The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, nor governmental areas, which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offences you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection, in real life.
"ROAD TRIP Bear Facts" wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"By the way, um..."
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry about that. Least I could do is, introduce myself. Ron's the name," the burley bear offered, extending his hand.
As he closed the door linking rooms, turning, I saw his hand extended. I also commented to myself, what a fast worker! He already had his jacket stripped, his cuffs unbuttoned. At first glance, I had noticed his beefy bod. Now, I picked up on the hairy forearms, running right down to his knuckles. What, with the white skin he had, I couldn't wait to see how much of this dark fur took up space on his chest and stomach.
"Nice to meet you. Anthony Toricelli..."
My mind then raced in a different direction, observation about myself; how could I be lusting over this man? I'm guy on top', the one who lies there and has guys work me' over with their tongues.
"I know. I checked."
How come the salivating juices ran within my mouth, wanting to arouse this hairy man in front of me?
"Oh." It didn't phase me. Logical. "Which brings me to my question. Just how did you know that..."
Ron broke me off, already knowing where this was going.
"Think about it. Two guys checking in, guys moving about, in and out of your room. I figured I'd go on my own intuition, plus... well, I've had a pretty keen sense of `gaydar', since I was a pizza delivery boy at sixteen."
"I'm sure there's a story behind that, too?"
Right now, as I watched Ron strip down, my balls told me to forget the facts and pay attention to the stats. When the shirt came off, I licked my lips. Indeed, the hotel employed a hot looking `bear'. Standing there, well when Ron wasn't sitting, to take his pants off each leg, he stood at about 5'10. After the shirt came off, his belly protruded a little over his beltline. I couldn't fully make out the insignia on the belt buckle.
"What do you think so far, Anthony?"
I knew it to be a ploy, to break my concentration.
My train of thought quit, as I gave the `dah' response, "What?"
"I wondered how you liked me? My body? I know I'm not a slim guy and..."
"I enjoy guys your size."
Yet, I didn't let it be known to him that I adored guys with tons of chest and belly fur. Ron was looking mighty good. Another thought occured to me. As he peeled down, my oral desires kicked in, overriding the last coupla hours of a dominant, anal attitude. My mouth watered, wanting to taste his pink nips, lodged under the thick coating of black pec-hair. He stood.
"What about the... um..."
I knew what he referred to, a hand placed midchest, gathering small bits of the elaborate layout of pec fur, sliding down his tummy.
"Hair?"
"Um," I gulped down my overdose of saliva, then hurled the `backatcha question, "Am I too hairy for you?"
He stood, I'm sure to rid himself of the briefs, the only article of clothing left on.
"Guys say I look sexy in a thong, even though a guy my size shouldn't be wearing one. Kind of ridiculous, wouldn't you say?"
Not with the bulge consumed within! Ron began provoking me, not in a malicious manner though. I truly believe his intentions had been to make sure I wasn't inhibited about the masses of black hair that ran from shoulder to shoulder, pec to pec, fully covering his stomach, the embedded, thicker line that separated his belly. When he stood, it took up the tension, enveloping his deep bellyhole in his gut, flaunting the deep bellyhole, amassed with the same fur.
"Too hairy?"
"Hardly, Ron. More..." I tilted my head to one side, giddy with desire, "sexy?"
He snagged me from intentions, of wanting to tongue-fuck that hairy navel. I just know that he did, as my attention, so obvious showed it, lifting my chin up, staring into his brown-bear eyes.
"Whadya say?"
Hey, from the topguy point of view, I've been the same way, well-knowing what a guy wants me, as I did with Ethan, in the shower. It was too late for me to change my tune.
Grinning, he walked up to me, then spoke, "See something you like, Anthony?"
"Um," I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then pretentiously, playing coy, replied, "what on earth do you mean, Ron?"
By now, his belly almost touched mine.
"It wouldn't be the first time a man has wanted.....this?"
With his fingertips, he pulled on his stomach. His hands made an indentation in his stomach, his bellyhole now sat up, well so I could look down, into it.
"Y'know, Anthony, it's a good thing I can swing either way."
"Um, how's that go?"
Like I didn't know what transpired here?
"Well," he stated, taking on a different demeanor, this gracious attitude, from when we met, "I had intentions of getting my licks when I came in here, but I can see there's somebody more needy than myself...and, being I'm not at all a greedy man, I'm willing to share."
He didn't have to say another word. I knelt on one knee. I can't explain the feeling, as I stuck out my tongue, curved it and stuck it, bullseye, into Ron's bellyhole.
"Yeah, work it!" The bear belched out.
Digging deeper, I imagined what it's like when a guy tongue fucks an ass, something I've never obliged a guy, in doing. His moans encompassed several minutes of me working his hairy navel, tonguing a perfect circle around the circumference, my tongue scraping along the scratchy follicles.
"Ooooooooh... now `that's' something new to me!"
I've always picture doing this to a guy... any guy, hairy or smooth... guy's navels turned me on. Not having the opportunity, only the visions dancing like sugarplums in my head, I went for it, now that the chance presented itself.
"Ooooooh yeah, Anthony," Ron groaned in ecstasy.
For myself, sucking my hard shaft would promote the sounds bellowing from Ron's diaphragm. However, he illicited the same exact pleasure, with me taking the little bits of skin, surrounding his hairy bellyhole, biting at it. Not enough to break the skin, but just keen amounts to provoke pleasure, my teeth bit down, pulled away, then allowed to leave my grip.
"More....more!" Ron coaxed me on.
I might have tired of doing it, but he couldn't get enough of it. I returned to digging my tongue down into his deep gut hole, tasting the pungy flavor, licked over it. He wasn't the only one getting pleasured. The giver got a massive hard on, as well! Then a natural, `ooooooooh' was heard, Ron dropping his chin to his chest, looking down at me.
"Why'd ya stop?"
All I did was lift my own hard 9.5c up and he could see the reasoning.
"I need some relief?" I spelled out to him.
"Oh man, Tony. I've never had anybody turn me on like that, ever!"
As I got up, the message came in loud and clear, to Ron. Like he said, he swings both ways and right now, he was swinging his ass over the edge of the bed. My precum was enough lube, to drive the point of my stiff wood home. He laughed. I wondered if the tip tickled his butt.
"This is the beauty of swinging both ways...and, I've got a nice tight one!"
Right away, I thought how I'm going to need a lot of grease, to get my poker beyond the hairy buildup in his crevice. My mind shot back to Alvin, humped over the pallet of rice. Not as hairy, but still a nice amount, it took a coupla finger-fulls of veggie fat to grease up his puckerhole.
"Hee heee....don't worry Anthony. I'll grease your pole up til it's nice and slick!"
How did Ron know all these answers, to questions I thought about?
"Hi! Can I come in?"
Along with the soft knock, the slight opening of the door, Roberto's head poked in.
Almost ready to take in his cock head, I looked up, asking, "Um, just looking at it." Then, faking it, not wanting him to know, I say to Ron, "nice looking."
He played along, saying, "You think?"
"Yeah."
Letting himself in, my lover states, "You two aren't fooling me one bit, however...."
At the foot of the bed, he taps me on the side of the shoulder, giving me the hint to move aside.
"I love bears! C'mon... move, Anthony. Let me show, `teddy' here what it feels like to get an excellent blow job!"
Man, I must've really sunk low on the totem pole. First, seduced by Ron and now my love, pushing me aside.I stood there, watching Ron turn over on his side. My love's smile coaxed him over, the rest of the way, til he lay flat on his back. Roberto opened his mouth, going down on his hard shaft.
"Shit!" Ron said, doing half a sit up, propping himself up on his elbows. "Damn! He's taking the whole thing down!"
His jaw hung open, the whites of his eyes showing, in amazement, as Roberto swallowed him down. I doubt Ron could boast for my equivalence, 9.5c, but he sure as hell beat me out of the width. I swore, it looked as if Roberto's mouth would be ripped at the seams.
"Are you alright?" I cared to ask.
He mumbled something. I assumed it meant `okay', since Roberto didn't reverse the process. When I turned from my love, still encasing his sausage, I noticed Ron's mouth still gaped, open. I decided to fill it.
"OOooooooomphhhhhhhhh!"
Air exhaled from him immediately, as my ass plopped down on his hairy belly.
"Looking for something?" I asked.
Literally, I was back on `top', in mind, body and spirit, blocking his vision. I smiled when he stare at my hard shaft, hanging over my bed of big balls, all replenished for a vigorous suckjob.I pulled out. As I had behaved before, with his hairy bellyhole, I could sense Ron licking his lips, yearning to have my sausage back on his palate, after I pulled out.
"Ready?"
Like Ron had a choice, as my thighs boxed in his arms at his sides, as my shaft dove in, for the second time. Fake out! What a torturer I can be!
"Oooooh," he whined, his mouth disappointed. "Joke-ster!" He accused me of.
Before he would be getting his second taste of me, I saw another choice opportunity await me. Reaching out, I intentionally pawed up his pec-fur, until my fingertips detected two swollen mounds, lying on the eastern and western peaks.
"Look's like these are no stranger to being strangled, eh Ron?"
He pleaded, "Nooooooooooooo," even though I knew the reality to mean `I want it - I want it'!
He couldn't get the words out. Only moans, as I squeezed his nips.
"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhoooooohfuck!"
From behind my ass, I heard a pop', slurp', then my love's voice, "Whatever you did, Anthony, keep doing it. His cock it twitching like hell!"
I stopped.
Looking straight into my captive bear's eyes, I teased, "Hate it do you?"
Playing along, Ron pleads, "Yeah. Hurts too much. Please... I beg of you.. stop?"
After a fraction of a second's pause, his lips upturned in a faint smile. I squeezed again, this time twisting both nips `around the clock', squeezing the life out of his thick nubs.
"Ooooooooooooooh ooooooh ohhhhhheeell yeah!"
After a couple of minutes of tormenting his nips, squeezing with fingers and thumbs, twisting, squeezing again, applying nails, mashing, pulling on them, I figured his nips had a good workout. Or workover? I also sensed something else. Precum had dribbled out of my slit, down my globes and a few beads dripped through his chest fur, adhering to his skin. Letting be, I placed my hands on his shoulders and brought my cock to his lips. Automatically he opened. Leaning forwards, pushing up on my knees, my shaft slipped between his lips. It felt so fuckin' hot, to have his tongue wing it, around my hard cock, swirling the juices around it's girth. I smiled, when I sensed Roberto repositioning himself. Only guessing, my assumptions seemed correct, as I felt hands on my asscheeks. Next, a tongue slid into my ass crevice.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh... feels so nice my love!"
"It's not Roberto!"
I heard a giggle, foreign to my ears.
Ron whimpered, as I sat up, pulling my hot rod out.
"Randy?"
Ethan answered for him, excitedly saying, "Yeah. He'll do anything I tell him! Kewl, huh?"
I could only think of my dominant friends and my own hand at `mastership'.
"Um, Tony?"
`Geesh', I said to myself, then outloud, "I haven't been called that since high school!"
I did recall Ron calling me the abbreviated verson of `Anthony' before, but when the rapture of pleasure has you in it's grip, tendencies to make a correlation, wane.
"Do you prefer Anthony?"
Sinfully, I said, "What I prefer is your talented tongue back on my cock!"
Ron didn't object. It had been his goal all along. It wasn't long before Ethan relaxed on the bed next to Ron.
"Wow!"
"What?" I asked Ethan.
He was asking Ron.
"I never knew you were this hairy, Ron."
Of course Ron couldn't talk.
"Turns you on, does it?" I asked Ethan.
"He has kind of a lot. Nah. I'll settle for what Randy has to offer."
"You like him, eh?"
"Yeah and he likes me, too. Hey, Randy?"
"What?"
"Get over here and work my body."
"Sure. No problem." Politely, Randy offers, "Thanks for letting me tongue your ass, Tony."
"You're welcome, Randy. Anytime!"
I then realized I had never properly introduced myself to Randy. Ron's nick for me, stuck. He smiled, walking doggie style up the bed.
"What's your pleasure?" Randy asks Ethan.
I could tell some other type of bonding has taken place since I ordered Randy into bed with Ethan and Roberto. My guess proved true, when Ethan reached up, cupped his hand behind Randy's head and brought their lips together, even though Ethan's hard shaft begged for lip action. Randy's blond fur melded with Ethan's almost smooth chest. Seeing the two there, made something click in my own mind. Ron was dealt a double, negative whammy. Turning around, swiping my meat from his pleasuring, I found Roberto, sitting on his knees, looking at the two, then glancing to me. We locked eyes.
"I didn't get to take your load, Anthony."
"I know," I shot back with.
The more I looked upon him, the more I wanted more than casual sex. The whole time, Ron lay there, keeping his comments to himself. I imagined he was going through a private hell, his cock half sucked, his mouth unplugged.
"Go ahead Tony."
"But," I threw my attention back in his direction.
"You two go and have your fun."
"I'm sorry, Ron."
Randy and Ethan payed us no mind. We stood there, watching the bear, splayed out on the bed, as the other two lip-locked, their bodies mashed together, oblivious to us.
"Don't be. I'll just dial up room service!"
He reached over and picked up the phone, dialing four digits. We waited, curious, as I moved over, behind my love, rubbing his shoulders.
"Whatcha doing, Dat? Busy?" Ron began, sweet as pie. Then, as if Dr. Jekyll met Mr. Hyde, he slashes into Dat, "I don't fuckin' care what you're doing. Get your fuckin' ass up to 202 and now!"
Enough to wake the dead, Randy and Ethan broke off their steamy love making, still holding each other, but faces watching Ron, as he held the receiver in his hand. As quickly as he got uptight, he mellowed out, grinning.
I ventured to inquire, "Is that Dat, the Asian guy?"
"Only one like him. Why?"
"Nothing," I lied.
Leading Roberto back into 204, I purposely left the door ajar.
"Looks like Dat had some secrets he protected, huh?"
"Sure does look that way."
"See, Anthony, you could have kept going with him. Like Miguel would do, breaking the guy."
"Suppose I could have."
This could have turned into a fully developed conversation, but my longing was for my love. When I lay down, he went for my cock, but I detoured him to my lips.
Short-lived, out of Roberto's lips came, "Anthony, I've never said this to any guy before."
"I've got bad breath?"
"No, I've said that before."
"Oh."
"Anthony, I... damn it, I love you!"
"Really? I never would have guessed!"
Smiling, my hand brought him in for an extended liplock.
Simultaneously, we stopped when we heard, "What the fuck took you?" bellow out from 202.
"I came as quick as I could!"
It was Dat's voice!
"Don't you give me any of your sass, boy!"
At the sound of the command, two sets of feet begin to tiptoe into the room.
"We just got kicked out of the bed!" Randy states.
Approaching our bed, Ethan and Randy look at us, plastered in the middle of the bed. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out they are `bedless'.
As we scooted over, the pair throwing us a lite `thank you', Randy states, "Man is Dat gonna get it!"
"Want to enlightened us, Randy?" I asked, knowing Roberto as well was curious.
The pair never got to lie down. Like a powwow of chiefs, the four of us took up corners of the bed. My hand lay in my lap. What can I say? My love had already ignited the wick!
"Well, it all started back in college."
"Where you two met, I presume?"
"Um, sort of. I was on spring break, with my buds from Dartmouth and..."
"Prestigious. What are you doing, working in a hotel?"
"Um, long story," Randy informed us, shortening it to, "gay son tells parents - parents shocked," then whistling, his hand diving downhill, "tuition goes kaput, so here I am?"
I felt sincerely bad for the guy. It's not like I haven't heard stories like that, circling at my own college. I almost voiced my opinion about the furlough they gave me, needing to be back after this weekend.
Roberto asks, "So, they kicked your ass out?"
"My dad did. Mom was more understanding."
"Usually moms are," Ethan stated.
We knew Ethan had a story to tell too, by his response, but one at a time for now. Continuing their bonding, Randy reaches for Ethan's hand, clasping it.
"So," Randy continues, his hand rubbing his blond pec, then sliding down to his stomach, "I packed my bags that night. Mom wrote me a check from her personal account. I questioned her about dad finding out. She said it's just another shopping trip. Of course she was being facetious, covering for me. Since then, I get a check about every month, always a different figure, so she can disguise it as a new outfit." Then, with a sad sack face, "But my expenses eat most of it up."
Three of us sat there, not saying anything, caught up in the fourth's predicament, until we heard this loud and I mean loud slapping noise, followed by a yelp of pain.
"What the fuck's happening in there?"
I went to get up, but my lover put his hand on my chest, stopping me.
"Hold on, amigo!"
His message rang out clear, by his use of the hispanic term of friendship. Same one often utilized by his `notorious' brother.
"You think that's how it goes in there?"
"Of course."
Ethan and Randy looked at us, inquisitive as to what we gabbed about.
"Want to fill us in?" Ethan asks.
However, it's Randy who bewildered us all with, "It's not the first time Ron has played this game with Dat."
"Game?" Ethan questioned. "What do you mean `game'? Dat's in there, apparently getting the shit kicked out of him and you're calling it a game?"
"I don't think the shit," my love replied.
I had to giggle, the way he said it.
"I don't get it."
"Apparently."
He turned back to Randy for an explanation, but it's Roberto who seized the moment.
"Show him, Anthony."
"You're into that stuff, too?" Randy asks me.
"No!" I was quick to reply.
Like all the other times, I rolled my eyes. There, my love had slid off the bed and retrieved my belt from my slacks. Worse than a kid wanting candy, he stood there, his eyes begging. I stood, to stand up to him.
"No fuckin' way!" Randy exclaimed.
Looking down the two inches, upon my lover, I contested his intentions.
"Can I try?"
All of us got blown away by Ethan, this grin on his face, asking.
"Cool! Yeah, man!"
I stood to my guns, "No!"
"C'mon Anthony, please?"
Running out of patience, I stood there, my hands on my hips, foot tapping away an unknown rhythm.
"Pretty please?"
"One," I gave in.
"One is better than none, I suppose."
He held the belt out to me, but Ethan took it.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, young man?" I questioned the eighteen year old, as if one of my frat wrestlers, trying to pull a fast one over on me.
"Um, I didn't think you wanted to do it," Ethan replied.
Provoking the hand, my love states, "He doesn't. C'mon, Ethan. Give me a nice hard one," he pointed to his own ass, as he bent over the bed, "right across here."
I got a little pissed. No, more than pissed. How dareth he do my bigging for me! It especially hit home, in front of Randy and Ethan?
"Give me that thing!"
Not waiting for Ethan to surrender it to me, I stole the leather belt out of his hand.
As he stepped aside, a bit of disappointment on his face, Randy asks, "Um, you can whip my butt if you want to, Ethan?"
His head turned to Randy, a smile appearing on his face.
"Really?"
"Sure!"
Randy shrugs his shoulders, as Ethan goes for Randy's pants.
"Oooh!"
The little dud response came from Roberto's lips, along with, "I knew you couldn't do it. Ethan, will show Anthony how...akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Oooooooooooooh shiiiiiiiiiit!"
There, I did it. But I wasn't proud of myself, as my loverman arched his back, squinted, as he cried out in pain. Falling to the bed, I nuzzled up to his ear.
"There... there," I tried calming him, rubbing my hand over the red welt that crossed his buns.
"You... you did it... good, Anthony...."
`Can't win!' is the attitude I sought after. My hopes had been, if I swung the belt hard enough, it would cause him to give up his quest. But, no such luck. In fact, it made matters worse. Not only am I now, his loving lover, but his sadistic hero!
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
Double jeopardy!
"Oh shit, I'm sorry Anthony!"
Swinging Randy's belt, across Randy's ass, traveled over Randy's ass and half caressing my left ass cheek, as I lay there with my lover.
"Enough of this," I sprung up, taking the belt from Ethan.
"Anthony, I never intended to..."
I knew his intentions. It was an accident.
"Listen, if you want to play your little sadistic roleplaying games," I opened the adjoining door to 202, "then go in there and..."
I know it looked like my eyes were popping out of their sockets, my jaw dropping open, as I gazed into the room. There, Dat lay, stretched out eagle-spread, tied to the bed with sheets, bound by wrists and ankles. There, the bear sat, below the Asian's pubes, stroking both their cocks, with his humongous hand. In the other hand, he held a belt, playing it over Dat's lily white chest, marred with red lines and a crimson tan.
"Oh shit! Will ya look at that?"
Three bodies met me at the door.
"C'mon in," Ron called out, "and join the fun!"
"Oh shit," Dat called out softly.
He paid the price for speaking, feeling the belt slice across his chest.
"That is sooooooo hot," Ethan replied, brushing by me, as he became the first of us to enter.
"I'll say," My lover followed.
Randy just stroked, as he walked past me. It was then I became aware of my hardness, but beyond that, the string of goo draining out of my own shaft.
"Well, I never even could have guessed," Ethan further said, as his knees knocked against the edge of the bed.
Ron answered his silent question, "Yeah. He puts on a good show, doesn't he Ethan?"
"He's not the only one, Ron."
Sort of blushing, Ron agreed with how the hotel staff could depict the scene. For myself, upon first meeting Ron, pictured him as mild mannered as Clark Kent, however I could see Ethan's point. Now, this big teddy bear `ogre' called the shots and seemed damn good at acting the part.
"C'mon Tony. Come over here and try it. You'll love it!"
"Me?" I pointed to myself.
Of course, my decision, wanting to follow through, impinged on how my lover reacted. Like usual, he gave me the go ahead. Tit for tat, I reasoned. He got the stripe he wanted, across his ass, so it was payback time!
"Sure."
Right away, as I contemplated straddling Dat, his face told me he wasn't too keen on me taking Ron's place. `This is going to be sooooo hot!' I thought. Not totally a sexual feeling, my memory shot back to before, when Dat lay on the floor of 204, not wanting to give in an inch to my satisfaction. I think part of my euphoria rested on the humiliation, showing on his face and in his temperament. Finally, his mental dam broke.
"Get your fuckin' ass off me!"
On the other hand, Ron's humiliation, his feelings, from his head right down to his balls, evoked a feeling of pleasure, in Dat's painful moments, mentally.
"Get offa me, you pig!"
I begged to differ. I weighed a lot less than Ron, as I swung my leg over his body, sitting with my endowment piling on top of his. I mean, the guy wasn't at all measly, in the meat department, either.
"Tony, let me give you a tip on how to handle this boy's attitude."
He already held the discipline tool in his hand.
"No, I'm sorry, okay?" Dat pleaded, not to me, but Ron.
Didn't matter. I don't know if it had been a real plea or ploy.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Dat screamed out.
"Oh shit!" Rang out from the audience.
I'm not a heavyweight, but no lightweight either. I got a real bronco ride out of that, as Ron lifted the belt over his head and really pounded it across Dat's chest.
"Oh shit, will you look at that!"
Comments like that one, divided amounst us four onlookers. Ethan leaned in and felt the dark red line, clear across Dat's chest, running right over both nips.
"Was that on purpose?" I asked Ron.
"What?"
"The belt going over his nips?"
"Yeah," he actually laughed, "Too bad his chest isn't a pinball machine, eh?"
"I can see he's not entirely unhappy about it either."
Even though Dat breathed fast and loud, he gasped in pleasure, over his pain, as I stroked his cock, from the bushy base to head. A robust amount of goo came out the slit.
"I saw it first!"
"That's what you think!"
I giggled, watching my love and Randy, race to Dat's pubic region, each hoping to win the prize my hand held.
"Greedy sort, aren't they?" Ron asked me.
There wasn't any room for me on the bed, so I made my exit, dismounting.
"Um, can I hold that?" Ethan hinted Ron.
Winking, he agreed, "Yeah, pace the action though, okay?"
"I know how it works."
We all kind of looked at Ethan.
"Wolf in sheep's clothing," I mocked, regarding his change in attitude from when we first met.
Randy and my love savored Dat's meat, Randy wetting down the black, pubic bush. Ethan provoked Dat's lips.
Ron says to me, "Oh, is Dat in for some heavy punishment, I can tell you!"
"Oh?"
Ron filled me in, "Notice the tight lips, when Ethan offers him his meat?"
I had to admit, my mind was on the two cock'n'ball worshippers. As Ron mentioned Ethan's 8c, knocking at Dat's door, I took in the scene, the leather belt in Ethan's hand, the `door knocker'. At first he tapped on Dat's chest softly, but soon raised the threat level.
"Looks like they're having fun. How about us, Tony? Um," he reached down between my legs, taking my big, churning balls in his hand, "have you had these emptied yet?"
"Not yet," I gave him the belated hint.
"Not much room left in this bed. How about 204?"
Seeing my lover, totally happy with licking up one side of Dat's 9c, Randy trying to keep synchronized, I resorted to getting psyched up again. `Cool!' I was going to have my bear action, my responsive gaze upon the furry creature next to me.
As we entered 204, via the adjoining door, Ron closed out the slurping sounds, the sound of an indignant Asian, the sound of something slapping against Dat's chest, the moans, be it pleasures and pain.
"Well, you really set me back a peg or two, Ron."
"Oh? In what way?" Ron questioned, as he re-made the bed covers.
I scratched my head, as if it made me think, replying, "With Dat. The way he acted in here, going against the grain, rebuking every word I said, I..."
"It's all psychological, Tony."
"Well, I guessed that, not that I understand it all."
Ron proceeded to tell me.
"Okay, here's how it goes."
Before he poured out his story, he patted the pillow next to where his butt was parked, hinting me to join him.
"You make a nice bed, Ron."
"Thanks. In a minute I'll show you how to mess it up!"
I didn't doubt that for one minute. But for now, I did have mixed feelings, sexuallly, a curiosity over how Ron's and Dat's `relationship' came to be.
"You see, Tony," Ron crossed his arms in front of himself, gazing into nowhere, as he filled me in. He then paused, asking, "How much do you want to hear?"
"As much as you want to tell me. Um, not leaving out any of the `exciting parts'?"
Unfolding his hairy arms, Ron reached down, running his hand flat, over my shaft, pushing it down into my pubes.
"Wouldn't want this to go flat!"
"Oh, I'm sure you have the expertise, to keep that from happening," my shrewdness kicked in.
Our foreplay, enough said about the state of my throbbing cock, wanting to hear, as well as being felt, made Ron lose his upright position. No place else to go, my arm wound around his hairy shoulder, my hand rubbing up and down his hairy forearm, lying there as if lovers, his hand still playing with his private toy.
"Well, getting back to my story," he coughed, "ahem!"
Pause.
Continuing, "I quite by accident `fell' into this sort of play with Dat."
His hand movement about my hairy pubes quieted down, as his voice beckoned forth, "Happened one day, about six months ago."
My mind drew a visual picture, as he spelled out, "In the elevator, the two of us hauled up quite a bit of luggage from a wealthy businessman. It's quite simple how it started out. Dat controlled the bags on the cart and I took hold of one single piece, which I believed contained the CEO's laptop. When he handed it to me, he warned, `Guard it with your life'!"
We both got a small giggle from the statement, as if a joke.
"When the elevator started, it's upwards motion, dislodged a small object, which fell out of the pocket of the laptop case. I bent down to pick it up. Lo and behold," Ron signaled with his hand, "one of the satchels from the cart falls off and `pow!'" Ron's hand slaps me on the stomach, which felt kind of nice, "I get it right on the head!"
My devious mind thought, `which one', but then I payed attention, putting aside my mindful pleasure.
"Well, I lost all control, which is quite unusual. Maybe my agressive side kicked in, when I heard Dat emit, Sorry sir!' My head didn't hurt, as my balls began churning. I stood up, looked at him and complained, you fuckin' idiot!'"
As Ron poured out his story, I pictured this nineteen year old guy, in the elevator, scared shit, obviously pretending to be, taking a tongue-lashing from this bear.
"Something poured forth, possibly a feeling pent up for ages, sensing me as possibly the one'," he clutched his own chest, then returned his hand, this time, not directly to my stomach, but lower, his finger just above my navel, "and said, as I realized almost immediately, hinting, I'm terribly sorry sir. I deserve whatever punishment you feel I deserve!'," he told me, as if a revelation, "I began bellowing out, as if something long ago made me repress feelings."
As if a shrink, I asked, "Is there something in your past... none of my business, I...."
"Well there is and that's a whole new can of worms."
"I've got all," `day' I was gonna say, til I glanced quickly at the digital readout on the night table. It read eleven a.m. "Continue," I coaxed him on, we my free, right hand, letting it fall across my own chest, over my left pec.
"Where was I? Oh yes, so something deep inside, as if locked away for ages, surfaced. Now, I'm not talking here, a true, real life emotion..."
I knew what he meant.
"Roleplaying like?"
"Yeah, that's it. Anyway," he broke forth new ground, "I tore into him, provoking him, seeing how far I would get, saying things like, `Wait til I get you home, boy. I'm gonna give you the whipping of your life!'"
There was a pause. At this point, I could have guessed Dat's response.
Instead, Ron filled me in, mimicing, in a fearful, boyish manner, "Oh please daddy, don't hurt me. I'll be a good boy!"
"Dad?" I questioned.
"It's as if things he had bottled up in his head, popped out. He began begging me, `Please daddy, don't whip me! I'll be good!' But you know what Tony?"
"What?"
Of course my inquiring mind wanted to know. Like a full blown drama, he had built me up to this, a key plot in his mind, to provoke him into pouring out his heart. Why would I want the subject dropped? I wanted to know the conclusion, why an onery teen like Dat, morphed from an alpha male, into wimp status.
"He wanted. Wanted it bad. Real bad. And know what else?"
"What?"
"I wanted to give it to him."
Another pat, on my striped stomach came, this time, his hand coming down lower, right over the hair that swirled around my bellyhole.
"I had such an urge to `want' to whip this kid!"
"So?"
I still remained conscious of his hand lingering over my navel, wondering if his finger was going to dip into it. As he and Dat wanted to play out their fantasy, I wanted Ron to be inside my navel. My cock begged entry. Placing my index finger, on his index finger, I nudged it in.
"You like that too, huh?"
My smile delivered the punch line.
He continued, as if no interruption, "We delivered the luggage to the CEO's room. I remembered him, the businessman, saying he was going to catch a bite to eat."
I summised, "So, you found a place to `hang out'?"
"Smart, Tony. Yeah."
My emphasis on thinking, switched to my lower half, navel and crotch, when Ron fell back, plucked his digit out of my stomach recess. Widening my caress, his back fell to the bed, as if straightening out his bod would increase his mental capacities.
"From then on, I was his daddy bear."
As if totally disregarding our sexual togetherness, he put his hands behind his head, stare upwards at the ceiling, like the day of the incident, played in a rerun on the ceiling.
"I felt so hot being the center of his universe."
Weird that I turned my head, actually keeping from getting bopped the side of the face by his elbow, returning my head to his arm, my nose picking of the scent of his musky pit, the tuft of dark hair, my mouth salivating.
"Anything I told him.... you listening Tony?"
"Yeah, I'm still with you, Ron."
He concentrated once more on the screen above, as my partial attention stuck with him.
"Telling him to lose the jacket, the tie, I had no flack from Dat, as I unbuttoned his shirt. Tell ya, my balls churned like hell, as I, this thirty-five year old, began pulling apart the wardrobe of this teen, dismantling not only the material fiber, but his mental facilities. You follow me?"
"Sure am, Ron!" I replied, engetically.
The ceiling not only became alive for Ron. With my senses taking in his bear scents, my hand, the one not pinned against his bear flank, caressing a handful of his bear fur, dug deep into the daydream, picturing him stripping down this Asian teen. Drawing from my own encounter, I pictured the almost smooth teen, the shirt revealing his flat chest, with the two dime-sized medallions pinned to it, as Ron separated the white fabric, down his taut stomach, the thin navel, the dark stripe of hair leading into his pants....
"I could tell he wanted it real bad. Well," he relaxed, as if drawing a quick close to his story, "I stripped him down, ordered him to strip me, we utilized the free accomodations and he accomodated me. What do you think?"
"That's it?"
"Well, I didn't do anything much different than what you already saw."
"Oh."
"Except..."
He had my curiosity peaking again. My cock was primed ages ago, but my mind ran on.
"Leaving out hot details on me, eh `daddy bear'?"
"Hmmm... do I sense..."
"Um, don't read into that too much, Ron."
Again, I began tossing the feelings back and forth. Here I lay with this 5'10" bear, my nose trying to decide whether my tongue should take a lick of his pit, my hand pawing his black fur, but then my balls churning, not sure it wanted him to get his tongue on me.
He backed away slightly, giving me a strange look, the kind that baffles people, replying, "I'm getting mixed reactions here, Tony."
"You're not the only one," I honestly replied.
"Well, I'm don't know how long the boys are going to be at it, in there," he nodded. "Don't you think we should find out?"
I didn't stare into his eyes, feeling what transpired between Roberto and myself. However, something mutual struck my psychic capacities, a connection of some sorts. My head slid along his meaty bicep, past the aroma of his manpit, my lips firming up, eyes closing. Our lips met. From there, our bodies entwined. The friendly kiss lasted seconds.
"Tony, I....."
We stare at each other, as if Ron was trying to make up his mind. I sensed something of the sort, as well, only my mind was made up. I hope he picked the opposite reaction, even though verbally I hadn't let on. Well, let's just leave it at, I would take up the slack, the `other' position, based on whatever he chose.
I smiled, my whole body feeling the impending excitement, as Ron slipped out of the grips of my arms, saying a simple, "Just lay back and enjoy it Tony."
Falling to my back, I assumed the position. The one of the topguy, as we mentally read each other's thoughts. As Ron got up to his knees, his palms flattening against the bed sheets, his beefy, hairy bod hovering over mine, then his goateed mouth going down on my lightly haired chest, licking at the center, to the right, to find my pleasure spot, licking over nip and fur, his tonguing the nub, toying with it, teething it to my total, audible pleasure, my body melting into the comfort of the mattress.
"Oooooooh," I sighed with such wonderful pleasure, as he tasted me.
The bear grunted, knowing, with his mouth on each zone of body hair and flesh, creating immense amounts of teasing pleasure. My arching back, signaled the pleasing torture.
"Now to get even!" he joked.
His hand could've read my mind before, unconsciously, as he told his daddy bear story. Right now, his tongue, like mine did to him, got it's sweet revenge, diving into my bellyhole.
I wondered who controlled whom at this point, when he stopped wetting down the depression in my gut, giggling, saying, "I've got you where I want you now, Tony!"
Indeed he did, as his hand probably detected what I felt, the throbbing in my cock as he wickedly bit the skin around my navel. I wondered if my back, turning inside up, smothered his nose in my stomach, as his teeth and wet mouth drove me insane. Keen on emotions, he must've sensed I was coming close. Still the loss of control played into keying up my hot zone. His tongue slalomed down my bellyhole strip, into the pubic snowbank, without handling my meat, right up the shaft, to the tip. I was in physical and mental ecstasy, as the tip of his oral tool made headway, around the edge, taking a brief dig into the slit. Not as skilled as my lover, his big gulp came just in time. Later, he accused me of intentionally trying to drown him, my hands holding his head on my shaft, trying to force my 9.5c sex pistol down his throat. Yet, I didn't hear him complain when rope after rope of my sweet honet shot down into his bear tummy!
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more ROADS to travel..........
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Other sTories, from-me-to-you, for your reading pleasure: Nature Walk' /nifty/gay/adult-youth/nature-walk/ Stripes' /nifty/gay/adult-youth/stripes/ The Tidelight Zone' /nifty/gay/adult-friends/tidelight-zone/ Buffalo Boys' /nifty/gay/authoritarian/buffalo-boys/ Muscle Jocks For Domination' /nifty/gay/authoritarian/muscle-jocks-for-domination/ Chronicles Of Mark Sassoon' /nifty/gay/authoritarian/chronicles-of-mark-sasson/
All Stories, Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection without prior written permission, by the author.