Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2022 01:52:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rob <rob83401@yahoo.com>
Subject: Viewing The Bear Exhibit - Encounters

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I wasn't even hunting for dick, I swear. Though I admit that's rarely the
case. I'm usually looking for dick. I sensed him standing there before I
saw him.

"You mind if I sit here?"

I glanced around the hotel atrium lobby to confirm what I already knew.
There were lots of other places to park a butt. But I'm a nice a guy. I
nodded my assent before I bothered to look up at him. Then when I did
look up.....Whoa! Fuckin' hell! Did my dick really just chub up that
fast?

If I'd looked at him first, I wouldn't have passive-aggressively scoped
out all the empty seats as a nonverbal "Why sit at my table. Kinda busy
here." If I had looked at him first, I probably would have stuttered and
made a fool of myself trying to say something witty. I probably would
have been temporarily tongue tied. Yup. He looked that good. Not only did
he look good, he also smelled fuckin' awesome! He was well aware how
many empty seats there were without my little scan-the-vacant-chairs
shtick. This hunkasaurus wanted to sit by me. Fuck. I'm so sorry now that
I just used that goofy word; but in my defense, he was a hunk and he was
fuckin' big.

He sat his phone and his coffee cup on the table before flipping his
chair around and sitting on it backwards, resting his arms on the back as
he faced me. That was weird. Might've even seemed a little douche-y if
anyone else had done it. This guy had confidence, though. Confidence is
fucking sexy in my book.  By sitting that way, crossing his arms on the
back of the chair; he was leaning toward me. Because of his height,
he looking down at me. All attention on me. I had a boss who used to do
that. A poorly disguised attempt to intimidate while appearing casually
chummy. I fucking hated it. But then again, that boss didn't make my dick
hard. Right now, my dick is so goddamn hard.

A description isn't going to do him justice. He wasn't young or ripped.
That wouldn't have done it for me. He was probably early forties, 6'4",
broad shouldered, bearded. The dude had a belly. I do love a big, hairy
bear. He was wearing a long-sleeved rugby pullover with a single broad
horizontal stripe drawing my eye to his impressive chest. It was open at
the neck so I had a glimpse of his chest hair. He had on knee-length,
loose fitting khaki shorts, exposing his furry tree-trunk legs. Do I need
to tell you crotch watchers what happens when a big guy sits down and his
shorts ride up his thighs? With his legs spread wide to straddle the
chair, the fabric was pulled so fucking tight in those shorts. He had no
secrets from me now. All was revealed. Impressive! The big man was going
commando today.

Are you nervous that I haven't said anything yet? Actually, all the above
only took a matter of seconds. I just wanted you to know why I was so
damn hard. And this was before I could even know that I was only minutes
away from taking this hunk's cock down my throat. He spoke again.

"Look at your phone, dude. I sent you a message."

Huh? What? Do I know this guy? Oh, I would fucking remember if I knew
this guy. When I opened my phone, I saw I had a message on Scruff. Ohhhh.
I get it. A message from a profile less than 100 feet away. I click on
the thumbnail showing the face that is currently in front of me. All it
says is:

             Wanna Flip? Room 341
             Needs to happen NOW

I still haven't spoken to this handsome fucker. Now I really am tongue
tied. I can't help but think I'm punching above my weight here. Then
again, he came after me. I mean, he literally came down to find me when I
hadn't responded to his chat. I answered in my usual witty style.

"Uh. Yeah. I guess so."

C'mon, man! I guess so? Pull yourself together! He gives me a guarded
look.

"I didn't mean 'I guess'. Sorry. I meant Fuck Yes, I do!"

"That's better. Just relax, buddy. I know I caught you off guard."

"It's just that you kinda seem out of my league, stud!"

"Bullshit! Don't ever sell yourself short, bud. Remember, I picked you.
I know what I like, dude. Your profile said you're VERS and that you like
big, beefy guys!  I'm not trying to be pushy but we have to check out off
our room in two hours."

We? Did he say 'we'? Not that it would make any difference, but do I ask?

"Uh. Did you say we?"

"Oh, it's okay. It's me and my partner. He's not playing though, just you
and me. Is that okay?

"Sure. I mean, I don't mind if he's in on it."

"Nope. He's being punished. It's just going to be the two of us fucking
like animals. What do ya think?"

He looks around to see if anyone is paying attention; then motions for me
to lean in closer. He looks directly down into my eyes as he whispers to
me.

"Look at my shorts when I stand up, buddy. You have me so fucking hard;
and I fucking love to be watched!"

When he stands and straightens up to his full height, my eyes were
bugging out of their sockets. He makes sure I get a good look at his
poorly concealed erection before he pulls his shirt down to try and cover
himself. He's kidding himself. You can see his hard-on tenting out the
bottom hem of his shirt. He throws his arm over my shoulder like we're
old friends and hustles me over to the elevator. Once the doors close, he
cups my ass cheek with one huge palm.

"That ass is perfect, dude. I like 'em meaty. I usually just top; but
it's really important that I get fucked today, too. You sure you're up
for it?"

Instead of waiting for an answer, he gropes my junk with his other hand.
Do you remember how hard I said I was?

"Fuck yeah! That is exactly what my bear hole needs."

His room is just across the hall from the elevator. I jump him the second
the door closes. You guys know the drill. It's like we're trying to
devour each other. He's three inches taller than me and outweighs me by a
good sixty pounds. He pushes me into the bright marble-clad bathroom and
starts the shower. He pulls my shirt over my head before bending toward
me, arms outward so I can do the same to him. He lets his shorts drop as
he pushes down my jeans and boxers. As he forces his tongue into my
mouth, he teases my asshole with a fat finger. Content with the moan he
coaxes from me, he nudges me into the shower. I stand under the shower
spray and watch him stand over the toilet, pushing down on his fat, uncut
boner in an attempt to direct a forceful piss stream into the bowl.

If you type "Muscle Bear" into a porn site search bar, you'll see what I
was watching. So fucking hairy. No hair on his shoulders or upper arms;
not that I would have minded that. He has an intricate, brightly colored
tattoo on his left shoulder that curls down into the forest of hair on
his chest. This is a guy who knows his way around a gym, but obviously
loves his food and his beer. I want to bury my face into that round,
furry belly.

I might lose a few of you guys with this next couple paragraphs. More
squeamish readers might think it was a step too far. In reality it was
fucking erotic. With his bladder drained, he pointed to a portable/travel
douche contraption that was hanging off the shower head. Now this is a
considerate sex partner. Since I wasn't prowling for sex when he
contacted me, he correctly assumed I might need to freshen up. A dick
like this guy is packing is going to reach places that most guys don't. I
was thinking he might give me some privacy. Instead, he laid a towel on
the bathroom floor between the shower and the toilet; then he climbed in
the shower with me. I guess my fantasy bear was comfortable with normal
body functions. He confirmed that in a whisper as he moved in behind me
and nuzzled my neck.

"I got myself ready earlier, champ. I may be a pig, but I'm a sensible
one."

He lathered up my back and my furry butt. He poked a soapy finger inside
me, then slid the rubber nozzle in before letting the water start to
flow. He was rubbing my belly and nibbling on the back of my neck. When
he removed the nozzle, he smacked my ass as I stepped over to the toilet,
voided and flushed. We repeated the process several times. I'm a bit of a
clean-freak and try to provide a clean playground for my partner if I'm
going to bottom. I'd just never considered sharing the preparation before
hooking up with a stranger. In retrospect, maybe he just feels more
comfortable shoving his long tongue up a hairy ass that has been cleaned
to his specifications.

Before the shower was finished, that is exactly where he ended up;
kneeling behind me as he fingered, licked and chewed on my hole. I spent
some time on my knees, too. His dick was a challenge to get down my
throat. I love a fucking challenge! It wasn't until he turned off the
shower valve so the water stopped cascading down his torso, that I
realized how much precum he was producing. Fuck yeah. It was a steady,
oozing stream. He tasted so fucking sweet. He had to give me a playful
slap to get me to disengage so we could dry off. In the process of
toweling off his broad back and legs, I dropped to my knees again on the
bathroom floor, pushing him forward over the vanity so I could check out
that big, hairy ass of his. Holy fuck, Batman! This was an ass to write
home about.

I grabbed a cheek with both hands, spreading them open to reveal the
hidden treasure. It was beautifully pink, expectedly hairy and
surprisingly tight. When my tongue made contact, he growled and pushed
back against me. Now this is my happy place. If we didn't have any time
restraints, I could stay down here for hours. I love the vulnerability of
a big ol' hairy alpha dude offering up this most intimate part of
himself. Since he's opening up for my tongue, I add a finger to the mix.
His muscled ring grips me so tight that I feel my cock surge back to
full-on boner in anticipation. I stand and rub the head in circles around
his hole. He's watching me in the mirror. He reaches back with a slicked
up hand; lubing up my prick before smearing a glob on his hole.

"Feels like you're ready to do some probing, stud. I'm going to have you
slide in slow. I'll be honest, it's been a few years since I let anyone
up there. I'll race you to the bed."

I was close on his tail as he rushed out of the bathroom. As I came
around the corner after him, two things caught my attention. First, the
sight of my jumbo, dark-haired, furry bear on his hands and knees at the
edge of the king-sized bed; wiggling his perfect ass to welcome me
inside. Second, was the hot-as-fuck, thirty-something otter scrutinizing
me from the chair in the corner of the room. He had his feet up on an
ottoman and his right hand inside his gray sweatpants. His bare chest was
as hairy as his partner's; but sun-bleached and gold against his dark
tan. He had an equally impressive blondish-brown beard. Between their
similarities and their contrasts, they made a stunning couple. The most
noticeable difference was that the younger, leaner half of the duo did
not seem too thrilled that I was invited. He looked me up and down before
he delivered his assessment.

"Damn, you know how to pick 'em. I'll give you that. If you're really
going to make me just sit here and watch, at least I'll enjoy the view."

"You don't have to just sit there, babe. I told you it was okay to jerk
off while you watch."

"You fucker! Very funny. You know what I meant. It's ironic that you
found a dude with a dick that's practically identical to mine. Was that
intentional?"

"Didn't see his dick until we got upstairs. Just lucky, I guess."

My bear looked back at me over his shoulder with a sexy smirk.  At the
same time he was stretching an arm under him, his middle finger rubbing
that sexy pink hole. While his partner seemed like he was trying to pick
a fight, this sexy bear wasn't rising to the bait.

"Come on, buddy. Don't let him distract you. Pretend like he's not there.
We don't have that much time. I want to feel you inside me!"

It was weird, but not that weird. I've had my share of threesomes with
couples. While I'm not sure just what their deal is, I am sure I want
that ass. I crawl onto the bed and pick up where we left off in the
bathroom. He was hyper-responsive now. When I tongue touched his hole he
started to growl. I started in with a finger again, but he was getting
impatient.

"Just fuck me, man. Start slow; but get that cock in there."

Oh, fuck yes!  It's a tight hole but my dick isn't as big as his. I slide
in slow. Before I bottomed out, the boyfriend started up again.

"Did he tell you he's never let me fuck him?  That he's giving up his ass
to you before I ever get a shot at it? Even though I've been begging him
to let me?"

Wait? It's hard for me to follow the otter's train of thought when I
really just want to pump some bear butt. I lean forward so my chest is on
his broad back. I reach under to grab those hairy pecs. A guy could get
used to this.

"Fuck, man. You're ass is really holding on to my cock. Is it true you
won't let him fuck you?"

"Keep fucking, buddy. Just don't forget I have dibs on your hole next.
Are you one of those guys who can't take a pounding after they've cum? If
so, you better hold onto your nut, dude. Cause I'm fucking you either
way."

"I'll hold off. I'd let you fuck me whether I'd blasted or not; but I'd
rather come while you're breeding my hole, stud. I'm fucking psyched to
take your load with your boyfriend watching!"

"Nothing I like more than having a bottom milk a load out of my cock. I
want to feel those ass muscles of yours grip my dick as you blow.  My boy
over there can make me nut on command. He's got an ass made for breeding.
Isn't that right, baby?"

"What? You're giving me compliments now? Well, if I'm "your boy" how come
he gets to pump your fat ass while I'm left to beat off and watch?"

"Because you fuckin' love to watch and you know it. Did you forget you're
being punished? You know what you did. Should I tell him?"

The big guy's beefy ass was too much for me. I almost lost it. I quickly
pulled out and scooted down to look at his hole now that it had opened
up. I couldn't resist getting my tongue in there for a few more licks. I
was ready to be on the receiving end of that big dick.

"Are you ready to swap places. I almost came listening to you two sexy
fucks bickering. I want that over-sized cock in me before I nut! How do
you want me?"

"On your back! That way me and my boy can both see your face when I shoot
my load in you. Fuck yeah! You look sexy as fuck down there with your
legs in the air."

He took a couple minutes to get all the way in me. His cock is fucking
huge; but his foreskin had so much precum trapped in there, it helped
lube the way. I closed my eyes as he was forcing in the last couple of
inches. When I opened them, the otter boyfriend was sitting on the edge
of the bed a foot away. As my top bear let me adjust to his size, his
boyfriend reached over and ran his fingers through the hair on my chest.
As my breeder started to move his hips, he leaned down and locked lips
with his boy. Then he gently pushed him away as he started to fuck in
earnest. The boyfriend looked at me and smiled. I guess watching me
inside his man had been the hardest part. It was none of my business, but
I took a chance.

"So what did you do that was so awful? And why won't he let you fuck him?
He seemed to enjoy it."

"He told me he was all top when we got together. Besides, nobody has ever
fucked me like he did. I was okay being on bottom."

"You were more than okay with it, baby. You fucking loved giving your ass
to me."

As he said that it triggered something in him. He looked down at me and
curled his upper lip into a cocky sneer. He was done being gentle. This
bear was ready to fuck some ass.

"He's right. Hell, you have him inside you right now. It's an awesome
dick and he fucks like a pro. Lately though, I just wanted to try fucking
him. I get to top sometimes when we play with others. He likes to watch
me do it. I fucking love to watch him fuck other dudes. Then a few weeks
ago, we ran into his ex-boyfriend. That's when I found out that they
regularly flipped with each other all the time they were together."

"I told you it was different with him, babe. We did take turns. Or
sometimes we would wrestle to see who got to top. It was a different
dynamic. I told you I'd let you try and fuck me. I just needed to get my
head around it."

The bear was really fucking me now. Full strokes all the way in. He
wasn't going to last long at this rate.

"Babe. Get up here and kiss me. I'm going to load up this fucker's ass.
You with me down there? Stroke that dick, buddy! Let's feel you work
those ass muscles. Come with me!"

For a few minutes the talking stopped. There was still plenty of noise
though. I could hear my breeder groan into his boyfriend's mouth as they
kissed. I was jerking off as fast as I could. I didn't want to get left
behind. The loudest sound was the slap of flesh as he slammed his balls
against me. I started to blast first. The instant he felt my ass grab
onto his dick, he started to unload deep inside me. It felt like his
orgasm went on forever. Just as he gave me his last spurt, his otter
boyfriend started spraying jizz everywhere. It was hanging in ribbons off
of his boyfriend beard and dripping onto his chest. I was lucky enough to
score a glob of it on my outstretched tongue. He shuddered as his spasms
died down.

"That was fucking awesome, guys. I'm going to be jerking off to that
memory for a long time."

They ended up collapsing on either side of me. We were all a sweaty
fucking mess. The big guy was still catching his breath.

"So are you going to tell me what you did? What you did that pissed him
off enough to get me involved? I'm not complaining, mind you."

The otter laughed. He reached over me and slapped his lover's sexy, round
belly. The ended up holding hands with me in the middle.

"We both had way too much to drink last night. When we got back to the
room, he crashed hard. I was trying to get his clothes off, so I could
pull the blanket over us. He was dead weight, dude. I was rolling him
this way and that to get him naked. He was out cold. When I finally got
his pants down, he was lying on his belly with his ass in the air. I love
that big, fucking hairy ass. I started to rub it. I started to run my
fingers along his crack. Before I knew it, I was so fucking boned up. I
decided to jerk off while I played with my man's butt. Is that so bad? I
got some lube to stroke with. Then I rubbed a little on his hole. I would
never have done it if I wasn't so drunk. And so horny. And if he hadn't
been holding out on me. I really just planned on jerking off on his hole;
but it looked so pink, so smooth, so tiny. I didn't even get the head in
before he woke up and freaked out. He woke up so fast. I knew he was mad;
but I was too far gone to control it. He started to yell and I just
blasted jizz all over the room.  At first he looked like he was going to
throttle me. Then he laughed at all the cum everywhere. He was asleep
again immediately. I didn't even think he'd remember anything by
morning."

"Baby, I haven't been fucked in years. You tried to fuck me in my sleep!
I literally woke up with a dick going in my ass."

They both started to laugh. These two were made for each other.

"I told you I was sorry, babe.  Goddamn though! The punishment was hot as
fuck!"

They were laughing again. The otter climbed on top of me to get in
kissing distance of his bear. Before long, the big guy leaned over and
gave me a kiss.

"Can't thank you enough, buddy. That was fuckin' great!  However, I can
feel my boy's cock digging into my belly.  Don't take this the wrong way.
It's just that it's getting close to check-out time. I did promise that
lad he could get some sloppy seconds after he'd been punished."

I knew I was being dismissed. Damn, I'd like to stay and watch though. I
grabbed my clothes off the bathroom floor. I poked my head around the
corner to say goodbye; only to see the otter climbing into the saddle. I
quietly let myself out.



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