With each grunt and groan, I climbed higher into the sky. The world around me disappeared. He began kissing my chest, nipping at my neck. The gruff feeling of his beard mixed with the soft contrast of his mouth.
"You feel it, don't you baby?" Bear asked.
"I do."
It was so good, so intense, my eyes started to water. The feeling was overwhelming me.
"Are you alright?"
I laughed and wiped away the wetness from my face. "Yeah, I'm not crying. It's just...fuck, right there. That's the spot. It's almost more than I can handle."
"Tell me what it feels like."
"A balloon, growing from my core."
"Good, good. Describe it in more detail."
"It's being filled up, stretched to the limit of its fibers. Oh, fuck, Bear. It's never felt like this before."
"Keep breathing. Let it happen. And look at me, baby. Keep your eyes connected to mine."
I didn't realize I'd looked away. Maybe I was afraid he'd see the real me. I decided to let myself be vulnerable and stared directly into his dark eyes, which now glimmered like a pool of chocolate.
"Fuck, I feel like it's going to pop," I said. My breathing was labored, and I was struggling to recall some yoga techniques that would let me find my focus.
"Tear it open, baby. Imagine that balloon being pushed to its limits, stretched until it can't hold anymore, then let it burst open wide."
Warmth spread through the network of nerves inside me, radiating from my prostate and filling the entire lower half of my body. I began shaking uncontrollably. Something was taking over. Something powerful, beyond my control. I let it consume me.
"Oh, fuck. It's happening. It's happening!"
"That's it," he said. "Surrender to the pleasure."
I grit my teeth. He was slamming into me, hitting his target perfectly with each lunge. His heavy balls slapped against my ass.
Then it happened.
I felt the release start on the inside and then propel itself out of me, the pressure relieved from my haggard prostate gland, and a silvery white rope of semen burst out of my cock, coating my skin. It seemed to go on forever, just one continuous orgasm that shook my entire body.
Bear kept pounding relentlessly at my prostate gland, draining me of every last drop of cum. Then he pulled out of me, ripped off the condom, and pumped his cock with his fist. The first strand of his burning hot cum rained on me. All over my chest and face. I was covered in his seed. I stuck out my tongue and caught the second and third bursts, reveling in the salty deliciousness.
When he finally seemed satisfied that he'd milked out his last drop, he collapsed on top of me. We were sweaty and panting, bonded with our fluids. He licked the cum off my chin, then rolled it around in my mouth with his tongue as we kissed.
I ran my fingers through his drenched black hair, clearing it from his forehead. A strange and intense emotion took over when I looked into his eyes. I felt like he was truly seeing me. "Nobody's ever made me feel like that."
He smiled with appreciation. "I'm happy you let me take you there."
"But why me? You must have thought I was such a tool when we first met. I was strutting around here like a peacock."
"Peacocks are beautiful and they like attention. There's nothing wrong with that. But you weren't being fulfilled. You wanted more, and I wanted to give it to you. That's where I get my pleasure. I like to tap into the hidden places men don't even know they have. Take them to another level."
"I don't even know what to say... Thank you." I kissed him again, tasting the remnants of our snowball.
He rolled off me and stood up. His hairy body was matted with cum that was drying into a caky white crust. "Why don't we go hit the showers?"
"Okay. Afterwards, what would you think of leaving here together and grabbing a late night snack?"
He patted his belly. "I'm always up for a late night snack."