Grizzly Traps

I first met  Grizzly about four years ago. Tall bearish in all ways smoking hot bear, he stands tall, broad shouldered, with a full head of jet black hair that you just want to grab and bring close to you. His beard is not a metrosexual scruff, it is a full on beard that leaves my nuts, ass, nipples and lips marked after we are together. He lives in the Jackson Hole area and is partnered with an older guy I've never met. We meet once or twice a year but talk and email often. Grizzly brings out a side of me that is hot and animalistic but the guy is also a good friend. I know I can tell him anything. He's beginning to reciprocate. I'm anything but tenacious:)

I wish I could tell you how many loads I have spurted with Grizzly, but they number too damn many. When we aren't together, he will send me a video of him jerking off at work. This is a man who knows how to take his time in bed, but also, like me, realizes the need to cum to level out.

He knows his scent drives me crazy and he's the worst fucking tease about it. Hew will send me a ripe or seeded t-shirt or strap that he knows will be put to use. But he also knows exactly the moment to bring that out to push me to an edge.

His chest is expansive -- the kind you want to straddle with your hips and rest your head on in between sessions.

 He knows that kissing is hot and he knows how to use his mouth. He has this incredibly sexy way of breathing that makes me want to inhale his breath, to taste it.

His furry ass he loves to cover in sexy gear. The type of lover that keeps them on long into our play so that when they are discarded, if at all, they are soaked from rubbing my cock on him or licking and sucking him through the fabric.

His nuts are so hot and retain his scent even when I am showering him. His thick cock tastes like salt and sweat and well . . .him.

His torso is long and solid, but it is his stalwart thighs that drive me crazy. It is here that his core strength resides. He has no idea of his strength really or how unbelievable they look flexed and straight. I never tell him.

He cums furiously as if there is so much pent up desire, if I am not careful it will fly over my head. But nine times out of ten, it is trapped in his gear. Laying there for me to enjoy. A tangible reminder of the spirit he evokes from me.

But it is the times that I feel him breathe that I love. The blood coursing through his veins, the air filling his lungs, the smallest movements. Trapped.