Confessions of A Gay Las Vegas Call Bear

Unless you’re a die-hard twink lover, chances are you’ve fantasized about going to Pound Town with a beefy, hairy bear. But perhaps there aren’t many ursine men in your community, sp we know a place where you can go bear hunting if you have a craving for man-honey… Las Vegas.
Salon.com recently ran an article about a 40-something-year-old bear prostitute in which he talks about the bear appeal, his clients, and what he’s learned from hooking. You might imagine that a bear prostie would be a sexy daddy, but he sounds like an average schlub that you might see in a Target toilet paper aisle:

At 6-foot-3 and 245 pounds, he’s a pretty big guy, though he “carries it well.” His red hair is cut in a flattop, and he has a closely cropped beard, but he doesn’t look particularly imposing. He’s dressed in a faded sea foam green Banana Republic polo shirt, khaki shorts from Target, and Birkenstock sandals. Over one shoulder is a small messenger bag. He stands in the corner and tries to look like everyone else; he may or may not be checking messages on his PDA, but he’s pushing buttons on it and appears busy.

He then goes on to explain bear appeal (schaw… as if we don’t already understand it). It’s a good primer for those who still think bear lovers are just “chubby chasers.” He also explains the finer points of international bear-culture; apparently Asian bears like to be called “pandas” and Latin bears like to be called “toros” (or bulls). Fun.
But then he gets to the good part, his clientele:

So, yes: I’m a Las Vegas call bear. But don’t be fooled into assuming that all my clients come from the world of the bears. Far from it. The men who hire me run the gamut from 18-year-olds who want their first male-male experience to be with a man who knows what he’s doing to men in their 80s who just want to be held by a lumberjack type for an hour. They might be fat, they might be average, or they might have bodies so perfectly sculpted they should be underwear models.

Among my regular clients are Jaime and Luis, 28-year-old Mexican boyfriends who barely speak enough English to make the appointment and spend the whole session crying “Ay! Papi rico!” Two or three times a year I spend a night with Nicholas, a charming Canadian businessman who discovered his homosexuality later in life and wants to get “caught up” on the basics of sex with men before he puts himself out there. And when I go to San Diego I love getting together with Bobby, a black mechanic with a beautifully muscled body and a smile that could put Tom Cruise to shame. He likes me to put on construction boots and stomp on his chest. Lucky for Bobby I earned a first aid merit badge in the Boy Scouts, so I know exactly where not to step to keep from breaking off his sternum and killing him.

Excellent. Who wouldn’t want to be stomped on by a 245-pound redhead? (raises hand) By the end of the article, you may not be a hardcore bear lover, but you will definitely like this bear. He’s a heck of a lot better than Markus, Las Vegas’ first officially-employed male “straight only” prostitute who compared himself to Rosa Parks… y’know, because he’s an activist or something.