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.
Read an excerpt from 'Hustler's Game' by Landon Dixon
It was hushed in the room, just the overheated breathing of Brent rasping harshly, as Tim rubbed his cock through his suit, lightly gripping and pumping the throbbing, growing length under the expensive, straining silk. Brent closed his eyes and tilted his head back, spread his legs wider apart, clutching Tim’s shoulder. Tim pumped up and down with his hand, his small, dexterous fingers swirling and stroking. Until he saw a stain appear high up on Brent’s fly, a darker spot against the dark material, growing in size as he petted the man’s cock.
He pulled his hand away and said, “Mind if I take off my shirt? It’s getting pretty warm in here.”
Brent’s eyes popped open. He gulped, his cock a pulsating length in his pants. “No, go ahead!” he croaked.
Tim stood up and stripped off his shirt, tossed it onto the TV mounted on the chest of drawers. The shirt draped over one of the black boxes that sat atop the television set. Tim’s chest was smooth and golden-brown, his nipples tan and puffy, his stomach flat and narrow. He sat back down on the bed, snuggling against Brent.
It was hushed in the room, just the overheated breathing of Brent rasping harshly, as Tim rubbed his cock through his suit, lightly gripping and pumping the throbbing, growing length under the expensive, straining silk. Brent closed his eyes and tilted his head back, spread his legs wider apart, clutching Tim’s shoulder. Tim pumped up and down with his hand, his small, dexterous fingers swirling and stroking. Until he saw a stain appear high up on Brent’s fly, a darker spot against the dark material, growing in size as he petted the man’s cock.
He pulled his hand away and said, “Mind if I take off my shirt? It’s getting pretty warm in here.”
Brent’s eyes popped open. He gulped, his cock a pulsating length in his pants. “No, go ahead!” he croaked.
Tim stood up and stripped off his shirt, tossed it onto the TV mounted on the chest of drawers. The shirt draped over one of the black boxes that sat atop the television set. Tim’s chest was smooth and golden-brown, his nipples tan and puffy, his stomach flat and narrow. He sat back down on the bed, snuggling against Brent.
The Biggest Lover is out now from Lethe Press/Bear Bones Books. Click here to buy.
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