Bearded Bear’s Raw Passion: From Deep Throat to Breeding

The night had a certain charge to it, the kind that lingered in the air long before anything happened. In the dim glow of a single lamp, the bearded bear sat on the edge of the bed, his thick frame relaxed yet radiating dominance. His shirt hung open, revealing a chest and belly covered in coarse, dark hair. A slow smile crept across his lips as his chubby lover knelt before him, anticipation clear in his wide, eager eyes.

The room smelled of sweat, leather, and lust. The only sound was the soft creak of the bed as the bear spread his legs wider, the bulge in his jeans heavy and prominent. Without a word, the younger man reached up, unzipping, freeing the thick, uncut shaft that pulsed with heat. His hand wrapped around it first, testing the weight, the warmth, before leaning in to take the first taste.

Building the Heat

He started slow, lips wrapping around the swollen head, tongue swirling in lazy circles. The bear’s eyes closed, a low rumble of approval vibrating from deep in his chest. Fingers tangled in the bottom’s hair, guiding him, encouraging him to go deeper. Soon, the wet sounds of sucking and swallowing filled the air, each movement wetter, messier, hungrier.

The chubby bottom gagged slightly as the thick shaft hit the back of his throat, but he pushed through, eyes watering, drool dripping down his chin. The bear’s hips began to roll forward, taking control, face-fucking him with slow, deliberate thrusts. Every gag made him grow harder, every moan from below feeding the primal hunger building inside.

By now, the bottom’s hands were gripping the bear’s hairy thighs tightly, nails digging into flesh as he surrendered completely to the moment. The taste of musk and pre-cum coated his tongue, the scent of the bear’s body hair surrounding him, intoxicating and overwhelming.

From Oral to Overpowering

When the bear had enough of teasing, he stood abruptly, his cock glistening with spit. He grabbed his lover by the hips, hauling him onto the bed with ease. The chubby man landed on all fours, his big, round ass high in the air. The bear took a moment to admire the view—soft flesh, smooth curves, and the faint shiver of anticipation running through him.

Without warning, the bear’s tongue pressed against the tight hole, spreading it with slow, deliberate circles. The bottom whimpered into the sheets, body trembling as the rimming turned deeper, wetter, hungrier. The bear’s beard scratched against the soft skin of his cheeks, each lick pushing him closer to begging for more.

When the hole was slick and twitching, the bear lined himself up. The first thrust was deep, raw, and unapologetic. The bottom gasped, fingers clutching at the sheets as the thick cock stretched him wide. There was no slow build—just the heavy rhythm of skin slapping skin, the creak of the bed, and the growls of a man taking what was his.

The Climax

The pounding grew faster, more desperate. Sweat dripped from the bear’s forehead onto his lover’s back, his hairy chest rubbing against the chubby man’s skin with every forward slam. One of the bear’s hands gripped the bottom’s shoulder, the other wrapped around his belly, pulling him back onto the cock with each thrust.

They were lost in it now—breathing ragged, hearts racing, bodies shaking. The bear’s low growls turned into deep, animalistic grunts as the orgasm built. With a final, brutal thrust, he pushed in to the hilt and released, breeding his lover raw. The bottom let out a shuddering moan, collapsing onto the sheets as the warmth filled him deep inside.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, bodies pressed together, catching their breath. The bear kissed the back of his lover’s neck, his beard brushing against sweaty skin. There were no words—just the unspoken knowledge that this was more than just sex. This was raw connection, fetish-laced passion, and the addictive pull of two bodies made for each other.

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