I’d been having trouble with my cable TV for weeks and had a couple of technicians out to supp
I’d been having trouble with my cable TV for weeks and had a couple of technicians out to supposedly fix the problem, but the reception remained practically unwatchable. After calling yet another time and letting them know I was at the end of my rope, they finally assured me they’d be sending a supervisor level technician to try and diagnose the problem. They told me the guy they were sending had been with the company for twenty plus years, They said if he couldn’t take care of the issue, it couldn’t be solved. I backed off and waited to see if this guy would finally be able to sort out the issue.He arrived at exactly the appointed time knocking on the door of my loft. When I opened the door I’m sure my face registered my shock at what greeted me on the other side. The guy that stood outside was massive. I had to look up a good way to see his face, making him at least 6’6” or 6’7”. He was also as wide as he was tall. Scanning his huge bulking frame I instantly clocked him at over 300 pounds. He was dressed in a loose pair of coveralls that strained at his full belly, a knitted toque pulled over his head and a pair of heavy work boots. It looked like he shaved his head under the cap and he had at least a three day scruff of beard on his rounded face. When he spoke I clearly detected a Russian accent in his deep gravelly voice. His raspy growl went perfectly with the thick curly hair that exploded out of top button of his zipped up coveralls. This guy gave me an entirely new perspective on the word “Bear.”I invited him in and he began to ask me about the problems I’d been having, referring to the I Pad he carried with all of my information displayed on the screen. Despite his imposing appearance, he had a quiet, easy going manner about him that made him even more appealing in my eyes. I couldn’t stop letting my eyes scan up and down the guy as he walked around my loft checking out the cable box and wiring in my downstairs living area. When he could find no problem there, he asked about my second box which was upstairs in the mezzanine bedroom of my space.I walked him up the stairs and showed him into my cozy sleeping area, pointing out the 60” flat screen hung on the wall at the foot of my bed. He turned to me grinning as soon as he saw the set up saying, “Sweet. Must seem like you’re in the picture when you’re lying there.”“It does,” I agreed grinning back. “Especially when I’m watching something in 3D.”His eyes lit up when I said that and I could see his wheels spinning in his head as his imagination leaped to the possibilities.“Wanna check it out?” I asked him.“Let me see if I can solve your problem first,” he said with a cocky grin on his face, “then for sure, man. I’d love to see that for myself.”“Cool.” I agreed.He spent the next hour diagnosing every connection and wire both in my unit and down in the cable main located on the ground floor of my building. He kept up a running conversation with me as he worked, keeping me apprised of his progress and findings. I followed him around like a puppy, checking out how careful and almost graceful he was with his huge, heavy body.I was completely mesmerized with how comfortable he seemed with his enormous size. There wasn’t a hint of self-consciousness about him. He moved like a huge wall of bulging curves and muscle. Even though his coveralls were baggy, they were still hard pressed to accommodate the big curve of his lower belly. But I studied his front side anyway whenever I could catch a glimpse. And despite the generous fit the garment, I caught movement in his low slung crotch whenever he walked. Nothing defined, but huge like the rest of him.He made three trips up and down the elevator to the cable main, and each time he returned the zipper of his coveralls seemed to have inched down a little more. The wide expanse of his chest was covered with curly fur the same colour as the scruff on his face. That continued down below his huge pecs, covering his upper belly in a sexy vee. By the last time he came up the zipper was lowered to a few inches below his deep navel showing of an inch or so of dense curls at the top of what had to be a very hairy pubic bush. He had a smug, triumphant look on his face and a cocky grin stretching his mouth. “Got the bastard,” he grunted, raising his fist to bump with mine. He’d evidently had to strain pretty hard to get to the place where the problem was, because sweat was running down his chest and leaking from beneath the toque. I guessed that was why he’d lowered the zipper so far, trying to cool off. “Shall we check it out to make sure that its finally fixed?” he asked me nodding his head to the mezzanine.“Sure,” I agreed scooting up the stairs ahead of him. When I turned around to let him into the cozy space, I noticed that he’d lowered the zipper of his coveralls all the way down. The full, dense pubes that I’d expected were exploding out of the vee and the first two inches of an incredibly thick veiny cock were completely exposed. When he saw my eyes lock onto his crotch he said, “Its so fucking hot down there my balls are sweating buckets.”“You can take them out and let them cool off if you want to,” I suggested never taking my eyes off his crotch.He let out a satisfied sounding chuckle as he reached into the vee with his thick fingered hand and hauled out the biggest set of hairy bull balls I’d ever seen along with at least six and a half inches of thick uncut dick. He hadn’t been kidding. Huge drops of sweat were dripping from his nut sack as he stood there with his junk hanging out in the open. Without thinking, I reached into my bedside table and pulled out a clean cum rag. I dropped to my knees in front of him and began gently drying his massive nuts. When he didn’t object to my actions, I dropped the towel down and instead started to lick up the remaining drops of sweat with my tongue.I heard him let out a deep groan the minute my tongue raked across the curve of his sack. His fat cock also twitched and began to lengthen. I licked and sucked with more aggressive attention as soon as I saw him respond. As I was working over his sack I felt him reach up and ease the coveralls over his wide shoulders, allowing the heavy garment to drop over his ass and puddle around his heavy work boots. I stopped my attention to his nuts just long enough to ease the legs over his size fourteen work boots, freeing him from the coveralls altogether. Then he was standing there looking like a bull in heat wearing nothing but the cap and his boots. It was a sight to behold. He looked so powerful that it should have intimidated me, but it didn’t. I reached for his now ten thick inches and looked up at him saying, “I want to hear those bull nuts slapping against my ass while you fuck me with this big uncut dick.”He grinned down at me and growled, “Let me see that tight little ass.”I slipped the basketball shorts I was wearing over my bubbled butt and let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and turned to lean my hands on the bed beside me, raising my ass in the air for him. “Nice,” he grunted as he walked toward me. He put both of this big hands on my cheeks and began kneading them roughly. That got a satisfied groan from me as I pushed into his grip. He spread my cheeks with his thumbs and lowered himself carefully to the floor, leaning in with his wide face. He drug his thick tongue up my crack zeroing in on my already twitching hole. He grunted noisily as he began to work my hole with his tongue.The feel of this huge guy lapping at my hole was so erotic that I began pushing back against him, dying for him to penetrate me with his wet digit. He grunted again and slid the tip of his tongue into my channel, sucking at my ass lips as he pushed into me. His wide tongue was thick and meaty like the rest of him and it felt for all the world like a fat dick sliding into my hole. I went ballistic, crying out as he shoved it as far as it would go. He began a steady, thrusting rhythm, delivering the best tongue fuck I’d ever had. I was writhing and pushing back against each plunge of his tongue, the heat beginning to build in my balls. After ten full minutes of his oral attention I felt a sharp slap on my ass as he carefully rose from the floor, spit dripping from the scruff on his chin. I flipped over and swallowed his ten inch bone to the root, pulling down on his huge balls as I slid the fat, foreskin covered head into my throat.He growled so loud when he felt the head of his cock enter my tight channel that he sounded exactly like the bear he resembled. “Get it real wet, boy,” he demanded, “cuz I’m gonna fuck that sweet hole till you scream.”I bobbed up and down on the whole length of his big cock, eager to have it take the place of his tongue in my gaping ass lips. After a few minutes of this he pulled it roughly from my throat and said, “ Back on all fours, boy. It’s time for you to take my bull cock.”I flipped back over and pushed my ass so far in the air it was split open with need. He aimed the head of his dripping, spit slathered cock at my hole and pushed it all the way into me with a brutal thrust of his wide hips. That huge piece of meat practically split me in half, the aggression of his entry so fierce that the pain was blinding. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to take it, the wide head stroked over my prostate turning every shred of pain into a jolt of pleasure so intense that thick ropes of cum dripped out of the slit in my cock. “Oh fuck,” I groaned in ecstasy. He pushed in even harder, smashing his bull balls against mine as he rearranged my insides to submit to his dick. I nearly passed out from delirious pleasure. When he pulled back, then slammed into me again I heard what I’d asked him for. His big nuts slapped loudly against mine, rough enough to cause my own nuts to ache with the collision. I gasped, tears dripping from my eyes. He repeated the motion. I went limp, fully accepting his dominance of me.I guess that was the cue he’d been waiting for, because he began fucking me then like a bull in heat. He worked my hole like it had never been worked before him. Even with his huge bulk, he fucked like a champion athlete. He power fucked me for thirty full minutes until I thought I’d pass out. The loud slapping of his balls against me was so erotic that I lost myself in a haze of sensation and sound. When he began to speed up I knew he was nearing his nut. I pulled myself together enough to begin pushing back against his brutal thrusts, squeezing the inner muscles of my anus around his pounding cock. That drove him crazy. He began cursing in Russian and landing sharp slaps on my ass as he fucked his big cock into me with abandon.Finally he couldn’t take any more. With one final, stinging slap of his big hand he buried his cock so deep into me that I thought it would burst from my throat. When I felt it swell and begin pumping thick, hot cum in my abused ass I shook and shot my load all over the mattress beneath me. He stayed buried to the hilt inside of me until the last blasts of his load finally shot out of his still rock hard bear cock. When he was done, he pulled out of me, turned and flopped back on the bed beside me, his huge dick standing straight in the air, covered with a thick slime of fragrant cum.I managed to throw myself between his huge legs and swallow his cock to his pubes, swabbing it with my tongue to taste his sharp load. I nursed on that dick, cleaning it thoroughly until it softened and finally slipped from my lips. I laid my head on his thigh and said with a raspy whisper, “That was the best fuck I’ve ever had.” He grunted. We both just stayed where we were for a while, lost in the afterglow of our mutually satisfying orgasms. Finally he cleared his throat and said, “I’m thinking I should call into the office and tell them that the problem is going to take a few more hours to solve.” I raised my head to grin up at him. “That is, if you think you can take another round like that one.”“Fuck yes,” I sighed, “I can take as many of those as you can throw into me.”As he reached for his phone he replied, “Boy, I ain’t had ass that sweet since I left Mother Russia. Just be warned, a couple more rounds like that and I may not want to let you go.”Boris, that turned out to be his name, moved in last week. Turns out, I didn’t want to be let go. I wanted to be fucked by his big Russian cock every single day. -- source link