He continued to squat on my dick for a few seconds then freed himself, peeled the condom off me and dropped it in a bin on the floor, stroked my cheek then he was gone. My brain twirling, I placed my towel on the sofa beside the table where I'd put my pint, sank down, closed my eyes and relived the last five minutes in my mind. My eyes snapped open when I felt a strong pair of hands massaging my shoulders, fingers and thumbs digging deep. It felt good and, my eyes still closed, I leaned into it. To show willing I reached out my hand and curled it around the guy's prick; I'd never touched one before, except my own of course, and his felt massive.
A deep, gruff Cockney voice rumbled in my ear, "Are you top or bottom?" Despite having just topped someone I said hopefully that I was bottom. Without another word my masseur stood and walked in the direction of the doorway; for a moment I thought he hadn't liked my answer, but then in the light from outside the room I saw him staring intently back at me. Taking the hint I rose and followed him. He walked to a flight of stairs and glanced meaningfully back at me then climbed them. He looked like my idea of a Turkish wrestler - several inches taller than me, probably 50-ish, bald on top with a cropped fringe around his head, short grizzled beard. He must have been 20 stone or more, with a slight beer belly and love handles, but beneath the folds of fat there was a solid muscular body. He was a real bear, hair from his neck to his feet, and across his shoulders and down his back. Without another look back he walked to one of a row of identical doors, turned a Yale key that was sitting in the lock, removed it and walked inside. As I followed he closed the door and snapped the snib on the lock to secure it.
Now it was just him and me, alone and naked. He sat on a wooden double bed with a thin mattress. I joined him and he stretched a ham hock arm around me, pulled me to him and smacked his lips to mine, pushing his ox tongue into my mouth. I tasted salt and beer, and his beard prickled against my skin. He broke off after ten seconds and, standing, laid me face down on the bed then removed a condom from a wicker basket on a shelf and rolled it onto his cock, at least eight inches and thicker than a bratwurst. There was also a half-pint bottle of a clear liquid on the shelf my bear-man dipped two fingers into it then shoved them into my bum, spreading the icy cold gel around my cavity.
Having done that, I was surprised when he turned me onto my back, spread my legs and kneeled between them. As he shuffled between my thighs I mumbled, "Don't be too rough, this is my first time." At that his eyebrows raised and his mouth twitched into a smile. He raised my legs over his, positioned himself then, for the first time, I felt a prick enter my anus. He did take it gently at first, going slow, pausing between each stroke and not going deep; but as he felt my hole expanding to accommodate him he began to up the pace and the depth, until he was grinding into me to the hilt, his big balls swinging against my bum. Christ, for the first few seconds I felt like he was going to tear me apart, and I bit my knuckle to stifle a yelp, but as I got used to it I started to love the plunge of his full length into me, his eyes locked on mine, flames searing up through my belly, and I gasped each time his groin slammed against me. My cock responded too, stiffening as he continued to ride me. His last few strokes were huge, then with a big gasp he shot his load into the rubber, and I felt his warmth filling my bumhole.
With a sigh he lay down beside me and we cuddled for a minute or so, my flat smooth belly pressed to his big hairy one. Then he stood, dumped the rubber, wiped himself clean with his towel. Then delicately wiped the lube out of my arse. I assumed he was finished with me then but, to my surprise, he dropped to his knees and took my still aroused cock in his mouth. He fucked me with it, his tongue flicking around me, his whiskers tickling me and a hand stroking squeezing my balls. I warned him I was about to cum but with that he just sucked all the harder and, my hips bucking, I exploded deep into his throat.
I've become quite a regular at Chargers now, and I've struck lucky a few times, including once more with the bear, fucking, sucking, being fucked and even rimmed. I've actually spent my last three evenings there with the same guy, a pretty Indian a few years younger than me, and I'm looking forward to seeing him again. I think my wife's becoming suspicious, but to be honest I'm so close to becoming a total convert that I don't really care.
