Date: Thu, 17 May 2018 21:32:25 +0200
From: JG
Subject: Joe Compressor Part 1

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.