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Mr. Bear snapped his fingers at me and pointed at the bed, almost like he took pleasure in being the one to give instruction. I didn’t mind it, it was a one-time deal. He wasn’t going to be giving me instruction over the long term.
I shimmied myself out of my denim cut offs, revealing that I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the fishnet stockings were crotchless. I’d DIY-ed them myself for easy access. My cock was solid and throbbing every other second at the idea of who could be hiding under that bear head.
He growled, watching me. “On your back.”
Another instruction. I could easily ignore it, or give in this one time.
To save us both the time, I hopped onto the bed, sprawled on my back, my legs flicked in the air. If I was given the time to stretch, they would’ve been behind my head.
I looked Mr. Bear up and down as he slowly stepped toward me. There was no read on him, but I knew I wasn’t going to be getting my ass ate. “Fuck me then,” I told him, stretching my hands out and grabbing both my cheeks. “We don’t have all night.”
He beat his fists to his chest and let out a roar. “I decide,” he said, walking to the side of the bed. As I turned my head, I saw the bowl of lube packets and condoms he was reaching for.
I loved a safe top, but sometimes, I liked a little risk. I was on PrEP, and regularly tested. “You fuck in that bear thing all the time?” I asked, watching his cock bounce as he walked, a small string of precum flicking up at his belly.
“I have a full outfit,” he said. “But I figure the head is less daunting than seeing me in the full thing.”
With one hand, I played with my cock, and the other hand I was giving my ass a squeeze and giving him an insight into my perfect little ass. “Let’s see how good your dick game is before I agree to a second.”
“I wasn’t asking for a second round, I was just answering your question.”
The top had sass. I could sass back. “You will,” I said. If there’s one thing I knew about myself, I had that A+ ass, deserving of a medal of freedom with the amount of cock I liberated from its cum. Although I couldn’t promise I’d be able to accept his offer, especially since I was soon to be set up, but my head was in this moment, and my head knew to stay in the pleasure when it could.
Mr. Bear pulled both my legs until I dangled off the side of the bed. “Much better position.” He pushed my knees to my chest, and I was once reminded how a little stretch beforehand would’ve had my legs behind my head, and my ass on a platter, but I knew I wasn’t getting peak inside that mask.
“You fuck with it?”
“Yeah. Does that excite you?” he opened a lube packet and it squirted at my balls, dripping down my taint going in the right direction. He scooped it up with two fingers and swiftly inserted both of them inside my ass. I’d already loosened up, so it wasn’t too bad, but caught me by surprise. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Not knowing who was behind that head was a turn-on, all I had to go off was the abstract tribal tattoo up his rib cage, and from that alone, I knew he wasn’t someone I’d fucked before. Or the cock, I had an eidetic memory for cock; shape, length, jaw feel, and precum production.
As Mr. Bear played with my ass, I committed his cock to memory. He slapped his condomed cock against my cock, like a jockey slapping its horse, I wondered what he wanted. My hole was right there.
“Are you gonna make me beg?” I asked.
“If you want,” he said. “I was just knocking before I entered.” The tip of his cock, much thicker than the two fingers he’d explored the opening of my hole with stretched me.
My lips parted, my teeth sank into the tip of my tongue, trying my best not to show any emotion other than pleasure. It hurt, but I’d taken thicker. I knew I should’ve done a full body stretch before I came out.
He pushed it all the way in, resting one hand on the bed and the other gripping at the teddy bear on the crop top. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” he asked. “To be fucked by a bear.”
I couldn’t unbite my tongue to speak. I’d been fucked by bears before, but this was the first time I was being fucked by a man in a teddy bear mask. Consider that a new kink unlocked.
Mr. Bear was slow at first, feeling me for a rhythm and once he hit the spot and I couldn’t hold back the moan anymore, he continued hitting it. My fingers gathered the sheets up around us.
“On top,” he said, scooping me up into his big burly arms. I’d never felt like my body was so insignificant before, but his touch definitely did it. The switch was seamless as he rolled over, the bear head barely moving, although I did catch a glimpse of the scruff under his chin.
Being on top was my favorite position as it gave me control over the pace, and after the rhythm he’d already set, if he wasn’t careful, I’d ride the stuffing right out of him. With my legs now resting by his legs and I took up a straddling position, I found myself takin more of his dick, and concerned that I hadn’t been taking the full length of it.
“You can do better than that,” he said, giving my thigh a spank. “Come on.”
All my usual methods weren’t working because I’d be sucking their face at the same time, and thee was no doing that with him. I made do, picking up the courage to lift my hips and threw them back on his cock.
Mr. Bear’s grip on my thighs grew heavier as I rode him, my cock twitching as my balls slapped down on him. I was ready to cum at any minute, I had been for a while, the way his cock pressed against my prostate was more than I could handle, but I’d done a good job handling it so far.
Then he came. Both hands on my waist, his fingers hooked into my fishnets. He held me in place as his cock throbbed inside me. I took my cock in my hand and after a couple jerks, like shaking a can of pop, I bust my load into my hand. I wasn’t a shooter like some guys, mine came out in a couple squirts and belly reached further than my own belly button.
“Thanks for that,” he said.