Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2022 20:08:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rob <rob83401@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Devious Pocket Bear - Encounters, Anonymous, Voyeurism

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"Will you do as you're told? This will have to be on my terms."
"Yes Sir! I kinda like to be told what to do."

"Good boy."

*********************************************************

It was just getting dark when I headed out. It had cooled a bit as the
sun went down. It was still a warm summer night and I was starting to
sweat a bit as I parked down the street from his house. It was an older
neighborhood. The houses were smaller than out in the suburbs, with
compact lawns; but they were well maintained. It smelled like freshly
mowed grass. The street lights had come on. A few people were sitting out
on their front porches hoping to catch a little breeze. The contrast
appealed to me. I was strolling down the sidewalk, returning greetings
from the friendly folks with a nod and a smile; secretly knowing I was on
my way to peek through their neighbor's window and beat off while he
roughs up a naked, submissive cub.

We didn't get off to a great start online. I seldom make the first move
on the apps. I'd seen his profile.  His list of sexual interests seemed
right up my alley. Pun intended. But the lack of a photo and the obvious
omission of his age were a drawback.  He hadn't filled in the height and
weight fields; just listed his body type as muscular/stocky. Even though
he spelled out the fact that he was a total top looking for a bottom
bear, and this in a town where top guys are a rare commodity; I moved on
to the next profile. So I was surprised when he messaged me with a full
body photo, wearing only a bulging jockstrap that looked like it had
rarely been washed.

Judging by his handsome, bearded face, I would've guessed he was in his
mid fifties. Several years older than me. From the neck down though, he
could have passed for a man half his age; a college wrestler maybe. His
arms and upper body were pumped and perfectly hairy.  The thighs and
calves are what made me think 'wrestler'. I was imagining my head locked
between them, unable (or unwilling) to get away. In short, he looked like
my dream top. So you might understand why I was so pissed when the
fantasy pic was closely followed by a message that said,


"You look like a hot piece of ass; but you're too fucking big".


What the fuck, man. This isn't fuckin' Grindr. This is a bear app, buddy.
For the record, I'm six foot three and I weigh about 240. Yes, I do have
a belly! Deal with it! That's why I'm on a fuckin' bear hookup app. I'll
never understand some guys. Even if he was scrolling through the profiles
and thought to himself, "I'd fuck him if he wasn't so fat", what would
make him think it's a good idea to tell me that? Why wouldn't he just
move on to the next profile? Before any readers write to tell me that
being a bear doesn't necessarily mean fat. I get that. It's just that
guys on this app are usually a little more in tune with body positivity.

Initially, I was just going to ignore him. But the more I thought about
it, I decided that even if he was going to be a dick, I was going to be
the bigger man. That pun was fucking intended, too. Try and keep up.


"Hey, buddy. Your photo you sent was hot AF! Hope you find what you're
looking for tonight, stud.
  To be honest, not really sure why you messaged to say I was too fat to
fuck.
  I do have a mirror, even though I don't spend much time in front of it.
  Play nice, buddy"


He quickly messaged me back to apologize. That was a point in his favor.


"Sorry.
  I looked at my chat again, I see how that sounded.
  I was trying to give ya a compliment.
 That's why I said ya looked like a hot fuck.
  I didn't mean you were fat; just that you're big.
 Your 6'3" and I'm only 5'4".
 I'm a pocket bear.
 When you're 5'4", calling someone big is a good thing.
 So, sorry for the way that sounded;
 But you see why I can't top you."


I went back to look at the photo again. A pocket bear, huh? That's a new
one for me. Maybe it was intentional that the pic was cropped so there
was nothing in the frame for size comparison. Just a fucking hot hairy
muscle bear with everything in proportion. I can't imagine turning down
someone like him because he wasn't tall enough; but I suppose it
happens.

I should have just left it at that; but I never know when to shut up.


"Honestly stud? I don't see why you can't top me.
 Most guys I hook up with are shorter than me.
 Sometimes smaller guys want me to top them. I'm okay with that.
 It's not like I don't get my share of rejections;
 But I've never had a guy turn me down cause of my height."

"Sorry. It's just that I'm kinda sensitive about my size. Nothing
against you."


Okay. Maybe I do know when to shut up. So long as he knows it's his
issue and not mine. If he would be uncomfortable, that's fair. He is
damn good looking though, and the pouch on that jock looks like it's
barely holding back whatever's inside. I've spent too much time on this
app today anyway.  It was an hour later when I got an alert on my phone.
The pocket bear was back. Really?


"Sorry again, about that stuff earlier."

"It's okay, man. To each, their own."

"Glad you see it my way."

"I don't really. I don't see it your way, but I'm not going to push ya.
 So you really just fuck guys shorter than you?"

"Mostly. Or close to my size."

"Just seems like that would seriously limit your options"

"You'd be surprised.
  Lots of short, chubby bears are out there needing dicked down.
  In fact, I just found a hot, submissive cub.
  He wants to be used rough tonight."


There had better be more to this. Did he message me to let me know he's
gonna score? After he turned me down?  Fuckhead!


"Congrats, man. Hope you two have fun."


I am definitely over this guy now. Looks like I'll be beating off alone
tonight. But my sexy, pocket bear keeps chatting.


"How about you? Did you find someone?


This is getting worse by the minute. I wish I hadn't told him to 'play
nice' earlier. I'll look like a jerk if I tell him to Fuck Off now. I was
tempted to lie and tell him I had a hottie lined up. A tall one! But I'm
not going to sink to his level.


"Nope. While you're balls deep in your lucky bear, I'll be jacking off
and wiping it up with my sock."


Now why did I have to make that seem so bleak? I fucking love to whack
off. Somehow I've managed to make it sound pathetic.


"I was afraid you might have made plans by now.
 I wanted to make up for my clumsy comment earlier.
 Your profile says "I Like To Watch".
 Is that for real?
 Cause I get hard as fuck when I think about being watched."

"Cool. So do I, man."

 "I mentioned our chat to the sub cub who's coming over tonight.
  He said being watched is a real turn-on for him, too."

"Really? What are you trying to say?
 Are you inviting me over tonight?
 To watch the two of you?"

"That's what I was hoping. What do you think?"

"I'd be down for that."

"Will you do as you're told? This will have to be on my terms."

"Yes, Sir. I kinda like to be told what to do."

"Good Boy!"

********************************************************

So that's why I'm strolling down the sidewalk in this quiet neighborhood.
Since it's a warm night, I'm just wearing shorts, t-shirt and sneakers.
I'm also wearing my lucky jockstrap. It's been a hell of a long time
since I was a boy scout; but I've adopted their Be Prepared motto when it
comes to hookups. The plan is just to have me watch and stroke; but you
never know what's going to happen, do you. If by any chance I'm invited
to join in, my butt is clean and ready. Just covering all the bases.

There is a blue Jeep parked on the far side of the driveway, just like he
said. My instructions are to walk between the Jeep and the garage,
through the gate into the backyard and make myself comfortable on the
patio that runs along the back of the house. He said it would be obvious
where I was supposed to sit. I see the roof of the house extends out over
the seating area; and there is a trellis covered with honeysuckle vines
that he said would hide me from view of any of the neighbors.  He assured
me that the vines didn't just block the view of his bedroom window from
over the neighbor's fences; they would also prevent me from being seen
should I want to jerk-off while I watched. More precisely, one of the
conditions of my being here was that I expected to stroke while I watch
the show. I was also told to keep the app open on my phone with the
volume off. I was to let him know when I was in place. He would also use
it to communicate with me, if needed.

It had gotten dark fast. The blinds were closed on the windows on the
back of the house, preventing much light from spilling out. I had to use
my phone to light my way to the "viewing area". He wasn't kidding when he
said my viewing spot would be obvious. He had thoughtfully arranged a
chaise lounge outside a large full-length window. Beside the lounger was
a little table where he'd thoughtfully left the following items: two icy
cold bottles of beer, a bottle of poppers, one small pump bottle of lube
and a small hand towel. All this just to beat my meat? Christ! This
fucker was organized. It makes more sense now, that he told me he'd put a
lot of preparation into this and that I damned well better show up on
time and obey his rules. We discussed our mutual disdain for flakey dudes
on the apps. I promised him I would be here.

I send him a message to let him know that I'm in place.  A minute later,
the blinds open. They are the kind with wide slats, so with them open I
have a clear view of a very nice room. The bed is only a few feet away
from me. As my Pocket Bear, let's call him PBear, steps away from the
window, I'm drawn in by his hairy ass framed with the straps of his jock.
That is the full extent of his wardrobe. He goes over to the nightstands
and dims the lamps that sit on each one. Then without acknowledging me,
he closes the door as he leaves the room. I couldn't ask for a better
viewing spot. Even though the room isn't brightly lit, from my vantage
point outside it's like sitting in a darkened theater. If the action
takes place on the bed, I've got the best seat in the house.

I crack open one of the beers and lean back on the chaise with my hand in
my shorts, ready for the show to begin.  While I wait, I think about how
weird this whole situation is. I do love to try new things. I realize
that some guys might be put off by being a 'peeping tom', even if it is a
consensual agreement.  A lot of dudes might think this whole setup is
creepy; but in my mind, it's like being a bystander while they film a
porno. The quick glimpse I got of my PBear already has my cock buzzing.
He looked insanely sexy. I started to wonder if his strict rule on
'bottom height' was just his preference, or if he thought taller men
would view him as an unacceptable partner. For me, it's all about the
attitude. I've topped and been topped by guys of all shapes and sizes.

I don't have to wait long before the bedroom door opens again. Holy fuck,
is this going to be fun. My PBear has added a leather harness to go with
his jock. It snuggly accentuates his hard-earned pecs. He's pulled on a
pair of black leather boots and he's sporting a leather band around one
bicep. The final touch is a well-worn Yankees cap. If that sounds funny,
let me tell you, he looked smoking hot. If that daddy had given me the
nod, no matter how tall he was (or wasn't); I would be doing his bidding
in an instant. As he comes in the room, he's pushing a younger guy in
front of him. Guiding him, really; since the cub was wearing a padded
blindfold. When I say younger, I would guess he was in his thirties. His
outfit for the night consisted of: well, nothing really. Just the
blindfold for him.

I can't be mad that this young man was picked over me for tonight. Even
if height had not been a concern, he would be anyone's first choice. He
was about the same height as his Master. He was the quintessential cub.
He was beefy, furry and fucking perfect. He wasn't ripped like PBear, but
he was far from fat. He had a closely cropped beard and a furry chest,
His slightly rounded belly had a treasure trail that led to a trimmed,
but still hairy crotch. His cock was heavy, half-hard and hung down over
a full set of balls.  I'll be the first to admit that they looked hot as
fuck together. I'm almost glad PBear rejected me. This is turning out to
be a porno that I would gladly pay to watch.

My private show starts with some amazing kissing. Before long, both of
them are grinding against each other. Without interrupting the makeout
session, PBear slides a hand down the cub's furry crack and begins
teasing his hole. I envy the cub and the heightened sensation he must be
feeling with that blindfold on. As his Master's finger probes deeper I
can see him shiver. Then, PBear's hands are on the cub's shoulders,
pushing him to his knees. The cub inhales. I'm imagining how that raunchy
old jockstrap must smell. PBear wastes no time pushing his jock pouch to
the side and feeding his fat, uncut cock to his cub. He holds the younger
man's  head with both hands to control just how much of that bear dick
the cub gets to consume.

The action so far is taking place on the far side of the bed. I've got a
great view; but can't help wishing they would move closer. With his cock
down the cub's throat, Pbear reaches over to the nightstand and turns the
bedside lamp up one notch. Much better. Then, in the first time he has
acknowledged me so far, he looks directly at me and gives me a wink. I
respond with a thumbs up. It seems like a perfect time to tuck the
waistband of my jock and shorts under my balls. That earns me my own
thumbs up from my host, who then opens the top drawer of the nightstand
and produces a pair of nipple lamps connected by a chain. He puts them on
his own nipples, gives the chain a tug as a test, then adjusts the
tension on each clamp. He tugs again and grimaces. One more adjustment
and he grabs his cub under the arms and lifts him up and onto the bed.

With cubby flat on his back, PBear climbs up near the headboard and sits
so his balls dangle over the youngster's mouth. Happy with the tension
adjustment on the nip clamps, he takes them off his own nipples and
attaches them to his sub. The cub squirms but keeps himself occupied
licking at his Master's scrotum. The older bear pulls back his hips to
angle his dripping cock into the mouth below him. Leaning forward, he
starts to fuck the cub's face as he reaches down to get his finger back
in that furry hole. Everything about the scene is driving me crazy. I'm
still stroking; but trying to pace myself. These two have me so fucking
horny that I'm sure I could blast a couple of times. Still, to delay
peaking too soon, I take my hand off my own boner. I am working my nips,
though; wishing I was the one wearing those clamps.

PBear shifts his body forward and pulls the cub's fat butt up off of the
bed. It gives me an amazing view of the sub cub's furry crack. The view
becomes even more intoxicating when PBear pulls those cheeks wide and
spears his tongue into the hole that had been hidden by all that curly
hair. Even though I can't really tell from my angle, it appears that the
Alpha daddy's own asshole is right over his cub's mouth. Two holes
getting a tongue bath at the same time. PBear starts adding fingers in
with his tongue and looks over at me as I see the cub's hole blossom
open. I can't keep my hand off my own cock now. I wish I could hear the
noises inside the house. There is bound to be some moaning and groaning
going on in there, as well as the slurping sounds.

I stand up to get a better look as the dominant daddy stands on the bed.
Still holding the boys legs back, he spits into the eager hole and is
soon rubbing the head of his cock on that pucker. PBear looks over to see
me standing so I can see the penetration. He makes eye contact with me
and grins as he sinks his fat cock all the way to the hilt. Holy shit!
His cock is longer than I thought. It is also pretty damn fat. He holds
it in place for a minute, letting the cub get used to it.  Then he's off
to the races. With long determined strokes, he starts fucking the cub.
After a few minutes, he looks over to see me craning my neck to watch. He
holds up one finger in a 'just a minute' sign. He pulls out and walks to
the end of the bed, before stepping down and dragging the cub along with
him.

He pulls the cub up on his feet and after a brief makeout session, he
positions his bottom sub so that he is facing me. He pushes him forward
until he is against the window. There is just the pane of glass between
us now. The cub blindly puts his hands against the window to support
himself and I automatically put my hands opposite his. From behind, the
Alpha daddy plows back into the now-opened ass and starts to pump. My
eyes are glued to the action. Then PBear reaches up and in one quick
motion, he pulls the cub's blindfold off.

The cub goes fucking ballistic! It's a big enough shock to have a
blindfold quickly removed when your eyes have been accustomed to the
dark. The fact that my face was inches from his when he could finally
see, was more than he could handle. PBear never stopped fucking; but he
instinctively wrapped his arms tight around his prey to immobilize him. I
know it had to be surprising; but the cub's sustained reaction made me
wonder whether he had really been warned that I was there watching. In
our chats, PBear had only said they were both into being watched.  Is it
possible that I was meant to be a surprise? Maybe the cub said he liked
the idea of being watched; but wasn't aware it was on the agenda for
tonight. Still holding him tight, and still fucking him; the Dom had his
mouth right up to the cub's ear. I couldn't make out what he was saying.
I imagined he was trying to calm him down. It must have worked because
before long the sub relaxed and pushed his fat butt back against his
invader.

I was shocked enough by the cub's reaction that I had stopped jerking
off. Now that he started to relax, I looked down to see a long string of
precum hanging off the end of my cock. I may have stopped stroking
briefly; but I was harder than I'd been all night. I know some dominant
Alpha's like to use the element of surprise. I've been on the receiving
end of that before. Sometimes it's great; but even when you are in a
submissive headspace, a surprise like that can make you angry. It might
even make you question the trust you've placed in your Dom. After the
first big surprise, you wonder what else he might have up his sleeve. I
suppose that it's all part of the game. It's difficult to remain angry
when a big-dicked top is deep in your ass. From what I can see, he's in
there pretty fucking deep.

The sexy, young cub's eyes are rolling back in his head. As he comes back
down to earth, he locks his eyes on mine. I detect the beginnings of a
smile. I put my hands back on the window so our palms are together. The
PBear is railing him pretty hard. Through the glass, I can faintly feel
the impact of each thrust. I'm starting to get lost in the moment when
the cub's eyes open wide in horror again. I give him a questioning
look.

It's a split second later when I feel a large body press against my back.
At the same time, strong arms wrap around me and hold me tight. One hand
is on my throat and the other has both of my arms trapped against me.
It's all so totally unexpected, I can see how people might piss
themselves in shock. I reflexively try to break loose. This fucker is
strong. I look in the window to see PBear's lips move up next to his
captive's ear; calming him again. Then that Alpha bastard looks directly
at me and his face breaks out into the most devious grin. He's planned
this whole fucking thing. I stop fighting when I hear the deep voice
growl in my ear.


"Fuck yeah! Don't fight me, stud. You're lucky I didn't go with my first
plan: yank your shorts down and shove my big dick up your ass before you
knew what was going on. That's why I ask your host to set out that bottle
of lube. But I don't think I'm in a 'lube' kinda mood tonight. So if you
don't want my fat cock in your cunt with just spit to ease the way, this
is your chance to leave."


I had no intention of leaving, now did I? I'm not going to lie; that
initial contact scared the fuck out of me. If this stranger wasn't so
fucking strong, I would have worked my way out of his grip. It all
happened so goddamn fast. From the time the terror showed in the cub's
eyes to the time PBear gave me that smug, self-satisfied grin that clued
me in; it was only a matter of seconds. I can be a pig, ya know. I
already told you that I'd cleaned out my ass hoping to get fucked
tonight. Does it make any difference that I don't have a fucking clue who
is behind me? I suppose not. If I stay, I'm implying my consent to take
his dick using only spit. I can feel how hard he is against me; but I
have no way of knowing what size tool he's working with.


"I guess 'no answer' means yes. The little stud told me you're such a
slut that you would probably bring a cleaned-out ass to the party. Was he
wrong?"

"No."

"What the fuck did you just say to me?"

"Sir. No Sir. He wasn't wrong."

"Good boy. That wasn't so hard, was it?"


He slid his hands down onto my hips; still gripping me tight, he dropped
to his knees behind me. With no preliminaries, he spread my cheeks and
attached his lips to my hole. At first it felt like he was trying to suck
my soul out of my body. Then he was spitting and shoving so much saliva
in me that I could feel it dripping onto my thighs. I start to wonder if
there's any correlation between tongue size and penis size. This dude was
probing unbelievably deep. Whether it was enough to ease his entry or
not, I was going to know soon. As he stood up, he jammed two fingers
inside me. He pulled them out and reached around to shove them in my
mouth. I slobbered on them as much as I could. Then they were back in my
hole. While he frigged me, he gave me my next command.


"Open my beer, pig."


His beer? It never dawned on me to question why PBear put out two
bottles. Thank god I hadn't finished the first one and started in on
'His'. It seemed like he downed half the bottle before he pushed my
shoulders forward, bending me at the waist. Then I felt him drooling the
beer from his mouth, letting it run down my ass crack as he continued to
finger-bang me. Then he put both hands on the small of my back and rested
his weight on me, tilting my hips up to get my hole at the angle he
wanted. I felt the head of his cock at the top of my crack. He slowly
slid it down the hairy trench until it caught on my ass lips. Then
drizzling beer straight from the bottle onto the point where we were
connected, he slowly drove his cock into me; not stopping until I could
feel his balls smack against mine. I was biting my tongue. And it wasn't
to stop myself from screaming in pain. If I were in a place with no noise
restraints, I would have let loose with a string of expletives and begged
him to fuck the hell out of me. This rough motherfucker knew what he was
doing. I can't give you dimensions; my ass is talented, but not in that
way. I can tell you it was fuckin' big. It was abso-fucking-lutely
perfect. It was even better when he leaned forward and started growling
in my ear.


"Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah, you slutty little pig. You've taken a dick or two
up that furry cunt, haven't ya? Some guys still can't take me; some won't
even try. It's my lucky day when I find a sub who's as hungry for cum as
I am for a hairy pussy. Fuck yeah! You know how to take a cock. You know
how to treat a man. You probably only take it raw, too. I can feel your
cunt grabbing hold of my bare cock. You're trying to milk the jizz right
out of me, aren't ya? Aren't ya, fucker? That was a question!"

"Yes, Sir. You feel fucking amazing. Feels like you're splitting me in
two and I fucking love it!"

"Good boy. But that wasn't the question.  You love my fat, raw cock up
your ass! Are you hungry for my load? You want me to breed that hole? You
want to feel me shoot my nut up there?"

"Yes, Sir! Please! I want your load, Sir!"

"Of course, you fucking do. You're a pig. I love a fucking hairy pig who
knows what he wants. I told the little bear I haven't cum for three days.
Told him if he found me a good piece of ass, I wasn't going to last five
minutes. You'll be happy to know he ordered up a quick, rough fuck for
ya!  Works for me. I figure if I pump you full of seed and leave your
hole a gooey mess; the next time I snap my fingers, you're gonna drive
across town and bend over for me anytime I want. How does that sound,
little pig? Have I got you pegged?"

"Yes, Sir. Whenever you want."

"Open those poppers, slut."


I grab the bottle of poppers from the table, loosen the lid and pass it
back to my breeder. When he briefly stops thrusting, I look up and
realize that I've been so caught up in getting my own ass fucked, that I
haven't been paying attention to the couple inside the house. PBear is
still fucking his cub from behind. He has the cub's head twisted to the
side so they can make out. He's tugging on the chain hanging from the
cub's nips as fucks him with slow determined strokes.  The cub's cock is
rock hard; pointing straight up and leaking precum. When PBear sees me
watching, he flashes that self-satisfied evil grin. I've got to give him
credit. He has managed to turn this night into a fucking epic encounter.

I'm brought back to my situation when the popper bottle passes under my
nose. My alpha stud manages to pinch one nostril closed wit his thumb
while he waits for me to inhale. He repeats with my other nostril, before
taking one last huff for himself. I feel the rush and brace myself,
knowing he's going to be pounding me hard. As he starts to slam into me
again, PBear picks up the pace with his cub. I can see him whispering in
the cub's ear again, as he piledrives that furry round ass. Not to be
outdone, my fucker begins to ram by ass hard. He twists one nipple as he
growls into my ear again.


"It's coming, boy. I am so damn close to flooding your guts with my DNA.
Look at that sexy, fuckin' cub in there stroking that big cock. You know
he's going to start squirting the minute his alpha starts unloading in
him. Grab your cock, son! You've got about sixty seconds to start
emptying those big nuts. I'm not giving you my sperm until I feel your
hole squeeze my hog while you shoot. Don't let me down, fucker. You
fucking cum when your top tells you to!"


PBear was the first to go. He slammed his hips tight against the little
cub; and for the first time I could hear his growl through the window. As
he snarled and shook, a river of spunk shot out of the cub's fat dick and
splattered the glass between us. That's all it took for me. Seconds
later, I let loose with my own gusher. It hit the window with so much
force it splashed back all over us.


"Fuck yeah! That's my boy. Work those ass muscles! Take my fuckin'
bareback load up your hairy cunt! Fuckin' hell!"


I could feel him spasm inside me with each volley. He didn't let up his
tight hold on me until he had drained his balls. As he let his softening
cock plop out of my ass, PBear leaned toward the window and closed the
blinds. I guess the show was over. My breeder pushed me forward and
probed my cummy hole with a couple of fingers. When he reached around me,
I thought he wanted me to suck them clean. Instead, he smeared a huge
glob of his cum under my nose. When he was done, it was in my nostrils
and dripping from my moustache.


"Leave that there, pig. Don't you dare wipe it off.  I want you to smell
me on your way home. You're going to wait five minutes before you turn
around."


Still behind me, he picked up my phone from the table and held it in
front of my face so it would unlock.  I knew he was entering his number
and I heard his phone chirp when it received the text. It's almost like
he's done this before. When he was gone, I bent down to pull up my jock
and shorts. Fuck, do I love to try new things. I felt well-fucked.
Content. I had to use my phone again to light the way out of the backyard
until I got to the front of the house.  I was surprised to see the cub
just closing the front door on his way out. Our paths intersected as we
got to the street. I was uncertain how he'd react. Do I just say hi and
keep moving? He broke the ice by giving me a goofy grin and then threw
his arm over my shoulder like we were old pals.


"Hey! Good to meet you without that fucking glass between us."

"Same here. From your reaction, I'm guessing he didn't tell you I was
going to be watching you guys."

"No. No, he did not. I can't be too mad, though. It ended up being pretty
fuckin' awesome."

"I know, right? I mean, I still don't know what my guy looked like.
Helluva fuck though."

"Fuck, he was hot. Even hotter than my dude! You didn't see him after?"

"He wouldn't let me turn around. He put his number in my phone though."

"So you're going to get that dick again. Sweet! I'd fucking love to get
in on that, if you don't mind sharing that is."

"Mind? I'd fuckin' love it. Just the thought of licking your furry
crack after he's filled you up is getting me boned up again."

"Well, I've got an ass full of sperm right now. Same you. It'd be a
shame to let it go to waste."


My motto, after Be Prepared, is you can never have too many friends. This
hot fucking cub doesn't care how tall I am. Plus, I already know he's a
pig, like me. I'm not turning down a chance to get him naked without
that fucking window separating us.

Looks like it might be a late night.



Hey! I saw you jerking off just now!
Wipe down your electronic device and send me an email.
It'll only take 3 minutes and it'll motivate me to write something else.
Talk dirty to me!
Rob83401@yahoo.com