John, still confused about what he did, walks out of the restroom and just heads home. Thinking about what the bear said to him, John realized that he could still taste remnants of the bear's spunk. It was like the flavor lingered in his mouth, all over his tongue and slowly still making it's way down to his stomach from how thick and creamy his spunk was.
Once at home, John opened the door to his home and walked into his living room, plopping down on the sofa like a bag of bricks. His mind was still racing with thoughts, thoughts he didn't think he should even be having at that moment. He still thought about how huge and thick that bear's cock was, not to mention his incredible spunk. It was thick and dare he thought... tasty. John shook his head, layed down on the sofa and tried to get some sleep.
While he slept, all he dreamt of was large and thick cocks surrounding him, John sucking on one or even two at a time, wanting them all to cum in his mouth and give him more of that thick, sweet nectar for him to swallow. Each man announcing he was going to climax, John putting his lips around each fat cockhead and swallowing every creamy drop, one by one till all eleven men around him were satisfied.
Waking up, John sat straight up on his couch, panting and realized he jizzed in his own hand while sleeping. The pool of cum looked so inviting, so tasty, but he didn't know if he would want it... especially since he was questioning his identity after his encounter. John brought his cum filled hand to his face, looking at the thick white fluid and thought for a second. Not wanting to wait for it to thin out, he opened his mouth and poured the cum all over his tongue. Unexpectedly, he loved the taste, enjoying the sweet and slightly bitter taste on his tongue, sliding down his throat to accompany the bear's cum. Not wanting to waste the fluid, John licked his hand clean, catching every morsel.
John knew he wanted more, more straight from the tap and couldn't wait to go back tonight for another helping of cock and cum. Although, John had eight hours before the bowling alley would be open for the same game he played last night, but he knew it would be well worth the wait.