Attacking the Grizzly

You could tell he had a lot of hair on him by the sound of his scratchin’. There’s something about the sound of a man scratching his hairy balls that just gets me going.
 
Scratch, scratch, scratch…
 
I’m washing my hands in a truckstop bathroom, about midnight . Place is quiet except for the drip drip of one of the faucets and of course, the hot scratching of the itchy bear in stall number 2.
 
I shake off my hands and pull a paper towel down. Through the cracks between the stalls I can see a sliver of him. His huge chestnut-hairy thigh white and spread open. Above that a belly and broad chest covered in red plaid. Above that, way above that, an eyeball starin’ back at me.
 
I toss the towel into the trash can.
 
“Need a little help in there, buddy?” I ask, chuckling. The sound of the stall latch coming undone leads me to the stall door which swings open easily. I step in, close the door behind me and latch it.
 
He was the biggest fucky grizzly bear I’ve ever witnessed. I’m sure if he was standin’, he’d be close to seven feet tall. As it is, I could probably kiss his thick hot bearded lips without bending down much. He is so heavily furred that it’s coming up over his collar on all sides like wild berry bushes, uncontrollable and unstoppable. On his head his hair is thick and straight chestnut brown and his eyes are the color of honey in sunlight.
 
“Howdy, bear,” I say.
 
He nods and grunts deep and rumbly like thunder. Below, in one hand he holds the kind of thick hard dick that makes me sweat. It’s not huge in length (though it’ll fuckin’ do!) but it’s got that flat fat heavy quality that makes my mouth water. That and the fact that his bush is huge and jungly and I’m instantly thinkin’ how much I want to bury my nose in it and take a long hard whiff of his manliness.
 
The grizzly man isn’t smiling, he’s just starin’ with this major hungry look on his burly hairy face and he swallows a couple times like he’s salivating a lot. His heavy adam’s apple moves up and down his long hairy neck and I bend forward and kiss the skin of his neck, just below his ear and he smells of sweat and faintly of soap and my lips are suddenly more interested in this man’s neck than anything.
 
The man leans his head so I can kiss more of his neck. He grunts and I can feel his body jerking as he pulls on his cock while I’m kissing him. My mouth opens and takes the tip of his earlobe in. My tongue and teeth play with the flesh there and my tongue moves into his ear and I’m breathing there and the grizzly downright groans. His groan is like a sequoia falling.
 
The grizzly bends his head forward which makes me stand up straight. He plants his face into my crotch. My cock is so hard and pounding in my pants that as he moves his face back and forth, he moves my cock from one side to another. Dress to the left, dress to the right. My balls are rumbling full of cum and the feeling of this man’s face molesting me makes me want to give it up. I put my hands on his head and grind my crotch into it.
 
“Oh Christ, that feels good,” I say all whispery and soft.
 
He grunts an assent which only gets me hornier.
 
When he pulls his face back, he looks up into my eyes. It’s like looking into a wild animal’s eyes, like a mad dog who wants to bite.
 
“What do you want?” I ask. My breath is a little ragged from the adrenaline lust rush. “What do you want?” My dick is hard and needy and I can feel nothing but the hormonal surge of testosterone and the smell of manly meat and I need to fuck so bad.
 
He stands up, keeping his pants down around his ankles. I move back in the stall so he can stand, but he still makes contact – his chest, which is just below face height, his belly and below, his fat thick dick drools precum on my jeans. If I didn’t feel the heat of his hunger, I would think he was about to pummel me.
 
I plant my hand in his beard. I want to kiss him so badly. “What do you want, grizzly?”
 
He turns around and places his hands flat against the back of the stall wall. His hands are so big, they sound like slabs of steak slapped on marble. His ass is covered in hair. This ain’t metaphor. His ass is a carpet of thick brown hair and  especially where it swirls around into his long dark musky crack. He slightly arches his massive back and his intentions are clear.
 
“Oh, shit, stud... you sure?” I ask. “A sexy fuck like you could get anything he wants here.”
 
His arms are hard hairy curves of meat and I stare at his ass in front of me. He sends one hand back and pulls one ass cheek so I can see the pink strong pucker. My cock is screaming to get out.
 
I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. The sound of the zipper makes him moan again. I push his shirt tail up to the middle of his back. His lower back is massive and muscled and the hair runs pell-mell across his broad torso. My finger massages his asshole which twitches and twitches and yields to my finger’s probing.
 
“Ungh,” he grunts.
 
I reach into my jeans and pull out my insanely hard dick. There’s going to be no foreplay for this guy. I don’t think he wants foreplay. Out of my pocket I pull a condom and roll that puppy on. My hands are shaking from the wantin’ it. He’s wigglin’ that massive ass in front of me, teasin’ me. My teeth slice off the top of a pack of lube and I’m dribbling the cold liquid on his pucker and down the length  of my veiny ample shaft. He gasps when I place the head of my lubed up prick against the pink pucker.
 
“You ready?” I say low and close, my teeth clenched. “I’m gonna split you wide open, grizzly.”
 
“Ungh,” he moans. It’s like the earth quaking.
 
I plunge half my cock up his ass. His body shudders.  A deep moan starts in his groin and rumbles  all the way up his body. His ass is so tight on my cock it feels like it’s going to split down the middle, but I wait for him to adjust. Wait for his tight clenched muscles to succumb.
 
He nods. He replants his hands against the back wall, each knuckle covered in dark fur. My hands ride up his hard mounded back, my fingertips playing into the curls of the hair running across his back. I reach around and feel the hard mound of his hairy chest and it makes me groan.

“Fuck,” I whisper.
 
He doesn’t wait. He wants it bad. He pushes back onto my cock. My cock slides into his ass and we’re body to body and I feel this mountain of a man yielding to my insatiable need.
 
“Fuck,” I whisper. I’m shivering now.
 
My hips move back and my cock pulls slowly out. It feels like a fucking vice grip. I plunge deep in again. The grizzly takes it like a fuckin’ man.

“Aw,” he groans.

I wrap my arms around his huge torso and pound his ass. My mind is reeling as my cock pounds in and out of the hairiest mother fucker I’ve ever fucked. I am dizzy with the smells of lube and shit and manly sweat and, shit, if I pass out now it’s a helluva way to go. My cock is granite and his ass is mine. In and out of his slick hot hole and holding  onto this mountain of a man. Like fucking a god or a horse or a tornado. Locks of his hair are matted to the back of his neck and my hands are rubbing his chest. He is something powerful and hard and he is completely impaled on my cock.
 
“Fuck,” I groan.

We set into a rhythm. I move forward and he pushes back until my pubes and his ass hair can’t be distinguished. I pull back and he pushes forward until I just about slip out.

“Fuck,” I say. “You feel so good.”
 
My fingers find his nipples and lightly pinch them. His head rears back and he practically roars and it’s not up to me anymore, he completely takes the fucking over. I try to hang on but all I can do is try to stay standing as he frantically pounds back against my hips. He pounds and pounds as I pinch his hairy fuckin’ nipples. And Christ, this can’t last long before I explode.
 
“I’m gonna shoot, grizz,” I say.
 
He doesn’t stop. I feel the cum churning in my balls but before I can shoot I feel his asshole twitching twitching twitching. He’s spraying cum all over the back wall of the stall. Some of his hot jizz lands on my forearms.
 
This is too damn hot. I cum and I cum and I cum, the hot liquid fills the condom deep in his ass.
 
Grizzly gasps and I’m just trying to keep upright. My head’s spinning from the sex and the power of this man. After nine or ten spurts of hot juicy cum, I’m spent. I collapse against his broad back and pant. He’s panting too, completely supporting me with his mass.
 
After a moment, I stand upright. Pull slowly out of him. Toss my condom into the toilet.
 
I step back to let him turn, which is a little awkward because of his sore ass and the pants around his ankles and the small stall. When he faces me, he bends his head down and his lips meet mine. He tastes like coffee and cigars and my tongue can’t go deep enough. I kiss him hard. My dick is a puppy dog that wants to follow him anywhere.

He pulls off, smiles at me for the first time. He has beautiful white teeth. He sits back down and proceeds to scratch his balls.

I smile, toss my happy dick back into my jeans and zip up. The grizzly nods in acknowledgment. He scratches his balls and looks past me, waiting. His night's not over yet.

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Glenn Williams (aka, Mutantbearman) is a freelance writer who has published erotica, erotic poetry & queer journalism for decades. He is also a business and technical writer as well as a theatre director and actor. He has written blogs, screenplays, fiction, journalism, poetry, and non-fiction. He lives with his sexy boyfriend and Nala the cat in Portland, Oregon.