Bear At The Faire
I love going to renaissance faires for there is never a shortage of ales and hairy men to sample. I am a big fan of both and having them at the same place is very exciting for me. I turned thirty-five this year and I always treated myself to a trip to a renaissance faire no matter where they are located. I found myself going to the one near Kansas City, Kansas in early October.
I headed straight to a pub despite it being only shortly after noon. The pub was a large open shelter with just a roof to keep the sun off the customers. A bar was at one end of the pub and several serving wenches were kept busy filling up mugs of various shapes. A lone serving wench was picking up the empties from the long tables.
I stood in line for fifteen minutes and ordered a pint of dark ale. I found an empty seat on one of the long benches and took a large swallow of the dark ale. I licked my lips and looked the crowd over. The majority were men wearing a variety of leather and metal armor. I continued to enjoy my dark ale and wondered if I would get lucky this year. I was half way through my pint of dark ale when I noticed a very hairy and large man walk into the tavern.
The stranger stood at least six foot five and had dark brown hair that was braided in a ponytail that reached the middle of his back. His face and arms were covered with thick hair that sent shivers through me. He was a solid mass of mostly muscles with a slight beer belly. The stranger wore black leather boots, leggings and vest that barely fit his broad chest.
I watched him as he strolled up to the bar and ordered a pint of dark ale. He turned around and looked around for a place to sit. The only seat available was next to me on the bench. He sat down and caught me staring at him.
"Hello there," he said in a deep voice. "Like what you see?"
I nodded with a smile. I looked like an ant sitting next to him even though I was five foot ten. I wore a light purple bard shirt and black leather pants. My light brown hair was neck-length and straight. I was slender but I also had the slight bulge around my middle from drinking too much.
"Are you supposed to be a barbarian?" I asked with a friendly smile.
"I'm a Viking berserker," the big man said before taking a large swallow of the dark ale.
He wiped the beer off his thick mustache and let out a belch.
"That's mighty fine ale," he said with a chuckle.
I took another swallow of my alcoholic brew and belched. The stranger laughed and held out his hand.
"My name's Ragar," he said as I slipped my small hand into his.
"I'm Tom," I said as we shook hands.
"So do you come to the ren faires often?"
"Every chance that I get."
"Do you enjoy the fight tournaments?"
"Sometimes I stagger over to watch a few but mostly I enjoy sampling the ales."
We drank our dark ales and talked for the next thirty minutes. Ragar then told me that he had to get back to the fight arena. We drained our pints and walked with him to the fight arena. I wished him luck and he told me that he'll see me afterwards. I found a seat and enjoyed the mock fights. Ragar fought four times and easily won them all.
The fight tournaments were over shortly after six o'clock. I met Ragar after the fights were over and he invited me to share a meal. We went to a food vendor and had turkey sandwiches. After our bellies were full of food, we headed back to the pub and enjoyed more dark ale. This time we had more than just one pint.
"So are you staying for the entire week?" Ragar asked me after our third pints of ale.
"I'm staying the entire week and I was lucky enough to get a motel room for that period of time."
"I'm camping here for the week. That's a good thing because I'm going to get wasted tonight."
We both ended up getting pretty drunk that night. The big Viking invited me back to his tent and we stumbled off to find it. We got lost twice but eventually ended up at the right camping area. His tent was large enough to fit three normal people or him and one other.
"Why don't you stay with me for the night?" Ragar asked with a slight slur to his words.
"I would love to," I replied. "If you don't mind sleeping with men."
He caught my meaning and gave me a big smile. His hairy arms wrapped around me and he gave me a bear hug. Ragar kissed me and his thick facial hair tickled me. I returned the kiss before he unwrapped his hairy arms from around me. We went into the tent with the intention to fuck but we ended up passing out before we even got our shirts off.
I awoke the next morning feeling ragged but without a headache. My new hairy friend was nowhere to be seen so I climbed out of the tent into the cool fresh Kansas air. I took a deep breath and stretched the kinks out of my body.
"Good morning, sleepy head," I heard a familiar voice said.
I turned and found Ragar approaching the camp with a bag and two large foam cups full of steaming coffee. He handed me one of the cups of coffee and sat down on the log. I told him thanks and sat next to him. Ragar pulled out two breakfast sandwiches that consisted of sausages between biscuits.
He handed me one of the breakfast sandwiches and I thanked him again. We ate and drank while enjoying the cool early morning air.
"What's on your agenda today?" my hairy friend asked.
"I might wander around the market square and look for souvenirs," I replied. "What about you?"
"I'm getting together with a few friends for sword practice. I have to fight again in the arena this afternoon. You plan on watching again?"
I nodded as I took a bit of my breakfast sandwich. The biscuit was buttered and the sausage tasted like maple. My stomach didn't reject the food so I knew my hangover would not last long.
"How about we meet after the fights and you take me back to your hotel room? I could use a shower and maybe we won't pass out."
"Sounds like a good plan."
We went our separate ways after a quick kiss. I browsed the market square without finding anything before heading over to the fight arena. I met him after the fighting was done and we left for my hotel room. Ragar suggested I order something to eat from room service while he took a shower.
I ordered roast beef sandwiches and it arrived shortly before he finished his shower. He walked out wearing only a pair of black leather chaps and his entire body was covered with the coarse thick hair. His uncircumcised penis was huge even while limp and I wondered how big he would get when he was erect.
We ate the sandwiches before I stripped out of my clothes. He bent down to kiss me and my hand went immediately around his huge penis. I pulled his foreskin back and his glan swelled in my hand. I stroked his huge penis while we kissed. His penis was a foot long when fully erect.
To my relief, he leaned over on the bed. I spat on my hand and stroke my own uncircumcised penis until it was fully hard at seven inches. I spread his hairy and huge buttocks wide and guided the tip of my saliva-covered penis towards his hairy asshole. I met resistance at first but I soon managed to penetrate him.
Ragar moaned as I slipped my entire seven inches into his hairy asshole. I began to slide my hard penis in and out of his anus. I pulled out shortly before I exploded. Semen splattered on his hairy asshole.
We kissed before I knelt before him. I wrapped my lips around his huge purple crown and began sucking. He exploded in my mouth and I swallowed every drop of his precious semen.
Ragar stayed the night and we fell asleep in each other's arms. We spent the rest of the week enjoying the renaissance faire and each other. We parted with each other’s addresses and phone numbers. I was glad that I had met the bear at the faire and I hope someday to take his huge penis up my asshole.

