At Your Service

“Your advertisement is too sweet to ignore,” the voice says.

The man steps from off the jogging path, slowly making his way toward me. I’m leaning against a tree with my shirt open watchin’ the hot joggers go by.

Hey, I’m only human.

The guy is latino, about twenty, twenty-two maybe, slightly shorter than I am. His hair is dark black stubble and his arms are balls of muscle and meat and his thighs could crush me if he wanted them to. The guy’s shirt is off and he has a smooth brown chest like slabs of beef. A lovely wavy abdomen.

“Good to know advertising pays,” I say, unable to keep the horny low growl out of my voice.

The guy smiles. He has a dark, tightly clipped mustache. His hand reaches into my open shirt and his fingertips draw small circles around my hairy, chubby tit. I shiver all the way down to my cock.

The man smiles his beautiful crooked white-toothed grin. As well as no shirt, the guy’s wearing the tiniest jogging shorts, since it’s a warm enough day here in the park, and his strong, athletic body makes my cock twitch in my shorts. From the bulge in his crotch, it seems that he’s got a cock that could do some nice damage if it wanted.

“You like the big boys?” I ask, patting my belly. I’m a chubby bear and a hairy guy and this guy’s hands can’t stop moving over my hairy pecs.

“I like them like you,” he says. His accent is over-the-border and it really turns me on.

We’re in a shady part of the park, a jogging trail that cruisers like to visit when their balls are full of cum and ready to burst. Which pretty much describes me right about now.

His hand slowly slides over my belly and down to my ample pouch.

“Ooh,” he says, squeezing my cock through my shorts. “This is what I’m lookin’ for,” he says.

His brown eyes invade mine. I mean, fuck, here’s one beautiful fuckin’ muscle stud and out of all the men runnin’ around in this park, he has chosen me to feel up. The guy gives my cock a squeeze through my shorts and takes a step closer. I can smell his cologne.

“Can I have it?” he says, softly, licking his lips.

“Oh yeah, you can have it” I say, a bit low on breath at the moment.

He leans in and kisses me hard. My tongue reaches between his eager lips and he moans his pleasure. He starts unbuttoning my shorts and pulls the zipper down. My shorts fall to my ankles like they’re as fuckin’ horny as I am to get it on. I’m in the woods in my tighty-whities and this guy’s droolin’ like it’s about to disappear on him.

“You in a hurry, amigo?” I laugh into his ear, right before nibbling it.

“With a guy like you, why waste time?” he whispers back.

The man drops to his knees before me, without losing eye contact.

Fuck, this makes me happy.

I put my hand into his stubbly black hair and gently push his face into my underwear. He sniffs deep as my white cotton pouch rubs across his face. His mouth opens and he breathes into the fabric heavily. The warmth and the wet invades my boner and I get even harder.

“I want it,” he says. “I want to suck you till I own you.”

What’s a man to do?

“Open wide, then,” I say.

The guy grins and shucks my underwear down in one move. My cock throbs out and smacks him on the chin. My bush is thick and he inhales the aroma of it right before he begins licking my bull balls.

“Aw Jesus,” I shiver as his hot wet tongue rasps along my ballsac. “Christ, yeah, dude... lick your bear’s balls.”

I run my fingers through his thick black stubble and he opens his mouth and takes the head of my hard veiny cock into his wet, warm mouth.

“Mmmff,” I growl. “Suck it, man. Oh, yeah, dude.”

I can feel his hot wet tongue circling the head of my cock which seemed to grow bigger than I’ve ever felt it before. Slowly he begins taking me deeper into his mouth and deeper into his mouth, his tongue constantly working down my shaft, until his nose is buried in my bush.

“Oh, yeah,” I moan. “Do it to me, now. Suck that baby.”

He moans with his mouth full of my cock and begins rocking up and down the length of my shaft. I sigh, rub my hand over my big bear belly, touch the round tight ball of my belly and the ample softness of my tits. I take one of my nipples between my fingertips and begin pinching. The electricity from the nipple-pinching runs from my tit to my cock.

My balls rumble and I can feel the hot cum anxious to pop.

“Oh, Christ, dude,” I moan. “I think I’m going to cum already.”

The man just moans. He doesn’t pull off. He moans. Like saying, “Yeah, bear, give me that hot cum of yours.”

His pace picks up as his warm wet mouth works up and down my cock. His tongue slides and tickles under the head of my cock. His mustache sinks into my bush as he goes to the base of my cock and his lips encircle my clans when he slides back.

My hand moves down his strong, brown, muscled back. The other hand pushes on the back of his head as it bobs on my long hard veiny bear cock.

“Aw, god!” I shout as my cum starts rising up.

“Mmfffff,” he says, tasting the first spurts of my thick bear cum.

“Aw, yeah, you beautiful cocksucker!” I say, pushing his head deep onto my cock. “Take it all.”

My cum explodes and bursts into his mouth and I can hear him struggle to swallow it and swallow it. The release is intense and I shiver as my cock empties of the last threads of musty ropey cum.

I breath a heavy sigh as he pulls back, licking and kissing my cock all the way to the tip.

“Gracias,” he says, looking up with those fucking beautiful brown eyes.

“Shit, dude... I thank you!” I say, pulling him up off his knees. He smiles a very sexy smile and puts his hands on either side of my head. As he draws me in for one last kiss, he says, “Me? I'm just a hungry chaser seeking a sexy, chubby bear.”

I kiss him deeply, hard mouth-to-mouth, tongues lolling over one another. My hand is on the back of his head.

“At your service, pal,” I say. “Any time.”

I WELCOME YOUR BACKTALK, BOY!

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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.