Find Don the bear

It takes a little while in the dim bar, but you're a determined bear hunter. You try to ignore that the daddy bear is obviously watching you as you go looking. The two delivery men are still playing their pool game, and you pass by, scanning for the brown haired bear. The studly man playing darts continues his solo game, putting down his bottle. For just a second you think you recognize him, but then he turns away again. You scan around through the crowd, and eventually find Don leaning against the wall at one end of the bar. He smiles as you approach, his teeth visible in his brown beard.

"Still having fun?" he asks.

"Yeah," you say, and blush.

He nods, an amused smile on his face. "You're pretty much hooked on bear dick, aren't you?"

You are so glad the place is dimmed. You manage to laugh off the comment, but your dick grows hard in your jeans. Don tips back the last of his beer and puts it on the railing. He wraps one big arm around your neck, and tugs you in playfully, rubbing your head with his other hand. You can smell his musk, and you get a close-up of those dark hairs at the collar of his shirt.

"Yeah, you're a chaser all right," he laughs, letting go. "You wanna come back to my place? I got it to myself for a while yet."

That makes you blink.

"I got a partner," he says, and shrugs. He grins at your face, obviously finding your reaction very amusing. "But we play together and apart. No worries if that's a problem, boy. But I'd like to play with you."