Butch: What’s the time? I think I’ll have one more beer and go.

Harry: Already? It’s still early. Do you have a hot date later?

Butch: Yeah, one of my fuck buddies is free tonight and wants to meet.

Harry: How you keep track, I’ll never know? At least, I’m happy to hear you won’t be sitting at home wanking to internet porn.

Butch: No chance of that. There’s nothing wrong with a nice long wank to hot chunky guys humping each other, but obviously nothing compared to the real thing.

Harry: So, is he someone new, or one of your old favourites I’ve heard all about before?

Butch: I don’t think I’ve mentioned Samson before. We’ve only met a few times, and it already felt like we’ve known each other for ages.

Harry: Is that right? What does he look like? Don’t tell me, he’s big and chunky.

Butch: Of course, he’s big. As you know, I have nothing against slim or muscular guys, but they just don’t do it for me sexually. Anyway, Samson is in his 30s, a little shorter than I am and just as wide. He used to take part in strongman competitions, but gave it up after an injury. Although the intense trainings have stopped, his eating habit hasn’t, so he now looks like a bodybuilder who has gone to seed. He still has a pretty formidable build and now works as a bouncer. It’s his night off tonight, and he fancied some Butch’s quality time.

Harry: I get the picture, he must be quite a hottie. I bet no one will mess with a bouncer like him. You couldn’t imagine how often I lust after big, hairy bouncers.

Butch: Sorry to disappoint you, he’s no fur ball like you or me. Samson is black, second generation Jamaican, born locally, so apart from a good covering of jet black wiry chest hair, his dark skin is pretty smooth everywhere else. He kept his hair cropped short and has a bushy goatee.

Harry: He still sounds pretty sexy, although I thought you usually go for chubby white meat.

Butch: What made you say that? Skin colour doesn’t really make any difference to me, but I seem to attract more fat and hairy Caucasian bears, that’s all.

Harry: I know what you mean. Just look around this pub, I can count all the non-Caucasians with one hand. So is he hung like those porn stars from the Caribbean you see online?

Butch: I’ve no idea where people’s obsession with BBC comes from, and I don’t mean the TV channel. The size of someone’s cock is probably the last thing I care about. Well, if you really have to know, Samson’s cock is as substantial as mine, apart from he is cut. Just imagine a thick black rod topped with a deep pink mushroom cap permanently on show. It would look seriously impressive if it’s not framed by his massive thighs.

Harry: I’m just curious, that’s all. You know me, I’m no size queen. Since you guys seem to have good chemistry, are you going to keep him as one of your fuck buddies, or could there be something more?

Butch: No, don’t get me wrong, Samson is a great guy, but unfortunately not really boyfriend material for me.

Harry: Why do you say that? I thought you said you two are getting on well, and surely the sex is amazing.

Butch: It’s complicated. You see, he only come out about a year ago and still trying to find his way through his new identity.

Harry: I see. It’s never easy, especially considering his cultural background.

Butch: Exactly. You see, until a year ago he had a long-term girlfriend, and she stumbled across loads of gay porn on his computer, together with clips of him fucking other men. Naturally, she dumped him and outed him to everyone.

Harry: Ah. That’s terrible, but probably happens a lot these days. Like we just talked about, even though it is easier being gay nowadays, many people still choose to stay in the closet for one reason or another.

Butch: Yes, I agree. Samson is one of them, and spent years trying to keep up a macho appearance to his peers. Well, at least now the cat is out of the bag, so he doesn’t have to deceive himself and lie to everyone around him any more.

Harry: So how did you meet him?

Butch: What do you think? He messaged me via a gay hookup app, like so many these days. At first, I wasn’t going to reply since he didn’t post any picture of himself, but after reading his profile, I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

Harry: That’s very generous of you. I generally ignore people without pics or a face pic.

Butch: He did send me a face pic without any prompting after the initial greeting.

Harry: Good for him. Don’t you hate people who start a chat with a cock pic, or worse, a pic of his hole spread wide opened.

Butch: Tell me about it. I immediately block them. If that’s their best feature, I don’t want to know.

Harry: I gather it didn’t take you long to meet up for sex, then? Is he a good lay?

Butch: Hmm… Honestly, I’ve had better. Most of his gay sexual experiences tended to be quick anonymous sessions, so he still has a lot to learn. He told me the men he met were mostly after hung black guys and all they wanted was to suck his big cock or roughly take it up their arse, so he usually didn’t have to do a lot besides getting hard and shooting his load.

Harry: Really? That’s awful, he’s a human being, and not just a sex object!

Butch: Indeed. There’s a lot more to him than meets the eye. One time after sex, while still stark bollocks naked, he picked up his guitar and started singing “Sittin’ on The Dock of the Bay”. He has a deep baritone singing voice, and it was amazing watching his meaty fingers working the strings.

Harry: Wow. I can’t remember anyone serenading me after sex before! You must’ve showed him what he has been missing all these years.

Butch: I try my best. He’s a lot better at giving blowjobs now after some pointers. He has also discovered nipple play. The first time I worked on his nipples, he was so turned on by the novel sensation, he even shot his load without touching his cock. He was really surprised because he has never experienced a hands-free orgasm before.

Harry: You are a pro, that’s why. Sounds like he has a lot to learn still.

Butch: It was fun showing him new things. Last time we met up, he said he’s ready and would like to try to bottom.

Harry: I hope you’ll be gentle with him, your big cock could put him off anal sex forever!

Butch: Don’t you worry, it’s not my first rodeo, and I’ll guarantee he’ll be coming back for more.

Harry: Such modesty! Ha ha ha.

Dix: What so funny? What have I missed? Here is your beer.

Butch: You’ve gone a long time. Were you chatting Trevor up at the bar again?

Dix: No, not this time, Simon poured these pints. I had to make a detour for a quick piss before I went to the bar to relieve the pressure building up in my bladder, that’s all.

Butch: I hope you washed your hands after touching your cock.

Dix: Who do think I am? Anyway, you must’ve had plenty of dirty cocks in your mouth before.

Harry: Don’t you guys start. Well, Dix, thanks for getting the beer. Here’s to Pride Not Prejudice and a weekend fully of sexy men!

Butch: Absolutely, Pride Not Prejudice! And thanks for the beer, Dix.

Dix: You’re welcome. To Pride Not Prejudice! It’s good seeing you guys as usual. So what are you guys laughing about?

Harry: Butch was just telling me about his hot date tonight.

Dix: Oh yeah? Do tell. Any leather, ropes, or handcuffs involved?

Butch: Only if you’re my date. It’s not all about kinky sex with me, you know, I can do vanilla too.

Dix: That’s not what I’ve heard.

Harry: The lucky guy tonight is a little inexperience, so Butch is taking him under his wings and showing him the tricks of the trade, as it were.

Dix: Oh, if you’re giving lessons, maybe I should enrol too.

Butch: I doubt there’s anything I can teach you that you don’t know already. Surely, you’ve learned plenty from playing with all your daddy bears.

Dix: I did pick up a thing or two from a number of experienced daddies I’ve met, but like they said, “When you stop learning, you stop growing”. Come on, what’s your date tonight like?

Butch: He’s called Samson, about your age, beefy and black. He works as a bouncer and came out not long ago, so still exploring his sexuality.

Dix: I see. He’s fortunate finding a nice guy like you to show him the ropes. Believe it or not, I can’t recall ever having sex with a black guy. I’ve seen pics of a few hot black daddy bears online, but never met one in real life. Actually, the majority of the daddies I’ve played with are white, plus a few Hispanic ones too – and that’s about it.

Harry: It’s not uncommon, I felt the same way too. You know me, I like everyone, but sexually there are definitely some shapes, sizes, and colours I prefer more than others.

Butch: I understand. We all have our preferences, like I’m into chunky bears. Ironically, Samson told me he fancies white guys more than his fellow black men. It’s funny how some guys like clones of themselves and other ones like their opposites.

Harry: That makes life more interesting. It’ll be very boring if everyone goes after the same type of guys.

Dix: Exactly. Variety is the spice of life.

Harry: Aren’t you full of clever proverbs today, Dix? I do draw a line with it comes to straight sex. It does nothing for me.

Butch: Me too. My cock must be sexist since it stays asleep no matter how hard a woman plays with it, but fully erect and throbbing simply in the presence of a naked chubby bear.

Dix: Not sure whether I want to picture that, you’re putting me off my beer.

Harry: Talking about bears from other parts of the world, many years ago, I did play with a hairy Japanese bear who was visiting.

Butch: Did you? They’re a rare breed indeed. There are plenty of self-confessed Japanese bears online, but nearly all are as smooth as a baby’s bottom. A few do have a few strands of hair between their pecs and around their nipples. I had more body hair than that when I was a teenager.

Harry: It’s all down to the genes. Many guys love the delicately smooth Japanese and Asian men.

Butch: Is it wrong, finding some sumo wrestlers sexy? Especially if they’re covered in fur, I wouldn’t say no, given the chance.

Dix: Why doesn’t that surprise me at all?

Harry: This guy I met was no sumo wrestler, but quite stocky with rounded features. He has a full beard with fine dark hair covering his chest and gut. Apparently, he’s from an island called Okinawa where many men are hairy as opposed to the rest of Japan.

Dix: Is that right? I didn’t know that. All the men in Japanese gay porn looked smooth to me.

Harry: It’s why he was stuck in my mind, and the sex was a lot of fun too. Although his cock was modest in size, his enthusiasm more than made up for it. He told me Japanese men have very dirty minds and love trying anything kinky.

Dix: Yeah, some of their gay porn did look pretty extreme, and not really my thing.

Butch: On the contrary, they sound like my kind of men. It’s a shame none of them have crossed my radar so far. If you ever come across a big hairy Japanese sumo wrestler into kink, do point him my way.

Harry: You’re terrible. Do you know sumo wrestlers are considered sex symbols in Japan?

Dix: Are you kidding? Maybe I should get fatter and take up sumo wrestling.

Butch: I bet you’ll be pretty good at it. All the pushing and shoving can’t be far off from playing prop during a rugby game, apart from wearing nothing except a skimpy jockstrap.

Harry: It’s not a jockstrap, you philistine! It’s a kind of belt called Mawashi similar to the idea of Fundoshi, the traditional underwear Japanese men wear.

Butch: Aren’t you a walking encyclopaedia of knowledge? Remind me not to play Trivial Pursuit against you, ever!

Harry: It’s just because I’ve always had a fascination about Japanese culture, that’s all. Hopefully one day I’ll visit Japan and experience it in person.

Butch: Really? And I thought I know you well. Talking about Japan, I could do with a big bowl of chicken ramen with a few gyozas right now.

Dix: How come you are hungry all the time? I’m curious about what it’s like wearing those loin cloth things. Must be a pain to take off when one is bursting for a piss.

Harry: I’m not sure, never worn one before.

Butch: You should try it, Dix. I think you’ll look quite sexy in it, showing off your meaty arse and big bulge.

Dix: Thanks, is that a compliment from you? It must be my special day. I better mark it down in my diary.

Butch: Don’t worry, I won’t make a habit of it.

Harry: If you’re interested, there is a video online by this sexy bear couple teaching men how to put on a fundoshi.

Dix: Yeah? Send me the link. I’ll have to check it out, purely for educational purposes, obviously.

Butch: I think I’ve seen it before, it’s really hot. Even though those bears are not my classic type, I wouldn’t mind a play date with either of them any day.

Dix: So what lesson are you going to give your sexy bouncer date tonight?

Butch: You are nosy tonight, aren’t you? He told me the guys he’s met before usually took one look at him and presumed he’s a total top, so he’s never taken a cock up his arse before. Last time we met, he said he would love to try to see what the fuss is all about.

Dix: You must feel privileged being the first guy penetrating that tight virgin butt hole.

Butch: I suppose, if you put it that way. A couple of my fuck buddies bottom so often, their holes simply open up effortlessly at the touch of the tip of my cock.

Dix: I know what you mean. A number of the daddy bears I’ve played with before were so experienced in being fucked, with a single thrust my cock was already balls deep inside their hairy arse. But I'm not complaining.

Butch: Now, that’s something we have in common.

Harry: Well, it’s my turn to drain my full bladder while you guys compare notes about loose butt holes. I’ve already heard too much.

Butch: Go, I know you’re an expert with all things butt related anyway.

Harry: I don’t know what you mean. God knows how we stayed friend all these years? I’ll be right back.

•••••

Dix: Well, Butch, I hope you’ll bring plenty of lubes for your eager student tonight.

Butch: There’s no need. He’s cut, so naturally he has a large supply of lube ready for action.

Dix: Good. It’s been so long since my first time, I can barely remember the details any more.

Butch: I’m sure you do, no one forgets their first time. You must recall something.

Dix: If you insist, it was with this guy – I suppose these days – we would call friend with benefit. That was way back when I was at uni and just started experimenting, but till then never got further than handjobs or blowjobs.

Butch: I can relate to that. It’s a big step, at least it used to be in my book. I found the present generation of gay men are so influenced by all the easily accessible hardcore internet porn, anal sex is practically mundane for them.

Dix: Yeah, you’ve a point. Actually, a few polar bears I’ve played with won’t do any penetrations at all. They told me it’s just never been part of their sex life.

Butch: I understand. Believe me, I enjoy topping a nice fat arse, but it’s not essential to a good time. So what happened with your “friend with benefit”?

Dix: You see, there was only one gay bar within a convenient distance from my uni, and it had a good mix of students, factory workers, white collar guys, and retirees. Naturally, I was drawn towards the more mature men there and became friendly with one especially.

Butch: I know you always like your older daddy bears.

Dix: That’s right. Of course, I don’t really know the concept of bears back then, but in retrospect, Robert was definitely a bear by all standards. He was over my age when we first met, so that’ll make him in his mid-50s. He wore a pair of classic horn-rimmed glasses above his greying dark brown beard, and was always smartly dressed with a collared shirt stretched over his belly with the top buttons undone, showing off his long chest hair.

Butch: Just your type, then.

Dix: Very much so, but I didn’t really have a type back in those days. I was young, always horny, and would probably play with anyone interested. I have to say, there weren’t many, though. Anyway, I saw Robert frequently at the bar, and we gradually became good friends. He knew I was into botany and handy with the garden, so one weekend in Spring, he asked me to give him a hand with digging up a couple of dead shrubs in his garden, so he could replace them with new plants.

Butch: I can see where this is going. You got sweaty, took your top off, he offered you a cold drink and one thing led to another, you were naked in bed with him. This storyline is used in porn so often, it’s literally a cliché.

Dix: That’s simply a case of fiction reflecting real life. In fact, that’s not what happened, but I will spare you the details, and yes we ended up naked, sucking each other’s cock like there’s no tomorrow.

Butch: So predictable.

Dix: Now, thinking back, it’s kind of corny. Until then, none of the guys at uni I’d played with knew how to give oral sex as well as Robert, so it wasn’t long until I couldn’t hold back and let him suck and swallow all I had to offer. Although it took me a couple of minutes to catch my breath, but my cock stayed hard.

Butch: Sounds like your balls weren’t completely emptied yet.

Dix: It didn’t help that he kept playing with it. After a while he reached over, found a bottle of lube and generously applied it to my rock-hard cock. I thought he was going to jerk me off, but I was wrong. Like a gymnast, Robert stood above me, squatted down, impaled himself on my erect penis and took it all the way inside him.

Butch: Not his first time, then.

Dix: Obviously not, but it was mine. His warm wet hole felt so wonderful and every time he fucked himself on my cock, his furry butt would brush against my cock shaft, sending shivers all over my body. He was loving the sensation of my young hard cock stimulating his prostate. And needless to say, the feeling was mutual. I think I lasted longer this time since I already came once, but the excitement and pleasurable sensation was ultimately too much. I firmly grabbed hold of his waist and proceeded to pump my second load deep inside his gut. He must have been a psychic because the moment I started to orgasm, he too shot a big load of white cum all over my body.

Butch: What I would give to be that age again, cumming time after time and still not enough.

Dix: Well, we cuddled for a long time in our sticky mess afterwards, and that concluded my first time.

Butch: Oh, is that it? He didn’t top you in return? I thought you were telling me your first anal sex experience.

Dix: Yeah, that was my first time pounding a nice hairy arse. It was some time after that when I eventually tried to bottom, but I don’t think there’s enough beer in me to talk about that.

Butch: OK, I’ll hold you to it. What happened between you and Robert afterwards?

Dix: Neither of us were after a relationship, so we stayed friends and had sex once in a while. I moved away after uni, but we stayed in touch for years and met up for a beer when possible. Sadly, he suffered a heart attack and passed away a few years ago.

Butch: I’m sorry to hear it. He sounded like a good friend and undoubtedly value your friendship.

Dix: I certainly benefited from his experience, both inside and outside the bedroom, and I remember him fondly to this day. That’s enough about me. I’m sure your fuck buddy Samson will have a memorable time tonight.

Butch: We’ll see. I'm not going to rush him. You know my cock is well above average in size and the last thing I want to do is to hurt him and put him off ever trying again.

Dix: That’s very considerate of you. Hey, Harry, we’re still talking about butt sex, so you haven’t missed a thing.

Harry: And I thought I was gone for a long time. There was a queue for the urinals and the cubical was occupied. I had a feeling a couple of guys were making out inside – can’t they just find a room? Anyway, much better now and ready for more beer.

Butch: Inconsiderate guys like that really piss me off. As I was saying, tonight I’ll let Samson take charge as to how far he wants to go. I’ve a feeling he will be nervous and tense, so naturally clinching his hole tightly shut.

Dix: You’ll never know! He might have been practising with a big dildo, and you’ll have no problem sticking your big cock in.

Butch: Judging from my experience, practising by oneself and doing it with someone else can be very different. It’s always a good idea to see how he handles a finger or two first.

Harry: That’s what I’d do, too. Some guys find poppers help to relax their sphincter muscle, getting ready for action.

Butch: I’ve already bought a new bottle especially for the occasion, in case he wants to try some.

Dix: It’s not unusual to see my daddy bear hook-ups with bottles of poppers on their bedside tables. A few of them even displayed dildos of various shapes and sizes next to their beds like ornaments.

Harry: Are you serious? Better than rolls of girlie dolls, I suppose. Just who would have sex toys on display?

Dix: Since a lot of them live alone, so why not have your toys handy when you have the need?

Butch: I'm like Harry. Even though I don’t have many visitors, but there are things best kept out of sight.

Dix: With the amount of gears you own, you’ll probably need a huge trunk or a spare room to hide them all.

Butch: It’s true, I have accumulated a few through the years. I just like gadgets. Look at the time! I should drink up, go home for some food, and head to Samson’s.

Harry: If you’re still hungry after your dinner, you can eat Samson’s arse for pudding.

Butch: Mmm… I love chocolate pudding. Now that’s a thought. I’m not sure if he has ever been rimmed before.

Dix: That’s another thing you can show him and have him practise on you in return. It’s a win-win situation.

Butch: You’ve a point. I can imagine his goatee feels great scratching against my hole.

Dix: It’s been a while since someone chowed down on mine.

Harry: I think that’s enough talking about eating arseholes.

Butch: Well, you started it. I bet Ian loves licking your hairy hole out.

Harry: Even if he does, it’s none of your business. He is pretty good with his tongue, though.

Dix: I’m so jealous. You're a lucky man.

Harry: I know. So Dix, since Butch has a hot sex date lined up tonight, if you’ve no plans, fancy having a few more drinks and keeping me company?

Dix: Normally I would, but I’m hoping to have an early night and hit the gym in the morning. I just want to look my best, just in case my shirt comes off at some stage after the parade.

Harry: You know you look good as you are, but I won’t force you to stay. Sounds like I better call it a night as well after this pint.

Butch: I’d kept you company usually, but no can do tonight. Booty call. So, what time will Ian be back?

Harry: He won’t be home until the performance is over, at least it’ll give me time to make sure my uniform is pressed and ready to wear for the parade.

Dix: I’m sure you’ll look very smart as usual. Lots of guys love a man in uniform!

Harry: Isn’t that mostly armed forces uniform? I’m not sure about paramedic ones. Regardless, it’s the person wearing it that counts.

Butch: You’ll never know! There is bound to be someone into medical play, and dying to have his balls and prostate checked.

Harry: I’m not that kind of doctor, but I’ll be happy to give you a full examination any time. So, have you decided where are you going to watch the parade this year?

Butch: Normal place – close to the start I think. After the parade has all gone past, I’m going to get some food, and it should be about the right time to meet you guys here after I’ve eaten.

Dix: Cool. I can imagine the entire area be packed because of the good weather. You’ll probably find me on the street with my pint outside the Crown & Anchor after the parade.

Butch: Don’t you worry, I’ve your number, just in case I couldn’t see you. Right, my beer is gone and, I’m off, see you this weekend.

Harry: Have a fun time tonight, Butch.

Dix: Bye Butch. See you at the street party.

Butch: Bye, guys.

Dix: Harry, I’m going too. Hope you don’t mind.

Harry: Of course not. No doubt there will be plenty of drinking over the weekend.

Dix: Yeah, I’ve taken the whole weekend off, just in case I've a massive hangover on Sunday.

Harry: I like your forward planning. But if you’re lucky, you could find yourself waking up with a daddy bear by your side Sunday morning. Every year, many horny daddy bears are coming out of the woodwork during the Pride weekend and looking for a nice cub like you to play with.

Dix: One can only hope. But to me, Pride is not just about sex, it’s the acknowledgment that sexual relationships are not exclusively between a man and a woman. Also, gender is a spectrum rather than an absolute.

Harry: I absolutely agree with you. Just when did you become such an intellectual?

Dix: What? No one’s ever called me that before! I must be rubbing off you and Butch like some kind of psychic osmosis.

Harry: I doubt it. You’re more likely to pick up bad habits from Butch. We do enjoy chatting over a few beers with you.

Dix: I appreciate that. Anyway, I better be off. Have a good night and say hi to your sexy husband for me.

Harry: Will do. Be good and see you after the parade.