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I was really frustrated with men, dating, and sex. I had a few...less than pleasant experiences. I always fantasized about bottoming, and having my tiny, tight, hairy ass rimmed and fingered drives me absolutely wild. But the few times I actually bottomed, it was just too much for me, it wasn't enjoyable. The guys wouldn't slow down or be gentler with me even after I asked, so I lost some trust in guys. I'm still a man after all though, and at 24, I get unbearably horny! I'm not particularly confident in my looks, though being young and skinny is usually considered attractive. I have pretty pale skin, thick, messy dark hair, hazel eyes, and I wear glasses and keep a short beard. With my hairy chest, belly, arms, legs, ass crack and bush, and my skinny but toned physique, I'm definitely what is known in the gay world as an otter. I’m 5 ft 6 in, 135 lbs, and have a four inch circumcised cock (when hard). After some strike outs and frustrating conversations with men online, I was desperate for a way to get exactly what I wanted from a sexual encounter.
After some random internet browsing, I came across something called the “handkerchief code”. Before the days of the internet and dating/sex apps on smart phones, gay men had a whole system of signaling to fellow gay men not only that they were gay, but also the exact kinds of sexual activities they enjoyed. The system entails wearing a bandana (or several) visible in a man’s back pocket. Wearing the bandana on the back left pocket implies that the man is a top or takes an active role in whatever activity the color bandana indicates, meaning that wearing the bandana(s) on the back right pocket indicates the man is a bottom or takes the passive role in the activities. On top of this, there is an impressively large array of colors indicating any sexual activities possible. “This is genius!” I thought. “What a great way to signal to someone exactly what I’m looking for without a fuss, without working so hard to talk about what I want, since I get shy when it comes to sex and picking up or getting picked up by guys.” After a lot of studying, I found three colors that indicate what I was craving immensely: wearing a hunter green bandana in my back right pocket would show that I’m a boy interested in a daddy (I love older men, they’re just so mature and powerful and know what they’re doing!); wearing a fuchsia bandana in the same back pocket shows that I love getting spanked; and a beige bandana in the back right pocket indicates that I love to be rimmed.
The only issue was that most men probably wouldn’t know about this system, with apps and the internet now. However, after digging online I came across a bear bar not too far from me…meaning there would be quite a few distinguished older men, men who were having sex before the days of the web and smart phones, so if anyone would be familiar with the handkerchief code, it was bound to be someone there! I decided to try out my luck, and got ready to go to this bear bar. In the shower I washed my body really thoroughly, really using my fingers to wash my tight hairy hole clean. After the shower I put a little product in my hair to tame it a bit, and threw on a simple lavender-ish collared shirt, with the buttons open so my chest hair was showing nicely. I put on some tight fitting, worn looking jeans…over a tiny navy blue jockstrap, the only one I own. I hadn’t worn the jock in a long time, so it felt awkward but freeing, having nothing between my ass and the jeans. Content with my look, I set out, since it wasn’t too long a walk.
I had made sure to carefully arrange the three bandanas in my back right pocket: hunter green to show my availability to the daddies, fuchsia to show I was down for a good spanking, and beige to show badly I wanted a hot wet daddy bear tongue in my tight young furry ass. I walked into the bar nervously, but went and sat at the bar, where a really handsome bearish man was making the drinks. I can’t handle a lot of alcohol, but ordered a gin & tonic to calm my nerves. After sitting a few minutes, I realized I’d better stand if I want men to notice my handkerchief arrangement. After just a few minutes, a gorgeous salt and pepper bear of about 60 years old, probably 6 feet tall and maybe twice my weight, approached me. He smiled hugely at me and said “Ya know boy, I don’t have handkerchiefs on me, but I know exactly what yours mean, it’s really impressive a young guy like you knows about the code.” I blushed at the way he said “boy” and said nervously “Thanks! I just know exactly what I like and don’t like, so want to be clear about it…” The man then said to me “Well if you stick with me, I promise nothing will happen to you that will hurt you or that you wouldn’t want.” Just him saying that made me want to jump him!
“Finish your drink and follow me upstairs.” He commanded. I obliged, I was very excited! As I followed him up the stairs at the back of the bar, I noticed a lot of heads turning to look at me. Mostly salt and peppered heads, and bald heads, heads of handsome, mature, bear-like men who must have been everywhere between 50 and 70 years old, and of all races. I felt their eyes raking me over, drinking me in, fixated on my small, young body, which stood out quite a bit in this bear bar. This gorgeous bear of a man led me into a large, dark room, with not much in it, some chairs, what looked like a desk, a few sex toys hanging on the walls. The man sat in a chair with his legs spread wide and asked “Do you like kissing boy?” I nodded shyly as I walked into him, standing between his legs, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. He immediately grunted and kissed me back hard, using his strong, warm, wet tongue to explore my mouth, reaching my throat even, as his massive, warm, calloused hands started to explore my body. He felt under my shirt, pinching my nipples, which made me squirm away from him but he quickly grabbed me back tight, allowing his hands to wander inside the back of my jeans, squeezing my butt cheeks hard.
“You wore a jockstrap?!” He exclaimed excitedly. I just blushed and nodded. He then got a devilish look in his eye and said “you’re even more of a bad boy than I thought”. He proceeded to unbutton, unzip, and yank my tight jeans down faster than lightning, and in one strong swoop hoisted me over his lap, jeans around my ankles, bare ass exposed and vulnerable in my jockstrap, my dick now hard and throbbing in the underwear against his thigh. With an animal-like growl he squeezed my right cheek hard and then slapped it harder. WACK! “AHHHHH” I let out, biting my lip. WACK! WACK WACK WACK WACK. As this continued I squirmed, yelping and squealing with each spank, but he held me tight and I definitely couldn’t get away, not that I really wanted to. After a while, he paused, rubbing my red ass cheeks tenderly, circling his big, calloused fingers slowly around my tiny hairy hole, up and down my crack, just grazing my sensitive hole gently a few times, which made me squirm even more!
At that point, I heard more men enter the room, and the man holding me over his lap used his hands to spread my cheeks apart and tapped my hole with a finger, which made me moan and writhe. “Look at that hole men! And look at those handkerchiefs this boy came with…” I felt embarrassed suddenly, and so vulnerable: my face almost touching the ground, my tiny pink hole exposed and winking back to who knows how many men now (sounded like a lot). I reached one hand back to try to cover my hole, and my wrist was immediately grabbed and held tight against my lower back. The man holding me chuckled. Then he hoisted me up and planted me on the desk, face down, on my stomach, my ass and legs hanging down over the edge. The man then pulled my shirt off and took the jeans off my ankles, taking the bandanas from the pocket and stuffing them into my mouth. I reached to take them out, but he grabbed both my hands quickly and put them in cuffs that were linked to either edge of the desk by chains. He then chained my ankles to the desk legs by the floor, forcing my legs far apart. I was spreadeagled and couldn’t possibly escape!
The man then stood with his crotch over my head, and with his massive hands that could easily cover my entire ass, reached over my body and spread my butt cheeks apart so much that my hole started twitching and winking uncontrollably. The group of daddy bears now gathered behind me started to whistle and make kissy noises. Out of the corner of my eye I saw three of them approach. A gorgeous black daddy bear with curly gray hair, who must have been near 70 but looked amazing, blew air into my hole, making me quiver! A bald latino daddy bear of about 50 with a lovely beard smirked and rubbed his goatee on my hole, tickling it, which made me buck against the desk and pull my chains really tight! He gave my hole a gentle kiss, and then WACK! A strong slap right against the hole that I didn’t expect at all! I squealed. I started panting, moaning against the bandanas in my mouth. A bald, white daddy bear with really muscular arms, chest, and shoulders, and a lot of tattoos then buried his face in my hole, using his prickly stubble to drive me wild as he lapped and slurped at my hole with his hot wet tongue, darting it in and out of my tight, quivering, hairy pucker. Meanwhile the original man who picked me up at the bar was still holding my cheeks open wide, keeping my hole as exposed and vulnerable as possible. “He’s delicious!” The daddy eating my ass said, and the latino daddy said “Give me a taste” before ravenously diving his tongue into my hole, making me squirm and squeal like crazy! After that daddy’s appetite was satisfied, the black daddy had his turn, and then other men came and took turns rimming me, some gently and tenderly, and others roughly and voraciously!
There must have been 10 different men (all gorgeous daddy bears) but I lost count, and several times I nearly passed out from the overwhelming ecstasy, but was brought back to consciousness by periodic hard spanks. I came so much that the front of my jockstrap was soaked through! Just when I thought it had ended, I felt another tongue, more teeth, more stubble, heard more grunts and growls, mixing with my own moans. After what must have been hours like this, I was uncuffed, and the bandanas removed from my mouth. I turned around to see a group of 20 different men who had all taken part in the activities, grinning at me and making more kissy sounds and whistling, licking their lips. The original man planted a huge kiss on me as he grabbed my ass. “You come back any time, and I’m sure none of these men will complain about visiting you again.” There were nods and winks from the crowd. I couldn’t imagine having that done again! But now that I’d experienced so much pleasure, I knew I had to have it again in the near future…