A burly delivery man from my day job came to mind and I focused on how his shorts hugged his generous ass, thighs, and crotch. Then I thought about the broad width of his shoulders and the thick, dark beard he wore like a statement. The whiskers of his beard would feel good rubbed against my anus, interspersed with some generous licking and drilling from his tongue. I imagined him standing before me, still in his delivery uniform, his stout cock leaking a clear drop of pre-cum before he pushed inside. My cum splattered across my hairy belly and chest, and I lay panting for a few moments as I caught my breath and considered my quick reaction to the burly bear of a delivery man. I’d had perfect pretty-boy men, but I’d never been with a bear. And yet, now that I thought about it, the bigger, more masculine men at the bar always caught my eye. Why hadn’t I just acknowledged this attraction and saved myself a hell of a lot of bad dates?Now that I was splashed with cum, I decided the shower couldn’t wait, so I cleaned up, brushed my teeth, switched on my small oscillating fan, and fell back into bed. I was asleep in minutes, dreaming of a big man, his face hidden in shadows and his grip strong as he held my legs up and fucked me long and hard.