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🕑 Added 2024-07-14 04:54:24 +0000 UTC "Breaker, Breaker, Bear" Chapter 2 - Grizzly and the Good Pup, Part 1 Chapter 1: https://onlyfans.com/1109972965/thegrizzlyden In the shadow of the Sante Fe and Black mountains is a great green valley that winds through the rocky peaks and swoops down into the city of Denver. Just past the western limits of the urban cityscape on US70 sits a truckstop on the way towards the Clear Creek Canyon Park. It is not one preferred by truckers unless they are making drops in the city, most long haulers would sooner drive though to a more remote location to overnight. Yet on one particular balmy July night a brown Mack Super Liner pulls a white 53' trailer into the lot. Grizzly has long known this stop offers other amenities, chiefly being within Grindr distance of Denver's numerous colleges and universities. Parking his rig and idling his engine, he sits back in his driver's seat and undoes his seatbelt, letting out a sigh of relief. His belly extends outward as he exhales, reaching for his phone from the holder by his armrest, he takes his phone and opens the Grindr app quickly, then sets the phone down. He looks out of his windshield and surveys the parking lot, checking out the other rigs and drivers as he picks up a bottle of water and takes a sip. Drops of water leak out the corners of his mouth and down the whiskers of his unkempt beard. With his left hand he presses the button that lowers his window and takes in a breath of the fresh mountain air blowing in from the Rockies. Taking in the moment to relax he looks down at his phone and squeezes it into his front-right jeans pocket, before opening the cab door and descending down to the ground. After shutting the door and locking the cab he slowly makes his way over to the truck stop, content to grab a meal and check his messages later, sure that in time some action would slide into his DMs. While only about eight the sun had already set behind the mountain horizon and the cool night breeze made the evening pleasant. He took short steps between the rows of trailers, dressed in his staple blue jeans, suspenders, and t-shirt. In the winters and colder climates he wore flannel, but these days the summers had gotten too warm for that. Even jeans were becoming sweaty and restrictive during the long shirts stuck in his cab on the highways. He pushes the door to the diner open, lamenting that most summer nights weren't like this one anymore. The diner he stood in was an old fashioned postage stamp with two rows of booths and a center bar across from the kitchen pass. He took a seat at one of the green pleather stools and set his elbows atop the linoleum countertop, picking up one of the laminated beige menus from the napkin holder. From the depths of his pocket he felt the telltale vibration of his phone's notification go off. He cracks a smile as the bubbly server approaches him. "Want something to drink sweetheart?" "Iced tea, please." "Sweet or unsweet?" "Half n' half." "Comin' right up!" He glances over the menu. Deep fried mushrooms. Angus ribeye. Flo's chicken. His phone vibrates again. 'I've got one on the hook,' he thinks to himself, flipping the menu over. The server returns with a plastic cup filled with iced tea and a small wedge of lemon. "Half sweet iced tea," she says, placing the glass in front of him. "Did you decide what you want?" "Yeah," he says, putting the menu back in the napkin holder, "I'll have the double cheeseburger." "How would you like that cooked?" "Medium-well." "Fries and slaw okay?" "Fine with me," he smiles politely, clasping his hands in front of his chest. "All right, thank you sweetie. I'll put that in for you..." As the waitress walks away Grizzly takes his phone out of his pocket and checks his notifications. He sees the goldenrod venetian mask icon and taps--"Pup Sparky". Discreetly tucking the phone in front of his chest he scrolls over the pup's profile. There is a photo of a tall, lean pup wearing a black neoprene hood with blue accents and matching jockstrap. The profile is scant on details "27, MSci, good boy." Grizzly checks the received message, a little pup emote on a leash. Rolling his eyes he takes a sip of his iced tea and replies, "how's it going?" About an hour later Grizzly emerges from the diner, the waning crescent moon greeting him from above the peak of the Santa Fe mountain. He stretches his upper back by reaching his arms up and behind his back, yawning before shrugging his shoulders and regaining his posture. He steps out into the parking lot and begins walking back down the rows of trailers towards his rig. As he walks he feels the muscles in his lower back relax. The lumbar vertebrae pop in unison as his spine adjusts itself. Years of spending the whole day sitting prone in a bucket seat, driving the highways combined with his broad shoulders and round belly gave him a weak back. He catches himself waddling and straightens out his gait, pointing his toes inward as he continues across the blacktop. He fishes his phone from his pocket and checks his messages, there's a reply from the pup. "On my way, 20 minutes." Sent 5 minutes ago. The trucker smiles and opens the app again, opening the nudes the pup sent while he was eating his dinner. Now free from the public atmosphere he greedily ate the pup butt up with his eyes. The long haunches, thick thighs, firm shoulders. The six-foot small nipple pupper didn't show his face, always posing in his hood. From their chat Grizzly guessed that he was probably shy, preferring short obedient responses, almost as if they were roleplaying the whole time. The bear smiled and thought to himself that man's obedient best friend was just what ne needed tonight. Approaching his cab he unlocked the driver's door and opened it, hauling his ass up using the footplate and into the cab compartment. Turning his body slowly and shutting the door behind him he sat back down in his throne, leaning back, belly slightly rounder for the meal. Tonight was sure to be a good night indeed, he thought to himself as he once again fished his phone out of his front pocket and placed it in the cradle by his armrest. Earlier he had told the pup to rendezvous with him outside of the diner. Having returned to his cab only to freshen up. Now that darkness had fallen the the temperature dropped he sheds his sweaty t-shirt that he'd been wearing since the Iowa state line and put on a light green long sleeve flannel shirt that was folded under the driver's seat. He tucks the shirt into his pants and shimmies around in his seat, re-fastening his suspenders and buttoning the collar. he leans over to the glovebox and pulls out a bottle of Kiehl's Musk cologne, spraying it on each wrist and behind his neck quickly. He puts the spray back in the box and retrieves a boar bristle brush, taking it to his bread and rubbing it through the help straighten it out. He closes the door to the box and examines his face in the rear-view mirror, looking passed the beginnings of wrinkles and crows feet to the shape his cheek lines and eyebrows. Cleaning them up he looks himself in the eyes. He looks at his irises and sees the same signature blue grey he's seen the day before, looking past that he stares into his pupils and takes a deep breath to compose himself. He exhales out through his nose and inhales through his mouth, then exhales through his mouth and nods, putting the brush in an open cup holder. The question struck him--how was he going to recognize the pup? Would he be wearing his hood or not--? They hadn't gone over that. Grizzly reaches for his phone, touching the edge for a moment before sinking back into his chair. 'No matter,' he thinks to himself, 'it'll work out.' Leaning back in his chair he takes in another breath and closes his eyes for a moment. He clears his thoughts, trying to release himself from the anticipation of the moment to come. He feels for his center, the warmth in the darkness, letting it draw him in nearer as his breathing slows. The phone buzzes. Opening his eyes, he leans forward and taps the screen. "Just got here." Scooping his phone up and putting it back in his pocket he opens the cab door and begins to dismount his ride once more. 'Worst case scenario,' he thinks to himself, 'I'll just have to ask.' When Grizzly gets back to the entry to the diner he sees a tall man in his mid-20s with short brown hair standing on the sidewalk in front of the handicapped parking space by the diner door. This is unmistakably his pup, he thinks to himself as the younger male comes into view. He's wearing dark blue jeans, gym shoes, a t-shirt, a black leather bomber jacket, and carrying a small drawstring bag with his gear. His brown hair is slicked back with gel, as if he's about to put on a helmet, though his clean-shaven looks would look just as good in a white-collar boardroom explaining some complicated science wizardry. His jawline was pronounced, quite masculine, and his features were generally bold in appearance. He stood out from the crowd of older rougher truckers, holding his bag in his left hand while texting on his phone. The bear walks up slowly, approaching from the pup's right side. he catches the pup's glance and they make eye contact, both smiling. "Are you Sparky?" Grizzly asks. "Yes," the pup smiles, blushing. "You must be 'Grizzly'." "Guilty as charged--" the older man chortles and moves a step closer, "wanna follow me?" "Sure do..." Sparky says, his voice trailing off. Grizzly smirks and turns slowly back the way he came, leading the tall slender pup down the row of trailers. Like a german shepard on a leash Sparky dutifully follows about a yard behind, keeping pace with the older bear as they pass the rigs with their big loads of supplies bound in and out of the city. "Do you come to Denver often?" "Once in awhile, sometimes a couple times a year, sometimes a couple years between. I like being an independent hauler." "I see, so you call over the country?" "Yep, coast-to-coast, from the Gulf to the Great Lakes." Grizzly turns back and smiles, "Seeing hotties like you all across the lower forty-eight." "Aww," Sparky smiles, "well thank you Mister Bear." "Call me Grizzly, Mister Bear was my father!" Sparky smiles and rolls his eyes as the two approach the cab of the brown Mack Super Liner. "We're here," Grizzly says as he opens the driver's side cab door, climbing up and in. "Should I go around to the other side, or--" "No, no, come on up!" Grizzly turns around and heads into the rear sleeper compartment. Sparky puts his hand on the rail and lifts himself up and climbs into the driver's seat, ducking so as not to hit his head on entering. "Never been inside one of these before..." he says, taking his jacket off and setting it on the passenger seat. "What do you think?" says Grizzly as he takes his seat in the bunk, turning up the air conditioning using the console on the back wall. "Make sure you get the door." "Ohh, right!" Sparky turns around and pulls the door closed, then turns back, careful not to bump his head against the ceiling of the cab. "It's, um... tight space. But back here, not so bad I think..." Grizzly pats the seat next to him on the sleeper bunk,the pup turns around and sits, pushing his knees together and placing his hands on top of them with his drawstring bag hanging down between. "Is that your mask?" the bear asks. "Yes, should I put it on?" "Mm, sure, I was wondering if you were going to show up in it or not." "No," the pup chuckles as he opens the nylon bag, pulling out the neoprene mask. "I didn't know if you wanted me to wear it or not..." he sets the bag down on the floor. "What else have you got in there?" "Oh, just--stuff." Sparky blushes as he slips the mask on over his head and face, pulling it down behind his head and securing it tight. "Wruff--!" The bear smiles and pats Sparky on the head. "Good boy." "Wruff! Wruff!" Grizzly rubs Sparky's toned shoulders and nipples, pinching them through his tight t-shirt. "Such a hot pup," Grizzly growls and pats Sparky's shoulders and biceps, rubbing his arms while the pup murrs and wruffs in delight. The bear's big hands all over his body, exploring his arms and torso freely. Grizzly reaches down to the pup's waist and cups both sides of hi's abs. "Does Sparky like belly rubs?" "Bark! Bark!" "Good boy!" Grizzly lifts the grad student's shirt up and rubs his hand over their abs. Letting them flex in excitement beneath his fingers. Sparky wiggles and leans back, lifting his shirt up to his collarbone and wrapping it around his neck. The bear leans in and kisses his nipple. Sparky moans as his nipple is tongued, twisted in the bear's mouth he feels his cock expand and begin to bulge up in the groin of his jeans. "You like that, do you boy?" "Wrufff...." Sparky growls out lustfully, gently twisting his torso to expose his other nipple to Mister Bear. The trucker eagerly takes the offering into his mouth and suckles, taking the pupper's pec into his lips and sensually stimulating him. "Good boy," he praises, pushing him back gently after a moment, reaching down to retrieve Sparky's nylon bag. "I want to see what else pup comes with..." "Wruff!!" Grizzly slowly opens the bag and takes out a collar, smirking he says "Predictable." "Bark! Wurff..." The bear could have sworn he heard a disapproving snarl in there. Grizzly sets the collar down beside him and keeps going. "Lube, condoms, good boy..." "Wruff!" "And what do we have here..." the older trucker dug the last item out of the bag, a tail butt plug. "Ruff! Wruff!" Sparky begins to pant, "bork-bork!" Grizzly pats the pup between the ears. "Good boy," he says, "how about we get this off you now?" Lifting the shirt over the head and mask of the pup before reaching down and wrapping the collar around the boy's neck. He fasted the collar and nuzzled the pup through the mask. "Such a good boy..." The two moan and murr as they embrace each other and explore their bodies. Sparky's hands run over flannel shirt of the bear, going down to the waist and undoing the suspenders. He reaches up and begins to unbutton the shirt, taking them one-by-one. The bear's belt reveals itself as he parts the shirt, sending his pup paws in to explore the hairy fleshy body as Grizzly begins to grope his rump. "Mrrph..." Sparky groans. His dick throbs as he feels the bear's hands grab his butt. He feels Grizzly's hands undo the buckle to his belt and pull it through the loops and off, letting it fall to the floor of the cab before returning to undo the button to his jeans. The bear pulls his zipper down slowly, then Sparky leans forward to pull the flannel shirt off Grizzly's shoulders. His body fully exposed, the pup buries his muzzle in the chest, making his way for Grizzly's nipples. He took the bear's pec flesh into his muzzle, worshipping and gently squeezing it as the bear moans. "That's a good pup, Sparky. Good job." "Ruff!" Grizzly reached behind and rubbed Sparky's back from his shoulders to his ass and back again. Slowly the two of them began rubbing each other's backs, rubbing their fingers into their flesh. They moan and nuzzle each other for a few moments then Grizzly gently pushes Sparky back and pulls his zipper down over the sizable bulge between his thighs. The pup groans as the pouch of his jockstrap is revealed. He hears the bear growl as his jeans are pulled down to his knees. The two take a moment to take their respective shoes and pants off, before diving back into the act. "Mmm, good pup Sparky, I love pups in jockstraps." "Bork!" Sparky lays on his back and tucks his knees in his chest, curling into a compact position, his apparent bulge wagging above a hairy ass crack. Grizzly rubs his hands on the pup's cheeks and looks into his eyes. "You look so cute." "Wroof--" The bear pet the boy's sides, running his hands up and down, going under his armpits. Sparky shivers, letting the man explore his underarms and feel him up. He closes his eyes and lets himself melt into presence of the dominant bear. He visualizes the places on his body that Grizzly touches as the bear's hands explore his body piece by piece. From his armpits the bear's hands go down his sides, over his belly, abs, then he feels one hand on each side of his hips. His body sways gently as he one hand runsa up his side once more and into his mouth. He began to suckle on the bear's finger as he hears the sound of the lube being opened. His body shivers in anticipation as soon Grizzly's other hand begins rubbing lube onto the pup's hole. His eyes still closed, Sparkly moans as he feels the tip of one finger penetrate his rim, gently pushing inside to the first knuckle. The finger inside his mouth probes deeper, reminding him to suck. He closes his mouth obediently and whimpers. "Good boy, Sparky." Grizzly says, his finger probing deeper into the twenty-something's asshole. "Wruff--!" he looks into the bear's eyes. "You're pretty tight. Mmm, such a good pup bringing Mister Bear such a good hole." Sparky wiggles his butt and gently squeezes his ring on Grizzly's finger. "Such a good mutt," Grizzly smiles and pushes the tip of a second finger into Sparky's hole, stretching it out and causing the pup to moan. He taps the pup's tongue with his finger, reminding the boy to suckle and focus on the sensation. Coming down from the high Sparky whimpers and looks into Grizzly's eyes, wiggling his ass even more. "You like it, don't you Sparky?" "Wruff!" His fingers go deeper. "Mmm, don't you?" "Wruff!!" Deeper still. "Don't you?" "Wruffff--!!" Grizzly's fingers press all the way inside Sparky's pup hole. He feels the bear's fingertips press his prostate, giving his spot the stimulation it craves. The pup murrs and wiggles in delight, Grizzly steadies the boy with his hands. He presses down and holds his fingertips on Sparky's prostate while feeling the boy's hole flex and massage his fingers. Satisfied the pup was warmed up enough, he took his hand out of the pup's muzzle and reached down for the tail plug. Sparky stuck his tongue out and made a series of quick borking noises, wiggling his body around. Grizzly's eyes feast on his body, the muscles flexing as he reaches down and picks the plug up. Slowly he pulls his fingers from the pup's hole and genly replaces them with the plug, inserting it into Sparky's butt before it has time to close. "Wrrrufff--" Sparky moans, his toes curling as he relaxes his hole and takes his plug in. Once inside he wiggles his butt, showing off the cute little tail for his new master. "Bork!" "Good boy!" Grizzly pats the pup's ass cheeks and grows, rubbing his own bulge. "Sparky wanna play with a bone?" Eagerly the pup nods. "Bork! Bork!" To be continued... Note: Sorry again this took so long, as you can see part of the reason is this section is over 3,200 words long. It is the single longest piece I've written thus far. This chapter will probably be in two parts. Thank you again for your patience with my creative process. If you made it this far and enjoyed the piece, please hit that like button. It really means a lot to me that people enjoy these stories.
