What does a "bear" want after a quick screw?

From my free ebook "Joelle's Chaotic Collection of Screwing" ( Nook edition , Kindle edition ), I decided to share approximately the first half of "Steak and Eggs." Now I joke with my Master that I'm "a bear trapped in a small woman's body." When I'm looking for visual porn, most often I'm looking for "bear" porn. I love the big men, the roughness and the gentleness that can be so wonderfully combined into activity between two large men who are covered with body hair and aren't ashamed of it. So I admit, this is a woman writing about two very masculine gay men having sex. I've tried to do my best, but I recommend if you enjoy it and want to go even farther, look for bear erotica written by gay men. Unfortunately I don't have any authors to recommend at the time.



"Steak and Eggs
Smoke filled the room, brushed against things. He walked out of the club, leaving the music and smoke behind him. He looked up into the night sky.
"Don't think I've seen you around before," the gruff voice sounded behind him.
He turned around to face the voice. The body matches the voice. Gods!"No, this is my first time." He licked his lips. "My name's Russell."
"Russell?" The man moved closer to Russell. He pushed an errant piece of hair back behind Russell's ear. "Don." His gaze slid up and down the package. "Curious?"
"Yeah." Russell glanced up at Don's face before lowering it to his chest. How'd I luck into one taller than me?
"Read anything? Looked at any websites?" Don's hand, which had slid down to Russell's shoulder, continued its slide down until it rested at the small of the back.
"Yeah. Enough to know I found where I belonged after I'd searched 'hairy men.'" Why can't I seem to think before speaking?
"You're hot." Don grinned. "I want to fuck you."
Russell groaned. "Yeah."
"What kind of car do you drive?"
"Um... why do you ask?" Russell took a deep breath. Not gonna bit my lip.
"So I know what kind of car to watch for following me." Don grasped Russell's ass.
Russell rose onto his toes, for a moment the same height as Don. His mouth opened in a small circle.
"Unless you'd rather us go to your place?"
Russell shook his head. "Your place works." He leaned against Don.
Don lowered his lips to brush a soft kiss to Russell's mouth.
"Drive a blue pick up," Russell muttered into Don's mouth.
Don laughed. "Good choice." He let go of Russell with one arm to point. "That chopper over there's mine."
Russell looked away from Don's face to glance in that direction. I wanna be his passenger some day.
"Pull your pick up over here and I'll get 'er started."
"Yeah." Russell fell back away from Don and hurried to his pick up.
---Don unlocked the front door of his ranch house and pushed Russell inside before him. Both men inside the house, he shoved the door closed. His hands furiously working on their clothes, he muttered, "Anything gets more than you can handle, yell out cherry. Got it?"
Russell grunted. "Yeah. Cherry." His fingers took over on the bottom buttons of his shirt and he yanked it free of his torso. He moaned when Don's shirt joined his on the floor. The forest of chest hair was better than he had imagined.
Don yanked Russell against him. He shoved his tongue between the trembling lips. His hands moved to the back of Russell's head. One hand moved away to the waist of his jeans. Fingers popped the button, pulled the zipper down.
Russell anxiously grabbed Don's jeans and pushed them down.
With the jeans on the floor, Don stepped out of them. His hard cock stood out between the men. He grasped Russell's shoulders and pushed him to the carpet. "Suck it."
Russell rose back up enough so he was at face level with Don's glorious cock. Yes! No shaving here! He plunged his mouth onto the cock in one swift move, taking it until it brushed against the back of his throat. Can't wait to have this in my ass. He worshiped it, bathed it with his mouth.
Don placed one hand on Russell's head, the other on his shoulder. "You're good at that."
Russell groaned around Don's cock. He pushed his tongue against its underside, pulled back to suck on the head. He grasped the balls, fondling them. His other hand moved to the shaft. He started to jerk Don off with the head in his mouth.
"Let's move this to my bed." Don's hand in Russell's hair fisted and pulled him to his feet. "This way." He moved them down the hallway to the last room.
His mind barely registered the carpet change before his gaze moved over the huge bed that dominated the room. Russell couldn't hold his harsh moan in. Fuck! What a bed!
Don chuckled. "Come on. I have ideas." He pushed Russell to the bed, down onto it on his stomach. "Ever been tied up?"
"No," Russell said into the thick comforter.
"I'm gonna tie you up."
Russell moaned again.
Don grabbed the waist of Russell's jeans and pulled him up the bed by it. He pulled a heavy leather cuff down from near the head board. "What word I give you if you want to stop?"
"Cherry." Russell turned his head to the side. "But please don't stop."