Dix: Who’s Rafa, Harry? Should I know him?

Harry: Not sure. Rafa is a sexual health nurse working at that clinic. If you’ve been before, you’ll have seen him. Beefy Hispanic cub with a dark goatee and cheeky smile. Hard to miss.

Dix: I might have. Normally, I try to keep my head down, stare at my phone, and avoid eye contacts with anyone whenever I’m there like most people.

Harry: There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Sex is part of life and unfortunately so is sexually transmitted diseases. He’s probably too young for you, so doesn’t register on your gaydar.

Dix: Maybe? I’ll look out for him next time I’m there for a check-up.

Harry: He’s a really nice guy and have been working at that clinic for a long time. You’ll like him. You know, some of the things he has seen will put anyone off sex for life.

Dix: I’m not surprised. Not sure if I want to look at spotty dicks and leaky arseholes all day.

Harry: You get used to it, much like looking at bleeding wounds and broken bones for me.

Dix: That’s true. Or handling creepy crawlies for me.

Harry: Oh god, yeah! Rather you than me, I gladly let Ian deals with all the bugs at home.

Dix: You do know, they are mostly harmless. So, did you meet Rafa during training?

Harry: Not really. I actually met him because of Ian. Rafa always takes good care of Ian every time Ian has his blood test there, and we started chatting as you do. Gradually, we got to know each other pretty well.

Dix: OK. I’m surprised, Ian doesn’t strike me as someone who sleeps around a lot.

Harry: He doesn’t. Don’t you know Ian is HIV positive? Those tests are just routine to make sure he’s fit and healthy.

Dix: Oh. I’ve no idea. I don’t know what to say.

Harry: I thought we’ve told you before. It’s no big deal. Thanks to the miracle of modern medicine, as long as he takes a pill once a day and the virus remains undetectable, he’ll probably out live me.

Dix: I remember a few of my daddy bear friends telling me horror stories from the early days of the AIDS pandemic, when gay men were dropping like flies. It’s a scandal how it wasn’t taken seriously until so many of their friends were lost.

Harry: I agree. Nearly a whole generation of gay men were wiped out just like that. It was indeed a dark time for the gay community, but thanks to their efforts and persistence, these days being positive is no longer a death sentence for Ian and many others.

Dix: Yes, I know. Are you positive too? Oh, sorry, I don’t mean to ask something so personal.

Harry: It’s OK. No, I’m not. Looking back, maybe being a top helped, but it’s all down to trying to not take unnecessary risks and simply sheer dumb luck.

Dix: I’m relieved to hear it. Of course, it doesn’t make any difference to me whether you are positive or negative.

Harry: Ian told me he’s positive when we first met. Frankly, I’ve enough medical background to know it’s not an issue if we take precautions. Nowadays, research has shown men like Ian with undetectable viral load can’t pass on the virus anyway, which helps to remove any trace of subconscious worries whenever we have sex.

Dix: I can imagine. All you guys have to worry about are the cum strains left around your house. But seriously, I’ve seen it advertised in the gay mags, and some guys even put U=U in their profiles.

Harry: I hope the message is slowly getting across. Also, for guys like us who are negative, these days we have the option to take PrEP to keep us from getting infected.

Dix: You know? I’ve thought about that before. Some of the daddies I’ve played with are already on PrEP, but still, I insisted on wearing a condom whenever I play with them. They might be protected from HIV, but there are plenty of horrible diseases one can catch from raw bareback sex.

Harry: Yes, but thankfully, most of them are treatable. Obviously, it’s best not catching them in the first place. On top of it, now and then, I read about the odd drug resistance strains, which can be pretty scary.

Dix: It’s unbelievable how guys like your friend Rafa still have sex.

Harry: Why not? I see people breaking bones from playing sports all the time, and it doesn’t put me off doing it myself. Just have to be careful, that’s all.

Dix: That’s true. Is it just me or Butch has gone to the bar for a long time?

Harry: It looks pretty busy to me. Don’t worry, he won’t get lost. Spoke too soon, here he comes.

Butch: Looks like the wet weather isn’t putting people off coming here for beer. The bar was so crowded, all the barmen were like headless chicken serving customer after customer.

Dix: Thanks for buying the beer. I can imagine, it has really filled up since we got here.

Butch: There was this group of bears standing behind me at the bar just now, they were so tightly packed together, I could barely squeeze past them without spilling beers all over their big bellies.

Dix: Where are they? Oh, I see them. Beautiful arse on the one in the olive green shirt, but bears like them are usually out of my league.

Harry: Aren’t they too young for you, too? But Butch, I thought they would be your type. Did you get a little hard rubbing past them? I’m surprised you haven’t got their numbers already.

Butch: I might have said hi if I wasn’t carrying three full pints of beers, fighting my way through a solid wall of thirsty bears. I admit, a couple of them are nice and chunky. I guess they are tourists since they don’t look familiar, most probably Americans.

Harry: There’s nothing wrong with Americans, I’ve met many friendly and sexy American bears. Anyway, cheers! To the big ball belly bears, even if they are American tourists!

Dix: Cheers! To American ball belly bears!

Butch: To ball belly bears! I just wish their big bellies weren’t in my way just now.

Harry: Just admit it, you love being squashed in the centre of them.

Butch: Given the right circumstances, I could be easily persuaded.

Dix: I can just picture you being the centre of their attention. That reminds me, have you seen these bird’s-eye view photos of several big hairy bellies pushed together?

Butch: Of course I have. There’s something mesmerising about them.

Dix: An American polar bear told me he and a few friends took a pic just like that during a pool party, and it has gone viral.

Harry: Is that right? It could be one I’ve seen before. It’s a shame we don’t have the weather for holding pool parties, and only the super rich can afford pools in this country.

Butch: Yeah. I’m not the jealous type, but wish I’ve a private pool and can invite all my friends around for “clothing optional” parties whenever it’s hot and sunny.

Dix: Yeah, don’t we all. Even that polar bear I met told me he has one, and I don’t think he was particularly well-off.

Harry: Is this American guy one of your many tricks?

Dix: Well, I was just helping with the Anglo-American relationship. He’s called Patrick from Palm Springs and I met him when he was visiting relatives here for a few days before joining one of those guided tours in Italy.

Butch: He’s a long way from home. Easy prey for you, then. What’s he like?

Dix: I’m sure he can fend of himself. Patrick was your typical granddad next door type, he could be a dead ringer for Hemingway, if you know what I mean. He has a prominent nose with deep set eyes, even though he was in only his mid-60s he looked older because of wrinkled features, bald head and white beard. You can tell he used to work out by his broad chest and back, but he also has a nice round belly these days.

Harry: Sounds like a pretty sexy combination to me. I bet Ian will look like that one day.

Butch: No doubt about it, but not for a very long time.

Dix: Like most polar bears, Patrick was really hairy, apart from a few strands of rich chestnut brown colour hair, his chest was mostly covered in white fur.

Butch: That will be me soon. You can see my chest hair has gone a bit salt and pepper already. Maybe I should start dyeing it.

Dix: Are you serious? Where? A couple of white chest hair doesn’t make you a polar bear.

Harry: Yeah, it’ll be decades before you turn into a proper polar bear. So, Dix, did you make the first move? I know how predatory you are when it comes to daddy bears.

Dix: Me, predatory? You must be confusing me with Butch. Well, at least not this time.

Butch: Hey, don’t drag me into it. Come on, let’s have the gory details, then.

Dix: If you insist. One night I was checking who was online nearby and came across a polar bear I didn’t recognise. His pics were pretty hot, but I quickly moved on to others, as you do. A minute or two later, I received a message from him unexpectedly, saying he's in town for a short visit and would like some company without any expectations.

Harry: Not another one looking for a bit of holiday NSA fun! I bet you couldn’t say no.

Dix: It’s rude not to. I quickly changed and showed up at his holiday flat in no time. Patrick opened the door in a skimpy dressing gown and invited me in with a big grin on his face. He got me a beer, and we sat down on a leather sofa in front of the TV showing some action movie. We had the usual small talk, and it turned out he was on his first trip after his recent retirement.

Butch: I can’t wait till I’m retired and spend my time travelling. There are so many places in my bucket list I would like to see and sample the local talents.

Dix: That’s what he said, too. We continued chatting, but whatever it was showing on the TV was too distracting. He asked if I would like some music instead, or be interested in a video of a pool party a friend of his made. Of course, I opted for the pool video, and it was playing soon after he expertly plugged his laptop to the TV.

Butch: Sounds like he knows how to work tech as well as I do. Was the pool packed full of bears?

Dix: What else? The video showed about 30 bears socialising and playing in a decent size pool, with Patrick among them. At one stage, a ginger bear dived into the pool and lost his swimming trunks, which naturally made everyone laugh. It soon followed by more guys having their speedos mysteriously “stolen” or “missing”, and quickly descended into absolute carnage, but all in good humour and nothing too sexual, just guys having fun.

Harry: Cool. That’s the sort of party I’d love to be invited to.

Dix: So would I. I asked if he has any more videos like that, but he said that was the only one of a pool party, then again there was this other one he thought I’d definitely like.

Harry: I hope he didn’t start showing you a video of endless holiday clips. I easily get tired of watching scenes after scenes of other people on vacation.

Dix: Don’t we all? As it turned out, his friend who took the pool party video worked for a bear porn studio and persuaded Patrick to star in one of the films.

Butch: OMG. I don’t believe it. You didn’t mention he was a porn star.

Dix: He wasn’t a star. He only did one for fun. Apparently, the studio required an older daddy bear for a particular scene, and obviously, Patrick fitted the bill perfectly.

Butch: Still, it must be very flattering featuring in a porno. What was the story?

Dix: There wasn’t really much of a story. As far as I remember, a big grizzly bear was having a wank in bed when his older partner caught him in the act, and they ended up having sex.

Harry: That’s so corny, I’ve seen hundreds of porn like that before. Well, maybe not literally hundreds. I suppose there are only so many scenarios they can come up with.

Dix: Don’t worry, we don’t think you need an intervention for your porn addition. Anyway, Patrick’s acting was quite convincing. Also, the grizzly bear co-star has a big thick cock, so who cares?

Butch: Exactly. It’s porn, not Hollywood! So, you just sat next to this polar bear while watching a video of him having sex? I must say I’ve never done that.

Dix: I was at the beginning, but soon Patrick’s dressing gown started to undo itself, gradually showing off more and more his hairy body. By the time the grizzly bear was sucking Patrick’s chubby cock in the video, my head was already resting on his soft furry stomach with my top off. After playing with my nipples and smoothing my chest for a bit, he causally undid my jeans, out popped a rock-hard erection.

Harry: I bet he’s been waiting all night to get his hands on it, but it’s refreshing when people don’t rush when having sex.

Butch: A long session is good, but so is a quickie when that’s all one has time for. It all depends on the situation. Sounds like your polar bear is built for comfort and not for speed.

Dix: Yeah. As you can imagine between Patrick’s soft touch and watching him on screen licking the grizzly bear’s extremely hairy butt crack, my cock was at full mast with my foreskin tightly stretched over the swollen head, demanding attention. He slowly pulled the skin all the way down with a firm grip, completely exposing my mushroom head, before pushing back up to full coverage again. He did that repeatedly until beads of clear precum started to leak out and proceeded to it as lube to rub the rim of my sensitive fleshy helmet.

Butch: It must be a novelty for him playing with someone uncut. I hope you didn’t cum too soon.

Dix: No, he intuitively sensed when to stop, let go of my cock, wait and start all over again. He kept this edging routine up all through the scenes of him pounding the grizzly bear meaty arse from behind with his thick cut daddy cock. It was unreal to see the same cock poking out of his dressing gown and pointing right at me. I couldn’t help but get my hands on it.

Harry: Not sure if I like to watch myself have sex on screen. I know even some famous actors who can’t stand watching themselves act.

Butch: You should have a go with Ian, maybe you’ll surprise yourself. For your information, I don’t have any problem watching me going at it with a hottie.

Harry: Why doesn’t that surprise me? You’re such a show-off. I bet many of your fuck buddies will pay good money to watch you in action.

Butch: I doubt it, but who knows? So, Dix, did your polar bear give you a good rogering like he did to the grizzly bear porn partner too?

Dix: I wish he did, but he didn’t. The grizzly bear was ready for his money shot after the fuck scenes were over, and I was also desperate to blow my load. Patrick suddenly speeded up the jerking motion on my cock, while the grizzly bear on TV moaned loudly and started shooting his cum all over his hairy gut. That was just too much for me, and I couldn’t stop my cock spurting ropes of thick cream out, coating Patrick’s fingers like a sugar glaze.

Harry: I don’t blame you. It’s a wonder you could hold it in for so long.

Dix: The orgasm literally lasted for an eternity. Eventually, he lifted his hand to his mouth and tasted my cum before using the rest as lube to jerk his thick, hard cock. As if it’s planned, the Patrick in the video was also fiercely rubbing his cock and almost down to the second both Patrick, on- and off-screen, reached orgasm at the same time. As his load shot out covering the grizzly bear’s face on TV, I could feel his hot cum landing on mine and sticking to my goatee.

Butch: Now that’s something. That’s the kind of 4D experience I would love to try.

Dix: What do you mean?

Butch: Oh, it’s just a gimmick Hollywood dreamt up where one watches a movie but also feel the same physical effects at the same time. Like the floor shaking during an earthquake scene.

Dix: Never heard of it before, but if that’s what it is, I definitely had a front-row seat to this 4D thing with Patrick.

Harry: I'm sure he enjoyed it as much as you did.

Dix: I hope so, after we recovered our breath, he fetched a towel from nowhere as if by magic and wiped both of us clean.

Butch: That’s probably a used cum towel. I make sure there’s always one within easy reach around my place, too. You’ll never know when it’s needed.

Harry: You’re such a pig. Not everyone is like you.

Butch: There is nothing wrong with being practical. We all have our favourite wanking spots.

Dix: In that case, do warn me where they are if you ever invite me around to your place. I don’t want to accidentally sit on your DNA.

Butch: Many of my fuck buddies would be honoured to have my DNA on them, or better still, in them. So, was that the end of your rendezvous with this sexy polar bear porn star?

Dix: Well, I was ready to put my clothes on when Patrick asked me to stay over since he said missed cuddling someone in bed. I told him I had work in the morning, but he insisted, and I found it impossible to say no. We went to the bedroom and his hairy arm held me close while we both drifted off to sleep.

Harry: Nice. I do miss it whenever I was sleeping alone during the day after a night shift and Ian was at work.

Butch: I wouldn’t mind having someone to hold in bed either, but have to find someone who doesn’t complain about my thunder-like loud snoring first.

Dix: That’s what ear plugs are for. It was a wonderful snuggling up to him all night, but when I woke up in the morning, I found I was alone in his bed. There were some rackets outside the bedroom, and it turned out Patrick was making me a cup of coffee. He walked back in butt naked apart from a mug of coffee in each hand.

Butch: That’s the kind of service all bed and breakfast should do.

Dix: Yeah. I still remember he jokingly asked me if I like cream in my coffee. Before I could answer, he dangled his cock above my cup and started milking it. I laughed and said I rather have the cream straight from the source and gave his cock a quick suck. I wish I could stay in bed all day with him, but no such luck. After I finished my coffee, we jumped into the showers together and started to rub soap on the other’s body. Needless to say we both got hard again, unfortunately the shower wasn’t designed for two bears, in the end all I could do was getting down on my knees and suck his meaty cock while masturbating mine. Under the hot steamy shower, we both cummed quickly, and I eventually left for work unwillingly.

Harry: That’s not a bad way to say goodbye. Did you hear from him after that?

Dix: We exchanged a few messages after our meeting, and he kindly offered to put me up whenever I visit Palm Springs. He did send me a few photos of him in Italy, but I suppose normal life resumed once he was back home.

Butch: At least you had a memorable time with him. Did you look up the video he appeared in?

Dix: I tried but couldn’t find it, I think he must have used an alias like many of the porn stars.

Butch: What like “Randy Harddick”, “Gruff McBalls”, or “Sid Cumalot”?

Dix: Ha ha ha. Something like that. Oh look, the rain has finally stopped.

Butch: It’s stopped for a while. You’ve just been too busy telling us your polar bear story to notice.

Harry: Since it’s dry now, I better call it a night before it starts pouring again. I’ve an early shift tomorrow, and trust me, I’m not looking forward to it.

Dix: Are you going already? I bet you rather snuggle up to Ian in bed all day. Well, it’s good seeing you as usual. Let’s meet up again when we are all free in the next week or two.

Harry: Sure, we’ll arrange something. What plans do you guys have tonight? Any hot dates lined up?

Butch: Not tonight. I’ve to give my balls a break now and then to refuel. I’ve thought about going to the cinema to see the new detective comedy came out this week. One of my colleagues has seen it and say it was hilarious, plus it has this chunky bear actor Nick something in it.

Dix: I’ve heard of it, too. I presumed I’ll be drinking all night with you guys, so didn’t make any plans. Do you fancy some company at the movie, Butch?

Butch: Of course, as long as you buy your own popcorn and leave mine alone.

Dix: Don’t you worry. I’m not a big fan of popcorn anyway. I’d rather have ice-cream.

Butch: So, what time is it? I think there is a showing in half an hour’s time. If we go now, we should be able to catch it.

Dix: Sounds like a plan.

Harry: Let me know what the film is like. Maybe I’ll drag Ian to see it sometime. It’s been ages since we have a movie date night since he has been so busy with all the rehearsals.

Butch: Well, my glass is empty, so I’m ready when you are.

Dix: In which case, I better drain my bladder before leaving. Should I see you outside, Butch?

Butch: Sure, but do it quickly, I hate to miss the trailers.

Harry: Actually now you mention it, I need to go too. It must be contagious.

Butch: Good to see you, Harry; and remember to say to hi Ian for me. I will see you outside, Dix. Just make sure you leave Harry’s cock alone. Don’t you start playing with it and keep me waiting? I know what you are like.

Dix: Who do you take me for? But I’m sure you have a nice cock, Harry.

Harry: Oh, thank you. You are welcomed to hold it for me while I’m having a piss any time.

Butch: You guys! And I thought I’m the comedian here. Tick-tock, tick-tock!

Dix: Yeah, yeah. Don’t get your jockstrap in a twist. I won’t be long.