Harry: So, Butch, when was the last time you went clubbing at the Man Cave?

Butch: Search me? It’s been a while, I don’t go clubbing much these days, as you know. How about you?

Harry: Same here. Ian and I haven’t been for some time. Last time we were there, we felt the atmosphere had changed. It’s still probably the best bear club in town, but there are fewer bears and more muscle Marys. The crowd felt younger than it used to be, too.

Butch: God forbid! Are we turning into a bunch of old farts? Actually, I’ve noticed that as well, especially in the last year or two. I think the Man Cave is slowly turning into a refuge for the clientele from numerous now defunct gay clubs in the city. Frankly, the dwindling number of options is becoming uncomfortably limited.

Harry: You’re probably right, I can’t believe many clubs that have been going forever have shutdown in the last couple of years. Of course, a few new ones have started up to take their place, but who knows if they will stand the test of time.

Butch: Who knows? I’ve read an article about how the gay scene is shrinking dramatically in recent years.

Harry: Let’s hope ours is like a phoenix and will reinvent itself in the near future.

Butch: Fingers crossed. You’ll surely recall when we first came out the main ways of meeting men was either at the bars, clubs, or saunas. These days it’s too easy hooking up online from just about anywhere, no wonder the traditional gay establishments are struggling.

Harry: Oh, the good old days! It’s so much simpler, no catfish, no bots. Well, we’re all guilty of it, I suppose. It’s so convenient checking out who is horny and available from the sofa, or even in bed, why make any effort to go out.

Butch: Yeah, and the choice is endless. At least so it appears, in reality it’s always the same few faces looking for sex, only now and then is there some fresh meat.

Harry: Personally, I think messaging or sexting back and forth can’t compare to real physical interaction. Also, with the amount of desperate men on offer, there is always a sexier guy only a click away, so we end up in a cycle of endlessly chasing after the “one”.

Butch: Sure, and Mr Perfect is bound to live half a world away, married, a psycho, or worse a scammer. It’s why I have more luck with meeting people at pubs like the Crown and Anchor here.

Harry: I thank my lucky star every day for finding Ian and no longer desperately looking for sex around the clock. Actually, I never did even when I was single, there was too much going on in my life.

Butch: I know what you mean. It’s fun to look now and then to see who’s new on the scene, but I tend to play mostly with my fuck buddies.

Harry: With the number of fuck buddies you have, I’ve no idea how you find time for work or anything else.

Butch: I don’t have that many, to be honest. It’s quality, not quantity, but it’s true there are a few chubby guys around who can’t get enough of playtime with me.

Harry: As long as you’re happy.

Butch: Oh, I am, and not looking to change that any time soon. See who’s back with our beer?

Harry: Thanks for the beer, Dix.

Dix: No problem. Here’s one for you, Butch.

Butch: Thank you. I see you've been chatting up Trevor at the bar again. Have you fixed up a date with him yet?

Dix: It’s not going to happen. I don’t think I’m his type, and he’s also married.

Butch: When did that ever stop gay men from hooking up?

Dix: He’s just telling me it’s his first year serving beer during Pride, and he’s not looking forward to working like a dog all weekend.

Butch: Is that a new form of puppy play? I guess we will see a few masters with their puppies collared and following obediently on a leash throughout the weekend as usual.

Harry: You really have a one-track mind. Seriously, I do sympathise with all the barmen, even if Pride is only once a year. Anyway, Pride Not Prejudice, everyone!

Dix: Pride Not Prejudice! And a fun weekend to all.

Butch: Let’s hope lots of sexy guys are out and about. Pride Not Prejudice!

Harry: Normally, it gets very busy anyway and this year with the good weather, it’ll be packed.

Butch: At least all the pubs and bars will make a killing. I’d hate to see another gay business go under.

Harry: Definitely. Oh Dix, while you were at the bar, we’ve just been talking about the number of gay business that have dropped in recent years.

Dix: Now you mention it, there are definitely fewer gay bars these days compared to when I first ventured onto the scene. Some long-running clubs and saunas have disappeared too.

Butch: Even though I work in IT, I do blame the internet for changing people’s behaviour, thus negatively affecting the gay scene.

Dix: True, it’s so easy finding sex and dates online, but I also think that the advance in the LGBT equality movement has an impact too.

Harry: How come? Surely it’s a good thing.

Dix: It is, but since it’s illegal to discriminate against the LGBT community and there’s more acceptance of people like us, a lot of the younger generation can be themselves anywhere they go. Specialist venues like gay bars and clubs have become redundant.

Harry: You’ve got a point. I think ten years ago I’d probably think twice before kissing or holding hands with my date in public except in a gay venue. These days, I’ve no problem kissing or holding hands with anywhere we go.

Butch: It’s like a double-edged sword, I suppose. For so long, we wanted acceptance and be included in society, but when it’s within reach, we missed being part of an exclusive club.

Harry: Can’t have the cake and eat it. There’s still something special and reassuring being surrounded by like-minded people in a place like this.

Dix: Yeah. I agree. It helps if they’re good-looking and sexy, too.

Butch: And naked is even better. Did you hear another branch of Dominion sauna has closed?

Dix: Not another one! I don’t go to the gay saunas much, so I haven’t been keeping tabs.

Harry: Which one is it? Not the big one by the cinema? I used to go there before I was married. It’s always immaculately clean, despite being busy most of the time.

Butch: That’s the one. I was surprised to see it reported in our local gay magazine. Apparently, the owner had been struggling to break even for some years and out of the blue the landlord demanded a big increase in rent. That was the last straw.

Dix: That’s really sad – I haven’t even been once.

Harry: It’s been years since I last visited, but I recall there was normally a good mix of guys from all walks of life. They also did a Bear Day every Wednesday, which was a big hit for guys like me.

Butch: Oh, I remember Bear Day. A few of my fuck buddies are regulars since many bigger guys are usually too shy to go on an ordinary day, but they’re in their element mixing with all the other bears.

Dix: Sounds like I’ve been missing out. Do you have any special memories of the place?

Butch: I’ve only been a few times myself. I seemed to attract all the wrong people when I was there. The ones I like were too scared to even look my way, with a few exceptions I suppose. Harry, you went more than I, surely you’ve a story or two to tell.

Harry: No, nothing stood out in my mind. There was a lot of hanging and wandering around, with the occasional fondle. Very much what you would expect at a gay sauna.

Butch: Ha! Nothing stood out at a place with countless hard throbbing penises craving attention?

Dix: Come on, Harry, there must be something fun you’re dying to share.

Harry: Let me think, well, there was this one time, I was sitting in the sauna with a few other guys, watching a couple playing each other’s cocks. It was pretty boring, so after a while I decided to go for a walk to cool down. A polar bear followed me out of the sauna and after making a few turns in that endless rabbit warren, I realised he was still behind me. He was easy on the eyes and I thought to myself there’s nothing to lose by saying hi. So I did.

Butch: I think you’ve told me about this before, years ago – but go on.

Harry: Most probably, knowing me. Well, after we exchanged a few polite words, the polar bear led me to an area with a sling and swiftly climbed into it.

Dix: Now that’s an invitation. I like men who are direct. Out of curiosity, what did he look like?

Harry: My memory of his face is a bit fuzzy, but he was short and bald, with a well-groomed thick white beard. Salt and pepper hair all over his chest and ball belly. Just your classic polar bear.

Dix: Nice. I wouldn’t say no to him, either, but I do have a thing for daddy bears. So what happened next?

Harry: Obviously, I went over to the sling, started kissing him and stroking his fur. His chubby cock immediately poked out of his round body, it was so thick I could barely get my hand around it. He spared no time wrapping his lips around my hard cock, getting his tongue inside my foreskin, and licking my mushroom head.

Dix: Sounds like the polar bear was hungry for your cock.

Harry: You guessed it. He soon moved my hand toward his hairy hole. It was tight but slowly relaxed at my touch and light massaging. He loved it and begged me to fuck him. As soon as his soft hole felt pressure from my cock head, it opened up and took the whole shaft in one move, all the way down to my balls. I could tell that wasn’t his first time and definitely a pro bottom.

Dix: I bet he loved feeling you inside him.

Harry: I think so, at least he was giving me all the right encouragements between moans. I kept pounding his fat arse and the sling rocked along synchronously. My gut was resting on his hairy ball gut, and I could feel his rock-hard cock was pressing between us, continuously milked by each stroke I made. Not sure how long it went on for before I noticed a dark beefy bear standing in a corner rubbing his big bulge under his towel.

Butch: Didn’t you tell me he was Greek or some Mediterranean bear?

Harry: Yes, I wasn’t entirely sure, but certainly looked like he was from that part of the world. He had short cropped hair, full goatee and thick dark hair all over his body. He could’ve been in his 40s, or younger, but it doesn’t matter. I signalled him over and asked if he would like to tag team the polar bear.

Dix: Who wouldn’t?

Harry: Exactly! The polar bear was literally in fuck heaven now, having not one but two tops servicing his greedy hole. The Greek bear dropped his towel and his fully erect dark meat bounced right up, nearly smacking his hairy solid stomach. The polar bear immediately put his mouth to work on that dark, meaty sausage, making it all wet and ready for action.

Butch: Didn’t you say that Greek guy was hung like a horse before?

Harry: Mmm… like most gay men, I might have exaggerated a bit. Anyway, I slipped my reluctant cock out and let the Greek bear have his go. The polar bear was having the time of his life – or day – oblivious to whose rock hard cock was sliding in and out of his hole.

Dix: Did you just watch while they were going at it?

Harry: Of course not! Instead of standing idly by, I pressed my body against the Greek bear’s furry back and reached my arms around his muscular chest, so my fingers could play with his tiny perky nipples. His firm hairy butt crack was brushing up against my cock and I thought it would be fun to force it inside to make a Greek bear sandwich. But before I got the chance, he turned around, kissed me deeply, and guided my throbbing cock back inside the polar bear’s well-used hole.

Butch: I’d tell the Greek bear it’s actually his turn to feel what my cock feels like inside his arse. Ops, sorry, I interrupted.

Harry: As I was saying, I was back pounding the polar bear while he in turn was playing with the Greek bear’s cock and body. After a while, the Greek bear disappeared behind me, and unexpectedly I felt his hands on my balls. He proceeded to pull and play with them, and that just tipped me over the edge. I shot so hard deep inside the polar bear, he could probably taste my cum in his mouth.

Dix: Ha ha ha. Who doesn’t like having their balls played with? Did the polar bear cum too?

Harry: No, not yet. When I pulled out of that warm arse, without a word, the Greek bear immediately sucked out the last few drops of my cum from my still hard cock before swiftly taking his turn at the polar bear’s sloppy hole. He doubled down on his efforts, and the sling was shaking so much I thought it might collapse.

Butch: Now that would be funny – definitely one to remember.

Dix: Since you have shot your load, did you leave them to it?

Harry: There’s no way I’m missing the grand finale. With one hand, I began playing with the Greek bear’s nipple, while the other massaged the polar bear’s meaty mushroom head. It wasn’t long when I noticed the Greek bear’s breathing quickened, and I knew he was ready to cum, so I increased the jacking rhythm of the polar bear’s cock. Instead of more moaning, the polar bear suddenly begged, “No, not so fast. Not yet. Not yet! NOT YET!”, but it was too late, my fingers could feel his cock was already pulsating and pumping thick hot pent-up cum all over my hand dripping down to his big hairy balls.

Butch: What? He didn’t shoot all over his furry chest and even reaching his beard?

Harry: He could have? It was dark and by then my attention was with the Greek bear. Feeling his cock squeezed every time the polar bear spasmed and pumped more cum out, the Greek bear grabbed the polar bear’s thick ankles and proceeded to uncontrollably thrust load after load of his semen into that big belly.

Dix: The polar bear must be exhausted after all the heavy pounding.

Harry: So was the Greek bear. It took a while before he came to himself and slowly eased his cock out of the well-worn fuck hole. He scoped up a big dollop of the polar bear’s freshly milked cum and tasted it before licking clean the rest off the polar bear’s sensitive cock. Breathlessly, the polar bear said, “Oh fuck, that was wonderful. I needed that so badly. Thank you, guys.” Both the Greek bear and I gave the polar bear a long wet kiss, and we walked off in opposite directions, leaving the exhausted but satisfied polar bear recovering in the sling.

Dix: Wow! The poor guy probably couldn’t walk properly for days after all the abuse.

Harry: I doubt it. I don’t think that was his first time getting royally serviced by more than one guy. Anyway, I did see him at the sauna again during subsequent visits, but never the Greek bear.

Dix: Did you play with him again? Wish I could be a fly on the wall and watch that polar bear being used.

Harry: Nothing like that anyway, it’s a one-off. I’ve a feeling that polar bear was married and possibly have a family. He probably just goes to the gay sauna to play with other guy’s hard cocks, get his fat arse pounded and go home to his wife.

Dix: I know what you mean. I’ve hooked up with plenty of closeted daddy bears before. It’s sad that some of them are trapped in sexless marriages and only find relief in the arms of strangers.

Butch: I’m sure not what I would have done if I was born and grew up in an age when sex with men was illegal. Probably would have ended up living a double life, just like many of them.

Harry: Not sure if I can picture you as a family man. For me, I think I’d turn into one of those “confirmed bachelors” that my friends and family would make it their mission to find me a wife and set me up on dates with any available females they come across.

Butch: Sounds like a nightmare to me! Thank god for the drag queens who put the Pride movement on the map, so I don’t have to live a lie. Well, nature calls. Also, it’s my round this time, isn’t it? I’ll get it now since I’m getting up.

Dix: Thanks, Butch. Same again.

Butch: How about you, Harry? I see you are not quite ready yet.

Harry: Obviously, I was talking too much for once and not drinking at my usual pace. Don’t you worry? My glass will be emptied by the time you are back.

Butch: Sure. Beers for everyone are coming right up.