"Bears Prowl the Music Bars" You're at a music bar late at ..

"Bears Prowl the Music Bars" You're at a music bar late at night with some of your friends. The bar has a grungy/punk feeling that might not suit your tastes. Nevertheless, there are lots of hot men here getting inebriated and banging their bodies together, moshing and having a sweaty good time. You see jocks and twinks, average bros and chubby dudes all swinging their heads back and forth to the pace of the music--occasionally taking off their shirts to cool off. As the songs fade between one another you and your friends gradually separate into the crowd. After a while you get thirsty and squeeze through the sea of energetic bodies to make your way back to the bar. You wait your turn in the queue and give the bartender your order. While waiting you notice me sitting at the end of the bar in a leather biker vest, blue jeans, and a hat, with a pint of amber ale in my hand. The bartender brings you the order and you walk back to a table behind the bar and against the wall, keeping me in your peripheral vision. You watch me as I finish my drink and order another, taking my time emptying another pint. You finish your drink and debate going back to the dance floor or trying to locate one of your friends, but the need for that doesn't seem as pressing as looking at me through the corner of your eye. After a few moments, I finish the second drink and get up from the barstool. I exchange a friendly wave with the bartender and smile, making my way down the bar toward you. At first, you don't notice but my eyes zero in on yours. Taken aback you try to look down at the floor, but I approach you and smile. "Caught you looking at me, mind if I ask your name?" You look up at me and blush, saying your name softly. "Well, it's a pleasure... Such a cute little thing. Y'all here by your lonesome?" "N-no, I'm with friends--" "Is that so?" I scan the bar area, "where are they?" "Having fun," you smile. "Yeah, well how would you like to have some fun too?" I wink and gesture toward my belt buckle. "Come, follow me..." I turn around slowly and walk back up the bar towards the restrooms. You watch as my wide form slowly strides down past the other patrons, my hips moving under my jean pockets, leather swaying over my waist. I reach the bathroom door and look back to you. I open the door and look inside, then back to you, nodding before entering. You watch the door close behind me and sit there for a moment. You stand up and take a step back towards the dance floor--and then you shake your head and turn towards the bathroom. Drawn by magnetism you walk down the bar and towards the wooden door marked "Men". You push the swinging door open, walking into the bathroom. The air is foul, your nostrils recoil as you take a full whiff of the odor. It is a postage stamp, with two toilet stalls a few feet in front of you and a pair of dirty sinks to your left. You notice that I am in the right stall, my jeans curled at my ankles above my black leather shoes. You take three steps with trepidation, listening to my foot tap slowly as you approach the stall. You feel my presence on the other side as you open it, revealing me sitting there, my leather vest hanging on the coathook behind me--a tight black t-shirt clings to my belly and the silkscreen image of a bearded Norse god adorns my fat figure. My thick cock stands upright as I lean back, smiling and rubbing my shaft. "Well, you just gonna stand there? It ain't gonna suck itself..." You fall to your knees on the dirty tiled floor and put your hands on my hairy thighs. I push my groin forwards and reach behind your head with my left hand to guide you in. Your tongue wraps around my cock, wetting it and tasting the salty goodness as you are quickly buried in my pubes. I hold you down there for a minute before releasing you and letting you suck at your own pace. One of your hands cups my balls and begins to massage my heavy sack to help stimulate my load. The other makes a ring around the base of my shaft and pushes my fat back so the full length of my bear cock can be inserted into your throat. "Fuck yeah, that's it--suck that dick!" I growl and grunt in delight as you swallow every inch of my manhood. "Damn boy, you got some impressive head game..." You can't help but smile as you bob your head up and down, pursing your lips together to stimulate the skin on my shaft and protect me from your teeth. Precum jets out of the tip with force, coating your tongue as you slide me in and out of your mouth, removing your hand from my cock so you can bury yourself in my groin. You hold yourself down at the base of my cock for as long as you can, letting your throat massage me and savoring the feeling of my thickness throb and pulse deep inside you. "Goddamnit," I put both my hands down on the back of your head and hold you down. You gag and back up, but I keep you steady as my cock continues to throb and shoot my precum into your throat. "I'm cumming!" You feel my cock blast ropes of hot bear juice into the back of your throat. You feel them splash and start dripping down, quickly overwhelming your capacity. You gag on my cum as I release your head. Backing up slightly you let my cock continue shooting my pumps onto your tongue as you breathe through your nose whilst suckling on my cockhead. "Fuck," I groan with each pump, my body convulsing and thrusting my cock into your mouth. My orgasm begins to subside, I open my eyes and look down, you're still eagerly swallowing my babies.