Erotica by Mutantbearman

Welcome...

2012-01-31T14:02:00.000-08:00

Hey there, sexy!

Welcome to Erotica by Mutantbearman. Choose from the list of stories on the right, or use the Labels list below to find the subject matter that revs your motor...

Whether you like bears, chubs, or muscley men, Mutantbearman has an erotic tale to get you hard and handsy.

So grab some lube, dim the lights, and enjoy...

XOX,

Glenn, the Mutantbearman

Glenn Williams, the Mutantbearman

Cabana 2: Second Cock

2010-08-11T17:02:00.000-07:00

Straight ahead of me, walkin’ my way, is the tallest, broadest-shouldered, hairiest, Latin muscle monster I’ve ever

“El gallo segundo es Vincente!” Hector shouts again, and the crowd roars.

Second rooster? What the hell is Hector saying?

The muscle monster, whom I assume is Vincente, has the most evil grin on his face and I swear to Christ it looks like he’s droolin’. Handsome as fuck. Pecs like slabs of steak covered in dark fur. Abs like you only see in advertisements for bluejeans. His cock is a fat tube of meat swinging hard and loose over a huge hairy ballsack.

I look down at Ramon, whom I’m bent over, on all fours. Ramon is grinning like a madman.

“You like Vincente, señor,” he says. “All like Vincente.”

I lift off my hands to stand upright on my knees, but Vincente’s meaty hand pushes me back and I fall onto my hands and knees again. Vincente drops to the floor behind me and suddenly my ass cheeks are pulled wide apart and I feel his stubbly chin rubbing between them.

God, I haven’t been rimmed in ages. And suddenly wham! his hot, wet, pointy tongue pokes out and strokes my asshole. It’s like thunderbolts exploding up my spine.

“Aww, damn!” I shout. My whole body is on fire from the pleasure of this musclegod’s tongue in my ass. My eyes are closed, focusing on the waves of electricity. Vincente licks up my ass crack with a flat wet tongue, his slobber moistening my entire buttcrack. His pokes at my hole like a little red cock, and I gasp at how good it feels, then he sticks his face between my cheeks and scratches with his beard stubble again.

“Ung,” I moan. “God!”

Somehow Ramon has slid out from underneath me, and when he’s completely free, I collapse onto my elbows, my ass high and completely Vincente’s. He’s got my ass cheeks wide and I’m pushing back into his manly face and his tongue is lapping my asshole and every nerve in that muscley ring of mine is tingling.

My cock is hard and swaying with the movement of his face and it’s droolin’ the last drops of cum from before. Ramon kneels down by my side and begins to slow stroke my cock, milking every drop out and teasing my cock hard again.

Suddenly, the pressure from Vincente face is gone and my butt is left high and dry. I kind of crumple up onto my side, feeling the good throb in my ass. From here I can see Vincente. His back is to me. Amazing broad V of his back muscles leading to the strongest, roundest most perfectly muscled ass I’ve ever seen. Dusting of fur above the massive globes of his butt. Artists should study that ass.

Vincente’s putting on a condom. He turns back and looks at me. There is no nice in his eyes. It’s pure lust. Unadulterated desire. Dom of doms. No wonder everybody likes Vincente.

He turns and kneels at my feet. He lifts one of my legs to one side of him so I’m layin’ on my back flat on the floor with a leg on each side of his spectacular form. His long, hard, condomed cock is pointing straight at my asshole like a compass needle to magnetic north.

Christ, I don’t know if I can do this. This guy’s a monster.

“Oso! Oso!” the crowd begins a low chant.

I take a few deep breaths as Vincente grabs me by the hips and, through sheer damn strength, pulls my hips up onto his broadly muscled thighs. The tip of his big cock presses into my ballsack. My belly crumples into a big heap of fat and flesh and fur as I reach up and grab my knees and pull them apart and to the sides of my belly, bringing my ass even more in line with Vincente’s tool .

“Vincente! Vincente!” the crowd chant. “Oso! Oso!”

I grit my teeth, ready for a serious reaming.

Directly above my head, the beautiful broad face of Hector appears. He kneels down, so it looks like he’s upside down, squatting over me. He has stripped naked. His fat uncut cock bobs right above my forehead.

“Hector,” I say dreamily. Hell, I feel almost drunk with lust and the fear of this monster at my ass. My hand automatically reaches for Hector’s cock (hey, I’m only human!) but I quickly remember to go back to holdin’ up my leg. Hector smiles at the effort.

“Señor,” Hector says. “Choosing Vincente is good luck. Good luck and bad luck.” He reaches his hand forward and rubs my belly lightly. I can feel Vincente’s huge cockhead nudge against my asspucker. This bastard’s going to rip me in half.

“You will hurt now, mi amigo,” Hector says. “But soon you will feel... very, very good.”

I feel Vincente’s cock pushing into my asshole. It feels like a telephone pole havin’ it’s way me. Waves of nauseating pain shoot from my ass and slam up my belly. I start deep breathing trying to relax. The crowd roars their approval.

Fuck,.it feels like I’m gonna pass out. The pain is shutting me down.

“Look in my eyes, señor,” I hear Hector say. I’m tryin’. I’m really tryin’.

“Aw, god!” I cry out between clenched teeth. Hurts like a son of a bitch.

Yet within the pain, I want this manly monster more than anything. I bend my head forward and see the massive, hairy, muscular bulk of Vincente, his abs tensing, a trickle of sweat moving through the hair on his chest. His beefy hands grab the backs of my thighs and jackknife me even further. I push out as Vincente pushes in and I feel my ass muscles expand to include this huge intrusion of blood-pounding flesh.

I reach my hands up and take Hector’s face. Hector bends over and kisses me long and deep on the mouth. Vincente never stops, he is slowly pushing his cock further into my ass. I slam my hands against the slabs of hairy concrete that are Vincente’s pecs. I am folded in half and skewered and I’m not sure if I can do this at all.

Hector pinches my nipple and the sensation is earthshaking. It races from my nipple to my cock and asshole and my asshole relaxes and I shiver and gasp with the pleasure of it.

“Ah!” Vincente says. “Es mío ahora!” And he plunges his cock to the hilt. Hard.

For a half second I think I’m going to black out. The crowd roars. Hector bends down and kisses me on the lips. I feel the full length and fuckin’ breadth of Vincente’s cock deep inside me. I’m panting like an animal, and tears are comin’ out my eyes, and I’ll be damned if I ain’t also laughing! I’m laughing because of how fuckin’ good it feels.

We lay still a few seconds, my body adjusting to this massive skewering. Hector rubs my chest and my belly and gives me little kisses.

“Oso!” someone yells. I turn my head and see a mass of men with hard cocks in their hands, their glistening eyes locked on what the three of us are doing.

Vincente waits patiently, his eyes closed in ecstasy since, well, I ain’t braggin’ here, but my asshole is pretty tight, having not seen a whole lot of action in the last few years and certainly nothing as ample as this thing. I squeeze my sphincter on his cock and Vincente’s eyes fly open.

He laughs low and toothy as he puts his hands in the crooks of my knees and begins a slow gentle pull out of my ass. It feels awesome, feeling that cock leave my body, and I growl a low growl, shivering all over. Vincente laughs. And when he speaks, he speaks quietly, but with the voice of a mountain range, low and rocky.

“Vincente...” he says, rolling his hips a bit as he slides his cock out my ass. “Vincente... big gallo,” he says, grinning.

Fuck, yeah, man. Damn big rooster.

He stops his pull out and begins to move in again, a little faster this time. At the same time, Hector pinches my nipple and it feels like fire quenched by ice and I want to scream with how good it feels. I am being fucked by a mountain of muscle and fur. Vincente slides his cock in and slides it out and each thrust is a masterpiece and Hector laughs and pinches my nipple and rubs my belly, enjoyin’ the way I gasp with the good of it.

The crowd is groaning and moaning. I glance to the side and see that there are men fucking and sucking and jacking everywhere. Kneeling, bending, standing against the wall

I want it now. Fuck it. I got to have this guy.

“Bueno?” Hector says, looking into my eyes.

Fuck, yeah!

“Muy,” I yell. “Now fuck me!”

I slam my fist down on Vincente’s rock-solid chest. It don’t make a dent, but I get his attention. He growls a low hungry growl and starts really fucking me. A cheer goes up. Vincente leans in and begins pounding my ass, his ass muscles flexing and unflexing, moving that monster dick in and out of me like a dog in heat. He grabs my shoulder with one hand, and pushes me even deeper down on his cock.

“God!” I yell. “Aww!” It hurts so good.

I slap Vincente’s face. He grins. I slap him hard. There is pure anger in his brown eyes. Then he smiles again. I slap him once more. He grits his teeth and bangs his cock into my ass with a brutality I’ve never known.

“Ung, do it!” I yell. Slamming my fist on his hairy chest.

“Vincente wins you!” Vincente hollers as he bangs me hard over and over, without mercy.

I wrap my arms around his waist, feeling the muscles of his back as they flex, thrusting his cock in and out my ass. Hector squats back up above my head, his cock leaning toward my face. He has put his hands on Vincente’s sloping, solid shoulders so he can squat lower. Hector’s cock comes toward my lips. I open my mouth and Hector’s cock slides in. His cock is hot moist rubbery foreskin and slippery eel muscle and salty precum ooze and I breathe through my nose and lift my head and I am being fucked at both ends now.

“Aw,” Hector cries out. “Oso macho grande!”

“Si,” Vincente growls. “Mi gran oso!”

Vincente pounds my ass and Hector’s cock slides deep down my throat and I am mad with lust and taking it all like a pro. I can feel the skin of Hector’s cock sliding loose down the length of his hard veiny shaft and my tongue works overtime to please this patient, sexy man.

The men all around are groaning and cheering and soon I’m feeling hands reaching out and touching my belly and chest and pinching my nipples and rubbing my sides and I see hands all over Vincente’s muscular mass and Hector’s body is covered with men’s hands as I’m ass-fucked and face-fucked into bliss.

Suddenly Vincente roars, loud as a fuckin’ tiger.

I feel his cock contract as it shoots wad after wad of hot jizz. “Vincente!” he roars, white teeth blazing, lifting his arms in a spectacular muscleman pose.

Hector gasps. “¡Dios mío!” he screams and his cock bursts loads of cum deep into my throat and mouth. God, I’m going to drown here! I struggle to swallow and breathe at the same time, but it ain’t all that damn easy.

Hector’s cock drains of buckets of hot salty cum. It’s dribblin’ out my mouth, but I don’t care. My tongue laps at that hard cock, licking out each pearly drop. Pretty quickly he gets ticklish and yanks his cock out my mouth with a plop!

Muscle monster Vincente shivers and shudders as the last drops of his cum fill the condom still deep inside me. I ease my legs down with a groan (I ain’t no spring chicken!) and the action of doing so slowly slides his cock out of my ass. It’s excruciating, feeling the emptiness his cock makes as it leaves my body. Vincente puts his hands on my belly; his brown eyes are shinin’ like licked brown M&M’s. Sweat courses down his hairy chest across his slabby abs. We are all breathing heavily, looking at each other.

“Amante,” Vincente says as he wraps his massive arms under my body and lays his head down on my belly. I laugh. Hector leans over and kisses me, lappin’ up the cum that’s dribbled onto my face.

“I didn’t forget you, Hector,” I say to him, kissing him back.

“Gracias, señor,” Hector whispers, smiling.

Hector stands and shouts in a commanding voice: “El gallo está aquí!” and a chorus of voices go out crowing loud rooster calls.

The Rooster is here! Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Cabana

2010-08-04T09:06:00.000-07:00

“Señor, you are wanted in the cabaña.”

I open my eyes, but the sun has been beating on my eyelids for hours now and I can’t see worth a damn. Someone’s standing above me, but he’s just a grey shadowed blur.

“What?” I growl. “What are you talking about?”

My skin feels hot and slick like a well-broiled chicken, and the crystal-white sand beneath my towel radiates a warmth that only a Costa Rican beach can. I love nude sunbathing. My hairy chest and belly bake to a nice copper tone. My cock and balls lay plump against my naked thighs, my cockhead just squinting out from my thick chewy foreskin. Earlier, I had been jacking off in the sunshine and a drool of dried precum glistens on my balls and shaft.

“Señor,” the voice above me repeats.

Oh shit, I was touching myself again. I lean up onto one elbow and look toward the voice and, as my eyes adjust... holy fuck! A gorgeous Latino man stands above me.

He’s about my age, but his hair is black as a raven’s and tied back in a thick ponytail. He wears light white linen pants, blowzy, but well-pressed. He wears no shirt. He has exquisite muscles, stuffed tight and rippling under his skin, veiny. A body of wavy, curved flesh. His skin is golden-brown perfection, smooth as silk, with tiny round brown nipples. His dark black mustache and full soft lips accentuate eyes deep and dark as ocean caverns. The fingers of one hand mindlessly rub his dark clipped treasure trail.

“You are wanted in the cabaña, señor,” he says in a smooth husky baritone.

I look past him to where he’s indicating. There, in a deep green tropical grove, is a small hut set back beyond the sandline, almost unnoticeable. A sign over the door reads, in fat blue letters, El Gallo Nido.

“Are you sure it’s me they’re looking for?” I ask. “I’m here alone.”

The man’s gaze moves boldly over my body. Down my hairy chest to my big bear belly. He smiles with teeth white as the Costa Rican sand. His gaze lingers over my cock and balls. He licks his lower lip with his tongue. “Oh, si señor,” he sighs. His hand moves slowly down to the bulge in front of his linen pants and he presses there with the flat of his palm, before gripping the thick package of flesh under there and squeezing it at me.

My cock has taken notice and rolls over off my thigh, filling with blood.

“Si, señor,” he says, clearing his throat. “It is you that I... It is you that they want. You have been...” He licks his lips again. “Cho-o-o-o-sen,” he says, stretching out the word deliciously.

Chosen, huh? Well, my cock’s certainly interested. “All right,” I say.

I get to my feet slowly, feeling the hot sand beneath me. The man takes my elbow to help me up. Before I am fully balanced, he pulls himself close into me. His lips barely tickle the skin on my shoulder, as if to kiss me there, but teasing me only. Instead he slowly breathes in my scent through his nostrils. The heat from his solid, brown chest and abs radiate to my big furry belly. His wide-set eyes and wide forehead, almost Mayan-looking. So fuckin’ beautiful.

“Varonil,” he whispers. His crotch presses into my thigh and I can feel the hard throb of his fat cock through his linen pants. My cock starts to answer throb for throb.

“Chosen, huh?” I smile. “Okay. Take me to this cabana.” I lean down to pick up my swim trunks.

“No, no, señor,” the man says, reaching for my elbow. “You do not wish to be...” His gaze goes to the ocean, looking for the right word, “Overdressed.” His smile is like starlight.

I laugh. What the hell? Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve walked into a strange building buck-naked.

“Alejandro will bring your things to your room,” he says. He claps his hands and a young man, who looks fifteen but is probably more like eighteen or nineteen, steps from between the trees and walks toward us with small steps. He doesn’t look at me, but stares intently at my beach towel, swimtrunks, suntan lotion and other stuff, like he’s been trained to do so. Without a word he reaches down and begins to gather my things.

“Do not worry about your belongings, señor,” the man says as he hurries me toward the door of El Gallo Nido, “Alejandro is very trustworthy. Your belongings will be safely delivered to your hotel room.” I turn back to look as we walk. Alejandro holds the crotch of my swim trunks up against his face, his eyes closed.

I’ve got to remember to tip him.

When we arrive at the cabana door, the man stops me. He turns facing me directly, holding my biceps in his powerful grip. His eyes stare straight into mine. So dark and beautiful. His eyelashes are huge. My cock is completely plumped up now. I can feel the tip touching his white linen pants.

“Promise me something, señor,” he says. “Por favor, if I have pleased you in any way?” He licks his lower lip again. “Promise me, you do not forget me when we go inside?”

What the fuck am I getting myself into?

I look back again and see Alejandro hurrying dutifully toward the resort with my things in his arms, my swim trunks flopping from his teeth. No turning back now.

“What’s your name?” I ask him.

“Hector,” he says.

I lean in and kiss him. His mouth opens and I feel his tongue moving against mine. He tastes of cinnamon and chocolate. He groans in my mouth, his arms encircle my back and crush me to his compact form. He is brushing the tip of my cock against his crotch, as if by accident, but it’s quite on purpose. My cock drools a bit on them.

I pull back and smile, “Damn, Hector. Such a beautiful man as you? I promise I will not forget you in there.”

“Whoooo!!!” comes a chorus of loud, manly voices as if from a group of guys. When I look beyond Hector, I see the door is open and there are men inside who are laughing and whooping. And they are watching.

“Hector ha sido malo,” a voice says musically and there’s a roar of laughter.

“I’ve been caught,” Hector says to me, blushing in the chest and face, smiling miserably. It’s a beautiful thing to see.

“I don’t care,” I say. I flip the guys in the cabana off with one hand and with the other guide Hector’s face into another deep tonguey kiss. A huge ruckus of laughter rises from the cabana.

Looks like this is turning into a good day.

I walk into the cabana, which is dark, and once again my eyes have to adjust to a change in light. When I’m inside I hear the door close and all is dark and quiet.

There are pillows everywhere I step. On one side, there’s a long bar with a mirror and rows of alcohol. In another corner of the hut, tables and chairs have been stacked up, clearing the floor of the cabana. There are a couple soft sofas arrayed against a reedy wall that looks like it’s made to roll up and expose the outside. Light seeps through the slats of the wall.

The center of the room has a slightly raised center which is covered by what looks to me like a wrestling mat. Bright, colorful pillows all over it.

And everywhere, lined against the wall, laying on the pillows, sitting around the cabana are naked men. Tall ones and short ones and fat ones and skinny ones and ones with so many muscles you’d think his skin would burst. Older men and younger men and none of them, not one of them, with a stitch of clothing on. Must be twenty, thirty guys. They are everywhere, everywhere except the center platform.

My cock is at full drooly salute. Hector takes me by the hand and leads me to the raised platform.

“Gran oso,” someone grunts. Men laugh, low and horny.

“Papá grande,” another voice says. More laughter.

“Es mío,” yet another voice says. Instantly a chorus of voices cry out, “¡No! ¡No! ¡Es mío! ¡Es mío!”

I’m starting to blush here. Hector smiles up at me, still holding my hand.

On one of the sofas, a man with a very dark, hairy chest sinks down into the cushions, reaches for the hands of a young smooth-skinned young man with a perfectly round ass and pulls him onto his ramrod cock. The young man’s head goes back as he gasps, his ass swallowing the hairy man’s cock whole.

Against the bar, two white-haired, brown-skinned older men kiss each other hungrily while their hands move across each other’s backs. Their cocks are hard and loll about with the movements of their entwining bodies.

Over by the window, a huge beanbag contains an extra-large, brown-skinned chub with tits that look like whipped chocolate mousse and his dark cock and huge ballsack peeking beneath his round smooth belly. He pulls on his foreskin, twisting it over the end of his cockhead like a candy wrapper while a beautiful, dark-haired man kneels down behind the big guy and begins kiss-nibbling the chub’s shoulders.

There’s so much to see; it’s hard to focus on any one thing. Hands are moving in their own rhythms along the lengths of cocks, their own and others’. Some eyes are on a partner; some are scanning the room; many are still on me.

Against one wall, a man older than myself with a round moon-like face and large hairy pecs pumps his uncut cock lazily in and out of another man’s mouth. Yet another guy steps up behind him, wrapping his arms around him from behind, pinching the man’s nipples, slipping his own cock up the length of the guy’s asscrack in a hot, sweaty act of frotage.

A few men are groaning in the dark corners of the room. I’m feeling a little vulnerable on the center platform with Hector. I turn and look at him.

Hector smiles at me, drops my hand and steps off the platform. In a loud voice that fills the room, he cries, “El gallo está aquí!” The men for the most part quit what they’re doing long enough to crow like roosters. “¡Qui-qui-ri-quí!” they crow over and over.

My cock is hard and straight, every vein throbbing. A bead of precum drools off my cockhead on a long sticky string. I’ve never seen such an incredible, horntastic thing as this crowd of hungry men. Sweat trickles down my neck into my chest hair. At this point, I don’t give a fuck which guy comes up here with me. I just want him to get up here fast.

Hector reaches into a bowl and pulls out a slip of paper. In a loud voice he cries out, “El Primer Gallo es Ramon Duarte!”

There is cheering and a few guffaws as a young man steps forward out of the crowd. Must be Ramon. He’s a little shorter than me, maybe forty, his hair is thick, black and very curly. He has a killer smile, kind of bashful, beautiful eyes. I look slowly at his chest, at the clump of curls between his pecs that runs in a thin line down to a spectacular bush and a nice hard cock.

He is blushing and looking from side to side with a shy grin as he steps up onto the platform.

“Ramon?” I ask him. He looks up at me.

“Si, señor,” he says, his fingertips touching his chest, “I... is Ramon.” I can see behind the embarrassment and the chuckling and the shy, there is a vast hunger in those eyes. He steals little glimpses down at my cock.

I put my hand on top of his curly head and push him to his knees. “¡Qui-qui-ri-quí!” I shout.

The crowd roars with approval, clapping their hands. Ramon crumbles to his knees in front of me, a huge grin covering his face. His eyes lock on mine as his tongue comes out and flicks the tip of my cock. The touch of his tongue is like lightning bolts and I leave a little pool of precum on his tongue. He then begins bathing the length of my cock with licks of his tongue, my balls and my bush even. Licking me up with short little strokes like a thirsty dog.

I close my eyes, my hand still resting on top of his head. “Chuparme!” I say.

“Chupar! Chupar! Chupar! Chupar!” a chant rises from the room.

He continues to flick his tongue along the length of my cock, teasing me until I can bear no more. I grab a handful of Ramon’s hair and tilt his face back. His dark eyes are shining with lust. He looks at me like a wild animal.

“Suck me, goddamn it!” I growl.

And he dives down on my cock, swallowing every last inch of it in one huge lunge. His throat is so wet and hot and the room has exploded with cheers and chants of “Chupar!” and “Ramon!” I can barely breathe it feels so good and a huge growl rises from deep inside my chest and I find myself hollering with the sheer fuck joy of it, my arms raised up, flexing my biceps.

I have become the Alpha Cock.

My hand is on the top of his head as my hips pump balls-deep down Ramon’s hot sweet throat. He takes it like a man, his wet tongue sliding down the length of my shaft, his cheeks pushing and sucking the blood to the tip of my cock. It feels so good I shove deep and he gags, pulls off, spit and precum dripping from his mouth. He smiles. Ramon’s become a wild man. He dives back down on my cock.

“Fuck yeah, suck me, amigo,” I murmur. “Chuparme!”

Ramon works the full length of my dick like he’s mad for it. Like he’s skull-fucking his own face onto my hard, throbbing rod. My ass is flexing, but I don’t need to thrust much. His hands are planted firmly on my hips and he’s set up a relentless rhythm.

I can feel my balls churning in my ballsack, wanting to let go.

“Muy bueno,” I growl. I grab fistfuls of Ramon’s hair and take over the rhythm of his sucking in the way that makes my cock feel like it wants to go. The men are chanting low and urgently, waiting for the cum to cum. Ramon has become nothing but a hot, wet mouth on which I impale my cock. He gags again when I thrust hard. It brings tears to his eyes, but I don’t care.

Guys all around me are jacking off, watching the Alpha Cock get sucked by First Rooster Ramon. Every now and then some guy somewhere shouts and jizz flies out the end of his cock in wild silky streams, sometimes caught by an eager mouth. The hairy guy on the couch blows a wad of cum while the boy on him cries out in a high voice, “Papá!”

Ramon begins to groan, working my cock to a frenzy. My balls are banging against his chin.

I’m going to cum. I feel that pressure behind my balls and the spasms rising. And bam! ropes of jizm are flying out my cock, flooding Ramon’s mouth.

“Awww!” I holler out as my cock spurts and spurts down Ramon’s throat. The crowd cheers. Ramon swallows and gags and cum drips out the side of his mouth.

My body shakes with the full good feel of the orgasm. My cock stops spurting cum, but it stays pretty hard... ready for more. Ramon cleans my cock and balls with his clever tongue. He is very attentive. Makes me chuckle.

I kneel down on one knee in front of him. His grin is like a child caught stealing candy. I pull his face to me and kiss him deep, tasting the salty tang of my own cum on his tongue. As we’re kissing deep, he falls back, laying down on the platform, pulling me with him until I am on my hands and knees over his prone body.

I am kissing him, tasting my cum on his tongue. I am caressing him, touching the fur between his pecs. I am a powerful, horny bear daddy.

“El gallo segundo es Vincente!” cries Hector. I turn and see he has another name pulled from the jar. He’s waving the slip in the air and the guys are cheering.

Wait... What? What second rooster?

...to be continued

Obedient Boy

2009-12-25T00:11:00.000-08:00

Kind of pisses you off a little, don’t it? Me slappin’ your face with my sweaty, cum-dried cock while you’re bound and ball-gagged so you can’t even enjoy the taste of it. You want me to take that gag out and force feed my meat down your throat, don’t you, cocksucker?

Too fuckin’ bad.

I walk over to the kitchen sink and rinse my hands off. My cock hard against the cool kitchen cabinetry. I hear you strugglin’ in the chair. Now why you want to do that?

“Shut the fuck up!” I bark without looking.

You are quiet again. Good boy.

After all, you’re the one who asked me over to your house, beggin’ me to give it to you, which you may recall, I did, then sitting provocatively at your kitchen table in your tighty-whities with your fat boner pushin’ against the cotton on your hip and you all strong and fit. And I’m just past middle-age, a graying overstuffed bear,daddy you could easily have stopped from getting out the rope and the ballgag and binding you up like a helpless bitch.

But you didn’t stop me, did you? So quit your struggling.

I dry my hands on your kitchen towel. Nice towels. In fact, very nice kitchen. What are you some kind of upper middle class pampered brat with your marble counters and your coffee press? I see you lookin’ all concerned at the kitchen towel crumpled in my hand. I rub the towel up my arm into my armpit and wipe the sweat there, slowly absorbing the stink from our little previous workout.

You groan. You like that, huh?

“Nice towels,” I say.

I bring the towel back behind me and half-turn so you can watch while I scrub my asscrack with your fancy Egyptian fuck 200 count whatever the hell towel. A little cry comes up from your throat, but at the same time I see your cock twitch in your briefs.

“Uh huh,” I grunt.

I bring the towel around to my crotch and begin rubbing my funky sweat and cum all over it, all the messy manly smells and soaks from when I fucked you before I tied you up, sittin’ so cocky at your kitchen table. When I’m done, your kitchen towel ain’t so pretty anymore.

“Uh oh,” I say.

You’re breathing kind of hard there, boy. Are you concerned for your expensive kitchen towel or are you so turned on you don’t give a fuck? Or are you going to keep this towel just the way it is. Treasure it. Maybe tuck it up under your pillow so, days later, when you’re horny and watching some Xtube daddy spank the fuck out of someone, you’ll sneak it out and put it to your nose and lips and breathe deep and tongue it while you jack off, squirming wildly on the bed.

I walk over to you and shove the funky, dirty towel against your face, rubbin’ it in harshly. You groan and this time I can tell it’s pure pleasure as you sniff deep and try hard to get your lips and tongue around that ballgag - your little whines and you struggling against the ropes – makes me almost feel sorry for you, boy.

“I’m going to untie your gag,” I say. “But you aren’t going to make a sound when I do or so help me Christ I’ll make you pay and not in a way you’ll like, fucker.”

Shovin’ the towel up into my armpit again, I walk behind your chair and untie your ballgag. You make a sound as your mouth stretches to get the gag out, but you are obedient. Your obedience makes my cock twitch. I toss the ballgag onto the table. Stuff the towel into your mouth. Your eyes close and you make those little sucking sounds as you try to drink every bit of my ass and crotch and armpit funk out of that towel.

“Good boy,” I say. “Nurse on that a while.”

I’m starin’ at your tight blonde crewcut. Your icy eyes. The muscle bulge of your shoulders. The ropes binding your arms behind the chair and your legs to the chair legs. The bulge of your big young balls and the push of your fat dick in your tighty-whities. Your little mouth workin’ hard on that funked-up towel. You’re a fuckin’ sight, for sure.

There’s nothing left to do but give it up to you, boy.

I grab the back of the chair and brace my foot on the chair leg, tilting you back. You make a sound of being shocked.

“Don’t worry, little girl,” I growl, “I won’t scuff your fuckin’ parquet floor.”

I tilt you back all the way till your back and head are on the floor. Your legs are still tied to the chair, so your feet stick out all soft and white and vulnerable. I walk around and stand between your feet, your eyes following me all the way. My hands on my hips, I stare at your beautiful willing body below me. My cock throbs out in front of me.

I step forward until my cock rides up the sole of your right foot. You groan long and low as I dry hump it. It feels real good, my boner ridin’ up and down against the soft pads of your foot and my hand goes to the arch of your foot to apply pressure. Your toes wriggle and press into my belly with every thrust of my hips; my balls squish their huge hairy sack against your heel.

“Ung,” I moan. “Damn.”

You start working your foot as best you can, turning it sideways so my cock presses against the bone on the side and it’s great pressure and my cock is full throttle now and could cum at any moment, so I’m being careful to give it just how much I want but not too much.

I feel the sweat trickling down my back and down into my buttcrack. I feel it in my chest hair and on my belly. I’m foot fuckin’ you while you squirm, moaning into the towel stuffed into your mouth. On your hip, at the tip of the bulge of your dick, the white cotton briefs have a large wet stain from the precum your monster cock is droolin’. My cock is doin’ some slobberin’ too… all over the sole of your foot. Each time I bring my hips back, the foreskin rides up and squeezes out another bead of manjuice. The sole of your foot is getting sloppy.

“Fuck this, boy,” I say, stepping away. “We need to get some business done.”

I walk back over and grab the towel from out your mouth and toss it onto the table. You lick your lips, trying to bring some moisture back to them. My dick bounces right above your head and I can see your eyes greedily devouring every inch of it. You want it so bad.

I turn around and kneel down on the floor, my back to the top of your head. Then I lean my ass back and sit directly on your face. You tilt your face back a bit to receive it. Your tongue is immediately in my butt crack, wriggling and lapping and trying to get deeper. My balls are resting on your forehead. I rock a little back and forth and I can feel your nose up my buttcrack, rubbing at my asshole pucker.

“Fuck!” I bark.

Feels incredible, getting licked and lapped by you, your tongue working to get every drop of sweat and man musk it can. You sound like a sloppy noisy dog lickin’ his balls. I press my ass into your face and hold it there. After a bit I feel you gasping for breath and I hold it a second or two longer before lifting up and letting you breathe.

“Fuck,” you whisper. There is deep pleasure in the way you say that and it makes my dick bounce.

I lean back again and you start over, licking and lapping at my pucker and goddamn it feels so hot and I grab my ballsack up by the root and start smacking your forehead with my balls while you lick. My cock is drippin’ precum down the top of your head. My balls smack smack smack on your forehead. I drop them on your eyelids and let them each find an eyesocket. You lap lap lap up my asscrack. Your face is going to smell like my ass for days.

I pull my ass off your face and you are breathin’ hard from your efforts. I get up off you and turn completely around, facing you. My cock is hovering over your face and I lean forward, my balls go onto your nose as I stuff my cock down your throat.

Aw, you are voracious, boy.

You have wanted this all night, haven’t you? You have begged me for it in every possible way. At first, literally. So I fucked you, hard and left my cum all over your hard muscled asscheeks. Then you begged to suck me with your body language, slouched in that kitchen chair with your legs spread wide, your muscled arm on the chair back, that fuckin’ smirk on your face. So I tied you up and smacked your gagged face with my hard cock. Then you begged me with your obedience.

That’s the best way of all, boy...

And this is your reward. My fat hard cock stuffed so deep down your throat you make loud gagging sounds when I grind it deep. Yeah, boy, fuckin’ take what you deserve. I smash my balls and my pubes and my cock deep into your face and laugh. You struggle to breath. I pull up in time. Then crush it back down. Your tongue works my cockshaft like the best fuckin’ boy in the world. I swivel my hips, grinding my cock deep inside you.

I lean forward and with my cock still in your mouth, I plant my face in your tighty-whities, my mouth sucking up that wet spot at the tip of your cock. I pull the cotton back with my teeth, grabbing a few pubes in the process and you gasp when they pull out, but you don’t stop your rhythm on my cock and in the meantime, I got your cock free of your shorts and that makes you buck with pleasure as my mouth goes around your cockhead and suck and lick while you lap up my dick deep into your throat. Your precum tastes slick and salty.

I take my mouth off your cock, lean back up and start seriously fucking your face.

Take it.

“Take it, bitch.”

I smash my cock down your throat and pull back and smash it again – smash smash smash smash smash– and your head smacks a little against the floor and I don’t care ‘cause you are suckin’ me like a man’s never sucked me before. And I’m going to give you every bit of my strength, every fuckin’ thrust left in me. Tears come out the corner s of your eyes just from the pounding and the gasping for breath and I don’t give a wild goddamn, boy, because you are a hole to serve me. You are the place I put my cum.

I growl, my arms in the air, my hips doggie-pounding your face, my cock lost between your eager lips. It’s coming now, boy.

“You want it?” I ask.

“Mmmff,” you grunt, suctioning even harder than before.

“Aw, fuck, cocksucker,” I groan, feeling it about to pop. “Fuck.”

And I pop a massive load of jizz again and again and again and my toes curl it feels so good and I grind my cock deep into you growling out loud and rattling the dishes and you’re swallowing hard and breathing deep and noisy and taking all my cum inside you like a fuckin’ man.

“Clean it up,” I growl.

You do. My cock throbs down to semi-hard while your tongue searches out under the foreskin and around the head, looking for every last drop of my cum.

Good boy.

My cock pulls out of your mouth with a pop. Fuck, I love that sound. “You want a reward for being so good?” I say.

You look a little puzzled. “Yes, sir?” you say, curiously.

I stand up, shaking out my semi-hard cock. Tuggin’ out my balls. Walk over beside you, standing over your torso. My cock points at your chest and I let loose a stream of piss and what’s left of my cum.

“Aw, fuck, daddy, yeah!” you holler, squirming in your restraints.

My piss splatters warm and wet all over your chest, running off your body and pooling on your nice floor. My hands on my hips. I’m laughing, swiveling some so my piss soaks into your underwear and spatters all over your hard cock. You are covered head to toe in my spunk, my funk and my piss.

“Open up,” I say.

Your mouth is like an eager hungry baby bird.

I give you your reward, my good, obedient boy.

What You Gonna Do?

2009-10-25T23:24:00.000-07:00

Those two cops are talkin’ about me. Sittin’ there on that rest area bench in their dark green uniforms. One’s staring right at me with this mean sonofabitch look and his partner’s whisperin’ in his ear and shooting me dirty looks every now and then.

What they going to do? Arrest me for subtlety.

I mean, sure, I’ve been sitting here ogling them for the last ten minutes, occasionally adjusting the bulge in my crotch, but hey, who’s to say I’m not just scratchin’? Besides I ain’t breakin’ no law.

The mean cop is the most barrelly-chested bastard I ever saw, with huge pec muscles pushing out his green highway patrol shirt and his waist tapering down to nearly nothing. He’s got these forearms that look like black fur-covered ham hocks and his legs are spread wide on the bench. He looks like he’s really packin’ and I’m not referring to the gun at his hip, either.

The other cop is thinner, more compact, though he has some muscle on him. Smooth and blond. He looks a bit older, like in his late 40s and he has a slight paunch that pushes against his waistline. He obviously is the brains while the other guy’s the brawn. The older, brainy cop whispers into the brawny cop’s ear.

Man, my cock is so hard in my jeans. It’s making a clear obtrusive bulge in my pants and I’m surprised they haven’t arrested me for indecent exposure. I move it a little so it’s not so tight. It feels so good being touched, I can feel the precum beading just under the foreskin.

I’m imagining them bending over and me taking my turns on their tight bubble butts while I smoke a stogie and slap their butts. Cop pay-back. Makes me grin.

The mean cop stands straight up. He’s not that tall, but the bulk of his chest and the slight of his waist make him look massive. He touches his holster and looks away. Then he starts walkin’ this way. His partner talks into the walkie-talkie thing clipped to his shirt and, shit, looks like I’ve done it this time.

“Sir, we need you to come with us,” the mean cop growls through clenched teeth.

Fuck me.

I stand up, thinking at any moment the cuffs are coming out and my Miranda rights are getting read to me – all for lusting after men in uniform.

The other cop walks up to his partner. “Half an hour,” he says to his partner.

“That’s enough,” the mean cop says. His hand rests on his holster. He grabs me by my shirt collar and pulls me to my feet and my heart is pounding a mile a minute as I’m hustled down the rest area sidewalk.

“What have I done, officer?” I ask in the most inoffensive tones I can muster.

“Shut the fuck up,” the mean officer growls, poking me in the kidneys.

The blond cop laughs and adds, “Oh, I think we all know what you’ve done, faggot.”

Shit.

They hustle me into the rest area men’s room. The restroom is empty – cream painted cinder block walls and dark green tile - and while the big cop is shovin’ me up against a concrete wall, the other cop is putting out a yellow sign that says “Out of Service.” He locks the door and I’m alone with these brutes.

“You think you can eye us, faggot, and get off scot-free?” the barrel-chested cop growls low in my ear. I can feel the huge muscle of his arm pushing against my back and his breath on my neck and I can smell his brutish cologne. It kind of hurts and the cinderblock against my face is rough and cold.

I struggle a little thinking I could really get fucked up here if I’m not careful. And who they going to believe? Me or two highway patrolmen?

“I haven’t done anything,” I grunt, struggling.

The cop just pushes against my back harder. “I haven’t done anything,” he says in a mocking over-femmy voice.

This pisses me off and I struggle harder.

“This is what you done,” he barks, and I feel his full body slam against my back, pinning me to the wall. His hips crush into my ass, the huge bulge in his cop pants push at my ass cheeks through my jeans. He grinds his big hard junk into my ass and, although I try to fight a bit at first, the feeling of his hard manly cock against my ass feels so good and I find myself leaning my hips back into his.

The mean cop laughs low and growly. “Yeah, thought you’d like that, cocksucker,” he says.

The other cop slides up against the wall next to me, his back to the wall, His face is in my face. “You’re one bad little cocksucker, ain’t ya?” he whispers. “I see you’re an eager little whore for my partner’s cock, aren’t you, faggot?”

“Fuck you,” I say through gritted teeth. “This cinderblock hurts, assholes.”

The mean cop chuckles, his breath hot against my neck. He grinds his hips into my butt and in spite of myself I groan a little. “Fight all you want, cocksucker,” he growls. “It just makes me harder.”

He steps back, though, easing off a little so my face isn’t crushed against the wall.

“I’ll cooperate, officers,” I say. “I am not resisting arrest.” My cock is getting hard.

The mean cop reaches his hand down the back of my pants and I feel his fat, spit-soaked finger invade my asshole with a slow strong insistency that makes me moan like his bitch and push back onto it.

The other cop laughs. “Fuckin’ fag, all right,” he says. He pulls his green cop shirt up over his head. For a second, his tight muscled armpit is just inches from my face with his soft downy blond hair fanning out. He smells sweaty, but clean. Instinctively, my tongue reaches out, but he pulls away, laughing an evil laugh.

“Yeah,” the big cop growls, shoving his finger deeper in my hole. “We figured you’d try take charge, fucker.”

“But we’re in charge here, cocksucker,” the blond cop says, fingering a brown nipple of his.

Fuck. My mouth is watering, my boner’s throbbing against the cinder block wall. The big cop is grinding his fucking ample finger up into my butt and the other guy is tormenting me with his beautiful armpit and what’s a bear to do?

“Yes sir, officers,” I groan, “You’re in charge. “

The mean cop pulls his finger out of my ass suddenly and my breath leaves my body with the aching desire of it and the older cop laughs, his hand playing with the hair on his armpit. The mean cop turns me violently around and slams my back against the cinder blocks. He grins devilishly as he shows me the finger he’s had up my butt for the last few moments.

“Clean it up,” he says. Then he grabs the back of my head and forces the finger deep into my throat. His finger is thick and meaty and he’s not being gentle and it’s everything I can do not to gag, but I’m also turned on and trying to be obedient and I lick it and I see he’s half-closing his eyes with a soft mmm.

“Damn, this cocksucker knows what he’s doing,” he murmurs to the other cop.

“Let me see,” he replies. The finger is pulled out of my mouth and he forces my head into the older cop’s armpit and for a moment, my face is smashed hard into the muscle and sweat and hair there, but after a bit, he backs off and I can lap up the delicious manly armpit like a good puppy. The cop is groaning and I’m hearing the sounds of buckles unbuckling and zippers unzipping and clothing falling to the floor.

“I’m not resisting,” I say when I come up for air.

This makes the blond cop smile and the mean cop chuckle.

“It wouldn’t do you no good anyway,” the mean cop says. I turn and realize he’s standing there entirely nude. He is massive. His chest is a huge barrel of muscle and black hair and his waist is trim and tight. His thighs overwhelm me with their massive ripple of muscle and thick bulk. His cock is also fat and ample and hard and throbbing straight out from his body. The reservoir tip of the condom he’s wearing is already heavy with salty precum. He is dribbling lube on his dick.

“Not that you deserve lube,” he says to me. His forearms are thick slabs of muscle and black fur.

“I call south end,” he says to his partner.

“As always,” the older blond cop says. I turn and see he’s also stark naked. He’s compact and very smooth. Maybe he shaves. He has a thin treasure trail down to a big blond bush out of which throbs a very nice curvy cut cock. His balls dangle low behind them. “I guess that leaves me what you do best, cocksucker,” he says.

The mean cop grabs my pants by the belt and jerks them off my body. Once again his fingers begin roughly invading my crack all slick with lube. The other cop is pulling my shirt off and before he throws it to the floor, he puts it to his face and deeply inhales.

The blond cop leans up against the cinder block wall and thrusts his hips out at me. I kneel down before him, my hands moving up over his little paunchy belly and to his tits which I pinch with little mercy.

“Aw fuck!” he cries and the other cop laughs. I can hear his cock thwap thwapping as he watches me kneeling before his partner.

“Suck him!” the mean cop orders me.

My lips suck up the underside of the cop’s ample curvy cock and he groans. I’m rubbin’ my fingertips harshly across his nipples as I slide my mouth all the way down his cockshaft, slicking it up with my spit as I go.

“Goddamn!” the mean cop shouts. “Goddamn, look at that hungry faggot.”

I’m damned if I ain’t going to give these cops the ride of their lives and my dick is so fuckin’ hard it could shatter at any moment, but I’m not even thinking of touching myself in front of these guys.

As I suck on the blond cop’s cock, I hear the big cop getting down on his knees behind me. His fingers roam into my crack again and his finger pops inside my pucker and I gasp with the fuckin’ good feeling of it then resume sucking his partner’s cock.

Next thing I know I’m feeling the big fat uncut cockhead at my back door. Shit, this guy’s thick. He’s going to rip me apart.

“He’s going to rip you in two,” the blond cop murmurs, reading my mind. He reaches down to his pants on the floor, pulling the handcuffs off his belt. He grabs me by the hair and pulls me off his cock.

“Give me your wrists, cocksucker,” the guy growls.

“No,” I say. Half because it’s kind of a turn-on to resist, but half because I’m kind of afraid of getting handcuffed.

The mean cop doesn’t hesitate. He pushes that fat fuckin’ cock into my butt with a speed and an insistence that makes me see stars. The pain is excruciating. I holler and then grit my teeth and growl. I’m lost in the pain.

“Don’t you black out, fucker,” the mean cop says, smacking the back of my head.

The blond cop smacks his cock against my face a few times and some precum lobs off onto my cheek and lips and the taste wakes me up.

And I’m pissed off. And I’m horny as fuck. And I’m going to take this like a fuckin’ man and show them what I’m made of. I grit my teeth and try to focus on letting the muscles relax back there and accepting this monster cop’s cock in my butt.

“That’ll teach you not to say no to us,” the blond cop hisses. “Now give me your wrists.”

I put my hands behind my back and the cop bends over and slaps the cuffs on. I’m breathing hard, trying to get control of my body. The blond cop stands back upright and, for a moment, his hand is tender on the underside of my chin.

“You okay, partner?” he says gently to me. I look up into his eyes. These guys aren’t going to really hurt me. They are just fulfilling my fantasy for me. They know me better than I do.

“Didn’t hear you, sir,” I say.

The blond cop leans closer in, “I said, you okay?”

I spit in his face. After a moment of shock, he removes his hand from my chin and wipes the spit off his face. He smiles a little. I’m fulfilling one of his fantasies, too, after all.

“Fuckin’ pig,” I say.

I hear the mean cop with his cock in my butt groan. The blond cop doesn’t hesitate, but brutally shoves his cock deep into my throat. I can barely breathe and tears are coming to my eyes as the blond cop fucks my face eagerly while the mean cop slowly pulls his cock out of my butt to the tip before slamming it down to the pubes again.

Each time the mean cop thrusts my cuffed hands contact his bush and muscled lower abdomen and that just turns me on more.

I have never felt such pain. I have never been so horny. I want these men so bad I would do fuckin’ anything for them. The brutality only increases the desire.

“Aw fuck, yeah,” the mean guy shouts. He puts his beefy hand on my shoulder and shoves my body down onto his cock. I’m sucking the blond guy’s cock for all it’s worth and the sweat is rolling off my forehead down my neck and through the hair on my chest. The mean cop is fucking my butt in earnest, my back arched and eager for each thrust; the blond cop is fucking my face with an intensity that shows me he’s about to bust a nut.

“Gawd, aww!” he yells as he pops his jizz deep down my throat. And it’s a fuckin’ huge load, thick and musty tasting. As jet after jet of ropey cum slops into my mouth and throat, he continues thrusting his cock deep in me, shoving his sperm all the way down.

“Eat it, fuckin’ faggot!” the cop yells. “Eat my spunk!”

And I’m licking up every drop while the mean cop groans loud and pounds my ass with a new ferocity. Bambambam, my ass is going to hurt for a week.

“Yeah, fuck that cocksucker, partner!” the blond cop says.

And at that moment, I feel the cop’s cock twitch in me and I feel his chest cave and he bellows “Fuuuuuck!” as he cums wave after wave of orgasm deep inside my butt. His arm surrounds my chest and pulls me even tighter against him, my arms crushed between my back and his muscled barrel chest. He is still groaning and thrusting, milking that cock for every last drop.

The blond cop circles around me and looms over the mean cop.. The mean cop pulls out of me and his condom slaps to the floor full and wet with lube and spunk. He looks up at the blond cop who grabs his softening cummy cock and slaps his partner in the face. The mean cop puts up his arms and shows his muscles and growls a big tiger roar.

I’m so sore from that ass-pounding. I manage to half turn, half sit on the floor with my arms and back to the wall. My burning ass resting on the cool floor.

The blond cop kneels in front of his partner and the two cops are in each other’s arms and making out like a couple of lesbians. They hands pulling the other guy’s face into theirs, their lips and tongues locked in deep rut, their cocks still mostly hard and throbbing against each other between their strong aggressive bodies.

It’s truly impressive. A massive fantasy come true.

Or half of one…

I laugh my most evil laugh possible.

“Okay, fuckin’ faggots,” I growl. “Which one of you cocksuckers are going to uncuff me and take his punishment for false arrest?”

They turn and look at me. A devilish grin on both their faces.

Cinnamon Bear

2009-08-15T18:05:00.000-07:00

Fuck, I got to piss something fierce.

It’s dark as hell inside the tent and very quiet as well. It must be around 2 or 3 am because no light or sound from other campsites is present and there’s a stillness to the air that you can almost feel.

I throw off my sleeping bag and unzip the tent. God, the pressure in my bladder’s immense and it almost hurts to hold it.. I don’t even bother to put on underwear, let alone pants. It’s so dark, no one could see anyway and besides, I really have to go!

I step out into the warm summer mountain air. The only thing breaking up the darkness is more clumps of darkness (trees and bushes) and the enormous spray of beautiful stars splashed across the sky between the tall pine tops. I would so definitely stop and slack my jaw in awe at the sight except for the need to piss and I can do that after.

So I step a few paces away from my tent, toward a large bush-shaped darkness at the edge of my campsite and let loose.

Ah, god, that feels ggoooooood.

Somethin’ about takin’ a big piss, wild and naked in the woods. I can feel the warm night air on the fur on my butt cheeks and the back of my thighs. As the stream of piss falls, I reach up with my hands and feel my hairy chest, rub my nipples with my fingertips, touch my big furry belly. A naked bear naked in the woods pissing like a fuckin’ race horse.

Shit!! What was that?! Jesus.

The dark shape I was pissin’ on. I mean, I thought it was a bush or something, but…

Fuck, what the fuck?

Suddenly my piss stream sounded like it was landing... I don’t know, in a cup or in someone’s mouth. And when I jumped at the sound, the whole big shadow went crashing off a ways through the trees.

It’s still out there, not fifteen feet away, low and hunkered to the ground.

Jesus, I think... I think it’s some kind of animal.

What the fuck kind of animal would let me piss on it and then open its mouth to...

Fuck, it’s getting closer again. This is nuts..

I’m just standing here. I definitely have no more piss to give ‘cause whatever that thing is, it scared the piss right out of me. The shape is slowly moving closer, one step, two steps, one more. Fuck, what do I do? I don’t want to crouch down to pick up a rock or a stick, ‘cause then I’ll be vulnerable to its attack.

Damn, I have car keys in my pants pocket. Why didn’t I put on my pants?

I could holler and maybe it would wake up the guys in the other campsites, but then if it’s nothing, if it’s my imagination, I’ll look like a stupid moron standing here naked and hollering at the wind in the bushes.

The black shape is almost on me and I’m frozen here, almost unable to move. My mind is racing.

Suddenly, it’s right in front of me. My eyes, having somewhat adjusted to the dark night, can see now. It’s a bear – a big one. Its coat is cinnamon-color in the starlight. I can just make out its shining coal eyes and the hump of its dark furry body. His tan snout and black wet nose.

The bear seems to be sniffing out my scent. I am frozen solid. I’m not in grizzly country, so I know that, out here, bears think of people as dominant, so all I have to do is shout or growl or throw my hands up and I’ll spook him away.

But he is so close to me, closer than I’ve ever been to a wild thing. I’m absolutely terrified and absolutely enthralled at the same time.

Fuck! He licked my cock!

I jump straight up and run like a little girl to the tent. I’m bending over to try to grab the tent flaps. Fuck, how is the tent going to protect me from a hungry, crazed bear?! I want to shout, but I’m too scared to make a sound.

There’s a grunt behind me. I look real quick behind me and…

What the hell? What the fuck? What the fuck is going on?

Standing there, not five feet away from me is the tall dark shadow of a man.

“What the fuck?” I shout, all angry and pissed off. “Where’s that bear?”

The guy is lookin’ at me. I can see his shining eyes in the starlight. He appears to be completely naked. He has a large bushy cinnamon-colored beard and short hair. There is beautiful fur all over his strong body. He has a lovely belly and his cock and balls hang soft and pouchy below it. He stands silently, with his thick rounded muscled arms at his side, just starin’ at me.

I’m breathing heavy and my mind is racing and the sight of this sexy guy turns me on and pisses me off all at the same time. But mostly I’m just confused.

“Where did that bear go?” I say, stepping closer to him. “That was a bear right? It licked my dick, dude.”

I laugh nervously.

The guy stands there staring at me. His tongue comes out and licks his lips with short jabby licks. His cock is starting to get hard. I can just make out the tube of meat filling out below his belly. His belly is a round hard furry moon riding above very powerful, muscled thighs. I’m getting a little hard myself.

“Where’d you come from?” I say, not so scared anymore. “Did you see that bear?”

The guy lifts his hand and puts it on his hairy chest.. He nods his head. He is stepping toward me.

What the fuck?

“Hey, guy,” I say, “I appreciate your scarin’ that bear away from me. “

He takes a step closer, his hand still deep in the fur on his chest. His cock is growing long.

“Where…” I am fumbling to understand. “Where did the bear go?”

He pats his chest again and steps closer.

Is this guy crazy? What is he tryin’ to say? That he’s the bear I saw? That’s fucked up.

He steps up to me and puts his other hand on my chest.. His hand is huge and warm and feels good on my chest fur and my cock responds with soft throbs.

“What?” I say. “You are the bear? Is that what you’re telling me, dude?”

He leans in and kisses me. Well, kind of kisses me. More like he’s licking my lips, little licks on the inside of my mouth, my tongue, my teeth. His breath is mint and berries and he hasn’t bathed lately and he smells earthy and furry and wild.

This guy is sexy as fuck. I don’t care if he thinks he’s a bear.

I reach my hand out and reach around his torso as he lick/kisses me. His torso is wet. I lift my hand to my nose and sniff. It’s piss.

It’s my piss.

Jesus. This is fucked up. I take a step back and stare. My heart’s beating so fast I can hear nothing but it and the soft grunts the guy’s making. He licks his lips, lookin’ into my eyes.

“You’re the bear,” I say.

He nods, leans in and licks my neck and licks my shoulder. His hands are on my upper arm, pushing at my bicep. I respond, lifting it up above my head and he moves in. I feel his breath as he sniffs my armpit with little snorty sniffs. He makes a growling sound and I moan as he leans in and licks away on the fur in my armpit.

My other hand goes behind his head and pets his cinnamon hair.

“Aw, damn,” I groan from the sheer fuck pleasure of his tongue on my armpit, moving across my chest and onto my nipple.. Little nibbles of his teeth and hot wet licks.

I feel his thick bushy beard splayed across my belly as he licks up my nipples and the sensation is so hot, my cock is now fully engorged and throbbing to my pounding heartbeat.

This can’t be happening. I must be dreaming.

My hand slips down from behind his head to his hairy shoulders. Very, very hairy shoulders. Strong shoulders, too. I can feel the muscle just beneath that fur and skin; it ripples as he moves to lick and nibble my nipples.

He drops to his knees in front of me. When his hot wet tongue begins lapping at my cockshaft, oh my god, it feels so good. I lean my head back and take in a deep breath. The stars spread out above me over the treetops in a beautiful display of wildness and my hands are on my hips while a bear, a real live bear in a man’s flesh, lick lick licks my cockshaft.

His face pushes into my crotch with a large happy grunt, almost knocking me back. I laugh. His face moves down, licking my ballsack. His breath is hot and wet on my balls and my cock rests across his face as he licks my balls eagerly. His big cinnamon beard tickles my inner thighs.

He moves his face up, my cock dropping precum into his beard as he licks my bush with slow upward licks, like he’s cleaning up my scent. Or maybe he’s leaving his.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “Good bear..” His tongue is so hot and wet and raspy and useful and it’s pulling all the blood in my body into my cock and I’m going to go crazy if he doesn’t–

And he does.

His mouth sinks down down all the way down my cockshaft and my cock just throbs inside his throat. He makes tiny grunting sounds as his cheeks suction my dick and I feel his wet slippery tongue writhing along the underside of my cockshaft.

“Aw, damn,” I sigh, my hands resting on his hard hairy shoulders.

He licks his way down to the cockhead and works his tongue around the rim of it and it feels better than I’ve ever had before. His shiny black eyes flicker up, look into mine. Then close again to concentrate on what he’s doing.

He begins piston-pumping my cock deep into his throat and, aw god, it feels in-fucking-credible. Don’t think I can last too much longer. My cock is hard as granite and I’m feeling the waves of a powerful orgasm rising in my thighs and my butt and my groin.

“Going to cum, bear,” I growl.

The bear man grunts and keeps sucking my cock with ferocious intensity. I feel the cum rising in my balls and for a split second I know it’s going to be a good one.

And BAM! I’m cumming shot after shot after shot of my hot cum into his mouth. A tight high groan is all that escapes my throat as my cum spurts down his throat and he’s licking and sucking and swallowing it all and grabbing my butt to pull my cock even deeper into him.. I’m grabbing hanks of his hair without thinking of it and my body is convulsing with the sheer power of the orgasm.

After a bit, when I’ve dropped every last bit of my load into him and my cock begins to soften, I pull out of his mouth. He whimpers softly, licking my dick and balls clean.

“Good bear,” I say.

I reach down and grab his huge arms, pulling him to his feet again. His dark eyes look into mine and I lean forward and kiss him. He tastes like my spunk. His tongue wriggles in my mouth.

“Thank you, bear,” I say. He smiles a beautiful smile. “Would you… Can you come inside my tent with me?” I say, tugging on his beard. “It’s big enough for two.”

A bird sings somewhere behind him. He turns and looks. When he turns back to me, his brow is wrinkled and there’s an expression in his eyes I can’t quite make out, but it looks like worry.

A car starts up at a campsite a few sites down the road. I turn to look. Two bright headlights illuminate a clump of pines and then is extinguished. When I turn back, the man is gone and there’s a huge cinnamon-colored bear crouching at the edge of my campsite.

The bear licks his lips a few times, then bounds off into the darkness.

Ridin' the Rails

2009-07-14T19:28:00.000-07:00

I’m riding Amtrak south and feelin’ the need for a drink. Knowing there’s whiskey in the lounge car, I head that way through my car and into the next one. The train wobbles on some old tracks, which makes me have to keep my hands on the overhead racks while I walk and since I’m wearing a muscle shirt to stay cool, my armpits are all bear fur splayed out for all to see as I pass. My arms aren’t muscle arms by any means, but they have some shape and, damn boys, I can wrap you up tight in ‘em when I need to.

Starlight winks in through the open windows as the train moves through the night. Occasionally a distant porch light or lit-up highway billboard passes in the distance. I keep wobbling down the aisle. Halfway through the third car, I see something that makes my knees weak. Laid out across two big train chairs is a chubby cub sleepin’.

He’s maybe late twenties, early thirties. Downy blonde hair kind of short, but not buzzed or anything. I could still grab a fistful while I shove my cock up his ass. His face is so round and white and he’s snorin’ these little cute snores through his open o-shaped mouth. Such fine red lips which contrast against his sexy powdery white skin. He has a little blue blanket that is covering most of his body while he sleeps but the shape of his big round belly is obvious. His arms are soft smooth masses of pudgy deliciousness and goddamn I’m gettin’ real hard standin’ here watching this boy sleep.

Across the aisle the chairs are empty, so I duck into them and sprawl out best I can. I’m a big guy, 6’4”, and so sprawling is not so easy as this cub has it. But folding my one leg up on the chairs allows me at least to have some access to my crotch, which as I lean back against the window, I begin rubbin’ just watchin’ this cubby snore.

My cock has been hard for a while, but now, lookin’ at this sexy boy and feelin’ the hard rub of my beefy paw on its throbbing length, my cock extends itself to its full size inside my pants. I want so bad to take it out and jack, but I don’t want to get arrested, so I try to keep in control.

Damn, this chub cub is fuckin’ hot.

The train makes a big wobble and the chub wakes up. His eyes fall on me and for a moment he looks confused. I don’t stop rubbin’. I just stare at him and slowly rub my cock. Hell, if he doesn’t like it he’ll say so and I’ll walk away, no harm done.

I’m hopin’ he likes it.

The cub looks me up and down, his eyes lingering on my hand rubbin’ my crotch. His hand goes up to his jowly face, wipin’ his lips with the back of his hand.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey,” I answer back.

He grabs a corner of his blanket and tosses it off. In his sleep his shirt has ridden up his belly and I can see the full bulk of his belly, marshmallow smooth and silky soft, with a deep wide belly button. He sees where my eyes go. He doesn’t pull the shirt down. Instead his pudgy hand goes right to his belly and slowly rubs it.

“Mmm,” the cubby sighs. “I’m kind of hungry.”

I push my palm hard into my crotch and feel my hard veiny cock push against it. “I’m hungry too, boy,” I say all low and growly. I want to be this boy’s daddy bear tonight so badly I can taste him already.

“I see that,” he says. His voice is kind of high and soft and it’s turnin’ me on something fierce and by this time I’ve forgotten all about whiskey and want nothin’ but the boy. “Maybe I can help you out with that, daddy bear.”

Chubby cub sits up in his chair and pulls his sausage fingers through his blonde hair. “I got an idea,” he says. “Follow me.”

He gets up from his chair and heads for the stairs. I stand up and follow, my cock tenting out the front of my jeans like crazy. We slowly make our way down the train stairs and the chubby cub opens the door to the handicap bathroom.

“It’s a tight fit,” he says, “but I think we can do it.” His hand goes to my chest and feels my hairy tits there beneath my shirt. He turns and goes in. I follow him in and lock the door behind us.

When the cub pulls his shirt up over his head, I feel for a moment like I can’t breathe. He is a soft, pink Michelin boy of chubby splendor. His tits are magnificent, ample and downy white with sweet pink nipples pouting at the end of them. I pull my shirt off me and my face dives down to take one of those pink sugartits into my mouth. The chub sucks in his breath when he feels my tongue lapping along those nipples and pulling his soft enormous breast into my mouth.

“Oh daddy!” he murmurs. His hands move across my hairy back and one hand pushes my head onto his creamy tit. His other hand works its way to my front where he begins pinching and twisting my hairy nipple.

I work my mouth and tongue across his flabby tit until I reach his arm. He gets the cue and lifts his saggy arm above his head. His armpit is bulgy and soft and there are little wisps of blonde fur in the crevice and my tongue can’t get enough of this beautiful chub.

“I want it, daddy,” the cub says. His hands are now at my belt and he’s working feverishly to pull it open. I help him out. As I start taking my jeans down, the cubby unbuttons his pants and pulls them down along with his boxers. His little curvy cock is full staff underneath the bulk of his belly, his tight wrinkly ballsack push between his fat thighs and his hips are wide mounds of creamy goodness. He kicks off his sandals and pants right as I’m getting mine off. When we’re done, we stand in the narrow bathroom, the train wobbling, just starin’ at each other.

He is a perfect little cream puff of pink and white. He is pinching his little titty unconsciously while he looks me up and down. He lingers at my hairy fuckin chest and my belly. He takes in my bearish arms and thighs. But his mouth falls open when he gets to my big bull balls and my hard throbbin’ cock which is pointed right at him.

“I was hoping to blow that beautiful cock of yours,” the cubby whispers. “But it looks like it needs to fuck, right now!”

I lean in and kiss the boy. His mouth is soft and bubble gum sweet and his tongue plays on mine as he growls his pleasure into my open mouth. He turns around with my arms still wrapped around his body and he puts his hands up against the walls of the bathroom.

“Do me, daddy,” he says softly but insistently, “Do me now.”

He shoves his ass into my crotch. It’s so wide and flabby and soft and fuck I could cum just lookin’ at it.

I lean down and grab some lube and a condom from my jeans pocket. He waves that fat ass in my face while I slide the condom on and slick it up. I use my slicked up fingers to press into the deep fold of the chub’s ass until I find his pucker. He’s groaning as my fingers grope his asshole, his wide fat butt cheeks soft against my hand.

“Aw, god,” he says, “I need fucked so bad.”

“Yeah, boy,” I growl. “And I’m just the fucker to do it.”

I pull out my hand and grab my cock, so hard and insistent in my hand. My cock is so fuckin’ relieved to find its hard fullness diggin’ its way between the ample ass cheeks of this creamy soft chub and when it reaches his pucker, it’s massive head pushes it apart like a bulldozer.

The chub cub gasps. “Oh,” he groans. “Yes!”

He breathes deeply and I wait as patient as I can. One of my hands is high on his shoulder for leverage. The other is wrapped around him holding onto one of his soft pink tits. While his ass relaxes, I lean in and give his neck fat wet kisses.

“Oh,” he groans again. “I want it so bad. So bad.”

I push my cock slowly in. He tightens once more and I slow fuck in and out, just the length he’s loose. It feels so good on my cock I think I could explode. I’m groaning my pleasure right into his ear. Soon, he is loose and my cock goes all the way into the depths of this chub’s ass. My balls slap right against his flabby ass.

“Goddamn, boy,” I say, “Goddamn.”

“Aw, daddy, yeah,” he groans.

I start fuckin’ in earnest now. Our clothes in a heap below us, my greased up cock diggin’ up this boy’s creamy white butt, breathing hard, my hairy belly pressed against the soft folds of his back. My hips are buckin’ back and forth like an animal’s in this guy’s ass while I continue giving soft wet kisses to his neck.

“Oh! Yeah!” the boy whines. His arm is jiggling jiggling while he jacks himself off as he gets fucked. “I’m gonna cum, daddy.”

I pound his ass hard. My hard cock rubbin’ his prostate and makin’ him all explosive.

“Then cum, boy,” I growl. “I’m right behind you.”

And I lean in and bite his neck. Not hard but enough he can feel my need.

“Aw!” he shouts and I feel his asshole twitch tight around my cock thrusting deep inside him as his cum splats against the wall with a loud sound.

I feel ready myself and I reach down with both hands on his hips and start deep plowing him hard and fast. It’s everything I can do with the wobble of the train and the tight confines of the bathroom, but I’m fucking him out of pure irrational heat and horniness and in a moment I feel my balls churning in the sack and it’s about to happen.

“Aw, fuck!” I holler. My cock shoots and shoots jets of hot ropey cum deep inside this boy’s butt and I give the boy’s hip a slap at the cum fuckin’ goodness of it.

“Damn! Fuck, boy!” I holler.

He rides it. He milks every bit of the cum out of my cock until I am spent and my cock slowly slides out his ass. I pull the condom off and toss it in the trash. We’re both breathing loud and hard as locomotives.

The cub turns back around, his back to the wall and he grabs my cock, milking the last few drops from it. He raises his cum-tipped paw to his lips and licks it.

“Mmm,” he sighs. “Manly.”

His soft blue eyes stare into mine. I kiss him again hard and deep.

“Nice ride, boy,” I say, coming up for breath.

“Oh yeah, daddy,” he says, pulling on my cock again. “Buy me a drink and we’ll do it again.”

Barbasol

2009-07-09T22:59:00.000-07:00

(For R)

His hand moves in light broad circles across the curve of my naked ass. I can feel every hair there feather up on my skin each time his hand passes. At the end of each sweep of his hand, his fingertips softly slide into my ass crack and send shivers up my spine.

I want him so fuckin’ badly I can barely breathe.

Smack! His hand, hard and stinging on one ass cheek.

“Fuck!” I say, wincing.

“What did you say?” he growls.

Oh yeah, he warned me.

“I said, Thank you, sir!” I say through clenched teeth. I’m thrown off balance a little with the pain, naked, bent over his knee, my cock pressed against his inner thigh, my hands on the floor.

Smack! “That one’s for cursing,” he says. That one stings, right on the fleshy lower ass cheek.

Smack! Smack! Smack! My breath comes in sharp and quick through my clenched teeth. The skin of my ass is on fire. ”And that’s for lying,” he growls.

I breathe deep. Wait for the next blow. Anger boils up from my gut, amplifying the stinging in my ass. Anger at – fuck, what am I angry at? Who am I angry with? Why am I feeling all this rage?

I want to stop this pain so bad and I know I could with just one word. Just one simple meaningless safe word.

Suddenly, he’s smacking my ass again, smacksmacksmacksmack, hard and fast and over and over and I’m struggling to keep my hands on the ground and stay bent over his knee and I realize I’m crying out with each blow and the sting and the fire covers every inch of my ass cheeks like he’s trying to get everything a good even shade of red.

I don’t know how much of this I can handle. And the man’s only just got started.

When he stops smacking me, I realize I’m crying. What were shouts of pain have turned to sobs and something is melting inside me, something like grief or like longing. Like sorrow or loneliness.

And suddenly I notice I’m hard.

What the fuck is this? I can’t wrap my mind around what’s happening to me.

“Let it go,” he says softly, his fingertips soft on my burning flesh. I have never felt such exquisite touch. I am completely lost to it. I am crying and moaning at the same time. My back arches and my butt moves out so I can get more contact and I’m groaning like a fuckin’ bitch in heat and my cock is throbbing against his inner thigh.

Damn it! God damn it! This is NOT who I am! I need to remain in control. I’m the guy who’s always in charge. I pound the floor with my fists. Take in my breath, growl out an exhale and steel myself for more. Bring it on, fucker.

“Go stand in the corner, boy,” he says.

Boy! I ain’t no one’s boy!

I stand up, rubbing my ass to make sure it’s still there. Stomp my way to the corner where I stand with my nose pressed into it. He’s chuckling over on the edge of the bed. A smile comes up onto my face as well and I feel like a naughty little kid who’s just gotten away with a tantrum. And it calms me.

My hard-on presses against the wall as I stand here in the claustrophobic corner just trying to breathe. I can hear the guy tinkering around in the hotel room, pouring a glass of water from a pitcher. Putting lotion on his hands. Messing around with his paddles and straps and whips and shoehorns and brushes.

I want to touch myself so badly. Get a little relief from this goddamn tension he’s built up in me.

“Are you jacking off?” he barks.

I laugh. I wasn’t really aware I was doing it.

“No,” I say.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Oh god, god, it stings so bad. I lift one foot off the ground, my whole body wincing at the pain.

“You think I don’t remember every time you lie to me?” he says.

“No, sir,” I say. “I know you remember, sir,” I say. “Thank you, sir!”

Smack! Ow! Shit!

“Thank you, sir,” I say. Smack! Damn!

His hand is on my butt, tickling lightly, barely touching, and again it shoots waves of pleasure all over my ass and cock and up my back and I’m putty in this man’s hands. I’ve always been the strong daddy top, the guy giving it out. This guy is unzipping that place in me and leaving me nothing but a little naked kid, tender, leaning into him.

This guy knows what the fuck he’s doing. I could totally surrender to a guy like this.

“It’s your first time,” he whispers, his breath on my ear, his leather vest pressing against my arm, the cool of his thick wallet chain pressing against my thigh. “So let me remind you. If ever you want it to stop, you just have to say the safe word and we’ll stop.”

Something in me is breaking and I’m so fucking afraid of that. I am so vulnerable here, stark naked with my nose to the corner, while he stands there fully dressed in his jeans and boots and leather vest and his big hard hands.

I want him so bad. I can’t help it. I’ll risk a spanking for it. I reach back with my hand and pet the fur on his exposed belly. He leans into it and grunts. He’s being merciful and that makes me even harder.

“Do you remember the safe word?” he asks.

“Yes, sir” I whisper.

“What is it?” he whispers. I think I feel his lips on my back, but I can’t tell.

“Barbasol, sir,” I say. “The safe word is Barbasol.”

“Good boy,” he says, his hand moves into the crack of my ass and his finger finds my hole.

“Aw,” I groan, feeling his finger enter into me. “Aw, thank you, sir!”

His fingers are so thick and I’m broken open under this man’s will. He uses his finger to press against the muscles of my asshole and I want so badly to feel him inside me. I could cry I want it so damn badly.

Instead, he withdraws his finger and it feels like he’s taking my soul out with it. It feels like love leaving my body. I want seriously to break down.

“Get on all fours on the bed,” he barks.

“Yes, sir,” I say.

I’m padding eagerly to the bed where I see he’s laid out large pillows for my torso and a small pillow for my screams. I shiver and crawl up onto the high hotel bed. I am on my knees, leaning my ass back toward him, my hands and forearms are flat on the bed, like praying to Mecca .

I am a supplicant. I am begging for… what? What the fuck am I begging for? Love? Forgiveness? For the wickedness in my dark soul to be beaten out of me?

Smack! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! He’s using some kind of leather whip, thin and light, but deadly on my already stinging butt.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Fuck!” I scream at the pain and already I’m crying again.

“What did I say about cursing, boy?” he says, and reminds me by landing another two blows on my butt. God, god, god.

“Thank you, sir!” I bark. “Thank you, sir!”

He smacks my butt with the leather quirt again and again and again until I collapse onto the pillows with pain and howling and writhing and all I can think is Barbasol, Barbasol, Barbasol, but the words never leave my lips because I can feel it in me. I can feel the need to release all this. The need to let completely go of it.

The need to be mastered.

He tickles my butt with his fingertips. Immediately, my cries cease and I’m arching up into him.

I am gone. I am his.

“You are turning a nice shade of red, boy,” he said. “Very good.”

He switches to a hardwood paddle. Smack! Smack! Smack!

I have never felt such pain. All I’ve been through in my life. The gun barrel in my mouth. My father’s glare of disappointment. My brother’s rage. The aching burn of loneliness in the gut. All are nothing, nothing compared to the stinging pain as the hardwood paddle comes down, smacksmacksmacksmack, onto my ass. I’m weeping outright. Sobbing from someplace deeper than I ever imagined I could go.

The paddling stops. The room is so quiet. I can hear him breathing hard. I try to catch my breath. The skin on my ass is throbbing almost as much as my cock.

“Thank you, sir!” I say.

I feel him sit on the bed beside me, facing my feet. His torso moves across my lower back with one arm on the other side of my body. He’s facing my butt and I can feel his hand arching high up above it, ready to rain down the pain.

“Are you ready to submit, boy?” he says.

I squirm, trying to be brave. I am a strong bear daddy man reduced to quivering rubble. I have nothing to hold onto. I release it all.

I deserve all of it. I need all of it.

“Yes, sir!” I holler. “I am ready, sir!”

And he rains them down on me. Blow after blow after blow. And I yield to him. And I’m yielding to myself. And every blow is a blessing and every sting is salvation and I am so hard and hurting and I am nothing, nothing, nothing.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Beyond what I think I can endure and the word, the safe word is right at the edge of my tongue. And my heart is open and tender as a bird.

And the spanking stops.

I’m sucking in air. My face is covered in snot and tears. I feel him blowing his breath lightly on my butt. I nearly leap out of my skin. It’s as excruciating as cumming.

“I want to hear you say it,” he says. He lightly strokes my ass. I can’t believe how fuckin’ sensitive I am there. It takes barely anything there to get me so fucked up horny.

“Sir?” I say.

“I want you to say it,” he says. There is a tremble in his voice. He needs it as bad as I.

I take a deep breath. “I am your boy, sir.”

Smack!

“I am your boy, sir!”

Smack!

“Aw, god,” I writhe. “I am your boy, sir!”

I feel him leave me. He moves up onto the bed, laying down flat on his back. I look up and his arms are open wide. His shining eyes.

“Come here, boy,” he says.

And I go into his arms. And his kiss is like Christ and his body is like every desire I’ve ever known and I am completely, utterly, irrevocably… safe.

Barbasol. Barbasol. Barbasol.

Windowpane

2009-06-17T21:43:00.000-07:00

The motel alarm clock screams in square red numerals: 3:45. The rest is darkness, the crisp unfamiliar feel of motel bed sheets and the low hum of the air conditioner. Don’t know why I’m awake. Maybe that sexy dream I had, with the handsome cub in army fatigues, down in the bunker.

Damn. Wish I could go back to that one.

I pull back the bedcovers and sit up on the edge of the bed. My balls hang over the edge, the cool of the sheets smooth against my ballsack. My cock is soft and hooded up which surprises me considering that damn dream. I pinch my foreskin closed and pull on it some. Juicy. I scratch at my pubes a little, starin’ at the crack in the curtain which lets in just a sliver of soft night, maybe a street light or maybe the motel rooms across the small courtyard.

I stand up and soft pad over to the bathroom, lift the lid and piss a nice solid noisy stream. “Aww,” I sigh. Holdin’ my cock to aim gives it ideas of its own and pretty quick my cock is getting’ semi-hard and pushin’ against my foreskin, rollin’ it back.

The toilet flushes loud and someone in the room next to me coughs. I wash my hands and pad out into the room again. I’m rubbin’ my belly which is covered in manfur and starin’ at the dark space that is the motel mirror. I can barely make out my form: tall, big-bellied, big bear arms and legs. My hand moves up to my nipple and gives it a tug.

“Mmf,” I grunt. Feels good like fire.

I walk over to the curtain and part it some. The night is dark and my window is on the third floor overlooking a small courtyard and the other wing of the motel. My cock presses against the cool glass as it gets harder. The rooms in the other wing are all dark. Everyone’s asleep. Except me.

I pull back and lift my cock so it rides up against the glass. I press my belly and cock against the window and feel the sheer smooth cool against my skin. My cock likes the feeling and I feel blood start pounding into the shaft and it hardens and gets fuller. I rub against the glass a little, then step back. My cock leaves a smudge of precum on the window.

“Hot,” I murmur.

I look as best I can and see no lights on in any of the windows facing me. My cock throbs, knocking against the window with a dull thump, thump, thump. I flex it and it smacks against the glass and holds until I release it.

“Damn,” I say.

I move against the glass again. The window pane is so smooth and solid and cool, it’s like another man pressed against me. I spread my hips a little, moving my pelvis closer to the window. My balls rub into the glass and my cock, pressed between my belly and the glass, begins really humpin’ good.

“Fuck,” I say. My hands are pulling on the window sill to push my body even further against the glass as I hump the window pane.

“Fuckin’ A,” I say. “Ah god!”

Just then, across the way and one floor up, a light comes on in a room. Silhouetted there is a man, slender and medium-height.

“Oh, shit!” I say, backing up a step. There’s precum smudged all over the glass. Kind of goin’ cock crazy there, feelin’ the incredible humpy feelin’ and almost forgot where I was.

I look out at the silhouetted guy in the window across the way. Can’t make out too much because he’s backlit, but I can see he has strong knotty muscles in his shoulders and in his bulging arms and I can see his torso v’s into a slim waist and hard hips. And his balls hangin’ between his thick thighs. So the guy’s naked. I can also see that the guy has a shaved head, but I can’t make out his face well or if the guy can see me.

I step forward again between the curtains. Heft my hard cock up again and push it against the window and slowly fuck the glass.

“Aw,” I growl. The glass against the bottom of my cockshaft is so hard and it feels good to rub up against it. I look at the silhouette of the man in the window across the way. He doesn’t seem to see. His body doesn’t move but stands perfectly still, a strong solid mass of man backlit in a motel room window.

“Aw, fuck,” I say. I step back and pull my foreskin all the way back. I tug on my balls a little which like that a lot.

Suddenly the man presses his body against the glass. The light outside his room illuminates his body against the glass. Hard muscle, dusting of hair between his pecs, fat midsize cock pressed against his window. He does just as I did, rubbin’ his cock against the glass. His balls hang like a bulldog’s and slap silently against the window as he moves.

“Damn,” I whisper.

I step forward and press my belly and cock against the glass again. The guy doesn’t back off. He keeps humping the glass and for a moment I think of how crazy this is, two guys humpin’ their motel room windows where anyone could see at any moment or walk by and what the fuck then?

But this thought only makes me harder. I feel my ass twitch with the horniness of it. I’m loving the glass frotage almost as much as watchin’ this horny muscle guy jackin’ with his windowpane, but because of my belly, I’m not getting all the pressure I want out of it.

I take a half step back, making sure to stay between the curtains - just enough to wrap my fist around my cock and start jacking without smacking the window.

“Aw, god,” I cry.

I’m jackin’ my cock hard now. Jackin’ and watchin’ the guy below. He has put one of his feet up on something, a chair or something, and this gets his hips closer still so his body is completely pressed against the glass. His arms are spread wide and his biceps smash like boulders against the window, his hands splayed out flat. His cock is riding up and down like I’m watching him fuck an invisible ass and every now and then, his face comes close enough for me to see the high cheekbones, the dark eyebrows, the long lashes and the black moustache.

“Fuck,” I say. “I’m going to cum, buddy.”

My balls rise up against me and I feel my cock throb a hard throb and a shot of hot sticky cum shoots out and smacks right into the window.

“Aw, yeah!” I growl. “Fuck!”

Wave after wave of cum spurts out onto the glass where it drools slowly down. My heart is pounding loud with the orgasm and my breath is ragged. My hand slows down on my dick and I pinch the last drops of cum out onto my fingers.

The guy steps up his window fucking and suddenly without sound I see his mouth open wide and his white teeth like he’s shouting and a shot of cum streaks up the window almost to the top. More shots follow and his muscled abs smear the cum into the window in a big smeary mess.

I lick the cum off my fingers and look down at the guy. We stare for a moment just catchin’ our breath. After a moment, he waves and his light goes off. The room is plunged again into darkness.

I grab some tissues from the bathroom and wipe up the window. Doesn’t really clean up but at least the maid won’t have to deal with the whole sticky mess. When I’m finished, I look out. The other wing of the motel is dark and quiet again.

The clock reads 4:05.

A light goes on in a room across the way and one floor down. The silhouette of a tall black man is framed in the window. He’s lookin’ up at me and I can tell he’s jackin’ off something very big and meaty.

Damn. Maybe getting’ back to that dream can wait a while.

Hot Pastrami on Rye

2009-06-07T20:44:00.000-07:00

Nothing beats a hot pastrami on rye. A good mustard, some nice Swiss and a little heat. Nothing’s better. Well, nothing except maybe when a cute guy makes it for you.

“Thanks for stayin’ open for me,” I say, gnawing on the pastrami. “I know the deli closes at nine, but I was running late and I was hungry as a –“

“As a bear?” the guy says. He’s behind the deli counter wrapping huge chunks of meat in butcher paper and placing them neatly back in the refrigerated case. He pauses to smile a killer crooked smile at me before continuing with his work. I take another bite of sandwich and follow it with a swig of beer.

“Yeah,” I say. “Exactly.”

The guy’s kind of tall and thin, a planned-chaos shock of short brown hair on his head. He’s maybe twenty-five or so. His arms are thin and long and veiny and there’s some kind of blocky tattoo on his forearm. His butcher apron is colored with every color of juice and condiment imaginable, but his hands are clean and work with precision.

“Well,” he says, “in spite of all the warnings, I like to feed the bears.”

He wipes his hands on his apron. It pulls the fabric tight there and I can make out the outline of the beautiful body the butcher’s apron conceals: nice high chest, tight tummy and a nice crotch bulge.

“Especially the big bears,” he says.

Hungry and horny often go together with a big ol’ chubby bear like me. I must have been staring. I laugh at my obviousness.

“You like the big bears, huh?” I say. I pull up my sweater and rub my big hairy belly. “Lucky me,” I say, giving my belly a good slap.

The guy licks his lips. Then, his eyes on my belly, he pushes his meaty thumb against his bulge.

“Keep eating,” he says.

A note for all you beautiful aggressive horny chasers out there… us chubby guys thank you from the bottom of our big fat asses!

I pull my sweater up over my head and toss it on the chair next to me. My fingers rub my soft hairy tits a little, lingering over the nipples and pinching them a bit. My cock is starting to get a little hungry, too. I can feel it filling my underwear and throbbing against the cotton. The deli guy groans and his smile is bright and horned-up. I take my sandwich in both paws and bite fiercely into the meat and bread, grinning at him.

The guy walks from behind the counter and pulls down two big blinds to cover the storefront windows. His hand pauses at the door as he double-checks the lock. I chew slowly on my sandwich watching his every move.

I know he knows I’m watching him. His back is to me and he stops, slightly turning his head. His ass is high and tight and curvy in his jeans. He lifts the butcher apron up over his head and wads it into a ball, tossing it onto a nearby table. He then pulls his shirt up over his head, tossing it with the apron.

His back is a strong wedge of muscle and bone and his waist is trim and I see he has a high sleeve of tattoos on one arm and shoulder. The tattoos are colorful and powerful and my cock is bobbing in my pants from the beauty of this man.

I grunt my approval, take another deep slug of beer.

“And just what did you have in mind for payment, Mr. Deli Guy?” I say.

“Troy,” he says. He turns around and puts his hands behind his head, looking at the ceiling, like he’s thinking about it. Really he’s just showin’ off and gettin’ me as hard as he can.

His armpit hairs fan out all dusty brown fur and his chest muscles flex thick and high with sweet little brown nipples. He’s mostly smooth, but there’s a nice trail of hair cascading from his outie belly button down into his pants.

“Hmm,” he says. “Let me think about it.”

I laugh at the blatant attitude. “What a fuckin’ tease you are, Troy the Deli Guy,” I say.

He reaches into his jeans and, I presume, begins tugging on his cock.

“Tease?” he says, grinning. “Me?”

Now I got to tell you, the sight of this guy jackin’ it in his jeans has got me breathin’ real hard and my food is gettin’ long forgotten and all I can think is how much this guy’s making me hard as mahogany and how much I want him naked.

“You want the top bunk or the bottom,” I say. I mean, with this guy, it’s kind of hard to tell where he’s going with this.

“I like both bunks,” he says. “You okay with that?”

“Man after my own heart,” I say, pulling another bite of sandwich.

“Could be I am,” Troy says. “After your own heart.”

His face has gone a bit serious for a moment and he’s starin’ straight into my eyes and for this moment I can honestly say he’s the most beautiful sexy stud I’ve ever seen. Then he laughs and begins hummin’ a strip-tease song. He unzips his jeans inch by inch, raising his eyebrow, seeking approval.

“Take! It! Off!” I chant. “Take! It! Off!”

He laughs and slowly peels his jeans down.

He’s not wearing underwear. “How unsanitary,” I laugh.

“All the better to eat me with, my pretty,” he says in a high witchy cackle.

The first thing I notice when he drops his pants are his thighs, which are nice and massive and smooth as silk. But he has an enormous bush which vies for attention as well. The bush is light brown hair going in every direction. Beneath it is a gorgeous drooly cock, of a nice length and solid as a salami (sorry, food on the brain). His balls are two pink orbs (hard-boiled eggs) and either he’s real smooth or he shaves his sac.

“Very nice junk, Chaser Troy,” I say.

“I prefer Bear Wrangler Troy,” he says, scratchin’ out his bush and makin’ it stand up even thicker and more unruly. “Or you can call me, ‘Hey-Boy-Get-That-Beautiful-Naked-Body-Over-Here-And-Suck-My-Cock.’”

I laugh. “Your Indian name?” I ask.

I rub my crotch and listen to my heart fuckin’ pump in my chest.

“Native American,” he corrects me. I smile.

“Hey boy,” I say slowly, “get that beautiful naked body over here and suck my cock.”

He slouches his shoulders and gives me a muscle man pose. “Grr,” he growls. His shoulders bunch up high and hard and his chest is two slabs of butchered meat, his arms bulging with muscle and veins. He grunts, holding the pose. Then drops it and shrugs. “Whatever you want, Bear,” he says.

I like this guy’s sense of humor. I scoot my chair around so he has some access to me. He walks up between my knees and I can feel the heat of his body in front of me, but I do my best not to reach out for him. I get a feeling this guy kind of likes a bit of control. A lot of chasers do.

I look up into his eyes and he’s looking seriously horn-dazed.

“Big bear,” he whispers.

He takes his cockhead and rubs it into my chesthair. A slick of precum drools out onto the hair there. My head naturally nods down to taste his dick, but I stop myself, remembering what he said about suckin’ me.

“Want I should drop trou?” I ask. I’m kind of breathless myself, anticipating this sexy chaser and I getting’ some serious fuck time in.

“Drop ‘em if you got ‘em,” he says, stepping back.

I hastily kick off my shoes, unbutton and unzip, shifting my hips so I can slide my pants and underwear down and off. My cock is really angry at the long delay and is pumpin’ hard with little nods toward my stomach. I pull the skin back and precum slithers down my cockshaft.

When I look back up, Troy’s slowly jackin’ off, lookin’ at my body. He jacks off backhanded, with his hand on the topside of his cock and his cockhead coming in and out of his fist like an indecisive snake sliding out of a hole. I lean back a bit in the chair and begin rubbing my belly. Lifting up the soft fold of belly fat at my waist and rubbing the skin beneath. His fist moves a little faster.

“You do like ‘em big, don’t you, boy,” I say.

He nods quietly. The sound of his dick getting seriously whacked is the only sound in the room.

“Well, then get down here and show me,” I say.

Troy drops his cock and goes to his knees between my legs. His hands waste no time, moving straight to my belly.

“Ah, god,” he sighs, “I fuckin’ love this.”

He pushes against my belly and watches my flesh move up and around. He leans forward and licks the hair on my belly with a flat tongue. His licks send shivers up my body and my hand goes to the back of his head.

“Ah, yeah,” I say.

He kisses his way up my belly to my soft tits. Puts one into his mouth and softly mouths it with his wet tongue. Shocks of electricity move from my nipple to my dick and my cock throbs up and smacks into his chest. He kisses my neck and my shoulders.

“Fuck, Troy ,” I whisper. “You’re not just good at sandwiches.” He kisses my lips and I feel his tongue move into my mouth and he groans.

“Damn right,” he says, pulling back. “Give me a swig of that beer,” he says.

I hand him the bottle and he takes a slug and swallows. His adam’s apple bobs in his fine muscular neck and I see a trickle of sweat that I want to lick, but don’t have the chance.

“One more,” he says, and takes another slug of beer. But he doesn’t swallow. Instead he slowly squirts it out between his teeth and it spills out all over my belly. It’s cool and smooth and I rub my bear-soaked belly with my hand and I can see that he’s jacking off again. The beer runs down my belly and into my bush and balls. He’s licking up the beer from my belly and from my bush like a dog lapping up water. His hands are massaging my tits and it feels real nice.

“I’m gonna suck you now,” he says. “I want you to feed me that fat bear cock of yours.” His hazel eyes are nailed to me and I am melting on the inside. “And while I feed on your cock,” he says with a slow grin, “I want you to finish that sandwich.”

I can’t reach for that damn sandwich fast enough, taking the biggest goddamn bite I can muster.

His head drops and his mouth encircles my cockhead which is real engorged right now and very sensitive. He slurps on my cock noisily, his eyes up and watching my jaw move up and down on the sandwich. It’s kind of hard to breathe with the excellent cocksucking this guy’s doing, so I kind of have to chew with my mouth open which makes him groan and take more of my cock down his mouth and throat.

“Aw fuck,” I say. A crumb of bread falls onto my belly. His eyes close in ecstasy and his mouth begins pumping furiously on my cock.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” I say.

I dollop up a slab of mustard from the sandwich and smear it across my belly. The mustard stands up in the hair there and smells pungent and spicy. His eyes look crazed and he groans into my cock and it feels so good I think it won’t take much before I’m feedin’ him my own hot mustard.

“Suck that cock, Troy ,” I command. “Take it deep now.” He obeys.

I take some of the meat from the sandwich and wipe up the mustard on my belly, shoving it into my mouth, chewing loudly. He practically screams, sucking my cock like a crazy man. My cock is so hard sliding in and out of his wet slippery mouth and I can feel my balls tightening up for release.

“Gonna feed you my cum, boy,” I say between chews. “Gonna pop a big load for my bear wrangler.”

He’s suckin’ full force on my cock, taking it all the way down his throat and comin’ all the way off to the tip down and up and down and up and it’s wet and hot and I’m feelin’ the cum start to power up my shaft.

"Aw, fuck!" I holler, jammin' my dick down his throat.

And I’m cumming and cumming and he’s swallowing noisily and my lips are smacking the mustard off them and eating never felt so fucking good. After eight or nine good squirts of cum, he’s still slowly pumping his face on my cock, his hands rubbing my sticky belly.

I finally catch my breath and he slurps loudly with his lips as my cockhead falls from his mouth.

“That was tasty,” he says.

“No shit,” I say. “You are a very good cocksucker.” I paw through the hair on his head.

“Yeah,” he says, kissing my belly where the mustard was. “It’s all in the anticipation.”

“The amuse bouch,” I say.

We laugh, my belly rising and falling. He leans back and looks into my eyes. “Ready to take bottom bunk?” he asks.

He leans forward and licks my lips, tasting the meat and mustard there.

“You liked my deli meat,” he says, “you ready to try my cock meat?”

“Absolutely,” I say. “Come on, boy. Make my mouth water.”

Farmboy

2009-06-02T21:16:00.000-07:00

“Goddamn, Mikey,” I say between puffs on my cigar. “How many times you going to cum in that guy?”

Mikey grins that goofy grin I love him for and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know, bearman,” Mikey says. “I guess I’ll keep cummin in him ‘til he’s full.”

Mikey laughs, sweat’s rollin’ off his forehead. He’s banging Terry’s partner up the butt. Terry’s leaning back in his seat, getting his cock sucked by the partner, who’s getting his ass raped by Mikey. I’m just watchin’ for now.

I chuckle and take another puff on my cigar.

Four of us bears just hangin’ and bangin’ in the bathhouse common area – a clean, retro 60’s-style circular sunken seating area. I’m sittin’ here naked as the day Thor made me, suckin’ on my stogie and playin’ with my cock while I watch my friends go at it. Mike’s whalin’ away on Terry’s partner’s butt and I have no idea how that man can concentrate on sucking his partner’s cock with the ass pounding he’s getting. But then I could never really multitask well.

“Fuck,” Terry coos in that velvety manly bass of his. “Suck that cock, boy.” Terry’s a guy I just met about half an hour ago, he and his partner… what’s his name. Terry is a tall beefy black man in his mid-thirties. His hands are the size of manhole covers. He’s smooth, definitely a dedicated top and he’s a chubby chaser who has a challenging veiny purple cock and some amazing dangly balls.

His partner (damn, I can’ t remember his name for the life of me) is a bald guy, might be Arabic or something. Chubby, covered in thick black fur, dark sensuous fuck-me eyes. Nice upcurved cock bobbing back and forth while his butt’s fucked. His hands are always on some part of Terry’s body, but I learned a few minutes ago he don’t mind sharing. He takes Mike’s and Terry’s cocks like a trooper.

“You should get in on this, bearman,” Mikey says, humpin’ away. “You could fuck me and we could make a whole train of it.”

I exhale the spicy smoke of my cigar. “Patience, my friend,” I say to Mikey.

How do I describe my old friend and fuck buddy Mikey? He’s my age, late forties, short and barrel-chested with a devilish handsome bearded grin and a nice hard playful prick and did I mention the guy’s hairier than any gorilla ever was?

My cock is starting to recover from the excellent blowjob Terry’s partner gave me twenty, thirty minutes ago and it’s hard enough that I need to skin the foreskin back. There’s precum beading at the tip, mixin’ in with the dried cum from before and I squeeze the base of my cock just to feel the good horny feel of it. Maybe I should join in.

The sound of Mikey’s lubed and condomed cock sliding in and out of the guy’s hole and the slapping of his balls and the sucking noises of the partner’s mouth on Terry’s cock is really turning me on and I’m about to stand up and fuck Mikey when...

“Jesus, where’s that kid from? Iowa ?”

When Terry says this, of course, we all turn our heads to look. Even Terry’s partner – his mouth jammed full of Terry’s big ol’ cock – turns his eyes to see what we’re looking at.

Standing by the entry is some kid. Yeah, “kid” is pretty accurate. Can’t be much more than nineteen or twenty. Looks like he’s just walked in off the farm. Literally. He’s a tall drink of water with an open-faced innocent look. Blond hair, straight and unruly. Wearing a pair of bib overalls with no shirt beneath it, he has the kind of natural musculature you get from honest labor, as opposed to the strictly defined muscles bought at the gym.

His eyes are open wide, taking us all in. Real wide. Like fuckin’ dinner plates.

“Hey, Huck!” Mike shouts, never slowing his thrusting. “Huck Finn! Come over here and join us!”

Mike is not shy. The rest of us chuckle softly.

The kid’s eyes focus on Mike who grabs Terry’s partner’s butt and starts pullin’ his dick all the way out before thrusting back in and pulling it all the way out and thrusting in. Terry’s partner gasps arching his back, feeling the ecstatic stabbing of Mike’s meaty cock up his butt. Hell, it even impresses me.

“Whee!” Mike says, raising his hands like he’s on a fuckin’ roller coaster.

The kid swallows like his throat’s gone bone dry, but he stays frozen as a deer in the headlights. Poor kid. It’s obviously his first time in a bathhouse. Maybe his first time seeing a naked man fucking another naked man sucking another big ol’ naked man.

I lean forward and speak slowly and easily, like a man approaching a skittish horse.

“Don’t worry,” I say. “No one here’s going to hurt ya.”

The kid’s almost as tall as I am.. His skin is peachy smooth as… well, as a peach. The kid looks at me. Looks down at my cock. His boney adam’s apple rises and falls again.

“You look like my daddy,” the kid says. His voice is a baritone buzz and there’s a slightly, though not distinctly, Southern twinge to his accent. He has a killer smile.

“Well, son,” I say. “I bet your daddy never let you watch him play with his dick, now did he?”

A shiver runs up the length of the kid’s body. “No, sir,” he says. “I reckon not.” The crotch of his overalls are tented in a spectacular lump and I don’t mind tellin’ you, I’m startin’ to get my own woodpile goin’ as well, only mine is right out in the open, bobbin’ up and down like it’s making a judgement on what it’s seein’ and sayin’ yessiree this could be fun.

The other guys are chucklin’ at the kid and at my boner and I give them a dirty look. But they keep at what they’re doin’, showin’ the boy how it’s done.

“Come here, boy,” I say, pointing to the seat between me and Terry. He walks slowly down into the seating circle and steps up to the empty place between us. “You ain’t from arond here, are you?” I say, moving my arm slowly up the side of his torso. His skin is soft and my fingers find a nipple and circle it gently. He closes his eyes a moment.

“No sir,” he says. “I never...” His voice halts as I lightly pinch his nipple between my forefinger and thumb. His breath draws in. “They don’t have places like this back in Colorado.”

I chuckle. “Bet not,” Mikey says. He’s pulled his cock out of the guy’s butt and is slappin’ it against his asscheeks. The kid watches a moment before Mikey plunges his cock to the hilt again.

“How old are you, boy?” I ask, squinting up at him.

“Nineteen,” he says. “But I ain’t all that innocent.”

“Whoo whoo!” Terry says. He’s put his hands behind his head, showing the tight black curls in his armpits. His partner is setting up a steady rhythm now, sucking up and down the length of Terry’s prodigious cockshaft and I got to tell you I’m thoroughly impressed with how much cock that guy can stuff down his throat without gagging.

“I aint,” the kid says. He steps over to Mikey and kisses him right on the mouth. I can see tongues moving between them and lips wet and soft and the boy groans and goddamn it’s a pretty hot sight. Mikey stops pumping, distracted for a moment by this kid’s kiss, but he keeps his cock firmly up the guy’s butt. He reaches up and unhooks one of the straps of the boy’s bibs, It’s enough for the whole thing to slide off his shoulders and to the floor.

The kid pulls back and stands up straight. Looks square at me, almost defiant.

“Holy fuck,” Mikey says. Terry whistles and even Terry’s partner turns his eyes again to see.

And Mikey’s right. That ain’t no innocent farmboy’s dong. Maybe an innocent farm horse’s dong. It is white as ivory with thick blue veins down the length of the uncut shaft. The cockhead looks fresh as a pear and it is the longest, thickest meaty tube of meat I’ve seen in some time. I mean, bigger than Terry.

“I guess you aren’t all that innocent, are you, son,” I chuckle, setting my cigar beside me away from the action.

He smiles at me with a wicked farmboy grin. “I like it when you call me son,” he says. He steps forward and pushes my legs apart with his knees. Instinctively I grab for that huge piece of meat danglin’ in front of me. It’s not even fully hard yet.

“Damn, boy,” I laugh. “You got a lifetime of pleasure ahead of you.”

The other guys laugh.

“So let’s get started,” he says. He places his hands on my thighs as he kneels down between my legs. When he’s on his knees, he leans forward and our lips meet. He tastes like bubble gum. He smells like cut grass. My hands go around his muscular back and pull his body close to me. My cock presses up against his belly and oozes precum all over him.

“Goddamn, son,” I whisper, when he comes up for breath.

I feel him shiver beneath my hands. “Yes, Papa?” he says. The kid reaches out his hand and wraps his fist around my cockshaft. I take in a quick breath because goddamn I tell you it feels mighty good.

“It’s so soft,” he says, startled. This makes the guys laugh and the kid blushes a little. “Well, I mean, it’s hard, but it’s so soft, too.”

Damn, it could make your heart melt.

“It’s yours, son,” I said. “You take your time and do whatever you’d like.”

The kid leans down and licks the precum off the tip of my cock. The sensation of his tongue on the sensitive cockhead sends jolts of electricity up my spine and my cock throbs in his hand. He opens his mouth and I watch as he sinks his lips slowly down over my cockhead until all of it is in his wet, warm mouth and I feel his tongue moving beneath it, and I feel like I could explode it’s so fuckin’ good.

“Watch your teeth, son,” I say softly.

“Like a lollypop,” Terry’s partner says. I almost forgot they are there. Terry hasn’t moved, but his partner has turned around and is now squatting into Terry’s lap, Terry’s monster cock moving in and out of his butt. Terry’s partner is reaching forward, tweaking Mike’s nipples as Mike slaps his cock back and forth in the air, watching the kid and I.

The kid looks up at me and pulls off my dick. “Is that good?” he says.

“Like a pro,” I say.

He moves down again and slurps my cockhead into his mouth in one swift move. Makes me gasp.

“Use your saliva and moisten your way down,” Terry’s partner teaches from the side. I can hear the slap, slap of his ass going down on Terry’s cock and Terry is groaning a little. Sounds like Barry White when he groans. Terry’s eyes are closed and focusing on the cum that’s bound to be gettin’ ready to pop out him soon.

The kid sinks all the way down my cockshaft until his nose is pressed into my bush.

“Aw damn,” I growl. He pulls slowly back and then dives down again.

“Damn, bearman,” Mikey grunts. “That boy’s a natural.”

The kid is suckin’ my cock well now. Mikey has stepped up behind him to get a good view and he’s wankin’ on his cock, not like he wants to cum, but like he wants to keep that edge going. Terry’s partner is making little cries, feelin’ Terry’s cock slamming across his prostate. Terry’s partner’s cock is slapping up and down as he fucks himself on Terry’s pole.

“You gonna make me cum, boy,” I say. My hand is on the back of his neck, ‘cause it feels so good I want to cum in him and let him taste me. But the kid makes this protest sound and I take my hand away and he pulls off my cock which is really flowin’ with precum now.

“No,” he says. “I want to do what he was doing,” pointing to Terry’s partner.

“You mean, get fucked?” I say, kind of skeptical that this kid can do all this when just a second ago he was touching his first cock.

“Yeah,” he says. “While I suck him,” he adds, pointing back to Mikey.

I look up at Mikey who is grinning and shaking his head. “Ambitious little bastard, ain’t he?” Mikey says. “But I’m game if you are, bearman.”

I look down at the kid and take his chin into my hand. Such an innocent face. Such beautiful tadpole green eyes. “You can stop anytime you want, son,” I say. “You just tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” he says. He leans in and kisses me. “I trust you, papa,” he adds.

I stand and trade places with Mikey. Terry starts making these barking noises and his body is jerking up and back with his partner hollering, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” and we can tell Terry’s partner is gettin’ his butt filled with thick, hot cream.

I roll a condom down on my cock and squeeze a little lube from the bottle onto my cock and into my hands. The boy is already bent at the waist suckin’ on Mikey’s cock. Mikey’s eyes are squinted shut and his mouth is making an “o” shape and you can tell he’s in cocksucker heaven right now.

I slip a lubed up finger in the kid’s butt. He’s tight, but not too bad and I suspect that even if he’s never had a man’s cock up his butt, this farmboy has found other things to play with there.

“You ready, son?” I ask. He’s too deeply involved with Mikey’s cock and Mikey’s starting to let loose some animal-like noises of his own. From the corner of my eye, I see Terry deep tongue kissing his partner, each in each other’s arms. I touch my cock to the kid’s pucker and gently push. The head moves in. I feel the tight resistance and hear the boy come off Mikey’s cock long enough to draw some breath in.

“Relax, kid,” Mikey says, petting his hair. “Make like you’re shitting.”

I wait until I can feel he’s ready before sliding another inch or two in.

“Aw, papa!” he says.

I freeze. “Too much?” I say.

“It hurts,” he whispers. “But it’s so good.”

Mikey grins his bearded handsome grin. “Yeah,” he says. “Know that feeling.”

“More,” the kid says.

I hold onto the kid’s hips. His ass is so white and blushing with the blood rushing to that place and I slowly slide my cock deep into his butt and it feels like fire and it feels like heaven and I growl a long low growl as I feel my pubes hit asscheeks.

“Oh!” the kids says. “Oh! That’s what it is.”

Terry’s partner is jacking off now, completely attentive to Terry’s tongue which is fucking in and out of his partner’s mouth. His partner cums all over Terry’s rippling stomach.

I begin fucking the kid slowly. The kid groans and sinks his face back down on Mikey’s cockshaft. We find a rhythm, my cock in his ass, his mouth on Mikey’s cock. Mikey starts to seriously groan as the kid goes wild, fucking Mikey’s cock with his mouth and the sight of this is such a fuckin’ turn-on that I begin really bucking my hips into this kid’s butt and my cock is slamming down into this kid’s guts and it feels so fuckin’ hot.

“Goddamn, bearman,” Terry says. “Fuck that boy.”

“Damn, yeah,” I growl and fuck him in earnest. My cock is rock hard and smashing into this kid’s guts and I feel my balls jerking up, gettin’ ready to cum and I see that the kid has both fists on that donkey cock of his and is jacking it while sucking voraciously on Mikey’s cock.

This is too much.

“I’m going to shoot,” I say. Mikey yells first, though.

“Ah! Ah! God!” he shouts as he pumps load after load of Mikey jizz into the kid’s mouth. The kid’s kind of gagging a little and cum is running out his mouth and down Mikey’s shaft and no one cares and my cock says, that’s it and Bam! I’m shooting a wad of hot bear jizz in the condom deep up this kid’s butt and I shoot again and again and again and I don’t know when’s the last time it’s felt this good.

“Oh!” the kid says and his cock shoots out all over Mikey’s calves and shins and some even makes it up onto Mikey’s cock and balls and that boy’s cum is thick and ropey as only a young man’s cum can be.

I slap the kid lightly on the rump and pull my cock out of his butt.

“Goddamn, that was magnificent,” Terry says. He and his partner are arm in arm watchin’ Mikey and the kid and I, as we’re stooped and sitting, tryin’ to catch our breath, covered in cum and sweat and grinnin’ like a bunch of monkeys.

“You are a fine bottom, kid,” Mikey says. “You should be proud.”

I help the boy to a standing position. He wipes a wad of cum off his horse dick and shoves it in his mouth.

“A bottom?” he says. He looks up at me and smiles. “I ain’t no bottom. I’m a top.” He shakes his cock at Mikey who laughs and rolls his eyes.

“Good lord,” Terry says.

I laugh, putting my arm around the kid.

“Well, boys,” I say, “Looks like we’re all in for a long night.”

Weight Lifting

2009-05-22T21:07:00.000-07:00

Can’t take my eyes off the guy.

Especially when he lays back on the weight bench, his legs spread dangerously wide and shorts slack so I can see a good length up his thick, hairy thighs. The bulge of his crotch humps up promising. The plump roundness of his belly, of which a sliver of hairy flesh is showin’ where his shirt lifts up from the exertion. His chest strains with the effort and his handsome young face is moonish and dark-stubbled.

And his arms. Damn, his sexy arms all fleshy and ample, balling up from the push of the bench press weights. A mass of dark hair sweeps across his armpits.

I try to keep my eyes ahead as I pound out my time on the dreadmill, but the long mirror on the wall keeps tempting me back to the weightlifter as he goes through his paces. Occasionally, between sets he sits up and I try to look away before he catches me watchin’.

I haven’t been completely successful at that.

He’s maybe mid-thirties, kind of maybe Italian looking. He’s no muscle man, by any means, but you can see he’s been working on his body and there is muscle beneath the flesh. His hands are big and slabby and his fingers are very thick which makes me think of them in my mouth which makes my cock throb that much harder.

Shit!

He’s lookin’ straight at me as I’m starin’ at him through the mirror and our eyes catch. I smile and do an upward nod of the head. He does the same kind of nod, very non-committal. Then he chuckles to himself and lays back down to begin a new set of reps.

No harm, no foul.

But damn it! Now I’m walkin’ the treadmill with a boner and I ain’t wearing a jock because I didn’t bring one with me on this trip. I’m kind of flopping around a bit and I hope my balls don’t get all bunched up ‘cause that’s a bitch.

The guy is making these sexy loud grunting sounds as he pushes out his reps.

Damn, the gym gets me horny. Time to focus on the task at hand. I do my time on the treadmill and when I’m done, I risk another look, but the gym is empty. The guy must have left already.

Walkin’ toward the locker room, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My buzz-cut hair is brown with some grey taking over here and there. Brown and grey goatee. My arms are covered in a light brown fur. I rub my nice round belly and look at my thick, strong thighs. My bulge is misbehaving badly and I adjust it a bit lasciviously before carrying on.

In the locker room, I can hear the showers going as I step out of my shorts and sweaty briefs. I peel off my t-shirt and slap it down on the bench. Grab my towel and paddle over to the showers. The hotel gym showers are in one large tiled room, showerheads on each of the walls. I hang my towel up on a peg.

The guy’s in there showering.

His ass is magnificent. I’m just sayin’. Two beautiful soft round globes of flesh with a dark dusting of hair feathering down from his lower back into his butt crack. It’s accentuated by the water flowing down his broad back into the crack of his ass and my boner is way too conspicuous to even think of hiding.

He’s under one of the showers on the back wall, so no matter which shower I choose, I’m going to be right next to the guy on an angle.

I step on in and turn on a faucet. Duck under the warm water and soak my body down well, keeping my eyes to myself. The water flows down my chest, over my hairy belly and falls like a waterfall off my hard throbbing cock. I’m so obvious, there’s nothing I can do about it. The guy will either like it or not, but there’s no faking it.

I pull on the shower gel dispenser and smell the spicy, manly scent of the soap, The soap feels silky smooth on my skin and in my hair and I lean back and rub it into my chest, feeling the hair between my fingers and the warm water on my skin. I rub the soap down into the bush above my crotch and tug on the hair, feeling my cock bouncing in the warm water and my balls sudsing up beneath it.

Then his hand is on my shoulder.

I turn my head. He’s stepped up behind me. His right hand touches my right shoulder softly. Then he grips it hard. My cock responds to his hand on my shoulder. He bends his face forward and I feel his warm wet lips on my shoulder and he softly bites the hairy skin there.

“Aww,” I say, reaching my hand back to rest on his head.

His other hand reaches around slowly, lightly contacting the skin of my chest, until his fingertips rest on my nipple and begin a nice pressure pinch.

“Fuck,” I murmur, drawing breath between my teeth.

He reaches around me with both arms, his meaty hands flat on my chest. He pulls me against his body. My cock is throbbing and I’m afraid if I touch it I’ll cum quick, so I let the water run off it while he pulls me to him. He’s about the same height as I am and I feel the wiry hair of his belly against my lower back. His cock is sliding along my buttcrack and it feels hard and veiny and marvelous and exactly what I want.

He holds me tight against him, gently rocking in the warm water of the shower, his mouth kissing the muscles in my shoulders and neck. My hands move along his arms and his meaty hands as they hold me and play with my nipples. My nipples are electricity and my breath catches each time he pinches them.

I turn to face him. He has a smile like handsome snow.

“Hi,” he says quietly.

“Hi,” I say back.

My hand is on the back of his head and I look down. His cock is long and strong and smacks right against mine. Two hard men’s cocks fighting for supremacy. I pull his face to me and kiss him. He tastes like peppermint and he smells like the spicy shower gel. He groans in my mouth and his tongue moves in.

My hands run slowly up the muscles of his upper arms. When I touch his biceps, he pulls back and smiles, raises his arm and flexes his muscle. I smile and put both hands around his biceps admiring it. I growl as I squeeze the muscle there.

He grins at me. I lean in and place my open mouth on the bulge of his bicep muscle and begin licking the flesh there. He groans. His free hand moves to my cock and he pulls back the foreskin gently. The touch is jolting and I suck in my breath, feeling his heavy thick fingers on my cockshaft.

“Careful,” I say. He grips my cock hard and squeezes. It feels great and makes me groan, but it slows the feeling like I’m going to cum, too.

I pull his arm up and dive into the black wiry hair of his armpit. My tongue is an impatient dog licking and sucking in his manly tastes. He tugs on my cock and it makes me groan and dive harder into his armpit, licking with the flat of my tongue. The warm water cascades down the back of my neck and over his shoulders and my tongue moves to his nipples and I’m licking the stiff nubs there. His hands are moving up and down my back, massaging the muscle there and it feels so fuckin’ good I could scream.

Then he lifts me off his chest and kisses me again. His tongue is a strong muscle fucking my mouth. I suck on his tongue like it’s his cock and it makes him groan and dig it deeper in. When he pulls off, he looks me deep in the eyes a moment. Ice blue. Handsome smile.

And he drops to his knees.

He wastes no time as he sinks his open mouth all the way down the length of my cock.

“Aww!” I shout and it echoes a little in the shower room.

My hand is on his shoulders feeling the muscles buck as his head moves up and back slowly but firmly on my cockshaft. He moves back till his mouth is cupping my cockhead with his tongue playing wet and light on the bottom side of the sensitive glans. He rolls his tongue all around my cockhead, all the while keeping a tight suction with his cheeks and it feels fuckin’ incredible and I feel my balls churnin’ in their sack, just dyin’ to bust a load.

“Goddamn,” I murmur.

He dives down the shaft and pulls back, his mouth making suction sounds. He dives down and begins a steady pump. My fingertips feel the muscles on his shoulders as he blows me. My ass flexes, pushing my cock deep into his throat. His nose smacks into my bush and my balls are squished up onto his stubbled chin.

“Gonna cum,” I groan.

He places both his meaty hands on my ass cheeks and furiously fucks down on my cock with his mouth and I don’t even try to resist.

“Aw, fuck!” I shout.

I’m pumping my cock so deep down his throat by now and my balls tighten and bam! bam! I’m cumming so hard and so thick and I feel wad after wad of hot ropey cum exploding out my cock and into this guy’s mouth. He’s swallowing and swallowing, but it’s a damn big load and he’s working to get it all down. My cock plops out his mouth when it’s entirely spent and I feel the water dripping down the length of my softening shaft again.

I take a deep breath, close my eyes. Feel the water on the back of my neck, my cock throbbing down to semi-hard, dripping its last drops of cum out the tip. When I open my eyes again, I see he’s gone.

I soap up my crotch again and clean up real good. Rinse off and turn the water off. That was fuckin’ awesome. Too bad he didn’t stick around. I’d do anything for that guy.

Steppin’ out of the shower room, I reach for my towel. The soft cloth on my head and face feels good and I’m beginning to catch my breath again from that spectacular blowjob. The towel is draped over my head as I’m rubbing my cropped hair dry.

And his cock is on my ass. All condomed and lubed up. And his hand is on my belly invitingly.

I drop my towel to my neck and half-turn.

“Come on, man,” he says. I feel his warm breath on my shoulder blade. “Help me get in my cardio.”

Makes me smile. I place both hands flat on the wall and step back a little, arching my back.

“Dig it in, big guy” I growl.

I feel his beefy fingers pulling apart my ass cheeks and the cool wet lube applied to my asshole. And then his thick cock pushing, pushing into my tight pucker.

Damn. This guy’s bigger than I remembered.

I breathe deep and push with him and feel his slow steady fat cock slide into my butt.

“Holy fuck,” he says. He leans forward and bites my shoulder. Fuckin’ alpha dog claiming his mate.

And he begins fuckin’ my ass. At first it’s soft and slow and almost instantly I’m feeling my prostate touched right and my cock is hard as a rock again. His hard hands grip my hips and he full out fucks me, slamming his cock deep into my butt. I fight to keep my hands on the wall with the vigorous thrusts of this guy in his hot, deep rut.

My cock and balls are slapping around each time the guy thrusts and I reach one hand down and cup my balls, pushing my hard missile cock against my belly. My wrist pins my cock and kind of jacks it as he fucks my butt with ever increasing force. It feels incredible, my cock gettin’ jacked while he’s fuckin’ me hard.

“Gonna cum in you,” he says breathless, pounding me hard.

“Yeah, man,” I say. “Give it up.”

Suddenly he thrusts deep and it feels like my ass will split open and he grinds his hips back and forth against my butt and I feel his cock throbbing out his cum into the condom.

“Aw, fuck, fuck!” he hollers.

His cock throbs in my butt for a little bit and he pulls me tight against his chest.

“So good,” he says in a breathy voice. I feel his belly pushin’ into my back.

“I love it when a guy watches me lift,” he says. “Such a turn-on.”

His cock slowly slides out of my butt and it feels like aching need.

I turn around and look into his icy blue eyes. I kiss him deep and hard and my beard rubs against his stubble and his tongue flicks against the roof of my mouth and I can’t get enough of this guy.

“Room 821,” he says, when he pulls back. “I need to feel that admiration up my ass next.”

I smile, slap him on the hard spectacular ass.

Just what I had in mind.

Ranger to the Rescue

2009-05-19T17:52:00.000-07:00

I probably shouldn’t have taken my swim trunks off to soak in the river here. But it’s around dinner time and no one’s around, so I figure, what the hell? Besides these new swim trunks of mine really bind up my balls and who the hell needs that?

I’m soaking in the river just downstream of where the waters of Yellowstone ’s boiling hot thermal features dump into the icy snow melt of the river. The combined temperatures are fuckin’ perfection and one of the few safe (and legal) places to soak in the park.

My swim trunks are in a heap on the bank of the river within easy reach. I figured if someone comes over the hill toward the river I could just shuck ‘em back on so as not to give anyone a seizure.

The water bubbles up around my hairy balls and my cock sways like a happy log in the current. The stiffness in my arms and shoulders from driving to the park floats away in the warm clear waters and I’m in fuckin’ paradise. I move my arms in circles, feeling my shoulder muscles rise and fall. I feel the warm water swirl around my belly and through the small hairs on my ass.

I reach under the water to my cock, pull the foreskin back and feel the warmth caress my glans. The water moves against the sensitive skin there and my cock, obviously likin’ it, starts to thicken and the veins pop out on the length of the shaft. My hand instinctively grips my cock from the base and squeezes, slowly riding up and down.

Nothin’ like jackin’ it under water.

My hand moves up and down and my breath begins to catch in my chest. The sensation of my cock hard and throbbing in these slick warm mineral waters is great and I feel like a nice long slow pull would do my body some good.

“How’s the water?”

Fuck. I drop my cock and turn and there on the riverbank is a park ranger. Fuck. I scramble for my swim trunks, but in the process, they fall into the river.

“Shit!” I shout and scramble for them. But the current is swift here and my trunks are out of reach before I even have a chance to run after them. I’m yelling obscenities into the Yellowstone sky, standing stomach deep naked in a wild river about a quarter mile from my car. And I got a park ranger laughin’ his ass off at my predicament.

“Now there’s something you don’t see every day,” the ranger says, still laughing. His voice is a nice baritone, manly and musical.

The ranger is in his mid-thirties, short and round at the waist. Dark straight hair cut short. Hot mustache sloping down to his jawline. He’s dressed in the Park Service green and grey with a flat-brimmed hat that’s tossed back on his head, very unregulation-like. His hands are on his hips and his arms are pretty fuckin’ furry and his stomach is round and promising above a pouch that is anything but flat.

Men in uniform really get me hard.

“Kind of at a disadvantage here,” I say. I’m trying to cup my balls and cock in my hands for propriety’s sake, but that never really worked for me, especially with this hot chubby park ranger in front of me.

“I can see that,” the ranger says, laughing again. He has white teeth and thin red lips which you can’t help but stare at when he laughs. His mustache makes his round moon face very manly and kissable. His shirt buttons pull at his shirt where his belly fills it out. This guy’s fuckin’ hot.

My cock is startin’ to really like this situation, though I could really be in deep shit here. I mean, the guy is a fuckin’ officer of the law and probably straight as an arrow. I’m trying to keep my bits all contained in my hands but it’s not working well and like a naughty eel my cock’s slippin’ out and my balls like bad puppies follow.

“Quite a dilemma we got here,” the ranger says.

Fuckin’ think?

The ranger looks back over his shoulder. The sun is moving below the mountains and the summer evening air is beginning to feel cool. “Come up out of the water,” the ranger says. He’s pullin’ a ticket book from a spot on his belt loop.

Fuck. I begin walking toward the bank and my big ol’ hairy bear body comes drippin’ out of the warm river water. The tip of my cock is peekin’ out between my index and middle fingers and throbbin’ against the palm of one hand. The ranger is watching me the whole time I’m comin’ up, flippin’ through his ticket book without lookin’ at it. He looks back over his shoulder again.

“Put your hands up,” he says. But he says it kind of soft and breathy and I can see his uniform pants are startin’ to seriously tent out in front. Maybe I’m not in as much trouble as I think. I take a few steps toward him.

“Yes, officer,” I say. And I put my hands into the air, convict-style. He smiles at what he sees. He looks over his shoulder again and puts his ticket book back on his belt.

“Come closer,” he says. I move up the bank toward him. His eyes are green as the sagebrush and I can’t stop starin’ at that fuckin’ handlebar mustache, wondering how nice it’d be to chew on the ends of it. When I am belly to belly with him, I feel my cock press against his uniform. His breath is Wrigley’s gum and his hands rest on his round hips. On his chest is the arrowhead patch of the Park Service and a name badge that says “Rohner.”

“You here to manage the wildlife, Ranger Rohner?” I say all low and growly. He keeps his eyes on mine, but his hand reaches forward and grabs my cock. I gasp at the feel of his firm hand on my hard cock. He moves it slow and steady, as if he’s lookin’ to keep it hard but not wantin’ the geyser to actually erupt.

“You bad bears are always keeping us boys in uniform busy,” he says, smiling. I shiver. Some because of the ranger’s hand on my cock, but some because the air’s gettin’ cool and I’m startin’ to get goose bumps.

I move in to kiss him. Can you fuckin’ blame me? Look at that face. Those fuckin’ arms covered in fur and that spectacular belly hangin’ over his leather belt.

You ever kissed a man with a handlebar mustache? I really dig it. And this guy’s a fuckin’ good kisser at that. His tongue moves into my mouth and I taste the spearmint and my mouth opens, yielding to him. My cock is pressed right up against his pouch and he moves his hips forward and grinds his cock into mine.

“Seems to me the bears have got control of the park,” I say, coming up for breath. He growls in response. I take his hat off his head and toss it on a sagebrush nearby. He grabs the back of my head and starts kissing me hard. My cock throbs against him. My arms go around his bulky body.
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He moves down my neck, kissing all the way. My hand rests on the back of his head.

“Great chest, bear,” he says. His mouth opens wide and his warm wet lips are eating my large soft hairy tit like it’s soft ice cream and shots of electricity shoot from my nipples to my cock. I’m leakin’ precum all over the grass and without taking his lips from my chest, reaches down and hefts my balls in one of his paws. He bounces them in his palm like he’s tryin’ to figure out how much they weigh, which is a lot ‘cause like I said, my balls are pretty big and full and hairy.

“Great balls, bear,” he says. He smiles up at me, before closing his eyes again and moving down my belly with his tongue. I growl, ‘cause it seems obvious to me that this is gonna be a really good vacation.

The ranger goes to his knees in front of me. His face nuzzles into my belly, licking the soft fur and pushing my cock around with his face. It is so hot watching this ranger pushing my cock and balls with his mustache and feeling his tongue licking every surface it came across. My hands are kneading his soft shoulders while his face pushes into my flesh. I’m so fuckin’ horny I’m gonna pop unless he gets to chowin’ down soon.

“Aw, sir,” I say all whispery, “You gotta suck my bear cock now.”

He licks up the underside of my cock with the flat of my tongue sending shivers up my body. He points his tongue and shoves the tip of it into the opening of my foreskin. The precum oozes out and he laps it into his mouth. My cock is rock hard and will take more than a clever tongue to shuck the foreskin back. I reach down to do it, but he smacks my hand away. He reaches up and softly, gently, too fuckin’ slowly pulls the skin back until my cockhead is exposed. Then his lips go around it like a lollypop.

“Aww,” I growl. My hand pushes against the back of his head and he slides right down onto my cock until my pubes are in his nose. A breeze whips up and licks cool at my nipples and this ranger is suckin’ deep on my cock and this has got to be heaven on earth.

“Come on, cocksucker,” I say. “This bear’s wantin’ you bad.” The ranger mmm’s into my cockflesh and I shudder at how good it feels.

“Goddamn it, suck me now!” I command. And the ranger complies. His head begins bobbing in a steady rhythm and I feel my balls churnin’ with the power of my pent-up cum and his slick hot wet steady mouth pumping up and down my cockshaft.

His hand grabs my ballsack by its base and begins gently tugging. This makes me crazy.

“Fuck yeah,” I say. “Oh fuck, yank on my nuts, man. Aw, feels so good.”

This seems to turn him on because he’s moving like a wet fuckin’ jackhammer up and down my throbbing, out of control cock and his one hand is pullin’ my nuts and the other’s buried in his uniform pants and he’s obviously jackin’ himself in rhythm to his cocksucking. His handlebar mustache rides my cock like a fuckin’ pony.

He pulls off my cock for a moment, which comes plopping out of his mouth like a river otter. His mouth opens wide and envelopes my balls in wet warm pleasure and I groan with the good of it. I feel his tongue slathering my balls up and my balls are rumbling with cum.

“That’s good, officer,” I whisper. “Lather them up.”

A hawk screeches into the evening night. The ranger moves back down my cock, sliding with full force like he’s the most expert cocksucker I’ve ever experienced. My cock is ready for it. My hands move to the back of his head. He’s pumpin’ in earnest now, my cock fully disappearing down his throat. His handlebar smacking against my pubes.

I feel the cum rising up from my balls. “Pull off,” I say, “I’m gonna cum.”

He doesn’t pull off. My balls are screaming, pulling up tight. “I’m gonna cum,” I say again, patting his shoulder. He hums ascent into my cock and keeps his wet mouth in motion.

And I fuckin’ erupt. Stream after stream of hot bear cum slams down his throat and I feel him swallowing and swallowing trying to keep up, but my hands stay on the back of his head and I’m thrusting now, face fucking the last of my cum deep into his big ranger throat.

When I’m done, I sigh and pull off. He looks a bit dazed, but he’s smiling. Cum is drooling out the side of his mouth. I lean over and lick it up, kissing him deep. The musky taste of my own cum makes me wild.

“You’re quite the obedient ranger,” I say.

“And you’re quite the naked bear,” he says.

Oh shit, I kinda forgot. The breeze licks my nips again and I shiver.

“You better come with me,” he says. “I’ll take you in my patrol car back to your hotel. Or, if you’d like…”

His voice trails off as his tongue laps at the tip of my cock again. His hand is at the buttons of his shirt and he’s pulling his shirt off. “Get in the river,” he says. “Let’s see what other mischief this bear can get himself into.”

I move down the bank toward the river. Turn to make sure he’s checkin’ out my ass (he is) and dive in. The water is warm and smooth against my skin. When I resurface, the ranger has his shirt off. Nice puffy mounds for tits nicely dusted with hair, nice round belly. He’s going for his belt buckle and kickin’ off his shoes.

Yellowstone has never looked sweeter.

Out of Gas

2009-04-10T20:58:00.000-07:00

Goddamn old pickup guzzles gas and the fuel gauge hasn’t worked in months and so here I am at the side of this godforsaken desert road just after noon and to make it worse, I’m hungry as hell. I’m pacin’ back and forth with my black boots clompin’ the asphalt. Every now and then I stop to kick the tire of my beat-up Chevy pickup, effecting little but a cloud of dust.

“Fuckin’ worthless hunk of shit!” I yell and the flat desert countryside and the distant dry mountains don’t argue. Just a long blue line in either direction, an empty sea of cactus and sagebrush and the next gas station at least twenty, thirty miles away. Might be here a while.

I scratch at the crotch of my jeans, mostly ‘cause I got an itch, but a little because, hell if I got nothin’ better to do, might as well see what the ol’ cock is up for. My cock definitely likes the friction. I rub on my cock a bit through my jeans, leanin’ against the side of my Chevy. I feel the hard movin’ down the shaft and my cockhead starts to engorge.

Hey, if you never jacked off on the side of the road, don’t knock it. Makes you cum as hard as Kerouac on a thirsty day.

“Mmff,” I grunt.

Look up and down the road. Nothin’.

I unbutton and unzip my jeans. No undies today. I’m wearin’ my black braided leather suspenders, so my jeans stay up and I can just pull my cock and balls out the opening and lay ‘em on top of my jeans. My balls are big and full and the sac is covered in unruly fur and I scratch on ‘em for a moment, feelin’ the sun on my balls and face. But my cock wants attention and so my fist wraps nice and tight around the shaft and I start slow pumpin’.

“Aw,” I growl.

Almost makes runnin’ out of gas a good thing.

I pinch one tit as I’m slow jackin’ and christ it feels good. My jackin’ picks up speed as the precum begins beading out the tip of my uncut dick. My breath is comin’ up hard and fast and I feel the great urge in my cock that says it’s good.

I guess I’m pretty into it, my fist smashing down to the root of my cock and squeezin’ hard before sliding back to the tip, spillin’ foreskin and precum over my fingers, all gooey, sticky and warm.

This would explain why I hear first, rather than see, the motorcycle comin’ my way.

“Shit!” I say.

As good as this feels, gettin’ a steak and a can of gas is more important than losing a potential ride, so I stuff my junk back into my pants. The motorcycle roars with each down throttle of its gears and I am just buttoning up when the biker pulls up beside me.

The biker? He’s some beefy, long mustached, barell-chested fuck with leather chaps and black leather fringed coat. He’s got dark sunglasses so I can’t see his eyes and a big red bandana on his head, though a long dark ponytail hangs out the back of it. Can’t help it, being in my just-jackin’ condition, to steal a glance at his crotch which is sufficiently full and bulges from his biker chaps like Mount fuckin’ Rushmore.

He puts one boot out to steady his bike on the stand-still so we can jaw. He’s riding a massive black hunk of metal and noise, a raging hard-on of a bike called a Beull XB12R and if you know anything about bikes you’ll know this one’s all butch and business and won’t mind ridin’ over your dead body should you get in its way. Fuckin’ makes my balls jump feelin’ that kind of aggressive power.

The biker stares silently at me.

“I’m out of gas,” I say, more sheepishly than I want, but hell the guy is kind of intimidating and can you blame me much? “I need a ride to the nearest town.”

The biker stares at me another moment, but because of the dark sunglasses I can’t make out nothin’ about what he’s thinking. My boner’s got to be really tenting my jeans out and it’s no use hidin’ it. He’s got to know I’m horny from the bulge in my pants or just from the way I keep glancin’ down at his Mount Rushmore bulge.

So what the fuck, you only live once, right?

I hitch my thumb in my pants pocket and cup my crotch a little. “Got no gas and got no grass,” I say and I squeeze my crotch a little.

I think I see the slightest upturn at the edge of the guy’s mouth.

“Get on,” he growls.

“Thanks,” I say.

I swing my leg over the bike’s butt and as I do, I notice the big precum stain on my jeans. Guess I was busted before I did my little cup and squeeze. The biker revs up the motor, almost splitting my eardrums with the nasty growl of the bike. The guy glances behind him to see I’m on okay, then kicks it in. Next thing I know we’re toolin’ down the road with the warm desert wind in my face and my ass bouncing on the back of the Buell. The biker’s shoulders are wide and his waist is thin and I want so bad to reach around and grab him, but I won’t do that without an invitation.

Anyone who knows a Buell XB12 will know that although there’s a decent place to sit behind the rider, it’s not the Taj Majal and the bitch (which in this case would be me) rides a little higher than the rider, so my crotch is kind of pressed up against the biker’s lower back and my legs are pressed in close to his waist.

He’s got to feel my boner throbbing against him here. And the way a Buell shakes and groans, my boner will only get harder and more pressed against his upper ass cheeks, so I can’t be hidin’ much.

We hit a small bump and his back presses into my belly. And he stays there, pressed against me. He is solid muscle and the leather against my belly is firm but supple and I press back into him gently. The biker takes one hand off the bar and reaches back, rubbin’ the inside of my thigh. Fuck the electricity that runs up my leg through my crotch to my chest is unbelievable and I reach my arm around his chest and hold him tight to me.

The engine roars and we are flying and the feeling of this solid man’s fucky chest on my fingertips and his hand rubbin’ my thigh and tryin’ like hell to get further toward my crotch... it’s incredible and my hand around his chest slips into his shirt between the buttons and I feel solid smooth muscle and bone. My cock is throbbin’ in my jeans and startin’ to kind of pinch and I push it harder into the biker’s lower back. My hand finds his nipple which is as hard as the Devil’s Tower and I’m rubbin’ it and I feel a shiver run up the guy’s back. I feel him breathing beneath my hand and for some reason that really turns me on.

The bike roars and we move on. The guy puts his hand back on the bar and my thigh aches where he touched me there. I take my hand out of his shirt and move it down to cup his crotch. God, he’s so hard. I can feel the steely outline of his nice cock and the soft globes of his balls through the denim there. My fingertips begin running firm and hard up and down the form of his cock and the biker shudders again.

When the bike wobbles a time or two, I feel his body shift and the throttle begins shifting down, the bike slowing down. Ahead, just on the edge of vision is the desert blur of a small town. We stop at the side of the road and he puts his foot out to steady the bike. Suddenly the engine cuts and the silence is almost louder than the bike.

We sit a second there in the silence. I’m still rubbin’ his cock.

“Get off,” the biker growls.

What the fuck? He started it, rubbin’ on my thigh like that.

I sigh a big sigh and swing my leg off and stand at the side of the road. God, now I’m horny and hungry. The guy stands up and swings his leg off the bike, kicks out the kickstand and loads the bike upright. Walks around the back of the bike toward me. His crotch is huge from my rubbin’ it, but he still has on those sunglasses so I can’t tell what his eyes are tryin’ to say.

“The fuck, dude?” I say, tryin’ to sound as grumpy and menacing as I can. But the guy is a bit taller than me and if you know me at all you’ll know that’s pretty tall, since I’m 6’ 4”. The guy saunters right up to me, practically nose to nose. He’s breathin’ hard through his nose like a pissed off bull.

His hand cups my crotch and he leans in and his mouth meets mine, his mustache fuckin’ my beard. And he tastes like coffee and and man and hot desert wind and his tongue is moving down my throat and I’m groanin’ with the pure lust of it.

His hands are on my shoulders and I feel my leather suspenders pulled down off my shoulders. I don’t stop kissin’ him because this horny bastard’s pretty good at it and who’d want to stop? I feel his hands unbuttoning my pants and my boner’s startin’ to slide out all high and mighty like it owns the world and soon my pants are at my boot tops and I’m naked from the waistdown, my cock beating up against the guy’s crotch.

I pull back to catch my breath and to watch the guy unbutton and unzip his pants. Like I said, he’s wearing chaps so I only get the crotch glimpse of what’s goin’ on and when he finally gets his pants open, the sweetest hardest curved-to-the-right cock and tight crumply ballsac I ever did see has come out to join me. His cock ain’t huge, but it is quite sufficient and the bend in it looks like it could do some nice damage.

My hands are all on that cock in no time and his leather-gloved hands are on mine and we are givin’ each other some hot mutual jackin’. The leather-gloved hand on my cock sends waves of fuck lust through me instantly and I’m groanin’ with the guy’s tongue down my throat and it’s hard to concentrate on his handjob with how good my own cock’s feelin’. Throws my rhythm off.

In a moment, I feel the fuck lust rising and it’s far too late to stop it and I gasp and say, “Fuck, I’m cummin’, man,” and the biker takes a step back and whacks my cock harder and fuck there it is! Wave after wave of hot cum flies up and out my cock in loopy swirls fallin’ through the desert air.

“Aww, fuuuck,” I groan. The image of my face in full orgasm reflected in his dark sunglasses makes me cum even harder.

When the last of my cum’s dribbled out and the guy’s licked the excess off his leather glove, he grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me against the bike face down

Now, anyone who knows me knows I don’t get fucked much. I mean I ain’t cherry or nothin’ but I usually am the fucker, not the fuckee. But hell this guy’s been good to me and after all I have no grass or gas, so...

I feel his cockhead nuzzlin’ against my ass.

“Wait,” I say, reachin’ into my pocket, pulling out a condom and a packet of lube. While I’m bent over getting these out of my pocket, his fingers are rubbin’ up and down my ass crack and as tempting as it all is, I don’t ride without protection.

“Put it on, stud,” I say, “or this tight hot hole ain’t for you to ride.”

I hear him rippin’ into it and I lay back down on my belly on the bike seat. Look up and down the road to make sure, but no one’s in sight. After a moment, I feel his lubed up, sheathed fat curvy cock pressin’ against my tight hole.

Fuck. It’s been a while.

I breathe deep and rub my hands over the smooth metal body of the Buell to distract the pain in my asshole. I relax and push to pull his cock in. Breathe in and feel that hard tube slippin’ in slow and steady. The biker is groaning.

“Tight,” he grunts. “Tight.”

His hand is flat on the middle of my back and his other hand is on my hip, pullin’ me deeper onto his cock. I feel his cock move into me and I’m breathin’ deep to take it all and it burns, but fuck it feels good too and there’s something about the metal of the Buell and the hard of his biker cock and his hand pressin’ down on my back that makes my cock stir with renewed life.

Soon I feel his balls against my ass cheeks, high and tight and full, and he begins fuckin’ my ass with quick shallow strokes, like he’s already close and could cum easily and it feels so fucking good and I’m startin’ to really groan now. His cock jabs in and out of my tight ass and I feel like screaming with the good of it.

“Aw, shit,” I hear myself say, “fuck my tight man pussy, fucker.” Because I swear butch top that I usually am, at this moment, I’m this hot biker’s bitch and I’m going to let him know how good it is too.

The biker grunts and keeps fuckin’ my ass and my prostate is gettin’ rubbed real nice and I’m getting hard and into it, thrusting my hips back to every thrust of his. We’re fuckin’ like two jackrabbits in heat and he’s shouting little shouts as he thrusts and it’s so hot I feel like I could cum again.

“Here you go,” he says in my ear. “Aww!”

And I feel his cock jerk and jerk as his cum fills the sheath and I’m in fuck heaven feelin’ this guy unloading his lust deep up my ass.

“Aww, Christ,” he says, “so good.”

He collapses against my back and for a moment I’m a Buell and Biker sandwich. We’re both breathing hard and my cock is throbbing against the metal of the machine.

After a moment of stillness, he slowly pulls out his cock and tosses the rubber into a sagebrush. The feeling of his curved cock leavin’ my ass is a little like love and a little like heartbreak, but I take even that like a man and bend down to pull up my pants and suspenders. The slick sensation between my ass cheeks from the lube and the sex is hot.

“Well, fucker,” the biker growls in that low sexy voice. “Got my ass. Now it’s time to get you gas.”

He hops onto his Buell and revs up the motor. I slide in behind him, leaning my hard crotch against his gnarly biker ass. But, damn, I’m still hungry as a bear.

Black Escalade 2: What JJ Didn't Know

2009-03-25T20:26:00.000-07:00

Abbaad Johnson's bedroom is everything you would expect a wildly successful football player's bedroom to be: huge and masculine, with a massive bed front and center. Abbaad spreads his massive black arms wide as if to say, "Impressive, isn't it?" but he doesn't actually say it. I nod my head, showing my appreciation.

Of course the real test is not how good the bedroom looks, but how well it's used.

Abbaad slumps into a large antique leather overstuffed chair the color of old bomber jackets. JJ, his huge black muscle stud driver, who still must be slick between the ass cheeks from the fuckin' I just gave him, kneels down before Abbaad and begins removing his boss's shoes.

"Have a seat," Abbaad says in his tenor voice. "Mi casa..." His voice trails off because I have been removing my shirt slowly, staring right into his eyes. Abbaad sucks his lower lip into his mouth, his tongue licking, licking. When my shirt's off, I toss it onto a sofa in front of a huge picture window overlooking the lights of the city, just illuminating in the dusk.

I raise my hands and lock them behind my head, my feet spread wide. Abbaad stares at my armpits. His hand is rubbing his crotch, which has begun really tenting in his pants. JJ stands and begins to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" I ask. JJ stops and glowers at me.

"I want us to be alone-" Abbaad starts.

"No," I say. My hand goes to my crotch and I heft my package a time or two. Abbaad and JJ's eyes are glued there. "JJ stays. I have plans for him." JJ's face goes very hostile. He walks right up to me, his face only inches away. I don't flinch.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" he growls like a bulldog. "Mr. Johnson's in charge here. Not you."

I stare into his brown eyes like I'm the meanest motherfucker in town. The corner of my lip curls up in a sneer. There is fire in JJ's eyes like he really wants to hit me.

"No," I say, calmly. "Mr. Johnson is not in charge here. I am in charge here." There is a flicker in JJ's eyes which he is probably kicking himself right now for letting me see. It is a flicker of desire. A licker of lust.

"Now get undressed," I command.

"Listen, asshole-" he barks.

"Get undressed!" I roar back.

JJ screws up his mouth a little like he's gritting his teeth. He turns to Abbaad who is smiling the biggest, horniest smile a man can. He nods his head at JJ, all the while kneading his crotch with his huge, fat football player hands.

JJ turns back to me. He doesn't back off at all, but pulls his tight black t-shirt up over his head. His chest is so black Nubian beautiful blue and as massive as I've ever seen and instantly my hands are there. I am rubbing his pec muscles in slow circles, my fingers lingering over his nipples which are beginning to jut out like towers. He grunts so softly I'm not even sure Abbaad can hear it. He is staring into my eyes and I swear to Christ he has a look of wild power, almost like he's not sure whether to beat me or fuck me, but whatever he does it's going to be hard and relentless.

"You fuckin' watchin' this, Johnson?" I say. Abbaad has his cock out. Abbaad's cock is fucking massive. Very thick, hell, I'd probably have a hard time getting my mouth wide enough and I'm pretty good at opening my mouth for cock. It is long too and the color of eggplants with a hard dark pink head. He could use two hands if he wanted, but he's only using one. His left. Overhand. He's slowly stroking it, his eyes glued to JJ and me. His goose egg balls in their brown and grey ballsack are rising and falling with each stroke.

"I'm watching," he says in a dreamy voice.

I pinch one of JJ's nipples. He trembles slightly but doesn't buckle. Barely moves. I pinch it harder. His mouth opens slightly and he takes a quick intake of breath. I lean in and kiss him. His full soft lips open wide and his tongue invades my mouth and mine goes out to meet his. I feel his muscled arms surround my shoulders and pull me to him, crushing me against his rock hard chest.

Abbaad groans from the bomber leather chair. His cock rock hard in his hand.

When we've kissed ourselves dizzy, I pull off JJ. He is panting, out of breath with lust. So am I. I put both hands back on his chest and my tongue goes between his pecs. I lick the tight curls of black hair there, like a dog licking his balls. JJ's meaty hand goes behind my head, pressing me into it. He's being rough, but considering what I've done to him, I guess he's allowed.

I slide to my knees, my tongue all the while tracing a hot wet line from his pecs to his solar plexus, across his rippling hard abs to his hot outie belly button, to the treasure trail of black curly circled pubes leading to the top of his black jeans and his enormous package. On my knees in front of this massive man, I tremble a little myself, but quickly regain my composure.

My hands pull his jeans open fast, almost catching the zipper in my haste. I grab his pants and underwear and yank them to the floor. His cock, so long and hard and straight, comes out and smacks me across the face. I try to catch it with my open mouth, but fail. Emboldened, JJ grabs his cock and smacks me in the face with it. I hear Abbaad gasp, "Oh my God!"

I smile a thin, crooked evil grin. "Slap me again with your rod, big man," I say. JJ takes his anger out on my face. He beats me with his long, rubbery cock. His cock smacks my forehead, smacks my cheek, smacks my lip. I got to tell you, it does hurt a little, getting smacked around by a big hard cock, but I'm so fucking turned on right now, I don't want to stop him and it's not long before his cock is slathering precum on my face, covering it with sticky, salty man slime.

When JJ's got that out of his system, I grab him by the balls, wrapping my fist around his nutsack and pulling down on it. "Ungh," he grunts. One of his hands is on the back of my head; the other is twisting one of his nipples.

"You still watching, Johnson?" I say. Abbaad is watching, but he's lost in the pleasure of his full-throttle jacking off. His pants are on the floor and his shirt is wide open and his cock is thwack thwack thwacking in his fist. "Yes," Abbaad says breathlessly, "You're in charge."

I swallow hard once or twice. Yawn wide. Lick my lips. And dive down onto JJ's cock, swallowing it all the way to the hilt. His long engorged cock goes all the way down my throat. Hell, it feels like it's in my stomach and it takes everything I've got, every bit of experience, not to gag and pull off.

"Fuck!" JJ hollers, throwing his head back and grabbing my head with both hands.

"Oh my God!" Abbaad groans.

I suck JJ's cock with all the suction and power and desire I got and I can feel JJ's legs tremble and I'm pulling on his ballsack to increase the pleasure and the horniness of it. When I need oxygen, I pull back to the tip of his cock, mouthing it like a massive sucker, breathing as deep as I can, before lunging back down again.

"Aw, shit!" Abbaad groans. He's about to cum. He's thrashing about in the leather bomber overstuffed chair, sweat pouring off his broad football player's chest, his enormous arms wildly whacking his huge goddamn cock and as thick as it is, his cock is flipping back and forth, flinging precum all over the chair and his thighs and his rock-hard stomach.

The sight is fucking awesome. I could cum just watchin' him pleasure himself, I swear to Christ, it is so fucking hot. Instead, I slowly pull off JJ's cock, squeezing it firmly in my fist to keep him from jacking or cumming. We both watch Abbaad jacking off. JJ's licking his lips, his cock beating and beating in my fist. His eyes are glued to Abbaad.

"Shoot, sir," he says soft and low as an earthquake. "Shoot it... for me, sir."

And Abbaad's cock jerks and he shouts and cum shoots and shoots up, God it must be three feet into the air. He is shouting from the pure fuck feeling of it and JJ is mindlessly stroking my head and cooing as he watches Abbaad cum and cum and cum.

I stand up off my knees and put my arm around JJ, feeling the heat of his torso against my armpit and arm. When Abbaad is done hollering and there is cum streaming in thick lava flows down his throbbing cockshaft and the cum is pooling all over his lap, I go to my belt buckle and begin unbuckling.

"Now JJ," I say, "it's time to give Abbaad Johnson what it is he really wants." I drop my pants to the floor, kicking out of my shoes and pants and letting them lay where they fall. "Get him on the bed, JJ."

JJ moves in pure masculine form toward Abbaad. He is beautiful. Graceful, dark black muscle and his cock swaying whenever he moves. He helps Abbaad out of the chair and helps him out of the last of his clothes. Abbaad stumbles toward the bed with JJ guiding him.

"On your knees, Johnson," I bark.

Abbaad stops a moment and looks at me. His eyes are sparkling. "What are you going to do to me?" he whines, but he doesn't mean it. It's the game we're playing. The game where the hunter gets hunted and the tables are turned on the big famous pampered football player and suddenly he becomes the cockwhore slut he's always longed to be. He may have never known it's what he really wanted, until this very moment.

"On your fucking knees!" I order. I walk over and shove him on his back. He falls onto the bed, not really because I have the power to move this mountain of a man, but because he's horny, so much hornier than he's ever been and he's willing to go wherever I order him. He climbs onto his hands and knees at the edge of the bed, his ass spread wide and dark and full of musky horny promise. His balls dangle between his thighs like a stallion's and my cock is so hard, throbbing before this beautiful man's hard muscled ass, I can barely control myself.

"JJ!" I command. "Johnson will finish what I started."

JJ's face drops, like he's shocked by the suggestion. "I- I-" he stammers. "Mr. Johnson is in charge. I- He is always the one-"

I walk up to him and grab his cock in my fist, squeezing it tight. JJ's eyes close and he groans out loud. "He's always wanted it," I whisper to him. "He's always wanted you."

JJ's eyes fly open; they are on fire. A light has gone off in his head, something Jj has never seen till this moment. Lust is arcing off his face as he turns and moves around to the head of the bed. He kneels on the bed in front of Abbaad, his hard, long cock just inches from Abbaad's face.

"Is it true, sir?" JJ says. "Did you always want me to... to be in charge?"

Abbaad looks up at JJ. "Yeah, dawg," he whispers. "I've wanted it for so long." He licks his lips, staring at JJ's cock throbbing in front of him. "For so long... sir!"

And Abbaad plunges his mouth down JJ's colossal cockshaft. JJ howls and puts his hand between Abbaad's shoulder blades. He begin bed. The sight's too much and I feel my balls rise and my cum shoots and shoots out my cock into the sheath high up Abbaad's tight hot chute.

"Whoa, shit!" I holler.

Abbaad is quaking, trying to contain the pure rush of its firm hip thrusts into Abbaad's gaping mouth. Abbaad does a heroic job, slurping and sucking on that raging hardon attacking his face.

By this time, I've rolled a condom down my beating cock and lubed it up all slick and ready. I place a hand on Abbaad's lower back. My cockhead nuzzles up between his ass cheeks, right up to his pucker.

"Now I'm gonna ride you, bitch," I say between my teeth. "Get ready to be my little cumwhore, Johnson." Abbaad groans as my cock slides into his asshole. He stops sucking JJ a moment to focus on the pain and the pleasure in his asshole.

"Goddamn," Abbaad says softly. "Goddamn." His huge muscular back spreads out before me, rippling and bowing as his ass adjusts to this invasion. I wait until I feel his assring soften, giving it little thrusts to encourage it to loosen up. His ass is so hot and muscular and I can't believe I'm here sticking my ol' bear cock into Offensive Guard Abbaad Johnson's tight manhole. After a moment, my cock pops deep into his ass, past the tight spot, and Abbaad groans and starts seriously sucking JJ off again.

And we start a rhythm, the tree of us on this enormous bed - JJ bucks his hips and round muscular ass, thrusting his long hard shaft deep down Abbaad's throat, I thrust my hips and balls against Abbaad's ass slap, slap, slapping my cock deeper with each thrust, and Abbaad rocks forward and backward to take as much man cock into each hole in his body as much and as deep as possible.

For ten or fifteen minutes, there is nothing in this room but the sound of flesh slapping flesh, the sound of mouths sucking and slurping and groaning and the sight of muscle rippling and pounding and tensing with the orgasmic power that is the power of men having hot, rutting, animal sex. And there is sweat and loud hearts beating and I think this is the best, the absolute best.

We fuck with wild abandon until suddenly JJ roars like a fucking tiger and cum is spurting out Abbaad's mouth. Abbaad is trying to swallow as fast and as much as he can, but there's no way and the cum is pooling down his chin and onto the. Swallowing and slurping and his asshole twitching and clamping down on my cock. Abbaad is pure animal now, just licking and rubbing and pig grunting, trying to get as much of JJ as possible. JJ slowly pulls his cock out of Abbaad's mouth and smears the rest of his ropey cum on Abbaad's smiling face.

I have kind of collapsed onto Abbaad's wide, strong back, just taking in the hard huge musculature of the man. My cock is drained and slowly it softens, slipping out of his ass. After catching my breath, I stand up and slap Abbaad's hard round ass with a smack!

Abbaad laughs, collapsing onto the bed. JJ drops beside him and Abbaad curls up in Jj's arms. JJ leans down and covers Abbaad's face with tiny, wet kisses. His cock is still leaking pearls of thick cum. I watch these two men, my heart still pounding in my chest and my cock twitching in a semi-hard state. I pull the condom off my cock and three-point it into a wastebasket.

The sight of Abbaad and JJ, these two hard, muscled guys covering each other with tender kisses is so hot and so... fuck, I can't help but smile. I turn around and slowly gather my clothes.

"Hey, coach," Abbaad says to me. I turn and see them both looking at me, huge nasty grins on each of their faces.

"Yeah, boss?" I say.

"Nice play," Abbaad says. I smile. Jesus, these guys are hot.

I turn to leave, but I hear JJ's voice behind me, low like thunder and growling. "Did I say you could go?" I grin and turn back. The two of them are making room between them.

"Come back to bed," JJ says. "That's an order."

I drop my pants to the floor. Who am I to say no?

Black Escalade

2009-03-16T18:59:00.000-07:00

The black guy is leanin' against a black Escalade in the tightest fuckin' black t-shirt I've ever seen. I mean, his t-shirt looks like it's been painted on. And what a torso to paint, too! This guy must have started lifting weights at birth; his chest is two massive mountains of muscle topped by two very hard nipples. His upper arms stretch out the sleeves of the t-shirt to the ripping point with veiny biceps and heavy ropey triceps and rounded shoulders that flaunt his strength and power.

His skin is almost blue it is so black and his head is shaved so smooth it shines in the late afternoon sun. His back is broad and tapers down to a trim waist where his t-shirt is tucked into black jeans that hug massive thighs and calves. And of course, I can't help but notice the fuckin' round camel's hump of a crotch he's sportin'.

He is wearing sunglasses, the very dark kind that makes it hard to see where he's looking. But it seems he's lookin' right at me.

I'm just leaning against the edge of the wooden table out in front of the Dairy Duke, lickin' the tip of my twirly cone. If he's looking - and I hope to fuck he is - might as well give him a show. I look right into his face as my tongue snakes out and I lick my cone with all the lascivious sexiness I can muster, letting the soft ice cream linger on the tip of my tongue before slowly putting it into my mouth.

The guy just leans against the black Escalade and doesn't move a bit.

Damn. He's awful hot, too.

I adjust my boner in my pants, first to make it clear to him what my thoughts are on the subject, but also because my cock is startin' to really get hard and pinch a bit. Still no sign that he notices or cares. I sigh and bite into my cone.

At that moment, the guy stands up straight and moves to the back door of the Escalade. He opens the door and waits.

And damn, what he's waiting for!

I thought the first guy was big. This new guy... well, shit, "huge" barely seems to cover it. This guy is the most massive black man I've ever seen. This man is even taller than the other guy, but his arms and chest are fucking bursting with rounded, rippled muscle. He has close-cropped black hair and a blocky, solid face with a chin like a clenched fist. His body is spectacular and his ass is so round you'd think God made it as a model for roundness. He may be the most handsome, square-jawed, muscley black man I've ever seen in my life.

And oddly enough, he looks familiar. In fact, it feels like I should know this guy.

The huge guy with the familiar face is talkin' to the driver, since it's obvious now that what he is. The driver's nodding and nodding with his fucky arms crossed in front of him. Then they both turn and look directly at me. I fumble and nearly drop my ice cream cone. The familiar guy laughs a small laugh, showing bright beautiful teeth against his dark smooth skin.

That's when it hits me. "Fuck," I whisper out loud to myself. "That's Abbaad Johnson."

Abbaad Johnson. No shit. Offensive guard for the ? well, hell, everyone knows Abbaad Johnson. He's just the biggest bull bastard you'll ever see on the football field. I mean, nothing gets past this guy. And he don't mind breakin' your neck to save the guy with the ball, either.

Fuck. Abbaad Johnson. There were rumors once...

Johnson steps into the back of the Escalade and the driver holds the door open for him. My heart is pounding in my chest. The driver doesn't close the door though. Instead, he turns toward me and slowly walks my way, swinging those cannon-sized arms with him.

I push the end of the cone into my mouth, chewing it as mean as I can muster. I stare into his sunglasses. He stops in front of me and crosses his burly arms in front of his chest. He looks like a black Mr. Clean.

"Mr. Johnson is interested," he says in a voice so low it sounds like how a mountain must sound.

"Interested?" I repeat.

"You want to ask questions?" the big guy says, "or do you want to get into the car?"

Good point.

I stand up off the table I been leaning against and walk over to the Escalade. The driver cuts in front of me and opens the back door even wider. It's so dark inside the SUV with the tinted windows and all. For a moment, I hesitate. Then I lean in and step into the Escalade. The door closes behind me with a whump! It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I'm sitting on a single bucket seat on the far side of the SUV. The driver's and passenger's seats in front of me are empty. Behind me is a row of back seats, but I don't have the chance to see if Abbaad Johnson is there.

"I know you, don't I?" says a voice behind me. It's higher than I expected, but then I remember interviews with the guy and his voice was more tenor than you expect for a big man.

"Hell, I don't know how you could," I say. "But I got to admit you look familiar to me, too." I try to turn my head around to look, but a huge hand slides up the back of my head and keeps me from looking.

"No," he says. "I know you."

The driver's door opens and the driver gets in. He starts the car and the engine purrs and I feel the car start moving forward. The driver doesn't turn around at all, but his eyes peer at me every now and then in the rearview mirror.

"Don't you know Jim Darnelle?" Johnson says.

Two of the biggest fucking hands I've ever seen move down onto my shoulders and start rubbing them. One of those hands could easily hold my head like a football, but he massages my shoulders with tenderness and it feels good enough to get me moaning.

"Jim Darnelle?" I say. "Yeah, we went to school together. He used to play for your team in another life."

The driver's eyes look at me in the rearview mirror, then look away. I lean my head over and rub my bearded cheek against Johnson's hand as it works my shoulders. My cock is stirrin' in my jeans now and I really want to get things started here. I keep my hands on my lap, though, quiet and obedient, waiting for instructions.

"Yeah," Johnson sighs. "Darnelle told me all about you." His hand moves up to my cheek and he leans forward, reaching around, and suddenly one of his big fat thumbs slides up against my lips.

"Jim says you can be discrete," he says, his thumb rubbing across my lips slowly.

"Yes, sir," I say. "I always change the names to protect the wicked."

Johnson laughs. "Damn writers," he chuckles. "Not many of us pros play together. But Jim's straight up. I've had some fuck with Jim Darnelle."

I open my mouth and his fat thumb slides easily between my lips. My soft tongue plays along his thumb, all wet and slippery. Johnson groans in my ear. I feel the heat of his breath on my neck. The driver's eyes look at us in the rearview mirror, then look away.

"So," Johnson says, "What kind of things are you willing to do for me?"

I release his thumb, turn around and kneel on my seat and look him straight in the eyes. His face is just inches from mine. He smells like Old Spice.

"What would I do for Abbaad Johnson?" I say. "Sir, for you... anything."

Abbaad Johnson leans forward and his huge hands are on both sides of my head and the next thing I know, his lips are pressed into mine. Soft and full and heavy. Goddamn, I am fuckin' dizzy with the feeling of the huge handsome football player and his fat tongue in my mouth and mine in his and him groaning and my mouth opening as wide as possible to feel his tongue dig deep.

I feel the car pull over and stop. The engine dies. We are parked in a parking lot in a private area.

Johnson pulls his face back and smiles at me. Beautiful teeth for a pro offensive guard. "You kiss real good," he says.

"I do a lot of things real good, Mr. Johnson," I say.

"I bet you do, player," he laughs. "Darnelle seems to think so, anyway."

"Jimbo's a good fuck," I say all horny and aggressive, "That's one tight ass on that tight end."

Johnson laughs. He leans back in his seat, starin' at me and lickin' his lower lip. "Ah," he says, "Passer and receiver, both?"

"Yes, sir," I say, "I like to play the whole field." I touch his lips with my finger and he sucks it into his mouth, his eyes sparkling. "Mmff," he groans. His eyes close a moment as he sucks my finger like a cock and my hand goes down and cups his more than ample basket. I feel the hard thick power of his cock in his pants.

"Yes, sir," I hiss between my teeth. "Any fucking thing you want, sir."

Johnson pulls off my finger with a slurp. "Time for tryouts then," he says. "JJ!"

I hear the driver unbuckle his seatbelt and his car door opens. He gets out of the car and the door closes. "Strip," Johnson says to me, "And come sit by me."

I pull my shirt off over my head and unbuckle my pants, kicking my shoes off. "Nice," Johnson says, starin' at my hairy bear belly. His hand is kneading his crotch as he watches me strip. When my pants drop to the floor, my cock is so hard and ready to be out, it slaps up against my belly, bent over like I am in the SUV. There's precum beading at the end of my cock and can you blame me?

I move back and sit on beside Abbaad Johnson. He half-turns to me and his huge paws are instantly on my body. One hand grips my dick and the other is rubbing my belly. The back door opens and the driver, JJ, enters. He sits in the seat where my clothes are piled and pulls his t-shirt off.

I wish I had the talent to describe what this guy looks like. I don't'. Suffice it to say he is a mountain of man with very short black curls of nappy hair between his huge pecs and his hard rippling abs make the word "washboard" seem absurd. He unbuckles his slim black belt and drops his pants and black underwear. His cock is... awesome. Hard and long and veiny. Before I can grab it, he turns around and his butt is in my face, perfectly round and muscle-toned and midnight black.

"Let's see how well you play with others," Johnson says. He reaches into a bag on the floor and pulls out a condom. Rolls it down on my cock in a flash and has poured lube from a bottle into his hands. Johnson first lubes my cock up in a few firm gut-wrenching strokes, then shoves a finger up JJ's ass to get him wet.

"Aw, god," I groan, just seeing such a thing.

"Show me how you ride, player," Johnson says.

And JJ sinks that perfect hard black ass down onto my cock. He is so hot and so tight and so slick and I slide into him pretty effortlessly like this guy knows how to ride. He grabs the bar above the door and begins riding my cock, up and down with his heavy powerful thighs bulging as he lifts and falls steadily on my cock.

My hands are on the man's muscled back, flat and splayed out, just feeling the power of the stud I'm riding.

"That's right," Johnson whispers in my ear. His hand is rubbing my belly, pulling the hair between my pecs, twisting my nipples. "Darnelle said you rode him raw once. I believe him now."

I can't respond any more than a low grunt, my eyes are rollin' into the back of my head which is spinning with the sheer fuck good of this guy riding me.

JJ is not varying the tempo at all, just lifting 'til I am almost out of him, then sliding down down down until my balls are squished into him, then up up again, softly and steadily. It's taking everything I have not to instantly blow my wad into his ass. So I slap his ass hard and the smack resound through the car.

"Yeah," Johnson groans. "Slap his bad ass." I slap it again, hard. JJ grunts.

"JJ loves getting fucked; don't you, JJ?" Johnson says, pulling me into him and kissing me hard and my mouth is open and tongues are sliding against each other and I don't fuckin' know or care where I am anymore.

"Yes, sir," JJ says in a low growl, keeping up the steady rhythm of the fuck. "I love getting fucked, sir."

"How does it feel, JJ?" Johnson asks, pulling off my lips for a moment. His eyes are so brown and they bore deep into me like they're looking for something and my cock is so hard sliding in and out of this muscleman's ass and I don't know if I can take this much longer.

"G- Good," JJ stutters. "It's hot, sir."

Johnson moves in to kiss me again, his hand pinching my nipple hard, so hard it hurts but in a nice burning way that I want more of.

"I- Sir," I say, stopping him. "I want to cum, sir."

Johnson smiles. "But you just got started," he whispers.

"Yes, sir," I say. I squish my face up trying to keep from cumming. JJ's ass rides up and down my pole and my balls are freaking out wanting so bad to cum. "I can go longer, sir," I grunt. "I will go longer... when I'm inside you."

Johnson's face drops, his eyes starin' deep into mine. He sticks his finger in my mouth and I suck on it for a moment and wonder what I'm going to do if I cum before I'm given permission.

"Please," I whisper around his finger.

Johnson smiles and give a nod. "JJ!" he says.

JJ lets go of the bar and puts both hands on his knees and does leg squats on my cock like a madman. His ass is so tight, rising and falling on my cockshaft and I start hollering and Johnson is bent over my hairy tit eating it like it's a fuckin creampuff and my hand's pressin' his head against me and I feel my balls churning like they're eddying in a river and suddenly, BAM! BAM! BAM! the cum is shooting out my cock hard into the condom up JJ's ass and JJ's kind of barking like a dog and my cock is throbbing and throbbing shooting streams of hot cum.

"Yes, sir!" I shout.

"Ar! Ar!" JJ barks.

My cock is still draining when Johnson pulls off my tit. He kisses me, my chest risin' and fallin' and me trying to catch my breath through my nose. JJ's slowly pullin' off my cock which is excruciating because he's tight enough to milk it all the way up to the tip. I'm so busy kissing Johnson that JJ pulls the condom off my cock and I feel him turn around and kneel between my legs and then his warm wet mouth goes down on my cock lickin' and cleanin' it up.

Johnson pulls back, holding my face in his hands. "Come back to my crib for the night?" he whispers.

JJ looks up at me, his mouth still wrapped around my cockhead.

"Yes, sir," I gasp, "Anything you want, sir."

to be continued...

Cookie Boy

2009-03-07T17:46:00.001-08:00

All’s I want is a beer and a nice round ass to pound on.

102 degrees in the fucking shade and not an interesting man in sight - at least, no one lookin’ my way. The Summer Festival in town is just getting started, but my dick is already straining at the zipper of my jeans and I’m ‘bout as horny as a man my age should be. Where the fuck is the concession booth?

Behind the table at the Make ‘Em Large Bakery booth, I eye the cookies and scratch my hairy belly. The boy behind the counter is in his twenties, maybe. Baseball cap with the bill curled in and the bluest fuckin’ eyes God ever made. Blond, close-cropped hair and nice smooth veiny arms with skin like milk. He smiles a wicked toothy smile.

“There’s my man,” he says. His voice is low and heavy, like I imagine his cock to be. “You gotta try the Chocolate Chip Honey Oatmeal special,” he says. His blue Paul Newman’s staring right into mine. “It’ll make a man out of ya.”

I finger my nipple and act like I’m thinkin’. His eyes go there and he licks his lower lip.

“But then,” he adds in a husky whisper, “you seem man enough to me.”

Straight to the point. Like I like ‘em.

“Joe,” cookie boy shouts to his coworker, “I’ll be back in a few.”

As the boy heads around the back of the booth, he unties the apron from around his slim waist and tosses it into a corner. The coworker looks at me a moment, then laughs to himself. Like he knows. Like he’s seen this before.

Cookie Boy doesn’t say anything, just heads for the porta-potties. I follow him. It’s hot and he’s hot and what the fuck. My cock is an incessant pounding in my pants and Cookie Boy is just what I’m lookin’ for.

We both duck into the porta-potty. He closes the lid and sits down on it. Being the start of the festival it doesn’t smell at all, just a little flowery. The boy pulls his shirt off over his head and balls it up. He looks at me with that wicked smile.

“Show me what I want, big man,” he says. But he doesn’t wait for me to begin unbuckling my belt. He’s right on it. He’s eager like he hasn’t seen a cock in years. His blue eyes study my zipper as it comes down. He smiles when he sees my big hairy bush and the stock of my hard veiny cock beneath it.

“Oh, yeah,” he says. “This is what I’m talking about.”

He pulls my cock out and as it’s released from my jeans, it flops up and smacks him in the lips. He smiles and digs down for my balls.

I have to stop for a moment to tell you: my balls are huge. I’m not bragging or nothing. I didn’t make ‘em myself; they came with the rest of me. But my balls are hairy and big and my nutsack is wrinkly and there’s skin for days and men tend to really love ‘em. Which is great ‘cause there’s nothing like a man payin’ attention to my nuts.

So Cookie Boy sighs. “Jesus,” he says. No actually, he growls. He flips me his grin. Then slowly his tongue comes out, all the while staring at me, and begins slowly licking my big bull balls.

“Oh Christ,” I say. My cock is standing at full attention, hard as a stone. There are beads of sweat gathering on my forehead as his tongue licks my hairy balls like a dog. I place my hand on the top of his head, not to guide it but just for the turn-on of this man’s lickin my nuts.

“Lick those fuckers,” I say.

“You like that, big man,” he asks. His hands begin roving over my belly and my chest. His fingertips gliding along my chest and gently pulling on the hairs there. His right hand works my nipple. His tongue moves to my cock.

The warm wet sensation on the head of my cock makes me mad with horniness. “You gotta suck it, dude,” I say. “You gotta get me off.”

Cookie Boy runs his tongue up the length of my cock, tonguing the precum at the tip before looking up at me and saying, “Whatever you want, sir.”

Then he dives down my cock. No warmup. No waiting. Hot wet mouth all the way to the root. His nose in my pubes. It takes my fucking breath away. I feel his hot mouth slurping and pumping my cock into his throat. My hand moves to the back of his head.

“Ung, yeah,” I say, losing all verbal ability.

The guy moans on my cock and I feel the vibration move into my hard veiny flesh. He moves slowly but steadily up and down my shaft and I feel the desire welling up deep in me.

“Stop,” I say. “I’m gonna cum.”

But he doesn’t stop. He just moans again and the vibration of the moan runs through my cock.

“No,” I say, pulling him off. His eyes go all puppy dog.

“But I want it, sir,” he says. He pouts and I have the serious need to kiss him. My lips part his and my tongue goes into his throat. He moans. He tastes a bit musty from sucking my dick and this just serves to turn me on more.

I pull off him. “No,” I say. “I don’t wanna cum in your mouth.”

He needs no more encouragement. Cookie Boy is on his feet, pulling down his pants. His cock is thick and bent a bit to the right, but it’s hard as a pole and it slaps against mine.

“Nice cock, boy,” I say.

He turns his back to me and spreads his legs, his jeans just below his knees. And oh dear christ, what a fucking beautiful ass like I’ve never seen before. Round and smooth and don’t you just want to spank it? But my dick must be heard.

I pull from my pocket a little packet of lube and a condom and it doesn’t take much before the head of my cock is nuzzling up to his bright little pucker. His hands are against the wall of the porta-potty and it looks like I’m arresting and frisking him rather than fucking him. But his ass is ready and he slightly wiggles it at me.

“Please, sir,” he says. His voice is low and growly. “Please, sir, now.”

I slowly press in. My cock, I should say, is not huge, really. But it’s not small, either. And when that fucker’s hard, it’ll do the fucking job. When I push through the guy’s ring, he gasped. Breathing hard. I can tell he’s feeling it. But suddenly, I’m in and he’s so hot and smooth and fucking amazing in there that I can’t hold much back and I start slowly banging him.

“Ah God,” he says. “Fuck me, big man. Fuck me so hard.”

I know I’m starting to fuck him hard when my balls begin slapping the bottom of his ass cheeks. The slap slap slap sound gets me so hot and I run my hand up his spine and feel the jizz rising.

“I’m gonna cum,” I say.

“Oh yeah, daddy.”

“I’m gonna cum inside you, boy.”

“Yeah, daddy, plow me good.”

I feel the cum ready to explode.

“Here you go, boy.”

And the cum rolls up and bursts out my cock and into the sheath and I feel his ass twitching and twitching and I know he’s cumming with me onto the walls of the porta-potty.

“Arrgh,” I say. My arm goes around his belly and I feel his cock and cum and hold him tight to my belly as my balls unload their heavy cum.

“Oh, big man, yeah,” Cookie Boy says. “Yeah.”

I hold him for a while, feeling his breath rising and falling against my hand. My cock slowly slips out of his ass.

He turns around and kisses me deep. His cum rubs into my fur as we kiss.

“That was very nice,” I say, coming up for air.

Cookie Boy smiles at me. “And now,” he says, “how about that cookie?”

I kiss him. Tasting the salt and sweat of the day. “A beer would be better.”

“Yes, sir,” he says with his wicked grin. “One beer and one cookie comin’ right up.”

Let Sleeping Dogs

2009-02-28T15:05:00.000-08:00

I wake up not quite knowing where the hell I’m at.

Motel rooms.

No matter how many times I wake up in ‘em, I’m always disoriented at first. The over-stiff sheet and covers, the soft thrum of the air conditioner, the boxed-in muffled sound, the thin slash of artificial light from outside the curtained window – all drag me back to the present, me on the road, another motel.

And someone in the bed beside me snoring.

A slow grin curls my lips. I remember now. That fuckin’ hottie bear I met at the café downtown. He looks like a top, thick heavy beard, smooth big gut, hairy pecs and very satisfying bush. Great upthrust cock. Aggressive and smart and funny. Handsy, too. I thought for sure he wanted to bone me.

But oh how he wanted to be my little bottom bitch. And how willing I was to bang him bang him bang him, hard and often last night.

We both fell asleep all lube-greasy and cum-spattered.

I lay still, feelin’ my cock hardening with the memory. The motel alarm clock glows read lava numbers: 5:44 . I have to be up at six. My cock wants to get up now.

The hottie bear next to me snores. Not too loud, but abrupt. Makes me chuckle. I turn on my side to face him. He’s turned away from me and the covers are dropped to our thighs.

Damn.

Just look at that long strong back, the round smooth bubble butt with a little swath of hair along the crack, all greasy and slick with lube. My finger naturally goes there, running lightly along his buttcrack, feeling the feathery hair there and the soft curve of muscle beneath. He groans a little, but he isn’t waking. Damn, I’m getting’ really horny.

I don’t really want to bother him. He’s sleeping so nice and sweet.

I look at the back of his head. The guy’s got this full head of longish curly hair. Somethin’ about curly hair that rumbles my stones. My hand reaches up and my fingers go into his hair and it’s so soft and satisfying and I immediately recall the moment last night when I was dog-fuckin’ him and I had a hunk of his curly hair in my clenched fist and he was open-mouth growling and pushin’ his hips hard back into mine and my cock was reachin’ deep up inside him like a scratch that needed itched.

My cock throbs, remembering it.

My hand leaves his hair and travels down the slope of his neck and shoulders, feeling the smooth skin and the little scatterings of fur. I sigh. Move my hand down around his side to his chest, my body moves behind him with my hairy belly pressin’ into the small of his back and my boner just touchin’ his greasy buttcrack.

Hottie bear groans and his arm moves so that it’s covering mine and his hand rests upon my hand resting on his chest. My fingertips in his chesthair.

Perfect.

I wake up again. My cock has been up to no good, even while I slept.

The head of my cock has plumped up and is now wedged just inside his buttcheeks. The feeling is hard and soft slick pumping blood and the moment I feel it I’m wide awake and the moment I’m wide awake the rest of my cock begins to harden and lengthen and push up into his crack.

The guy snores. His arm is still on my arm around his chest, but my arm’s startin’ to fall asleep. I guess all the blood’s moving into my cock.

I pull my arm out from around him and he squirms a bit groggily, but that only gets his back harder against my chest and that only gets me feelin’ my breath risin’ in my belly and the crisp scratch of my chest hairs against him, pushin’ against his back muscles and that just makes my cock throb harder.

Damn.

I half-roll away and my cock pops out of his butt with a pissed-off sloppy sound and stares at me like an angry, misused pup. On the motel bedside table is one remaining condom packet.

This is wrong. Fuckin’ a guy in his sleep. I should wake him up and see if he’s up for more.

But he’s so cute sleepin’ there. He’s got to be in his late thirties but he looks far younger at the moment. Sleep does that to a man.

I want to bend over and kiss him, watch his sleepy eyes flutter open and feel the kiss smiling beneath my lips, but he’s so sweet and sleepy and damned if he don’t like it kind of rough and tumble anyway and my cock is being really demanding right now.

Fuck it.

I reach for the condom, open the packet and roll the rubber down my throbbin’ cock. When my fingers push the latex past my cockhead, the sensitivity along the rim sends me reeling. I want it bad. My balls are rumblin’ and ready for more action with hottie bear and I get the condom rolled all the way down the shaft and fuck I’m set for launch.

I roll back and use my hand to aim my cock between his asscheeks. Damn, he feels so good. I have to kind of lift his one asscheek a bit to get my cock deep enough so that it rests against his pretty pink tight pucker spot.

I’m a bad horny dog.

The guy snores again, groans a little at the end of the snore. I feel his asshole twitch a little, like it knows what it likes even in its sleep. He’s still real lubey and slick, and I don’t worry that he’ll take it well.

My hand goes on his hip for some leverage and my legs curl a little and I thrust fast and deep, yankin’ his hips toward me with my hand. My cock sinks into his unsuspecting asshole and I grunt kind of loudly and I hear the guy gasp a deep lungful of air.

“Wha –“ he hollers.

My cock pushes against the suddenly rock tight sphincter muscles and my hands are gripping his hips pulling him closer.

“Take it, bitch,” I growl.

The guy’s turning his head and his eyes are wild wolf eyes and my hand leaves his hip and moves up his body past his big belly up to his chest and I feel his heart racin’ racin’ with fear and pain and pleasure.

“Take it,” I say. And I bite his neck.

Yeah, I know.

But it feels right and he is my dog after all and I’m in heat knotting my cock deep inside him, so I bite his neck. At first with a little teeth so he knows he’s mine, but then my lips take over and I’m suckin’ and kissin’ his neck while he starts going all soft and willing on me.

“Oh, god,” he groans.

I push harder and my cock slides deeper into his ass and I’m startin’ to feel my pubes going right up to his ass cheeks and I know he’s mine now.

“Aw, god,” he says, “fuck me, yeah.”

And I do. He lifts one leg, crooking it at the knee so I can get my hips even closer in and I’m pumpin’ deep into this hottie bear’s butt and my balls are slammin’ into the flesh down there and my hand is on his chest and his hand is gropin’ my hips tryin’ to feel the muscles flexin’ and I’m nibble kissin’ his neck ‘cause he’s my bitch and he’s going to take it like one.

“Aw, fuck,” he hisses. “God, deeper.”

I go deeper. I half prop myself up on one elbow so I can get my arm completely around his belly and so I can leverage my hips a bit more and I begin to doggie pump his butt with quick deep thrusts. His curly hair is floppin’ into my face and he’s got his eyes closed tight so he can concentrate on the incredible tight thrusting of my cock moving in and out of his butt like a piston of hard fire and need.

I growl like a fuckin’ Doberman. This guy is mine.

“Yeah,” he whimpers. “Yeah.”

My head pulls back and I gasp as I feel the cannon shot of cum bursting inside me.

“Aw!” I holler.

“Yeah!” he hollers.

And my cock shoots and shoots and shoots, filling up the condom and throbbing against his prostate and I haven’t noticed how he’s been jackin’ off here at the end. I slow down to a soft tiny rocking in his butt and his cock looks like it’s about to burst as he’s jackin’ it and growling and when he cums, his orgasm squeezes the last drops of cum right out of my cock while it’s still tight up his butt.

I pull him hard and fast against me, holding him close. Feeling my cock throbbing inside him. His curly hair against my face, my breath ruffling his curly hair, my chest crushed into his back.

We are both breathing heavy and for a while we breath together like the veritable beast with two backs. But after a while, I feel the rhythm of our bodies beginning to break and his breath becomes his own. My arm slowly releases its grip on him. He is his own self again, not my possession at all.

“That was hot,” he whispers.

My cock slips out of his butt and throbs down to semi-hard, completely satiated. My cock is a dog’s tongue panting. The hottie bear half-turns and our lips meet. His mouth opens and accepts my tongue and our hands roam across each other’s bodies feeling the soft places and the hard places and the curve of his belly and the hollow of my hip and the round of my shoulder muscles.

At last he pulls his face back, nestling into the pillow.

“Not a bad way to wake up,” he says.

Not a bad way indeed.

What I Did for Summer Vacation

2009-02-25T18:55:00.000-08:00

The air conditioner in this fuckin’ motel needs a blow job. This room’s far too warm for comfort and the valley air outside is hot and dry. Even though night has fallen, sweat is still tickling the hair between my tits and gatherin’ on my forehead. Fuck it! I’m going to the pool.

I slip off my jeans and catch a glimpse of myself in the large motel room mirror. Tall and dark-haired, round furry belly, nice arms with nice curves and a well-placed bear tatt. Low hangin’ bull balls and a cock that’s veiny and means business. I fluff up my bush and strike a quick nude muscle pose. Pat my belly and laugh out loud.

The air conditioner ain’t all that needs a blow job around here.

At the pool, all is dark and deserted, except for two men who lean back in their lounge chairs. Their heads both pivot together when I open the gate and step into the pool area. One man is a fuckin’ gorgeous chub - medium height, short-cropped blond hair, very large buddha belly that stretches out his t-shirt. His smooth white belly peeks out beneath the bottom hem. His wide eyes are watching my every move.

I step over to a lounge chair and toss my towel down on the table nearby. Toss down my motel room key and step out of my flip-flops.

The other man is short and muscular, skin the color of mocha, shoulder-length black black hair. He looks from, maybe India or Pakistan... hard to tell. He seems to have a magnificent chest under his tight polo. Look at those nipples poking out the fabric of his shirt and... are those nipple rings? His legs, jutting out from his loose trunks, are covered in thick black hair.

I turn around to set up my lounge chair. Stretch out my towel and kick my flip-flops under the chair. When I turn back to the pool, I see both these guys have taken off their shirts.

Fuckin’ A.

The chubby guy is smooth and his tits look soft and whipped-creamy and tasty and I just want to fuckin’ lick his belly down and wrap my arms around it while I fuck him senseless. The hairy man is a mass of muscle and fur. I mean, fuckin’ FUR! Covers his massive, rocky chest and runs up and over his shoulders and, I assume, down his back. Two gold nipple rings adorn each small dark nipple. His belly button is a taught, forest-hidden cave which I want to tongue.

I smile a tight smile, give an upward head nod and a deep appreciative grunt. The chub is fingerin’ his tit and the hairy muscle man is lickin’ his lips slowly. I look around. It’s a quiet night at the motel, stars shining bright, hot summer night and I got these two sexy motherfuckers eyeballin’ me top to toe.

Why be subtle?

I walk to the edge of the pool and drop my swimtrunks to my ankles. My cock is so standing straight out from my body, hard and hungry and both these guys drop their jaws to the concrete. I laugh, step out of my trunks and dive into the pool. The warm clear water against my skin is exhilarating and I feel the rush against my cock and ass and it only serves to make me harder.

I surface, the water drippin’ from my chest hair and forehead. The two guys are at the edge of the pool, talking softly to each other.

“Are you guys coming?” I ask in my gruffiest voice.

“You might say that,” the hairy man says with a hint of an accent. The man turns to the chub and nods.

The chub pulls his trunks down. His cock peeks out from beneath his beautiful belly and is fully hard and smooth and glowing electric in the starlight. He tips his toe into the pool all coy-like.

“Don’t worry,” I say. “I won’t bite ya... too hard.”

The chub smiles and nods, takes a few steps backward, then runs. Cannonball.

Right before the big splash hits me, I see this picture of him in midair – his knees all tucked up and his sweet round chubby smooth white ass and his tight little wrinkly scrotum dropping below his thighs.

When he surfaces, I swim over to him and grab him around his waist. His eyes are so fuckin’ blue in the starlight. His lips so soft and full. I look over to the hairy muscle man.

“Go ahead,” the muscle guy says.

I kiss the chubby guy hard. His jaw opens and my tongue goes deep inside. He tastes like strawberries. His slippery dolphin body tight against my wet animal body. One of his hands is slipping along the crack of my ass. Makes me moan when his fingers touch my tight hole. Our cocks are hard-sided fish darting and dashing against each other. I pull back for breath.

“His name’s Eddie,” the hairy man says.

“Doesn’t say much,” I say, starin’ into the chub’s eyes. I kiss him again and his tongue presses against mine. He moans softly.

“My name’s Balraj,” the hairy man says. The hairy guy – Balraj – makes a big production out of removing his trunks. The chub and I stop kissing and stand shoulder to shoulder, arms around each other, giving due attention to the hairy guy’s act. When the trunks are finally down, the hairy guy stands up straight.

Now, I’ve seen some cocks in my day. Small and clever cocks. Long and sinewy cocks. Smooth and veiny. Thick and pushy cocks. I’ve seen big snaky cocks and bent cocks and upturned cocks and hard cocks and soft cocks cute as puppies.

I’ve never seen a cock like this.

How’d he keep it in his trunks?

The hairy muscle guy has a cock that is fuckin’ huge. Probably - shit, this sounds like porn-lying – but really, it has to be twelve or thirteen inches long. The head is deep burgundy and the rest of his rod is like the color of eggplants. The base of his cock, next to his pubes, is so fuckin’ thick I doubt I could get my fist around it. Seriously, I’m so awestruck by this man’s cock I can barely breathe.

The hairy muscle guy with the monster cock dives gracefully into the pool. He has a wicked cool expression on his face.

The chub turns to me and begins tonguing my ear, which drives me fuckin’ wild. I’m about chest-deep in the pool and he’s kind of straddling me on one side, against my hip, sliding his cock up and down my hip and upper leg. His one hand is slowly yanking on my hard veiny cock and his other is softly fingering my asshole. I’m just trying to stay upright and breathing.

The hairy guy comes up to me – his long black hair falls straight and wet around his hard-muscled shoulders. His chest is thick with manmeat and curly black, drippin’ wet hair. He comes almost nose to nose with me. He smells lightly of patchouli. I grab his waist and pull that monster cock of his against my body.

He smiles a tight, white-toothed smile. As I pull him to me, his cock rides up my belly and I swear to Christ the tip almost surfaces from the pool.

Eddie’s still humping my hip and licking my ear and the space behind my ear.

“Eddie likes you,” the hairy man says. His cock twitches against my body. It’s hard like a steel cable and about as thick.

“Judging from this,” I say, wrapping my fist around his cock, “you kinda like me, too.”

Eddie makes a whining noise. He pulls off my ear to focus on his rapid humping of my hip. I lean into him so he can get better friction. His belly presses against me and his cock and his cock presses against my hip and he’s humping me like a fuckin’ dog and it feels fuckin’ fantastic.

Eddie whines again and I can feel his cock pulsing as wave after wave of cum shoots out and into the pool.

“Eddie really likes you,” the hairy man laughs.

“Kiss me, Daddy,” Eddie says. His voice is all soft and sweet and he’s gone all dreamy and trancelike. The hairy man reaches over and I let go of his cock.

Here in front of me, the hairy man is deep-kissing the chubby guy and my cock is throbbin’ like it’s gonna fall off. I yank on my bull balls ‘cause if I touch my cock, it’s goin’ off!

“My Daddy,” Eddie says, leaning into the hairy guy.

The hairy man looks at the state I’m in. Stares his chocolate-colored eyes into mine. “Does my Eddie want the big bear man to fuck his ass while Daddy watches?”

The chub looks at me. His eyes are happy and slightly unfocused. He nods deliberately and moves toward the side of the pool. I don’t need any more encouragement. I begin following him.

The chub puts both hands on the side of the pool, bracing himself, while the hairy man swims to his trunks and pulls a condom out of the pockets. The chub spreads his thick white legs out. Always makes me think of friskin’ people. I start patting him down, against his fleshy belly, against his ample hips. He turns his head toward me and grins.

“Big bear man,” Eddie whispers, soft and dreamy. “Fuck me, sir. You gotta fuck me hard.”

I grab the condom from the hairy guy. Just about run, sloshing noisily to the shallow end of the pool to get my cock above water so I can roll it on. Come splashing and slogging back like a big raging horny bulldog. The two men are laughing and I’m laughing too, but I tell you what, God damn it, this boy’s gonna get it good.

“Fuck him,” the muscle man says. “Fuck him as hard as you can.” He has his huge monster cock clutched with both hands and is double-fisted jacking and the sight of it makes me groan.

“I wanna watch you fuck my Eddie,” the hairy man says, slightly shutting his eyes. His body shivers with the sex and his cock throbs in his hands and precum begins drooling out of his bulbous cockhead into the pool water.

I move toward the chub and thrust my finger into his hole. He inhales deep and wriggles his hips really feelin’ it and my finger begins moving in and out of his beautiful ass.

“Ung, want it,” the chub whines. “Bear man. Ung, want it.”

What the fuck. I push my cock deep into his ass in one deadly thrust. The chub shivers with pain and pleasure. He moans soft and high.

I growl at the feeling of my cock in this tight beautiful chub’s ass and at the sight of the hairy muscle man jacking his monster cock off to the sight of his partner’s gettin’ plowed.

“Yeah,” the hairy guy moans, “do it. Fuck him hard.”

I slowly pull my hips back, feeling the tight hot wet hole clenching every inch of my cock. Then I thrust hard again.

I moan, I growl. “Aw, fuck,” I say.

“Bear,” the chub says breathing hard now, “Man. Fuck... Me... Hard!”

“Now!” the muscle man demands between clenched teeth.

So I fuck the chub. I fuck him hard. I fuck him like I’ve never fucked a man in my life, like I’m full animal fucking, like my reasoning mind is gone and I’m just a fuck machine. Pounding and pounding and the waves slosh and the muscle man is pounding his fists up and down that magnificent python cock and there’s nothing in the world but sex and starlight.

The hairy man moves behind me and for a moment I’m afraid he wants to stick that monster up my ass. And for half a flash I think to myself, I’m willing.

“Don’t worry, bear man,” the man whispers growly and quiet into my ear. “Outside only.” Then he wraps his hand around my chest and pulls his cock up against me. The thick cable of his cock slides up my butt crack, pressing the cheeks apart, but his cock is so massive, the head of it rubs against my tailbone.

For a moment, it throws our rhythm off, with the water and the buoyancy and the fucking bear sandwich I’ve suddenly become. But after a moment or two, it’s all working again and I’m slamming my cock deep into the chub’s white ass while the hairy muscle man’s riding my ass and tailbone like a fuckin’ cowboy.

Slam slam slam, my cock to the hilt and my balls slapping against the chub’s ass. The hard veiny cable of cock against my backside. Christ, it’s too hot for me. I feel like I’m going to explode into a million pieces.

“Daddy!” the chub cries.

“I’m gonna cum,” the muscle man says into my ear. “You’re making me cum, you beautiful hunk of man.”

That’s it. I’m cumming. My ass begins that twitching thing it does and the cum rumbles up from my happy balls and cum empties out into the sheath in the hot chub’s butt. The muscle man behind me is cumming up my back and into the pool. His cock is a living python against my flesh. We are all groaning and moaning simultaneously.

After a bit, my cock slips out. The muscle man steps back and we float a bit apart, spent and silent. We tread water here, neck deep in the warm starlight pool water. Cum floats like liquid seaweed throughout the pool water. Who knows whose.

“Daddy,” the chub whispers. The muscle hairy man floats over to him. “My little Eddie boy,” he says and pulls the chub into a deep kiss.

I smile. What a hot couple. Ah, maybe, someday...

As I pull my hairy ass out of the pool and walk to my towel, I hear them kissing and splashing behind me. I towel off a bit and slip into my flip-flops. A cool breeze picks up and caresses my spent body.

“Hey, bear man,” the hairy guy says. I turn and see he’s at the side of the pool, near his trunks. “Room 256,” he says, tossing a key to me. I catch it in midair. “Eddie wants seconds,” he says smiling.

I can tell. This is going to be a great summer vacation.

At Your Service

2009-02-21T23:41:00.000-08:00

“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.”