The Bear - Sex Stories

The Bear

... spit drooling from his mouth, and tears dripping from his eyes. Then the Cross hinged, jackknifing him so his rear protruded upwards and his head and arms pointed down, with his legs spread wide.

The Bear lifted its paws to the back of Matthew’s thighs, claws scraping flesh, then the snout sniffed at his anus. Matthew froze, petrified of what would happen next. The Cole / Bear shuffled its feet closer, and Matthew felt what seemed like a giant, slick pole pushing against his puckered arse. He screamed again, and the scream climbed in pitch as the pole slid slowly, inexorably into him.

When the pushing stopped, the pole filled him as nothing before. His befuddled mind suddenly cleared for a moment because of the adrenaline, and he realized that he had finally gotten his fondest wish.

He was being fucked by the great Marcus Cole in a costume – and was thrilled that the reality was so muchmore than he had imagined! This was no ordinary fuck-and-fumble in a bed-sit or luxury hotel room. This was an elaborate psycho-drama, a dream-cum-fucking-true!

Cole’s stiff penis, engorged by a cock ring, started to move roughly in and out, having to force its way in each time…and causing Matthew to scream again, this time in nerve-tingling excitement. It was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced, and he had to fight to catch his breath.

The penis started moving faster and faster, with The Bear’s furry hide rubbing against his arse and ...

... back each time the pole plumbed his depths, while Cole’s hoarse, enhanced grunts came louder and faster. Eventually, Matthew felt its cock begin to pulse and knew his ordeal was not yet finished.

His rectum throbbed painfully as The Bear came, flooding Matthew with its cum. The pressure on Matthew’s prostate, mixed with the exotic setting and the realization of his fondest dream, brought him to a shattering climax, his rigid penis fountaining spurt after spurt of agonizing pleasure onto the dust below.

Cole gave a deafening roar as he climaxed, and Matthew’s screams once again pierced the night as panic and ecstasy mingled…until he passed out and hung limply from the Cross’ restraints.

~~~~~

Later, when Matthew had been cleaned up and restored to his clothes, he sat, head in his hands, weak-kneed, trembling, and emotionally drained.

Cole appeared, fully clothed, looking sleek, human, and utterly urbane. He took Matthew’s hand in both of his.

“My dear boy, you weremagnificent! I don’t often get such an over-the-top performance as that. Thank youso much!”

Matthew looked up through embarrassed eyelashes at the great man, and said, “Maybe…we could…do it again, Mr Cole?”

“Call me Marcus, my dear boy – but sorry, no. One does this only once with each partner. It loses something without the element of surprise, wouldn’t you agree?” As he turned to leave, Cole winked at him and said, “Besides, torepeat oneself would be…unbearable…”