BearMythology

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Ever since Junior High, I followed Mark Mulligan every time I saw him. He was beautiful. Milky white skin, reddish blonde hair, and the cutest green eyes.  Mark was a hefty little creature. I often tried to maneuver myself near him in High School group settings.  During the national fitness tests, exams of height, weight and Body Mass Index were performed during gym class.  I savored overhearing his hot stats. Burly Mark stood 5’10” tall and weighed in at 275lbs. We didn’t even really know each other except on a hello basis.  He was my secret obsession.

In the halls, I followed behind him at a safe distance simply to watch him walk. He always wore slightly-too-tight jeans that protruded his voluptuous bum and thick thighs. His belly bulged proudly at the front like a beach ball leading him.  If we were in any classes together, I tried my best to grab a seat near - preferably behind - him so I could stare at those beefy forearms and thick, strong hands. Mark’s profile was manly and strong. With a pinkish babyface, scattered feckles and an unnamable-colored goatee.. His cheeks were round and succulent above a thick, powerful neck and shoulders. His ears were small and adorable. Mark had the most unusually-colored eyebrows I’d ever seen. They appeared sun-bleached.  I don’t think I had EVER been so close in his presence for long enough to really appreciate them. His skin and hair hues were all kinds of blonde and different shades of red.

We used to play football in the neighborhood as kids. I wasn’t ever his size, but I was big enough. I always tried to get myself as his mirror. Banging into him at the hike was an early form of porn, I think. Mark was on the school football team, I wasn’t. God, he was in great shape for a big boy. A perfect blend of muscle and beef.  He muscled up during high school.  Transforming from a pudgy fellow into a BRUTE of a man.

During gym class, I never got to see Mark naked in the locker room. He was a bit shy and never changed his clothes out in the open. I don’t think he understood what he looked like. I sensed he was embarassed somehow. But then, bigger guys are not usually objectified in general - at least that was my opinion. My own paranoia got the best of me a few times when I carefully watched him and casually walked into the bathroom when I saw him enter just hoping to get a peek.

On a night during the summer after graduation, I found myself at a party where Mark was present. I silently stalked him as much as I could. He was almost a distraction. I could not keep my eyes off of this shape. I tried to watch his every move. Each motion or expression on his face made me harder. I was so sexually repressed that watching him simply walk around or sitting on the couch chatting was like watching porn. No one knew I liked guys. Also, I was quite certain that Mark had no idea how beautiful and sexy he was - to me or anyone else. He had no idea how many countless nights I wanked to the vivid images of him in my mind from the day. Undressing him, fondling him, doing every nasty thing to him that my carnal mind desired - over and over.  I sometimes blew loads looking at his yearbook pictures.

Somehow, I ended up hanging out in a circle where he was present. It was one of those situations where you all know everyone’s name even if you have never talked to them before. Mark said hi to me and we began talking.

It happened to be that we both shared a common interest in comic books. As I conversed with him, I felt my blood pressure rise. There was a gleam in his irish green eyes that made my crotch throb. My eyes locked onto the vision of his hand holding the beer bottle. I couldn’t stop looking. Handsome, thick hands. Those beefy paws looked manly and I wanted to suck on each digit. We started getting pretty drunk and laughing about some random thing or another as if we were old pals. Never in my wildest dreams would I suspect he might be attracted to me or that anything could possibly happen between us.

But as we talked, his expressions became more and more revealing. I felt his eyes shifting on my body and his smile became more devilish. His conversation more witty.

Out of nowhere, he leaned over and almost whispered that he always thought I was really sexy. He then leaned back and just smiled and stared at me - I suppose he was waiting to see my reaction. I smiled and laughed and was not immediately able to process what had happened or IF it had happened at all.

I laughed and I asked him, “WHAT DID YOU SAY”?

He replied that if I was not gay, he was sorry. I balked and the mood became tense. We continued to drink for a moment and I felt a flood of terror overcome me. I was so incredibly repressed. The man of my fantasies had just blatantly come on to me. I choked up the nerve and asked him if he wanted to go down into the basement. Once again, he smiled wide his pearly teeth and we walked down into the basement living room.

The light was dim; my body was on fire.

I turned to look at him and I told him I thought he was the most beautiful creature on earth. Not with overheated exuberance, but in slow-motion, I stepped into his personal sphere and put my hands on his chest. I gently kneaded those mounds and proceeded to press my lips up against his soft, rose-colored face.  It was kind of on the cheek and side of his mouth.  

I went belly to belly with my fantasy.

It seemed an eternity as I lifted that shirt over his head and removed my own. His smell was exactly as I always knew it would be. The indescribable scent overtook me as we pawed each other in the dim light. There was faint noise coming from the party upstairs but Mark and I were in another world. He touched me firmly and with the strength of those powerful arms. We kissed stronger and stronger and whispered hot and sexy things to each other as our breathing increased.  We were both really trashed and it felt like a dream but SO much more intense.

I took a step back from him and began undoing my pants.  Mark took the cue and did the same. His jeans fell to the floor revealing hefty thighs and calves glowing with a pinkish hue I dreamed about. Strong knees. Wide ankles. As he slipped down his white boxerbriefs, there he was in all that masculine glory. A puff of the same reddish blonde hair above a thick alabaster shaft and balls. The sight and smells of his package caused me to gasp slightly. 

I looked down at my erection juice dripping onto the old carpet below. His legs were amazing. I simply stared at them as he began to walk across the room and back to lock the door. Watching him walk naked - while I’m naked - I thought I was going to cum.  I looked purposefully away.

Without a word, Mark swaggered over to the couch.  It all seemed really innate to both of us.  I extended my leg over him and we found a really nice position of 69.  All I could do was try not to cum.  I didn’t want this to end.

My aggressive nature came out and I stood up once more, standing beside his naked form, stroking myself just staring at him.  Then, he rolled over and looked at me queerly.  Oddly.  His expression was something I can’t describe.  He writhed his big smooth bottom, pressing his hardon into the cushion below.  It looked  so amazing.  Was I dreaming?

It all happened fast.  He crouched down on his elbows with the side of his face flush against the arm cushion and that was I needed to mount him. His belly supported his weight as he arched up his lower back and swayed his sexy bum in front of me. There he was - laying there - begging for it. Mark’s bum was like two soccer balls pushed together layered in soft muscle and baby fat. The TIGHT, tiny pink pucker was barely noticeable in the dim light.

I licked it and licked it and I licked his ass like the motherfukken fag bitch I was.  It was liberating. Then, I licked it still more. I gripped his massive thighs and calves and mounted behind him with my body, rubbing and grinding my face on hiis back like some creature from the wild. My mouth could not resist these sensations. Lost, I nibbled and licked those butt cheeks and lapped at the pucker between them. I kissed and licked up and down his wide strong back, My hand reached down and under, teasing his steel-hard cock and balls.

I wanted to fuck him. I NEEDED to fuck him.

I spat on my palm and proceeded to grease up my tool even more. I pressed against the WET rosebud opening and gently worked it inside. It was hot down in that basement.  Both of our scents and our precum made the whole room smell like a den of sex.  As I entered, Mark grunted like a stuck hog. I thought I was hurting him until I felt his hips working in circles - thrusting his ass back onto my pelvis. Mark moved forward until his front was flat on the couch and I lay flush on top of him. My mouth was near his ear as I started to push into him. My hands rigorously explored every husky micrometer of him from those massive shoulders and neck - bullish, actually - and the thick midsection and down to his thighs outside my own. He artfully arched his back so that my thrusts entered to perfection. I kissed and sucked the back his neck and ears.  I was lapping at the sweat forming on the back of neck at the hairline. 

We went on that way for a good while. I began a regimen. Starting, stopping. Lazily humping. But my flaming hardon was being tormented. I kept going to the brink and waiting. Daring myself not to cum. That didn’t last long.

On the verge of cumming - SO SOON - I slid out and maneuvered him onto his back. I laid on him, our cocks on fire inbetween our bellies.  That bendejo bastard started playing with my nipples.  I forcefully restrained him from doing this.  He giggled, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.  But I was determined to make sure this was going to last as long as possible!

Eventually, the torment grew too great and I got back between those STUNNUNG thighs and I slid right in; again. I mounted over his belly and began really plowing.  I held those beefy hams up over my arms.  His white sport socks grazed my nipples, further torment.  Between my thumb and forefingers, I gently massaged those big, pink nipples and it drove Mark crazy. His eyes rolled back and he started to return the favor. I reached down to take hold of his extremely stiff shaft. It was the hardon of a sportsman for sure. It was beautiful and thumping with juice. I got down there to slurp on it and once again spat on my palm and greased up his pole. I positioned my other hand over one of his strong pecs and shoulder.  Locked in that primal pose, my stiff pole slid effortlessly in and out of that tight ring. I probed his fiery loins with every inch of my manhood. Our flesh slapped together when I gave it some good hits. Adrenaline was taking charge and I grabbed one of his legs behind the knee and pushed it up for better access.

My ass pumping him with the power of lust, the burning started in my thighs, then in my balls and seared up into my whole pelvis. It seemed like a slow-burn explosion. Even in my belly and stretching down my legs.  Mark’s eyes widened as I stared down into them.

He said “I can’t believe how big it’s getting”.

His face held both the look of confusion and angry desire. Mark started to curse and spasm as I slowly milked his cock in my closed fist. I could feel his hips moving on my cock, using it to get off. He shot up onto his belly and on mine. The hole tightened and gripped me. In I slammed hard one last time and let out a roar.  The cum seemed to never stop. It flowed; the Nile Flood fertilizing his delta.  The warm goo sloshed on my cock inside the unyielding channel. My whole body felt like one large cumming cock.  I shuddered and shook like never before.  I had gooseflesh from head to toe.

It felt like he wouldn’t let go in there.

Unable to breathe, I collapsed on his belly and lay there, both of us stuck in quite an embrace. My face lay on his heaving chest.  He giggled.  Then I giggled.  Shortly, we were both laughing and sighing all at the same time.  It was perfect.

Our beards scraped on each other as we made out while still in full union.  I nuzzled the ginger fur of his chest and made a point to get my nose right where I could intake the masculine scent of his armpit.

Mark stroked my hair and my arms and we continued to grope each other in the darkness, my cock still completely stiff and buried inside him. The orgasm seemed to still linger with both of us. Our bodies slowly trying to milk the pleasure for all it had.  Slowly collapsing into little jolts of electromagnetism.  Our bodies charged with all the elements of the universe.

*there’s no good way to end this story*

Wow. What an amazing read. Don’t read what I’m typing after this and just go and read that hot piece of “Big Sexy Ginger” fiction above… I just want to type down my favorite lines:
- Not with overheated exuberance, but in slow-motion
- bendejo bastard
- His white sport socks grazed my nipples, further torment
- My ass pumping him with the power of lust
- It flowed; the Nile Flood fertilizing his delta.
- The warm goo sloshed on my cock inside the unyielding channel.
- Our bodies charged with all the elements of the universe.