How I Lost My Cherry At Bear Dance
Posted by Johnny Miles at 8/8/2009 12:04 AM 
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Last night, my partner and I went to The Depot in Fort Lauderdale. A good friend of ours, a photographer by the name of Sylvester Q, was there taking pictures. He's a great photographer who brings out things in you even you didn't know you had!
At any rate, because he asked, we wanted to show our support. The bar has "Bear Dance" on Friday nights. When we first heard about it we though, "Cool! A night when we can let our hair down and chill with a few beers." We had images in our mind of a bunch of wild, spinning bears in a Bacchanalian atmosphere, prancing about a huge bonfire, as in the picture below.
Alas, there were probably only a few dozen guys there, some of them smashed, all in little cliques and no one seemed to step out of their comfort zone. But then again, we didn't exactly reach out to others either. Although, Sylvester did introduce us to two guys who were very nice. We enjoyed chatting with them, despite the loud music.
The evening could have been such a smash, not just because of Sylvester being there to take professional shots of people, but because the concept of a Bear Dance just sounds like so much fun! Picture it, a bunch of bears, happy, drinking, horny. Could have been a wild night! Don't know if perhaps another bar is more popular on Friday's or if Bear Dance just wasn't advertised. In either case, it was a very small turn out.
One of the guys Sylvester introduced us to is a nice, quiet, shy man with a sensuous underside. He's probably about 50ish? I'm real bad with age. At any rate, we are hoping to film him and hope he gives us a call. Sylvester had mentioned him to us a while back. In fact one of the reason we went to Bear Dance, aside from lending our support to Sylvester, was to meet this guy. Ironically, it turns out we've chatted a few times online before but only in terms of a, "Hey sexy, how's it going?" type of thing. Funny how life comes around unto itself, almost as if it were non-linear, like some sort of bizarre Doctor Who episode.
Turns out that while we were there, we ran into one of the guys I used to work with at Broadway Across America. Yeah, I feel I can say it now. It's not like I work for them anymore or have any fears of being fired! At any rate, M was there. It was great to see him. He was one of the guys I sat with during the "unofficial" interview when I realized I was so over the company I couldn't hear them talking. It was wonderful to hear that they offered the position to someone outside the company, someone who had not been affected by the closure of the Call Center or the second wave of lay-offs that took place just this past June. I guess that era of my life is truly, truly gone now. Still makes me sad, though. But as they sang in "Chess" nothing is so good it lasts eternally.
We wound up meeting M's partner and their friends. Shortly after, Alan, another bear friend showed up and we chatted with him for a while. It's always good to see him. Alan runs a grant writing firm here in Lauderdale and is probably one of the loudest, wildest people we know. In fact, he was the one who asked his closest friends and family to go with him on a cruise. If it had not been for Alan, we would not have met many of the people we know now; including Sylvester, who was on the cruise, and Treva Harte, a romance novelist and e-publisher at Loose-Id (who I'm hoping to submit my novel to in another month or so).
At some point towards the end of the night, Sylvester pulled me into the back room, where the photo sessions were taking place. He shot about 12 pics, some of which I really liked and, money willing, will soon purchase.
All in all, though the turn-out was disappointing, we had a good time. But the best thing of all, aside from the fact that I was with my partner doing something different and social, was the fact that my cherry was popped last night. Metaphorically speaking, of course. You see, I have a lot of courage for many things. I can jump into a conversation and find even the smallest of threads that we might have in common; at least that's what my partner says. I can chat with people I don't know on line and talk all night long as if we've known each other all our lives. In fact, there are some people I still chat with online that I met years ago; and we've never met!
But I've been lacking the courage to pass out my business cards to guys I see that might be fun to film. So last night, after a few beers, I gave some out, to J and his friend, the guys Sylvester introduced us to, M from Broadway Across America, Alan and even the two guys who were helping Sylvester. One of them was a tall, bald guy who was very sexy. In fact, as I write this, I'm seeing a theme here: old dawgs, new tricks. Or, since they haven't appeared in porn, that I know of, perhaps, New Dawgs, Old Tricks? Gotta work on that. Not sure I like the word old in there.
But I've been lacking the courage to pass out my business cards to guys I see that might be fun to film. So last night, after a few beers, I gave some out, to J and his friend, the guys Sylvester introduced us to, M from Broadway Across America, Alan and even the two guys who were helping Sylvester. One of them was a tall, bald guy who was very sexy. In fact, as I write this, I'm seeing a theme here: old dawgs, new tricks. Or, since they haven't appeared in porn, that I know of, perhaps, New Dawgs, Old Tricks? Gotta work on that. Not sure I like the word old in there.
At any rate, as we were leaving, Niko spotted a blank spot to put our business cards. So, I went up to the bartender, a big, huge humpy, sexy, muscle bound mother fucker who was SOOOOOOOOOOOO goddamn hot. He asked what we were selling and we said, nothing, we're recruiting for our porn company. Right away, he was like, "Sure! Go ahead." So off we went. I put the cards in the slot and came back to the bartender, my balls dragging on the ground, fear clutching my throat. I knew I had to ask him or I would regret it for the rest of my life.
"I don't suppose you'd be interested in doing porn, would you?" I asked the bartender. "My partner and I think you're very hot and I think it would be fun to film you."
At least, I hope it sounded something like that. I think it was more a derivation thereof and may have come across more like I was some silly school girl. It was probably something more like " 'spose . . . porn . . . partner n me . . . hot . . . fun . . . film . . . intrstd?" A bit like Harry Potter asking Cho to the Ball in Goblet of Fire.
At least, I hope it sounded something like that. I think it was more a derivation thereof and may have come across more like I was some silly school girl. It was probably something more like " 'spose . . . porn . . . partner n me . . . hot . . . fun . . . film . . . intrstd?" A bit like Harry Potter asking Cho to the Ball in Goblet of Fire.
I wasn't surprised when he said he'd already done porn; Bound Gods among them. I nearly came right then and there because the Bound Gods stuff is HOT. They're a BDSM site that gives really good mind fuck. What surprised most was that the bartender was so receptive. I gave him one of our cards and was stunned when he said thanks. I don't know if we'll hear from him. We're probably way too small for him and wouldn't be able to pay him nearly enough. But I guy can hope. I sure the fuck can dream. Oh, and in case you're wondering, his name is Mitch Colby. He's the hot man on the right, with the white tank top.
If we are lucky enough to film him, or any of the other men I passed my card out to, there will be two very happy bears that will be dancing gleefully arm in arm through the streets of Fort Lauderdale.
And that's how my cherry was popped at Bear Dance.
Incidentally, our latest title, Dawg Day Afternoon 2 was released yesterday and is now available for purchase at the introductory price of $14.95. All our other titles are also on sale, for the same price, in our "Dawg Daze of Summer" Sale. As always, thank you for reading!
And that's how my cherry was popped at Bear Dance.
Incidentally, our latest title, Dawg Day Afternoon 2 was released yesterday and is now available for purchase at the introductory price of $14.95. All our other titles are also on sale, for the same price, in our "Dawg Daze of Summer" Sale. As always, thank you for reading!
Leave it to you to wrangle a Dr. Who reference into a bear dance and porn recruiting post. :-)
Congrats on the cherry-popping networking and socializing adventure. Wish I had the balls to do that sort of stuff.
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Frankly, considering how much The Dock-tuh has traveled through time and space, including the end of the universe, I'm surprised he hasn't run into any Dancing Bears. I mean, considering how much running he does and having met the Joodoon (sp?)
Thanks, David! And trust me when I tell you, I think the liquor had a lot to do with it. Perhaps it will be become easier? Kinda like how they say the second time you get fucked doesn't hurt as much as the first? Though, frankly, after the 2nd or third time I gave up on that because I REALLY dislike being fucked. I have a hard enough time wondering if I should let out a little gas in case it winds up being something else!
Thanks for the laughs big bro from another mama.
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Wow, that reply went in an unexpected direction :-) As a dedicated bottom, I tell you it all depends on the top :-)
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I'm sure you're right about that but . . . nah. I really don't like dick up my ass. A finger, a tongue, okay. Dick? No.
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