Big Bear

I suppose that one would have to refer to me as a devoted bear chaser, and I enjoy nothing more than a grunting mound of hairy macho flesh compressing and grinding into me into submission. Only being five-foot-six-inches tall and weighing one-hundred and thirty pounds, the sight of this must seem incongruous to any compassionate mind.

Size, however, isn’t my only requirement as far as this partiality is concerned, as I am about to explain:

Bears fall into two categories for me; Teddy bears and Grizzly bears. The Teddy bears hold little attraction for me because large as they may be, I find their gentleness off-putting. Grizzly bears, however, provide me with an assertiveness that suits my predilection perfectly. Simply put; ‘the rougher the better.’

In order to explain where my proclivity for Grizzly bears emanated, I need to tell you the following story:

From my earliest recollections, my father’s best friend was a man named Alf. Alf was a large and good-looking man that only seemed to get bigger with every passing year. Throughout my childhood, Alf got married and divorced three times. I recalled very little about his first wife, but would come to know wives number two and number three, much better.

At this point I need to make a confession. I was always a notorious eavesdropper and often overheard things that I shouldn’t have heard. Here are some of those things that I naughtily overheard, and also including my observations about Alf, which I made over the preceding years.

Although he was charming and also very successful at his job, Alf, nevertheless, was also a chauvinistic pig. It was, therefore, never hard to understand why his marriages did not stand the test of time. Of course, there were also ‘other’ reasons for his marital failures, as I will now explain:

Firstly, he couldn’t father children. Although, according to my ill-gotten information, Alf could practically drown the world in spunk, the problem was that his tadpoles were simply not capable of turning into frogs, to the dismay of all his wives. Furthermore, according to wife number three, whom I heard bitterly complaining to my mother, was that given Alf’s ever-increasing body size, when she gasped under him battling for air while he was fucking her, Alf unfortunately misconstrued this as sexual excitement. Needless to say, she was almost in a coma by the time that he finally ejaculated. Finally, the last exacerbating factor in all this drama was that Alf had a voracious sexual appetite, and could be very rough during intercourse.

To me, all this information made him even more appealing. Added to this, back as far as I could remember, Alf always ‘manhandled’ me when he visited. I was constantly hugged before being turned upside down, while ogling at his huge gut as I dangled before him, and then placed under his arm as he then ran his knuckles over the top of my head. Naturally, I squealed as this happened, not in anguish, however, but in pure delight. Being in the grasp of his bulky embrace and inhaling his magnificent masculine scent was the ultimate pleasure of my youthful existence.

I often giggled to myself in bed at night, wondering what he would think if he knew how much jizz I was spilling, while fantasising about him.

After I turned seventeen and Alf had gotten divorced for a third time, my parents went on a month’s holiday abroad. During their vacation, Alf promised my folks that he would pop in from time to time to see that I was okay. Unnecessary as this gesture was, I, naturally, didn’t mind at all.

On the first Friday after my folks had left, I got a call from Alf.

“Hi, Ricky, I’ll pick you up after work, and then we can get some takeaways before you spend the night at my place,” he suggested.

“Cool,” I answered, trying to hide my excitement.

When he arrived at my house he stood in the doorway and said, “Okay, buddy, let’s get going.”

“Okay, let me just get my toothbrush and pyjama’s,” I replied.

“No need for pyjamas,” he answered, before adding, “Only sissies wear pyjamas. Oh, and don’t bother with extra clothing, you can wear the same outfit tomorrow”

After putting my toothbrush in my top pocket I joined him, and after locking the front door we were soon on our way.

Alf bought a shitload of food and soon we were seated in his kitchen, consuming the meal.

“I know your dad is strict about booze, but tonight you can have as much beer as you like,” he said as we ate our food.

Once we were done with the meal, with Alf eating the bulk of the food, I was well onto my second beer. I wasn’t getting pissed, but becoming slightly light-headed.

After dinner, once we cleared away all the packaging, we sat in the lounge chatting.

He asked about school, and I inquired how things were going after his third divorce. Alf then told me that he would definitely not marry again and had decided to give dating a break for the foreseeable future.

An hour or so later, when I had finished my third beer he asked how I was feeling. “I’m fine, but this third beer has gone to my head a little,” I confessed, deliberately acting as if I was a little more pissed than I actually was.

Magically, my ploy worked, because Alf then got up and after beckoning me to stand up, picked me up and cradled me in his arms. “Looks like I am going to have to keep a close watch on you tonight, he said, as he carried me into the main bedroom.

I was completely overcome with excitement when he placed me on my feet and removed my shirt. He then instructed me to take my jeans off.

Next, after pulling the duvet open and instructing me to remove my underpants, I lay on my back. I awkwardly did my best to conceal my erection as I did so.

“Whoa… looks like the booze has gone to both your heads,” he said with a smile.

I was very nervous about this occurrence, worried that he might take offence. Fortunately, however, his expression was teasingly playful and he simply shrugged and chuckled.

Moving to the other side of the bed and facing away from me, Alf now stripped naked. My brain almost began to boil with excitement as I observed his hairy frame from the back. Alf, unfortunately did not turn to face me, but merely sat down after opening the duvet on his side of the bed, before lying on his back and instantly covering himself with the duvet.

Next, he turned off the bedside lamp.

As we lay side by side in the dark, my heart was racing.

We lay there for quite a while before he shattered the silence by saying, “Jesus, Ricky, I really wish you were a woman, because I would fuck you right now if you were.”

I did not answer and remained totally quiet.

“Ricky… why did you have a hard-on?” he then tentatively asked.

Again I did not respond, afraid that I was about to have a heart attack.

“Is there something about you I ought to know?” Alf perseveringly inquired.

“Like what?” I uncomfortably whispered.

Alf now turned onto his side to face me.

“You know that whatever you tell me will go no further than these four walls,” he reassuring uttered.

Much as I wanted to confess, I was very reluctant to do so and have to explain why I had a hard-on earlier, which was still throbbing away under the duvet. It is one thing to tell someone that you are gay, but a completely different thing to confess that you were totally besotted with them, especially a straight man like Alf.

In my panic, I now began to blub.

“Hey… Jesus, Ricky, speak to me. You are completely safe and I really won’t take offense to anything you say, I promise,” Alf said, before leaning over and kissing me on the forehead.

Now sobbing loudly, I spluttered, “I have always been totally in love with you.”

Anxious as I was, it also felt like an enormous burden had been lifted from my life.

“Fuck… nobody has ever said anything more beautiful to me,” Alf answered, as his mouth moved to my lips.

Alf’s body now moved onto elbows and knees, as his huge frame began covering my body.

Pausing, Alf then lifted his head and said, “Jesus, baby, I have no idea what is happening right now, but I have never felt anything this good in a very long while.”

No wild imaginings in my life had ever even come close to what I was experiencing at that moment.

As Alf’s fat knob nestled on and began rubbing into my crotch, and the heaviness of his frame became more pronounced, I was totally overcome by the most fantastic smothering sensation imaginable. The added pleasure of his grunts and groans as his mouth traversed my facial features was simply heavenly.

As I commenced gasping, the die was cast and I knew at that moment on, I would be enslaved by the enchantment of male bulkiness for the rest of my life. My flailing arms and panting approval now kept driving Alf to greater levels of compression, which continued to ignite his on-going oral passion even further. Finally, without him even entering my manhole, I gasped in ecstasy as Alf’s grinding drove me over the precipice of sexual stimulation.

After I had ejaculated he quickly lifted his torso and manually milked his own load all over my stomach. In the dark I wasn’t able to see more than the outline of his bulky frame. I did, however, feel the abundant warmth of his spunk as it drenched my torso.

In a gesture of gratification, Alf now used his hands to coat my torso and head entirely with our combined jizz.

Much as I had felt the bulbous sensation of his manhood during our session, I was no longer able to resist my urge of fondling it with my hands. Alf’s phallus was as thick as a flagpole, and my fingers didn’t touch as they wrapped around it. Although his weight had been the most enjoyable aspect of our encounter, thinking about the displacement of his ridiculously thick knob in my virgin hole was completely another matter.

‘How the fuck, am I going to cope with that,’ I thought to myself.

“Alf… I’m not sure that my arse will cope with this dick of yours,” I meekly stated, in anticipation of him possibly wanting to fuck me.

“Hey, buddy, I’ve never killed anybody before and I certainly don’t want to hurt you… You’ll be amazed by how accommodating an arse can be… Just relax, we’ll take it real slow,” he encouraging answered, before adding, “But once I’m all in, I promise that you will be begging me to fuck you harder, you’ll see.”

Much as I was turned-on at this point, my basic knowledge of physics was telling me another story.

“Besides, I have an unbelievable lube that will sort your tight pussy out,” he reassuringly pressured me.

In an unhurried fashion, Alf now once more leaned over and commenced kissing me.

‘Oh fuck, if I’m about to die tonight, I couldn’t think of a better way to end my life,’ I nervously assured myself.

As our batteries were becoming recharged again, Alf switched on the bedside lamp.

Alf now got off the bed and walked toward his bathroom. As he returned my heart skipped a beat as I saw the fat dong swaying below his huge stomach.

After placing a tub next to us, Alf gently turned me onto my stomach.

“Ricky, just trust me from this point onward,” he soothingly suggested.

I had come this far, and even though apprehensive, years of yearning had brought me to this point. I was determined to see it through.

After opening the tub, Alf liberally dipped his fingers into the tub before smearing the lotion into my crack. Upon again dipping his fingers into the tub, he now coated his knob before settling his body back on top of me.

His heavy bulk and slithering thick pole immediately sent shivers throughout my body. As Alf commenced kissing my neck and shoulders, I actually couldn’t wait for the invasion to begin.

A short while later, when I felt his hips lifting slightly, an abnormally thick blunt object blockaded the entrance to my backside, before an uncomfortable barging commenced. Secured by his mass, nevertheless, my sphincter had no option but to relinquish its resistance and give in to a vastly superior force.

Although it was fuckin’ painful, with clenching teeth I accepted my defeat manfully. Every inch of the onslaught now totally battered my resistance until the invading force had totally overrun and fully entered me. As Alf triumphantly rested on top of me, I began to feel the hostilities abating.

“Are you still alive?” Alf finally chuckled.

“Only just,” I answered through gritted teeth.

As he had predicted, the ache soon began to diminish and the displacement actually began to feel fairly good.

“Just tell me when you are totally comfortable,” Alf suggested.

Feeling like an exhausted athlete after a gruelling race, a surge of elation now began to flow through me. With all the pre-race anxiety gone, I now couldn’t wait for the post-race party to begin.

“Yeah, fuck, yeah… Alf, start up you engines,” I lustfully announced.

With a chuckle, his hips now began to stir.

The initial thrusting was still a little uncomfortable, but soon I began groaning with unbridled pleasure.

Alf’s eight cylinder powerhouse of grunts now began to rumble in my ears as my prostate got magically pulverized. I was totally overcome with gratification as Alf accelerated this new offensive.

Not long after, as Alf lifted his torso onto outstretched arms and reached maximum velocity, I again felt myself approaching the point of no return.

“Oh, fuuuck, I’m cumming,” I breathlessly soon announced.

“Me tooo,” Alf ecstatically declared.

After he unloaded, Alf once more collapsed his torso down on top of me and began licking my neck and ears.

“How’s your arse feeling?” he finally asked.

“Fan-fuckin’-tastic,” I joyfully replied.

“Then why don’t we celebrate with another beer,” he proclaimed, with a hearty laugh.

After we had built-up our reserves in the lounge, Alf and I once more returned to the bedroom.

As we got back on the bed, another version of Alf now emerged. What had happened before had obviously been a gentle breaking in procedure, and his earlier patience now came at a much higher and rougher price, as the beast in him finally began to show itself.

Alf no longer held back or asked about my comfort. His attack was now totally hectic and how I didn’t blackout on a number of occasions over the next hour, I will never know. For me, simply put, it was heavenly!

This turned out to be the greatest weekend of my life!

Alf and I saw a lot of one another over the following few weeks and even did so occasionally, after my parents got back home.

When I began attending college in another city the following year, however, I saw very little of him.

The funny thing that transpired during this period was; that my folks were totally gobsmacked when Alf came out of the closest and started a gay relationship with another man. Thankfully, Alf and my parents they did remain friends after that.

I was very sad that I wasn’t the lucky guy to get involved with Alf. Given our histories together, however, I suppose that would have been a little too weird for all concerned.