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"What's your poison, mate?" the bar back asked. I had never been into M.T.'s Star before, but my friends raved about it. So far, though, it seemed underwhelming. Maybe it would pick up soon.
ReplyDelete"What's on special?"
"Bear Happy Hour starts soon; drafts and bottles are $2 off; whiskey and scotch are 2-4-1. A cute otter like you will probably want a Yeungling."
"I'll take a vodka soda." He gives me a look. "Beach season starts in a month," I explain.
"Alright, mate. But you might feel out of place here. Tomorrow is Twink Twerkit." He grabs a glass and pours a hefty amount of vodka with a splash of soda, squeezes a lime into it.
I take the drink and scan the room. More guys enter. What's he talking about? These are jocks, str8s, and a few twinks. I'd expect more bears, cubs, and otters for a Bear Happy Hour.
Suddenly, I feel a little light-headed. In the bathroom as I splash some water on my face, something feels off. I look in the mirror. "What the hell? Where's my beard?"
I haven't been beardless in about 3 years. I barely recognize myself and even then, I had plenty of chest hair. I've never been smooth, but no hair is peaking out of my V-Neck like usual. I pull off my shirt, and sure enough there's a bare chest there. And it's skinny. I pinch the skin at my abs. I have never been a skinny guy. Lean yes, but I could never lose that final layer abdominal fat. Yet here I was, with a six pack. Not the sick pack of an athlete but that of someone who only eats rabbit food.
I take another look in the mirror. I look so young and my skin looks so good. I turn around to see my ass. "O-M-G!" I say to myself, a little higher than normal. "I can't believe I wore these baggy jeans and shirt out to a bar. I just... I can't right now!"
One of the stalls opens up, and big papa bear exits with a hold-all. Damn, he's big. Not fat, but not lean either. Moreover, he has a glorious beard and from the looks of it and a large (and hard) dick.
I'm consuming him with my eyes and getting a little hard imagining him tying me to the bed and plowing my ass. Some part of me knows that this isn't me. I'm usually the top. I'm not effeminate, and I usually go for jocks and other otters. But that part is fleeting. And I don't really care either.
"Hey, daddy. What say you take this little lost boy home to your cave and eat him up?"
He looks at me. "Sorry, Twinkie, I'm here for the wildlife." He walks past me to the barroom floor.
Well, he doesn't know what he's missing. I walk proudly and confidently back to the bar. Salvage the pride.
The bar is finally starting to look like a bear happy hour. In fact it looks like I'm the only college student here. The others must have left. The barback looks at me. "I told you you'd feel out of place. Here's a Yeungling, on the house."
Nice story - thanks for posting.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great and unique story. Thanks for submitting :)
ReplyDeleteI'd like to see a follow up to this, its a nice idea!
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