The Ginger Bear in a Cold Basement

 Northern Central Michigan—October, 2020

This one I remember very well as it was with a regular, the ginger haired bear.…but it was of such a short duration, it might not have gotten a write up any longer than I’m about to do…

 

I go north to fuck, but mostly fist my ginger pal.  I know his roommate will be there—wanting a turn for his hand in his hot hole as well.  When I arrive, I am told the sling has moved out of the upstairs bedroom to the basement.  A cold basement.  A basement every bit as nippy as the temperature of the chill fall day outside.

I go first.  I eat his hole—and fuck.  In moments, I kneel again, grease up and slide in my hand. 

My left repeatedly and then my right. 

Back to my cock.  I slowly build the fuck until the bear is shaking.  All while the roommate is standing behind the man in the sling and savagely twisting his nipples.  I kneel and go back to my hand. 

Then both hands—four fingers each.  I stretch repeatedly side to side.

I stand and fuck…but my erection is feeling the chill.  I switch easily to my left hand—and my slightly deflated dick now inside him.

“Let me take a turn.”

I pull out and move up to nipple duty.

The roommate can be a rough top.  He is today.  He works the Ginger’s hole with just his two hands.  My friend enjoys the stretch at first…but then it is too much.

I go back to soothe his hole with my tongue, but there is too much lube to do it for long.

I slip in my right hand…turn it slightly…

And we all decide we are chilled and would rather have lunch.

So we do. 

A delicious one.

I tell him so—and get an invitation for Thanksgiving dinner…