ButtyBoy
04-30-2009, 08:06 AM
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Bear Hunting - Hunting Bear
I love bears. Nothing turns me on more than a man with full "wall-to-wall carpeting" as I like to say. Hair, hair, everywhere, the more the better.
Then late one night I was surfing some gay porn on the Internet and saw this absolutely magnificent bear. Deep bronze skin, seductive bedroom eyes, a strong, wide jaw and hair from the top of his head to his toes. His big thick cock was almost lost in a nest of wiry black curls. I began to follow his trail.
One website led to another as I discovered this magnificent male was from Turkey. I knew nothing at all about Turkey, but I knew what I liked when I saw it. I continued to follow those bear tracks and discovered many websites devoted to gay night life in Istanbul. There was even a Bears of Turkey club! I eagerly perused their website, noting the clubs, cinemas, and saunas most frequented by those sexy Turkish bears.
I had some vacation time coming. With barely restrained glee, I booked my trip through another website devoted to arranging gay tours for Americans. I told my macho office mates I was going hunting bear. They didn't believe me. But they wished me luck anyway.
The entire trip from home to the airport in Istanbul was spent in a state of throbbing excitement. My mind kept going over the pictures I had seen of those delicious hairy men, the locations where they would be found, and the huge cocks I would soon be sucking.
By the time I got to my hotel, I dropped my bags and opened my fly, squeezing my rigid cock in my hand. I wanted to masturbate so bad I could hardly stand it. But now I was here, really here in Istanbul. Why masturbate to pictures in my mind, pictures on a web page, when I could be out there with the real thing!
I took a couple of deep breaths, put myself away, and made use of the map I had bought at the airport. It was still early in the afternoon, but I knew I didn't want to wait for the discos to open. Calling a cab, I headed for the Ruya Sinemasi for some immediate action.
Luckily, the cashier seemed to have met a few anxious Americans before, and was very helpful about helping me sort out liras. Once inside I was pointed through the theatre door. My heart pounding, I walked across the lobby. Exotic smells and sounds surrounded me yet I felt like I was walking in a bubble, untouched, with only one focus.
The door opened into darkness and I stood for a moment letting my eyes adjust. The screen provided a flickering light. A movie was running, a man fucking an exotic looking woman, music playing. Porn flicks seem to be universal.
As my eyes adjusted I could see a sea of men, many of them bears. And in the back rows, a good deal of activity was going on. My dick instantly hardened as I watched a young twink giving a big gutted bear head, the sounds of his lips sucking and slurping exciting me to a fever pitch.
I looked around and saw another bear to my right, smiling up at me. His bright white teeth glowed in the darkness of the theatre. I sat down next to him. He nodded at me and then turned to look at the screen. Shifting, he ran his hand down the front of his loose slacks so I could see his massive hard-on pressing against the front of them. My breathing gave my excitement away as he cupped his balls through the thin material and flexed his cock so I could see the size of that monster tool.
Not entirely sure what I should do, I set my hand on the armrest between us. He took my hand with his hard, calloused paw and set it down on his cock and stroked, humping into our hands with his hips, all the time staring at the screen. I glanced across the aisle and saw the twink finishing, wiping a bit of creamy cum from the side of his mouth. He smiled over at me and nodded encouragingly, stroking his smooth young dick as he watched us.
I squeezed the bear's cock tightly and began to stroke it through his slacks. He moved again, unzipping his trousers and drawing out a huge, dark, thick penis. Veins throbbed along the sides, and a drop of precum glistened at its coffee colored tip. Wrapping both hands around the shaft, I simply enjoyed the size and weight of it for a moment, warming my hands as I looked admiringly at the man's thick beard and moustache, the shining black curls that reached to his collar from his scalp.
Tentatively, I reached with one hand and undid the top button of his shirt. Thick, black curls coated his chest. I knelt in front of him and ran my hands under his shirt. Feeling my fingers burying themselves in a thick, coarse pelt, I moaned. His heavy hand came down on my head, pushing my face towards his cock. Willingly, I bent over the armrest and gulped down as much as I could of that big, beautiful dick, swirling my tongue teasingly over the swollen head.
He took a deep breath and pushed his cock into my mouth. I was twisted into a pretzel over the armrest, so I slid down to my knees in front of him. Now I could take more of the glorious thick cock deep into my throat. The dense black curls were smelled of exotic spices and male musk. His slicks were of some thin material, rough to my fingers on his thighs. I inhaled the strangeness of it all as I savored the big cock in my mouth.
Glancing to the side I saw the twink had moved to the end of the aisle and was watching rapturously, slowly stroking his slender dick. Now and then a pearl of precum would glisten on the top and he would rub it with his thumb, spreading it teasingly over the head of his dick. He saw me looking at him and nodded at me, showed me his hard dick, and nodded some more.
I understood. I opened my tight jeans and my rigid dick sprang out, finally free, throbbing with my thudding heart. The twink licked his lips and squeezed hard on his dick, swallowing.
The bear's hard hand pushed my head again - he began to thrust that huge cock into my throat, choking me. Taking a deep breath I took all of him that I could and synchronized my breathing to his strokes so I would not gag. I kneaded my fingers in his thick pelt like a kitten, bracing myself against his barrel chest as I bobbed over his dick. He began to grunt, a deep, feral animal noise. His thrusts came harder and he held my head down on that hard cock, the head of it smacking the back of my throat until he shoved it deep into me and filled me, almost drowned me with a hot rush of cum. I gulped and swallowed, felt cum burn it's way into my sinuses and flow from the edge of my mouth.
The bear pushed me away. Stood, put his softening cock away and walked out. I was left sitting, a slick trail of cum running down my chin, dazed. The twink moved next to me. Patted the seat. I moved so that I was sitting in the seat the bear so recently vacated. Feeling his heat.
The twink knelt and took my shuddering dick in his soft, hot mouth. Within minutes his talented tongue had me straining in my seat, the cum boiling at the tip of my dick, trying to hold back and last, to savor his thick lips around me but he continued to suck, stroking and teasing until I filled his mouth with cum juice, my hips helplessly pumping into his face as I tried not to cry out.
I collapsed. Exhausted for the moment. My glazed eyes not even taking in the film. The twink sat next to me and jerked himself off at last, his hand grasping mine, hot cum flecking over both of us. The air was saturated with male scent, the salt tang of cum.
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Bear Hunting - Hunting Bear
I love bears. Nothing turns me on more than a man with full "wall-to-wall carpeting" as I like to say. Hair, hair, everywhere, the more the better.
Then late one night I was surfing some gay porn on the Internet and saw this absolutely magnificent bear. Deep bronze skin, seductive bedroom eyes, a strong, wide jaw and hair from the top of his head to his toes. His big thick cock was almost lost in a nest of wiry black curls. I began to follow his trail.
One website led to another as I discovered this magnificent male was from Turkey. I knew nothing at all about Turkey, but I knew what I liked when I saw it. I continued to follow those bear tracks and discovered many websites devoted to gay night life in Istanbul. There was even a Bears of Turkey club! I eagerly perused their website, noting the clubs, cinemas, and saunas most frequented by those sexy Turkish bears.
I had some vacation time coming. With barely restrained glee, I booked my trip through another website devoted to arranging gay tours for Americans. I told my macho office mates I was going hunting bear. They didn't believe me. But they wished me luck anyway.
The entire trip from home to the airport in Istanbul was spent in a state of throbbing excitement. My mind kept going over the pictures I had seen of those delicious hairy men, the locations where they would be found, and the huge cocks I would soon be sucking.
By the time I got to my hotel, I dropped my bags and opened my fly, squeezing my rigid cock in my hand. I wanted to masturbate so bad I could hardly stand it. But now I was here, really here in Istanbul. Why masturbate to pictures in my mind, pictures on a web page, when I could be out there with the real thing!
I took a couple of deep breaths, put myself away, and made use of the map I had bought at the airport. It was still early in the afternoon, but I knew I didn't want to wait for the discos to open. Calling a cab, I headed for the Ruya Sinemasi for some immediate action.
Luckily, the cashier seemed to have met a few anxious Americans before, and was very helpful about helping me sort out liras. Once inside I was pointed through the theatre door. My heart pounding, I walked across the lobby. Exotic smells and sounds surrounded me yet I felt like I was walking in a bubble, untouched, with only one focus.
The door opened into darkness and I stood for a moment letting my eyes adjust. The screen provided a flickering light. A movie was running, a man fucking an exotic looking woman, music playing. Porn flicks seem to be universal.
As my eyes adjusted I could see a sea of men, many of them bears. And in the back rows, a good deal of activity was going on. My dick instantly hardened as I watched a young twink giving a big gutted bear head, the sounds of his lips sucking and slurping exciting me to a fever pitch.
I looked around and saw another bear to my right, smiling up at me. His bright white teeth glowed in the darkness of the theatre. I sat down next to him. He nodded at me and then turned to look at the screen. Shifting, he ran his hand down the front of his loose slacks so I could see his massive hard-on pressing against the front of them. My breathing gave my excitement away as he cupped his balls through the thin material and flexed his cock so I could see the size of that monster tool.
Not entirely sure what I should do, I set my hand on the armrest between us. He took my hand with his hard, calloused paw and set it down on his cock and stroked, humping into our hands with his hips, all the time staring at the screen. I glanced across the aisle and saw the twink finishing, wiping a bit of creamy cum from the side of his mouth. He smiled over at me and nodded encouragingly, stroking his smooth young dick as he watched us.
I squeezed the bear's cock tightly and began to stroke it through his slacks. He moved again, unzipping his trousers and drawing out a huge, dark, thick penis. Veins throbbed along the sides, and a drop of precum glistened at its coffee colored tip. Wrapping both hands around the shaft, I simply enjoyed the size and weight of it for a moment, warming my hands as I looked admiringly at the man's thick beard and moustache, the shining black curls that reached to his collar from his scalp.
Tentatively, I reached with one hand and undid the top button of his shirt. Thick, black curls coated his chest. I knelt in front of him and ran my hands under his shirt. Feeling my fingers burying themselves in a thick, coarse pelt, I moaned. His heavy hand came down on my head, pushing my face towards his cock. Willingly, I bent over the armrest and gulped down as much as I could of that big, beautiful dick, swirling my tongue teasingly over the swollen head.
He took a deep breath and pushed his cock into my mouth. I was twisted into a pretzel over the armrest, so I slid down to my knees in front of him. Now I could take more of the glorious thick cock deep into my throat. The dense black curls were smelled of exotic spices and male musk. His slicks were of some thin material, rough to my fingers on his thighs. I inhaled the strangeness of it all as I savored the big cock in my mouth.
Glancing to the side I saw the twink had moved to the end of the aisle and was watching rapturously, slowly stroking his slender dick. Now and then a pearl of precum would glisten on the top and he would rub it with his thumb, spreading it teasingly over the head of his dick. He saw me looking at him and nodded at me, showed me his hard dick, and nodded some more.
I understood. I opened my tight jeans and my rigid dick sprang out, finally free, throbbing with my thudding heart. The twink licked his lips and squeezed hard on his dick, swallowing.
The bear's hard hand pushed my head again - he began to thrust that huge cock into my throat, choking me. Taking a deep breath I took all of him that I could and synchronized my breathing to his strokes so I would not gag. I kneaded my fingers in his thick pelt like a kitten, bracing myself against his barrel chest as I bobbed over his dick. He began to grunt, a deep, feral animal noise. His thrusts came harder and he held my head down on that hard cock, the head of it smacking the back of my throat until he shoved it deep into me and filled me, almost drowned me with a hot rush of cum. I gulped and swallowed, felt cum burn it's way into my sinuses and flow from the edge of my mouth.
The bear pushed me away. Stood, put his softening cock away and walked out. I was left sitting, a slick trail of cum running down my chin, dazed. The twink moved next to me. Patted the seat. I moved so that I was sitting in the seat the bear so recently vacated. Feeling his heat.
The twink knelt and took my shuddering dick in his soft, hot mouth. Within minutes his talented tongue had me straining in my seat, the cum boiling at the tip of my dick, trying to hold back and last, to savor his thick lips around me but he continued to suck, stroking and teasing until I filled his mouth with cum juice, my hips helplessly pumping into his face as I tried not to cry out.
I collapsed. Exhausted for the moment. My glazed eyes not even taking in the film. The twink sat next to me and jerked himself off at last, his hand grasping mine, hot cum flecking over both of us. The air was saturated with male scent, the salt tang of cum.
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