I was looking up into the face of the most handsome, masculine, furriest bear I have ever met, and my brain had ceased to function. Gay sex It was one of those Friday evenings, and even better, my mother was half a country away at my brother’s, which meant I could actually take someone home with me, if the opportunity was presented. If, perchance, I happened to get close enough to smell his pipe, it would just about make me cum. … “Family tradition.” he said. “I’m NOT taken – I’ve wanted to hear those words myself from a sweet, intelligent, professional pipe smoking bear for years. He pounded harder and harder, faster and faster, until I was sure he was about to cum. He laughed as I gasped when I felt how huge and how hard it had grown. “Glad to see you want it as badly as I do” he chuckled. When I came up for air, his face wore a look of utter astonishment. I tore open the condom packet and handed him the condom, which was noticeably larger than most that I had seen before. He wasted no time in opening my pants, pulling off my shoes, and sliding my briefs down to my ankles.
