Grizzly

After I graduated from college as a certified teacher, I had to repay my college loan over two years by way of service, which meant that I had to teach wherever I got seconded. My first appointment was at a school with a principal who was an arsehole. Mr. Arlen did not like me and the feelings were mutual. I was always in trouble. Several warnings and reprimands later, I relocated to a school in the far north to teach me a lesson. The small town I got sent to was in the middle of lumberjack-land and the school catered to kids from the surrounding area.

As you may well imagine, I was as thrilled as a condemned man would be. Being young and gay, my social life got flushed down the toilet. I had read many gay stories about lumberjacks but was I sensible enough to know, the difference between fantasy and reality. The school was charming and my new principal very engaging. At least my new workplace was going to be far less troublesome than my former school. The kids were also fantastic and far better disciplined than the brats I formerly taught, and so, things were not all bad.

The town had eight shops and a large pub, frequented by all the locals. I managed to secure a nice apartment above one of the shops, a stone’s throw away from the school. This was my lot and I had to grin and bear it for the next eighteen months.

Within a few days, I had settled into my new home and workplace. The people I encountered were friendly and helpful, and unlike the former city, I always got greeted with respect. Being educated and a teacher also put me on a higher plain of deference. This really amused and okay, let me be honest, also delighted me. I almost became tired of my name, with the constant ‘Hi Mr. Siddle, and bye Mr. Siddle,’ that seemed to punctuate my every move.

Saturday evenings at the only bar was in town was the main event of the place’s weekly festivities. It was always packed. I decided that I had to join in and meet all the locals on my first weekend. I was also keen to observe the butch talent on display, cognisant of the fact that I would have to be on my best behaviour. Being gay could be dangerous in these parts and I knew I would have to show great restraint. It would not thrill the locals to learn, that the new schoolteacher was a gay man. At around eight p.m. I finally made my way to the pub and as predicted, it was pumping.

After grabbing a beer, I began observing my fellow patrons. Most of the men were brawny and very masculine, with facial hair, denim, and plaid shirts, the standard custom. The woman all had overdone makeup and tight-fitting apparel, which seemed to be the order of the day for all women. As I suspected, there were quite a few stunning guys and during the evening, I had to concentrate on not drooling as I engaged many of the guys in conversation. Everyone knew I was the new teacher and I was flattered by the fuss made about me.

At around eleven, I finally made my way back to my apartment. It had been a very enjoyable, if somewhat frustrating evening. How the fuck was I going to cope surrounded by all this untouchable talent? I began to jerk off with my mind in a spin. My imagination went into overdrive as flitted from one hunk to the other, with my brain envisioning a multitude of sex-filled scenarios. I finally shot a massive load panting like a deranged person. After cleaning up my mess, I got into bed before drifting off moments later.

The following week, I got into the full swing of things at the school. My teaching methods were far less offensive to this new principal, and by the end of the week, she had received quite a few compliments from satisfied parents. I had always had a great rapport with kids and so at least on the occupational front, my life was going along very well. I even got invited to dinner by one of my fellow teachers on Wednesday and spent a very enjoyable evening with him and his wife.

I decided not to torment myself again the following Saturday and opted for a visit to the bar again, on Friday. On this occasion, the bar was less hectic.

After collecting a beer from the counter, I sat on a barstool across from the bar. There were a number of tall round tables scattered around, with each surrounded by three or four barstools. The bar was, fairly empty with only a dozen or so people milling about. Again, I got smiles and acknowledgements from most of the patrons.

As I sipped my beer, a hairy giant entered the bar. He stood at least six-foot-six-inches tall. I had never seen such a large man. He was not fat, just huge. He had a full black beard that only exposed his eyes, forehead, and nasal region. The brush-cut hair on his head was also black.

I then observed him in conversation with the barman, frequently glancing in my direction. Shortly, he began to move toward me. His boots looked like two boats and after removing his jacket, I noticed that he was attired in the standard local issue.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

“Not at all,” I replied.

Extending his right hand he said, “Names Grizzly.”

‘Fuck me,’ I thought, ‘even his hands are covered with hair.’ I stood and introduced myself as he completely sheathed my hand in his huge paw.

“So you’re the new teacher,” he stated sitting opposite me. I nodded in agreement. When he asked me why I had chosen to live here, I gave him a brief history of the events leading up to my arrival in these parts.

Turning the tables on him, I asked about his life. He was a lumberjack and owned a cabin ten miles out of town. He had also grown up in a city but preferred the outdoors. Several years before, he had decided on his current lifestyle and moved here to learn his trade. He loved the solitude this place offered.

After he finished his story I asked, “What’s your real name?”

“Angus,” he replied.

“Do you mind if I call you Angus?”

With a shrug, he answered, “Suit yer self.”

“But would you mind?” I reaffirmed.

Smiling he replied, “Nah, not at all”.

Angus was twenty-five years old, which surprised me because I would have guessed him closer to thirty. As I began to engage him more and more, I realized how good-looking he was. His eyes were dark green and lively. His slightly uneven teeth were sparkling white and very sexy. He had an impish naughty smile, and we conversed as easily as two old friends.

When I later asked about any hobbies he may have, he told me he did wood sculptures. I told him that I was crazy about sculpture and would love to see his work at some point. After observing me for a few seconds, he said, “Come tomorrow”.

Puzzled, I inquired, “Beg your pardon?”

To which he replied, “What time do your duties at the school finish tomorrow?”

“Two p.m.,” I responded.

“Well, then I’ll pick you up at three... Bring a toothbrush?” he concluded as an afterthought.

“Why?” I asked, confused.

“You’ll be staying the night, cause after dinner and a few drinks; it would be stupid to drive you home. Folks around here take drinking and driving very seriously,” he stated, earnestly.

 Shrugging, I questioned, “Are you sure?”

“Sure I’m sure”, was his reply. “You said you wanted to see my work, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to be any bother,” I countered.

Almost irritated he answered, “Fuck, do you want to see my work or not?”

My final reply was, “Yes, okay, that would be great, thank you.”

The following day at three, Angus pulled up in front of the store below my apartment. Grabbing my small bag, I ran down the stairs immediately. Before he had time to phone me, I was already in his vehicle and soon we were on our way.

His log cabin looked fantastic from the outside. We got greeted by two large Huskies upon our arrival.

“Will I be safe?” I asked getting out of the pickup.

“Sure, they haven’t eaten human flesh… Well, so far,” he replied, laughing heartily.

Upon entering his cabin my breath got taken away. It was huge and beautifully decorated, in a very masculine way. I immediately observed the sculptures that he had placed all around and began complimenting him. Angus loved birds and most of the sculptures were of our feathered friends. Before I got the grand tour of his cabin, he lit a roaring fire. His place was open and impressive, but very cozy. There was the homely aroma of stew simmering on the stove, which he told me would take another few hours. After an astonishing tour, we sat on a huge leather sofa facing the fire.

Looking at me intently, he then asked, “So whose heart did you break when you left the city?”

“Nobodies, I didn’t have a girlfriend,” I answered.

Sniggering he said, “I find that hard to believe. A good-looking guy like you, you must have had the ladies falling over themselves.”

Trying to wriggle out from the corner I was in, I retorted, “Well what about you, why is there no little woman in your life?”

Smiling ruefully, he replied, “Who would want to live with a man resembling Bigfoot?”

Without thinking I said, “You are a very sexy man, Angus”.

With a glint in his eyes, he responded, “That’s a strange statement, coming from another guy”.

Blushing furiously I apologized, only sinking further into the hole that I had created for myself.

“I have a feeling that you may prefer men to women, Sydney,” he then said softly. Seeing the defeated look on my face, he chuckled. It was not a derisive laugh, but an encouraging one.

With a smile, he uttered, “I promise you Sydney, your secret is safe with me.”

Once I had calmed down, I asked, “What about your love life?”

Shaking his head he replied, “I don’t have one. The women here are all man-catchers. I was warned about them early on, and as far as the guys are concerned, I have never met one that gave me any reason to believe he’d want to play around.”

Stunned, I asked, “So, you’ve considered guys?”

He sat silently for a while before replying, “Maybe.”

An eerie silence followed before I asked, “And what does that maybe depend upon?”

Another pause followed, before he measuredly answered, “On whether you’ll insist on sleeping in the spare room tonight.”

As we observed the fire for a long while, he self-consciously began chatting about the food he had prepared. He seemed almost hurt and I got the feeling that I should have replied to his earlier statement. Did he think my silence was a rejection?

Panicking, I interrupted him by blurting, “I would love to sleep in your bed tonight.”

After a short hush, a smile broke out on his face, before he said, “You might not feel that way when you see me naked, I’m fucking hairy”.

“Well, then I will just have to give you a good brushing before we go to sleep,” I replied.

Angus almost convulsed with laughter. He stood up and after pulling me off the sofa, he gave me a long bear hug. After placing my body down eventually, we moved through to the kitchen and were soon enjoying his fantastic stew.

As we dined, I apologized for my earlier delay, explaining that I had been completely stunned and afraid that he might have been pulling my leg. He then told me about his insecurity due to his excessive hairiness. After moving here, he had got rejected by a few women after undressing, who just could not cope with his extreme furriness. He had all but given up on sexual encounters due to his condition, which is termed, hypertrichosis. It just was not worth the anguish, according to him.

After dinner, we again sat around chatting, before heading for bed at around nine p.m. Once in the room, I could sense his nervousness as we kissed fully clothed. He was an incredible kisser and his huge body felt remarkable during our embrace. Whispering in his ear, I assured him that I wanted to make love and his hairiness did not bother me.

After undressing, I got a good look at him and he was even hairier than I had imagined. An abundance of fur shrouded his entire body. The hair was soft and felt luxuriant to the touch. Angus had a substantial uncut cock that looked smaller than it was, due to the mass of black hair surrounding his crotch. I got the feeling that he could not wait to get into bed so that his hairiness would not be on full display.

As I lay on my back, he moved his upper body on top of me and continued kissing. His excitement was palpable as he began licking my ears, frequently returning to my mouth. With our faces melded together, my hands caressed his arms, shoulders, and torso while he supported most of his weight on his knees and elbows. My grizzly lover ground his stiff knob between my thighs as he overwhelmed me with hair. The hair excited me unbelievably and I told him so. Moving his arms under my arms, his paws clamped my head between his palms. With a grunt of pleasure, he rubbed his beard all over my face.

As our kissing, intensified Angus became overexcited and scooted upward on my body on his knees. His dick, festooned in a mane of hair found my mouth. As I adjusted to his oral onslaught, my hands began touring his hips and backside. I captured tresses of hair between my fingers, gently pulling the pelt outwards. Humping my face animatedly his hands held my head firmly. Having conquered my throat, I let him have his way. From his cries, I knew he is about to erupt and prayed I would be able to cope with the deluge.

With his balls slapping my throat, his first emissions began to spray. I swallowed like crazy as more and more lava cascaded down my throat. He was almost convulsing with pleasure as the final drops got force-fed to me. When his cock exited my mouth, I savoured his tasty cream.

Moving his body downward again, his tongue scoured the last morsels of seed from my mouth. Angus then placed his head next to mine, ear to ear, and began sobbing. I held him as tight as I could and let him vent. When he finally lifted his head, I wiped the tears from his eyes.

Afterward, Angus rolled over and lay next to me. I moved in close to him and hugged by my giant teddy bear we lay contently for a long time.

Breaking the silence, I eventually said, “Don’t ever cut one hair off your body. You are perfect just as you are.” He smiled, appreciatively.

Lifting eventually, Angus reversed his body position and moving on top of me in a sixty-nine position, he sucked on my cock. With a mass of hair surrounding my head, I began licking and sucking his balls. As my impending orgasm started to approach, my erratic breathing signalled my ejaculation. His anxious lips encouraged me as I pumped into his suctioning mouth and erupted in a state of complete rapture. Angus’ feasting got accompanied by grunts of approval.

Spinning his body around after his feeding, he lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders, before manically locating my manhole. After he gained entry, his prodding got frantic. Angus’ second discharge exploded into me within minutes. After pushing my legs downward, Angus completely cocooned me, enveloping us in his manly smell. My ‘Yeti’ had me under his control and I was in seventh heaven. Gone were my angry regrets about my expulsion to this backward enclave. My new life was becoming blissful and I blessed the day I arrived in this territory.

After our session, my werewolf lover and I fell asleep. It had been a very intense afternoon with emotions running wild. Angus was a wonderful human being and I was very pleased we had met. Strangely, his hairy condition did not bother me at all. I was not sure about the road ahead, but having a rather fatalistic mindset I was not going to get in a flap about it. My new life had taken a very surprising turn and with the contentment, I felt at my workplace, this strange little town was turning into a real gem.

Waking up from time to time during the night, I observed the hairy man-mountain next to me. What would the future hold? Would there even be one with him?

When I awoke the following morning Angus was in the shower. Not sure about his bathroom likes and dislikes, I decided to let him do his thing before taking my turn. When he finally re-entered the bedroom I asked if he would mind me having a shower. Jokingly, he said that he would have liked company in the shower but did not want to wake me. I promised myself that I would never again let a chance like that go begging.

By the time, I had finished all my ablutions breakfast was on the go. After our exertions of the previous evening, the sustenance got heartily enjoyed.

As we ate, Angus looked like he had something on his mind. After swallowing another mouthful he finally said, “I would like you to stay with me today, I promise to return you home early tomorrow morning.”

My initial answer was a simple, “I would love to.”

Regrettably, I then resumed and said, “As long as I am not in your way.”

He looked at me sternly before answering, “I want you here, why would you be in my way?”

Realizing my foolishness, I then resumed, “I am sorry, that was a stupid reply.”

After observing me for a short while, Angus smiled and then said, “The one thing you should know about me Sydney, is that I always mean what I say.”

After breakfast, I helped with the dishes. After we finished the washing-up, Angus moved behind me, and encasing me in a bear hug, began tweaking my nipples while lightly biting my ears. Soon his massive hips were banging me up against the sink. Moving his around me, he undid my belt buckle, before unzipping my jeans. After my pants and underpants got shoved downward, I heard him unzipping himself. After my torso got propelled forward, he began prodding my hole. I was beginning to learn that my Grizzly lover liked it rough and his entry was urgent. I also got the feeling that my gasping and groaning, really excited him.

Grabbing my hips tightly he lifted me and with me impaled on his knob, walked through to the lounge. My body got flung over the back of the huge leather sofa before his hips sprang to life. Battering my hole with his knob, an additional dynamic materialized as he began slapping my backside. Alternating between gripping my butt cheeks, Angus’ huge right hand also administered whacks to my arse. The more I whimpered, the louder my bear lover grunted and howled. I thanked goodness for the remoteness of his home because the cacophony emanating from us was mind-blowing. Even the Huskies outside joined in.

Angus then spun me around and forced me to my knees. As he humped my face, I held onto his tree-trunk legs. With drool dribbling onto my chest, he intensified his thrusting. Shuddering, Angus unloaded into my mouth.

Next, pulling me up off my knees Angus turned my body upside down facing him, before placing my legs over his shoulders. With my body dangling down his chest, his warm mouth sheathed my dick. As he blew me, I again began licking and sucking on his knob. My smaller dick was no problem for him and his mouth and tongue stimulated me unbelievably. I got a masterclass in cock-sucking and after a few minutes could not hold back any longer. Panting furiously I came in his mouth, accompanied by the customary grunts of approval from Angus.

My hanging body then got transported to the front of the fireplace before being placed on the thick woollen rug. Angus now climbed on top of me for the next few minutes. As we kissed his stiff knob speared into my crotch. Finally, lifting his body off me and moving my legs apart he grabbed my balls and began whipping them with his rigid cock. I yelped and writhed, to more grunts of approval from him. Then, turning me onto my stomach again, Angus once more fell on top of me. Next, he began spearing his dick in and out of my arse.

Rhythmically, he commenced pulling his knob out of me, before allowing my sphincter to relax, before again piercing his knob into me. On and on Angus relentlessly plundered my backside. The incredible stimulation of this technique caused me to spray my seed all over the rug.

Upon picking up on my release, Angus lifted his torso on outstretched arms and fucked me manically. The grunts emanating from him as he climaxed were overwhelming.

After our hectic session, we dressed and were soon on an extensive walk all around his property with Mutt and Jeff, the two Huskies that accompanied us on our journey. The dogs were, as I got told, outdoor animals. Angus had built two beautiful doghouses for them on his porch.

The surrounding area was magnificent and I fully understood Angus’ love for this place.

After an extensive ramble, we finally returned to the cabin. Angus recommended a late lunch/early supper upon our return. We spent the next few hours chatting and enjoying the warmth of the fireplace.

Angus had marinated steaks for dinner and after a salad and potatoes had got prepared, he grilled the meat. After an excellent meal, we again moved through to the lounge and settled on the huge sofa facing the fire. For the next few hours, we continued to enjoy one another’s company. We needed to be in bed early because we had to be up at five-thirty a.m., the following morning.

“Are you always in bed by eight?” I asked.

Smiling, he replied, “No, usually by ten, but we need at least one hour for entertainment.”

Joking, I asked, “I don’t recall seeing a television in the bedroom?”

To which he impishly countered, “There ain’t one. We’re supplying the entertainment.”

Before we headed off to bed, Angus sat quietly and with a serious look on his face, asked, “Sydney, would you consider moving in with me?” Raising his hand immediately, with his palm facing me in a ‘let me finish’ gesture, he continued, “Don’t give me your answer now. Think about it during this week. I’ve been alone for too long and truly need someone in my life. I can be difficult, but I am sure we can work things out.”

After another silence, he resumed, “I don’t want rent from you, and if you contribute to the groceries that would be great. I haven’t enjoyed anyone’s company as much as yours for a very long time. I’m fucking lonely and I need you.” Another long pause followed, before he concluded, “If you’re not up for it and only want to visit on weekends that will be okay. It’ll be disappointing, but I will accept that.”

We again sat quietly for a long while, before eventually moving through to the bedroom.

After arriving in the bedroom he asked, “Are you working on Saturday?”

“No,” I replied. We only got expected to work alternating Saturdays at the school and having done so the previous day, I would be off duty the following weekend.

“Good, then I call around your place on Friday evening and you can give me your answer,” he suggested. I just smiled respectfully, nodding my head. The request got made, and I would have to make my decision during the week.

That night Angus surprised me with a complete change of pace. Our lovemaking was far less hectic than all prior encounters. We fondled, kissed, and his penetration was gentle and loving. The biggest surprise came when he turned onto his stomach and invited me to penetrate him. I climbed on my bear and penetrated him slowly and tenderly. The low murmurs from him as I continuously varied my pace was awesome. I made sure that the stint lasted, with no intention of rushing our encounter. His contentment was profound and he sighed contentedly throughout the session. 

The following week my mind was in a spin. What concerned me most was that he had lived on his own for a long time. Once I moved in, would he find sharing his space with me irritating rather than enjoyable? In addition, what would the people here make of our living together? Would rumours eventually start circulating? The rougher side of his sexual needs did not me worry too much, but would they escalate? I loved his cabin and the incredible surrounding area. It was infinitely preferable to the small fully furnished apartment I was renting, but at least my apartment belonged to me. In turmoil, I began dreading Friday’s decision.

When Friday night finally arrived, there was a knock at my door. Angus then entered and sat on my small sofa. After a short time, he asked, “Did you give my request some thought, or do you need more time?”

Looking at him intently, I answered, “Two things worry me. Firstly, after years of living on your own, a newcomer will be invading your private space. Will you be able to cope with that? Secondly, what will people here make of our living together?”

After listening to me, he waited a while, before answering. “You’ll teach me to adapt. Secondly, who gives a fuck what people think? We’ll make it work Sydney, simple as that.”

The passion in his eyes overwhelmed me and caught up in the moment, I blurted out, “Okay, let’s give it a go.”

Shrugging, he then replied, “So what the fuck are you waiting for? Pack your things and let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“Tonight, you mean, now?” I asked.

“Sure, pack up, and let’s go home, Mutt and Jeff are hungry. Next week you can sort out the details with your landlord.”

I began to laugh, to which he responded, “Get moving, I’m also fucking hungry.”

I packed my two suitcases and presently followed him in his pickup to the cabin. En route, I noticed the name: ‘Ursus,’ painted on the back of his pick-up for the first time. With a smile on my face, I drove home behind him.

After we arrived, the dogs got fed and the fire lit, before his pre-prepared meal was being warmed. It felt strange as I scanned my new abode while he organized our meal. I hoped like hell that I had made the correct decision. With butterflies in my stomach, I sat down and enjoyed the delicious food. At least the guy could cook!

After dinner and the customary dishwashing, we snuggled up on the huge couch in his lounge. He told me that he had arranged a special treat for me as we necked on the sofa. Somewhat apprehensive, I wondered about the revelation that awaited me.

Moving through to the bedroom later, I was somewhat flabbergasted by the surprise. Angus had secured a five by four-foot thick woollen rug to the wooden wall in his bedroom. There were two metal rings on either side of the rug, six-foot off the ground. A leather cuff hung off each of the rings. No imagination was required to comprehend the purpose of this recent construction.

Had the escalation of his sexual requirements just begun? Remaining calm, I smiled and said that it looked very interesting. I got told that he wanted to tie me up and fuck me while I was bound by the restraints. I did not find the setup too enticing but I figured that having made my bed, I now had to lie in it. Somewhat worried, I began to undress.

As Angus secured me to the rings facing the rug, he instructed me to place my feet on two wooden blocks mounted below the rug. These blocks were one foot off the floor. Spread-eagled, I awaited his imminent penetration. Instead, there was a swishing sound, followed by a sharp stinging as he began whacking my backside with a short strap. The first two or three strikes had me wailing but he continued unperturbed. After ten smacks, as my arse started becoming numb I became very turned-on and began rubbing my hard cock up against the wall rug.

After fifteen strikes, he asked if he should stop. I was bristling with horniness and loving my spanking by now. “No, you bastard, has your arm become slack?” I challenged him.

Angus intensified the next five strikes before finally dropping the strap to the floor. His huge body then compressed me against the rug. With my arse already on fire, his entry felt less brutal than on former occasions. Banging my body, he pummelled my backside hectically. As he tweaked my nipples, his horny gasp became animalistic. The divine agony I was experiencing negated my earlier anticipation and I had definitely, made the right choice. Angus had completely subjugated me and the level of gratification I was receiving was fantastic.

Angus plundered my body like a blood-obsessed Viking on a rampage. My hole got thumped as he slammed my body against the rug.

I was so turned on that I started shouting, “Fuck me harder, is that all you’ve got.”

Screeching like a bird of prey, his five-day-old cache of cum exploded into my bowels as he shuddered with ecstasy. Never before, had anyone fucked so comprehensively! After untying me, we both collapsed on the bed, laughing and panting with exhaustion. We lay quietly as we regained our composure while staring at the ceiling.

Finally, with a chuckle, he asked, “How did you enjoy your housewarming gift?” 

I had loved my housewarming gift despite my earlier reservations. Before meeting Angus, I had never considered bondage and spanking. A year before, an acquaintance who was into the rougher things had told me that pain and pleasure are closely related. At that time, I had not paid much mind to his philosophy, but it now appeared he was spot-on. Having finally, been initiated into this practice, I was completely smitten. I also planned to engage Angus on this subject the following day. I was interested to learn what had sparked his curiosity in the darker side of sexual habits.

After my earlier spanking, our further sexual interaction that evening was much more subdued. The change of pace was very pleasant. We made love twice more during the night.

After breakfast the following day, I broached the subject of his predilection. Initially, he seemed somewhat uncomfortable, but as he thawed, he became more animated on the subject. I explained that I was enthralled and wanted to understand his wants and needs. We also made a pact that if anything became too hectic for me during sexual activity, I would refer to him by his nickname, Grizzly, which would be my ‘out’ word.

Angus then promised to show me a few DVDs that turned him on, the following day.

The next morning we took a drive to a few of his favourite spots in the area. It was a wonderful outing and by two p.m., we found ourselves at a scenic picnic spot. Angus surprised me by unpacking a basket of wine and cheese with biscuits and preserves. We spent the next hour imbibing the wonderful atmosphere and enjoying the refreshments that he had brought.

By four o’clock we eventually arrived back home. After settling in the lounge, we watched one of his favourite DVDs. It was a dungeon scene with rugged men fucking, spanking, fisting, and pissing on one another.

When the movie ended an hour later, we had not spoken a word throughout the viewing. I knew that I had to break the ice. He had played his card and it was now my turn to show my hand.

“Tell me what you want, sexually,” I asked.

“I like the pissing and spanking, but the fisting is optional. I don’t expect you to take my fist, but I would like you to fist me. I also want you to whip me.” He observed me for a while before continuing, “I want it hard, no holding back.”

After a long pause, I said, “I am pleased you don’t expect to fist me, your hands are way too large.”

“Is a sling acceptable to you?” he asked with a naughty smile.

“I haven’t seen a sling,” I replied.

“That’s because it hasn’t arrived yet. It’s on order and should here this week,” he stated, before resuming, “I thought we could install it in the study, which I use as a storeroom. We can also move the wall carpet and rings into the same space and make that our fuck-room,” Angus mischievously concluded.

“Sounds good to me,” was my reply.

Shortly, dinner was on the go and before long we sat down to eat. After dinner, we again moved to the lounge and I got to view another of his favourite DVDs. The fisting in this movie was even more hectic than the previous one. I had also never realized that men could expel so much piss. After our smut-viewing marathon, we headed to the bedroom.

Angus handed me a larger strap than the one he had used on me. Getting onto the bed on his stomach, I commenced striking him on the arse. My initial thwacks were subdued but due to the urgency in his tone, I began to intensify my assault. Putting my back into it, I began striking him with might. His grunts of approval left me with no doubt that I was pleasing his needs. As I expanded my strikes to his upper legs and all over his back, he grunted and groaned ecstatically, writhing with acquiescence.

When my arm tired, I threw the strap down and jumped on his back. After pushing my cock straight into him I began fucking like crazy. As I ran my hands over his back, I could feel the welts I had inflicted. Growling, he encouraged me to fuck him even harder. As I lay on top of him, I curled my arms around his torso and began giving his nipples a severe working over. His escalating moans were clearly, signalling his approval.

My hands moved to his shoulders as I humped my teddy bear. Clamping onto him excitedly my orgasm swiftly approached. Not able to hold back any longer, I began discharging into him. After rolling off him, he immediately mounted me. He started kissing me hard, demonstrating his approval of my prior performance. His oral attack was so fervent that it almost felt like he was going to suck my lips off my face. Lifting off me eventually, he sat at the edge of the bed before pulling my body across his lap.

Snorting like a wild boar, he began to smack my arse with his bare hand. With my body pinned down by his left hand, his other hand hammered my arse with metronomic intensity. His severe slaps had me wailing as he roared his approval. I had, definitely become a discipline junky! Finally flinging me on the bed, he repaid me in kind, skewering my backside with his rigid knob. His thrusting was so vigorous that I prayed the bed would not break. With all the stimulation he had undergone earlier, he was like a tightly coiled spring, finally releasing its projectile. As he came, he thumped into me like a rodeo bull bucking wildly to dislodge its rider.

Afterward, as we lay there panting with him on top of me, I wondered if I had opened Pandora’s Box.

He kept whispering, “Thank you, baby,” repeatedly. After the potency of what we had just been through, we were asleep soon after.

The following morning when I awoke he was staring at me. Running his hand over my face, he smiled before gently leaning in and kissing me. Getting up later, he led me to the shower. Angus placed a towel on the shower floor, before lying on his back. He then told me to get on top of him in the sixty-nine position. As a torrent of piss began spaying out of him, I allowed the fountain to cover my head before directing his dick into my mouth. The taste of his piss was delectable and it fascinated me how much I enjoyed the flavour. Piss-play would not be a problem in the future, and in fact, I felt that I could easily get addicted to the taste.

After we had both run dry, I lifted off him. He asked me how I had liked the taste. Smiling, I said it was great. He then admitted that he had been drinking his own piss for years.

After showering, we made our way to the kitchen.

That Sunday and all the following week, our sexual activity was subdued. I fully understood that we could not continuously sustain the hectic sessions and it would be tragic if they became ordinary.

The sling did arrive the following Friday and this addition proved to be a great enhancement to our sexual exploits.

My life with Angus was getting better all the time and I was growing to love the man. Strangely, and much to my relief, fisting had thus far not been requested. Getting my head around that discipline was very intimidating.                                   

Two weeks on our lives took another unexpected turn, when Ignatius Buck, who insisted on being referred to as Bucky, (because he hated his name), entered our lives. He had joined the lumberjack crew where Angus worked. Because of a shortage of accommodation in the area, Angus’ supervisor, aware of the additional apartment that Angus had above his garage, asked Angus to take Bucky in until alternative accommodation became available.

The small apartment above Angus’ garage was very nice. It was a fully furnished apartment, with a kitchenette and bathroom. Years before Angus had renovated this space with the idea of earning extra income. Once the revamp was complete, however, Angus decided against the idea of having a tenant.

With a little effort, Angus and I prepared it for Bucky’s arrival and on Friday evening Bucky moved in. As Bucky would not be living in the main house, we believed that his presence would not be a problem for us. As far as everyone was concerned, I was simply renting Angus’ spare room to save money.

When Bucky arrived, I could not help smiling. He was not good-looking but extremely cute; make that, fucking cute!

Bucky was stocky and stood six-foot tall. He had reddish-blond hair that always looked unkempt. He had a thick moustache and a tuft of hair a half-inch wide extending two inches past his chin. He had freckles on his face and a gap between his upper front teeth. His blue eyes were wild and lively and his nose was plump. Bucky had a stud on his left eyebrow and wore thick round silver earrings. He also had the goofiest smile I had ever seen on a human being and walked in a cumbersome, almost awkward fashion.

When Bucky laughed he sounded like a hick. His foolish manner, however, was infectious and every fibre of your being just wanted to hug him. When we shook hands, my hand got swamped in his palm. Bucky had the broadest hands I had ever seen. Nobody was in Angus’ league where hairiness was concerned, but Bucky didn’t do too badly.

The first few nights with our lodger went very well. He ate dinner with us and by eight-thirty headed off to his apartment. Breakfasts got consumed together at six-thirty and the sandwiches, which I always made in the morning, now included an additional person.

Angus bought a television for Bucky during the first week after his arrival. Thankfully, he was very respectful of our space, only joining us for meals and when otherwise invited to do so.

On the second Saturday after Bucky’s arrival, Angus decided to visit a larger neighbouring town for provisions that were unavailable in our region. After Angus left, I invited Bucky for coffee. We chatted while consuming our coffee and biscuits.

Unexpectedly, Bucky then said, “You and Angus make a great couple.” Almost choking on my coffee, I spluttered a pathetic explanation about being a lodger and that Angus and I were just good friends.

Shrugging after my speech, he apologized for, ‘getting it wrong.’ Intrigued, I asked why he had assumed that we were a couple.

He then replied, “Well, because of the way you look at each other. Besides, the noises I regularly hear coming from the house at night, it sure sounds like people are fucking to me.” I just sat there with a mouth full of teeth.

A short while later, he got up and walked towards the study. Fortunately, it was, generally locked. While asking what kind of room this was, he inadvertently turned the door handle and the door opened.

‘Fuck,’ I thought, ‘we have forgotten to lock it!’ After opening the door, he got confronted with a full-on sex pit, sling and all.

Observing the den for a short while, he looked back at me and asked, “May I have a look?” The horse had bolted and all that I could do was to shrug foolishly. As he toured the den of iniquity, I almost shat myself. 

After a few minutes when Bucky re-joined me all I could muster was, “Would you like some more coffee?”

“Yeah, that would be great,” he replied. Graciously, he made no comment about the room and after his coffee departed.

When Angus returned at twelve, I gave him the bad news. To my amazement, he just laughed, before saying, “Shit happens.”

An hour later, Bucky joined us for lunch as usual. Indulging in general chitchat, we consumed the meal. As we were nearing the end of the meal Angus looked at Bucky and asked, “So what did you make of the play-pit?”

“Fucking awesome!” was his reply.

“I hope that you won’t be broadcasting your discovery at work,” Angus retorted.

With a mischievous grin, Bucky answered, “Well that depends...”

“On what does that depend, Bucky?” Angus asked with a chuckle.

“On whether I also get to try it out,” Bucky countered, with a horny smile. 

“I kind of figured you’d be into girls,” Angus replied.

“Nah, the ones here are all man-catchers as all you guys have warned me. Don’t need to be saddled with a woman, at my age. Of course, a horny guy like me needs some release and if the women are too dangerous, well, a man’s got to make a plan,” Bucky concluded.

We all began to laugh. After a short while, Bucky again took up the reins, “Never seen a play-pit before and sure would appreciate a demonstration on how it works.”

Still laughing, Angus asked, “So all you want to do is watch?”

“Hell no… Only if I have to,” Bucky responded, before resuming, “Of course… If I participate that would force me to keep my mouth shut.”

After more laughter, Angus warned, “Once you enter that room Bucky, there’s no backing out, no matter what happens.”

Bucky’s succinct reply was, “Bring it on.”

After we finished eating, we all helped with the washing-up. After grabbing a few beers afterward, we all settled in the lounge.

“Bucky, I need to discuss your proposal with Sydney,” Angus said after a time. Both sets of eyes now turned to look at me and I found the spotlight somewhat uncomfortable.

“Do you need some time to think about it, Sydney?” Angus then asked.

After a pause, I said, “It’s your call, Angus; I’ll go along with your decision.”

Turning to Bucky, Angus said, “I am going to discuss this with Sydney privately and we will give you an answer at dinner.”

Shortly afterward and somewhat sheepishly, Bucky left for his apartment. I was sorry that my answer had not been more positive, fearful that I might have hurt Bucky’s feelings.

The morning and lunchtime revelations had been a lot for me to digest. I thought Bucky was hot and if I had met him in a bar, or club, I would unquestionably have considered a scene with him. This, however, was a different dynamic. The introduction of a third person could ultimately be problematic. In addition, I had also never had a threesome before. My sex life was becoming more interesting by the day.

Later that afternoon Angus and I discussed the matter fully. We both agreed that we found Bucky very sexy and admitted that if we had met him individually, we would happily have gone to bed with him. We also agreed upon basic ground rules for any interaction with Bucky. We would make it very clear that our sessions would be three-way and that pairing off with him would only happen consensually if either Angus or I elected to take a break. In addition, his presence would be by invitation only.

Angus then also dropped the bombshell by saying that he wanted to get fisted that evening. He had also acquired the necessary pills that would help him relax during the process.

Before Bucky’s arrival at six, Angus entered the bathroom to prepare himself physically for his fisting initiation. After thoroughly cleansing himself, I followed suit.  

At six, Bucky arrived and after we got seated in the lounge, Angus gave him the good news with all the ground rules. Bucky was then taken to our bathroom where Angus tutored him in proper cleansing.

Shortly after they returned to the lounge, Angus got the ball rolling by announcing that it was time to enter the play-pit. After stripping in the lounge, Bucky held up a bottle of poppers before asking, “Do you at least mind if enter the play-pit with this?” A round of laughter followed.

After going through to the play-pit I got my first good look at Bucky naked. His fair-skinned body was incredibly solid and powerful and covered in a lovely reddish-blond fluff. His eyes were livelier than normal and almost spinning with horniness. His thick cock was rigid in anticipation and his tight foreskin fought to contain the fat mushroom head it held prisoner. His droopy balls looked like a bag containing two small apples as they flopped around.

As he tugged on his knob, the foreskin liberated its captive, releasing a purple head that glistened with pre-cum. Angus moved behind me and after encasing my body invited Bucky to close the sandwich.

Bucky moved in and instantly locked onto my mouth as Angus extended his arms to encompass Bucky’s body. Completely encased by my two bears my head got turned to the side as three mouths began to wrestle frenziedly. With two hard cocks crushing into me, a mass of grinding bodies began uttering groans and sighs of contentment. All my former apprehension faded, as I became a devotee of three-way action.

This was fan-fucking-tastic! Tongues began licking my neck, ears, eyes, nose, and head. I was practically delirious with lust and had to have a cock inside me instantly.

“I have to be fucked right now,” I cried.

Picking me up, Bucky placed me in the sling. “You go first,” Angus announced before Bucky tied my legs to the restraints.

As Bucky located my hole, Angus moved to my head and my spit-roasting got underway. Bucky was the front-runner when it came to sexual noises and his supercharged grunting was very guttural. With my legs encased in his arms, his hips went into overdrive. Angus had a hard time steadying the sling as Bucky wildly bashed into my butt-hole. Sweating profusely, Bucky soon announced that he was about to unload in me. As he did so, his manic actions became fit-like with unearthly sounds emanating from him.

Slumping onto me afterward, my hands caressed Bucky’s sweaty head. Angus then moved around my body and announced that his turn had arrived. As Bucky lifted off me, Angus slid straight into my well-lubricated hole. Having watched Bucky, Angus was in horny overload and humped me forcefully.

Bucky tried in vain to blow me but gave up due to Angus’ hectic performance. I began wanking myself frenziedly and timed my eruption perfectly with Angus’ delivery. Keeping his cock inside me after we had both unloaded, Angus stood still for a while before flooding my arse with his piss.

This, really turned Bucky on, who moments later began spraying my entire body with his yellow sap. I even joined in and let rip all over myself, and Angus’ chest.

After our session, we all consumed a well-earned beer. Bucky’s cock did not know the meaning of defeat and remained rigid throughout our liquid intake. He kept sniggering and stabbing me with his dick as we sipped our beers. After our short interval, Angus got his strap and pushed my face down onto the sling. As he began whipping my butt, Bucky went into a trancelike state.

Uttering horny growls, he kept repeating, “Fuck-yeah, whip that fucking arse,” to Angus. After twenty strikes, Angus then pulled me up off the sling and after getting on the sling on his stomach, handed the strap to Bucky.

“Go for it bro,” Angus ordered then ordered Bucky. Being much more powerful than me, Bucky gave Angus the beating of his life.

After ten strikes, Angus yelled at Bucky to broaden his range. Angus’ back and thighs now began receiving Bucky’s ardent attention.

After twenty strikes, Bucky threw the strap down. Angus then groaned that the time had come. Fully comprehending his meaning, I retrieved the tub of aqueous cream. Bucky was riveted as I started applying the lubricant to Angus’ arse as well as my right hand and forearm.

With my fingers clutched together like a closed lotus flower, I commenced prodding at Angus’ butt-hole. Angus grunted as I probed ever deeper. When my knuckles finally broke through, Angus’ head swayed back and forth before his sphincter clamped on my wrist. Bucky was, utterly mesmerized by the sight before him and jabbering expletives like a lustful whore.

After a minute of adapting, I prodded ever deeper into Angus. Balling my fist eventually and with my forearm halfway up Angus’ butt, Angus groaned and began sweating profusely as I agitated my arm from side to side.

Bucky just kept aggressively uttering, “Fuck, yeah,” repeatedly.

I slowly started moving my arm in and out with ever increasing-momentum as guttural sounds emanated from Angus. Bucky tugged on his cock with his right hand, while frantically tweaking his nipples with his left hand, all the while emitting ever more excited and louder blasphemous expletives. 

When I finally commenced punching Angus’ hole, Bucky could no longer restrain himself and shot a load all over my forearm and Angus’ arse as he grunted like a pig.

Gesturing to Bucky to take over from me, I extracted my arm from Angus. Bucky’s lubricated hand replaced me in a heartbeat. The extra size of his hand and arm had Angus thrashing his head on the leather sling. Angus’ vocal escalation intensified dramatically as Bucky went to town.

Bucky now began screeching, “Hot… This is so fucking hot, fuck me, Jesus, this is so fucking hot,” as he relentlessly pummelled into Angus.

Angus joined in the verbalizing, exclaiming, “Harder, bro, fucking punish my arse you bastard, hurt me.” Bucky did not fail in his duty. When he began punch-fucking Angus the cacophony from the two, scaled new heights.

“So… You want this fist in your arse,” Bucky bellowed.

Which was followed by, “Is that all you’ve got you fucking sissy,” from Angus.

On and on the verbal banter reverberated in the room. Finally, Angus started plucking his knob as Bucky attacked Angus’ balls with his huge hand, alternating between slapping and harshly squeezing. When Angus finally shot his load, his breathing had become frenetic. With his chest heaving dramatically, Angus weakly writhed in total exhaustion. I knelt behind his very swollen manhole and licked on the flabby misused folds. Bucky then licked Angus’ stomach clean.

As his breathing returned to normal, with a huge smile, Angus uttered, “That was fucking awesome, guys.”

Bucky was practically bristling with horny overload and made it clear that he also wanted to receive a whipping and definitely, wanted to be fisted, as well.

Frowning, Angus issued a warning, “Once we start, there will be no turning back, no bailing.”

With a look of defiance, Bucky again said, “Bring it on, bro.”  Positioning his body face down on the sling, he looked back at Angus challengingly, as if to say, ‘Show me what you’ve got.’

Angus then picked up that strap and tossed it to me, before moving to Bucky’s head. Securing Bucky’s head between his hands, he nodded to me to let loose with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

A swish sounded as the first blow hit, with Bucky letting out a gasp. Nodding, Angus egged me on. After strike two, Bucky commenced bleating. After strike three, expletives started pouring out of his mouth. Another nod came from Angus before strike four followed. More curses gushed out of Bucky’s mouth as he squirmed and writhed.

Three more strikes rained down as Angus intoned, “Take the pain, you begged for it and now you’re getting it.” I wanted to relent, but Angus’ eyes left me in no doubt that I had to comply. After strike nine, Bucky began to whimper like a scolded child.

Bucky’s murmurs began to take on an air of contentment after strike ten. “Fuck yeah, hit me harder you pussy, is that all you’ve got,” he grunted.

Grabbing the strap from me Angus went crazy with the following five whacks. Bucky yelped with pleasure as Angus lay into him. When Angus finally dropped the strap, I commenced lubricating my arm. After being thoroughly softened up, Bucky just lay there groaning. Encouraging his legs apart, I began my entry into Bucky’s hole. As my hand prodding intensified, Bucky gasped. When my knuckles broke through, he began squealing. With his arse-lips clenching on my wrist, I paused to allow him time to settle.

By the time I had started my in and out thrusting, Bucky’s mouth got mugged by Angus’ tool. The muffled groans emanating from him became more and more contented as our double-action ensued. When Angus neared climax, he rushed over towards me, exclaiming that he wanted to unload in Bucky’s arse. A minute later, Angus creamed Bucky’s arse before I was invited to churn the cream.

Plugging straight in, I also did not last too long. With froth oozing out of his butt, I unloaded my spunk into Bucky. Holding still afterward, I decided to give Bucky’s arse a thorough cleansing and began spraying a bucket load of piss into his backside. Bucky sighed like a contented kitten uttering his approval.

Once done, Angus moved up and gave Bucky a double-cleansing. Afterward, Angus commanded Bucky onto his back on the sling and told me to rim him. Angus then commenced sucking Bucky’s knob. Bucky’s sloppy hole tasted delicious as I lapped on the puffy lips. Once Bucky had cum, Angus dribbled Bucky’s load into my eager mouth.

After our session, we each had a beer while towelling off. I grabbed a mop afterward and quickly cleaned the sling and floor. Heading off to the kitchen, Angus heated then plated up some food that he had pre-prepared. We all enjoyed the meal and helped with the dishes afterward. With bedtime upon us, Bucky got a forlorn look on his face.

Angus smiled and said, “Bucky, I don’t think you’ll be seeing much of your apartment from now on,” before a huge smile broke out on Bucky’s face. Continuing, Angus then added, “Thank goodness I’ve got such a big king-sized bed!”

Although I had made it clear that I would not allow myself to be double-fucked, the two guys concocted a plan of their own. Once on the bed, Bucky lay on his back and asked me to straddle him. After impaling myself, I lowered my body onto his torso before we began kissing. Angus then moved to the back of us, servicing Bucky’s dick, balls, and my arse simultaneously. The entire scene was wonderfully erotic and I was getting into this three-way action. With Bucky’s legs together and my knees on either side of him, I felt Angus’ body move in behind me.

Sensing what would happen next, I tried to lift my body. Clamped in Bucky’s vice-like grip, however, my torso was going nowhere. When I felt the added prodding of Angus’ knob, I began to plead like crazy.

“Shush, my baby,” Angus, whispered, as Bucky chuckled impishly.

“Noooo… please don’t,” I implored as two cocks ravished my backside.

After Angus began sliding his knob in, amalgamating their two fat dicks in my arse, I thought I would never be able to cope. Clamped as I was, however, I was totally at their mercy. Slowly Angus started supplying the momentum as my manhole succumbed to the double-entry. I didn’t realize that from here on out, being double-fucked would be a regular occurrence in my life and I would come to love and crave it. My torso kept being passed up and down as I got stretched and pummelled. The guys were out to make this last as they relentlessly fucked me for ten solid minutes. With a numb arse, I ultimately flopped onto the bed to recover from my initiation.

We lay around chatting for a while as the two guys teased me about my tribulation. I, of course, feigned mock annoyance at having been taken advantage of. Laughing and kissing one other for a short while afterward, Angus then surprised us by announcing that he had a special dessert planned.  

Arriving back in the bedroom, he had three large bananas in his hands. The bananas were peeled before we were instructed to insert them in our arses. We were then ushered onto the carpeted floor, where we formed a butt-to-mouth human triangle. Once done, we all began pushing the bananas out gradually, feeding one other. Nibbling and licking we were nourished on this wonderful berry; that most people believe to be a fruit.

The sounds stemming from all three of us sounded like appreciative chefs at a gourmet gathering. Fortunately, Angus had three more bananas and we all opted for seconds. Sated after our second helping of dessert, we lustfully climbed back on the bed and went ballistic. The ménage continued for the next thirty minutes as butts and mouths got continuously invaded. Completely exhausted, we all finally fell asleep.

Over the ensuing months, Bucky and I grew full beards and looked like mountain men with our hairy appearance. We did not give one fuck and revelled in our masculinity. We all grew the hair on our heads much longer and eventually all sported ponytails.

Angus’ former insecurity also became outdated.

On ‘Sadistic Saturdays’ as we referred to them, fisting and whipping took place in our home.

Bananas always remained our favoured dessert and our three-way relationship deepened and intensified.

Life was fucking great!