A Ton of Bear Bare Fun

As soon as I came back from having sex with Jeff, I knew I was going to write a story for Gay Demon. Jeff is 46-years-old, measures 6 feet 4 inches (1.93 m) and weighs 370 pounds (168 kg). He defines himself as a big furry bear. I call him a mastodon because he’s massive in many ways: mouth, pecs, belly, cock, ass and mind.

A mastodon is a huge, elephantlike mammal that flourished worldwide from the Miocene epoch (23 million to 5.3 million years ago) through the Pleistocene epoch (2.6 million to 11,700 years ago). It had long, curved upper tusks and, in the male, short lower tusks. Synonyms for mastodon include mammoth, pachyderm and boar. In a figurative sense, a mastodon is a person of immense size, power or influence.

Jeff and I met through the Silver Daddies’ dating site. We are both from Toronto, Canada. In Jeff’s profile text, we read that he is an insatiable kisser and cocksucker. Sexually bottom and oral versatile, he has a preference for men over 50. He writes: “This may sound odd to some, but men who wear glasses are a MASSIVE turn-on.” Fuck! I’m so lucky. I’m over 50 and I wear glasses. What excited me in reading Jeff’s profile was his weight. I had never made out with a XXXL man. It excited me like hell.

We have a common fetish: jockstrap. We both adore a sweaty pouch. His profile states: “I prefer men who enjoy skipping showers before play. The riper the crotch, the more methodical a cocksucker I become.”

I noticed that he had checked my profile, but had not left a message. I took the lead: “Hi Jeff, I would love to play with you. I have glasses, I love to French-kiss, to suck a cock, I adore to eat a man’s ass, I can host near The Distillery District. Hope to hear from you soon, hope to have man-to-man pleasures with you.”

I included a pic of me in a red jockstrap. I was fantasizing so much that I sent another message the same day: “I love how virile you look, I love bears, I would enjoy sucking your nipples and sniffing your armpits.” The reply was quick and awesome: “Well, hello there handsome! Would very much enjoy getting naked with you. So very kissable you are.”

He asked for a close-up face pic, and I sent him a photo on which my blue glasses stood out. Jeff immediately replied, reaffirming that he would love to get naked with me and “share our wonderful smells”. He added that he wanted me to sit back and let him bury his face in “a nice ripe sweaty crotch… and take my time earning your load”.

When I meet guys from the Silver Daddies platform, I always invite them to drop by my place. Jeff preferred that I join him at his place because he likes to smoke a cigar just before kissing passionately. That sounded so yummy! Since his profile indicated that he was partnered, I asked if it would be just the two of us or if he had a threesome in mind…  I wanted him all to myself, I wanted to honor his manhood and his virility in a hot duo performance. He replied: “No worries there, just you and me, my other half will call when he’s on his way home.” He also wrote something that comforted me a lot: “The size of a cock is not important. It’s more about the man to whom the dick is attached.” You probably guessed that my cock is not very big.

Jeff wanted me to come over between 1 and 4 pm. He had a day off and his crotch was all sweaty. He gave me his address in the Gay Village and the buzz code, precising that the door would be unlocked. “I’ll be enjoying the rest of this cigar waiting for you, sexy Daddy.” On my way to his place, I wondered if I hadn’t rushed into some risky business. This guy could suck my trouser-snake but could also empty the pockets of my trouser. I was hoping that he would use his power to fuck me hard and deep. As soon as I walked into his apartment, and saw him lying on the sofa, I knew I would not be disappointed.

Jeff put his cigar in the ashtray, stretched his hand to grab my crotch and to bring me close to his face for a kiss. I was hypnotized by every asset this guy sported. Our tongues mingled, our lips welded. We French-kissed like our life depended on the amount of saliva we could share. The cigar taste was so virile, it was getting me hard. He noticed it and squeezed my crotch firmly while I caressed his short black hair. The brush-cut reminded me of a porcupine and he was a real animal. His nipples were poking like sharp spines. I sucked them avidly, triggering moans of pleasure.

The aroma of a man’s armpits has always excited me. His hairy and smelly underarms were simply intoxicating. Sniffing them got me harder. As much as Jeff liked my licking, he wanted to show me that he was an expert cocksucker. He easily turned me around in a 69 position. We were both wearing a jockstrap, we were both cut, but his dick was huge, and it was dripping sweet and sour precum that I licked feverously.

To be honest, I’m not sure I wanted his rod up my tight asshole. I told myself that it would hurt too much. But Jeff wanted to penetrate me and he took time to prepare my fuck chute by first tongue-twisting his way inside. It was divine; it didn’t make me moan with pleasure, it made me yell like a gay demon! He then rubbed his rod against my crack; I could feel it getting powerful.

There is a saying that you can endure pain when you know that it will gradually become pleasure. That is exactly what happened. He lit his cigar, took a puff, smoked my rear end lips – gosh it felt manly – lubed my hole and first shoved his index finger, then added the middle finger. My sphincter relaxed and almost begged for all eight inches of thick raw man meat. Jeff kissed me, passing on the virile cigar flavor, and started to poke his mushroom in my honeypot. As you know, bears like honey, and Jeff loved pounding my honey smoked rosebud. I felt waves of shock as he was edging closer to climax. I stroke my hard shaft and we both unleashed ropes of creamy jizz, his inside me, mine on his face.

Bare fun with a bear is so hot. Can’t wait to meet Jeff again.