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My first sensation the next morning was a couple of
fingers playing lazy with my asshole. I felt the bed rock-
ing as Grizzly was stroking his morning boner. Mmmm.
I drifted back to sleep suddenly to be jolted wide awake
as Grizzly rammed every millimeter of his fat cock up
my sleepy asshole and started fucking me fast and hard.
“What the fuck!”
“Pearl Harbor, Baby.”
“Huh?”
“Early morning surprise attack!”
“Get off!”
“I intend to.”
“Umphh!”
“You said you liked it rough. True or not?”
“Oh, shit!”
“Me and my rubber up your butt.”
From behind, Grizzly’s hands rocked my shoulders
in sync with the powerful thrusts from his thick logger’s
legs ramming his fuckrod up my asshole. Had he lubed
both of us up? My ass was relaxed in sleep when he first
shoved his cock in. His powerful arms held me in place. My
body rocked the way he wanted. His superior strength had
been amply demonstrated by the earlier wrestling match.
Ambivalent. Mixed emotions. I didn’t like being at-
tacked, but I really didn’t want to escape his woodsy
domesticity. His thumping prick started to feel really
good up my butt, and my body fit Grizzly’s very well in
this position. Even better as his hands slid down my
arms to pin my wrists to the bed, I could feel his sweaty,
hairy chest rubbing up and down my back with each fast,
powerful thrust.
He breathed heavily in my ear as he licked the back of
my neck and nibbled my ears and the edges of my beard.
In passion, he growled, “Damn, I wanna see what I’m
fuckin’! Gimme some face!”

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