From within the gay subculture of bears, gay men,who refuse to be ashamed of their own size, shape,and hairiness, comes a boundary-expanding,collection of hot-and-heavy erotic fiction that,celebrates male-to-male lust in all its forms. The,first and only collection of erotica to address,this long untapped market, this fabulous,collection includes such esteemed contributers as:,David Bergman, Trevor Callahan, Jr., Simon,Sheppard, R.E. Neu, Dale Chase, Karl Von Uhl and,many others.
This revised edition of Suresha's thought-provoking, humorous collection of interviews with men discusses gay male stereotyping, commodification of the human body, the oppressiveness of the "physical ideal," and how body image affects personal growth.
Cowboys, Roman warriors and even a Norse God are some of the horny, hairy, beefy guys you will encounter in this new collection of erotic fiction, featuring writers such as Jeff Mann, R.E. Neu, Hank Edwards and Simon Sheppard. Ron Sureshais the editor of "Bears on Bears" and "Bearotica." He lives in Providence, R.I.
Fresh from both "Best Gay Erotica" 1997 and 1998, and the National Small Press Book Award to his third collection, "Rainbow County and 11 Other Stories, Titanic" is a novella anchoring 11 very diverse and quite literate short stories of erotic themes.
Does a Bear read in the woods? You bet your sweet woof he does! Bears in the Wild, the third Bearotica collection of hot and hairy short fiction, draws readers deeper into the lush forest of masculine desire. These tales reveal at a mysterious bonfire a whole new tribe of lusty gay, bi, and queer male characters from the Bear cult, joyously playing and participating in their naked, natural rituals. Editor R. Jackson presents sixteen fresh, arousing, compelling stories of homomasculine love by famed and favorite contributors such as Simon Sheppard, Jeff Mann, Dale Chase, Jay Neal, and Jay Starre, as well as new voices. Reading these sometimes humorous, often insightful, but always sensual tales of burly, macho men sharing their fierce and furry love may grow hair on the palms of your paws or at least, show you what bears really do in the woods.
Another erotic release in the Hot & Hairy Fiction line, Bear Lust offers readers captivating tales. Cowboys, Roman warriors and even a Norse God are some of the horny, hairy, beefy guys you will encounter in this collection of erotica, featuring writers such as Jeff Mann, R.E. Neu, Hank Edwards and Simon Sheppard.
In intense, lyrical language, Jeff Mann's short stories give us an array of tormented characters: adulterous lovers, a kidnapper and his handsome victim, the sadistic ghost of a Confederate soldier, a yearning forestry student, an eager masochist, and a hairy biker. Winner of a Lambda Literary Award for Best Gay Erotica, these tales explore the sex and psychology of BDSM and of bear culture, and most are set in Mann's native Appalachia, an area often mythologized as a place where the wilderness within converges with the wilderness without.
Excerpt from: Carbon Dating The Bear I'm as embarrassed as hell. Normally, I wouldn't even consider appearing in public like this. Naked, except for handkerchief-sized red Speedos strung up between my ass cheeks like those Aussie lifesavers. I hope none of the neighbors is watching as I knock on the door to my best mate Robbie's house, hoping he won't answer the door. I'm praying it's his dad. You see, I have a problem. I'm 19, pretty good looking, not an ounce of body fat on my slim, okay, skinny frame. Long, black hair, which hangs seductively across my face. My dick is average size, between 61/2 and 7," depending on which porn movie is in the DVD player when you measure. My body is twink hairless except for a clump of pubic seaweed, and my ass is smooth as butter and as bubbly as a balloon. Okay, what's the problem, you're asking? The problem is I just can't get laid. Let me rephrase that. I can't get laid by the guys I fancy. I suppose two telling points I should mention here: I'm a bit on the, shall we say, less than macho side, nothing flaming, but you'd never mistake me for Russell Crowe. Plus, I'm a top. Sure, I'd love to reciprocate, but just the idea of a cock entering my butt hole sends my body into shutdown and sphincter central locks all entrances to the building. Oh, did I mention my homme (yes, I'm studying French at college) of choice is a delicious, mature daddy with just a fleck of grey through his temples highlighting his desirability. Hair on his head is not essential. Hair on his chunky body is. The more fuzz that covers his body, the better I like it. The better I like it, the harder my cock gets. Alas, most men of that age either find it too arduous to douche or simply only have time to stick their dick in any available cubhole and squirt before racing home to the wife, husband or spouse of unspecified gender. I usually satisfy myself with a quick fumble in a borrowed bedroom, a suburban shithouse, or a noirish alleyway, only occasionally going upmarket for a quick blowjob in someone's Ute or family sedan with baby seat attached. Once I encountered a truckie, who was everything I ever dreamed of, until he took off his trousers and revealed he was wearing white stockings and a suspender belt. No wonder then that last night I was running off at the mouth on meeting a gentleman of such proportion and charm that I was practically drooling. It was the occasion of a charmless party that I'd attended with mates Robbie and Viz. Unusually, none of us scored that night. "There was no one there over 35." I moaned dramatically. Robbie and Viz in the back seat were indulging me, though not without a certain amount of eyes heavenwar
Previously issued by Harrington Park Press, Southern Tier Editions, 2006 with title Bi guys: firsthand fiction for bisexual men and their admirers edited by Ron Suresha.
