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The Men of BadBears.com Four reasons to visit bear country… by John
Russell First of all, I want to acknowledge the elephant in the room: Not all the guys on BadBears.com are bears in the strictest sense of the word. They’re not all furry, pot-bellied, stocky, mustachioed brutes oozing a weirdly animal sexuality. Some are downright hairless. But really, with guys this fine why bother splitting hairs? That smirk says it all. He’s a cocky fucker, the kind of guy who’ll smack you on the ass and slap his dick against your face and laugh. He looks like the bad jock from high school. Not the popular quarterback, but the guy who got kicked off the team for smoking pot. He’s a brutal, butch top and he’d probably call you “bitch.” But once you’re on top of him, he’d probably start panting like an over eager puppy. Just imagine those button eyes squeezed tight, his smooth muscles tensing with all that pleasure. And that face. What I wouldn’t give to see what it does when he’s cuming! Possibly the best “Oh face” I’ve ever seen. Don’t you love it when you come across someone you know on a porn site? “Brian” bears a striking resemblance to this “straight” frat boy from my college who used to instant message me all the time wanting to fuck me. It would be 3 a.m., he would be kinda drunk, and all he’d want to talk about was what he’d do to my ass if I came over. Of course every time I tried to take him up on that he’d punk out. Still, look at him. All tight muscles and tattoos, that creamy pale skin and those pink nipples. He always spent so much time talking about my ass that I never realized what a cute one he has! And you gotta love a man who looks good in tightie-whities. I kinda don’t want Otto to take off that pilot jumpsuit. It’s so much more fun to imagine what he’s wearing or, probably more accurately, what he’s not wearing under there. I wonder if he freeballs it when he’s stunt piloting, Blue Angels style. I want him to keep he jumpsuit on and I want to get in there with him. Just zip us up and let me rub up against those washboard abs and that thick cock.
Now this is what I mean when I say bear: a big, gruff ol’ guy who’d just as soon maul you as look at you. Under that soft fur on his chest you know his skin is all rough and leathery. He may have a few years on you, but just think of what all that experience has taught him. Bears are always the dirtiest fuckers. I bet Craig here would make you call him “Daddy” and then he’d put you over his knee (imagine your dick rubbing against his beefy, veiny thigh) and spank you for having such a dirty mind. I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise! Of course, there are many more reasons to check out BadBears.com, but you’ll have to see them for yourself. |