Amil was a dear young man that I met while touring Poland’s religious and historical sites with a clergy friend about 10 years ago. At the time, Amil was an undergraduate student at a Protestant Theological College in Warsaw, was VERY interested in Americans, and, most especially, big American Bears. He had told one of my Polish clergy friends, whom he had known for several years, that he had been noticing my posts on social media, saw that I was making a trip to Poland, and wanted to meet me. My friend (let’s call him Jay) told me about Amil; most especially, he told me that Amil was very cute, very twinky, very young, and very interested in having sex with me. And, so, when I got to Warsaw and checked into a Hotel, Jay and I when over to Amil’s apartment (about 2 blocks from the Hotel I was staying in). Amil’s English was a bit rough, but that didn’t really matter; Jay made sure that we would both be ok, made sure I knew how to find my way back to my hotel, made arrangements to meet me the next morning for breakfast and a day-long tour of Warsaw, and then he left.
At first it was a little awkward. Amil and I chatted as best we could. He could speak a little Russian as well as English, and so between the two languages, plus my minimal understanding of Polish, we managed to make ourselves understood with growing ease. Within about 10 minutes of Jay leaving, and after we had chatted a bit about where he was from, his family, his interests, and my travels thus far in Poland, he suddenly leaned over and kissed me; I kissed him back, and then we really started to relax. I took some pictures of him (fully clothed), mostly sprawling on the floor of his apartment; while I wanted shots of him naked, I didn’t know how to ask that without things getting “weird.” After about an hour of interaction, we began making out very heavily and quickly transitioned to his bedroom where I took his clothes off and explored his exceptional body.
Let me describe him. Amil is about 5’9”, has a thin frame and a very skinny body; he has long, slender arms and legs, a slight but firm amount of muscle, a narrow waist, a flat stomach, a nice chest with a pleasing hint of definition, a long thin cock (about 6 inches) that is uncut but doesn’t have sloppy foreskin, small balls that cling close to his taint, and a scant amount of body hair (although he admitted to me that he shaves off what little he has). His face is very kind, he has a nice smile, a sharp jawline, a thin nose, and he had a very scratchy bit of facial hair. The hair on his head is almost black, he has eyebrows that are dense but kept plucked, and his skin is very pale. At the time he was 21 years old (I checked his ID).
After I had his clothing off, but while I was still dressed, I asked him to pose for me, which he did. I was already excited, but this caused me to become very horny indeed. After several minutes of him showing me his body, he demanded that I stand up so that he could take off my clothes. When he got my shirt and undershirt off, he started to tremble with excitement as he ran his fingers through the fur on my chest and then up my back. He whimpered a little bit, kissed my chest, rubbed his face against it, and then backed away to say: “You are very sexy.” At that time I was in my late 50s, 6’1” tall and I weighed about 240 pounds; I wasn’t in the best shape of my life, but I knew I still looked good with a thick, football player’s build, broad shoulders, strong arms, a bulky chest, abs that weren’t cut and didn’t really show but also weren’t fat, and with prominent cum gutters than ran down either side from my hips to my crotch, nicely framing my lower abdomen. I had a mustache and beard, my hair had gone almost mostly grey but was still thick. And, yes, as a bear I’m very hairy all over. I know my body appeals to some guys, and even more importantly I know how to make men feel really good while also pleasing myself. In that moment, Amil was clearly very turned on by what he was seeing of my torso, and he wanted to discover more. He knelt down in front of me, unbuckled my belt, unclasped my slacks, and let them fall to my feet, leaving me standing there in a pair of square-cut briefs. He reached up and slowly pulled those down, causing my 7.5 inch long, 6 inch in circumference cock to spring out, hard and already flowing with pre-cum. Amil gasped, exclaimed in Russian “you’re gigantic!” and then looked up at me with his deep eyes and asked “suck?”
I smiled down at him, leaned over, took him by the armpits, and lifted him to his feet. I then took his small body into my arms, feeling my hard dick press against his tiny tummy as he settled into my embrace. I held him tight for a minute, kissing his lips, cheeks, and neck, before picking him up and placing him on his bed. I then climbed on top of him, lowered my weight partly onto him, and began licking his body all over. I lingered for a while on his clavicle, his chest, his nipples, and the sides of his torso (where his ribs showed prominently), before licking my way down his descending abdominal vacuous to his belly button, which I slathered with spit and probed with my tongue. All the while I was doing this, he was squirming, moaning, giggling, and holding on to me. At one point he muttered in Polish something which sounded like “I can’t believe this is happening.” I paused – just before taking his cock into my mouth, looked up at him and said in Russian: “This is happening; do you want me to continue?” He nodded, begging me to do so, and so I did. I sucked his cock into my mouth, worked down to its base, then up to his head, which had popped out of his foreskin as his dick grew very hard and throbbed with excitement. I was afraid he would cum too quickly, so I lifted his hips up and positioned his feet on either side of his head, exposing his ass. I pried his small, flat cheeks apart and began slathering his crack and hole with spit. He was moaning in ecstasy, wiggling his butt, and his hands were holding onto the sides of my head as my tongue probed deeply into his ass hole. Wow, he smelled good: clean, smooth, and sweet. I was so excited, my cock was throbbing and flowing with precum, so I reached down, took some, and began to slick up his hole with it. Suddenly, Amil handed me a bottle of lube, which I used to further prepare his tiny butt. I then lowered him until my cock rested against his balls. His penis was hard, leaking precum, with its head nestled against his belly button. I looked him in the eyes and asked: “are you sure you want this?” “Yes, please, very much” was what he got out in English.
With a great deal of care, I positioned my cock against his sphincter. Amil, for his part, put his feet down on the bed on either side of my knees and rested his hips on a couple of pillows that he had pulled over and piled up there … this held his hips up to a perfect level so that I would have an easier time of entering him while kneeling upright on his hard bed. I looked down and was amazed at how enormous my cock looked pressed against Amil’s tiny opening. My heart must have skipped a beat or two while I watched as the head of my dick slowly penetrated through Amil’s sphincter. I couldn’t believe how amazing he felt – tight, hot, and absolutely perfect. His hole clamped down hard on my cock at its thickest point, so I had to wait while he relaxed. Then, with the weight of his body pressing down on my cock, his hole suddenly spasmed, causing his sphincter to open just enough and I watched with my heart full of lust as the entire length of my thick, blood-engorged, vein-bulging, deeply purple shaft penetrated all the way into his ass and bottomed out against the back of his shallow rectum. Yes! With very little effort I was buried deep into this amazing boy’s butt, and looking up at his face I could tell that he was experiencing that exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure that I know has no parallel. It was amazing.
I slowly began to fuck Amil, pulling back until my glistening shaft was almost all the way out and only my bloated cockhead remained gripped by his sphincter. I then watched as I buried my cock in him again and again. Even though I was striking the back of his rectum, I didn’t pause to try and press any deeper. This was too good, and I didn’t want to hurt this boy any at this point. Maybe later. Meanwhile, I allowed my hands to roam all over his smooth, tender body, running them up his sides, down his front, all over his slender legs, and back to his cock, which I gripped onto like a handle as I slowly fucked his ass. The expressions on Amil’s face were glorious: several parts lust and desire, several parts ecstasy and fulfillment. His eyes gazed up at me, exploring my upper body, while his arms splayed back above his head and he gave himself entirely to me. I fucked Amil in this position for a long time; I was so comfortable that it took very little effort to keep going, and he was obviously enjoying it. At one point I ran a hand to his lower abdominal vacuous and pressed down right above where his bladder should be. Sure enough, he was so small that each time I penetrated deeply inwards and angled it upwards, I could feel that incredible lump that was my dick way up inside him. My cock was raging hard, and I could feel the pressure building behind it as I was riding my way toward a too-quick orgasm. I slowed down for a bit, pressing deeply into him and upwards, holding still for a moment with the head of my cock pressed as far up in him as I could go. At one point I had him give me his hand and I placed it where he could feel that lump of my cock inside him. I told him that he was feeling me there, and he got a look of total amazement on his face which almost immediately translated to excitement as he pressed down hard on his lower tummy and I pressed deeply in and upward. Yes … I could feel the extra resistance, and that nearly sent me over the top.
To keep from cumming right then, I pulled all the way out, removed a pillow, turned Amil onto his right side, and straddled one of his legs while lifting the other leg up and over my shoulder; I then slid my cock back in, encountering almost no resistance until its head made contact with the back of his rectum. This position must have shorted the depth of his rectum even more, and so I decided that now was the time to see if I could make it through to his sigmoid colon. I pressed my cock into the little pucker that was his rectosigmoid junction and held it there, bouncing in and out a tiny bit and applying more and more pressure each time I pressed in. Amil moaned, suddenly, and turned his head to gaze up at me as he opened his mouth and gasped. At that exact moment, I felt a “pop” against the head of my cock and I surged forward into the tightest, hottest, most amazing grip ever … and then through. I was in, and so I began fucking him deeply, barely pulling back before plunging in as deep as I could go. This angle was perfect, and the feel of his ass as it completely gripped my cock from my base to the tip of my head, almost sent me over the top. I paused to relish this feeling and the ecstasy on Amil’s face as I penetrated him so deeply; I scanned down his sexy body and noticed that the pre-cum oozing out of his cock had gone from a dribble to a steady flood. Indeed, each time I buried myself deeply into his colon, his pre-cum would spurt out onto the bed. The view was amazing, and I reached down and caressed his back and his front at the same time, running my hands up and down him while telling him how beautiful he was. He moaned out in lustful tones of Polish words that I didn’t understand, while looking up at me with eyes that kept rolling up into his head. Yes, he was right there … on the edge … I could see it in his body and in his cock, and I could feel it in his ass as the walls of his rectum were gripping the full length of my cock even more tightly now than before. I knew that it wouldn’t take me long to blow, so I held him tightly and continued to fuck him deeply, first with short steady strokes, then with longer ones that pulled nearly all the way out and then surged all the way in. This went on for several more minutes of pure ecstasy, during which I could feel myself becoming one with this incredible young man. For his own part, Amil lay there and looked up at me, and mouthed in Polish that he loved me, again and again. Then, hust before I felt that proverbial freight train go roaring down my back, I pulled back a bit, looked down, and watched as the part of my cock now outside Amil’s hole swelled perceptibly; I then felt that rush – the bursting sense of cum roaring up my cock – and I rammed myself back home and into his colon as I nutted deep within him. As I blew, I shifted my gaze to Amil’s cock, which was stretched out and longer that I could have imagined it to be, pressed against the bed. Just then, as I unloaded deep inside him, Amil groaned a guttural cry from deep inside his chest as he cut loose with a massive wad all across the bed in front of him. It was amazing.
After the orgasm subsided, I collapsed on the bed behind him, put my arms around him, and pulled him in close so that I could keep my cock in his ass. We both were still breathing heavily, and it felt so damned good to be so close to this gorgeous boy who had given himself so freely to me. We lay like that, quietly resting for perhaps a half hour, while the pounding in my head subsided and my cock softened and slowly withdrew from his ass. After a time, Amil wiggled himself around while still in my arms to face me. He pressed himself to me, buried his face in my chest, and began to cry. I caressed his smooth back, asked him what was wrong, and he pulled his face away to look up at me “Nothing,” he said in Russian, “I’m very happy.” We then kissed, slowly and passionately, and that continued for a long time … Amil becoming more and more aggressive with his kisses and his caressing me.
My cock began to rise a second time from Amil’s passionate attentions, and I could feel his own dick pressing hard against my leg while he made love to me. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me, but he shook his head, said “never” and then reached for the bottle of lube we had used earlier. He applied some to my cock, some to his own growing dick, and some to his ass; then, he got up and swung a leg over my waist, straddling me, then looked down at me and asked “again?” to which I replied with a lusty “tak.” Amil lifted himself up, reached behind himself to take ahold of my now throbbing dick, and swiftly impaled himself all the way to my balls. His insides were very warm and very wet from the load of cum I’d dumped into him before (much of which was still there) and he rode me like a real pro for a very long time. He had his hands on my chest, caressing me, as he ground his ass down on me again and again; he was taking me deeply and roughly with sharp, steady thrusts, that felt amazing and were quickly doing the trick of taking me up the hill toward a second orgasm. Yes, even at my age, that is still possible ... and especially so with a sexy young man like Amil! As he did this, with his hands still on my chest, he leaned over to keep his balance as he road me; I reached up, began caressing his body, and enjoyed the feel and look of him as I felt myself reach the very edge of cumming. I didn’t slow him down, or stop him; I let him take me over the top, just like this, and as I came he gasped with surprise, propped himself up, sat down all the way while my cock continued to spasm, tugged on his own dick twice, and then exploded with a second volley of jizz, this time spraying across my chest. It was wonderful.
After this we got up and both used the toilet and cleaned off. When I came out of the bath and was putting on underwear, I noticed that he had gone into his apartment’s kitchenette and was starting to cook some eggs and bacon. The smells were wonderful, and I went in to thank him; there he stood, naked except for an apron, being domestic, and for a moment I thought about what it would be like to marry this boy and spend the rest of my life with him. The sex had been amazing, and the attraction very mutual. He was a theological student, so ministry was his interest, and his denomination shared many doctrinal and spiritual ties with mine. I stepped up behind him, caressed his ass, and thanked him for cooking. He mentioned something that sounded like it was early for breakfast, but it’s what he was hungry for, and I told him I agreed. I looked for a clock and noticed that it was, indeed, almost 3 am. We had been together for quite a few hours, and I hadn’t noticed it.
We ate in his tiny living room and stumbled our way through some conversation about what we had done together. He clearly loved it, and said he wanted much more. I agreed. After we finished eating, we went back to the bed and cuddled together until the early morning twilight began breaking through the curtains just before 5 am. Reluctantly, we got up, got dressed, and he walked me the couple of blocks over to the hotel, and we said: “good night.”
That day I was tired but in an incredibly good mood as Jay toured me around Warsaw. We saw government buildings, historical monuments commemorating the Second World War, and also took in a 2-hour walking tour of the Warsaw Ghetto and Jewish Holocaust Memorial Center. In the late afternoon we paid a visit to the Roman Catholic Archdiocese and we met with a friend of mine from years back. At lunch, Jay shared that Amil had phoned him that morning to tell him that he wanted to see me again that evening. He also said that Amil had shared with him that I had been “amazing” with him and that he was very happy. Jay said that he was happy for him and for me, but admitted to me that he was also more than just a little bit jealous of me … that he agreed, Amil was quite a catch. Never in our conversation did the question of our age separation come up, which surprised me. We made arrangements for Amil to come to the hotel that evening to see me and to have dinner with me and Jay; the next evening I would be flying back to the USA, but at least I would be having another night with Amil.
We had dinner in the hotel restaurant, which was fantastic. All throughout dinner Amil kept inching closer to me (we were already sitting side my side, across from Jay) and, at one point Jay said that he was “intruding” on us and should be leaving. Amil and I protested, but Jay had finished eating already so, after a few more minutes spent finalizing transport plans for the next day, he left. I paid for our dinners and then Amil and I went up to my hotel room.
Alone again, we made out for a very long time. This time we turned the lights down (the prior night we’d kept them on to see each other) and cuddled on the suite’s couch as we listened to music and kissed and gently touched each other. After an hour or so, we transferred to the bedroom, where I slowly pealed his clothing off, took off my own, and laid him down on the bed under me. That night we made love passionately and much more slowly than the night before. I came a couple of time, but Amil blew his load (I counted) 4 times! He couldn’t get enough of my cock, both riding me and having me plow into him from behind, above, and missionary style. Our lovemaking lasted all night; I figured that I could sleep on the flight home (and I did).
Over breakfast, delivered by room service, we talked about finding ways to see each other again. I was in the midst of planning another trip to Poland for the next year, but that was contingent on denominational funding. We also talked about the possibility of me flying Amil to the USA to spend a month, or so, with me. We made sure that we both had each other’s contact information, and of course we would always be able to make contact through Jay.
Departing was difficult. I held him at my hotel room door for at least 15 minutes and he sobbed against my chest. I cuddled him, spoke gently into his ear, and told him that I felt the same way. Eventually, he departed, and I sat down and stared off into nothingness for at least an hour before having to finish my packing and be down in the lobby by noon for Jay to take me to the airport for my evening flight to the US.
Looking back on all this from today, I’m struck by how quickly and strongly I was drawn to Amil. He was beautiful, and tender-hearted, and very passionate in bed. We also had some common interests when it came to theological studies and ministry, and I’m sure we would have grown closer together over time had we decided to make a relationship. However, in the end we were never able to make another encounter happen: I didn’t get to make that projected trip to Poland the following year, and while we tried to plan a trip for Amil to visit me in the States, scheduling it around his schooling and then his ordination and first church assignment turned out to be pretty much impossible.
I last talked to Amil via Facebook Messenger a few months ago. He’s seeing a large bear of a man who is a Lutheran Pastor not too far from his own church. He told me that the guy cares for him, fucks him fine, and makes him feel loved and protected. But his memory of me will always be special. And, I must say, the same is true for me … Amil will always have a small corner of my heart.
