Goldilocks & the Three Bears
by adam
-hot child in the city
Runnin' wild and lookin' pretty -
Nick Gilder
Once upon a time, in a suburb near near by, in a two
story duplex that was just across from the park, lived a young man who was coming to terms
with tedium. Goldilocks was from a long line of middle class middle America and as his
mother proudly pointed out on her Tuesday night bridge games, a cousin of a self made car
salesman whom lived in California and owned his own home. It was rumoured even, that
he was due to make senior management within the year.
Goldilocks knew his mum had such dreams for his future but as he sat
dreamily in his window twirling his unruly yet pretty gold hair around a finger and
batting his golden eye lashes, he watched the aeroplanes above. They fascinated him with
their ability to leave.
It wasn't as if he hadn't tried to embrace his existence.
He had exhausted the reasonably landscaped shopping centre that was
half heartedly called the mall. The near by woods was well travelled by the high schoolers
and the occasional vagrant, but the charms of the warm keg and the lull of the skillfully
rolled joint had left him wanting. He absolutely refused to purchase a scooter.
He was at least having sex. He met a Harry, Dick and a Tom over the
years in a park rest room in the early morning. The first date was always a few minutes
later in the nearest stall. There were 39, 41 and 45 respectively. All married and with
children. Cruising in their minivans, they would pick up Goldilocks at the corner.
Sometimes he'd get a slurpee afterwards to wash his mouth out with. Goldilocks had only
begun to recently not answer to answer their calls. The boys his own age that he had
managed to get naked with had nothing but confessed guilt afterwards and pregnant 16 year
old wives soon after that. Future Toms, Dicks and Harrys he supposed.
Goldilocks found himself doing outrageous and needless things. He told
people wanting for the bus that the bus they were waiting for was not running that day. He
pretended to receive devastating news on his cell phone in public places. He placed
suggestive photos with his phone number in his library books and returned them. He
masturbated in the den while his grandmum baked in the next room. But after the initial
thrill, the widening of the bluest of blue eyes, the flare of fun all went away and left
him on his well maintained lawn and his mum's moderately priced but dashing sport utility
vehicle.
Late in the night Goldilocks packed his backpack, grabbed his life and
disappeared down the road under the orange sodium street lights. An empty train car was
his jumbo jet. As it stormed down the tracks into the night Goldilocks watched the
7-Elevens, the strip malls, the empty car parks and highschool flash by. As the blinking
lights of the solitary porn video shop
out on the highway faded in the darkness, he waved goodbye.
Goldilocks arrived in The City and promptly became lost.
He wandered the fashionable coffee houses he had only witnessed in
sitcoms and down past the crime scenes he had only seen on Cops. He spent several days
wandering the streets and alleys and his nights sleeping peacefully in the parks. It was
blissful.
But where Goldilocks could find food in the dumpster for his hunger and
water from the fountains for his thirst, he soon awoke each morning aching to start a new
life of crime.
Being from far away, and an amateur thief he had no idea that the one
row house he felt was a sure bet, was a grave mistake.
Goldilocks slipped in through a window that had been dark for days.
And unwittingly into the bears den.
All three of which were home.
Goldilocks admitted if only to himself that his knowledge of the
homosexual was limited to his exposure to the desperate suburban strain which were for the
most part, closeted devoted husbands to the prom queen or the queens everyone hated to
love at the florists.
He had never seen a bear.
He had startled them, falling through the window and right onto their
battered but duct tape mended leather couch. Goldi knew enough from nature programmes that
one should never surprise a bear. Most especially bears watching two televisions
simultaneously, one with recorded Desert Storm military footage and the other a rather
intense spanking porn.
How, he wondered to himself, had he missed the three carefully parked
Harley Davidsons outside, he would never know.
All three stood as one and looked down at him with a mixture of rage
and something else. It reminded Goldi a bit of the look on his younger brother's face on
Christmas morning. Fearing he would soon be unwrapped Goldi made a desperate attempt to
scramble back out of the window he had arrived in. But instead he froze in interest.
The nearest bear, naked but for his leather harness and tattoos (and
his fur of course) crushed his half full (this author is an optimist) beer, exploding the
can of Schiltz in his mighty paw and advanced.
Goldilocks whimpered as he was easily swung over a strong shoulder.
It was a large and impressively dank cellar that the bears owned and
outfitted. Besides the top notch punching bag and extensive weights they had arranged,
they had also built a dungeon alongside the pool table.
They had cut Goldilocks faded denims off with garden shears and ripped
his white T-shirt right off his body with all the fury witnessed on nature channels. They
were pleased with his lack of underpants and his ownership of his foreskin which they
promptly attached a clothing pin. Goldi was soon fitted with a metal bit, a rubber cock
ring and lashed securely in leather
wrist and ankle cuffs arse up over an even more leather work horse.
They discussed his fate for several seconds.
Goldi moaned when he felt the cold lube squirted on his back and arse
and then cried out when he was sure the first bear had pushed his cock into his arse. A
check up between his legs were daunting. It was just the bear's middle finger up to the
hairy knuckle.
The cock came soon afterwards.
Tears leaked from Goldi's eyes. It was much too big. Impossibly huge.
Ridiculous in size. The leather work horse rocked on it's steel legs. The other two bears
discussed the latest game scores while debating politics over crudite. They high fived
each other as the bear pulled out, much to Goldi's relief, and finished himself off onto
the young man's back.
Goldilocks came back to senses some time later. His arse hurt. They
slid him off of the work horse and hung him in a swing harness that held his legs apart
and his ankles up over his head. The second bear was getting ready with some motor oil.
Goldi shut his eyes and waited for the colossal to happen. He waited a
bit more. He opened his eyes in concern. The second bear was hard at work. Goldi had his
hands free so he put them between his legs and yes indeed, the bear was fucking him. But
it was much too small. Tiny. A 10 year old girl would have been hung more adequately.
Sensing the bear's sensitivity to this
matter he managed several half hearted moans and even a sigh but on the most part the
experience and the steady rocking left him drowsy and he soon fell to sleep.
When he woke he was back on the leather duct taped couch to the scent
of poppers. In fact, his wrists were duct taped as well, the silver type not gray on the
furniture. Goldilocks was touched.
The last bear was smoking a joint and working his biceps with some free
weights. It grinned with sharp teeth when it saw Goldi was awake.
Goldilocks stretched liking the feel of a rubber cock ring when he was
completely naked. He wondered for a moment, what his mum would think. The bear tossed the
free weight behind him and cracked its knuckles. Goldi was flipped on his face. The bear
mounted him confidently, growling and biting his neck when he tried to rise. The massive
haunches held Goldi's thighs
apart and an arm like a tree trunk locked under his hips and pulled his arse against its
body. The bear slapped its heavy swelled cock up under Goldi's balls and shoved his pretty
face hard down into the sofa.
Goldi's big blue eyes widened when the smooth push, the hard grunt and
the giant paw grabbed his own cock and squeezed and pulled.His cock went amazingly hard.
Goldilocks spread his thighs further for the bear and pressed himself
into the callused palm more than willingly making sounds even more pretty than his golden
hair. The neon from the faltering Busch Light sign that hung in their fireplace danced
across the formica table tops. The sound of anti-aircraft fire and the voice of General
Norman Schwarzkopf wafted like music over the brown shag carpeting.
It was just right.
It was dawn when the dangerous rumbling of the bear awoke Goldilocks.
He was nestled against the creatures broad chest and apparently another bear had ventured
too close sniffing at his Baileys toned thighs. He stretched and yawned safe and warm. The
bear patted his fine bare arse and gestured towards the empty coffee pot and an un ironed
suit. Apparently the bear worked in accounts receivable for a company downtown and
was late for work.
Goldi smiled up at the bear, and knowing hibernation was just a few
months away, he decided to stay and help in the collection of nuts and berries despite the
risk of being further mauled.
the end