Big, Beefy Bear-Meat - 4-Story Bundle Pack of Bear Baiting

By John Martin

A four story bundle pack of gay erotica featuring manual workers and rough-living guys; traffic cops and truckers, road gangs and jig workers - big beefy bears and studs, and their burning desire for butt-bruising, rough trade, man-sex.  Four totally different settings, story lines and characters but each story describing the wants, needs and cravings, of real mature men. A brilliant combination of sleazy confessions and explosive sex.

Author John Martin with another zip busting, collection of short stories now bundled together to give value for filth; extreme erotica that leaves nothing to the imagination.

This collection of 'Bear Baiting' will definitely not disappoint. Highly rated, one handed reading especially intended for those who prefer 'real men, real action' gay erotica. This is graphic content suitable for mature adults and over 18's only. Looking for hardcore reading? You just found it– Scroll down and enjoy now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Martin
• Release date: Feb 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393333074

Book preview

#1: The Road Crew

Billings, Montana, is a city that is used to getting a great deal of snowfall in the winter months. The city has gotten so used to dealing with the wet, white stuff, that it has its own response to it down to an art and a science. The truth is, though, that no matter how well prepared a city is for inclement winter weather, there is absolutely nothing that can be done to prepare for the immense amount of disruption to daily life that a severe blizzard can bring when it tears through a city.

This was the case last December when one of the heaviest blizzards of the last forty years hit the Billings area and shut the city down for three days. This was no ordinary blizzard, mind you. This was a weather event that ran almost nonstop for two and a half days, and dumped over four feet of snow onto the ground. When the snowfall slowed to a light dusting at the end of the third day, the city was left hip deep in an accumulation of snow.

Schools were closed, businesses were shut down, and city services were interrupted. The workers of the city departments responsible for essential life services, such as the Department of Water and Power, the Department of Streets and Roadways, and the Department of Sanitation, struggled through the blizzard to keep things as available as possible, and they continued on the several days following it to get things back to normal and people back to their lives. Most of these guys worked double and, in some cases, triple shifts during the week of the storm to keep Billings as operational as best as they could.

All of the city's essential services personnel were stationed out of the city’s shop complex just north of downtown. The complex was home to the truck, storage, equipment, and maintenance bays, as well as other day-to-day boots on the ground needs of the departments of sanitation, streets and roadways, power and water, public transportation, parks, sewer and drainage, engineering, as well as city equipment and vehicle maintenance. Over 150 men called the shop complex, and the lounges and locker rooms inside it, their home base when they were on the clock. During events like the big blizzard, most of the guys would basically live at the shop complex, taking meals in the lounges and catching naps on whatever bit of floor they could find that was dry and unoccupied.

On the third day after the storm stopped, the majority of the city was back to normal, and the men who had worked so hard to get it that way were glad to see the end of their last continuous shift, and were looking forward to some time off, as well as the ability to get back to their homes and families, even if it was just for the night. As the clock approached 6 PM, the door of the city shop locker room opened up, and a steady line of men filed in, all ready for a hot shower and some much-earned relaxation time.

The guys started screwing around, getting undressed, and enjoying the fact that while a few things operated by the city never worked, at least the heaters in the locker room did. They worked so well that it was a nice, toasty 80° inside, despite the fact it was near zero outside. Most of the guys grabbed their personal bags and decided to just head home to see their loved ones, whom they probably had not seen in days. Some decided, however, to go ahead and take advantage of the hot showers and a warm locker room. When the others had gathered their things and left, seven men found themselves standing in the locker room.

Mike and Charlie worked for the Department of Streets and Roadways and had just spent their fifth shift in a row riding plow trucks through the streets, clearing the snow so that cars and buses could make their way safely from Point A to Point B. Jimmy and Steve both worked for the Utility Commission and the Department of Power and Water, and had spent the last week doing everything within their ability to keep the lights on everywhere for the fine people of the city of Billings. They were assisted in this endeavor by the newest member of their crew, Ronnie Sloan, a 21-year-old college dropout who had been told by his father to get a damn job, you useless bum.

The kid had absolutely no idea what he was doing. In fact, he hated the job and was hoping that he could slack off and get fired pretty soon. In his mind, his dad couldn't blame him for being fired. After all, he was an artist, not a blue-collar brute like the men that he was working with. It would be obvious to anyone with even the meanest intelligence that he did not belong among the likes of the beer-swilling, jockstrap-wearing, work-boots-stomping behemoths that he was spending his days with. As he saw it, all these men were ever concerned about were work, beer, cars, and pussy.

Ronnie, on the other hand, fancied himself to be concerned with the more important things in life: such as art, literature, intellectual stimulation, and the pursuit of the betterment of all of mankind. Of course, if Ronnie had been as interested in the betterment of his studies as he was in the betterment of mankind, he might not have found himself flunking out of school at the end of his third semester with a cumulative GPA of 1.1. His father had been less than happy about that, and was even less happy when, during the family conference discussing what the future would hold for the young man, Ronnie decided that it was the best time to announce to the entire family, including his 86-year-old grandfather, that he was gay.

The staff at the convalescent home said that his grandfather was recovering nicely and should be able to get back to a relatively normal life soon. Of course, after such a major heart attack, he would have to be very careful about not getting more massive surprises thrown at him unexpectedly any time soon.

Rounding out the men remaining in the locker room was Tony, a large, swarthy Italian from New York who had joined the Department of Sewers and Drainage earlier in the year. Tony was an impressively large man, and if there was