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I am 26, 5'9" tall and weigh 240 pounds I have brown hair, pretty much from head to toe, and blue eyes. As you can tell, I am built stocky. Powerbuilt. Now that we have those pesky stats out of the way, here is a little bit about me.

Who is STPBEAR and what does the Nickname mean? Well, my name is Jeff Sommerfield. The STP in STPBEAR is for Stone Temple Pilots, one of my favorite groups. I was born in Elmhurst, Illinois in 1977. I have a mother and a father, a brother, three years older than me, and a sister-in-law. I have two sets of aunts and uncles. One set lives in the suburbs of Chicago and one set lives in Lakeland, Florida. Most of my grandparents have passed on but I still have one grandfather left. That is a little background on my family.

My Childhood
My Childhood was almost like your typical TV family childhood. I lived in Schaumburg, a suburb of Chicago. I had a best friend. His name was Shawn. (We kept contact until a few years ago, when he picked up some bad habits.) My family would go on trips every year to different places. My father worked and still works for United Airlines, so we were able to travel a lot. From age 5-11 the yearly trip was to the Hawaiian Islands. From ages 12–16 we always went fishing on Lake Osakis, in Minnesota. Like my father, I was taught to bowl at an early age. I was on leagues and such since age 4. Even then I was very competitive. My average rose as high as 163 when I was in 3rd grade and my father knew I would do well in the sport.

I was never interested in outdoor activities when I was a child. I don't know why that was, because I love them today. I remember times where my brother would bribe me with a dollar to go out and play ball with him. I was a stocky child so that may have had something to do with it, or maybe it was because I was always closer to my mother than my father. All in all I didn’t have a bad childhood. In many ways it was great, but in many ways I look back and feel I was very sheltered.

Junior High
This time in my life is one I would really rather forget. Two words sum this period up: "The Dance."

Through elementary school, and the beginning of junior high I was part of the popular group at school, and it was the Fall Dance where it came crashing down on me. I thought I knew how to dance, but I didn't, and I ended up making a total fool out of myself. Some of the girls were dancing with me, but it was all a joke. Maybe it was because I did that stupid dance called "the centipede." I still remember that day. When I won a Milli Vanilli tape and the Batman soundtrack. But they were given as a joke as well. My knees were bloodied from the dance, and from that day on my life was changed. Going to school was never the same afterwards. From the Vaseline jokes to gay jokes etc., but hell I didn’t even know I was gay then! Luckily junior high was only 2 years. On to High School.

High School
High school was a weird time for me, discovering new things and hanging out after school at "The Mall." My freshman year was interesting because for the first time my brother and I were in the same school. He was a senior when I was a freshman. He kind of looked after me when I would get picked on because of my weight. After deliberation and such, I talked to my folks and joined football. I was very sturdy and strong for a 15 year old. I started to work out more and started to lose weight and add some muscle. My freshman and sophomore years I played defensive tackle. Before my junior and senior years the coaches switched me to tailback because they thought I was so sturdy it would be hard for guys to bring me down. It was also during this time when I learned about my fetish for sports gear. Keep in mind I still had no clue I was gay but I loved the feeling of the gear on my body. I would find myself sneaking my gear home for the weekend and sleeping in my football pants. Did I think it was weird? Maybe.? But who cared. Right? Who was going to know? Anyhow that was one facet of high school. The other facet was band!

You know the terms: band geek, band nerd, etc. Well I was one of those. I played the trumpet. Actually, trumpet was my second choice. My first was percussion, but the folks didn’t want to deal with banging in the house. During high school I also got my first job. I was a customer sales associate at Montgomery Wards in Schaumburg, IL. I was a darn good sales guy in Electric Avenue and actually made more on commissions than some of the guys who were working there. Just like anywhere though, people will cut you down. I found out that guys after the store closed would go back and re-ring my big ticket sales under their IDs so that they got my commissions. Was that fair? Hell no. And all they could say was "But I have a wife and three kids to feed." I took it on the chin and moved on.

High school was very much a popularity contest, and if you were not part of the "In Crowd," you were excluded. I was happy with the friends I had. We had a great time, hung out and enjoyed out teen years together. Before we knew it, four years had passed and we all said goodbye. It was off to College.

College
I left the family nest, and decided to go to Kansas State University, which is located in Manhattan, Kansas. This was the first time in my life, I would be on my own and free to think. I would go to class and study hard, yet something was missing. I really didn't know who I was, but I always knew I was different. Hell, I never even jerked off till my freshman year. It was during this time when I began to discover my attraction to the male body. Not the skinny, buff guys, but the beefy football lineman type. Facial hair too. I was wondering why I would get an erection at the sight of a guy with a gut and a goatee or beard and women didn't even trigger a reaction. Don't get me wrong. I found and still do find some women attractive, yet there was nothing sexually appealing to me about them. I even tried dating a few women, but there was nothing. No sparks. No... nothing. That is when I was introduced to the internet and found out there were lots of guys like me out there who liked stocky big men.

I talked to a few people and came to the realization that I was a BEAR. It was something that took a long time to get accustomed to. After all, I had never been thought of as good looking and yet these men in the bear movement were telling me I was "woofy." I didn't believe them at first, as I had a self esteem issue. By the end of my freshman year I met a man who sometimes I don’t give enough credit to. His name is Kevyn Jacobs. He was an online editor of the school newspaper, and everyone knew he was gay. Hell, he would even wear a dress around campus once in a while to make a statement. Anyhow, I joined the Collegian staff during the spring semester, and worked on the Website with Kevyn and a girl named Katy.

During that time I got to meet Kevyn and get to know him a bit. Eventually, on the way back from a party, I would come out to Kevyn, and tell him I was bi-curious, not realizing at the time that I was full-fledged Gay. We talked for a while and he invited me up to his room. I nervously excepted his invite and went with him. I was shaking badly. Kevyn proceeded to get naked and get under the covers and told me to come lie down next to him. I was still fully clothed. I slowly walked over to him, and laid next to him. He then cuddled me and held me tight. Still shaking profusely, my shivers and shakes slowly dissipated and I received my first man to man kiss. It wasn't much at first but yet was very powerful. I knew at that point I was really gay. I slowly took off my clothes and laid naked next to him and we proceeded to make out. I was introduced to Frottage. This was a whole new experience for me, as he put his cock between my legs and moved in a fucking motion.

We would continue to meet and such till the next semester when I chewed him out for approaching me when I was with the band and saying to me "Giddy Up" (Giddy Up – is a term I used to use a lot). I never heard the end of it from my band mates. I wish I would have had the guts to stand up and say this is who I am, but I chickened out and blamed Kevyn instead. I owe a lot to that man and if I could, I would love to see him again.

During my time in college discovering myself I found pictures and such on the Net and took a liking to Leather. Something about the look and feel made me feel like if I can wear this, I am a "bad ass." Well, I at least though it made me look tough. So I searched and found some trading places online and traded for a pair of Chaps. I bought online an issue of Bear Magazine. This is what I was into. As College continued, my studies progressed and I developed a friendship with the Wichita Bears. I would hang out on weekends with this them. They were a great bunch of guys, and I probably didn’t give them enough credit either. Unfortunately I cannot remember too much about that time. Maybe it is because of a certain someone I want to forget. In January 1997 I came home from the Cotton Bowl in Dallas to find out that my folks decided to take me out of school. I asked why. They said they found some things in my footlocker: the chaps and the Bear Magazine. I had a lock on the locker and wondered why they broke into it. Then came the bad news: "You are not going back to K-State." I asked why. They said, "Because we are not going to pay for you to learn to be this way."

All of the past and going from Wichita to Oklahoma City, back to Chicago, down to Dallas, doing a brief stint in Atlanta, back to Dallas, then a transfer to Detroit brings us to where I am today. I apologize for not including many details from 1997 through the present, but out of self-respect and due to the deep personal issues that were involved, I don't wish to disclose the detail of these most trying times.

My Life Now
I am still Single (but actively hoping to change that) and living in Tucson, AZ. I Have a great set of friends here that I have been hanging out and having good times with. Bowling, movies and weekend getaways, they are a great bunch of guys!.

I am currently working 2 jobs. Job one network administration for a company called Arizona Technology Consulting. Job two is customer service/tech support for United Parcel Service via a company called Teletech.

As for the type of guy I am looking for, I want a man with whom I can share a life. One I don't have to be afraid will be offended with my likes and fetishes. I want a man who will love me for all of my fetishes and everything else. These things are not a huge part of my life but they are a part of it and I won't give them up. I want a man who understands what monogamy is and can live and grow with that. I do realize people get tired and such. If you need to have variety in your life (meaning extracurricular sex), you're not for me. This is not to say that if we go to bear runs or such there won't be times, but there has to be an understanding that when it is over you are coming home with me. Period. I know many couples who are strictly monogamous at home but once a year, at an event, they do play and it makes them appreciate their own relationship more. So that is what I am looking for. I am more than willing to answer questions if we start a dialog.

I admit I have made mistakes in my past. Hell, we all have, but what we learn from those experiences helps us grow and mature. Those of you who may read this may see Jeff as he was 4-5 years ago. No Direction, etc. All I want to say is look at me now! A few final words: please don't be afraid to email me. I am a regular guy and I try to get back to folks who write as soon as possible. Enjoy the rest of the site and, if you want, sign my guestbook!

BEAR HUGS
("") JEFF ("")
  STPBEAR