READ MORE: The Biggest Lover (ed. R. Jackson)

Bear Bones Books returns with a new erotica title: The Biggest Lover, a collection of steamy tales for big-boned chubs and bears, and their admirers. The first anthology of its kind, it features twenty-one stories from a diverse range of writers. It has taken too long for an erotica anthology to feature such men. As Girth & Mirth founding father Reed Wilgoren stated, “Just as people are coming out every day—men and women realizing their sexuality—new Bears and new Chubbies and new chasers are also evolving in the world. There have to be people waiting to embrace them and show them the way, much as who helped me to become what I am and who I am today.” It is our hope that readers who felt denied of attention and affection will read these stories and realize that love has no weight limit, no threshold, and neither should self-esteem.

An excerpt from 'Bulk City Gym' by Jack Fritscher:

Massive! My dad was built big like a cocky powerlifter. He was a local construction trucker. Hard-bodied bear, bearded, athletic burly look, handsome as all outdoors, and hung a full third of a yard. Inside the thick neck of his blue collar, he was a laid-back free spirit. As a kid, I imagined he worked as a pro wrestler, not the comic-book ugly villains, but one of the broad-shouldered, thick-armed heroes, armored by his big, but tight, hairy belly, standing on legs like twin oaks.
    I grew up loving his Power Look.
    Some guys whose taste is no wider than Gentleman’s Quarterly have a hard time understanding that not every man who loves men likes them garbed and groomed to the ‘nines and ‘tens, all gussied up with underarm deodorant, mousse, shaved chests, and thirty-two-inch inseams. Me? I like men big. I want to be one. I intend to get as big as I can. Not just so I can play some ball in college, but so I can make my dick as big as it can be pumped and stretched.
​    Mention “Bears” to some men and they go crazy: hairy, powerfully built men, usually bearded, maybe a little attractively balding, thick furry forearms and hands, the kind of horse-hung men who, if they were centaurs, would be Clydesdales. My dad was the picture of bear-solid manhood, right down to his dick. Built as big as he was, he was gifted with a massive cock that jutted out below his belly and hung stallion thick down between his thunder thighs.

The Biggest Lover is out now from Lethe Press/Bear Bones Books. Click here to buy.