I walked into the bar looking for trouble and found it in the form of a six-foot-four bear named Rex. Thick black hair covered his arms and chest, spilling out the top of his flannel. His beard was full and gray-streaked, and when he looked at me I knew he wanted to wreck my ass.
We skipped the small talk. He bought me one drink, then growled, My trucks outside. I followed him out. The drive to his cabin took twenty minutes and the whole time his big hand stayed on my thigh, squeezing hard.
Inside the cabin he didnt waste time. He shoved me against the wall and kissed me rough, beard scratching my face while his tongue pushed deep. His hands went straight to my ass, grabbing both cheeks and spreading them through my jeans.
Strip, he ordered. I peeled off my clothes fast. Rex did the same. His body was pure bear: broad gut, heavy pecs covered in dark fur, thick legs, and a fat cock already half-hard and leaking. The head was wide and the shaft curved up a little.
He pushed me to my knees. Suck it. I opened my mouth and took the head first, tongue licking the salty precum. Rex grabbed the back of my head and fed me more, pushing until his cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged but he held me there, hips rocking slow.
Thats it, boy. Choke on this bear dick. Spit ran down my chin. He fucked my face for a few minutes, balls slapping my chin, then pulled out and lifted me up.
He bent me over the arm of his couch. One thick finger pushed into my hole dry at first, then he spit on it and worked two fingers in. I grunted while he opened me up, twisting and stretching.
Fuck, youre tight. Gonna feel good around my cock. He pulled his fingers out, lined up, and shoved in. The stretch burned but I pushed back, wanting it. Rex buried every inch in one thrust and started pounding right away. His heavy balls swung and slapped my ass with every stroke.
He fucked like he owned me, deep and hard, one hand gripping my hip and the other reaching around to jerk my cock. Take it, slut. Take this bear cock. His voice was low and rough. Sweat dripped off his hairy chest onto my back.
After a while he flipped me onto the couch on my back, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. The new angle let him hit my prostate every time. My cock leaked onto my stomach while he railed me.
Rex leaned down and bit my neck, beard rubbing my skin raw. You like getting fucked by a real man, dont you? I could only moan yes. He sped up, hips slapping loud against my ass.
He pulled out before he came and made me kneel again. Open your mouth. I did and he stroked his thick cock fast, shooting thick ropes across my tongue and face. Some landed in my beard. He rubbed the head through the mess, smearing it.
Then he dropped to his knees, pushed me onto my back on the floor, and swallowed my cock. His beard tickled my balls while he sucked hard. Two of his fingers slid back into my used hole and he finger-fucked me while he worked my dick. I came down his throat in seconds, hips jerking.
We lay there breathing heavy for a minute. Rex stood up, pulled me to my feet, and walked me to the bedroom.
Were not done yet.
He fucked me twice more that night. Once on my stomach with him lying full weight on top of me, his hairy gut pressed to my back while he ground deep. The second time he sat on the edge of the bed and I rode him, his hands guiding my hips up and down on his cock until he filled my ass with another load.
By morning my hole was sore and leaking, my thighs sticky with dried cum. Rex made coffee, handed me a mug, and said, Come back next weekend. Ill bring a buddy. Two bears this time.
I already knew I would.
