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by WV GRIFFIN


The day started out beautiful, from the brilliant sunrise to my right delicious breakfast. But as a day can go, by mid evening, I was in something of a half assed mood and on the lookout for something to get into. My decision was to hit my favorite plain sight area. That way, I could watch the world go by and not be seen.

That’s the very thing I’d always found so amazing about the area I headed to. It’s a wide-open area right along main street, but not a soul will see you as they go by. Regardless of whether they drive, walk, bike or jog. The clue is to look up, and there you may see someone like me, about ten feet up. So, I was there and enjoyed the Ozzy tunes via CD Walkman. Just as my dead cigarette traveled over the rail and down to the street, a full-size pickup truck slowed and the driver looked up through the moon roof. Our eye contact was brief, but his fast grin told me he had his eye on me. So I lit another cigarette and waited to see if he would make a return.

I looked left, up at the far corner and then heard a vehicle that sounded much closer from the right. As my eyes scanned down the street, his truck fell into my peripheral. I had begun to smile before we locked eyes and then I raised my brow in satisfaction once he parked. I puffed the cigarette to shut my open mouth and then stepped over the rail and sat on the edge of the stone. The stranger shut off his truck, lit up a cigarette and then leaned out the window as he smoked it. Boy was I glad he parked right under the street light.

He had a full head of reddish hair, manly, thick nose and a delicious looking set of lips surrounded by a full beard. My tongue would have dragged perfectly from the space under his lips to his chin. I swore his eyes were green, but would have to leave my perch to be sure. From what I could see of his torso, he looked to be built right thick between the shoulders. When the open collar of his shirt showed some degree of hair on his chest, my fingers began to curl with anticipation.

He grinned at me, and then used a subtle gesture in request that I come down. I continued to grin and gave a stare of question. When he flicked the cigarette and leaned back inside the truck, I knew things were about to change.

He exited the vehicle and I was again open mouthed. The guy stood six foot one and wore right fitting cut offs and a tank top. Those body supports were thick, muscular and hairy enough to get my juices flowing all the faster and hotter. He took a few steps, parked his ass on the hood of his big truck, crossed his arms and leaned back a bit. I could feel my head move as my eyes searched for a good angle from which to catch the street light on his tool box. I was sure he’d seen my motion, but cared less. In fact, he showed how much he cared when he gaped his thighs and cured my wonder of his commando status. He reached up his shorts leg and showed me his hairy ball skin. That was when I shut Ozzy out and then stood and climbed back over the rail. With a true subtlety, he looked both ways on the street, eased his fingers back into his shorts, extracted the head of his cock and let it out just past the fringes. I, in return, pulled open a few buttons on my fly, eased in a finger or two and widened the opening.

He gingerly nodded for me to pull my cock out; I shook my head, descended the first set of stairs and stood across from him. After a few more minutes of gaze, he got back into the truck and again motioned for me to join him. I walked down the second set of stairs but stopped at the curb and looked across the street at his handsome face.

“Never seen anyone up there before.” he said and pointed.

“Do you drive by often and look for someone?” I asked.

“I don’t drive by often, but I am in the habit of looking up. I developed it from working construction for so long. How often do you find yourself here?”

“As often as I feel the need to hide in plain sight.” I replied and then couldn’t help but see his shoulder move on occasion. I stepped into the street and saw that he had his cock out and slowly stroked it. I looked down at the inches he had exposed and then up into his eyes, which were green. That certainly made my cock throbs ever harder.

“Want it?” he asked with a smile.

“Sure, as long as you take mine too?”

“Depends on what you’ve got there,” he said in a way I could only interpret as a challenge. I entered his truck, licked my lips as I looked him over, motioned for him to drive and unfastened the rest of my buttons as he pulled from the curb.

“Ooh, nice!” he said after he slid a hand into my tool box and found that I too was going commando. “So, take it out and let me see it all.”

“Being that your hand is already there…” I said and smiled. He followed my prompt and then slowed to a creep in the 25-mile per hour zone.

“What a cock! Gotta be somewhere around nine inches, right?”

“You’re right.” I said, touched a hairy and muscular leg and also stared hard into his beautiful eyes.

“Well, where can we go so I can have this licorice whip?”

“I’ll direct you there.” I told him and then animated my urge and dragged a few fingers through the masculine redness of his beard. He moved his head so I’d get more coverage and sighed heavily in response to my touch.

“Maybe you ought to put this thing away until we get there. I don’t feel like being in an accident.”

I could almost feel his mouth water as we rode, the way he would glance over into my eyes and then down to my crotch kept it with a bulge and my face with a horny grin. I especially reveled to watch his beard move when his lips moved around in effort to contain the heavy saliva that he wanted to use over my cock. The more he swallowed the more my tongue itched to drag over his prominent Adam’s apple. In lieu of that, I occasionally let my hand drift to his basket, felt him up until he was hard and full of heavy sighs, and then I’d retreat. Though he stared at me like he didn’t care for it at times, I knew he was just as much into the hard-on game as I.

It was right wild to watch a man of his hirsute and masculine being fight so hard not to pull his hand from the wheel and let it work its magic in my crotch. I wanted him to do it, wanted to tell him to, show him just how I wanted it done. But my refrain was warranted. Unless you live in my world, the reason could be a bit hard to fathom. When it comes to men, I seek and eagerly please Bears. When a guy of my slim size can get with a hot, built and bearded guy of his size, it tends to be something of a paradox. That night it looked as if I had found one who was rather willing to play ‘bear’ games with me. Seemed I was gonna have an enjoyable Red Bear night.

Once we parked, he slid across the seat and began to use that hand on my crotch with a roughness. I only eased it upward and seethed from the heated waves that washed through.

“Come on man, help me get these buttons!” He said, pulled his hand back and pointed. I did as he asked without effort, to have him look into my brown eyes and smile. He was quick to put that hand back and get grip on my hardening meat. Once he exposed it to the night air he sat back. I watched his eyes scan slowly down the length and back. All the while his mouth was open a slight bit and the tip of his oral rag sat with invitation just behind his teeth. My gaze fell upon and remained with it, and then I could only smile as my bear instinct raised my hand to again stroke the trim red beard.

“I take it you like what you’re looking at?” I watched him say.

“Sure do. What can I do to or with it?” I asked.

“You tell me what you want.” he replied.

“I very well could,” I said and locked eyes with him. “But my belief is that you’ll be much more pleased with the way I show you what we can do to, for and with that hot looking mouth of yours.”

“Well get to showin’,” he growled.

Man, what an absolutely sexual rush it was to feel his mouth on mine! My salivary glands worked overtime as my senses took in every detail of his mouth. The softness of his lips the taste, feel and tangling ability of his tongue. The ever so slight differential from one facial hair to the next one. One was unobtrusive and slid easily over my lips as I twisted my head for a taste in the opposite direction. The hair encountered on the return was almost crass and did all it could to stab and embed itself in my lip. Ah but that’s a beard for ya! He fed that tongue to me slow, moderate and then wild. All the while he put forth deep, rutting animal noises and slid those big thick-fingered hands over my face with varying degrees of tightness. All of it served to turn me on, strictly because it was part of that hairy and masculine Red Bear. He moaned in pleasure after the kiss and as I removed my jeans, he asked if I could fuck throat as well as I could suck face.

“Strange, I wondered the same of you. Guess we’ll just have to get to showin’ huh?” I replied, to have him grin, ease tongue over his moustache and nod as he shucked his shorts.

T h a n k you Chevy for your big trucks with bench seats. For without them we could not have been there on our sides, hands on each other’s balls and able to slurp over each other’s stiffer. Save for the absolute hairiness of it all, the attractive trucker had a tool box packed with goodies. Eight long by two thick piece of uncut prick and an amazing set of balls…large enough to make me wonder if I could actually get both of them in my mouth. They also hung so low I wondered if I could get one of them down my throat. I coaxed him into position atop me and then let those nuts hang down in my face. Well, they actually lay on my nose, and my interested hunger made me release his cock and go after their mass with wagging oral rag. Through it all, I chuckled aloud at how the reddish hair tickled my eagerly sniffing nose.

“Like ‘em that much, do ya?” he asked.

“I’m gonna show you just how much!” I said, slurped one in and got my lips and tongue busy over it.

As he slurped on my dick, he moved his ass around above me. The moonlight showed the true redness of his body hair and how his furriness continued to cover the part of his asscheeks I could see. My urge was to see the rest of the area it covered, and the light push I applied to the back of his muscled thighs made him move further toward the door. Then my eyes cruised over the rest of his hairy ass, and hole. He began to moan softly as my hands began to slide. It only took a few seconds before I started to pull in almost fetishistical delight at those hairy cheeks. He hunkered lower to my face so as to save those balls, and I sent a finger over his hole. He inhaled sharply, and then was still. The reaction just given made me release his balls.

“I promise not to do anything you don’t care for, but can I please play a finger over your hairy hole?” I asked.

“When I feel you don’t know what you’re doing, I promise to let you know. If you like my hairy asshole enough to play over it, I love my hairy hole for you.”

I could almost see the shine in the green eyes of that hot fucker as he grinned after he spoke the words. So I continued in my enjoyment, took both his balls back in and then used a few fingers to spread the hair from my current obsession. The sight of which made me grin wide, and the simple act to touch it thrilled me. To watch it pucker tight and then relax as I rolled tongue over his nuts made me hunger for that hole. It would have been fine either on the end of my adept tongue, or my throbbing cock. To quell the impulses, I pressed a phalange against it almost to the point of penetration.

“Oh yeah man! Get that wet! Get it wet and stick it in my hairy hole!” He whispered loudly. That request made me again set those nuts free.

“How about this? Gimmie a rubber and you can have what you’re sucking on.”

“Wow man! You’re asking a lot! But you’ve got me hot enough to try it!” He said and reached into the glove box, extracted two and a small bottle of lube. It was difficult to retain the snicker that came with the realization that the hot stranger was no stranger to assfuck pleasure. It suddenly seemed he was unable to assume the position quick enough and get that hole ready for me. My eagerness had my cock against his hole as he attempted to lube the condom. To feel the hand of restraint made me pause, ears open to hear what he had to say.

“Don’t get me wrong, I wanna take it as bad as you wanna give it, but please. Go easy with that dick.”

“You can have it any way you choose for as long as you can take it.” I told him and then made fuck faces with him as I pushed forward. His hole was tight but willing to accept my meathead. Once it and about an additional inch passed his anal ring, I let us rest.

“You know it man!” he heaved. “Let ‘em get used to it, then slam it to ‘em! That’s what you’re gonna do to me?”

“Only if that’s what you want.” I replied to have him laugh along with me.

“Why don’t you do us both a favor and get to showin’ me what you think I want?” He growled.

His wish was my command as I began to slowly thrust. His moves to start were away from me, but I was quick to follow their direction. Once he began to go opposite, there was no turning back, for either of us.

“Yeah! Give it to me!” He almost yelled. “Let me have all that long fucking dick man!”

“Don’t it feel good in that hairy hole of yours!? You want me to put all that cock in your hairy hole, don’t ya?” I said through several deep grunts.

“I’ll take all the long-dicking you wanna give me! I want all you can give!”

I placed my feet against the door behind me, lay fully on his back, checked out his wide shoulders and slid my hands slowly up the front of his torso. The hair my fingers cruised through made me wish to be in two places at once. It’d have been such a joy to be able to watch my fingers as they groped and grazed over his hairy flesh. Especially when they got to his chest, for I realized the hair was plentiful enough to almost bury my fingers. Somewhere in it all I found his nipples. They were hard as rock, thick as pushpin heads and so sensitive that just a light brush of a single finger made him tense up and seethe. Within just a few of those single finger passes, he was not only relaxed enough to let me freely work those buttons; he was fully into the rhythm of our fuck. He thrust back as hard as I threw meat to his hole and filled the cab with all sorts of profane verbalizations. The sounds, the hot tightness of his bear hairy ass and the knowledge that he beat his thick cock there in that big truck. My mercy it all wore my stamina thin and I began to moan hard.

“You’re gonna give it to me, aren’t ya!?” he eagerly asked.

“Oh yeah! It’s gonna come to ya real soon! Tell me where it’s going!”

“Pull out and shoot it on my hairy ass! Let me feel it run down over my hairy hole!” a few more meaningful slams into that heat; a few more loud grunts for the cab and I pulled my cock from his hole and the rubber away to make his want a reality.

As my load streaked from me and splashed on his ass I realized another reason why the full moon has always intrigued me so. It sent many hot shivers through me to watch my load run down his bear hole in the light of it, which shone bright in the cloudless sky. As he blew his load I put forth fuck calls along with him and watched his hole pucker with each shot that bolted from him. Out of a deep-rooted and gritty male-sexual need, I slid my hand beneath him, got as much of his cum on my hand as he allowed and then smeared it on his balls. To my delight his response was a deep, savorous groan and his hand in with mine. We had fun like that through some time of deep eye contact and a few kisses, and then he again reached into the glove box. I used the red hanky he extracted to clean his back, ass and balls, and then we broke for opposite sides outdoors, to piss and put our jeans & shorts back on.

Afterward, the doors were closed, we reached to fasten seat belts and somehow, green eyes met with chocolate ones. My fingers instantly got grip in and slid over his hirsute face, with their trips end in his thick, soft full head of hair. The kiss was broken and ended with the same intense, silent stare. We then actually fastened our belts; he started ‘er up and out we rode.


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