"Fat American Bear Dominates Eurojock" - based on a true sto..

"Fat American Bear Dominates Eurojock" - based on a true story

I pull the zipper up on my jacket as I wind through the crowds in the pedestrianized shopping street in the downtown European city that I'm currently touring. All around me shops, pharmacies, coffee shops, and cafes are opening up for the day's service. It is late morning and I am on my way to the train station, but making a little diversion with the promise of head from a hot jock. His Grindr pictures are fresh in my head--a tall, toned gym body, perfect globes of ass, thick shoulders. Agreeing to hang out at his apartment en route to the station I try to make sense of the street signs as I avoid the temptations of croissants and chocolates that beckon me at every turn.
I pause at an intersection and take a deep breath, my anticipation has nearly gotten the better of me. Pulling my phone out I check my location and make sure I am going the right way. I look around the block to get my bearings--a supermarket, a bank, a frite shop. I turn left off the pedestrianized boulevard and onto the uglier streets with more cars. 'Now we're going the right way,' I think to myself. I send him a message: "Be there in 5".
With fewer pedestrians, my focus on the upcoming encounter grows. I open the app and look at his pics again, playing out the scene in my head as I avoid the cracks in the sidewalk. I take in the view around me, the lesser-toured part of the city. Mostly commercial buildings and former commercial buildings that have been rezoned. None of that Old World architecture you see in Rick Steeve's videos. I am here for a different kind of architecture...
I get a message from him: "Ok, I'm waiting".
I catch myself licking my lips as I approach his apartment building. Nervously I approach the intercom and press his buzzer, 4C. Thankfully, he responds immediately by buzzing the entry door. I turn and push my way in through the first door, then the second, and into the entryway towards the elevator--hearing the echo of my footsteps as the doors latch shut in sequence behind me. I press the elevator call button. The building is modern and clean, with nothing in the way of decoration. It resembles a prison but with less signage, but at least everything is in good condition. I stand there a moment, taking out my comb and brushing it through my beard, taking off my cap and taking it through my hair, putting the cap back on just as the elevator arrives.
Grateful nobody else is in the car I step in and press the button for the fourth floor. I put the comb back in my pocket and take a moment to crack my neck and shoulders, take a deep breath, and shake out my jitters. The elevator stops and the door opens, I walk out and look at the floorplan, taking a right turn I walk for several feet until I find his door. Having heard me approach he opens the door slowly, all six-foot-five feet of him stands there in a pair of black Adidas gym pants and matching flip-flops and meekly waves with a smile, inviting me in. His face and hair are extremely handsome and well-groomed, fit for an episode of Queer Eye. He has a freshly trimmed five o'clock shadow chinstrap and goatee with a buzzcut, a sharp angular jaw, and a deep tan.
Be still my beating heart.
I enter cautiously, ensuring no obvious red flags as I enter his apartment. Much to my surprise it's a spacious and modern place with contemporary furnishings and a large TV. He looks into my eyes and smiles toothily, asking if I would like anything to drink.
"Water," I say, approaching him slowly, smiling and licking my lips. I can't believe my eyes. This dude's pics were probably a couple of years old, but if anything he was even more toned since he had taken them.
He handed me a glass of water and put his hand on my belly.
Jackpot.
"You're so hot," he says with his thick accent.
"So are you," I say as I take a sip of water, taking a minute to walk over to his couch and sit down. He follows me over and I point at the floor, he obediently kneels. I take another sip and hand him the glass. He puts it on his end table and I begin to untie my shoe. He starts with the other one and then takes off both, taking his time to remove them and moaning softly as my white socks are revealed. I lean back into the couch and exhale as he inhales my scent and puts his beautiful face all over the bottom of my feet.
"Oh my god, so good," he says."
It occurs to me that while I had just showered, I had taken a brisk walk, and my shoes were no doubt full of odor from a week's worth of touring the streets of Western European cities. The musk he was inhaling must have been well-aged like a fine Roquefort.
"Yeah, that's it, worship those feet," he takes one of the socks off and begins massaging the sole. He repeats with the other one and then I put them on his face, he makes eye contact with me. He gives me submissive puppy dog eyes as I put my big toe in his mouth ."You like that?"
"Yes, love it..."
"Good, open wide--!"
I hold my foot in front of his mouth and he opens--I push in gently so he sucks on my toes and gags a little bit. He spits on them and works his tongue all over, I wiggle my toes in response and rub them in his tongue, I switch my feet and make him give them both a good polishing. First the toes, then the soles. I make him lick them from the tips to the base and all over while he whimpers and I watch his body flex below me. This tall jock at my beck and call, at my service, the power trip hits and makes my cock well.
"Yes, yes please," he begs as I undo my belt and pull my fly down. He undoes my zipper and helps pull my jeans down and off. He presses his head into my groin and licks my bulge. I grab his head and hold him there for a minute, letting him take in my odor before pulling him back. "Not yet, I got more work for you to do."
"Yes, Sir." he whimpers, "whatever you want!"
I pull my boxer briefs down so my cock is free, then I reach down and give his pecs a firm squeeze before spitting in his face.
"Lie down on your back," I order him. He looks at me and nods eagerly, lying down with his head directly under my cock and balls so I can put my feet on his chest. I rub my spit-polished soles on his pecs and abs, contrasting their gym-defined toneness with my hairy fat rolls. I lightly stomp on him as he moans.
"Right where you belong, right jock?"
"Right, Sir!"
I move my feet down to his hips, I touch his bulge, I tease his balls and cock with my left foot while my right rubs his abs and chest, then I move them to either side of his torso and assume a squat position. Gently I slide forward until I am at the edge of the couch and dangle my balls and cock off the edge. I hear him gasp in anticipation as he senses my intention. I smirk and lower myself down a couple of inches and feel my nuts gently touch his face. I moan softly in satisfaction as I teabag this tall hunk, rubbing my fat hairy nutsack across his beautiful face. I take special pride in marking this one with my sweaty balls as he sniffs my man musk and thanks me for the privilege, feeling his hands gripping the backs of my calves and hips as he feels up my flesh.
After dipping my nuts in his facehole a few times I fed him my semisoft cock for a brief moment before dragging my fat hairy ass across his face, I grinned and gave it all to him, gleefully grinding my hole into his nose and mouth as I felt his hands grab my cheeks to try and keep my weight from crushing his skull. I help my position as long as I could and then shift my weight backward, slowly grinding my ass backward across his face, like a giant rolling pin across his head as I go back to dipping my cock and balls back into his mouth.
With great effort I pushed the energy into my legs and heaved myself back up onto the couch. I told him to come suck me and he obediently got up and turned over, getting on his hands and knees and putting his beautiful face between my fat thighs and sticking my hard bear cock in his mouth. His skilled throat easily took my inches and his tongue began working me from base to tip as he bobbed back and forth, trying hard not to break eye contact. I match his eye contact and sneer, reaching down with both hands to grip his head and guide him to milk me. I look over his body as he sucks me, he's still wearing his pants but I can see his ass print and can tell how toned it is.
"Pull your pants down," I tell him."
He nods nervously, not removing my cock from his mouth. Now perfect booty comes in all shapes, sizes, colors, and textures. There's not one perfect booty but a harmonious galaxy of perfect booties all orbiting each other in perfect balance. This was the perfect pure-muscle with-a-touch-of-hair booty I had ever seen. It was like two globes with a tiny patch of glass running down the valley in the center.
As he exposed his ass to me I leaned back to get a better view and released my left hand from his head. As I sat back and admired his well-sculpted posterior my right hand reached behind his head and pushed him down to the base of my cock just as it swelled at the sight of his gorgeous butt. A swell of precum was released from my shaft and shot down his throat, he gagged and swallowed it, holding my dick deep inside him as I eye-fucked his body. After a brief moment, my right hand relaxed and I pulled him off, letting him breathe as my spit-covered cock dangled at the edge of his lips. Unable to help himself he kept breathlessly suckling on the head as he recovered, desperately trying to pleasure me as my feet continued to explore and tease the parts of his lower body that they could access.
"You ready for more?" I ask, cockslapping his cheeks, covering his goatee in spit and precum.
"Mmm, yes--fuck my throat!"
I growl and give his cheeks two gentle reassuring pats before reaching behind his head and pulling him back down the shaft. He is quickly buried in my fat pad and pubes and sent to his happy place, he closes his eyes and prepares himself, instinctually knowing he's about to get owned hard.
I lean back and spread my legs wide so I can push him as deep as I can get, I feel a sudden increase in pleasure as my cock scratches an inch deeper into his throat. I smile and pull him that final centimeter down and lock him in--cutting him off from the outside world and shutting him inside my body as my member probes his throat tube for animal pleasure. The seconds roll by as I hold him still. I squirm in delight as his throat massages me all over, my cock oozing out precum with great intensity. I can feel the surge building around my prostate. I relax and let him recover before bouncing his head up and down my shaft in a steady rhythm, milking myself with this beautiful jock's throat. A couple minutes tick by as I growl and moan in primal pleasure, the sweat building on his head and shoulders as I give him a workout. My orgasm begins to reach a critical point, I close my eyes and relax, allowing the orgasm to release and exit my body. I feel the wave surge at the base of my cock and I instinctively pull him back to the base. Just as I feel it hit the tip he gets locked in one final time as my fat hairy bear seed is injected directly into the mouth of this hot European hunk.
Wave after wave pulses through me, I try to count the pumps. Three, four, five... six, seven... I start to lose count as I relax and let him swallow. The volume proves too much and he pulls off, letting the remaining drops hit his face and neck, painting him with my babies.
"So good Sir," he says, licking some off my balls.
"You did a great job." I pat the back of his head and breathe a sigh of relief. "Sorry I don't have much time, gotta catch a train here soon."
"Ohh right," he says, suddenly snapping back to reality. "What time was that?" "11:30."
"Plenty of time," He smiles and licks some of my cum from his lips, "want a towel?"

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