Doug complained via text message about his flight execution to Palm Springs, when it was the wee hours for me.

“Dude, it’s 5 a.m. Just get on the plane,” I messaged back as I, too, was boarding a flight but from Norfolk, Virginia. “Are you wheels up yet in Toronto?”

He ended up calling me as they were calling people to line up.

“Just need you to be a little less insensitive to what’s happening here,” he said to me as he was yelling. ” We could always cancel the trip, Keenan.”

I had a connecting flight to Dallas, then would shoot to another plane headed straight for the desert city. I was cool and calm whenever I traveled, and was super chill knowing I’d finally meet Doug and Fur (real name Chuck) after five years of social media banter and emails.

“Please don’t cancel. I guarantee you, the hassles will be worth it, I assure you,” I told Doug.

Doug was the main ingredient of the trio as he was the most accomplished writer, one who so was intricate in his erotica fantasies that he was renown in many circles. He was also the glue to our group as Fur and I both knew him first through our posts, and he would bring the three of us together as we all wrote erotica, but brought different styles.

When we first discussed meeting I offered their towns of residence as Doug was a Torontonian and Fur lived in San Francisco, but they both clamored to travel. I mentioned us linking in the gay bear mecca, and they agreed, as we planned to collaborate on a project and have a little fun in between.

“You get to touchdown, and all will be forgotten,” I messaged once more when the plane was about leave Norfolk, only for him to complain about the state of his feet and how he would need a good massage when he’d land.

I initially made advances to Doug, as he was a polar bear in the six foot, 240 lb. range, with his thick, white beard and Canadian accent. He mentioned he was married and played on the side, often switching roles in the bedroom to where he piqued my interest to want to experience him first hand. Time went along and so the attraction faded while the friendship arose, and I began to love and care for the 63-year-old that loved pistachios. Fur would be collateral damage as I began to follow his postings of steamy stories, and wanted nothing more than to be balls deep in the a 61-year-old San Fran resident, but learned he, too was married, and not inclined to fly 2,000 miles to fuck as much as share ideas on written entertainment.

“Hey bud. Doug is freaking out right now,” Fur texted. “I’m on the road now. I’ll see you shortly.”

Our common interest of writing on frisky men finally brought us together, with my flight landing in Palm Springs 12 p.m. local time, and Fur right at baggage claim, his six foot four, 320 lb. bearded frame waiting with open arms.

“I got the keys to the suite already,” Fur mentioned as he checked into the six bedroom airBnB. “My items are in the house. After we get Doug, then we can bring your stuff, too.”

The ornery Canadian would land just 45 minutes after I grabbed my bag. We waited patiently in baggage claim to see a perturbed Doug approaching us, warranting hugs from his faraway friends to alleviate the drama and prep for a good time.

“I need a drink, and I know exactly where to get one,” he said to us.

Fur drove to Hunters as it was Friday, and the place would be packed with guys like us and the normal twinks and chasers.

“Straight whiskey, no chaser,” Doug told the bartender at Hunters, as we made there once we dropped off our things.

The three of us sat at the bar chatting, with me occasionally rubbing Doug’s back to calm him, and make him enjoy the moment. Fur and I weren’t nearly as stressed, as he and I looked at the bright side of things vice the perils.

“Like I said, we gotta make sure you have a good time,” I whispered to Doug as I was sitting to his left, with Fur to his right.

That brought down his wall as he sipped his drink, and a younger, handsome black bear bottom came up to him and tapped his shoulder, wanting to dance. They’d cut a rug to house music, creating a show for all to see while Fur and I looked on. Another guy, older, Latino, bearded type, would come up to Fur and the two hugged as if they knew each other, then they would also get on the floor and act up as the music was pumping. I turned to look at the liquor selection and the bartender, as he saw me and laughed.

“Looks like your buddies left you,” he said. “Let’s have a shot, on me.”

He poured two shots of Bombay, we toasted, and flamed them down our throats before we high fived and I started nodding to the beat.

“You’re in Palm Springs, bitch,” he said out loud while waving his hands in the air. “Enjoy yourself.”

After a couple songs I would order two club sandwiches, then guys would sit down minutes later just in time for me to split the food between them. By this time, Doug was calm, and we’d engage in conversation with all the handsome guys with different backgrounds sitting at the bar, discussing sports, native origins, politics, and of course sex, as majority of the men sitting were in relationships. I looked at my watch as what was supposed to be a quick stop for drinks and dancing, turned into three hours of social time as this set off our meet on the right foot. I would hint to Fur and Doug that I wanted to leave, but would come back to retrieve them if they weren’t ready. They disagreed, choosing to depart with me as Fur paid the tab, and we exited to his truck for me to drive. 30 minutes later we were stopping at the grocery store for goodies, then an hour later moving everything from the truck.

We’d ait briefly in the living room of the lavish house before we all realized we were pooped, decided to call it a night early and regroup in the morning. I ended up taking a long, hot shower as the two of them would get on the phone with their husbands, with me lost in the massage of the pelting of the water against my traveled skin. I’d cut the water off and step out of the stall 30 minutes layer, pondering having a glass of wine and watching television afterwards and would walk into the bedroom to find a nice surprise: Doug and Fur naked, laying side by side in my bed.

“What are you two doing,” I asked them before chuckling.

“You knew this was inevitable,” Doug said. “And after the flights I had and what I went through, I need a little loving.”

They never lost sight of me having the hots for them, and I restrained myself all this time because I didn’t want to breach our friendship. The two polar bears turned me on more when they made out, their tongues frantically swiping as they jerked while their cocks below.

“You wanna play,” Fur asked when they stopped.

I tossed my towel and slowly climbed on the bed to hover over the two of them, then I laid in the middle as Fur would kiss me first with his thick tongue, and Doug following up as he tried to suck mine.

“I’ve been waiting too long to do this,” Doug whispered, and I would end up on top of him as he faced me with my lower body between his thighs as I could feel his thick pubes hosting mine.

Fur was laying on top of me somewhat as I felt his hairy body, hard cock includee on my back.

“This is wonderful,” I said as there was no better touch than being sandwiched between two bears.

It was like “a reverse Oreo,” if you could picture as I was the “chocolate” and they were the cream.

“If times were different, I’d definitely fuck you,” Fur whispered in my left ear before he licked behind it, with his beard tickling my skin.

Doug caressed and squeezed my breasts as we kissed, the sloppy exchange between us propelling things to get stiff below.

“Feel that cock,” he said to me as we snickered with Fur sloppily kissing the back of my neck.

I propped up my upper body with my arms as if I was in a pushup position, and Fur would go lower, navigating his tongue from my neck, down my spine before he spread my cheeks to let it linger through my fold.

Fur was an expert rimmer as he managed to slip that tongue deep inside me, and have me break stance to where I laid on Doug’s chest as if it was a pillow. I felt hid mustache pressed against my balls while he filed me, before he pried my thighs apart and took his tongue to mark an “x” numerous times on my taint. He then dropped light smooches at the base of my hangers, then began lapping at my pair from behind until he grabbed my dick by the base to bathe it in his saliva. I started sucking Doug’s left nipple as the only collaborating that was happening now consisted of us doing each other, and ultimately creating fresh material. I whimpered as Fur showed how much he’d been wanting my cock, deep throating it as he bent it backwards and sent me to a level of unmatched pleasure.

“That’s right. Suck daddy’s nipple while your other daddy sucks that cock,” Doug said to me.

I couldn’t move while Fur blew me, and all of a sudden I was shivering, as this man would muster a load out of me in the most awkward position so sudden.

“Look at him. He’s ready to blow,” Doug said to Fur before it happened.

Fur achieved a record as he made me shoot within five minutes, as he made me cum profusely before catching every drop.I was spent, not realizing that both he and Doug wanted their turn, too.

“We’re not finished buddy,” Doug told me as he grabbed his throbbing cock.

Doug mentioned time before he wanted to try my hole, and now was the time. Fur also expressed his desire to get off, and so Fur released my balls and cock, and Doug directed me to get on my side as he wanted to see how accommodating my ass really was. Fur would lay in front of me, stroking his cock, kissing me while I heard Doug positioning himself behind me, then felt him lubricating my hole as I had to brace myself for what was next.

“Raise your leg, baby,” he whispered in my ear as I raised my left leg.

I felt Doug’s thick, hard pipe as he rubbed my ass cheeks while using a hand to rub lubricant on my hole. I’d hear him jerking his cock, too in preparation of entering me, with Fur and I making out as he jerked his cock.

“Ready,” Doug asked as I couldn’t brace for that gigantic mushroom head, as he struggled mightily to enter me at first but he’d manage to puncture my poor hole while I hollered.

I felt him grind his hips as he tried to drive it in me, and I held on to Fur as I needed something to absorb the pain.

“Just take a deep breath, baby,” Fur said.

He coached me into taking Doug’s bulging muscle, as I would feel Doug’s ‘s pubes brushing my balls as he slow grinded inside of me. I took my left hand and pressed at his back as to ensure he was inside of me, and I continued to feel that dick of his knocking around inside of me, as my hole belched.

“Fur he’s got some good twat,” Doug said as he grooved.

That strong dick would be a proponent to a hot session as suddenly he didn’t hurt as much, for he used that dick to massage my insides. Fur became more enthralled and would shoot a load that hit my belly and cock, only for him to get low and ingest his own cum off of me.

“Doug daddy, you’re deep,” I told him as he was working my hole like a beaver, sliding that hard prick in and out of me like a train at a station.

Doug hit the spot so well that I became engorged again, with Fur right on the money as he continued to suck me while I was getting fucked. I felt Doug’s beard hairs as he sucked my neck, and pounded away harder as the anal orgasms wouldn’t stop. His body clapped to mine as he began to grunt, and Fur would intensify things as he became more excited, and would pull yet another nut out of me, while Doug moaned and gave me a refill. He would pull out shortly after, his body still in shock from the actions of my tight hole.

“Fuck boy,” he said as he smacked my ass.

Fur swallowed me while Doug bred me, with the both of them rushing to get up and hit the bathroom after. I was too worn out to stay up another moment, and would wake up hours later in the bed alone as the two of them crashed in their own rooms.

This would however be the beginning to one wild visit between us.