What We Did

As he stepped out of the airport shuttle and paid the driver, I could see clearly through his jeans that he was already hard. I double-checked my reflection in the window and hoped he couldn't see me through the mid-day glare. I was wearing boxers and a wifebeater... maybe I should have done something about the chest hairs peeking up above the neckline and out around the straps. I knew I looked cute anyway, and just his type: stocky, a little furry, very masculine. More cub than bear. He was all bear... a big, black bear. Just my type.

I heard his knock on the door and ran to open it. He took one look at me and the look on his face said it as loudly as the tent in his jeans: he was definitely happy to see me. I stood up on my tiptoes for a kiss and found my ass cheeks grabbed by his hands. He pulled me up, almost forcing my legs around his waist, and began carrying me towards our bedroom.

I hit the bed with a thud.

By the time I came to my senses, a few seconds later, he had unbuckled his belt, opened his pants, and revealed his tented bikini briefs. It was a beautiful sight to behold. His thick foreskin was easily visible through the stretched nylon and a large circle of the fabric was darkened by his copious pre-cum. I wonder how long he had been thinking about what we were about to do. His dick-drool alone told me it must have been a while. His large, egg-shaped balls filled out the rest of the pouch, and I longed to feel them rolling around in my mouth.

I rolled around the bed so my face was near his crotch and he shoved his briefs-covered package into my face. His clothed balls rubbed over my nose and cheeks and I tried to capture them with my mouth. And then he changed his mind.

"I'm sorry, I just can't wait," he growled as he took a step back and spun me around by my legs. He pushed me backwards on the bed and roughly grabbed my boxer shorts, yanking them down my legs.

Dammit, I was so wet just thinking about what we were about to do. He pushed my legs apart with one hand while his other hand was fishing in his briefs, pulling his hard cock out the leg hole. He stroked it a couple times, rubbing the thick foreskin over the purple mushroom head and spreading his dripping pre-cum. His cock was so beautiful... a dark chocolate brown, thick, flared in all the right places, just made for breeding me.