A gay story: My Bear and his BBW Pt. 03
Thank you for all the encouragement and kind words. Part 3 is below.
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Saturday, 8 p.m.
Knock, knock. I’m back at Derek and Carol’s, as they anticipated. As I did as well, to be honest.
“Welcome!” cheered Carol as she flung open the door. “I knew you’d come,” she smirked. “Come on in. You know the way.”
I entered and headed into the living room. Carol followed after closing the front door. Another Oriental robe. Blue. Longer but just as elegant.
I was instantly confronted by Sarah. Sitting on one of the sofas. Their profile on Fabswingers had no pictures, but Sarah had described herself as ‘Slim, athletic, blonde, 5’10”.’ Totally accurate. She stood and smiled. Tall, slim, long shiny legs, and quite muscular. She obviously worked out a lot. Her blonde peroxide hair was short, neck length, with a slight wave.
“So, you’re Simon. I’ve heard a lot about you, my dear,” she smiled. “We’ll have a lot of fun tonight. I guarantee.”
“Pete and Derek are downstairs,” said Carol. “They’ll be up soon. Sure, they’ll have heard the door. Unless they’ve got the old clips blasting out. Probably reminiscing again,” she moaned to Sarah.
“Old clips?” I asked. I was not sure what that meant, but having seen the cellar, I had some ideas.
“Old clips from their wrestling days. That’s how we all met. Sarah and I used to enjoy going to events years ago. Bit of a groupie thing,” Carol laughed.
“And I bagged Odd-job, and she got the Bear,” laughed Sarah.
The Bear. Derek surely? Odd-job? Peter? There are no pictures of him either on their profile either but the description started to make sense. ‘5’6, stocky, mixed race.’ He’d also added Cock – large, cut.
“Make yourself at home,” said Carol. “I’ll shout them.”
She headed out into the hall, and I sat down opposite Sarah. She, too, had a robe on. Silky and expensive looking.
“So, Carol tells me you three had some fun the other afternoon?” she asked. “Here for a bit of group fun now, then?”
“Er, yeah. We had some…er..fun the other day. They asked if I wanted to join you. So here I am”
“Good,” she replied. “I do like watching the boys in action.”
“Simon! Let me introduce you to Pete.” Derek appeared. Naked. Followed by Peter, much shorter but no less intimidating. His description was bang on except for omitting the bald head, barrel chest, massive muscular thighs, and arse – and hairless all over.
“Hello, lad,” he said. The mixed race made sense – the Scottish Odd-job.
“So, introductions done. Let’s plan the evening,” said Derek, taking his seat in the armchair. Peter joined Sarah, and Carol sat down next to me.
“Glad you came, Simon. We’re going to have a great time tonight. So, this is how it works. We’ll head down to the cellar in a minute. Get some porn playing, and then, well, play. Okay?”
“Er…yeah” I replied.
“Excellent! So, rules. We like the odd rule just to make things clear. For the newbies.”
“Okay,” I replied. I’m slightly more nervous now.
“Rule 1: You are ours. Once you’re down there, you do as you’re told. Rule 2. See Rule 1!” laughed Derek. “See, simple. So, let’s go. Strip.”
Carol and Sarah jumped up and headed for the door, followed by Peter as I stood and began stripping. T-shirt, trainers, jeans. Not stopping this time at my boxers. I knew the drill this time.
“Well remembered,” smiled Derek. “Come on,” he said as he ushered me down into the cellar.
The light was different this time as we turned into the cellar. A red light bathed the room. Carol and Sarah had now disrobed and sat cuddling on one of the two sofas. Carol in black heels and a leather waspie. Her huge tits are openly on display. Sarah was also a vision of kink. A black leather studded peephole bra and matching crotchless knickers. Pete sat with his legs wide apart on the other sofa. His thick dick rested on his enormous thigh.
“Bit of mood lighting, Simon,” said Derek. As I headed to join Pete on the sofa, he said, “No, you kneel,” pointing to the centre of the room.
I did as I was told. Facing him as he turned and approached the shelves. Rather than with a sex toy, he turned, holding a remote control, which he fired at the TV to my left.
My Fabswingers profile appeared on the screen. My profile picture – my ass clad in rose-lace knickers – and the name “Sub Bi Bottom”
“So,” said Derek, the ringmaster in his play Dungeon, “His profile reads ‘Sub Bi Bottom, looking for a dominant couple to serve. Seeking to be dominated – sexually and verbally’.”
My words. Now my world.
“And here he is. And a very long list of ‘Interests’ as you can see. We’ve already ticked off ‘Oral’ but there are quite a few others to go through. Tonight, we’ll be chalking off ‘Anal’, ‘Spit-roast’, ‘Group Sex’ and ‘S&M'”
Looking at the others, he chuckled, “But do feel free to throw in whatever else takes your fancy.”
Another click of the remote, and both TVs changed to porn. Some orgy scenes.
“Now,” said Derek, pointing over my shoulder. “Go and say hello properly to Odd-job.”
I turned and started to crawl over to him. His dick was now in his hand. Stroking it. The red glow of the room made his hairless skin glow. I nestled between his gigantic thighs. Watching his tight balls bounce as he stroked.
“Fucking suck it,” he growled, pointing his cock head towards me. I edged closer and took the helmet in my mouth. He was slightly smaller than Derek, but he was rock-hard! He continued to slowly stroke, wanking his cock in my mouth as I began to bob down his dick. My tongue twirled as I sucked, probing the slit and the curves of his gorgeous bellend.
“That’ll do the trick,” he said. “Fucking good mouth, Derek.”
He edged forward, removing his hand from his cock and placing it on the back of my head.
“Now, let’s really use that mouth, eh, bitch. You take ma cock” and started bucking his hips upwards. “Get it nice and fucking hard. The girls wanna see it buried in your ass, ya wee bitch.”
The onslaught continued as he fired short thrusts from his hips, ramming his cock into my mouth. “Oh, yeah, that’s it,” he growled.
“Oh fuck!” I heard from Sarah behind me. “I love it when he uses a sissy. Fuck him, Pete!” she exclaimed.
Pete stopped. Holding my mouth halfway down his dick. “You wanna see him used, love?” he asked as he pulled my head off his cock and stood up. Looking down at me, he declared, “I hear ya like a face fucking,” and slammed his cock deep in my throat. Holding my head tight against his groin, his hands clamped to the back of my head.
I frantically tried to find air. My nose struggled to find any as he held me. There was no moving. I could feel myself starting to choke. Unable to stop, I gagged, and saliva burst from my nose and lips.
“Oh Christ!” moaned Sarah. “Fucking give it to him!”
He pulled me back by the hair, and I gasped for oxygen. “We’ll have to work on that,” he goaded. “I’m no as nice as Derek.” With that, he slammed home again. Now using those taut ass muscles and thighs to jackhammer my face. Not as deep but rapid, unrelenting thrusts. My mouth stretched open as he used it. Spit drooling from my lips and chin.