The two then got up and left leaving me a quivering mess wanting, no, needing to cum but having no way to do that yet ...

... It took a while before the need to cum forced me to get off the cot and rove the mansion searching out more cock. The exhibition with the bears raised my profile and soon the number of suitor that followed me had my mind swimming with an idea.

In the golf-club there was an exposed area that showed picture, it was a dimly lit but rather comfortable blank space with futons and overstuff chairs. I made my way to that area and claimed a futon, which I unfolded from couch to bed. I got down on all fours and made it all too obvious what I was going to do. The shy erstwhile trolls that just wanted a blowjob faded into the shadows of the elbow room but three other bears and a couple of well-hung guys walked over to me and lay down. I pulled out my nursing bottle of Karl Popper and took More than was need to make me find like I was floating.

With the poppers coursing through me I grabbed the full-grown cock and swallowed it down to the roots-I have control over my gag reflex so there is no choking. I am only looking at cock ; there are no faces involved, just glorious shaft. While this pillar of phallus is working my backtalk there are a multitude of paw roaming my body. I can find fingers filling my ass, pulling it apart, grabbing my balls and tugging them until they stretch, twisting and pulling my pap until I am lifted off the bed. God, I feel like I am in heaven.

The bears seemed to take ascendence of my ass and globe, while the shot glass cocked lads had my back talk. What a soundly agreement for all of us ! The orotund pecker in my mouth was responding to my tending and soon flooded my back talk and pharynx with hot sweet cum. He was replaced with another large fellow member and soon I was giving him the attention he wanted. The son at the back up end had me worked over pretty good and they started to slide fingers into my now not so tight ass. It took a few minutes and a bit of lubricant to get eight fingers in, but I soon was bucking on those wanting more. The two sets of finger soon became two script and I was in a euphoric state slobbering over a pecker and the work force splitting me open.

It was n't long before one thumb got pushed in and with that came the second, quickly followed by rippling of brass knucks and then the fullness of two perfect hands up to the articulatio radiocarpea. It took a bit of discussion between the two bears as to whom wanted to go first, but soon they unclasped their handwriting and one formed a rigorous fist inside of me while the early left his palm outdoors guiding the fist through my inside.

The third bear had a appreciation of my balls and was pulling them until his hired man split them from my consistency. He put what he could snaffle of my scrotum into his fist and then took grasp of my prick. With deliberate stroking with his hand he soon had me seeing asterisk. It was just before I let go that he stopped and made me come back to earth-I was crestfallen, wanting to cum in the worst way possible but not being allowed.

Here I was sucking prick, getting fisted and having my balls played with and the only thing that I was allowed to do was make them cum. So I got down to it and soon had the pony in my mouth filling me with his deposit. It was tasty-sweet and tangy all at once. He pulled out and wiped himself on my cheeks as if he was marking me. I was handed the bottleful of poppers and took a few more draughts, just enough to open myself for the second mitt. I felt him form his fist and soon the two of them were plumbing my ass, reaching for wherever they thought they could. I was climbing to nirvana at this stage.

I got up off my articulatio cubiti so that the angle of flack by those clenched fist was changed ; the bear that had my cock and balls took vantage of this position and clipped a troika onto my piercing and pulled it tight, he then slid his lip around the breadth of my turncock and for the first sentence in over a yr I had someone giving me head. It was n't like the sort I was giving, but the flavour of lips wrapped around my penis sent me into heaven and I was reaching that state where I was seeing stars again. It was as if he was psychic, and soon stopped, plunging me back to worldly concern. He did this for quite some time and I was soon literally crying, between the feelings of his backtalk and the bridge player of his buddies.

I was a sight, writhing in pleasance and covered in a patina of cum from the Old men that masturbated on me while I was in my felicitous state. I am not trusted how many of them came on me but I was sticky that was for certain. My jaw was sore by this prison term and I had a bleary appreciation in my mouth, but soon I was sucking on another cock. This one really went to town on my face and was giving me the totally thing in hanker fast strokes. He had a time lag of my ears and did n't let up for what seemed an eternity.

I am not sure as shooting in what monastic order affair happened after that as I passed out. When I came to, the threesome on my cock was wrapped around my chest, pulling my penis to a slightly less than comfortable duration. There was, what seemed cum, drooling out of the slit, and a orotund leather turnup broadening the distance between nut and my torso. This was attached with a belittled padlock so that remotion was impossible without the key. My ass felt as if a gear had driven through. I found it very difficult to stand but with help from one of the remaining, or was he a new comrade, I hobbled to the shower.

This kind man helped me to get under the fond water supply and soaped my body. Doing this got me more than a little aroused and I was soon kissing him with a passion that fuelled our collective ardour. We traded spit and let our trunk slide over each other for a few more than minutes before I started slithering down his body kissing every inch I went by.

I was drinking this man in, he was a gorgeous somebody wrapped in a totally sexy torso. I took his nipple in my mouth and sucked it until it was hard. He took my face in his handwriting, pulled me back up until we looked each other in the eye. He said that I did n't need to do anything but I just shook my question and said that I wanted to. I went back to his nipples and slowly worked my way down his hairy firm tum. This guy was not the quintessential bear ; he was fit, hairy and caring and he let me go where I wanted to.

Soon I had his not overly declamatory, rough penis filling my mouth and did it ever taste swell. A mix of sweet and tangy flavours, sort of like candy but not really. I let him linger there and he did nothing to bucket along the feeling. I started by slowly moving my lingua from incline to side and around the rim of his penis capitulum and this built up to a full-on lip smacking slathering of his entire cock.

I know how commodity of a cocksucker I am and this guy was getting the existent mickle, I pulled out all the arrest on this blowjob. It did not call for long for him to show that what I was doing was working, as he dropped his hands to the sides of my nous and held on lightly. I took this as a sign to hie up and soon was moving quicker and quicker taking him all the way down my pharynx. It was as if on command, he grabbed my ears and pulled me a bit further down the length of his cock and filled me with a creamy, sweet hot treat. I took all he had to offer and let none go to waste. After he finished quaking I lovingly cleaned him off and let him pull up me up off my knees. He gave me a deep kiss and finished soaping me. He then rinsed me off and took me out of the rain shower to towel off, dress, and leave together .