“Bear Bar Buddy” I’m sitting at the end of the local dive b..

“Bear Bar Buddy”

I’m sitting at the end of the local dive bar, slowly sipping a glass of cold brew as I while away the hours. My eyes are peeled to the TV watching the Cardinals game. Bottom of the 7th, two outs. Strike three. I smile and take a swig just as you enter the bar.
You take a seat on a stool about five feet from me. There’s not too many people around so your presence is noticed. I nod in your direction and turn my attention back to the TV. You place your order and pull out your phone. The bartender brings you a drink and you tap to pay for it with your device. The bartender fiddles with the pinpad and thanks you. As you take your first drink you notice me glaring at you with the corner of my eye, giving you a good look-over as I watch the baseball game. You take a big gulp and smile, trying not to seem impolite.
The hours pass and other patrons come and go. One of the barmaids clocks out, it is getting close to closing time and we’re alone except for the bartender who is beginning to close down.
I take a handful of peanuts from the bar and munch them, letting the crumbs run down the whiskers of my beard. I brush them out with the back of my hand and stand up slowly, balancing my large weight and adjusting my belt before slowly walking towards you. Step-by-step. You feel your heartbeat quicken as I approach, trying hard not to make eye contact. I stop directly behind you, placing my hand on your butt. I lean into your ear while the bartender is distracted.
“Bathroom, five minutes.” I whisper into your ear, giving your asscheek a firm squeeze before sauntering my way to the back.
You finish your drink quickly, biting your lower lip you set your phone on the counter and watch the minutes tick by. Part of you debates leaving it at that, but it has been awhile since you have had cock, and this seems like a good opportunity. A thick hairy bear with a big beard. You remember the feeling of my hand on your ass, the sensation of my breath on your earlobe. You decide to take the chance.
As you walk into the bathroom you see me at the row of urinals, my belt unbuckled, standing there as if I am finishing up. I look over in your direction and smile.
“Glad you came,” I smirk.
“Wouldn’t miss it…” you approach cautiously, “you packing?”
“Oh yeah,” I say as I whip my thick cock out and give it a couple shakes. “Come get it!”
You sink to your knees in an instant and lean into my crotch. The musky smell greets you as you open your lips and accept my dick into your mouth. Sucking greedily you waste no time going to the base and fattening me up, getting my cock ready using your tongue.
“Oh fuck,” I say, petting your head gently, “Suck that shit, good work…”
You bob your head up and down, showing off your skills as you twist your lips gently, you move your hand up and start milking me hard. The jerking and sucking had my hard member down the back of your throat, digging into you as I hold you down and guide you through the process.
“Hurry up, gotta be quick,” I say as I shoot a wad of precum onto your tongue. You coat my shaft with it and take a big whiff of my odor before going into overdrive. You apply suction and try to give me that vacuum mouth. Your hand twists and turns, rubbing the cum up from my base. You feel it throb and expand as I get closer to orgasm. You expertly bring me to a quick climax.
“Oh fuck, just like that! SHIT!”
I howl as my cum is released onto your tongue, you push down to give me the deep throat and let me savor my orgasm. The pumps go by like an eternity, drowing us both in pleasure.
Slowly I pull out, letting you go. My soft cock withdraws. You kiss the tip in gratitude.
“Fucking hell,” I say as I smack you with it. “Good job, cocksucker.”

Note: Wanted to make this short and sweet for practice.