My Grizzly
by Londonboy
Grizz is on top of me. His hot breath is coating the back of my neck lovingly as he continues to get more excited. The big man is rubbing his underwear covered hard cock into my ass crack. He’s forgotten that I’m there. The bear is only concentrating on the pleasure being offered by my tight cheeks as he slams his thick meat in the warm and juicy narrow space between. I’m not complaining, since my wanting hole keeps gaping open in hopes that the next thrust will penetrate the entrance of my love chute. Grizz has no intention of making this a ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ quick fuck. He wants to make the foreplay last, even thought I know it’s not possible. He wants to make his dick ache badly for a milky release. He wants to rub his cock raw and make my ass pucker for him for hours.
My smaller body is plastered like a pancake into the mattress by his huge frame. He doesn’t give a shit that I might find it hard to support two hundred and eighty-seven pounds. He just keeps moaning every time the head of his fat cock squirms its way across my asshole, squeezing snugly into my bubble butt. His giant hands are wrapped around my thin wrists – holding my arms down as if he were doing all this against my will. But I’m in heaven when he takes me this way and he knows it. I love it when my Grizz uses me to get his rocks off – especially when he needs sexual release so desperately.
I feel his meaty supersized pecs and hard papa-bear gut pressing into my backside, the way a brick-sized paperweight might secure a tiny piece of tissue. I’m not going anywhere until he says I can – until his huge powerlifting muscle-packed body rolls off of me. Until then, there is a blanket of hardness and hot, sweaty beef covering me like a layer of brawny manliness. I find it hard to breathe, but I also find it too thrilling to care. There is a man-bear on top of me and he desires to use my body to get off more than he longs for anything in the world. We are beyond the point where I can do anything to stop the muscled beast from using me as his fuck toy. Again, I would have it no other way.
The huge man is conscious enough to not really hurt me. He loves me too much to cause me harm. He does, however, feel that any discomfort or even slight pain – that might be caused by his bombastic humping of my smaller physique - is part of our love journey together. The big man knows I want his dominance. He can sense from the way that my ass arches up to meet the brutal attacks from his cock that I need him to be rough – to claim me as his own like some wild animal finding its mate. Each time he plunges his thick rod and big balls into my amply cushioned ass my own cock stabs into the hard mattress and the rugged contact gives me more pleasure.
Since my head is turned sideways I find myself staring at his colossal sturdy biceps. It is the arm of a masterful man – or a giant bear that has worked out for all of his life. It’s not some shredded muscled arm – but more like the arm you’d expect to see on some strapping moose-like farm hand that easily lifts bales of hay with one hand or carries full-grown bulls above his head. I never tire of staring at Grizz’s muscular guns. I also notice the giant ring on his thick finger – a testimony to our love. I had been writing wedding thank you notes when he had come in to ‘request’ my presence in the bedroom – which basically meant he threw me over his shoulder and carried me there like a towel. I already knew he was horny, since earlier I had heard him watching his favorite website – one called ‘Twinks Mouthing Off.’ It was a soft-core porn site where small men said things to the camera as if they were encouraging their dominant lovers to ravage their bodies or, sometimes, as if they were challenging some larger man to a fight. Anytime Grizz was looking at this particular website it meant he was spurring on an already over-the-top sexual desire building up in his huge body. I never got jealous of the boys on the site because I knew they were just appetizers to the main course the big man had married and claimed as his own. My huge bear was actually constantly horny and he needed ways to relax his ‘want to fuck all the time’ tensed body. As it was, I barely got enough time to do anything since Grizz almost always needed to use me as his beating off boy-toy or just wanted to have his furry hot body wrapped around mine to show me how much he cared. The man couldn’t stand to be away from me for even thirty minutes if we were home together. I had no idea what he did to keep himself satisfied when we were apart for eight hours a day while he was at work, but I viewed it as time to build up my strength.
As soon as we started talking about marriage he had made it very clear that he did not want me working. He said he wanted to provide for me – to allow me to do all the things that made me happy. I realized later he secretly wanted me at home because he thought it would lessen the chance of other men hitting on me. The Grizz was insanely jealous and couldn’t even tolerate the thought of some guy looking at me with lustful eyes. I had been able to help the big man curtail his jealous fits of rage as we were dating – insisting that he not intimidate or ‘rough up’ guys that spoke to me, let alone came on to me – but I knew my man was a powder keg ready to explode if some dude actually ever made an overt pass. Luckily, the bear’s hulking size and his silent, but overbearing demeanor scared the crap out of every guy we met, so no one ever thought about messing with his boy. I kept the Grizzly’s beautiful cave neat, I volunteered for almost every charitable organization imaginable, and I satisfied every sexual need the handsome beast might get. We had the perfect life together. My brief daydreaming trip into our life together was interrupted by something that immediately brought me back to the present moment.
“Need to plow.”
Grizz was a man of few words. It was sometimes hard for me to believe he was the foreman of one of the largest trucking companies in the world. Surely, he had to speak a lot in that position. But, at home, the big man rarely spoke more than a few sentences – usually to give me the heads up that he was about to do something or to say he loved me. Sometimes though, late at night in the bedroom after a bout of intense sex and right before he fell fast asleep, my giant would speak from the heart and share with me more than I’m sure he had ever shared in his life. That’s how I learned he had been born big – almost a full fifteen pounds – and that he had never stopped growing until he was around forty. He did, however, still pack on muscle as easily as a super magnet attracted bits of metal. Because he had grown up huge and unnaturally powerful, Grizz had always been a loner. He says he figured out he was gay when he was only four, because of an intense attraction he had to his burly uncle Jack, and I believe him. The big dude had his first orgasm when he was only seven and I’m sure it was because he was so big and in ‘sexual overdrive’ mode even at that early age. He wouldn’t tell me how old he was when he seduced his big uncle and had sex for the first time, but he did tell me that he fucked the older man senseless and came about five times during that night. I was shocked to hear that his Uncle Jack wasn’t gay and that it was only after getting him plastered on whiskey and easily wrestling him to the ground that his elder relative gave up his virgin ass. Grizz said his uncle was just too blown away by his nephew’s size and strength. Suddenly feeling the tremendous weight of my husband lifting off of me as he reached down to shove his briefs around his enormous thighs brought me back to reality.
I felt the hefty plump head of Grizz’s cock push against my hole – not ready to penetrate - just making sure I was getting excited for what was coming. I let out a long groan of appreciation and anticipation to let my big man know he could start any time he wished. My tight ass immediately knew what was coming and it quivered in fright and delight at the same time. Since having sex with Grizz I had come to appreciate the Bible verse about a camel passing through the eye of a needle in new ways. My asshole was like the opening of the needle and the huge man’s cock was definitely like the big desert animal squeezing through. I somehow was able to open myself to the invasion of something so gigantic and, yet, so pleasurable that the Grizz-man actually thought I might be some kind of wizard. I told him it was simply that I wanted him inside me so much that I suffered through the initial pain and joyously accepted the incredible pleasure his huge piece of meat would finally offer. Again, the fat dick head pushed against the small opening between my cheeks. This time I sucked in air loudly and the big beast on top of me growled in anticipation of what was about to give him much gratification.
Grizz’s breathing was even harder and the sweat covered fur on his chest felt even more satisfying as it slid powerfully up and down against my back. My husband was also now sucking on my earlobe and neck with so much force it seemed he was trying to lap up my cum through that part of my body. I was completely immobilized by his huge body and massive arms. When, finally, one mighty thrust of his crotch pushed the sizable mushroom top of his cock through the tightened door of my anal cavity, I was so eager for his plowing that I barely noticed the severe pain its hugeness caused. I craved him to be inside me even more than I needed food or water. This is when I felt whole and complete, as soon as Grizz’s colossal piece of meat started to force its way into my taut chute. Like I said earlier, I had no idea how I opened my hole enough to accept his substantial meat log, but I was overjoyed by the thrill it gave me as soon as the pain disappeared. The big man on top of me cried out in utter ecstasy and pushed deeper into my body. He sounded like some ancient warrior going into battle. I surrendered completely and the chasm within me was pushed open beyond my wildest dreams. This was not my first time at the rodeo or the initial time on this particular immense bull, but it always felt like I was a virgin being freshly plowed. I could sense that Grizz felt the same way. His thick engine chugged back and forth through my tunnel nice and slow, at first, but then he became like a wild beast and fucked me in the way that I yearned for.
Our master bed creaked loudly, as if it was crying out from the abuse. Grizz’s cock pulled my body upward as he thrust his crotch backward and then I was slammed back into the mattress as soon as he pushed back in – causing all the air to be forced from my body. The crazy thing was that neither of us could take this kind of intense pleasure for very long. We both desperately tried to hang on as long as we could, but the pounding was too raw and much too thrilling. I actually held out longer than Grizz, but I was convinced that it was only because he was too sexually super charged to prevent himself from exploding. It was like a circuit had to give because the surge of power was so strong that nothing could contain it. The man’s huge cock just filled up too quickly and was like a dam being burst by floodwaters. I never got used to the amount of cum my husband could spew up into my body. The giant came for a few minutes straight – never letting up on the hammering into my ass. I usually started squirting around halfway through his orgasm, as if I wanted us to end at the same time. The big man usually pumped out a few more rounds after my cock was spent - and tonight was no different. I could feel warm juice still streaming into my chute as Grizz finally let his entire weight crush me into the bed. We lay there for about a half a minute – until I started to need air and his heartbeat was finally back to normal. That’s when my husband rolled off of me and I quickly gasped for air.
It took a while for the numbness of my flattened body to disappear. I turned my head to look at Grizz, lying on his back next to me and still breathing very hard. I loved watching his massive hairy chest heave up and down as he recovered from ejaculation. I was proud that I could cause him to lose his breath in this way. I ignored that it was taking a lot longer for my body to recover – since making him happy was all I wanted to do. The behemoth could sense that I was looking at him. He turned his head and smiled at me, gazing into my eyes. Grizz then leaned in and gave me a loving kiss. It was long and sensual, both of us purring with satisfaction as we each started to get hard again. He finally pulled his face from mine and I could tell that he wanted to do some sharing. I turned onto my side and lifted my head up onto one of the pillows – and waited, since I knew it was hard for the big man to talk this way. Grizz turned to look up at the ceiling again. There was a long pause and then his deep gruff voice spoke.
“I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life. I’m also the luckiest guy in the world.”
I knew I wasn’t supposed to respond. This was his moment and he didn’t need affirmation or me trying to top his declarations. He knew I loved him and he wasn’t insecure in any way. I just lay there and waited for him to continue. I could tell he was concentrating – choosing his words carefully. My love for the muscular bear suddenly deepened even more.
“Marrying you was the best thing I ever did. I want you more now than I even did that first day we met at the diner. I thought you were really cute but I didn’t know how I might get a chance to speak to you - but then you couldn’t get the top off of your ketchup bottle. I just leaned over and offered some assistance. It only took two fingers for me to open it, but that little introduction was powerful enough for us to finally come to this point – sharing our lives together forever. I just want you to know that there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy. I hope you know that. I just want you to be as fulfilled as I am.”
“I am, Grizz.”
“Good . . . good. I’m glad to hear it. You deserve to be happy. You deserve the world.”
“I’ve got something better than anything in the world, big man. I have you.”
“And I’m not ever letting you go . . .”
Grizz’s eyes were closed and I could tell he was near sleep. The oversized beast just wanted me to know how much he loved me, nothing more. My heart was bursting with joy. As his breathing became deep and rhythmic – a sign that he was fast asleep – I realized he was the second luckiest man in the world, only because I was actually the first.