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"Big Biker Bear" It's a late Saturday night and you're sitt..
🕑 Added 2024-02-04 06:22:02 +0000 UTC "Big Biker Bear" It's a late Saturday night and you're sitting at a bar on the cheap side of town. You sit there in your stool slowly nursing a gradually warming lager as time slips forward. The establishment is empty except for you, a sleepy patron at the end of the bar, and the bartender who has begun cleaning up for the night. You sigh softly and check your phone, opening Grindr out of habit—you scroll, tap, nothing—time for another sip of your drink. The minutes blend together. You hear the sound of a loud four-stroke engine approaching. You look up and see a bike pull into the lot outside, taking a spot by the door. You turn your attention back to your phone and the Grindr grid as you hear the bike's engine shut off and the rider makes his way into the bar. "Hey Paul," the bartender says. "The usual?" "Yepp!" The biker sits at the bar three stools to your right. He's a huge burly wall, average height, with a full reddish beard and a leather vest. He sighs as he heaves his massive body up and onto the stool, resting his fat ass on the diminutive leather seat cushion. The bartender pours a pint from the tap and gives it to the man. You take another sip of yours and try to look occupied with your phone. Some more minutes tick by, and the bartender offers you a refill. You accept. While he pours you a fresh glass you mull over what to do with the rest of your Saturday evening if nobody hits you up. The bartender brings your drink and you thank him. You take a sip from the fresh brew, letting the foam tickle the tip of your nostrils. You sigh again and open Grindr. Still no messages. You wait for the grid to reload, again. There's a new profile on your grid, on the first position no less. Instinctively you click and the thumbnail and open the profile. grizzly leather, daddy, bear, bondage 0 ft away dom top thick bear looking for submissive holes NPNC 5'10", 295... 'It's him!' you think to yourself. You scroll through the photographs, admiring the hot leather bear. You look over to your right, comparing the photos to the man sitting next to you. Your heartbeat accelerates as you look him over. He sits there, calmly sipping his drink, making idle small talk with the bartender about the NFL playoffs. Your mind mulls over your options on how to approach this. The direct way? Passively? Offer to buy a drink? You pick up yours and take another sip, looking down at your phone and his profile. You sigh and look up, then over to the right again. You see him on his phone, typing a message. You see him smile and put the phone down. Suddenly you feel yours vibrate in the palm of your hand. Shocked you nearly drop if on the counter, but quickly recover and hold it up. He's sent you a message. You open it quickly, eyes locked on the screen. "Hey sexy. Want some fun? Wait 5 minutes then follow me out back." Your head jerks rightwards, making eye contact with his cold gray eyes. He smiles and nods, chugging his down quickly. "Hey, Pete—I'm gonna go out for a smoke..." he says, backing away from the counter. "Sure, sure..." the bartender nods, going back to his work. The dude gives you a wink as he turns and dismounts the stool, taking out a pack of Camels as he makes his way towards the door. You check the time on your phone: 10:39. You put the phone down on the counter and take another sip, a big one. You gulp it down and smile, feeling that giddy sense of success. The next few moments pass slowly as you gradually finish your drink. Briefly, you consider that he may mean you ill-will. Though unlikely, it is a possibility—you decide to make sure to be careful. You check your phone again: 10:41. You roll your eyes and curse your impatience. You feel your cock begin to throb under your jeans, the anticipation building. It's been a while since you had such a sleazy hookup, straight out of a dive bar. 10:42. Fuck it. Behind the bar toward the back of the parking lot, you see the biker standing with his back against the brick wall of the building. In the moonlight, you can make out his black leather vest and tattered blue jeans, the thick curly beard, and heavy leather boots. You watch as he pitches his cigarette, smirking as you approach. He licks his lips and grips his bulge. "Looks like we got ourselves a live one..." You smile and walk up towards him, getting within a yard of his body—letting the energy build. "You're hot as fuck," you manage at last, looking him over from head to toe. "You're not so bad yourself," he says, reaching out and grabbing a hold of your arm—taking a firm grip and inhaling slowly. "Fuck yeah, you trying to suck some cock, boy?" "Yes, Sir—you know it!" you say as you get to your knees, trying to find a comfortable spot on the pavement as he whips his thick hairy bear cock out of his fly. He pulls you into his murkiness as you find your balance, slurping his shaft down as you savor his scent. :"Mm, fuck—just like that," he says, the soft fleshy member bulging as you suckle and stretch it out. It begins to engorge itself in your mouth as you bury your nostrils into stinky biker pubes. You feel his fingertips massaging your skull as he holds you down so he can access your throat. His dick dives deep into you, teasing your tonsils as his shaft begins to stiffen. "Good boy, that's a nice lil cocksucker!" "Yessir," you mutter, muffled by his member. He looks straight down at you as he pulls his cock out and holds your face with one hand, fishooking your cheek and inspecting your mouth. He grips his slobbery dick and smacks it against your lips. You stick your tongue out and massage the underside as he smirks and spits in your mouth. "You like that?" "Yessir," you say again, muffled this time by his thumb. "That's it, dirty fucking boy--prowling the bars this late..." he removes his thumb and sticks his dick back inside your mouth, rudely pumping it in and out. You feel his sweet precum begin to spurt out of the tip and onto your tongue. You swallow it and moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your senses are assailed by the combination of musk and spunk. The wave of testosterone emanating from his body is overwhelming, you can feel your nerves being triggered by pheromones and turning you into his submissive bitch. The instinct to submit and please this biker cock seems so natural as if wired into your DNA. He removes his dick again and smacks it across your cheeks, dragging a glob of your spit across your skin. "How's that cock taste?" "Taste's great, Sir!" You open your mouth and lick the underside, "please let me have more!" "Mm, I love a hungry boy," he smashes the full length down into your throat. Holding you down for about ten seconds, he waits until you gag, enjoying the sensation of your throat gulping and clenching his thick bear shaft. He taunts you further as he releases you from his cock, "Kiss the tip," he says, wiggling it on the tips of your lips. You oblige him by pecking it gently, suckling on the head and giving him wide puppy-dog eyes. "Please Sir!" "Please, what?" "Please give me more cock," you kiss it again and suck more, desperate to pleasure him. He smiles and pats you on your cheek before sticking his dick halfway into your mouth. "Good boy," he swoons, "Daddy likes it when you use your manners..." You moan as he pulls you back into his hairy groin, burying your face deep into his rough public bush once more. You can feel the hairs scratch your delicate skin as his man scent again invades your nasal cavity. Your own cock throbs in the tight prison of your clothes as your arousal grows. With each thrust his pole takes into your throat, your own dick responds by throbbing and leaking warm precum into your underwear. The warmth oozes out of the tip of your dick as the back of your neck is pulverized by your newfound leather daddy. You feel the joy of instrumentality, being turned into a tool for this male's pleasure—being used to fulfill his needs and becoming his hole. The naturalness of this role overtakes your body and your muscles relax as you slip into physical bliss as you're used by rough biker pole. A few minutes of throat pounding go by before he removes his cock from your mouth a final time. He smacks it again across your cheeks and snarls, "up against the wall—I'm gonna take you for a ride!" To be continued... (Part 2: https://onlyfans.com/928841914/thegrizzlyden) Note: Sorry this is a little late getting out, it went on longer than I expected so I will finish it with part two this week. Thank you all for reading, I know these don’t come out that often but I feel like quality is more important than quantity, and I want to give y’all my best. Thanks for reading, please leave a like if you enjoyed!
