Bear Party

Dean had always loved Brandon's bear parties. He'd been to four of them, and each one had been different, but ALWAYS fun. Tonight, he was being cruised by every bear in the joint and feeling rather pretty after his third Double Mary. "Dean, have you met Tom?" Dean looked up to see Brandon with that 'Here's-a-live-one' grin on his face. "No, I don't believe I have," Dean replied, taking the big man's hand. "I'm Dean Livingston." "Tom Bennet," the man said, keeping eye contact. "Brandon tells me you're a computer technician." Dean smiled, watching as Brandon quietly excused himself, "I maintain the systems up the street at Jackson and Stevens," he said, "And, I build a few systems on the side for extra cash." "Have you seen Brandon's new pc?" Tom hooked his thumb towards the study, "Loaded for bear." Dean laughed, "Yeah, I put it together for him. Want to see it scream?" "I'd rather see *you* scream," Tom said suggestively, leering. Dean led the way through the crowd, winking at Brandon as he turned up the hall to the study. Opening the door, he stepped aside to admit the bigger man, then lock it behind him. Tom caught his arm before he could turn on the light. Without a sound, he turned Dean to face him and carefully brought his hand up around the smaller man’s suddenly expanding package. "I sure would like to fuck you, Dean....And swallow your dick while you gush down my throat," He leaned down and kissed him hard, sucking his tongue as he pushed his hand down the smaller man's pants. Dean pressed himself against him, rubbing his cock in Tom's hand, until frustrated, he began pulling off his clothes. The two men were naked in minutes, with Dean bent over the leather sofa and Tom behind him, wiping his hole with pocket-lube. Erect, the bear was a thick three inches, and patiently worked it into Dean while reaching under to massage his balls. Soon, he was pounding it home, stuffing him with its entire length. Dean concentrated on his aching hard-on, hoping he didn't spurt his loot when Tom unloaded in his ass. He wanted that powerful tongue on the head of his dick, sucking him dry. As it was, he knew he hadn't long to wait. Tom's head fell back as he plowed into him. His eyes closed, rolling up in his head... He pumped Dean slowly now...savoring his final moments...arching back and thrusting forward as though he could empty his entire life-force into the man. On his third stroke, he jettisoned his lava and slumped over Dean's back, filling his nostrils with the blonde's scent. He draped his arms around the smaller man's waist and lazily manipulated his cock, until, infused with new purpose, he sank to his knees and took it in his mouth. Dean concentrated, desperate not to cum without feeling the bear's throat muscles ripple around his head first. He rocked his hips, weaving his fingers through Tom's curls and drawing him forward to take him deeper. The big man greedily complied, sucking his shaft up to its base and 'swallowing' with each of Dean's thrusts. "Oh....Oh, God....I can't...." Dean stammered, jolting forward spasmodically. His fingers were tangled in Tom's hair, white-knuckled, as he spurt his wad down Tom's throat. Exhausted, the two men fell to the carpet, catching their breaths. After a few moments, there came a knock at the door, bringing them up, sharply. It was Brandon. "Hey Dean? Robert wants you to show *him* the pc, too..." he said through the door. "How long til you can.....'boot-up' again?" Dean laughed, relaxing once again as Tom reached for a smoke. "Sorry, guys...Looks like the system's crashed." 

Originally posted on http://gaythrills.blogspot.com/2006/11/dean.html