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Aaron paced in his living room, anxiously awaiting the arrival of... well, what exactly would he call Ars? A new friend? It was difficult to pin down, considering how the two had met. Or rather, how they had planned to meet. The vulpine was in good shape with a lean, toned physique, and handsome enough, the type that could get dates with attractive guys easily enough, but he'd always held dreams of someday meeting a big, burly fellow. During a particularly lonely time, he'd made a spur-of-the-moment decision to download an app designed for meeting just that sort of guy.

It had seemed like a hopeless endeavor at first, either not getting much attention or being approached only by creepy guys, a handful of disappointing half-starts, but then had come the first message from Ars. A bit older than him, certainly bigger than him with a bulky musclegut build, and with a quirky sense of humor that drew the fox in almost immediately, the grizzly was just the kind of guy he'd been hoping for. Unlike the others, Ars seemed to know just how to make him feel comfortable, enough that after sending messages back and forth for a few days, he'd started calling the bear and talking with him almost every day, even getting on video chat for a couple of face to face sessions.

A knock on the door made the fox jump, so wrapped up in nervous thoughts that he'd almost cried out in surprise. Even though he was expecting company, he still peeked through the peephole of the door. Rather than showing a face, all he saw was black. But, not the black of someone covering up the hole, which would have made him wary. Instead, it was of a shirt, worn by someone so large that they dominated the whole fisheye view through the lens. "Here goes nothing," Aaron mumbled to himself before opening the door wide. That was when he got his first real look at the companion coming to visit.

The fox had known that Ars was going to be big. Bears usually were, and he'd been duly warned by the man himself that he was built even larger than the average ursine. But there was nothing that could have prepared Aaron for the seven-foot-six-inch monster of a man that almost entirely blocked the view to the outside world. It wasn't just height, either. His shoulders were broad enough that he would have to turn sideways to fit through most doors, arms and chest bulging with muscle. The bear's legs were similar, looking more like tree trunks than limbs at first glance. Top it all off with a thick, rounded gut that stuck out several inches from the rest of his body, and you had a guy who was a literal ton of fun. Although, if Aaron had to guess, he'd say the actual number of pounds was considerably higher than that. He was so big, that every bit of his clothing seemed like it was ready to burst at any moment, from the dark jeans hugging his tremendous thighs, to the black t-shirt barely stretched across his belly, to the flannel overshirt resting across his mountainous shoulders and straining under his colossal biceps. The vulpine couldn't even see Ars' face until the bruin ducked down a little so that his head appeared just under the doorframe, showing a friendly smile. "Hey, buddy," he greeted simply, with the low, soft rumble of a voice that Aaron had come to love hearing over the phone.

"Hey, Ars," Aaron managed to reply, so caught off guard that he hardly retained the power to speak. He had to crane his neck up to look him in the eye, hoping that his nerves didn't show through too much in his smile. "Good to see you at last." Stepping through the door to greet the bear was a bit of a challenge, since Ars took up so much space, but he didn't want the guy to think he was unwelcome. "Did you bring any of those hugs you promised?"

A soft chuckle preceded brawny arms reaching out to pull him right in against the ursine's prodigious tummy, Aaron letting out an "Oof," that was mostly muffled by having his face pressed in against all the bulk. At almost two feet shorter, he hardly came up to Ars' chest, but that didn't seem to discourage the bear. If anything, he hugged even tighter once Aaron put his arms as far as they'd go around the bruin. "You think I'd forget?" he teased, giving the fox a lift off his feet, up enough to gently touch noses with him for a moment. "I'm really glad you invited me over, buddy. I've been looking forward to this."

"Come on," Aaron encouraged, showing a little red in his cheeks from how affectionate the bruin was already. "Let's get you inside, big fella. It's too hot out here." After letting him down, Ars followed the vulpine in, having to duck and twist sideways to fit through the doorway, letting out a soft grunt since he brushed at the sides of it even with his efforts. Aaron couldn't help but notice it, and catching him watching, Ars chuckled, showing a bashful grin. "Sorry, couldn't help but stare."

"Ah, everybody does it." He waved a meaty paw dismissively, his smile as easygoing as the way he shrugged off what could have been an awkward moment. Moving with what could only have been described as a slow, lumbering gait, the bruin made his way to Aaron's couch, taking a seat on it, which meant taking two seats for any normal person. Once he was settled, he draped his arms across the back of it, patting the cushion next to him invitingly, like it was his home and not the fox's that he was in. "C'mere, buddy." As soon as Aaron's bottom touched down, the bear placed a paw on his comparatively slight frame, pulling the fox in close to his side. "That's better."

Feeling a bit overwhelmed in the presence of such an enormous guy, he gingerly put his hand on Ars' thigh, looking up with a smile. Not trusting himself to speak, he just gazed up admiringly at the handsome bear, licking his lips and trying to keep his throat from drying out. Ars was just so huge, he could hardly think of anything but that fact, almost repeating itself in the fox's mind over and over, making his heart pound nervously. His anxiety was apparently too much to conceal, though, because the bruin raised an eyebrow quizzically. "What's wrong?" His voice was full of genuine concern.

Aaron tried to laugh it off, but even that sounded nervous. "Well, it's not every day that I hook up with a massive grizzly, you know," he quipped, trying to cover with humor just how intimidating the prospect of getting into bed with the massive fur was.

"I'm not sure it still qualifies as a hookup when you've spent a month getting to know each other first," Ars shot back with a flash of a crooked grin, the kind of someone used to sneaking in a friendly dig on people they liked. The smile turned sincere as he began to brush his heavy paw over Aaron's head, smoothing back the fur and ears as it passed over, surprisingly deft with his thick, clumsy-looking fingers. "You're worried about how big I am. Is that it?"

As much as he fantasized about huge men, Aaron had never expected to actually find one interested in him. Up close, Ars was physically intimidating, easily over ten times his weight. It would take nothing for the bruin to crush him, whether on purpose or accidentally. He opened his mouth to say something to that effect, but the bear was already reassuring him. "I'm extremely gentle," he promised. "We've talked a lot about what we want to do together, and hurting you is no part of that." Using one finger, he lifted up Aaron's chin so they could meet gazes, utterly serious in his expression for a change. "If you aren't enjoying it, neither am I."

"I know. I remember." The fox reached up to fit his fingers into Ars' paw, and the bruin held it, practically swallowing the smaller paw within his own. "I just... I didn't realize how big you'd be when we talked about it all."

"Admittedly, I don't tell the whole truth about my size up front because I know it would terrify a lot of people." It was Ars' turn to show an embarrassed grin. "Everybody assumes that the big guy is all rough and gruff, when I'm really just an overgrown teddy." Just the way he held the fox proved that to be true. Even if he felt nervous, there was an oddly soothing quality to the bear. Something about him made Aaron believe and trust him. "I understand if you want to call it off. No hard feelings."

Aaron's ears perked up when he heard those words, his jaw dropping. "No way," he insisted, clambering up onto Ars' lap and sitting up on his knees so he could look him right in the eye. "You're really sweet, and I'm not going to let nerves make me miss out on something wonderful with you."

"I dunno about wonderful," the bruin mumbled softly, leaning in to take a gentle nip at Aaron's nose, his large, blunt teeth covering up most of the fox's muzzle in the process. "But I'll do my best."

Snickering at the bear's playful ways, the kind that lured him in more effectively than any flirtations or lines ever had, Aaron looped his arms around Ars' neck, looking down bashfully. "Come to bed with me, Ars."

If his hefty paws hadn't been there to catch the fox's bottom, Aaron would have spilled into the floor with how shockingly fast that his companion rose to his feet. He found the ursine's boxy muzzle pressed to his, noses nuzzling as Ars shuffled his way through the house, careful not to bump into anything. "I was waiting for you to ask." His playful grumbles turned a bit frustrated as he squeezed through the hallway that led to Aaron's bedroom, having a little trouble navigating the narrow space while holding him.

Not wanting Ars to struggle so much, Aaron spoke a simple suggestion. "Put me down if it'll be easier." He hoped it wouldn't be necessary, however. The fox already felt hot under the collar, his long, fluffy tail wagging back and forth, feeling dwarfed in such close quarters with the bear, especially held so close to him.

After the comment, Ars turned himself sideways in the passageway, and suddenly Aaron found himself with his back against the wall. Barely even leaning in, the pressure of his enormous belly kept the fox held in place, gently pinning him there as the bear grabbed for his paws, lacing his blunt fingers between the smaller man's more slender ones and holding them against the wall as well. "I'm worried you'll change your mind and run away if I let you go," he muttered, tenderly kissing at Aaron's neck and taking a nibble of the scruff there.

That was all it took to completely turn the vulpine on, almost instantly hardening in his shorts, impossible for Ars to miss with the heavy gut pressed between his legs helping to keep him held up. For a moment, all he could do was whine with pleasure and desire, but then Ars scooted back enough to let him slide gently down to his feet. "You're an awful tease," he grumbled at the bear, heat and color risen in his neck and cheeks.

"I'm serious!" the bear insisted, despite the wide grin on his face. He let himself be led by the hand to the bedroom, making the difficult duck and turn to squeeze through the door. In the smaller room, he looked especially large, and when he went over to flump heavily onto Aaron's bed, he covered most of it with his massive body. "Come on, buddy," he said, sitting up and crooking a finger toward the vulpine. "Let's have a good look at ya."

As soon as he stepped within reach, the bear's paws were roaming over him, starting with his face and tracing their way down. They were so thick and heavy that he felt like he would be manhandled at any second, but instead, then just slowly rubbed over Aaron's body, eventually slipping up underneath his shirt to massage him directly. Standing while Ars sat, they were eye to eye again, each one showing smiles as the ursine began to undress the fox, lifting his shirt away to reveal the toned muscle hidden under it and all the fluffy white fur covering his chest and tummy. Once it was in view, the bear stopped for a moment, taking in the view and giving the thick, plush coat a ruffle. "Lookit you," he murmured, taking the smaller fur's sides in his paws to pull him closer. "There's some buff on this handsome fox. You sure take pains to hide it, though."

Aaron's nose dipped down, a little embarrassed at the praise. "Nothing like yours, big guy." That didn't seem to discourage Ars, however. Those meaty paws made their way slowly over his chest and shoulders, fingertips tracing the lines of muscle hidden beneath his coat, before gently raking down his front, the tips of long, black claws trailing through the fur. It was unexpectedly sensual, that exploration of his body that very few of the guys he'd been with before had ever bothered with. Already, the fox could tell that he was in for something that most people weren't lucky enough to experience. When he reached out to take hold of Ars' overshirt, he was surprised to find the bear catching his paw and placing it instead on his chest, right atop one of the huge pectoral muscles that bulged high enough to almost swallow the bruin's chin when he looked down.

"Allow me," he insisted, flashing a toothy smile as he sat up a little taller. Very slowly and gradually, Ars began to tighten and harden all the muscular bulk he had. Aaron felt it before he could see it, the pec under his paw warming as it bulged bigger, making his tail wag eagerly as it just kept swelling bigger. Even with as slowly as he flexed his arms, shoulders, and chest, the overshirt stood no chance, a loud tearing sound reaching Aaron's ears almost as soon as it began, until the flannel garment split entirely in two down the back by the time the bear had swollen to full size. If anything, the display just proved to Aaron how careful and gentle he was in how he handled the fox. Of course, it also had the intended effect of arousing him, enough that he had to bite back a soft moan. Hearty laughter followed as Ars saw his reaction, making his tremendous tum bounce with each laugh. "Forgive a guy for showing off a little."

"Maybe if you forgive me unloading in my undies," the smaller of the pair mumbled under his breath. Watching the feat of strength had brought him to a full erection, noticeably straining the fabric of his shorts, more than likely coaxing out a couple drops of precum to stain the underwear beneath them. Aaron was always embarrassed about having a hair trigger, but there wasn't much he could do about it, especially when he actually felt the bear's pecs bulging and swelling under his paws earlier.

Silently, just smiling, Ars guided Aaron to brush down his front, encouraging the same sort of exploration that he'd shown earlier. It was okay to touch on top of looking, he seemed to say, releasing the fox's paws so that he could begin to fumble with the waistband of the smaller male's shorts, his blunt fingers finally showing some difficulty. This time, Aaron was allowed to help the bear disrobe, slowly taking the hem of his stretchy shirt up and over the tremendous swell of belly and pecs while Ars carefully tugged the vulpine's shorts down. The only time that his heavy, comforting touch left the younger fur's hips and thighs was when he needed to lift his arms up to get his own shirt off.

Once the garment was removed, Ars seemed, almost impossibly, even bigger than he had been moments before. His coat of fur was so thick and shaggy that when Aaron brushed fingers through it, they seemed to disappear into all the fluff. It wasn't nearly as soft as his own, but not the rough, grizzled fur he had expected to find on a bear. Judging by the way that Ars grunted and sighed, eyes shut for a moment while Aaron's fingertips played in the mass of fuzz, he was enjoying the experience just as much.

A gentle tug at his hips brought Aaron in closer, right up against Ars' thick gut, and he naturally lifted his arms to drape them over the bear's mounded shoulders, brushing lightly across the hump they made in the middle. "God, you feel so good." Everywhere he touched felt so soft, so warm, so strong, that it was almost a sensory overload for the fox.

"I was going to say the same about you," Ars admitted, after briefly kissing him on the lips. After sharing another smile, Aaron pressed his lips back to the ursine's, plucking at each of them in turn, getting himself into a sweet, passionate liplock with the bear. All the while that they teased and tasted each other, Ars cupped his paws to smaller male's rump, first through his underwear, and gradually slipping his fingers into the green boxers, giving the cheeks gentle gropes. Initially flinching, Aaron quickly relaxed when he felt none of the pinches or hard squeezes he was more accustomed to from many of the other men he'd gotten this far with. Instead, he just felt sensual, if playful, touches, even along the underside of his tail and trailing along its length, which sent a shiver down his spine.

Just as the trembles subsided, the bear broke the kiss and got to his feet, still holding Aaron close to him, although he rested his heavy paws on the fox's more lean shoulders. At least, until he slid them under the lower curve of his tummy and gave it a lift, providing better access to the belt and zipper of his jeans hidden below there. Peering down over his swollen pecs, with one eyebrow raised and a crooked smile, he didn't have to ask for Aaron to lend a hand, fumbling blindly with the pants.

Once more he was struck with just how large the bruin was. Even when his belly hung naturally, there was a visible bulge in Ars' pants, and helping to undress him made it impossible to avoid touching on it. Since the big fella was feeling frisky, considering it was the main reason that they'd been in contact in the first place, he did very little to discourage Aaron's accidental brushes over it, especially when the pants came undone and sliding down the bear's stout legs.

He was still tucked away inside boxer briefs, but they were a snug fit that left little to the imagination, stretchy fabric clinging to his thighs and junk, leaving a clearly visible outline. "Go ahead," Ars urged, his soft voice husky and deep, subtly communicating his desire. "Check out your burr. See what he's got for ya." That was enough for him to cup a palm to the impressive bulge, giving it a slow squeeze.

Unexpectedly, the fabric covering the bear's manhood was damp. Not just in one little spot, but over a considerable area. Furrowing his brow, Aaron went for the waistband of the bruin's underwear and carefully pulled on it, revealing the impressively thick sheath that was tucked away, but not before he saw the strings of clear fluid clinging between it and the inner layer of the boxer briefs. Even mostly soft, just barely peeking from the sheath, Ars had produced more precum than most guys Aaron knew of could in an entire session.

"That's all from you, buddy," he heard the hulking man murmur down and into his ear. "Just being excited at the thought of getting to do this with you."

"And here I thought I was bad!" Aaron blurted out, unintentionally admitting what he saw as one of his own faults. But, seeing the way that the bear's sheath practically drooled, he couldn't help but feel both relief and excitement. With as much as he was putting out, lube might not be necessary for them. A little playful, curious fondling found Ars swelling and firming in his grasp, as loose as it might be around the bear's girth, and left his fingers coated with sticky fluid almost immediately.

The ursine's lips were curled up in a big smile while he was played with, chuckling softly. "I'm an overachiever," he teased, before gently detaching Aaron's paw from his firming manhood so he could raise the fox up. Unsure why he was being lifted by his behind, it made a little more sense when Ars sat back down, putting himself right at eye level with the fox's crotch. "Your turn."

That boxy muzzle pressed carefully between Aaron's legs, giving a nuzzle and a gentle lick at the inside of each thigh. Sending shivers up his spine, that was all it took for him to part them wider and let the big fella between them. He gave the same sort of treatment to the vulpine's tented boxers, even taking a deep sniff before mouthing gently over the stretched fabric. Then, with surprising talent, the bear hooked a fang into the waistband of the underwear and pulled it between his teeth, using them to slowly drag the garment down and expose Aaron's erect shaft.

The smaller fur gulped as he came into view, once more feeling anxious thoughts crowd in his mind. They all melted away, however, when Ars touched his lips right on the base of the little fox's cock, tenderly kissing him there before trailing a long, slow lick up him, from his balls all the way up to his wet tip. He barely had time to register just how good it had felt before the boxy muzzle was closing around his shaft, surrounding him in warm wetness that made him whine. The way that Ars wrapped and traced his tongue around the vulpine's shaft showed a concern for his pleasure that no one else ever had before. It was so intense that after what seemed like only a few moments, he had to grab for the bear's cheeks to urge him to stop, before he went over the edge and blew a load in his mouth.

Ars didn't seem bothered, merely lowering Aaron so they could touch noses, once more pressing kisses on him, this time sneaking his tongue in with the salty taste of the fox's own precum on it. When they broke apart, after a long, passionate tongue wrestle, the bear just smiled. "You didn't... have to..." Aaron mumbled, having trouble getting his words together.

"I wanted to." There was a gentle insistence in Ars' deep, smooth voice. Still showing the same smile, he petted over Aaron's head and ears, lavishing gentle affections on him. "You've only ever asked what you could do for me, but I can do for you, too." Moving slowly, he shifted and flopped over on his back, with the vulpine pooled nude between his legs, Ars propped up with pillows enough to be able to look over at him. "I'm easy to please. Touch my boy parts just right and it's all fireworks and geysers outta me. You're the one who needs effort put into them."

Scooting his way closer, the fox wedged his way in between Ars' thick legs, lightly brushing fingertips along them before cupping a palm to one of his hefty balls. "Touch your boy parts, huh? You mean like this?" Although it was large enough to fill his entire paw, Aaron treated the fuzzy orb gently, just rolling it with his fingers, feeling its weight. The bear merely chuckled, his lips curled up in a happy smile. For a moment, the vulpine was concerned, since Ars still didn't seem very aroused, but then his fingers touched some freshly trickled pre that came from him, and his doubts went away. Clearly, the big fella was having fun. He just took a little extra to get coaxed out of his sheath.

Cheeks flushed with red, Aaron took the tip of a finger and brushed it lightly over the dripping tip that just poked free from the thick, fuzzy pocket before giving it a little push, dipping the digit inside along with the member tucked away there. Even before he started to slowly swirl his finger inside, Ars was rumbling with pleasure, letting out a soft huff every now and then. There was plenty more slick fluid tucked away inside the sheath to make it feel smooth as he slipped across the sensitive flesh. It didn't take long before he could feel extra pressure against his touch from where the bruin's thick cock was swelling and growing firmer.

"Be careful when you pull it back," Ars warned him. "Unless you wanna get - "

The pressure was building so quickly that his finger slipped and came out of the sheath, and as soon as it did, a long jet of precum came shooting out at Aaron, splatting firmly on his chest before Ars' stiffening penis rose and squirted a softer rope across the fox's muzzle, leaving it sticky and dripping. "That," the bear finished, looking a bit embarrassed as he reached over to wipe Aaron's muzzle clean. "Sorry..."

Before he could pull his paw away, the smaller fur grabbed hold of Ars' wrist, sucking on one of the fingers that he'd used to clear away some of the mess. Tasting the hot fluid, feeling it soaking into his fur, the musky scent of it rising up along with the heat radiating from their bodies, triggered an instinctual reaction in the vulpine. It was like a button had suddenly been pushed in his mind, telling him that he didn't just want Ars. He needed the man, feeling an aching desire to share bodies with him that was beginning to outweigh initial hesitations.

Without having said anything, the ursine seemed to understand. For his part, he curled his finger in Aaron's maw, playfully tugging at his lips and teeth while the fox's tongue lashed over the fingerpad. Eventually, there was an unspoken mutual agreement that it was time to stop screwing around and get to business, and Aaron looked down, reaching to grasp the bear and himself, needing both paws to come close to getting the job done even when he sat so that their lengths were parallel to each other.

A few of the two-fisted strokes were enough to get Ars fully erect, Aaron feeling some trepidation about the guy's size. Once again, even for an ursine, he was well-blessed with extra girth, enough that as Aaron shifted and drew closer, he wasn't even sure his mouth would open wide enough to fit over the head. As if to encourage him, those thick, strong ursine legs wrapped gently around the vulpine's, holding him in place tucked between them. A couple of gentle laps that made the larger male huff and groan gave him the courage to finally make an honest try, fitting the blunt tip to his lips.

It wasn't an easy fit, but the fox was determined, and Ars lent a helping hand via a paw just resting atop his head, playing with his ears as Aaron pushed his way down, having to open his throat to admit the bruin long before he'd hoped to. There were times when he thought he would choke or gag, and could almost feel the weight of Ars' meaty paw easing off of him, but then he found whatever he needed to go on, until he was able to finally fit all of the throbbing meat into his muzzle, taking a triumphant, hungry suck on it before he was finally forced to pull away.

Ars let him up without any question, looking shocked when Aaron gasped for breath, even he not realizing just how challenging it had been. Before he could even think about making a second attempt, the bear pulled him over, hugging him warmly against his shaggy gut. "Jeez, buddy. Take it easy." As Aaron caught his breath, inhaling Ars' warm scent, he looked up to see that the bruin was genuinely concerned, not an ounce of pride in how much difficult that there'd been in taking him on.

To reassure the guy that he was okay, Aaron touched his lips to the bear's great belly, giving a few gentle rubs on the sides of it, slowly sifting through the thick coat covering it. "I'm okay," he promised with a smile, but even that seemed not enough to satisfy the bruin, who pulled him ever closer and held him wrapped tightly in his incredibly strong arms.

"Are you still sure you wanna do this?" he questioned, brushing his nose across Aaron's jawline. "I don't wanna hurt you." Taking a moment to kiss the bear again before insisting that he did, the fox looped his arms over Ars' broad shoulders, his fluffy tail brushing back and forth across his legs. "Alright," he agreed, showing a smile once again. "This time, though, we're gonna take it slow and make sure you're ready." He shifted his hold on the fox, supporting him with one paw on his rump, legs spread across the round bear belly. "If this doesn't feel good, I want you to tell me to stop."

That's when he felt one of the bruin's thick fingertips brushing under his tail, carefully tracing along and between the cleft of his butt, spreading wet slickness as he went. At first, it tickled and felt odd, not like how any of the other guy's he'd been with had toyed with his rump. But as he felt Ars lubricate him ever so gently, lightly massaging at his anus, he realized it felt much better. Good enough that his legs trembled and he gripped the bear's gut between his thighs, flushing with embarrassment once he relaxed again.

"Heh, it's okay, buddy. I've got a nice big pillow there for ya. Give it a squeeze if you need to." As Ars kept slowly massaging and stretching him, eventually dipping a finger past the snug ring, Aaron realized it was more an invitation than a reassurance. At nearly the same time, he noticed that he was still erect, with the tip of his shaft nestled just within the bear's belly button, and felt a rush of heat go through him.

It wasn't that it felt uncomfortable, but more that he didn't want to make Ars feel uneasy. He'd never brought it up, but Aaron had always thought that the bear's belly was beautiful, from the first pictures they'd shared to until that very moment. In the same way that some guys worshipped butts or boobs, the little fox had a thing for big guts, enough that sometimes he fantasized about mounting them like he would any other suitable part. He realized, though, that it was an odd fetish, and one that he hadn't even touched on with Ars, so even though the opportunity was right there, he wasn't about to go for it.

Just as he was about to move and readjust himself, a guiding paw came to rest on his lower back, making sure he stayed right where he was. The vulpine began to object, but a kiss silenced his protest, leaving him looking Ars right in the eyes afterwards. "Shh, Aaron. I'm a big ol' burr. Proud of this hefty gut. It's part of what got your attention in the first place, right?" He took a teasing nibble at Aaron's lips before he continued with a smile. "You're not the first guy to take a fancy to it."

"You don't think it's weird?"

Rather than responding right away, Ars carefully slipped his finger out and clasped both of the fox's hips and buttocks between his mighty paws, shifting him just right so that Aaron slipped all the rest of the way into the bear's navel, sunken into the deep hollow, and slowly moved in such a way that the thick gut caressed and squeezed against the smaller male. "I think if it feels good, we should do whatever we want to with each other." Flashing a crooked grin, he added, "Just think. You can tell all your friends that you fucked a huge bear." Adding a wink for good measure, he slipped one paw down off of the vulpine, and a moment later, Aaron felt the large, slick tip of Ars' shaft being nestled under his tail, drooling between his cheeks. "Nobody but us has to know it was my gut."

Forcing a hard swallow, his mouth suddenly dry, feeling his cheeks and ears burning, Aaron had to ask one more time. "If you're sure..."

"Aaron." The grizzly touched noses with him and tenderly smooched at his lips. "I'm serious. Indulge yourself." Once more, the bear took his rear and held it, the blunt head of his cock slipping between the perky cheeks and nudging at Aaron's entry. A solid throb and twitch made it feel even bigger for a moment, as a gush of precum coated the fox's ring, much of it dribbling down his balls, but enough leaking through that he could feel the sticky heat in him. "All I ask is that you don't try to knot. My bellybutton's not quite as flexible as other holes."

"I won't need to knot to finish," Aaron insisted, looking down shyly once it was out. That seemed to get a reaction out of Ars, since when the fox looked up he saw the bear smiling at him with color standing in his cheeks. After a couple of gentle pats to the behind, he felt the oozing girth between his cheeks nudge once more at his entrance, a bit more insistent this time.

"Come on, buddy. I'm all yours."

Aaron took that as a sign that he should set the pace for things. Recognizing that taking the bear's shaft into him would be a long, challenging affair, he was glad for it, and after only a moment's hesitation, he placed his palms onto each of Ars' tremendous pecs for balance, and began to grind against his partner's belly.

Almost instantly, the ursine began to growl soothingly, low and deep in his chest, the lusty rumbles encouraging Aaron to take his first, shallow thrust. Already sunken into the navel, it was more to pull back and readjust, but as he did, he felt the pressure of the immense shaft at his rear prodding into him, loosening his ring just a tad more. Even when he settled back against Ars' gut, he felt that same pressure, recognizing that every thrust would slide the cock farther into his rump. The very thought was intoxicating, and he began to roll his hips in earnest, gently humping at the tremendous belly under him.

It still took quite a while before he was loose enough to admit Ars into him, but once it happened, the vulpine nearly came right away. The bear's position let him constantly keep pressure against Aaron's snug ring until it finally gave way, and the final thrust he needed let the head and a few inches of ursine member slide into him, throbbing and pulsing, depositing a thick gush of precum into the smaller male. Already, it felt the same way as if one of the more average males Aaron had been with had just unloaded into him, and Ars had plenty left to give.

"Grrrff... there we go, buddy," his huge friend praised, letting him take a moment to acclimate. "Feels good, just like I knew you would." The bear's meaty paws slid up his slender frame, holding him just under the arms, and after adjusting the position of his legs, Ars took his turn thrusting. Slow and gentle, it was still the deepest rutting that Aaron had ever gotten, continually getting deeper as the bruin slid into even more with each thrust, until he could finally buck the fox with his hips.

Ars was careful with him, as promised, but his smaller body was moved by the force of each thud to his rear, enough that even if he had tried to resist mounting the bear's belly, it would have been futile. He let the rolling motion of the bigger male's hips do the job, filling the hollow of Ars' bellybutton with precum as he slid in and out of it, both of them grunting and panting with pleasure for each other. Eventually, the stimulation was just too much for Aaron, and even before his knot had formed, he loosed a couple of half-hearted squirts of semen into the hollow, moaning in deep pleasure. His friend seemed to realize at the same moment what was happening, and pulled him by the hips so that the swelling knob of flesh at the base of his shaft wouldn't get lodged. With the same motion, Ars firmly tugged Aaron down on his lap, fitting the last inches of his girthy member into the vulpine.

Straddled across the bear's hips, he felt the powerful muscles bounce him up and down, slinging the bulk of his orgasm up into the air as Ars stopped teasing, rapidly joining the fox in his own climax. Just the feeling of the fat shaft pulsing in him, unloading enough seed that it made him feel full and bloated inside, coaxed a few extra spurts out of Aaron, leaving a stringing splatter across the bear's belly. And still the big fellow had more to give, pumping enough thick fluid into the vulpine that it made his trim tummy bulge out visibly before tapering off.

It was a very new, very unusual experience for Aaron. A little heavy, a little uncomfortable, but overall he decided he liked it. Not to mention, the way that Ars looked over at him, face beaming with adoration and satisfaction, made him feel immensely proud. Once more, he flopped over on top of the bruin's great belly, trembling from the intensity of the experience, not caring at all that he was resting on top of his own still-warm spunk.

"That was awesome," the bear rumbled, holding him warmly and rubbing over his back, just basking in the afterglow. "Better uh... give it a minute to settle. Unless you wanna have to change your sheets right away." Aaron couldn't say much, just blushing and trying to get his breathing back down to a normal level. Eventually, Ars' shaft softened and began to slip free from him. Even after all the time spent in there, an impressive amount of the bear's semen came dribbling out, practically coating both of their balls in sticky warmth. Free to move, the first thing that the fox did was crawl back up along the larger male's front to hug tightly to him. Returning the gesture, the bear gave him a gentle kiss, murmuring gently to him, "Thank you, Aaron."

Genuinely surprised to hear that, he gave Ars a quizzical look. "What are you thanking me for?"

"I always say thanks for a good time."

"Well, then thanks to you too, big fella. That felt really good." After that, he couldn't think of anything else to say, so he just smiled, winning a big smile back from the ursine. He lost track of how long they stayed like that, just grinning like idiots at each other, while Ars lightly brushed his head and ears, before he finally declared, "I hope we can do it again sometime."

That made Ars' smile turn a little crooked, and he leaned in closer. "There's an overnight bag in my truck. We could make this a weekend, if you want." Aaron nodded instantly, making the bruin chuckle. "I gotta warn ya, though. Let me spend a weekend, and I'm gonna think of you as mine. You know, since you'd be broken in for me and all by then."

"I'll be your fox, if you'll be my burr," Aaron countered, suddenly feeling a little bold.

"Perfect." Moving carefully, Ars scooped the vulpine up by the bottom, holding him once more against his belly as he stood up. "Better get us into the shower so we can get dressed and grab my stuff. I've got a feeling neither of us are gonna wear our clothes much the rest of the weekend."

"No?"

"Mmhmm. We've got a lot to do if I'm gonna be yours. You've had a taste of muzzle, and a go at the gut, but I still have a butt, don't I?" Chuckling and growling playfully, he gave Aaron a long slurp across the muzzle. "And I expect to get the knot with your nut, little buddy."

The fox's tail twitched and began to wag eagerly. It seemed like he would have a lot to do, after all. A literal ton of fun to do, that was.