Date: Sat, 8 Feb 2020 17:39:09 -0500
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There was this strange flier under my door when I got home from work.
It looked like an advertisement for some Gay circuit party or club.
"Build Your Bear" was across the top in big bold letters, with a hairy
muscle stud underneath in just a jock, his arms crossed with a
friendly smile on his scruffy face.

 I couldn't find an address or phone number on the flier, just their
website, Buildyourbear.com. I set the paper aside, tossing it on top
of my coffee table before unwinding for the day.  It was Thursday and
I still had another mind numbing day staring at a screen and punching
numbers. It wasn't glamorous but it paid the bills.

The only thing that sucked more than my job was my love life. When I
was young and careless, I had my pick of the men. I was a hairless
twink with a bubble butt and dirty old men lining up to buy me drinks,
drugs and what not. Now I was older and no longer a twink. I was still
good looking and somewhat fit but not cute and thin like I was in my
early twenties.

I was no longer the club kid that lived to go out on the weekends, get
drunk and fucked. I was the responsible Gay adult that was in bed by
nine most nights and spent his time cruising apps hoping for a
connection that wasn't some scammer or bot. It had gotten to the point
that my hand and I were dating, sometimes having a three some with
Bear. Bear was what I named my dildo.

That was another thing that had changed since leaving my twinkhood
behind, the men I was attracted too. Back then I wanted them smooth,
muscular or thin. Now my tastes varied, but I definitely got a hard on
for a burly hairy man with a scruffy beard. He didn't have to be
ripped with muscles but he needed to be thicc.

I sat down on the couch with my dinner for one and turned on the
television. That was when I noticed the flier again. I picked it up
and really looked at it. I scanned it over and over again, shoveling
food blindly into my mouth. The man in the flier was everything that
made my cock throb and hole twitch. He looked like one of my favorite
porn stars, Atlas Grant, but not as sexy.

I sat my fork down and grabbed my tablet. Curiosity had gotten to me.
I opened a browser and headed to the site. It loaded with that same
man smiling that sweet innocent smile in just a jock plastered on the
front page. It looked like some strange dating site. I clicked the
sign up, expecting it to ask for credit card information, but it
didn't.

Thirty seconds later I was registered and being prompted to "build my
bear." I was asked to build my perfect bear. I needed to choose body
type, height, muscle, cock size and even eye color. I decided to
indulge in the silly fantasy. I figured I'd be prompted for my credit
card on the end to pay for some escort.

I made him six foot tall. I wanted him a little taller than me but not
too much. I wanted him to have muscles. I was a sucker for muscles.
Muscles and a hairy chest, like a carpet of thick black fur on his
chest and legs. I opted for him to have stubble, black stubble that
shaded his jaw and a shaved head. I gave him a sweet smile and a
bubble muscle butt. You have to have something to grab onto besides a
dick.

I was a bit naughty, and greedy, when I gave him an eight inch thick
and veiny cock. It wasn't like he was real or anything. This was all
fantasy and I was always told to dream big or go home. I wanted him to
be unique, different, so I gave him emerald green eyes. When I was
done, I had the perfect bear for me, the bear of my fantasies. I even
got to name him. Parker.

I admired my creation on the screen, wishing it was real. The last
screen asked when I wanted him delivered and I laughed. Like this man
really existed. It was probably some doll or something, so I indulged
the fantasy a little longer and chose to have it delivered tomorrow. I
could have him delivered at any time, to the exact minute. As a lark,
I chose to have him delivered at six past seven.

I came to the last screen and got a, "Thank you, your order has been
placed." I hadn't entered any credit card information or my address. I
hit the back button, thinking I missed something but got "page not
found." I reloaded the page, hit forward, and even tried going back to
the original web address and got the same error.

I shrugged it off, set the tablet aside and went about my night. I
forgot about my build a bear till I was getting ready for bed. I was
brushing my teeth, looking at myself shirtless in the bathroom mirror.
My chest was decent, smooth aside from the small patch of dark hair
between my pecs that trailed down to my seven inch cock. I still had a
baby face and kept my brown hair short. At thirty I was definitely
still hot.

I couldn't stop thinking about Parker. I got horny at the thought of
his strong arms holding me, the feel of his chest hair rubbing against
my skin, and looking into those sweet emerald eyes while he pounded me
into the mattress. I blew a load while fingering myself thinking about
how it would feel to have him inside of me.

The next morning I had forgotten all about it. I went to work, did my
mind numbing job and came home. It was a Friday night and the only
thing I had planned for the weekend was laundry. I jumped into the
shower as soon as I got home, slipped into some sweatpants before
starting my dinner for one.

I was sitting down on my couch, prepared to enjoy my meal while
watching TV when there was a knock at the door.  I let out a sound of
annoyance. I checked my phone, saw it was six after seven. Who would
bother me this late in the day on a Friday without calling first? I
was just getting up when there was another more insistent knock at the
door.

"Coming!" I yelled. I was ready to tear into whoever was on the other
side of the door for disturbing my lonely dinner. I got to the door
just as whoever it was pounded again. I flung open the door and
started to yell, "What the," then changed mid-sentence to, "the fuck?"
When I saw the huge wooden crate blocking my door.

"You want to move, buddy?" Came a sharp voice from behind the crate. I
was so stunned, I just did what he said. "Thanks, where do you want
him?" The crate tilted and was pushed into my home by this squat
muscled guy with a big nose. "Hey, mack, I don't have all day." He
snapped at me. "Where do you want him?"

I pointed to the living room. "What is it?" I asked following behind
him. "I don't remember ordering anything." He ignored me, setting the
crate down in the middle of my living room. He wiped his brow with a
handkerchief then pulled out some papers from his back pocket. "I
think you have the wrong place."

"Nope, I`ve got the right place." He flipped through the paperwork.
"And I have no idea what's in it. I don't pack them, I just deliver
them." He thrust the paperwork at me. "Here sign." He shook the papers
at me till I took them, then he handed me a pen. "Sign at the bottom
to accept delivery and I'll be on my way."

I didn't know what else to do, so I just signed. My name was at the
top of the delivery sheet in big bold letters, Benjamin Taylor. I
started looking at the papers, trying to figure out what was in the
crate, when the delivery guy snatch the papers back. `Here." He tore
off my copies, slapped them into my hand along with an old fashion
key. "Have a good day."

Before I could stop him, he was gone, shutting the door behind him. I
stood there not knowing what just happened or what to do. I looked at
the paperwork and all it said was, "Open and Enjoy!" I walked around
the box, finding a key shaped hole on one side. It was here, I
reasoned, might as well find out what it is.

I slipped the key into the hole, turned it till I heard a click, and
then stood back waiting for something to happen. After a minute, when
nothing did, I pulled at the edge of the crate. The crate opened,
spilling foam peanuts all over the place. I was about to curse at my
luck when I saw what the packing peanuts were protecting.

There in the box, eyes closed, in just a purple jockstrap was Parker.
He was just like I had made him the night before on my tablet. It was
all there, the height, the muscles the hair, and judging from that
full pouch, the cock too. The only thing I couldn't see was if he had
those emerald eyes.

I was in shock and awe. I reached into the box, toward his face. He
had to be some sort of doll. I touched his face. It was so realistic,
like my own skin. I was about to see if I could open his eyes when his
eyes popped open, revealing the greenest emerald eyes I had ever seen.

I jumped back, falling onto my ass. He moved out of the box. He looked
down at me, then smiled. "You must be Benjamin." He came toward me. I
scurried back, terrified, till I hit the sofa, terrified. He cocked
his head to the side puzzled. "I'm Parker. You ordered me last night."
He said it as if it was completely normal. "On the Build Your Bear
site."

"What the fuck?" I said wide eyed. I looked around for anything to use
as a weapon. I grabbed the first thing I could find and held it out
defensively. "Stay back or I'll, I'll," I looked at what I had
grabbed, "spoon you." He laughed. I tossed the spoon at him, bouncing
it off his deliciously hairy chest. "This is some weird dream, I'm
going to wake up at any moment and be disappointed that I didn't get
to sleep with you, aren't I?"

He squatted down and stuck his hand out at me. "You know we can make
sure you're not disappointed when you wake up." I thought for a
moment, biting the inside of my lip. "Come on, if you're not
completely satisfied you can return me, no questions asked." I took
his hand. I was convinced I was dreaming. His hand felt so real
though.

He pulled me up with him, causing me to bump into his hard and hairy
chest. I looked into those sweet emerald eyes. This had to be a dream.
They even got the small mole under his right eye. "Why don't you
finish eating, while I clean up?" I was awe stuck and speechless. "If
I do a bad job you can punish me," he looked at the utensil in my
hand, "by spooning me."

He sat me down on the couch and handed me back my spoon. He winked at
me then turned around to clean up the mess. I had the best view of his
fuzzy butt. I knew what I was having for desert, even if it was just a
dream. I watched him while I ate. He would look back every now and
again. Sometimes he'd wink, other times he flashed me a smile but the
best one was when he wiggled his ass at me.

When he was done cleaning up the mess from the crate, he took my empty
plate and dishes to the kitchen leaving me dumbfounded, wondering if
this was really a dream or some weird home invasion. I still wasn't
sure what was going on when he sat bare assed on my sofa beside me.

He smiled at me then said, "Woof." I just looked at him confused,
trying to keep my eyes from roaming over his tempting and delicious
body. "Relax, Benjamin." He threw an arm over my shoulder, pulling me
to him. I closed my eyes and indulged myself in his manly scent. "It's
okay to look, even touch. You ordered me." I looked back into his
eyes. He waggled his bushy eyebrows then repeated, "Woof."

I sat there mesmerized by his rugged features. I wasn't sure what to
do or what was going on. He reached up with his other hand, brushing
my cheek before guiding my face towards his. "What are..." I stopped
when I felt his lips touch mine. I felt the bristle of his whiskers.
His tongue slipped into my mouth.

Dream, hallucination, or strange sexual encounter, I was going to
enjoy this. I reached over with my hand, running through his thick
fur. I moved on top of Parker, straddling his lap. Parker's rough
hands went up my shirt, running over my skin sending shivers through
my body. I sucked on his lower lip, enjoying the feel of the scratch
of his beard.

Parker worked my shirt up my body. We broke the kiss only to have him
pull my shirt off. My fingers combed through his chest hair. It was
coarse but soft to my touch. He moved from my mouth to my neck, the
scratch of his beard pulling a growly moan from me. I could feel the
fiery lush deep in my loins.

Parker's hand slipped into the back of my sweats. His hand explored my
cheeks before taking a firm hand full. My groan turned into a gasp
because Parker took that moment to latch onto my nipple. I had his
insistent finger pressing against my backdoor his teeth gently biting
my nipple and his scruff rubbing over my body. I was in heaven.

If this was a fantasy or hallucination, it was a damn good one. If it
was a strange home invasion, I wanted to be invaded on a nightly
basis. Several times a night if possible. Parker was just too hot and
he knew my body. It all felt too good to be true. I was certain I'd
wake up at any moment to be disappointed it was a dream.

"I love the feel of your body." Parker moaned into my skin. He was
running his face all over my chest and stomach, giving me beard burn
that hurt just so good. "Let's get you naked." He stood and laid me on
the couch. He tugged at my sweatpants and boxers. I lifted up letting
him yank them off me pulling them down my legs. "Nice." He smiled when
he saw my hard seven and a half inch cock standing at attention.

I flushed red then thought to myself, "Fuck it, you only live once. If
it's a dream it's going to be a damn good dream. If it's real, what a
story to tell at the office on Monday." I launched myself at Parker,
burying my face into his hard furry belly. "Oh, my God. You feel so
good." I said, rubbing my face all over his hard belly.

I reached around and took hold of each firm muscled cheek. He ran his
hands through my hair. I moaned into his skin. I needed to have him. I
needed him in me. I needed to have him fuck me like the neglected
whore I was and then hold me like the lover I needed him to be.

I tugged at his jock, slipping the band over his plump ass. I looked
up at him, hesitant to pull the pouch down. I looked up at Parker. "Go
ahead," there was command in his voice, "take it off. I'm anatomically
correct." I swallowed nervously returning my gaze to his crotch, my
prize. I pulled the taunt fabric down till he came bouncing out. "It's
all for you."

"Fuck." I let his jock fall to the floor. It was just as I had
designed, thick, veiny, eight inches and the slight curve up that I
liked. I wrapped my hand around his girth. I was in awe. I looked up,
Parker smiled back at me, nodding his encouragement. I looked back at
his magnificent member.

I stroked him. His tip glistened with precum. It looked so delicious,
so tempting, I couldn't resist it. I leaned forward, stuck out my
tongue, ran it over his tip. His flavor exploded across my tongue. The
groan that escaped me was pure unadulterated bliss. I couldn't hold
back anymore. I had to have him.

I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and took him in. His spongy head
slipped across my tongue. I paused, enjoying the feel of him in my
mouth. I took my time filling my mouth with his man meat. He slipped
easily into my mouth and down my throat as if his cock was made for
me.

I rested it there, his cock nestled in my throat, my nose inhaling his
scent. I reached up, running my hands through the fur on his chest.
His hands ran through my hair. "That's it, baby." He held my head.
"Let daddy fuck your throat." He pulled back slowly, just a few
inches, then pushed back in.

He continued, slowly at first, letting his cock pull out a little more
each time till he was full on skull fucking me. He pulled out till the
tip was resting on my tongue then slammed back hard into me. It was
rough, it was raw, and it was wonderful. I grabbed his ass, pulling
him into me. Spit and cum dripped from my chin.

"Fuck." He pushed me back off him, sending me sprawled out on the
couch, my face glazed over with the lust filled craze. I looked at
him. He looked back at me, nostrils flaring as he growled. He picked
me up, slinging me over his shoulder like a sack of flour. He held me
steady with one arm. His other hand rubbed over my smooth cheeks.
"That ass needs attention too."

I gasped with pleasure when I felt the first swat on my ass. He
carried me through my place. I didn't know how he knew where my
bedroom was, but three more hard swats later, we were in my bedroom.
Parker laid me on the bed then covered my body with his. He looked me
in the eye, a content smile on his face.

"Woof." Was all he said before he took my arms and pinned them beside
my head. He explored my body with his mouth, my nipples, my pits, my
sides and my flat stomach. He went over them over and over again. I
was helpless under him, flailing with orgasmic jolts. He'd pause then
attacked another sensitive spot.

I was gasping for breath by the time Parker gave me a brief break. He
let go of my arms, slipped down between my legs. I felt the warm touch
of his tongue on my balls as he massaged each one in his mouth. It had
been so long since someone else had touched me down there, I had
forgotten how good it felt.

Parker moved from my balls, his tongue flicking along my shaft as he
made his way to my cock head. He watched me, a devilish glint in his
eye, as he swallowed my cock down. I felt his tongue massaging my
cock. He would slowly rise then bury his nose in my groin, rutting so
that his beard scratched me.

Parker kept bringing me to the edge then pulling me back. It was
maddening, knowing that my orgasm was so close, but not quite able to
get to it. Finally he pulled off my cock, leaving me frustrated and
needing to cum. I was then flipped like a pancake onto my stomach. The
next thing I felt was Parker's hands prying my cheeks apart, and his
tongue lashing at my hole.

I arched back and up, crying out disbelief at the rapture Parker was
sending coursing through me. I fell back onto the bed, raising my ass
so Parker could plunge deeper into me. "Eat my slut hole. Get it all
sloppy wet, baby." Parker slapped my ass, the sting feeling so dirty,
but so good. "Fuck me." I said, my voice wobbly from sexual pleasure.

"Patience, baby." Parker nipped at my ass. "That's next." My eyes
rolled back in my headnat the thought of Parker plugging my hole. I
felt the exploratory press of his finger run along my crack. "This ass
was made to be fucked." He pressed his finger into me. I pushed back,
the need to be filled consuming me. "That's it, ride my finger, baby.
Get yourself ready for this dick."

I felt his spit hit my hole. I groaned, rocking back and forth,
impaling myself of his fat finger over and over again. His other hand
gripped my ass, squeezing and kneading my ass. "Do you want me to put
my dick in you, Benjamin? Do you want me to fuck the cum out of you?"
He slipped a second finger beside the first then smacked my ass when I
did not answer. "Say it. I want to hear your filthy mouth say it."

"Yes!" I cried. "Fuck me, Parker!" My cock throbbed at the thought.
"Fuck my slut hole with that big cock. Fill me with big fucking man
cock." It was like a release, letting my true desires come forth. "I
need you in me, Parker." I looked back to see him grinning. I
commanded him through clenched teeth, "Fuck me."

Parker twitched his finger into me, stroking my prostate. I let out a
small cry of pleasure, then he did it again, and again. My arms began
to tremble. "Oh, you're going to love this." He pulled his fingers
from me, that empty feeling hitting me. I felt him rub the tip of his
cock up and down my crack. He tapped on my ass, precum splattering
across my back. "Ready?"

I didn't get a chance to answer. He grabbed me by my hip. He lined
himself up behind me. I felt the head of his cock on my hole, then the
stretch as he pushed into me. "Mmm.... fuuuccckkk." I drawled out. I
felt him slowly stretching me, filling me. "Damn, you feel so good in
me, Parker." My body rolled at the feel of him in me. Parker pressed
deep into me till I felt the brush of his hair on my ass.

"This hole was made for me." I heard Parker sigh. He grabbed my other
hip then began rocking me slowly across his dick. "Damn, this is such
a sweet fucking ass." Parker began moving his hips, slicing into me
with ease. "Oh, baby, you're in for the ride of your life." Parker's
fingers dug into me. "Get ready."

I took a deep breath only to have it knocked out of me when Parker
slammed into me. He pulled back out, leaving just the tip in before
doing it again. I grunted, groaned and moaned as Parker bucked me off
his dick then pulled me back on. Every stroke ran across my prostate
sending warm pleasures through my body.

Parker's hand moved from my hip to my shoulder, pulling me up so my
back pressed against his chest. He nibbled on my neck, one hand moving
to play with my nipple, the other to stroke my dick. His mouth found
the back of my neck, his tongue tickled the back of my neck. My voice
caught in my throat from the onslaught of pleasure.

I felt the tickle of his fur on my skin, the bite of his teeth on my
ear as we rocked back and forth. "You feel so good on my dick." Parker
growled in my ear. "Do I feel good in you, baby? Does my dick feel
good in you?" I couldn't only moan. "That's it, Benjamin," his beard
prickled the skin on my neck, "moan for me."

Then Parker pulled out of me, pushed me onto the bed and flipped onto
my back in one quick move. "Damn, baby." He pinned my legs to my chest
and sunk balls deep into me. He pounded me, his eyes full of
animalistic lust. I groaned. He snarled. He leaned down and kissed me,
sucking on my tongue.

My hands ran over his body, feeling the hard muscle under the fur.
Fuck he was hot. This was hot. My cock was caught between our bodies.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Parker must
have seen it in me. He reared back on to his haunches, my legs resting
on his shoulder.

His hand encircled my dripping dick. His thrusts matched his strokes.
I grabbed the sides of the bed. I wasn't going to be able to hold
back, I didn't want to. "Fuck!" I screamed as the climax overtook me.
I thrashed and shook while white hot cum splattered over me. Parker
kept pumping into me, his hand slicking with my cum.

He brought his hand to his lips, licking it clean. I almost came
again. He pressed my legs to my chest again and started pumping into
me in earnest. I watched his face go from determined to a sex scowl to
his fuck face. His mouth covered mine, his tongue pressing into my
mouth as he moaned.

The slap of our bodies grew louder and quicker. Then he reared back,
slammed hard into me one last time with a roar. I could feel him
pulsing in me. He fell back onto me, kissing me while he pumped the
last of his load into me. I reached around him, holding him there, not
wanting whatever this was to end.

He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine. "Woof." He said with
a grin. "Damn, Benjamin." He rocked his hips then kissed me again
before pulling back so my I could lower my legs. He smiled when he
heard the soft sound dismay I made when he slipped from me. "Don't
worry, babe, he'll be back in you soon enough."

He fell back on me, kissing me, rubbing my cum over our bodies. "What
exactly just happened?" I laughed before kissing him to keep him from
answering. I didn't want to ruin what we just did with the truth.
"Fuck it, don't answer it." He ground his body against mine, "I just
want to lie here and enjoy this."

We stayed that way for some time before Parker rolled over me, his
head on my other pillow looking at me with puppy dog eyes. "What?" I
laughed, tapping his nose. He took my hand, intertwining our fingers
before bringing it to his mouth for a kiss. "This is the hottest dream
or hallucination or the weirdest robbery I have ever had."

"It's no dream or hallucination or even a robbery." He kept my hand in
his. "It sure was fucking hot." I couldn't help but laugh. "Don't you
remember ordering me last night on the Build a Bear website? You made
me to order just for you." He let go of my hand to put a finger on my
lips to keep me from saying how absurd that was. "Don't think too much
about it. Just accept it and enjoy."


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