A gay story: My Bear and his BBW Pt. 01
My first venture into writing. Partly true, partly fantasy.
It would be remiss of me not to thank wankerholic42 for the inspiration to start writing and also the encouragement to publish.
Any errors or “glitches” in the text or layout are all down to me.
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“What the fuck am I doing here?” I asked myself. Panicking as I stood outside the large terraced house. Hand again poised to knock. Looking up and down the street. Thankfully quiet. “Either do it or go,” I thought.
The door opened. Derek? Must be Derek. Looked like him from the pictures we’d shared on FabSwingers. “You must be Simon?” he said.
“Yes. Yes, I am,” I mumbled. The homeowner was even bigger than I’d expected. Towering over me. A huge guy.
“You wanna come in?” he asked in a deep masculine voice. Stepping aside to show me the hallway.
“Yes. Thank you,” I replied and stepped over the threshold. “Fuck. I’m doing this,” I thought.
“We’re in here,” said Derek, pointing to the living room. I stepped into a spacious, Victorian living room. Bay window, armchair, long curtains, fireplace, two sofas, rug in the centre of the room.
“Hiya,” I heard. A chirpy female voice. Moving further into the room I saw Carol. Must be Carol. Seated on one of the sofas. Auburn hair, glasses, green top and skirt. “We were wondering whether you’d come. I saw you on the doorstep so we thought we’d help you decide,” she said, smiling. “We get a lot of no-shows so I’m glad you came. Can I get you anything?” she asked, half lifting her full curvy figure from her seat.
“No. Thank you,” I said, nervously rooted to the spot – not sure whether to shake her hand or offer a peck on the cheek. How do you greet people you’ve never met but are going to have sex with?
Derek moved into the room, closing the door behind him and slumped his huge frame into the armchair. White T-shirt and grey jogging pants.
“Come and make yourself comfortable,” he said. “Let’s have a chat eh?”
I headed to the empty sofa facing his chair and perched on the edge of the seat.
“Have you done anything like this before?” he asked.
“No. First time. Well…not the first time.. but the first time doing something like this. If you know what I mean?” I replied.
“Sort of,” he chuckled. “You said in your messages – and thanks for the pictures by the way – very hot – that you wanted to ‘suck cock again – and be dominated’?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“And you liked the look of us from our pictures? Or you wouldn’t be here – obviously,” he responded.
I looked over at Carol and then back to him. “Yes. I like the look of you both.”
“Good,” he said, sitting forward, His shaven head glistening from the light through the window behind him. God, he was a big, powerful man. “So, are we doing this?”
I gulped. Shaking. Physically shaking. I glanced at the smiling Carol, settling herself into the sofa. “Do it or go. Do it or go,” I thought. “Yes. That’s what I want to do,” I mustered.
“Excellent. Strip and kneel there,” commanded Derek, settling back in his chair and pointing to the rug.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I thought. “This is happening.”
I stood and removed my tie. Dropping it onto the sofa behind me. I then unbuttoned my white shirt and half-heartedley folded it and placed it with the tie. I sat down again to untie my shoes and remove my socks. My hands shook as Carol and Derek casually watched on.
I stood and unbuckled my belt and dropped my trousers. Placing those behind me I took a step towards the middle of the room.
“Ah, ah. Strip,” said Derek.
I paused and realised he meant fully naked. I turned and slid down my boxer shorts. Tossing them onto my other clothes. “Nice,” commented Derek. “Pictures don’t do that ass justice.”
I turned to face him. My slim naked body was exposed to them both.
“Now you can kneel,” he said.
I took a couple of steps and knelt naked in the centre of their living room rug.
My host stood and peeled off his white t-shirt and flung down his grey jogging pants. Stepping out of them he stood over me.
6 foot 2? 6 foot 3? His massive frame carried a lot of weight. Some fat but also a lot of muscle! Broad shoulders and thick, powerful arms. A large chest and rounded stomach. Covering his entire body was a layer of dark, wispy hair. From his hairy chest and arms down to his robust legs, his body was raw physicality. A perfect combination of size, power, and masculinity. Just what I’d set out to find.
And now – his thick manhood hung proudly before me. Large veins along its length. Powerful and virile. His balls hung low and heavy. Just like the pictures he’d sent. But even more impressive than his pictures! A shiver of excitement and fear ran through me at the sight of his impressive but scary package. He was the embodiment of masculinity, his massive cock and balls a symbol of raw sexual prowess. I had submitted myself to him already.
Carol got up. Her large breasts, full and plump, under her loose top. Each movement she made sent ripples through them. Her hips were just as generous, round and voluptuous. She reached for a glass of white wine, flopped back down on the sofa – her ringside seat – and sipped as Derek approached me.
As he did, I couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and grasp his impressive member, wanting to feel its weight and warmth in my hand.
“No hands,” he said. I immediately lowered them. “Put them behind your back.” I complied immediately.
Carol chuckled. “He’s very eager.”
“Let’s see eh?” replied Derek as he slowly stroked his cock, now inches from my face. His huge hand was a perfect match for the meat it held.
He moved right in and laid his cock on my forehead. “Balls first,” he commanded.
Instinctively I opened my mouth and began tentatively licking him. I slowly lapped and flicked at his hairy sack. Then an overwhelming urge to please him took over my mind. My tonguing became more passionate and urgent. The hairy sack getting wet from my attention as I tried to lick every inch of him. His cock weighed on me as I did.
Then I heard the “Mmmmm” from above me. YES! I re-doubled my efforts. Trying to take one of his balls in my mouth. Gently sucking it. My sole focus now – his pleasure.
“Good,” he moaned and placed a hand on the back of my head, pushing me into his body. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “All for you.”
My tongue now frenziedly lathered his huge balls. Feeling his powerful thighs on my cheeks. This was what I wanted!
He held me there for a minute or two. Then released me. His hard cock was now aimed directly at my mouth. His hand slowly stroked it. The large purple helmet glistened.
“Let’s see how he takes my cock,” he said to Carol. I opened wide without instruction. The size of his bell-end forced me to stretch wider as it slid into the warmth pocket of my mouth. I slid forward. My tongue and cheeks wrapped around his manly cock.
“Slowly,” he said. I looked up at his giant torso as he fixed me with his stare. Then stretched his arms up, placing his hands behind his head.
I held eye contact as I slowly slid back and forth along the first couple of inches of his hard rod. Restraining myself from moving faster. Again, fixed on his pleasure. Following his commands. Worshipping the shape and softness of his helmet with my mouth. Twirling my tongue around it as it slid in and out of my mouth. Moaning.
“Mmmmm – that’s so sexy,” I heard Carol say. “A good one?” she asked.
“Oh yeah…” moaned Derek, as he began to thrust a little. “Got a good mouth this one. Some tricks as well. Not his first cock”.
I cast a sideways glance. Carol was placing her glass on the side table and picking up a glass dildo. Settling back she hitched up her skirt, revealing red lacy knickers.
“Oi. Look at me,” commanded Derek. I looked up the cliff face of his torso. His intense stare focused on me as he placed both hands behind my head. “Stay there,” he said and began to slowly thrust. Half his massive cock now filled my mouth and banged against my throat. I was helpless in his grasp to do anything other than stretch my mouth and resist gagging as he began to face fuck me. I held onto his enormous hairy thighs – so powerful – as the slow, measured, mouth fucking continued.
“Use him, darling,” I heard Carol coo. “I love watching you use them.”
I could barely think as he sped up his thrusts a little. Holding on for dear life as his thick hard cock used me like a sleeve. Struggling not to gag, trying to nose breath, spit began dripping from my mouth down my chin.
Derek continued with his thrusts. A steady, unrelenting face fucking. “Oh this is a good fucking mouth” he announced.
“It certainly looks that way,” said Carol. “And it turns him on. His dick is rock hard”
I hadn’t even realised that I was hard. So engrossed was I in taking Derek’s dick.
“Who cares? He’s here for my dick.”
Derek continued ploughing my mouth. The dirty talking seemed to be a kink of theirs.
“Watch me drown him in fucking spunk. Then you can have a go.”
“Fuck him, babe,” her voice now more breathless as she worked her pussy.
Derek paused and withdrew. Returning his rock-solid dick to my forehead. I took the opportunity to catch my breath. Waiting for whatever came next.
He began slowly sliding and rubbing his cock across my face. The wet hard dick slid across my cheeks, nose and forehead.
“You gonna get him to eat your pussy? Lick your tight little ass?” goaded Derek as he continued mapping my face.
“Mmmm. Maybe both.” purred Carol.
“Oh God,” I thought. “All my fantasies are coming true. A sex toy for a dominant couple.”
“Fill him, Derek! I wanna watch him take all your jizz. Every drop” moaned Carol. Another glance revealed she was naked now, bar her bra. Rapt in her live man-on-man sex show. Sliding a curved blue glass dildo into her shaved pussy.
“As you command, my darling,” chuckled Derek. “This feels like a big one. Let’s hope he’s hungry.”
Derek lined his cock up with my mouth and re-entered. Again he delivered powerful, steady thrusts. His huge phallus filled my mouth.
Increasing the speed of this thrust Derek growled “Fuck!” Oh yeah!” His tree-like legs now added to the power of his sawing. “Oh fuck yeah!”
My face was now squashed against his stomach as he tightened his hold. Short, fast, quickening thrusts as he flexed his hips and hammered into me. Drool was cascading from my battered mouth as I clung on.
“Here you go love!!” shouted Derek.
“Oh God, Yes!” she cried.
Suddenly, he slammed to a halt. His thick cock swelled as he pumped his warm spunk into my mouth. His body juddered and twitched as he came. Thick and creamy. 4, 5, 6 bursts. My mouth was full of his load and my saliva.
“Oh fuck! Yes! Fucking take it,” growled Derek.
His grasp loosened and I was able to swallow. Able to breathe again I started to gently suck the last pulses of his orgasm from him. Loving it! Loving sucking a cock once again!
“Oh fuck! We’re gonna have a lot of fun with this one,” he said as he pushed me away and slumped into his chair. As he idly stroked his softening cock I looked over to Carol. She was smiling at me as she slowly dildoed her wet pussy.
“We are,” she smiled.