Tarrying with Terry Bear A true account from a horny bisexual
By Billy Jay Dee
He's picking me up after work tonight. Just like last night only he'll bring a big tube of lube and a new packet of condoms.
When I walked out of the office last night he was waiting for me in the parking lot with that sweet smile of his. We'd been leering at one another for days as I passed thru the lobby. He says the nicest things to me over the phone.
I should mention that Terry is about 6'1", just a little shorter than I am, arching eyebrows, seducing blue eyes, the sweetest little smile, hairy body and heavy frame. Terry's big, maybe too big for his health's sake. But I love bears!
We went to the hotel where I stay and where he works, "for a drink". On the way to the lounge, we stopped in my room to drop off my briefcase. I'd never advise you to try to take off a tie when someone else is unbuttoning your shirt and sucking on your nipples. Terry and I were naked just feet inside the hotel room door.
When I finally got a look at his hard dick, I thought, "Not too long, but nice and thick." I pulled on it a few times and then pushed. His enormous belly gave way before my hand and my fist slid down an ever broadening shaft, to settle at the base of a thick, smooth, 7 incher.
"Let's get comfortable," he said encouraging me to finish stripping. He then pushed me towards the bed when I was nude.
It was a blur for a while after that of a mad make out session, rolling one another around the bed and then finding myself on my back with his tremendous girth pinning me down and his pecker tapping at my asshole.
"You want it, don't you?" he grinned.
I responded by reaching for the condoms and KY in the bedstand. He rolled over on his back. I rolled on the condom, greased it up, settled down on it, and started rocking back and forth.
"This your favorite position?"
"Just for starting. Now that I'm comfortable, we can do it anyway you want."
Terry smiled up at me, "Lean back."
As I leaned back he pulled himself up to his knees and started to give it to my ass. Each pounding shoved me a little bit closer to the foot of the bed. I started looking back to see where we'd end up.
"I won't let you fall," he promised.
"I was worried about where WE would fall."
"Scoot over here," he said pulling me easily along.
I indicated closer to the side of the bed and he slid us over, pulled my ankles up in the air and went back to pounding away.
"Look up," I directed.
I followed his gaze to the mirror opposite us. There I was upside down, dick and balls bouncing, legs dragged up into a V. Terry's hairy belly and furry tits jiggled and glistened with each stroke. He smiled at the image and started hammering my behind.
Uhhh, oooh, oh, God, I m close, he grunted, his full weight slamming his rigid prick far inside me. Ummmmm.
He came quickly, his twitching dick depositing a very noticeable wetness in my quivering ass channel. He fell into my arms for another make out session.
"Want a drink?" Terry grinned when we ended up back in the hotel bar.
He bought me several and encouraged me to have more. Then he took me to a neighboring restaurant and insisted on paying the tab. I was never into the "Daddy" scene, and even though we were the same age, here I was playing the part. It felt good. I knew I was in for some serious butt reaming.
He took me home. His younger slimmer roommate met us in the living room.
"Will's going to work on the computer," Terry said, a little too loudly.
I saw the knowing lift of the roommate s eyebrow, the secret smile of happiness for his buddy and the bite of the tongue not to say anything. I went to work on the PC. Terry joined me. The net was slow and we started making out again. When I reached for his pants he said we needed to wait till the roommate left for work.
"He doesn't know." I too bit my tongue and went back to work. Terry discovered that the roommate had decided to give us some privacy, er I mean walk to work. As Terry called to apologize, I stretched on the couch and waited with anticipation for the show to begin.
I heard Terry get off the phone to his roommate and pad down the hallway. He leaned over the couch and started kissing me upside down. He wrapped his hairy arms around my torso. His hairy hands mauled my nipples. His broad palms rubbed my belly. I tried to return the favors but Terry is so large and held me so tightly that reaching back of the couch to grab him was impossible. When his hands began to invade my pants he broke from our lip lock and said, "Let's get more comfortable."
We walked to the bedroom. He apologized for the mess: "Bachelor, you know." Tossed piles of papers and clothes covered the floor. We stripped and jumped into his bed. Another blur of action followed. His harsh five o'clock shadow aroused the blush on my cheeks and chin. His tongue took over my mouth. He rolled us around on the bed, trying different positions. Eventually he ended up on top of me his hairy huge frame squeezing the air from my lungs, his lips sucking the breathe out of me. His thick knees spread apart my willing thighs, his pecker tapped again at my already-aching asshole.
He rolled a little and lifted my left leg over my head, spreading my cheeks wide open. He settled his weight back on my leg and moved the head of his 7-inch cock into my quivering crack. I thought he was going to shove it in bare, but he lifted off of me when I reached for the condoms. Once we had him sheaved and greased, in it went.
Another blur of lovemaking. Sometimes I was pinned helpless into the mattress while he laid atop me and his cock lunged in and out of me. Sometimes, Terry would yank my ankles into the air and his whole big hairy body would pound at my butt. I learned to hold onto the backs of this massive thighs so we didn't pitch off the bed onto the cluttered floor. He switched back and forth, back and forth for 30 minutes until we collapsed into a sweaty sticky mass of exhausted man meat.
"I need to rest," he explained. "I was thinking you might want to face fuck me."
He didn't have to ask twice! As he rolled onto his back, I climbed on his chest, wedged my legs under his shoulder and shoved my dick in his mouth. What a vacuum he was! He kept a constant suction as I bent over him more and more to drive my dick in deeper. His hands played with my nipples and chest and belly and ass again. I started moaning as he touched my asshole. I said, "Yes, yes." as he slipped a finger in and began swirling it around in my bowels. I drove my hips back and forth as my throbbing prick slid wetly between his tight pink lips and his impaling digit did a sensuous number in my ass. He could tell I wanted it. He slipped another finger in there. "Terry! Yes! Oh Terry!"
It felt like he was getting another in. My hips whipped frantically back and forth. "How many fingers do you have in there?" He could only hum in response. It was incredible. Then I stopped.
"I've got to go now," I said.
I looked between my smooth thighs to see the concern in his eyes. Spitting my dick out of his mouth, he asked, "You okay?"
"Yeah. We've just loosened up my bowels too much. I'll go to the bathroom and be back."
I assured him everything was fine when I returned.
"So how many finger did you have inside me?" I asked again.
He grinned and showed me "two thumbs up." I jumped in bed with him and suggested I needed to suck his cock, so we could get it hard again.
"Kissing you gets me hard faster," he advised, that smile lighting his face again.
A hot make-out session followed and we decided it was my turn to be on top. I wanted to make him come. I slapped that cock up my butt. I jumped up and down on it. I ground my crotch into his abdomen; stroked my cock against his hairy belly. I rocked and pounded my pelvis into his, until he started groaning and gasping for air.
Ahhhh, oh, yeah, baby, I m shooting! he shouted. I had no doubt of it as his thick spasming rod unloaded again inside me.
After he came, he told me how great I was.
It was time to rest. Time for wine and a video. Time to get some "juice" into us to replace the juices we had spent and get them flowing again. I suppose we watched the boys on the screen for awhile. But we quickly returned to make out again. And Terry was quickly aroused again. But this time when I laid pinned against the bed and his knees spread my thighs apart, he said. "Can you get on top again this time. It felt so good. And lube me up so I'll last longer."
He routinely lasted 30 minutes, but I wanted him so madly in my butt that I complied gladly. I greased the rod and slide on down. It felt good. I leaned back as I rocked my hips to get his dick deeper in. It felt really good. But what felt even better was my cock sliding through the dimple on his prodigious belly. The thick fur caressed the sensitized head of my cock, setting me wild with a newborn lust. My balls rolled up his abdomen, tightening against me as they pressed into his thickly matted pubic bush.
"Yeah, baby. Yeah, baby. Do it!" Terry moaned as I reached down for my own cock. I pulled on the shaft aiming the head towards his five o'clock shade while I slammed harder on his shaft. I fingered the place where my foreskin should be and show Terry my precum. I licked a sample from my finger and continued to pound his cock inside me. I started pummeling my twitching hard prick, listening listened to his shouts of encouragement as globs of white stuff splattered across my fist and his furry belly.
I tried to stay in the saddle for my bear boy, but I'm one of those guys that wives complain about. When I cum, it's all over. I tried to stay awake, tried to keep pumping his prick. But we'd been at it for two hours now, it was midnight and I was exhausted. I apologized and fell onto the pillow next to him.
"Roll over on your side so I can cuddle with you," he whispered sweetly. "Will you be warm enough?" he asked wrapping his arms around me.
"Wrapped in my own bear skin rug? Yeah," I mumbled my eyes already shut.
"I love you," he said as I drifted off to sleep.
Ogden Nash said, "Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker." Terry had bought me several drinks during dinner and gave me a big glass of wine while we watched the porn flick. At 3:30 in the morning all that booze reached my bladder. I snuck out of Terry's bed. But returning from the bathroom I stumbled around and woke the slumbering bear.
"You're awake this time of night?" he asked.
"Laying next to a good looking man like you? Of course, I am."
"I love you," he said again before crawling to my side and kissing me.
He kissed me long and hard, then pushed me back down in the bed. He turned his tongue and lips to my dick.
I giggled when the bristles on his chin touched my inner thighs or small round balls. I moaned as he sucked on my cock or tried to gobble up both balls and the cock. Knowing my appreciation for ass play, he worked a finger up the crack of my ass. I jumped.
"We're going to need a lot of KY to do that," I protested mildly.
"Give it to me," he pleaded.
I handed him the now flat tube. I heard it fly against the far wall, when he'd squeezed everything he could out of it. I braced myself when the finger went back in but couldn't keep from jumping.
I wanted Terry to fuck my ass again so bad. I considered telling him to forget the finger and to just rape my ass no matter what. But, I knew the reality would be him or both of us ending up on the floor. "Please don't do that," I said in frustration.
"Tomorrow, I'll buy a big tube of KY," he assured me with no indication of frustration or bitterness. He pulled me into his arms again. "I love you," he assured me as we drifted off to sleep.
In the morning he dropped me at the hotel. He promised to buy a "big" tube of butt lube and another pack of condoms. He wanted to pick me up from work again.
Later in the day he called to make it later and eventually called back saying he was exhausted, could we make it the following night. I should have been disappointed but with only three hours of sleep and an asshole that winced every time I sat down, I could only think of one thing, "Thank God."
But I'm sure looking forward to tomorrow night.