Just had to take it
#1 of Grant the Rooster
The following story deals with sex between two male characters, if this offends you, or you are in an area where this material is considered illegal, you are warned to log off now.
"Goddamn you're heavy!" The glassdoors opened with a splitting creak as the silhouette of two people stood amongst the porch lights; a smaller figure grappling with the pressure of a much larger form. Grant Grainly the rooster dragged his passed out friend, Cole, a polar bear, into the hallway. The two had been to a party, and once again, the Bruin had way more than he could handle. "Geez fatass, least you could've done was crashin a wheelbarrow or something..." Grant groaned, finally squeezing the large frame of the bear into hthe living room. "Your room's too faraway, so I'm gonna just dump you here, okay?" He almost fell over, as he dropped Cole onto the shag carpet. Panting, he collapsed into the couch, all spread out, a layer of sweat affixing itself to his feathers. With shaking fingers he switched on the tv, the soft glow blanketing the darkened room. The cold night air chilled his sweaty body, and in a need to get cool, Grant stripped off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. He had a lithe body, strong, stocky, he was broad shoulderd in the sense that he was a ‘lazy-v' shape. One of the benefits of being an alpha male was the genetic inclination for a masculine body. Lazily he flipped through the channels, occasionally flipping his eyes on his best friend spread eagled on the floor, a passed out, happy expression plastered on his white mug. "Useless," he grunted. "Might as well stay there, fur ball." Soon, his glances became more and more frequent, sometimes losing himself just staring at him for minutes on end, attention to the tv long gone. You see, to Grant, Cole was more than his best friend, he was someone he had a crush on. He was a silly bear who liked to joke around, fun to hang around with and always saw things with a light hearted attitude. He shared the same views with Grant, even the same intelligence levels, but most of all, it was cause he was nice. But the bear was straight, so Grant just gave it up. However, in the quiet of the living room, without a soul anywhere nearby, he could take his chance. Cole wouldn't be the wiser, he's drunk and passed out! If he asked the rooster about it, then he'd deny it and say it was a dream! Gulping, Grant leaned down, getting in between Cole's thick thighs, he stared down at the chubby male in front of him. Big Belly rising up and down with every deep breath, the bear gave a little mumble, reverberating through his body. Leaning forward, Grant slipped his fingers into Cole's track pants, and pulled down, slowly seeing the stretchy fabric slide over the pristine white fur. Soon the alcohol dunked pants hung around his ankles, and Grant was greeted with a perfect sight; Cole's black briefs, contrasting his body, had an impressive tent, jutting upwards. With shaky resolve, Grant leaned forward to slip down his best friend's undergarments; hooking his fingertips behind the elastic, and giving a quick tug. Cole's maleness bobbed in the cool night air, throbbing with such intensity, as it glowed with the light from the TV. A single drop of pre clung to his slit, along the mushroom head, and soon the rooster felt wet between his own legs. It wasn't like he had never seen the bear naked before; they grew up together, but it was different when it was like this... Grant took a deep breath, this was the final frontier, if he did this, then things would never be the same again. However the burning itch in him threw all those thoughts away. He stood up, legs shaking as he slowly stripped himself of his jeans, letting them pool on the floor. A soft wind blew from the open door, lapping against his bare body, yet did nothing with the heat below him. His Cloaca burned with an intense need, filled to the brim with arousal, and wet with his pre. His heart beat in his chest as he straddled his best friend, the edges of his slit opening slightly. He laid his hands on the belly below him, balancing himself as he directed the pulsing tip of the bear's manhood against his opening. "uuunnnhhhh..."he groaned, as he felt the bulbous tip stretch him open, shaking he snaked the head into his warmth, shivering as for the first time in his life, he felt truly dirty. "Oh gods!" He gasped, the bear wasn't big, but it was like this cock was made for him! Shaking he forced more and more of the burning shaft into his wet hole, trying hard not to lose himself and shoot too early. Inch by thick inch, the shaft disappeared within his crotch, stretching him open like nothing before. After what seemed like hours, Grant managed to meet the opening of his cloaca with Cole's pubic fur. All 8 inches disappeared into him, and every movement the Rooster made, shook the cock in him, sending trails of pure bliss throughout his body. Already he was close to the edge, dots of sweat lined his body as he tried to stay still. Each throb felt like heaven, nothing he stuck up there ever felt like this! Forcing himself to adjust to these sensations, Grant slowly pushed himself up, lifting his hips up as he watched his best friend's cock, now coated with his pre, slowly slide out of him. When the head was stuck inside, he pushed himself down again, falling into the bear's lap with a slap. Cole mumbled, groaned and showed signs of moving, but he didn't wake as Grant continued to fuck himself on the meats stick. Rising and falling, soon the cock entered into him smoothly as both their pre lubricated the insides. Grant pumped his hips, pistoning the cock into him. His muffled moans were drowned out by the lewd sounds of wet meat slapping together, only encouraging him to ride his passed out drunk friend more. As the cock drove through him faster, lewd pleasure snaked along his spine faster, and more intense, especially when he was lucky enough to have Cole's cock hit his sweet spot. He was getting close, so very close! He tried to hold back, he didn't want to cum with his friend's cock in him...not while he's like this. "Uhhhh..." The big bear groaned, shaking as the rooster rode him for all he was worth. "C...Cindy..." Grant stopped, the pistoning slowly to a standstill. ‘Cindy' was the girl Cole wanted, wanted to love. The one Grant was jealous of, for having his best friend like this. "Shit." Grant cursed, as he began to pull himself off. "Nuh...don't..." The drowsy voice of the bear followed, along with his big paws as they clamped around the rooster's waist. "Don't...stop...baby..." Grant sighed, relishing those firm paws wrapped around his waist. But it hurt, those words were for her, not him. "Anything for you big guy..." He grunted as he arched back, bouncing along the cock again. The bear under him growled lustily as his wet cloaca took in the bruin cock again and again. Soon both males were close to orgasm, yet with Cole slipping in and out of what could barely pass as ‘consciousness.' Grant was way beyond help now, especially since one of Cole's fingers had found his tailhole, and slipped a finger in. His prostate was now hit in two places, and he was fighting with himself as the pleasure electrified his body. What really pushed him forward, was that sudden warmth filling his cloaca. Cole was cumming in him! "oh shit oh shit oh shit o...SHIIIITT!" Swore Grant as he lost it too. Orgasm shot through him as he pumped his own load, with the throbbing cock in him. His wet cum joined the polar bear's, every shot made his body shake. The excess seed that couldn't be contained dribbled down his slit, down the hot bear shaft, and matting his white fur, more and more gushed down their thighs, spilling onto the carpet below. Grant's mind swayed, caught off guard by the intensity of the orgasm. Cole's paws had slipped from his body, as the polar bear fell back to dream land. His legs shaking, Grant pulled himself off of Cole's softening cock, as excess seed dribbled down his thighs, in drops and strands onto Cole's sticky crotch. "Shit..." Groaned Grant, he wobbled his legs as he forced himself into the bathroom, soon the sound of the shower spray followed, the only sound in the house that time. Cole sipped at his cup of coffee, ignoring his hangover as he tried to tell his best friend all about the weird dream last night. "...and it felt like she was really there! Riding me!" "Cole, it's just cause you got wasted, geez." "But it felt so real!" "Cole!" The polar bear shut up, wondering what had gotten itself lodged in the rooster's ass, not noticing that the bird had a very peculiar limp that morning...