Make out with Steve the bear.

When you start to respond to the bear, kissing him and sucking his tongue into your mouth, the older man rumbles low in his chest. He wraps both arms around you and tugs you into him while he aggressively kisses you. Your hands go to his burly chest, which is hard through his shirt. He's so masculine! His beard rubs at your chin, and you get a light whiff of his smell - the tang of a big man. You can taste his salty sweat on his lips. After a good while of swapping spit, the bear's hands take your face and pull you back a bit. You look at him, breathing heavily, your dick hard in your pants.

"Boy, I think it's time you let this bear take you into that back room." He leans forward, smiling at you. "Fuck you good and proper."

Your whole body reacts, and you swallow.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, boy? You'd like to get fucked by this bear?" The big man moves your right hand from his chest and pushes it against his crotch again. He's rock hard in his jeans. "You'd like to taste this bear meat, wouldn't you?"

All the while, the man looks directly at you, his neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper beard twisted in a half-smile.