It was Labor Day weekend and temperatures were near triple digits. A great time for my air conditioning unit to blow a compressor! I tried every HVAC repair service in the book. No luck. All of them were booked or just not answering. That's when I started searching nearby towns and found "Joe's Heating & Air" about 10 miles away. Something about their website and logo, a big smiling bear dressed as a repairman, told me I may have hit pay dirt.
Sure enough, a deep, masculine voice answered on the third ring. "Joe" himself was coming to fix my air, and he said he had "a compressor to fit my unit perfectly." The unintended double meaning of that statement made me chuckle under my breath. I had to admit, Joe sounded pretty masculine, just my type. I had already gotten lucky to get him on the phone and to agree to come over and make the repair, maybe I'll get lucky with Joe in other ways?
I had just gone through a long "slut phase" after my divorce where I fucked anything and anyone as much as I wanted. I had woken up to or shared my bed with twinks, leather dudes, Daddies, and regular "guy next door" types.
But the guys I kept asking to come back for more were all the same, burly masculine men with beards...Bears. Since I was about 6'1 and modestly muscular with just a modicum of man fur on my chest, I guess that makes me a "chaser" than a bear myself. A lot of bears like other bears, I had found, which made me want one for a regular boyfriend all the more.
I was watching from the patio when Joe pulled up in his van. I made my way across the yard to let him in the gated courtyard in back of my place. When I opened the gate, I couldn't believe my eyes. He was about 6'4 with huge shoulders and arms, but his thick black beard really stood out to me most. I was captivated by how thick, dark and perfectly maintained it was as it glistened in the bright South Florida sunshine.
"Joe Burns," he almost growled, thrusting his thick, manly hand forward.
"Oh, uh, hi I'm Liam Martin. Can I help you carry anything?"
"Nope, got `er all right here," Joe said, slinging a loaded tool belt over his broad shoulder like it was a toy. I noticed the bottom half of some kind of tribal band tattoo on his right arm. Grr...
That voice, those muscles, that crop of thick dark hair bursting from under his work shirt...mmmm. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was just starting to sweat in the oppressive heat, adding yet another dimension to his manliness.
I showed him to the outside unit, where I had attempted to diagnose the problem myself. I had taken an air conditioning repair course just out of high school and knew just enough about these newer units to be dangerous. I didn't equipment to really diagnose the job, but based on the symptoms and what I saw, the compressor probably was shot. "Yeah, it's your compressor," Joe said, getting up to get one from his van.
I watched his nice, bear-like ass move up and down as he walked away from me and smiled. I could just imagine two fur-covered ass cheeks. Or maybe he was smooth on the outside and fur lined down his crack. Even better. My cock started to stiffen in my shorts.
Joe's walk back was just as entertaining. Those think, dark work pants were sticking to the sweaty bear's tree trunk-sized legs and outlining a perfect cock and ball bulge that was massive. I started to imagine a big, thick bush and huge low hangers with a nice, thick, uncut roll of bear dick setting it all off. Now I was racing toward a hard on.
I stood up to adjust myself and Joe's eyes caught mine. He looked down at my crotch as I shifted my cock from one side to the other. I looked him right in the eyes and gave myself a nice, confident package squeeze. Then I smiled. If his gaydar was working at all, he had to catch that.
Joe cleared his throat and looked around. Then he did something I will never forget.
"Might as well work on my tan a little," and with that he took off his shirt to reveal a perfect, hairy chest and thick tufts of black, curly hair under each arm. He pretended to stretch and wipe sweat off his brow so I could get a nice view of his pits, muscled arms and chest. He was so masculine, such a perfect bear specimen, I almost gasped out loud.
But, I didn't say a word, I just smiled. We were working in a shady spot, so the "work on my tan" line was total bullshit. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. I liked where this was going.
I watched Joe work and talked to him a little over the next 20 minutes. I found out he was single, had a dog, loved to take his fishing boat out on the lake, and wasn't seeing anyone right now. I loved everything I heard. The heat was making us both sweat. I could smell the coconut butter lube I had used in my ass after my shower, and Joe smelled faintly of aftershave mixed with 100%-man scent, which made my cock start to throb.
"Now we've got to go up to your place and test this," Joe said. He started gathering up his tools and at one point, bent over right in front of me to expose the top of a nice, furry butt crack that made my mouth water. The fur at top of his butt was starting to matt and curl from all the sweat dripping down from his shirtless back. It was all I could do not to reach over and pull his work pants down for a better look.
But I kept my hands to myself and walked Joe into the house from the patio. It was even hotter than before. The trapped heat made us feel like we were in an oven. I used this as an occasion to take my shirt off, too. Joe seemed to like what he saw. I noticed as I passed by some mirrors in the dining room that he was sort of eying my sweaty body, which accented my muscles that I had spent hours in the gym trying to develop. I am no body builder, but I do think I look nice naked, and it was nice to be appreciated by such a sexy man.
After fiddling with the thermostat, a bit and checking some of the air vents, Joe let me know that the project was indeed a success. Cold air was pouring in, and I gave Joe a quick high five. I fetched us some ice-cold beers from the fridge and we started to talk again about his life.
We moved to the living room nearest one of the vents. The cold air blasting on our shirtless backs felt amazing.
"I'm still so hot," I said. "If you weren't here I wouldn't even have these shorts on."
"Don't let me stop you," Joe said. "I think we both know we play for the same team."
His smile melted me. Pure white teeth surrounded by all that dark fur. His plump, kissable lips made his mouth simply irresistible. As hot as it was, something told me I could kiss him, so I leaned forward a little and looked him right in the eyes.
In an instant, Joe the stud bear I had just met, was kissing me with his tongue down my throat and grabbing my ass in my stifling apartment. I grabbed his crotch and felt his hardening cock through his work pants. He reached down and started undoing his belt, which was my que to step out of my shorts and get completely naked. I fell to my knees just as he lowered his underwear and flopped out a thick, 7" cock and two massive balls.
It was like the heat had driven us both mad. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust me toward his big bear meat, and I opened as wide as I could to take him in. His sweaty package tasted amazing. Musky, hot, salty. I worked that cock toward the back of my throat and pushed my face deep into his thick, moist bush. I caught the scent of him and breathed in deeply. He grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me like a common whore, using my mouth, tongue and throat for his pleasure.
"Fuck yeah, take my cock! Damn, I love it. Fuck!" Joe growled.
I reached both hands up and grabbed his sweaty, round ass cheeks. They were firm and meaty and felt so good in my palms. I loved how they contracted as he thrust his hips to fuck my mouth and throat. The cool jets of air mixed with the still warm air trapped in the apartment created this odd sensation on my skin as I let the bear use my face. I was not hot any more, but I was dripping with sweat. Some of it mine, some of it his. I could have gone on forever like that, it felt so right and so perfect.
Joe pulled out and looked at me.
"Fuck man, you're like a Dyson vacuum cleaner," he said, jacking his 7" boner. A bit of pre-cum oozed from the tip and I leaned forward and licked it off while looking up at him. "You're fucking gorgeous, Joe. I love sucking you."
"Yeah, you like to eat ass, too, you naughty boy?"
"Fuck yeah."
Joe spun around and spread his awesome ass for me. The thick, wet fur lining lead down to a perfect pear shaped pink asshole. It was clear, this bear also bottomed a few times.
I lapped at his sweaty crack, tasting sweat and musky man scent at the same time. I relished his pink hole and thrust my pointed tongue as far into as I could. It was soft, wet and very receptive when I worked three fingers inside. Joe groaned and thrust his hips wildly as I finger fucked and tongue fucked him.
His hole was as hot as a pot of boiling water on the stove. My cock throbbed at the thought of plunging inside him. But Joe had other plans. He turned around and got on his knees to try my cock. A little longer than him, I am close to 8." He licked the head and sucked me like a pro. I caressed the back of his shaved head and fondled his sweaty beard. The cool air was taking over now. We were no longer in an oven. I relaxed a bit and enjoyed Joe's talented mouth working my cockhead.
"Mmmmm I love your cock, Liam. You wanna fuck?"
"Oh yeah, but am I fucking you or are you fucking me?"
"Yes," Joe said with a whore's grin as he looked up from my cock.
We made our way into the master, which had been shut up this whole time. The air conditioning had done its job and the room was a good 10-15 degrees cooler than the rest of the house. It felt great.
Joe spied my glassed-in shower and motioned toward it. We showered each other off and had some fun lathering up and drying off before ending up on the bed. I pulled out some lube and reached over to jack his thick cock.
"Who's first?"
"I want you to fuck my ass, then I'll fuck you."
With that I was standing at the foot of the bed with Joe ass up before me. I enjoyed lubing him up and once again exploring his soft, hot, wet hole. I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down his hairy butt crack to maximize my hard on. Then I slowly eased into him. His ass felt like the tightest pussy I had ever had. I slowly worked more and more of my cock into him, listening to him groan with pleasure. Soon my balls were smacking up against his massive, round bear ass cheeks and Joe was moaning loudly.
"Oh, fuck me...fuck my hole...hell yes."
I can last a long time, but in this moment, I was so carried away I blew my load inside him in seconds. Thick globs of white goo oozed around my cock. I withdrew, spread his cheeks and admired my handiwork. A nice, thick pearl of man cream filling his pink asshole. I smiled contentedly at myself in the dresser mirror.
Joe flipped over and started jacking his thick cock.
"Suck me some more, boy!"
I wasn't used to being called that but I kind of liked it. I went right to work on that big bear tool and had him throbbing hard in no time.
Then it was my turn to be ass up at the end of the bed. Joe took his time eating my hole and letting me feel that bearded face in all the right places. He made me wonder how much of his thick cock I could take when his two thick fingers hurt a little as he was lubing me up. But having just fucked him, and with the day's previous events, my hole was more than ready for some bear cock!
I looked in the dresser mirror and saw Joe's perfect bear form humping my ass as he pinched both of his hairy nipples and leaned his head back, facing the ceiling. He thrust his hips in and out of me, enjoying every second. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him repeatedly, trying to bury more and more of his bone deep inside me. I felt his huge balls slapping my ass. They felt hot and heavy against my skin. I reached between my legs to stroke them.
That must have set Joe off. I heard him gasp and watched his whole body tense up as he delivered his payload inside me.
"Fuck yes! Oh...fuck....yesss!" He said as he came.
We collapsed on the bed together and Joe held me in his arms. He kissed me tenderly.
"I told you my compressor was perfect for your unit," was all he said.