperate. Well, apart from desperate for a piss. Be right back with your beers.

Butch: Go, and I expect a full report when you return.