Men, whether they are gay, or bisexual or exclusively heterosexual, are attracted to visual stimuli. Just look at the flood of images and sights and sounds on the internet, in books, dvd's, streamlining. An image for every taste and arousal and arousal for every taste.
Mind you, men are more apt to bring home the girl next door to Mom and Dad for approval for marriage, not the pole dancer or exotic film star. With gay men, there is a different approach since (until very recently) marriage was just a dream and Mom and Dad probably didn't approve of you and "your lifestyle" let alone a boyfriend, companion or mate.
For some men, out on the town meant one thing - getting laid. You are attracted to me - I am attracted to you - your place or mine or right here - right now.
But for others, they were looking for a soul mate, a partner to spend their life with. Someone to share and support each other's dreams and goal. And being aroused didn't hurt neither.
There are some naughty bits in this story but they carry the story along (like "gratuitous nudity" in movies). As outlined in the glossary in the other posting, you have a cast of characters who inhabit our story. Some boys look for Daddy to fill that gap in their life. One might go after a man they want to be like when they are older. Or maybe a reflection of themselves - but then opposites do attract as well.
Timmy was the type who wanted to emulate what he felt a masculine gay man would be like ( sound familiar?). It was easier to check out the pix of the porn stars and dream. But then, you might miss what is in front of you all the time.
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"Pipebear"
by Bronson D. Smith
©2005
Timmy was lost in his fantasy world again. He stood in the corner of the porn shop and gazed in awe at the rows and rows of sexually charged dvd’s. The men on most of the covers were what the mainstream gay world thought was the ideal male. A big musclebound smooth skinned twenty-something with only 5% bodyfat.
But it was that other section that caught Timmy’s lustful eye. The bears range of porn. “Looking for Mr. Goodbear”. “I am Curious Ursine”. And Timmy’s favourite, “A New Pipe for Beary’s Cub”.
He fondled the jewel case of the dvd. His fingers ran across the image of Beary, the hot Daddybear. He was what a real man looked like. Tall and sturdy. More like an oak tree than an oak barrel. A firm belly and full chest covered in a thin layer of fur. His face was graced with a rough but groomed full beard. Timmy felt flushed holding the object of his desire.
“Better not drool on that, boy. DVD’s aren’t perfected yet.”
Timmy looked up and saw a bear of a man standing beside him.
“Nice looking guy,” Timmy spoke quickly, as he put back the DVD. “The guy on the DVD.”
The big man smiled. He picked up the DVD that Timmy had returned to the shelf. “Not a bad looking cub.” He flipped the DVD to show Timmy the back of the case. “The boy on the DVD.”
The big man laughed heartily and Timmy felt comfortable enough to join in.
“You got me there.” Timmy added, hesitantly,” Sir.”
The big man smiled and held the DVD in front of Timmy. “Do you mind if I buy this one. They don’t have another copy right now.”
“Sure, go ahead, sir.”
The big man walked to the cash desk and had the skinny clerk ring in the sale. The big man turned and waved to Timmy as he left the porn shop and re-entered the real world.
.....
Timmy was at a loss for words. At his entry level accounting job, he couldn’t afford luxuries like porn. He had responsibilities and bills to pay. He had come to the shop once a week to see his DVD. To hold Beary in his hands, for a moment and then return him to his shelf. And now Beary was gone.
Timmy left the store and it took a while for his eyes to adjust to the daylight. A large shadow form was in the doorway of the shop next door. He thought he was fantasizing again. It looked like Beary.
But it was the big man from the shop.
He emerged from the stoop and stood very close to Timmy. He towered over the boy. He took Timmy’s hand and shook it with a firm but gentle handshake.
“My name’s Bryan. My bud’s call my Bry.”
“Ah, my name is Timm ... Tim. My name is Tim.”
Bryan laughed with a sense of bravado. “Good. We got that settled.”
Bryan handed Tim the package from the porn shop.
“I want you to have this. I saw you last month. Just like today. I know you’ll enjoy it.”
“But why now. Here?”
“The guys in the shop have enough for their chatterbox stories. Who bought what dildo. Who uses what lube and gloves and .. you get my drift?”
Tim nodded in agreement. He peaked in the package and saw the cover shot of Beary. He looked up at his new found bud.
“I don’t know what to say.” Tim chuckled, “you are much better looking than this guy. and you’re real.”
“Are you ready for the real world, Tim?”
Tim looked into the clear blue eyes of Bryan. His beard framed his perfect mouth and marvelous masculine face.
“With you, sir? Yes.”
.....
Tim met Bryan later that night and they went bar hopping along the gay watering holes. Bryan looked like a bearish wet-dream. in tight faded 501’s, spit and polish Docs, a dark blue plaid shirt and black leather bar vest.
Tim did his best to match what he thought Bryan would want to see him wear. Black jeans, 6 hole Docs, a clean plain t-shirt and lightweight leather jacket. He bathed with soap and water but didn’t use any deodorant. He wanted to feel manly around his new friend.
After visiting the most notorious leather bar, Tim was relieved when they left the bar together. A band of leatherclad men occupied most of Bryan’s attention and Tim felt jealous and inadequate.
“What do you want to do next, boy?”
Tim felt flushed again. “Whatever you want, sir.”
Bryan pulled a neat brown wood pipe out of one pocket of his vest. It was a classic and simple shape. He took a small bag from the other pocket and lightly tapped some pipe tobacco into the well.
He padded it down with his thumb and lit the mixture. The smell was like amphora. A musky scent that enveloped the two men. With a hint of cherry. Tim breathed in slowly through his nose.
“I didn’t know you smoked a pipe, sir.”
“You can’t light it up in bars anymore, but that’s ok. I like to enjoy a good smoke at the end of the evening.”
“Oh, the end?”
There was a hint of disappointment in Tim’s voice. He had hoped the evening would last forever. He was living a dream in the real world.
“It’s a nice way to wind down. Before we go home.”
Bryan smiled that smile that Tim grew to love and adore.
It was around two in the morning when the two men arrived home. Bryan had filled his living space with books and paintings in a neat, masculine manner. It was more like a gentleman’s den than a living room. Bryan sat down in his well-loved recliner and lit up one of the pipes in the pipe-stand beside him. Tim was hesitant as to wear to sit.
“Why don’t you sit over there, boy.”
Tim sat down on the overstuffed couch and felt lost in his massive size. Nervously, he pulled out a cigarette and fumbled for matches in his pocket.
“That’s a nasty habit, boy. Maybe you should switch to a pipe, like me.”
Tim froze in his tracks. He wanted to be like Bryan. He wanted to do whatever his Daddybear asked of him. Or told him what to do. But he didn’t want to look like a fool to his newfound friend.
“I don’t know how to smoke a pipe, sir.”
“Then, I’ll have to teach you. Come over here, boy.”
Bryan motioned to Tim to sit at his feet. While Tim nestled himself on the floor between Bryan’s sturdy legs, Bryan picked out a pipe and tapped some tobacco in the well.
“You hold it in your hand like this, and tap down the mixture. Not to much, boy. That’s it, boy. Good boy.”
Tim followed Bryan’s instructions and slowly became more settled in his role at his Daddybear’s feet. He lit the pipe as Bryan showed him and was able to keep the tobacco alight. The sweet smoke surrounded the two men. Bryan was pleased with Tim’s actions. Tim beamed like an eager puppy, wanting to please his master. His Daddybear.
.....
The lovemaking Tim experienced was not like any other man he had been with. Bryan was able to push all of Tim’s buttons and then take him further along into ecstasy. He loved feeling the weight of his Daddybear on top of him, pinning him down. Forcing him to take all of Bryan inside of him, even though he did so willingly. Making it seem like they had been together forever.
After they were both spent and drained, they watched the “A New Pipe For Beary’s Cub” DVD. Bryan held his pipe clenched firmly in his mouth. Tim tried to do the same but it didn’t fit as well and kept slipping.
“In time, it will fit perfectly, boy. You’ll have it with you all the time.”
“But I can’t smoke in the office. Sir.”
‘You can have an empty pipe in the office, right, boy?”
“That should be OK, I think. Sir.”
“Good boy.”
“I want to be a good boy for you, sir.”
“In time, boy, you will. You will.”
.....
The next two weeks were a jumble of schedules, meetings, lovemaking, dreams and desires. Work flew by for Tim. He sat confidently in his office cubicle, trying to keep the empty pipe in his mouth for as long as he could. When he took a break and left it in the pipe tray Bryan had given him. he looked as it longingly. As if it was becoming a part of him and he missed the feel in his mouth.
Dinners were at local restaurants, at Bryan’s, and on special nights, Tim played host to his Daddybear. The first time Tim had Bryan over to his home, he had cleaned it over and over again. Afraid Bryan would find fault with his housekeeping. And his dinner. Tim had prepared a large lasagna casserole. Layers of meat and sauce and pasta sheets, done to perfection.
“Very nice, boy.”
“Thank you, sir. I am glad you like it.”
“Maybe the next time we eat at my place, I’ll have you cook for a few friends of mine. I think it is time to start showing you off to my buds.”
Tim was ready to split in two with his wide grin. In the past, his affairs had always been one on one. Never has a man wanted to show him off. He felt wonderful.
“And this way,” Bryan continued, “You can get used to the kitchen.”
Tim was in heaven. He tried to concentrate on chewing but was afraid he was going to choke. He cleared his throat.
“Having trouble, boy? There’s a lot more to go through. You can’t let it go to waste. And I don’t like to see leftovers.”
Bryan took his fork and gently scooped a piece of lasagna up and held it in front of Tim.
“Open wide, boy.”
Tim shuddered as he opened his mouth and accepted the first of many feedings by his Daddybear. Tim always thought he was too thin and wanted a physique that was more manly and masculine. Tim lusted after big burly men and dreamed of becoming one, one day. Today was the start of another journey. To be his Daddybear’s cub.
.....
Six months later, Tim and Bryan were the couple to be admired and envied. Bryan had another one of his books published. They held a party in celebration at their home. Bryan was very pleased with his boy. He held himself well with the mixed crowd of straight and gay couples, and was able to converse with a variety of ages of men and women.
Tim was proud of his Daddybear. He was respected and loved by friends and family alike. He had taught Tim to be proud of being a gay man and to be proud of being Bryan’s boy.
The entertaining and meals and hectic schedule added extra inches to Tim’s frame. And when he learned of Bryan’s preference for Tim to be a gainer, the pounds added up quickly.
.....
At the end of eleven months together, Tim and Bryan laid spend and drain on their bed. Tim rubbed the nice firm furry belly of his Daddybear. Bryan stroked with one finger, the barrel sized belly of his boy. He loved how his creation had evolved and grown. Bryan laughed when Tim demonstrated that he still had trouble keeping the pipe in his mouth.
On the night of their anniversary of one year together, Bryan had prepared a special evening for his boy. He had Tim sit in Bryan’s recliner and told him to drink a glass of wine in one gulp. Tim obeyed and the buzz from the vintage wine crept up quickly.
Bryan smiled that smile that melted Tim’s heart and made him weak in the knees. He cupped Tim’s chin in one hand and gently held open Tim’s mouth with the other. As the warm glow from the wine took effect, there was a sharp click sound in his head. Followed by another.
Bryan ran his fingers along Tim’s teeth and explored his mouth. Tim smiled and reached out for Bryan’s belly. Bryan pulled away.
“We’ll make love later, boy. Time for you to go out and greet the world as my PipeBear.”
“But I thought I was your boy. Your cub.”
“You are my love. But you have learned to stand on your own and be your own man. As well as my lover.”
Bryan held his boy’s head and kissed him passionately with an open mouth and exploring tongue. They continued until they were both flushed with pleasure.
“We better be going or we will never make the reservation. It is at The National Club. Ten of our friends will be there.”
Tim helped his Daddybear into his evening jacket. Bryan smiled and pulled out a pipe from his pocket and lit it. The smoke circled his face like a halo.
Tim tired to put on his jacket but found a box in one of the pockets.
“Happy Anniversary. PipeBear.”
Tim eagerly unwrapped the box and found a beautifully carved Merschantz pipe. His eyes glowed with excitement. Bryan handed him a pouch of their favourite pipe tobacco. Tim filled the well like an expert and lit the mixture. The amphora enveloped the two men.
Tim never had any trouble keeping the pipe in his mouth ever again.
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