Big Bear Weekend
Part 1
My eyes can't remove themselves from the big, bloated, low-hanging bulge in your white briefs. Strong, hairy thighs lead my attention to their centre, and make sure it stays there. The pouch expands momentarily as you slide your left hand into it to fondle balls and cock, distractedly horny. Your right arm takes a pause from the mouse-clicking to scratch your even hairier chest and tweak your nipples slightly, as images of young, naked men flick across the computer screen.
Lust seizes me and makes me move in to get a bite. There was nothing to be had this morning; you were up before I woke. A naked horny bear on a lazy Wednesday afternoon should be a fairly easy prey for a somewhat slutty cocksucker, but not this time. Surprisingly, you grab both my arms, keep them still and look me steady in the eyes, gazing deeply into me. This is unusual - I've never seen you like this.
"Not so fast. We'll wait. I have plans. You've talked about how you might want to try things a bit rougher. Well, this is it. I have tomorrow and Friday off from work - a perfect time for an extended Big Bear Weekend. And you... Well, you can relax today, but rest assured I'll put you to good use in the next few days."
You let my hands go. I want to speak, but I'm puzzled, nervous and horny at the same time, and all I can do is nod and say "OK", while all kinds of possibilities flick through my brain. It's clear you don't want my attention right there and then, so I cross over to the kitchen and start to prepare dinner, eyeing you apprehensively from time to time. The meat is in the frying pan when I blink and notice that your own meat is out of your briefs, lazily enjoying slow strokes from an experienced bear hand. But your stiff cock returns to your briefs, eagerly tenting them, and nothing more happens that evening, though tension is in the air. We eat and then sit and read for a while; then you return to the computer. I prepare for bed while images continue to flash across the screen. The computer sound is off, but the twinks on display, and their masters, leave no doubt about what sounds they would make if the volume was turned up.
"Don't wait for me. I'll stay awake for a while yet". And so I crawl between the sheets, not knowing how I'll be able to sleep, when tomorrow is sure to bring something quite new in our relationship. I toss and turn for about an hour, both horny and restless; then exhaustedness finally comes upon me. As I drift away, I see your big white brief bulge for my eyes again, and a greedy, hairy hand slowly moving on the inside.
I surface from my sleep and realise you've just entered the bedroom, barely visible in the moon light. Naked. Bear, balls and cock all flip onto the bed and, within minutes, you're fast asleep. I, however, am now wide awake, and with mixed gut feelings. The alarm clock says 02:51. I fail to find sleep again and lie awake, brooding, until it's time to get up.
Thursday morning. Breakfast is ready, the coffee is fresh and so is the newspaper; and I have 15 minutes till I have to leave for work. You enter the kitchen, wearing your bathrobe but clearly naked underneath; yawning and scratching yourself. Accepting a hot mug, you sit with spread legs on a kitchen chair while I prepare my packed lunch. From the corner of my eye I see how your free hand slides inside the bathrobe and start to work, at first slowly and lazily but soon with determination. I turn from the counter as the bathrobe front slides open to reveal your hairy thighs, as always leading me to their centre, where a greedily pumping fist fixes my attention with ease. So, however, does your gaze. Deep, dark, lusty, commanding, and matched by a half pouting, half snearing mouth. From it comes the words: "You'll be late for work today."
I stand on my knees and try to grab a lungful of prescious air as your hard, throbbing cock exits my sore throat for a short moment. It has been plunging in and out of me for the last five minutes, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast, but always deeply and without undue delay between thrusts. I've deep-throated you a couple of times before, but your cock seems to have grown an extra 50 % from the exitement, both in lenght and thickness. The resulting pain forces me to focus more on your cock, in fact only on your cock. Thus I try to ignore such petty details as the relatively lesser pains in my hair roots (after all, you have to hold on to something to thrust my head on to your cock) and my nipples, properly looked after by the steel tit clamps you were concealing in your bathrobe pocket.
The bloated pole exits my mouth for a last time, along with copious amounts of saliva, and enters your swiftly jacking right hand. The left hand once again grabs my hair and makes sure my face is directly underneath your cock as white lava erupts from the red-hot volcano. Loud Big Bear noises fill my ears as your enormous, slowly swinging ball sack turns itself almost inside out, emptying its contents all over my face, hair and shirt front. Eruption ends, and you release your grip and slide back onto the kitchen chair, looking at me through the streams of cum down my face.
"What are you waiting for? Get yourself to work. Though you might want to change your shirt first. Make sure you return promtly this afternoon - and make sure you're not wearing any underwear".
As I leave the house in a rush, only minutes later and barely clean of the cum, you watch me exit, saying: "Mind you, this was only a taster. Your Big Bear Weekend starts this afternoon."
To be continued...