As you can see, I'm getting better. Four more days of antibiotics. Feelin' HORNY (but then you probably suspected that).

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Since the beginning of the month, I've had a flu with asthma that went into pneumonia.

Fun, fun, fun. Yippee for me.

I'm okay and should be back on my feet again next week (I'm sure the folks at work will be glad to know). But meantime it's been (sorry about this, sensitive types) a wonderland of wheezing, a carnival of coughing, and a festival of ( Read more... )

I guess my Dad's death threw me harder than I suspected. Sorry I've kind of disappeared from LJ. It is most assuredly not intentional... nor is it permanent. 2010 is going to be a big writing year for me, as it is my goal to finish writing my history book this year. But I promise to return to LJ soon with more ramblings on the queer bear life.

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“Goddamn, it!” I holler, jamming the motel keycard in and out of the slot to no avail ( Read more... )

I adore Jack Fritscher. I want to have his babies.

The best erotic story I ever read (of any kind) was a short story by Jack Fritscher. It is called “3 Bears in a Tub” and was published in Susie Bright’s collection, Best American Erotica 2003. Susie knows a good story when she reads one, and anyone who knows Ms. Bright’s work knows she can write ( Read more... )

This may be the rum & Diet Coke talking, but this is how I remember it ( Read more... )

• for good stories, well told
• for bears, both the ursus variety and the homo variety
• for Portland who always has a bud to share and extra KY Jelly
• for men’s balls
• for a really good therapist

I spend most of my sex life around men of my sort: bears and chubs. I guess like often attracts like. And I’m glad for that. I like me a big guy and I like me a hairy guy. I admit it. They get my gears grinding, my balls bouncing and my antenna UP.

But lately I’ve run into a few chasers who have been rigorously “after me.”

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Have you noticed a heightened sense of dickitude in the air?

Where I work, over the past half year, we’ve noticed our incoming phone calls have escalated in their sense of panic, fear and, well… aggressive dickness. People begin their phone calls yelling already. People are tinderboxes, ready to explode at the slightest abrasion. Customers, knowing ( Read more... )

Do you remember the first time you held another guy’s cock in your hand? The surprise of vein and blood and how like a warm snake it felt, alive and throbbing? Remember the hard inside and the moveable velvet flesh around it? The glisten of the first bead of precum on the tip and the impulse to mouth, taste, fuck, worship?

I’ll never forget that ( Read more... )