Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2012 21:08:16 +0200
From: GB
Subject: Big Bear Weekend - Part 1

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...