I let go of all resistance, truly committed to the moment, and relinquished control. He laid me on the bed and slowly undressed me. When he got to my jockstrap, his eyes lit up. "Very nice.
He spread open my legs with his warm, caring hands and nestled his face between my ass. His tongue was methodical and teasing, just barely swiping against my hole. He was giving me a lesson in patience, and I was a willing pupil. There was no frustration on my part. Not anymore. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the experience.
The pressure of his tongue grew firmer. He began probing me with it, warming and wetting the ring. I felt myself melting under his power. I was his to do what he wanted with.
The sound of a bottle cap snapped open. I raised my eyelids just enough to see him coating his beefy digits with a generous dollop of lube. He rubbed it around on the skin of his fingertips to warm it. Such a thoughtful bear.
He started with his index finger, gliding it slowly into my hole. There was no discomfort. My muscles were already relaxed. He played with my ass for a while, but I could sense he was holding back. He was tracing long strokes along the inner walls of my asshole, but he didn't delve deep enough to hit my most sensitive spot.
His finger slid out of me, coated them with more lube, intertwined his index finger on top of his middle finger, and slid them in together. Now he was really beginning to fill me up. His fingers were so thick, working their wizardry, twirling around inside me. I was so ready for him to fuck me, and I could tell he was too.
His jockstrap was stretched out as his big cock formed a tent in the pouch. I wondered if he'd gone another full week without release, or if he'd wasted his load on someone else. I tried not to think about it. We were together now. That's all that mattered.
My cock was busting at the seams of my mesh underwear, leaving nothing to hide. No more secrets. I already had a river of pre-cum seeping out, and we were just getting started.
Bear removed his two fingers and generously trickled more lube across them. I knew what was coming next. He formed his index, middle, and ring finger into an overlapping sandwich, then slid them inside me. My asshole tightened at first, but Bear took his time until my body was ready. I took a deep breath and felt myself open up to him.
Every nerve inside me tingled as he stroked using a "come here" motion. And finally, he landed on my prostate. My head was spinning. I felt like I transcended to another world. Each time he stroked my bloated, sensitive prostate gland, it pushed another thick rope of pre-cum out of me.
"You doing okay, baby?" Bear asked.
I nodded. "Better than okay. That feels incredible."
He kissed me again. His tongue wrestled with mine. I loved the intimacy of being kissed while he fingered me. It felt like we were connecting in a way that was more than just physical.
"I think it's time," Bear said.
I pulled down his jockstrap and admired his thick, veiny cock as it waved in my face. It was the perfect specimen in every way. He had meaty low hanging balls and a solid shaft that lead to a bullet-shaped head. I greeted the glossy tip with a kiss, swiping my tongue along his leaking slit and then probing under his foreskin. He moaned with gratitude as I licked a circle around his sensitive corona. Then I opened wide and invited him into my mouth, taking him one inch at a time. He was so thick and harder than a slab of marble. I wasn't sure if I could fit all of him into my throat, but damn it, I was determined to try.
I relaxed my gag reflex, letting his girth stretch me wider. I gave myself time to adjust, and once I was prepared, I swallowed him all the way down until my nose was buried in his dense forest of black hair. He smelled fresh and clean, like the eucalyptus body wash from the shower soap dispensers.
Once I was warmed up and could accommodate his length, he started fucking my face like an animal. He put his hands on my head to hold me in place and dug his fingers into my scalp while he thrust his hips back and forth. I loved the feeling of him using my face as his fuckhole. He was leaking a thick and steady stream of pre-cum down my throat. I gulped it down, not letting a drop go to waste.
Just as I was really getting into it, he stopped and pulled out.
"What's wrong?" I asked, wiping away the pool of saliva that spilled onto my chin.
"I was getting too close to an orgasm. We're not finished yet," he said with a smile.
"Okay, then." Deciding to give his dick a break, I rolled his balls around on my tongue. I felt him tense up, so I was extra gentle.
"Careful, they're very tender," he warned. "I'm so full of cum, I feel like I could burst."
I eased off. "That makes two of us."
He took a condom out of his bag and handed it to me. I felt like I was unwrapping a gift on Christmas Day when I tore open the foil wrapper and rolled it over his dick. Then I took the bottle of lube he'd set on the table and poured a generous amount in my palm.
Bear shuddered when I worked it over his cock, getting him slick and ready to enter me. I rubbed another gob of lube around my hole and settled back onto the bed with my legs spread wide apart.
He knelt into the mattress and pressed his cock head against my hole. He'd already done a good job of getting me warmed and ready for him, so there was no resistance. He slid in with ease, slowly, filling me like a beer can.
We communicated with our eyes. He was searching my face to make sure I was comfortable. I smiled, and he smiled back. His eyes crinkled at the edges. I loved it when he looked at me like that.
He picked up his pace, sliding his cock in and out of me in a steady rhythm. With each thrust, he pounded against my prostate. The familiar tingling was building from inside me. It was even more intense than it had been last time.
A ceiling had been removed. A layer of opposition that once existed inside me was gone. Each time his head made contact with my prostate, it felt like he was delving deeper into a channel I'd never explored.
Our breaths quickened. He was pounding me harder, more aggressively. His inner beast was set free, and so was mine. We moaned louder, making primal sounds that reverberated from our chests and echoed out of our throats.