Date: Tue, 5 Dec 2006 21:41:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Mutantbearman <mutantbearman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Top on Bottom

Damn if there ain't two tents going up here in the
woods. The one I'm just finishing in my Forest Service
campsite. And the other in my pants.

I mean, look at that guy! The guy in the campsite next
to me. Big round biker-guy with his totally fat, red
and chrome Harley. Dude's sitting with his back to me
on top of his picnic table smoking a fat cigar. The
sweet sour smoke drifts through the woods to my space
and I have to stop for a moment and just fuckin'
stare.

Biker must be 6'6", huge heavy grizzly arms and a
broad back covered in black leather. He wears light
blue jeans and black-leather chaps which shows off a
magnificent, full, round bottom. He has a long brown
and grey braided ponytail that reaches mid-back. His
legs are spread wide and he just sits there smokin'
his big ass cigar like the roughest fuckin' dude in
the woods.

He turns his head back and catches me looking. I look
away quickly and start restacking my campfire wood
like that's what I was doin' and not starin' at this
biker dude, jackin' off in my head. My cock is so
rigid in my shorts, it's hard to bend over without
adjusting myself. So I adjust myself. Pull my fat hard
cock to one side of my shorts for some relief. I
wonder if he saw? I take a peek and see he's starin'
at my two-man tent like he's judging my ability to set
one up.

Damn. He has a sexy fuckin' face. Full and round and
darkly beard-stubbled. Eyes as black as night in the
forest. A gruff expression, cigar clenched between his
teeth. Red bandana on top of his head. Doesn't look
like the kissing type, but damn it would be great
feeling that stubble tanglin' with my beard, his
tongue fillin' my mouth, the taste of him.

I look again and he's turned toward me, standing on
the table bench stretching. He's wide at the belly and
his arms are long and strong and I can just imagine
them all wrapped around me and squeezing me blue, my
face deep in his chest hairs, our cocks rubbing like
bears nuzzling^Å

Damn. I'm getting some serious wood.

His package is massive, bulging out from his chaps.
His belly drops over his black leather belt and he has
a thick heavy chain that hangs from his front pocket
to his back pocket. He could rip my head from my
shoulders and gnaw my neck for dinner. Jesus Mary and
Joseph.

I know, I know. Usually these guys are so totally
straight and ready to beat the shit out of you if you
approach them. So I'm playin' it as cool as I can even
though I seriously want to jump on that and ride it
all night. He reaches one beefy fist up and pulls the
cigar from his mouth. Our eyes lock for a moment.

You ever come across a wild animal in the woods? Like
a bear or a cougar? You know that feeling your heart
gets like, "Shit, I'm about to die^Å"? That's how my
heart is. Pounding like a pole driver. This wild
animal of a man stares straight into me. Smoke rises
in a thin line from the cigar in his hand. His other
hand makes a fist. His lips look like they're
growling, but I can't hear him from here.

I'm going to die here in this Forest Service
campground for ogling a hairy, big-bellied, straight
Harley biker and I'm going to die with cocksucking on
my mind.

He jumps down off the picnic table and strides toward
me. He says something, but I can't quite make it out.
His makes a backhanding gesture with his arm and he's
heading toward me.

"What the fuck you lookin' at?" he roars like a
pissed-off grizzly bear. Heard it that time. I put on
my punished dog face and duck my head a bit.

"Sorry. Sorry," I say. "Just lookin' around. Didn't
mean anything by it."

I try a sheepish smile, but he keeps comin' at me. His
chest is not as big as his belly, but I believe it'll
be sufficient. I'm dead meat. He sticks his cigar in
his mouth. He slaps one fist into his other hand.

"What did you say to me, Cocksucker?"

Something in his eyes. Those dark eyes, tellin' me how
to play it. I take a deep breath like it's the last
one I'll ever take. I rub my crotch slowly with a flat
palm. Put on my calmest voice.

"I said, Sir, I was just lookin' the fuck around."

He stops straight in his tracks. His lips spread and
he smiles, but only for a second. Then it's all mean
dark grizzly again.

"That's fuckin' better," he says. He walks straight
toward me and I try to step back, but I fall down onto
the low bench of the picnic table. He steps right up
between my legs.

"Take another deep breath, Cocksucker," he says in a
low earthquake-growly voice. "You may need it."

He's standing inches away from me. His belly is
licking distance from my face. His huge package is
about at my neck and his face is a mile above. He
takes a puff on his cigar and looks at me like he's
waiting. I lean forward and take a long slow sniff at
his belly. It smells of laundry soap and man's sweat
and testosterone and I feel like I'm going to faint.
He growls like he's satisfied.

"You like what you see, Cocksucker?" the biker says
all low and growly.

I try to get enough breath to say, "Yes, Sir," but it
comes out like a whine. I reach for his package.
Before my hand gets to it, he slaps it away.

"Did I say you could touch me, asshole?" he growls.

Now I gotta tell you. I'm usually the one makin' the
calls here. It's not that I'm a prick, I just have
that dominant vibe and usually I end up having it done
for me. I guess I'm pretty much a top. But there are
certain men^Å sexy pushy chasers, chubs with an
attitude or this fuckin' burly biker^Å these guys?
Shit. They can do whatever they want with me.

"Fuck," I say under my breath, putting my hands down.
Makes him grin.

"You think you're one tough sonofabitch, don't you?"
he says, but it comes out sarcastic like he'll smack
me for it.

"Sir," I say looking him in the eyes, "I am whatever
you ask me to be."

He grunts assent and leans forward to put his cigar on
the edge of the table. His arm goes past my head and I
swear to Christ his upper arm is the size of my face.
His chest comes dangerously close to me and I see the
brown and grey hair bursting out of the triangle of
his shirt. I close my eyes and sniff again. He doesn't
pull away.

"Like the smell of a man, don't you, little
Cocksucker?" he says. His hand goes to the back of my
head and he shoves my face into his chest. My nose are
in his sweaty chesthairs and I feel the soft muscle of
his tits on each side of my face. My cock is as hard
as stone and starting to come out of my shorts.

The biker straightens up, then leans back and pushes
my face into his crotch. Jesus, his cock is so hard in
those jeans and I can feel it throbbing against my
nose and cheek and I can feel his big fuckin' balls
against my mouth and chin. He rubs my face in his
crotch and I'm willing. Fuck, I want it bad.

I feel for my cock. It's coming out of the bottom of
my shorts and I pull the skin back and begin slowly
rubbing it down. I grip the back of his meaty thigh
with my other hand for balance. I breathe long heavy
hot breaths into his package and feel his cock goin'
nuts inside his jeans.

Suddenly, the biker pulls my head back by the hair so
I'm lookin' in his face. "Did I say you could jack
off?" the biker says.

I let go of my dick. "No, Sir," I say, "You did not,
Sir."

"You cum first and I'll break your neck," he says. He
grabs hold of his belt and unbuckles it. My mouth
instantly waters. No shit. It fuckin' waters. I
haven't sucked a cock in a while, since like I say,
I'm usually the one gettin' sucked. But this guy's man
enough for me and I'm ready to take it long and deep
or any other way he wants it.

The biker opens his jeans. He's not got any underwear
on. His belly is covered in rich brown fur and his
bush is huge and dense and I really want my nose in
it. His dick is solid hard and very thick. It's not
huge, but it's stickin' straight out and will
certainly do the job. His balls are almost hidden by
long fur and are tucked nice and high above his taint.

"Nice cock, Sir," I say. "May I lick it, please."

The biker leans over and picks up his cigar and for a
moment my head is crushed against his furry belly and
dick. I open my mouth to receive it, but he pulls back
and wags his finger at me. "Not till I say," he
growls. He takes a couple puffs on his cigar.

I've never been so cockhungry in all my life. Swear to
God, I'd do anything this man asks.

He reaches down with his meaty fist and slowly starts
jackin' off in front of me. I whine like a puppy dog.
I can't help it. There's gooey precum coming up
through the slit in his cockhead. My tongue goes out
to lap it and he pushes my head back.

He keeps slowly jackin' and the precum starts to drip
off the edge of his dick all pearly and stringy and
Jesus I can't fuckin' help myself. My tongue goes out
to catch it and this time he doesn't stop me. I lap up
his precum up and the musty taste makes me wild. I go
openmouthed for his cockhead, but before I can slurp
it into my mouth, he pulls his hips back.

"I don't know if you can handle this, Cocksucker," the
biker sighs. "Maybe I should go find someone who can."

I'm practically apoplectic. "Oh no, Sir. No, Sir," I
say. My mouth is full of saliva and that slight musky
taste of precum and I want him so bad I'd burn the
whole forest down to get at his cock.

"Please, Sir, I'll make you feel so good. I'm a good
Cocksucker, Sir. Better than you've ever had before. I
swear, Sir, you'll be pleased with your good fuckin'
Cocksucker."

He pets the back of my head, his eyes to the sky, like
he's considering it. He puffs and puffs on his cigar.
He lets go of his cock and it throbs in midair right
in front of my nose.

I think I'm going to pass out. "Please," I say.

I think I'm going to cry. Fuck. I'm serious. This top
bear is completely cockcrazed and doe-eyed and ready
to shed tears for this hot biker cock. "Please, sir,"
I whimper.

"Open your mouth," the biker says. I do. Wide. I'm so
ready.

He jerks my face down on him and he fucks my mouth. No
warmup, no soft sliding ^Ö we're talking about good
old-fashioned, jawbreaking face fucking and I'm doing
everything I can as his cock pumps in and out and in
and out and in again, everything I can just to keep it
in my mouth and the suction nice and strong and the
guy's just growlin' like a bear fuckin' his only
buddy.

His bulbous cockhead slams deep into my throat and I'm
swallowing and sucking like a crazy man. My uvula is
swelling as he pumps deep into me and I'm moaning,
feelin' the awesome power and might of this hot biker
cock fuckin' my face.

I feel like I'm gonna cum it's so hot. He fucks my
mouth, holding hard to the back of my head and I'm
nothing to him but a hot wet hole and that's all I
want, to please this man, to be his cocksucker, to
make him cum inside me for being the sweet piece of
ass I am.

It doesn't take long before he pops. He groans loud as
buckets of cum pumps into my mouth and streams down my
beard and it's obvious this guy's not cum in a long,
long time. I try not to get strangled on cock and cum,
but I'm so happy and cockhungry I don't really care at
this point.

The biker sighs deep and pulls his hips back. He
slowly pushes it all back into his pants, cock and
balls and bush and all. He zips up and buckles up.
He's got a distant look on his face like he's got what
he wanted and now it's time to go.

"Very good, Cocksucker," he says to me, patting my
head. "You take direction very well."

He turns without much ado and strides back toward his
campsite. I reach for my cock which is ready to burst
with my slightest touch.

The biker turns to me mid-stride. "Did I say?" he
spits at me.

"No, Sir," I say. I pull my hand away from my cock and
instead start wiping the cum from my beard.

The biker grins. "Good little Cocksucker."

Later, getting ready for sleep, I watch the biker
strip down to his beautiful, beefy, hairy biker skin,
fuckin' naked as the day he was born. I watch from my
campsite. My cock's still hangin' out of my shorts,
beating, beating hard in midair.

He knows I'm watchin' him as he putters around his
campsite, his big balls hangin' loose and his cock all
soft but still quite ample. He reaches his arm into
the air and scratches his armpit and I watch the hair
there and my cock is going to split in two.

Finally the biker heads to his tent. Lifting the tent
flap, he turns to me, rubs his hairy belly and shakes
his cock and balls at me.

"All right, Cocksucker," the biker shouts. "Now!"

He watches as I jack off hard and fast, screaming with
the pure pleasure of it, toes curling as I'm cumming
all over the forest floor. The biker's got a twisted
look in his eyes.

"You comin'?" he asks, holding open his tent flap.

"Yes, Sir!" I shout, runnin' for his campsite.

I guess, sometimes even us tough guys just gotta
follow orders.