The bar was packed with smoke and sweat when I spotted him. Big guy, six-four easy, thick beard, belly pushing out his flannel shirt like he didn’t give a fuck. Hair curled out the top and sleeves. My kind of bear. I walked over, grabbed two beers, and didn’t waste time.
“Name’s Jake,” I said, handing him one. “You look like you could break me in half.”
He grinned, teeth white against the dark beard. “Mike. And yeah, I could.” His voice was low and rough. We drank fast, eyes locked. Ten minutes later we were in his truck heading to his cabin outside town.
The door barely shut before he shoved me against it. His mouth crashed on mine, beard scratching my face, tongue pushing deep. I grabbed his thick ass through his jeans and squeezed. Hard muscle under soft fat. My cock was already throbbing.
“Strip,” he growled. We tore clothes off right there in the living room. His body was pure bear: broad hairy chest, dark fur running down to a round gut, then lower to a fat uncut cock already leaking. His balls hung heavy. My own body wasn’t small either, but next to him I felt lean. Didn’t matter. He wanted me.
Mike pushed me to my knees. “Suck it.” I didn’t hesitate. I took that thick cock in my mouth, tongue sliding under the foreskin, tasting salt and musk. He groaned and grabbed my head with both hands, feeding me more until my nose hit the bush at the base. Hair tickled my face. I gagged but kept going, throat working around him.
“Fuck yeah, take that bear cock,” he muttered. He started thrusting, using my mouth like a hole. Spit ran down my chin onto my own chest hair. When he pulled out I was gasping, lips swollen.
He hauled me up and bent me over the arm of the couch. Big hands spread my ass cheeks. “Look at that hairy hole.” A thick finger pushed in dry at first, then he spat on it and worked two in. I pushed back, wanting more. He finger-fucked me rough, stretching me open while his free hand slapped my ass.
“Gonna breed this ass,” he said. I heard the rip of a condom packet and the squirt of lube. Then the blunt head of his cock pressed against me. One hard shove and he was inside, balls deep. I yelled from the stretch. He didn’t wait. He started pounding, hips slapping my ass, gut resting on my lower back with every thrust. The couch creaked under us.
I reached down and jerked my own cock in time with his strokes. His hairy belly rubbed against me. Sweat mixed with the smell of our bodies. He grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise and changed angle, nailing my prostate on every stroke. “Take it, cub,” he snarled. “Fuckin’ take that load.”
He fucked me like that for a long time, switching between deep grinding and fast jackhammer thrusts. When he finally came he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, pulsing inside me. I shot all over the couch cushion right after, hole clenching around him.
We didn’t stop there. He pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the floor, and straddled my chest. His cock, still half-hard and shiny, slapped my face. “Clean it.” I licked him clean while he stroked my spent dick back to life. Once I was hard again he turned around, lowered that thick hairy ass onto my face, and started sucking me.
Sixty-nine on the cabin floor. His hole was musky and tight. I ate him out while he swallowed my cock. He rocked his ass on my tongue, moaning around my shaft. When he was ready he climbed off, rolled on another condom, and sat on my cock. I watched that big belly and hairy chest bounce as he rode me. His own cock swung heavy, slapping my stomach with every drop of his hips.
We switched positions again. He put me on all fours on the rug and took me from behind once more, slower this time but just as deep. One hand reached around to pinch my nipples while the other stroked my cock. I came again, shooting onto the floor. He followed soon after, filling the condom inside me with a long growl.
Later we lay there catching our breath, bodies slick and tangled. Mike’s thick arm draped over my chest. “Stay the night,” he said. “I’m not done with you yet.”
By morning we’d fucked twice more—once in the shower with him holding me up against the tiles, and once with me riding him in the bed while sunlight came through the window. Every time his hairy body covered mine I felt owned, used, and exactly where I belonged. We didn’t exchange numbers. We didn’t need to.
That night gave us exactly what we came for: raw, sweaty, no-limits bear sex that left us both sore and satisfied.
