It had been three weeks since my incredible session with the hottest bear I had ever encountered and I couldn't get him out of my head.
For three weeks I had been celibate: it was longest time I had gone without sex in ages but I just couldn't bring myself to look at anyone else, let alone think about making out with them. Luciano had promised to call but of course he hadn't and I felt too vulnerable to make that call myself at first;
Names of Characters in this story are fictitious and any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
With my cock straining to get loose from my jeans, I looked forward to seeing him every noon hour. He'd eat his sandwich, some cookies and an apple, while looking in my sport-card shop window. By now, I felt like I knew him. And when he'd left, I'd fantasize him naked in the back room, moaning, ecstatically, and pressing my face into his thick, black, pubic hair. 'Oh, yeah, man, get right down on my big, fat, uncut cock,' he'd shout, and I'd obediently do everything he commanded.