Seducing the Muscle-Bound, Poz Bear

[Hotload84]

I went to the baths last week. As I cruised the halls, I paused at the door of this muscle-bound bear with an incredibly thick cock. It was obvious he worked out. In response to his come-hither gesture, I entered.

I sucked him, but when I went to sit on his dick, he said no—NOT WITHOUT A RUBBER. I asked why not. He said he only played safe. I mean, like I wasn’t born yesterday.

I replied I ONLY DID BAREBACK. Exasperated, I said I needed a break. As I walked out of his room, I vowed to have my way with him. I wanted his poz jizz up my ass.

I cruised the TV room, which was huge, lit only by the screen of a dim old projection TV. It was deserted except for this guy in the top tier of seats in the very furthest, darkest corner.

With all the other seats in the theater vacant, I ascended the stairs, stroking my dick, and sat down beside him. His hand slid beneath my towel, massaging my hardening shaft. My towel came undone. I pushed it aside. He cupped my balls, and dug his nails into my hole. He was the same guy who’d fucked me two weeks before.

Proclaiming how badly he needed to screw me, I invited him to a three-way. I led him by the hand out of the TV room and down the hallway to the room of the bear.

He was still there, playing with that amazing dick. I asked if he wanted some company. He nodded. I bent over to suck him, pointing my ass in the direction of the ravenous cock behind me. With my left hand I let my towel drop; and with my right, I pushed the lube the bear had on his bed stand back towards my bud. Oily fingers assailed my asshole.

His initial thrusts caught me off guard, forcing the bear’s mammoth cock down my throat. I gagged. My hands flailed for support, coming to rest on his breasts. I began to twist and squeeze his tits.

All three of us groaned. The bear’s dick slickened in response to my expert cocksucking and tit play. I was in queer heaven as my bud’s cock thrust home. The Fucker moaned loudest. He was ready to shoot. Pounding me harder, my lips connected again and again with the bear’s hairy pubes. Our trilogy of passion grew louder until gobs of hot cum shot into my hole. Unceremoniously he pulled out, wiped his cock on his towel, and exited.

That left me poised over the bear, passionately consuming his delectable love tool, savoring the poisonous precum oozing from his piss-slit.

His palm brushed my balls as his fingers dove to my hole, massaging fresh cum in and around my mancunt. In one spontaneous motion he pulled me to the bunk, flipped me onto my back, and knelt astride me.

Gazing into his eyes I saw not the gentle bear I’d been sucking, but a sadistic monster in insatiable heat. His engorged dick, thick to begin with, seemed swollen to twice its previous girth, purple with blood and slimy with precum. He lifted my legs to his shoulders and brutally rammed it home.

Of course it didn’t matter. My buddy’s cum provided all the buffer a gay man could ask for. Only he didn’t just fuck me. He plowed me—as if mine were the first mancunt he’d ever ravaged, and he couldn’t get enough.

At first it was great! I really enjoyed it. This self-proclaimed manwhore had successfully seduced the gentle poz giant!. But he bucked in and out, and his intensity surged. The pain grew excruciating as the cum from my first fuck expired, and I prayed the onslaught would end. After 30 minutes, the friction between us diminished, and I suspected the new lube was blood.

At 40 minutes he let out a shriek so vociferous, it resounded throughout the entire bathhouse. Wave after wave of contaminated manseed spewed into my inflamed intestines. So inundated was I—that I was unaware that he’d withdrawn—till I perused his thick cock still fully engorged and frothy with red and brown cum and ass juices. I’d had an involuntary bowel movement—that explained the shit. As for the blood—it felt like my rectum was torn.

We lay together, sated warriors in the militia of queer debauchery, appalled at the extent of our atrocities, yet ready to despoil any unwitting prey. A puddle of cum and shit and blood drooled from my anus onto the bed sheet. I had to get to the crapper. I retrieved my towel and stood up.

“You okay?” he whispered hoarsely.

“I’ll live.”

He rubbed his fingers over the bed sheet, into the slimy mess of blood, shit and cum. He held his filthy digits up to my lips, and I sucked them.

He smiled. “You turn me on, Guy.” We exchanged phone numbers, and I got the perception that the gentle bear would never be gentle again.

We kissed passionately, lustfully. He spit his saliva down my throat. and I sucked it in avidly. This bear was my mentor, and I owed him for the biological blessing he had bestowed.

A dribble of cum and blood and shit tickled my leg, forcing me back to reality. Half limping down the hall, each jarring step tormented my rectum. I knew I’d be laid up for awhile, and again, after that, when the flu finally hit—but I’d received the fuck of a lifetime and the gift for eternity.

[sam_puppy]

Awesome one of the best I've ever read I think I've read it at least a half dozen times ;-)

[sam_puppy]

Makes me fucking cum every time

[RotzBBengel]

HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT!!!!!

Sounds like that one fuck you'll never forget...

[constructionguy]

bears are the best fuckers

[Bothloveraw]

bears are the best fuckers

 

Heck yeah!  

[losolent]

great story.