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Our third anniversary was coming up. We weren’t really sure what to do. We’d already done the romantic things on the other two – a movie, the ballet and dinner; and a nice camping trip under the stars for the other. We were saving for a big Southasian vacation for number four, and number five was going to be buying a house together. But three? We were stuck. Finally, I just asked my boyfriend, “What was something you’ve always wanted to do but never did?”
And he thought about it, and then he told me, “Well – nah, it doesn’t matter, because I have a boyfriend now.”
So of course, I had to pry. “Tell meeee!”
After some badgering, he finally coughed it up. “I always wanted to hire a stripper. Like, a really hot male escort to just strip for me. Thought it’d be kind of hot.”
I grinned. “That would be hot. Ever had a threesome?”
Turns out, he hadn’t.

So we drove to the next city where no one knew us. We rented a three star hotel room and ordered in some three star Chinese food, which remarkably didn’t make us sick. We ate ice cream that was priced $3 and some change, then watched a terrible movie on the hotel television. Finally, our boy arrived. We wanted to call the third gay escort service we could find, but it turns out there was only one in the city. They sent Rick, a rather hunky bear type with a  nice pelt of fur and big thighs. I looked at my boyfriend. He was grinning as hard as I was. The guy was hot, no doubt about it. And we could both have him, with no strings attached. Tonight we could have fun, be bad, and make a huge mess, and there’d be no repercussions. Pure magic.

Rick was surprised to see two of us. We explained it was our anniversary and Rick laughed. “When I got sent to this hotel, I thought I’d be like an old burnt out insurance salesman.”
“So this is better?” I asked.
“Oh, MUCH better,” Rick purred, eyes flashing. “You two are just my type. Gonna have fun playing with my own kind for once.”
My boyfriend licked his bottom lip. “Wait til you find out we’re switches.”
Rick’s eyebrows went up. “Oh my god, and it isn’t even my birthday.”

I held his hand as he climbed up on the bed. My boyfriend and I settled in against the pillows (we brought our own), and watched Rick get started. He had brought a bluetooth stero and even had his own playlist. I glanced at my boyfriend as Rick took of his shirt. My boyfriend gave me a thumbs up.
“Happy Anniversary,” I mouthed.

He reached over for my hand and squeezed mine tight.

The trip to Asia next year was four weeks of heaven, but we couldn’t stop talking about that night we rented a hotel room in Fresno and were up to dawn with Rick the bear cub.

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“…Uh, um, excuse me, Sir?” a young male voice asks, hesitantly.
I‘m too comfortable to consider moving. “What?” I grunt.
“Oh!” He gasps. “I uh, thought you were dead Sir. I was concerned.”
I chuff out a laugh, then lift my head and open my eyes. “I guarantee you I’m  very much alive, boy.” I consider the concerned citizen, a cute brunette clutching a towel around his waist and holding a bottle of water.
The young man brushes his bangs to the side. “Well in that case, do you mind if I join you?’“
“Aren’t there other pools?”
“Yeah but this is the only one with a bear in it,” he replies.
I open my eyes again. I watch him run his tongue over his bottom teeth. He’s got this coy look to his eyes. He sees something he likes and isn’t afraid to go after it.
“Is that how it is?” I reply, not having moved a muscle.
“Unless you prefer this otter get his own pool..”
“mmn. Trust me, the water is best in this one. It’s so cold.”
The young man sets his water bottle down. “Good, cause I’m fucking baking out here.” He drops his towel and I enjoy the view.
“Get in here.”
He smiles, then walks around to the side and slips into the pool. He gasps as the cold water shocks his nervous system.
“Dick go back inside?” I ask, chuckling.
“Why don’t you find out?”
“I imagine I will.”
The young man moves over to me. “My name’s -”
“Don’t care. Let’s not complicate this. Just two men…out here in nature. Nothing else out here has a name. Rock. Shrub. Sky. Kinda serene if you ask me.”
The young man’s quiet. “Yeah…when you put it that way, I gotta agree with you.”
I raise up an arm and he slides under it, resting his head on my hairy chest. I hook my arm around his back.
“Mmn, this is nice,” he murmurs.
I grunt in response.

After a few moments, he starts playing with my penis. I groan out in pleasure. It’s too cold in here for me to cum, but I never tell him to stop. Jesus, just when I thought this day couldn’t get any better….

When I woke up later, the otter was gone. For a moment, I felt a pang of loneliness, then one of concern. I reached for my wallet, under my clothes. The $20 bill in it was missing, but in place was a note written on a leaf. “If you want this back, call me.”

“Fuck.” I toss my wallet back down and grab my towel. “Sneaky otters. That boy wants my dick badly and he won’t stop until I give it to him. Well, let him find out what happens when a bear goes into heat!”

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reconfetish:

Here are some of the amazing photos from Folsom Street Fair’s nasty younger brother, Up Your Alley 2014.

One year I am going to this. I love the photo of the pup with the clipboard:

“Pup, give that back.”
“Woof!”
“Give.”
“Woooofff.”
“Puppy, give it! Giiive it.”
“Grr.”
“Hey! Come back here with that! I need that! Bad puppy!”
Another Master behind me speaks up. “You do know he thinks you’re playing right? Look at his body language. He wants you to chase after him. You do that, you’re gonna go in circles all day.”
“I want my clipboard back!” I huff. I take a menacing step forwards and the puppy bounds away, tail wagging. “Arg! He’s probably drooling on it.”
“Yeah he does that when he gets excited. Pup, come here boy! Aww yeah come here, that’s a good boy. Who likes scratches? You like scratches, yesh you do. Alright, give the man his clipboard back. Give. Give. Good puppy, here’s a cookie.”
The Master hands the man back the clipboard, now decorated with chew marks and a bit of drool. “ … Lovely. Thanks.”
“Sorry about that. He gets excited at these things.”
“I see tha – …hey! He stole my pen right out of my hand! Dammit pup, I need that!”
His Master just laughs. “You’re on your own for that one.”