Sparky

Sparky

Robin looked good. He knew he did, and got complimented often enough. It took a lot of time and money to maintain his body and hair, but the reward was fulfilling. His face and body were smoothly shaven, his skin flawless and soft. His hair, blond and short, was styled to perfection. His nails and hands were manicured, the rings matching his lean fingers. Of course his clothes were immaculate and fashionable.
The pub fell silent when he came in. Robin smirked a bit as he took a seat at the bar, ordering a scotch. He could feel the eyes in his back, and loved it. He could even stun a grubby old place like this. Marvelous.

Usually, Robin wouldn't go to a pub. He preferred clubbing. Normally, he would be dancing by now, but all his friends were occupied that night. He didn't feel like going to the club alone, and he wanted a drink. So he came here. It wasn't in his neighborhood, and not his usual entourage. Maybe he wouldn't stick around for long. One drink would do. Just as he took a sip of his drink, he heard a loud sniff close behind him. It was as if a bull got near, and was checking him out. Slowly, Robin lowered his glass, and turned his head.

“Sweet...”

Robin opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He stared at the enormous man behind him. For the first time in his life, he was gobsmacked. The man was huge, unshaven, grinning broadly, and sniffing deeply. It had happened before –Robin was often approached by ugly men. He would simply ignore them, or tell them to fuck off. Not this time though. This man wasn't ugly. He was just... big, impressive, and everything Robin wasn't.

“Sparky,” nodded the man, as if he'd come to a conclusion. “Well-groomed, eh? Nice.”

Still too stunned to speak, Robin slowly put down his glass, and carefully slid off the stool. He'd expected the man to step aside, but that didn't happen. They stood close. Robin could smell the musky scent of sweat. His nose twitched, and suddenly a spark ran through his stomach. When the man lowed his head towards him to take a good sniff at the side of his neck, Robin didn't push him away. He tilted his head out of the way, breathing carefully, and slowly closed his eyes.

“Strawberries. Sparky smells good.” The man's nose slid up, over Robin's cheek, and into his hair. “Mm...”

More sparks filled Robin's stomach, and he shivered slightly. His hands reached up to the man's chest, purely on instinct. He felt the body hair through the thin top, hard, natural muscles, and the hot armpits. He'd always hated body hair and sweat. He had no idea why a soft groan escaped him, or why he turned his face towards the man's. His eyes were still closed when their lips met. They fused together in a hot kiss, lips parting, tongues eagerly exploring. The firm arms pulled him close, hands pinching him. Robin's nails dug into the strong neck as he shivered again. To his amazement, his body reacted faster than he'd ever experienced with a kiss.

The man drew back, finishing the kiss with a loud smack. “Sparky tastes sweet too,” he growled pleased, licking his lips. “Live nearby?”

Robin swallowed, blinking slightly confused. “No,” he croaked.

“Hm.” The man lowered his head again, and grazed the soft, smooth cheek. “Wanna come home with me?” he murmured.

“Yes...” It was nothing more than a whisper, into the man's ear.

Immediately, the stranger reached into his pocket, and paid for their drinks. “Come.”

Robin trembled as he pulled on his coat. He avoided the gazes around them, feeling flustered and confused. He wouldn't stay here anyway, no matter what would happen. Not after the display he'd just performed. He almost ran outside, where the man was waiting for him, and he gratefully breathed in the night's air.

“Sparky got a name?”

“Robin.” His voice was still soft. He felt like dreaming. “Robin Apple.”

“Apple, eh?” The man laughed softly. “Should be strawberry. I'm Grizzly.” He tapped his broad chest. “Arthur Taylor. Call me Grizzly.”

“Grizzly,” Robin said, tasting the word on his lips. “Appropriate.”

“Very,” nodded Grizzly. He began to walk, purposefully, without looking if Robin was following.

Robin followed. It was as if he was enchanted. He couldn't fall behind or hesitate, as his body was still hot and his mind fuzzy. They went into a building, stepped into the elevator, and waited until they reached the right floor.
In the bright light of the lift, Grizzly looked even more impressive. Robin slowly looked up, leaving his gaze on the man's eyes. Grizzly smiled at him, and winked. When the doors opened, he gently pushed him out, and led him to the door of his apartment.

“Home,” Grizzly announced. He locked the door behind them and switched on the lights.

Robin looked around. It was bigger than he expected, but just as messy. It seemed clean though, and he didn't get much time to take a good look. Grizzly grabbed him at his hips, turned him around, and kissed him. Their fronts ground against each other as the man forced him to walk backwards. Robin didn't object at all. He licked the eager tongue, hearing moans coming from his own throat, his hands grasping the neck and head. When he felt the bed against the back of his knees, he let go. Grizzly pushed him down, and began to undress him. Robin helped him. He didn't even warn the man to be careful with his designer clothes. Grizzly thew everything on the floor, and the expensive shoes into a corner. His own clothes followed, until they were both only wearing their underwear. Robin propped up his elbows to take a look at Grizzly's arousal. The black jock stood out like a tent.

“Fat and uncut,” nodded Grizzly, when he saw where Robin was looking at. “You'll like it.” His large hands grabbed the silk shorts, and slowly worked them down. “Aww... Look at that,” he grinned. “Smooth, groomed and cut. Sparky likes to shave, eh?”

“Uh-huh,” managed Robin, unsure if the man had mocked him or not. “Show me yours...”

“Heh. You'll get to see me, Sparky. You'll see a lot of me. In a minute.” Grizzly carelessly dropped the shorts, and leaned down. His tongue slid from the tip to Robin's balls, and he smacked. “So sweet... Mm...”

Robin gasped surprised as the man took him deep into his throat. His hands shot to the head, moving it even deeper down, pushing his hips up to increase the friction. “Grizzly!” The unshaven skin tickled his balls, sending delicious vibes through his groin. He cursed softly, leaning his head back, and relaxed. “Oh yes...”

Grizzly took his time. He sucked Robin's cock with taste and studious attention, while his hands slowly roamed over the smooth thighs. Finally, he drew back, letting go with the sound of a plop. “Now you can see me,” he said pleased, straightening up. He pulled the jockstrap down, showing his erection.

Robin had difficulty focusing. Feeling hot, he looked at the fat cock, seeing the clear drop at the tip. The head was half hidden behind the skin, as if it was fighting to burst free. Scrambling up, he sat on his knees, and took Grizzly's hips between his hands to pull him close. He kissed the tip, tasting the precome, and put his lips around the head. Pushing down, he forced the skin back, revealing the head. Then he sucked him, slowly, moaning deeply. The man smelled of musk and honest sweat. His cock jerked up. He had no idea men could smell so good...

Grizzly sighed contentedly. He caressed Robin's head and shoulders, looking down on him with a smile. “Nice,” he said with another sigh. “Let me lay down. Lie on top of me. I want to taste you more.”

Robin drew back and obeyed, lying atop of the large man with his knees at the side of the head. He took him back in his mouth, smelling him as he breathed through his nose, and loving it. He had to be careful with his teeth as he felt the man's actions behind him. Grizzly pulled his cheeks apart, and slid his tongue slowly along his notch. Robin was smooth and clean everywhere. But he never got rimmed, before.

The man obviously loved it. He growled and smacked as he grazed the puckered muscle, licking him with slow movements. The ass was wet and relaxed as he pushed his tongue inside. Robin had to stop sucking as the new sensations overwhelmed him. Burying his face against the hairy, sweaty testicles, he moved his hips back and forth, fucking the wet muscle in his ass.

“Yamm,” commented Grizzly, slapping Robin's butt cheeks. “Deliciously sweet, everywhere.” He kept Robin in place as he reached to the bedside cabinet, opening a drawer. He dropped the lube and a few condoms on the mattress. “Dress me up, Sparky.”

Robin yelped when Grizzly pushed a lubed finger in his rectum, and couldn't move for a moment. When the second digit entered him, he quickly grabbed a condom, ripping the package with his teeth. “Lube me well,” he said with a gasp. “Oh damn...” He rolled the rubber down the hard shaft, and lubed it. His hand slid up and down, in pace with his hips, until Grizzly pushed him off him.

“Spread 'em, Sparky,” grinned the bear. He took his place between the legs, pushing his cock down. “Ready?”

“Yes! Yes, I'm ready...” He'd never been more ready, ever. Grizzly pushed his legs higher up, and put his cock in position. With a slow roll of his hips, he slid inside. Robin squeezed his eyes firmly shut, arching his back, groaning as the hot friction shot through his ass. “Careful!”

“Hush,” soothed Grizzly. He leaned down to kiss him. “Sparky can handle a little pain... eh? Is good. Mm...” With another slow push, he slid inside a little further. “So good,” he repeated with a delighted shiver, kissing him again.

Robin had to agree. It was good. More than good, and he moaned to encourage the bear to fuck him. He wrapped his arms around the man's neck, feeling the sweat, and groaned deeper.

“Look at you,” grinned Grizzly, drawing back slowly. He pushed inside, a little harder this time. “Sparky gets all flushing. Nice, eh?” He grunted when the final boundary gave in. His balls hit the notch, and he held still. “Daddy is home...”

Daddy? Robin didn't know if he liked that idea, but he couldn't be bothered. He breathed deeply and unevenly, feeling his ass stretched to the max. “Fuck me... Fuck me, daddy...” He cursed when the man instantly obeyed. It sounded delighted. “Yes!”

With a roar, Grizzly pushed his torso up and hips down, slamming inside. He laughed when Robin cried out, and continued the pace for a bit longer. “Masturbate,” he growled. “Jerk yourself! Come for me, Sparky, come for Daddy!”

“Shit, Grizz!” Robin curled his hand around his throbbing arousal, trembling slightly as he began to jerk off. More cries escaped him. Apparently Grizzly got encouraged by the sounds, as he fucked him even harder now. Like a tireless machine, he slammed his hips down, his testicles slapping against the cheeks until they pulled back. Suddenly, Robin felt all the heat rush to his loins. He screamed; a desperate cry of agony and delight, and came with thick, fat squirts.

“Ah yes, Sparky...” Grizzly slowed down, burying deeply inside. “Nice milking... Mm...” He only rolled his hips now, making pleased sounds, eyes closed and smiling. He only shivered when he came, pulling his face in a delighted expression, letting his release pump out slowly. Finally, he fell down, slipping his arms firmly around Robin's slender frame. “Now that was good,” he mumbled.

“Yeah.” Robin had to breath left to say more. He sighed as he held the man tight, and kissed his shoulder. Grizzly tasted salty. He happily licked the man's skin, and relaxed. “Wow.”

“You're less sparky now,” grinned Grizzly. He rolled off him, and pulled the filled rubber off his limp cock. “Shower is over there. Make yourself at home.”

“In a minute.” Robin didn't want to leave just yet. He felt remarkably relaxed, and rolled against the bear to give him a hug.

Grizzly seemed to be surprised. He didn't answer the pressure immediately, looking at Robin's face. Only after a moment he smiled, and pulled him between his arms. “Sweet Sparky.”