Ravi was in his 40s, South Asian, with a very hairy chest. I never found out what he did for a living.
Claude was in his 20s, from England, a biology student at Adelphi University, slim and smooth, and enormous beneath the belt, easily a Mortadella+.
They lived in a big house, square, white, and ultra-modern, with a pool, a hot tub, and a game room.
They charged $5 for admission, to cover the cost of the snacks, condoms, lube, and towels.
But Ravi and Claude never participated in the activities. They stayed in the living room, keeping track of the guests, taking the money, making sure no one stole anything. Ravi sometimes went back to address a problem, but Claude never left. It was as if he was on a leash.
Why host a "bear party" if you're not going to participate?
Besides, they had a lot in common. They were both international students. They were both newly out (Claude had only dated two guys before moving in with Ravi). They liked the same movies and tv shows, like the Britcom Mr. Bean.
Yuri took to spending most of his time in the living room, talking to Claude.
"Well, if they're holding bear parties, they must have an open relationship," I said. "Why don't you ask him out?"
The uncensored story, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood.