Lead the bear into the bathroom.
From Create Your Own Story
You start for the stairs and the four men at the table let out a little cheer that makes you turn bright red. You walk slowly, not rushing, and not daring to look back to see if the salt and pepper bear is matching your pace. Your dick is rock hard in your pants and you're stunned at how horny and wild you feel - not to mention lightheaded and a little bit out of control. All that from one beer, you think, and try not to laugh out loud.
You head down the stairs and turn to the hallway, a little dizzy. As you come around the corner, you bump right into someone.
"Woah," a deep voice says, and you struggle to get your feet back under you. A strong hand takes your shoulder, helping you keep your balance. You look up and see a gray bearded man in jeans and a brown t-shirt that says “Daddy” across his chest in yellow letters. He looks at you.
"In a hurry, eh?" He's a big guy - a daddybear - and you catch yourself biting your lip looking up at him. Your head is definitely feeling the effect of that single beer. When did you become such a lightweight?
"Sorry," you say, embarrassed, then step past him and into the bathroom. It's dim in here, just like the rest of the bar, and you see three urinals and a couple of stalls. The room is empty right now, and you stand there for a moment, nonplussed. Now you just wait for Steve, you figure, nervously biting your lip. At first you sort of hover in the middle of the room, but eventually you move to the sink so you can pretend to wash your hands if someone comes in.
The moments tick by. You're starting to wonder where the older bear is. When the door opens, you glance over. Steve steps in. The older bear grins when he sees you.
"Aha," he says, walking right up to you and crowding in close enough that you end up pressed against the wall of the bathroom while he leans his large frame into you. "So I hear it's your birthday."
You smile up at him and nod, nervously. "Yeah."
"What are you, fifteen now? Sixteen?" He chuckles. "You look barely old enough to shave, kid."
"I'm a few years older than that." You giggle and turn red. You've always looked younger than your age.
"Well, happy birthday," he says. He leans in and gives you a deep kiss - his tongue explores your mouth, and his beard is rough against your chin. He presses into you, and you feel his hard dick against your stomach. When he pulls back, he looks down at you and says, "Gotta say, this feels more like my birthday than yours."
You grin.
"So, you want it in the bathroom, eh?" he says. "That your way of telling me you're a dirty little boy?" His beard tickles as he leans in close to your ear. "You a dirty little boy who wants some bearmeat in the bathroom for his birthday?"
You nod.
Steve grins at you, taking a half step back. He keeps his eyes on yours while he reaches down and undoes his belt, and unzips. He undoes the button to his jeans, and then reaches down and tugs his hard cock out from the flap of his boxers. You look down and gasp a little at the girth of his meat - he's got a fat piece of meat, and it's pierced with a steel stud across the cockhead. You lean against the wall, looking down at his cock and hairy heavy balls. He grips his dick and squeezes with one hand. You look up at him to see that he's watching you, and grinning at the look on your face.
"Yeah, that rubs dirty boys like you just the right way," he smiles, and takes his hard dick in hand, stroking once.
You...
