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After my graduation from college as a certified teacher, I had to repay my college loan over a two year period by way of service, which meant that I had to teach wherever I was told to go. My first appointment was at a school with a principle that was an arsehole. Mr. Arlen did not like me, and the feelings were mutual. I was always in trouble. Several warnings and reprimands later, I was relocated to a school in the far north to teach me a lesson. The small town I was sent to was in the middle of lumberjack-land, and the school catered to kids from the surrounding area.As you may well imagine, I was as thrilled as a condemned man. Being young and gay, my social life had just been flushed down the toilet. I had read many gay stories about lumberjacks but was sensible enough to know the difference between fantasy and reality. The school was charming, and my new principle very engaging. At least, my new workplace was going to be far less troublesome than my former school. The kids were also fantastic, and far better disciplined than the brats I formerly had to contend with. So things weren’t all bad… I supposed.The town had eight shops and a large pub, frequented by all the locals. I managed to secure a fairly nice apartment above one of the shops, a stone’s throw away from the school. This was my lot, and I had to grin and bear it for the next eighteen months. Within a few days, I had settled into my new home, and workplace. The people I encountered were friendly and helpful, and unlike the city, they always greeted me. Being educated, and a teacher, also put me on a higher plain of respect. This really amused… and okay… delighted me. I almost became tired of my name, with the constant, ‘Hi Sydney, and bye Sydney,’ that seemed to punctuate my every move.Saturday evenings at the bar was the main event in the town. It was apparently always jam-packed. I decided that I had to join in, and meet all the locals on my first weekend. I was also keen to observe the butch talent on display, cognisant of the fact that I would have to be on my best behaviour. Being gay could be dangerous in these parts, and I knew I would have to show great restraint. It would definitely not thrill the locals, to learn that the new schoolteacher was a gay man. At around eight p.m. I finally made my way to the pub, and as predicted, it was pumping.After grabbing a beer, I began observing my fellow patrons. Most of the men were brawny and very masculine, with facial hair, denim, and plaid shirts, the standard custom. The woman all had overdone makeup and tight-fitting apparel, which seemed to be the order of the day for all the ladies. As I suspected, there were quite a few stunning guys. During the evening I had to concentrate on not drooling, as I engaged many of the guys in conversation. Everyone knew I was the new teacher, and I was rather flattered by the fuss they made over me.At around eleven, I finally made my way back to my apartment. It had been a very enjoyable if somewhat frustrating evening. How the fuck was I going to cope, surrounded by all this untouchable talent? I began to jerk-off with my mind in a spin. My imagination went into overdrive, as flitted from one hunk to the other, with my brain envisioning a multitude of sex-filled scenarios. I finally shot a massive load panting like a deranged person. After cleaning up my mess I got into bed, before drifting off moments later.The following week, I got into the full swing of things at the school. Apparently, my teaching methods were far less offensive to this new principle, and by the end of the week, she had received quite a few compliments from satisfied parents. I had always had a great rapport with kids and so at least on the occupational front, my life was going along very well. I even got invited to dinner, by one of my fellow teachers on Wednesday, and spent a very enjoyable evening with him and his wife.I decided not to torment myself again the following Saturday, and instead opted for a visit to the bar on a Friday evening. After collecting a beer from the counter, I sat on a barstool across from the bar. There were a number of tall round tables scattered about, each surrounded by three or four barstools. The bar was fairly empty, with a dozen or so people milling about. Again, I got a number of smiles and “howdy’s,” from most of the patrons.As I sipped my beer a hairy giant entered the bar. He stood at least six-foot-six inches tall. I had never seen such a large man. He wasn’t fat, just huge. He had a full black beard that only exposed his eyes, forehead, and nasal region. The brush cut hair on his head was also black.I observed him in conversation with the barman, frequently glancing in my direction. Shortly, he began to move toward me. His boots looked like to boats, and after removing his jacket, I noticed that he was attired in the standard issue.“Mind if I join you?” he asked.“Not at all,” I replied.Extending his right hand he said, “Names Grizzly.”‘Fuck me,’ I thought, ‘even his hands are covered with hair.’ I stood and introduced myself as he completely sheathed my hand in his huge paw.“So you’re the new teacher,” he stated sitting opposite me. I nodded in agreement. When he asked me why I had chosen to live here, I gave him a brief history of the events leading up to my arrival in these parts. Turning the tables on him, I asked about his life. He was a lumberjack and owned a cabin ten miles out of town. He had also grown up in a city but preferred the outdoors. Several years before, he had decided on his current lifestyle and moved here to learn his trade. He loved the peace and quiet this place offered.After he finished his story I asked, “What’s your real name?”“Angus,” he replied.“Do you mind if I call you Angus?”With a shrug, he answered, “Suit ye’self.”“But would you mind,” I affirmed.Smiling he replied, “Nah, not at all”.Angus was twenty-five-years old which surprised me, as I would have guessed him closer to thirty. As I began to engage him more and more, I realized how good looking he actually was. His eyes were dark green and lively. His slightly uneven teeth were sparkling white and very sexy. He had an impish, naughty smile, and we conversed as easily as two old friends.When I later asked about any hobbies he may have, he told me he did wood sculptures. I told him that I was crazy about sculpture, and would love to see his work at some point. Observing me for a few seconds he said, “Come tomorrow”.Puzzled I inquired, “Beg your pardon?”To which he replied, “What time do your duties at the school finish tomorrow?”“Two p.m.,” I responded.“Well… then I’ll pick you up at three… Bring a toothbrush?” he concluded.“Why?” I asked confused.“You’ll be staying the night… Cause after dinner, and a few drinks, it would be stupid to drive you home. Folks around here take drinking Escort Avrupa yakası and driving very seriously,” he statedShrugging, I questioned, “Are you sure?”“Sure I’m sure”, was his reply. “You said you wanted to see my work, didn’t you?”“Yes, but I don’t want to be any bother,” I countered.Almost irritated he answered, “Fuck, do you want to see my work or not?”My final reply was, “Yes, okay, that would be great, thank you.”The following day at three, Angus pulled up in front of the store below my apartment. Grabbing my small bag I ran down the stairs immediately. Before he had time to phone me I was already in his vehicle, and soon we were on our way.His log cabin looked fantastic. We were greeted by two large Huskies upon our arrival. “Will I be safe?” I asked getting out of the pickup.“Sure, they haven’t eaten human flesh… well, so far,” he replied laughing.Entering his cabin my breath was taken away. It was huge and beautifully decorated, in a very masculine way. I immediately observed his sculptures that he had placed all around, and began complimenting him. Angus loved birds, and most of the sculptures were of our feathered friends. Before I got the grand tour of his cabin, he lit a roaring fire. His place was open and impressive, but very cozy. There was the homely aroma of stew simmering on the stove, which I was told would take another few hours. After an astonishing tour, we sat on a huge leather sofa facing the fire.Looking at me he asked, “So whose heart did you break when you left the city?”“Nobodies, I didn’t have a girlfriend.” I answered.Sniggering he said, “I find that hard to believe. A good looking guy like you, you must have had the ladies falling over themselves.”Trying to extricate myself from the corner I was in, I retorted, “Well what about you… Why is there no little woman in your life?”Smiling ruefully, he replied, “Who would want to live with a man resembling, Bigfoot?”Without thinking I said, “You are a very sexy man, Angus”.With a glint in his eyes, he responded, “That’s a strange statement, coming from another guy”.Blushing furiously, I apologized, only sinking further into the hole that I had created for myself.“I have a feeling, that you may prefer men to women Sydney,” he said softly. Seeing the defeated look on my face he chuckled. It wasn’t a derisive laugh, but an encouraging one.With a smile, he uttered, “I promise you Sydney, your secret is safe with me.”Once I had calmed down I asked, “What about your love life?”Shaking his head he replied, “I don’t have one. The women here are all man-catchers. I was warned about them early on. And as far as the guys are concerned, never met one that gave me any reason to believe they’d want to play around.”Stunned, I asked, “So… you’ve considered guys?”He sat silently for a while before replying, “Maybe.”An eerie silence followed before I asked, “And what does that maybe depend upon?”Another pause followed, before he measuredly answered, “On whether you’ll insist on sleeping in the spare room tonight.”As we observed the fire for a long while, he self-consciously began chatting about the food he had prepared. He seemed almost hurt and I got the feeling that I should have replied to his earlier statement. Did he think my silence was a rejection?I became panicky and interrupting him, blurted out, “I would love to sleep in your bed tonight.”After a short hush, a smile broke out on his face before he said, “You might not feel that way when you see me naked, I’m fucking hairy”.“Well, then I will just have to give you a good brushing before we go to sleep,” I replied.Angus almost convulsed with laughter. He stood up and pulling me off the sofa, gave me a long bear hug. Putting me down eventually, we moved through to the kitchen and were soon enjoying his fantastic stew.As we ate I apologized for my earlier delay, explaining that I had been completely stunned and afraid that he might have been pulling my leg. He then told me about his insecurity due to his excessive hairiness. After moving here he had also been rejected by a woman after undressing, who just couldn’t cope with his extreme furriness. He had all but given up on sexual encounters, due to his condition, which is termed hypertrichosis. It wasn’t worth the anguish according to him.After dinner, we again sat around chatting before heading for bed at around nine p.m. Once in the room, I could sense his nervousness as we kissed fully clothed. He was an incredible kisser, and his huge body felt remarkable during our embrace. Whispering in his ear I assured him that I wanted to make love and wasn’t bothered by his hairiness.After undressing, I got a good look at him and he was even hairier than I had imagined. His entire body was covered with fur. The hair was soft and felt luxuriant to the touch. Angus had a substantial uncut cock that looked smaller than it was, due to the mass of black hair surrounding his crotch. I got the feeling that he couldn’t wait to get into bed so that his hairiness wouldn’t be on full display.As I lay on my back he moved his upper body onto me and continued kissing. His excitement was palpable as he began licking my ears, frequently returning to my mouth. With our faces moulded together, my hands caressed his arms, shoulders, and torso. He then moved his entire body onto me, supporting most of his weight on his knees and elbows. My grizzly lover ground his stiff knob between my thighs, as he overwhelmed me with hair. The hair excited me unbelievably and I told him so. Moving his arms under my arms, his paws clamped my head between his palms. With a grunt of pleasure, he began rubbing his beard all over my face.As our kissing intensified, Angus became overexcited and scooted up my body on his knees. His dick, festooned in a mane of hair, located my mouth. As I adjusted to his oral onslaught my hands began to tour of his hips and backside. I captured tresses of hair between my fingers, gently pulling the pelt outwards. Humping my face animatedly, his hands held my head firmly. Having conquered my throat I let him have his way. From his cries, I knew he is about to erupt and prayed I would be able to cope with the deluge.With his balls slapping my throat, his first emissions began to spray. I swallowed like crazy as more and more lava cascaded down my throat. He was almost convulsing with pleasure as the final drops were force-fed to me. When his cock exited my mouth I savoured his tasty cream.Moving his body downward again, his tongue scoured the last morsels of seed from my mouth. Angus then placed his head next to mine, ear to ear, and began sobbing. I held him as tight as I could, and let him vent. When he finally lifted his head I wiped the tears from his eyes.Afterward, Angus rolled over and lay next to me. I moved in close to him, and Ataköy escort hugged by my giant teddy bear we lay contently for a long time.Breaking the silence, I eventually said, “Don’t ever cut one hair off your body. You are perfect just as you are.” He smiled, appreciatively.Lifting eventually, Angus reversed his body position and moving on top of me in a sixty-nine position, sucked on my cock. With a mass of hair surrounding my head, I began licking and sucking his balls. As my impending orgasm started to approach, my erratic breathing signalled my ejaculation. His anxious lips encouraged me as I pumped into his suctioning mouth and erupted in a state of complete rapture. Angus’ feasting was accompanied by grunts of approval.Spinning his body around after his feeding, he lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders, before manically locating my manhole. After he gained entry, his prodding became frenzied. Angus’ second discharge exploded into me within minutes. After pushing my legs down, Angus completely cocooned me, enveloping us in his manly smell. My ‘Yeti’ had me under his control and I was in seventh heaven. Gone were my angry regrets about my expulsion to this backward enclave. My new life was becoming blissful and I blessed the day I arrived in this territory.After our session, my werewolf lover and I fell asleep. It had been a very intense afternoon with emotions running wild. Angus was a wonderful human being and I was very pleased we had met. Strangely, his hairy condition did not bother me at all. I wasn’t sure about the road ahead, but having a rather fatalistic mind-set I wasn’t going to get in a flap about it. My new life had taken a very surprising turn and with the contentment I felt at my workplace, this strange little town was turning into a real gem.Waking up from time to time during the night, I observed the hairy man mountain next to me. What would the future hold? Would there even be one with him?When I awoke the following morning Angus was in the shower. Not sure about his bathroom likes and dislikes, I decided to let him do his thing before taking my turn. When he finally re-entered the bedroom I asked if he would mind me having a shower. Jokingly, he said that he would have liked company in the shower, but didn’t want to wake me. I promised myself that I would never again let a chance like that go a begging.By the time I had finished all my ablutions, breakfast was on the go. After our exertions of the previous evening, the sustenance was heartily enjoyed.As we ate Angus looked like he had something on his mind. After swallowing another mouthful he finally said, “I would like you to stay with me today, I promise to return you home early tomorrow morning.”My initial answer was a simple, “I would love to.”Regrettably, I then resumed and said, “As long as I am not in your way.”He looked at me sternly, before answering, “I want you here, why would you be in my way?”Realising my stupidity, I answered, “I am sorry, that was a stupid reply.”After observing me for a short while, Angus smiled and said, “The one thing you should know about me Sydney, is that I always mean what I say.”After breakfast I helped with the dishes. After we finished the washing-up, Angus moved behind me, and encasing me in a bear hug, began tweaking my nipples while lightly biting my ears. Soon his massive hips were banging me up against the sink. Moving his hands downward he undid my belt buckle, before unzipping my jeans. After my pants and underpants were pushed down I heard him unzipping himself. My torso was pushed down before he began prodding my hole. I was beginning to learn that my Grizzly lover liked it rough and his entry was urgent. I also got the feeling that my gasping and groaning really excited him.Grabbing my hips tightly he lifted me and with me impaled on his knob, walked through to the lounge. My body was flung over the back of the huge leather sofa before his hips sprang to life. Battering my hole with his knob, an additional dynamic was added as he began slapping my backside. Alternating between gripping my butt cheeks, Angus’ huge right hand also administered whacks to my arse. The more I whimpered, the louder my bear lover grunted and howled. I thanked goodness for the remoteness of his home because the cacophony emanating from us was mind-blowing. Even the Huskies outside joined in.Angus then spun me around, forcing me to my knees. As he humped my face I held onto his tree-trunk legs. With drool dribbling onto my chest, he intensified his thrusting. Shuddering, Angus unloaded into my mouth.Next, pulling me up off my knees Angus turned my body upside down facing him, before placing my legs on his shoulders. With my body dangling down his chest, his warm mouth sheathed my dick. As he blew me, I again began licking and sucking on his knob. My smaller dick was no problem for him and his mouth and tongue stimulated me unbelievably. I was being given a masterclass in cock-sucking and after a few minutes couldn’t hold back any longer. Panting furiously I came in his mouth, accompanied by the customary grunts of approval from Angus.My hanging body was then carried to the front of the fireplace before being placed on the thick woollen rug. Angus now climbed on top of me and for the next few minutes, we kissed as his stiff knob speared into my crotch. Finally lifting his body up off me and moving my legs apart, he grabbed my balls and began whipping them with his rigid cock. I yelped and writhed, to grunts of approval from him. Then, turning me onto my stomach again Angus fell on top of me. He began spearing his dick in and out of me.Upon pulling out he would let my sphincter relax for a few seconds before piercing into me again. On and on Angus relentlessly plundered my backside. The incredible stimulation of this technique caused me to spray my seed all over the rug.Picking up on my release, Angus lifted his torso on outstretched arms and fucked me manically. The grunts emanating from him as he climaxed were mind-boggling.After our hectic session, we dressed and were soon on an extensive walk all around his property with Mutt and Jeff, the two Huskies that accompanied us on our journey. The dogs were, as I was told, outdoor animals. Angus had built two beautiful dog houses for them on his porch. The surrounding area was magnificent and I fully understood Angus’ love for this place.After an extensive ramble we finally returned to the cabin. Angus recommended a late lunch/early supper upon our return. We spent the next few hours chatting and enjoying the warmth of the fireplace.Angus marinated steaks for dinner and after a salad and potatoes had been prepared, the meat was grilled. After an excellent meal, we again moved through to the lounge and settled on the huge sofa facing the fire. Şirinevler escort bayan For the next few hours, we continued to enjoy one another’s company. I was told that we needed to be in bed by eight because we had to be up at five-thirty a.m., the following morning.“Are you always in bed by eight?” I asked.Smiling, he replied, “No, usually by ten, but we need at least one hour for entertainment.”Joking, I asked, “I don’t recall seeing a television in the bedroom?”To which he impishly countered, “There ain’t one. We’re supplying the entertainment.”Before we headed off to bed, Angus sat quietly with a serious look on his face before asking, “Sydney, would you consider moving in with me?” Raising his hand immediately, with his palm facing me in a ‘let me finish’ gesture, he continued, “Don’t give me your answer now. Think about it during week. I’ve been alone for too long and really need someone in my life. I can be difficult, but I am sure we can work things out.”After another silence, he resumed, “I don’t want rent from you, and if you contribute to the groceries that would be great. I haven’t enjoyed anyone’s company as much as yours for a very long time. I’m fucking lonely and I need you.” Another long pause followed, before he concluded, “If you’re not up for it and only want to visit on weekends, that would be okay. It’ll be disappointing, but I will accept that.”We again sat quietly for a long while, before eventually moving through to the bedroom.After arriving in the bedroom he asked, “Are you working on Saturday?”“No,” I replied. We were only expected to work alternating Saturdays at the school and having done so the previous day, I would be off duty the following weekend.“Good, then I call around your place on Friday evening and you can give me your answer,” he suggested. I just smiled respectfully, nodding my head. The request had been made and I would have to make my decision during the week.That night Angus surprised me with a complete change of pace. Our love-making was far less hectic than all prior encounters. We fondled, kissed, and his penetration was gentle and loving. The biggest surprise came when he turned onto his stomach and invited me to penetrate him. I climbed on my bear and penetrated him slowly and tenderly. The low murmurs from him as I continuously varied my pace were awesome. I made sure that the session lasted, with no intention of rushing our encounter. His contentment was profound and he sighed contentedly throughout the session.The following week my mind was in a spin. What concerned me most was that he had lived on his own, for a long time. Once I moved in would he find sharing his space with me irritating, rather than enjoyable? In addition, what would the people here make of our living together? Would rumours eventually start circulating? The rougher side of his sexual needs didn’t me worry too much, but would they escalate? I loved his cabin and the incredible surrounding area. It was infinitely preferable to the small fully furnished apartment I was renting, but at least my apartment belonged to me. In turmoil, I began dreading Friday’s decision.When Friday night finally arrived there was a knock at my door. Angus then entered and sat on my small sofa. After a short time, he asked, “Did you give my request some thought, or do you need more time?”Looking at him intently I answered, “Two things worry me. Firstly, after years of living on your own a newcomer will be invading your private space. Will you be able to cope with that? Secondly, what will people here make of our living together?”After listening to me, he waited a while before answering. “You’ll teach me to adapt. Secondly, who gives a fuck what people think? We’ll make it work Sydney, simple as that.”The passion in his eyes overwhelmed me and caught up in the moment I blurted out, “Okay, let’s give it a go.”Shrugging he replied “So what the fuck are you waiting for? Pack your things and let’s get the fuck out of here.”“Tonight, you mean now?” I asked.“Sure, pack up and let’s go home, Mutt and Jeff are hungry. Next week you can sort out the details with your landlord.” I began to laugh, to which he responded, “Get moving, I’m also fucking hungry.”I packed my two suitcases and presently followed him in his pickup to the cabin. En route I noticed the name: ‘Ursus,’ painted on the back of his pick-up for the first time. With a smile on my face, I drove home behind him.After we arrived the dogs were fed and the fire lit, before his pre-prepared meal was being warmed. It felt strange as I scanned my new abode while he prepared our meal. I hoped like hell I had made the correct decision. With butterflies in my stomach I sat down and enjoyed the delicious food. At least the guy could cook!After dinner and the customary dishwashing, we snuggled up on the huge couch in his lounge. He told me that he had arranged a special treat for me as we necked on the sofa. Somewhat apprehensive, I wondered about the revelation that awaited me.Moving through to the bedroom later, I was somewhat flabbergasted by the surprise. Angus had secured a five by four-foot, thick woollen rug to the wooden wall in his bedroom. There were two metal rings on either side of the rug, six-foot off the ground. A leather cuff hung off each of the rings. No imagination was needed to comprehend the purpose of this construction.Had the escalation of his sexual requirements just begun? Remaining calm, I smiled and said that it looked very interesting. I was told that he wanted to tie me up and fuck me while I was bound by the restraints. I didn’t find the setup too enticing, but I figured that having made my bed I now had to lie in it. Somewhat worried, I began to undress.As Angus secured me to the rings facing the rug, he instructed me to place my feet on two wooden blocks mounted below the rug. These blocks were one-foot off the floor. Truthfully, I had not noticed these before but did as I was told. Spread-eagled, I awaited his imminent penetration. Instead, there was a swishing sound, followed by a sharp stinging as he began whacking my backside with a short strap. The first two or three strikes had me wailing but he continued unperturbed. After ten smacks, as my arse started becoming numb I became very turned-on and began rubbing my hard cock up against the wall rug.After fifteen strikes he asked if he should stop. I was bristling with horniness and loving my spanking by now. “No, you bastard, has your arm become slack?” I challenged him.Angus intensified the next five strikes before finally dropping the strap to the floor. His huge body then compressed me against the rug. With my arse already on fire his entry felt less brutal than on former occasions. Banging my body, he pummelled my backside hectically. As he tweaked my nipples his horny gasps became animalistic. The divine agony I was experiencing negated my earlier anticipation; I had definitely made the right choice. Angus had completely subjugated me and the level of gratification I was receiving was fantastic.Angus plundered my body like a blood-obsessed Viking on a rampage. My hole was thumped as he slammed me against the rug.
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