Encounter
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I leered through the ads lazily. Most of them promised much the same thing with a slight change in species, preference and size.
'Masc4Masc looking for a good time' 'muscle bear in need of twink' 'fox ready for filling' 'open to anything, send pics' It went on like that for a while. Gregslist was hit or miss in the nights I had hopped on, and with my birthday yesterday making me just barely legal, I was ready to experiment with this whole 'gay thing'.
Some context, sorry, my name is Carl. Im an 18 year old pitbull mix with a fat head and a proportionately muscled body. One without the other would be off-putting, but I can assure you with the looks I get, I'm both intimidating and goofy looking. Im not built from hard work at a gym, just genetics, my brindle fur was short and groomed, but my face has a sort of...how did Rodney describe it? Resting bitch face, but aged. Damn jowls.
Anyway, I have made it most of the way through highschool with a graduation in the spring. In those years of school I have had two girlfriends ever. The first used me to get back at her ex, and eventually used me to get back with him. The second took three months to kiss me, let me feel her up once about a month later, and told me 'You're a nice guy, but I don't think this is working'.
Ouch, how pathetic I felt after that one still stung. 'it's not you, its me.' Bullshit. Stupid effing bullshit bitches. Anyway, My old friend Rodney; and I'm talking next door neighbors, used walkie talkies at night, he's seen me cry at the public pool when I was nine, I've seen his runty wolf ass in a dress drunk on Christmas, friends. Rodney came out of the closet a year ago, and because of his size he was teased mercilessly by the cliché meathead jocks. Well, he got bullied for 3 days and then the student body as a unit sort of got over it and it died down to random name calling, and then I punched a repeat offender in the mouth and now it's un-spoken. Poor wolf wasn't even that short, just below average for his species. He didn't put on the muscle his peers did, and despite his dads valiant efforts to teach his boy how to properly use a home gym, Rodney was more interested in Call of Duty, Comic books, and alcohol.
Seriously, he could slog back a 40 faster than the jocks over twice his size. Where was I? Oh yeah, Rodney came out a year ago, and I think he thought I was going to stop being his friend or something because the little guy started crying when he told me despite not having any actual bad news. His parents loved him (and saw it coming) and I was the damn guy who probably got him thinking about it! I had definitely asked him on multiple occasions why he never had a girlfriend, and he usually didn't have an answer besides 'they seem like so much work Carl'. But anyway he cried about it and wanted to make sure I knew he wasn't hitting on me and he didn't want anything to change and he cried and cried and I just sat there giving him an over-sized hug and thinking 'they really are a lot of work. Wonder what the other team is like'. Even being Gay Rodney was WAY less maintenance than my two other attempts at it, and could I do that?
The thought of me trying out being gay, experimenting a little didn't seem like a bad idea. Not something I had thought about or planned to do, but it didn't repulse me. I've seen my own dick a million times, why would seeing someone else's be a turn off? Did that make me bi? I had no effing clue. Maybe. Maybe I was just open minded. For all I knew I would get into the room with a naked dude looking at me and just go 'hell no, never mind'.
Despite that though I didn't bring it up with Rodney for a while, almost a year actually. The wolf had a LOT more sexual escapades to tell about now that he was playing the right game. He usually refused to share names out of respect for privacy, but needless to say there were plenty of dudes willing and ready in the surrounding towns. All of which were easily connected by thruways. The internet was a plethora of dudes for him and it blew my mind. It made sense of course. Usually when one thinking about a guy and a girl hooking up there is a whole date that has to go well and a sort of building of trust before the female in the situation allows whatever to happen. With two guy? They are both horny as hell and totally ready to get down to brass tax.
'blonde in her twenties seeks athlete for dinner and a movie' verses 'older lion ready for DOM some fox bitches. No spitting, no foot stuff.' Hell, guys don't even need to build themselves up! Sure youth might be a turn on, but you could put 'dirty trucker type seeking roof for the night and a chub for the bed.' And the ad could be answered in minutes! It blew my damn mind. Was that really something I could get into?
Well...maybe if the ads weren't so boring. Most did not come with pictures, and I had declined Rodneys advice to just try apps because they all have pictures and I was scared who I would find on there, and maybe a bit curious. The towns were all connected sure, but they were moderately small and I had a feeling I would recognize quite a few people on there I didn't want to recognize naked in high resolution on my phone.
But...Gregslist wasn't working and I found myself looking for pictures anyway. I shot Rodney a quick text for some recommendations and went back to scrolling with less parameters. I knew I didn't want my first guy to be too much older than me. I didn't have an exact number in mind but thirty felt like a good ish cut off. Guess it would depend on how well they aged. But other than that I guess that was my only really criteria. Species didn't really matter to me, and I couldn't think of anything I'd like to see in the ad like BDSM or whatever. I knew I wasn't going to read the piss and shit ones but, I guess I was just going to filter manually.
Just before I started that process though Rodney replied. 'Knotrs for canines, Pussez for felines, and Growlr for a combination of everything. And Furz4u too I guess. What are you looking for ;)'
I blushed, 'idk. Options I guess. Never ogled a guy'
It was true, I had never seen a guy and thought of him as hot. Was that a sign this was a bad idea? I sighed, downloading the apps and scrolling through more gregslists with the pictures only option tagged. There was an old Croc on page one with a snaggletooth and a pic of his whole overweight body. I tried to find things I liked about him, trying to maybe see what kinda guy to look for, but I was drawing a blank. His belly was nice I supposed, and his musculature was impressive...but his request was for furs 'as young as possible' and while I fit that, I wasn't sure he was mentally what I was going for.
Rodney again, 'you've never ogled me?! Im hurt good sir'
I rolled my eyes, 'fuck off. Your gorgeous.'
I didn't even make it to a new page yet before
'You're*'
'Fuck off part 2'
'haha im coming over'
'like hell you are, I'd rather do this embarrassing shit alone thanks. Ill tell you about it later.'
There was a pause, I groaned and looked out my window to make sure he wasn't leaving his house already but he replied back, opening his blinds probably to see if my window was open. He waved as I picked up my phone, a devious knowing wave and then closed the blinds. I blushed.
'don't be too naughty, and stay safe.'
'thanks' was all I could managed without audibly huffing.
'and get pics'
'fuck you ohmigod'
I opened Furz4u because it downloaded first and created an account as innocuous as I could. P-bull45. 45 was my parents address. It recommended I take a picture which I declined and I started trolling the 'nearby' column.
Asses, bellies, cute faces, rough faces, dudes in leather, dudes in drag. It was all here. Every Fur4u user in 20 miles it claimed. I was overwhelmed. There were very few anonymous pawprints. Fewer anonymous scaly claws, and one seemingly custom anon pic with a cartoon bear on it. That seemed a bit extra for me, but whatever made him happy.
God this was cringe worthy. I scrolled through each profile, picking whichever were not in drag and a few of the anons. Most of the profiles read like the Gregslist ads. A list of what they liked was convenient though, and a bit horrifying.
Lion-Daddy69 Likes: friends with benefits, foot play, scat, BDSM, gagging, whips, leather, older/younger, sounding, and toys. The profile itself read 'in an open relationship, but sometimes play together. We have a play room if you want to come over but will go to motels. 420 friendly. Looking for a boy to spank and take my fat lion cock.'
Skip. Slide right. Slide left. Abort. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Whatever would make me un-see my ninth grade music teacher in a leather thong. I received a red bubble in the message icon. It was from a pic of abs, and read 'Carl is this you? Such a creative name'
Furious I opened my blinds again, seeing Rodney sitting there at his desk, grinning and laughing like a hyena. I scowled. I scowled hard enough that most people would have been genuinely afraid of me. Rodney just laughed more.
'fuck you and fuck this and fuck Lion-daddy69'
'lol, so you saw Mr. Fischer.'
'how do I redo and NOT see him. That would be helpful advice.'
'No idea. Trust me ive seen people on here Id rather not have seen but that's the fun of it. Why no pic?'
'sorry we don't all have abs and wolf asses' I rolled my eyes again.
'pics increase the likelihood people open your profile. Which is also empty I see.'
'I don't know what I want' I replied honestly. I was grateful The wolf seemed to take that serious and waited a moment before replying.
'sorry bud, but maybe you could say that. Something like, 'first timer looking for the basics'. Maybe throw the word vanilla in there.'
'wtf is vanilla?'
'use the word virgin! Oh, vanilla means you don't want to do anything too crazy kinky. In and out, do the deed without all the leather and flash.'
That would have been nice to know. I hesitated and looked at his profile pic. Two thoughts stuck me.
'Rodney, please tell me if I click your pic you have vanilla written there.'
'HA that's cute.' I cringed. 'I don't have anything too crazy and emotionally scarring on there I promise.'
'thank god. Anyway, what would be a flattering pick of me and my unfortunate face?'
'first of all I love your face. Its cute in that scowly kind of way.'
'not helping'
'your ass. Definitely your ass.'
I actually smiled that time, my tail giving a little wag. I frowned quickly though.
'how do I take a pic of my ass? The mirror?'
'god your so new to this its adorable. Yes. Shirt off, pants dropped just passed the cheeks. Gotta tease them.'
'fuck you. Thanks' I closed the blinds, sticking out my tongue at my dramatically distraught friend and went to the mirror. Shirt off I rubbed my flat belly and turned. Pants down I tried to get a few pics so id have some options. Ultimately only 2/9 pics didn't have a giant glare, and one of those two had my thumb on the lens, so my new profile pic won by default.
Now for my ad. Likes: vanilla, friends with benefits, and no strings attached. Young pitbull looking to try something new.
I stared at it for a moment. It felt very short. With a huff I added 'virgin'.
Rodney replied in 2.8 seconds. 'Great pic virgin!'
I was about to type back something lacking wit, when I got another red bubble.
Jesus, that was fast.
The pic was anonymous. 'Hey p-bull, looking to hook up tonight?'
It was as forward as I had expected from Gregslist. The anon thing was bugging me though, I told him as much.
'sorry, one sec'
He sent a slightly blurry pic. Master-Jay was a polar bear, and by the looks of it, he dwarfed Me by at least a foot. His age on the profile read 34 but he looked moderately in shape and not outside My limited standards. His likes portion was empty.
'what do you like to do?'
'whatever you would want to. Hear you're a virgin, anything you would want to try? Id go slow.'
My heart was racing and I stared down at my phone unsure where to begin typing with the million and a half thoughts coming to mind. Was I really about to do this? There was a big line between looking around a few ads and actually hooking up with a dude. Why wasn't this setting off some kind of warning? I was nervous but not in a bad way.
I was excited.
I realized all at once I was going through with it. My mouth watered, my heart raced, my sheath plumped up into a slightly sensitive chub.
'Where should we meet?'
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Master-Jay had given me an address not too far from my school. In fact he technically still lived in my town. Rodney stared enthusiastically out his window when I left, paws and face pressed to the glass with a stupid smile on his face. I blushed, giving him the finger before driving off.
I had half expected the address to be a motel or something, but it was a single family home. Two floors with a little landscaping around the front door and two cars in the driveway despite there being a garage in the back. The high wooden fence suggested a pool if my landscaping gig this summer gave me any knowledge on the topic. It was a nice place, something I'd like to own myself one day if I stayed in town.
There was a lump in my throat as I parked out front. I shot the polar bear another message indicating my arrival. I saw some blinds move upstairs followed by 'be down in a sec, park in the driveway.'
I did so, straightening my jacket collar like my clothes were the reason I was here. I cleared my throat and went to the door. My tail was tucked down with anxiety and I could feel my paws returning to an old habit of picking at the nails. I willed them to stop and knocked.
God what if he answered the door naked? Perverts did that right? The idea sent a rush of lust threw me. It was weird to think I hadn't even considered this before, it was exhilarating and felt right. Not the pervert naked at the door thing but...I don't know. It was hard to place. I just felt like I had a lot more riding on this stranger than I did either of my 'highschool sweethearts'.
The door opened and there he stood. A massive, appropriately dressed polar bear with a grin on his face. "You came. I'm glad." He waved his younger guest inside. I entered, turning to face this imposing man. My face must have looked worse than it usually did because he chuckled and held out a paw, "Jason. Jay for sort." He said simply.
He was well put together, almost like a teacher. He dressed casually, but to be honestly my idea of home attire was not a button up and some khakis. If I were in my own place id have opted for less anyway. The thought flushed my cheeks and I was re-relieved he had dressed up so well.
"Carl." I said simply, looking around so I could stop staring. I didn't even know what it was about him that I was looking at but I felt like I was being rude. "You have a very nice place." Damn, that felt almost rude too.
He smiled and looked around too, beholding his own home "Yeah I like it, gets the job done." He beckoned me to the kitchen where he pulled a bottle and some glasses down, "Do you drink?"
"Every now and then." I lied, "Usually just special occasions." I amended.
He gave me a look that made me stop where I stood. I couldn't look away from him, "Is this a special occasion?" I managed a nod, taking an offered glass and sipping its dry content.
We sat across the island in his kitchen. Him grinning, me trying to think of anything to say. We both sipped at once, his sip turned into gulps and he finished the first glass with relish. I felt inclined to drink more.
"So you're new to this?"
I shifted on my paws, "Is it that obvious?" a few ideas of how to seem more experienced to this man filled my head immediately. Most of them were movie clichés though and I was probably too nervous to even lie about it. Id probably just end up describing the plot of a film.
"Your profile said virgin silly. Relax, I wont bite." He sipped again from his second glass, "Unless you want me to that is, I do like to nibble." He smiled and I froze again. His confidence was hypnotic. It was well deserved though, he had probably done this before with ridiculous looking guys on their first trip into the dating scene in a small town. Not to mention he had the home field advantage.
"Right," I grinned into my glass, realizing I hadn't responded "I threw it together so fast..." I left the statement open ended but didn't know where I was going with the point. Instead I finished the drink. "What is that?" I asked, grabbing the bottle to read it. 'Lost Dog'
Smooth.
"Whiskey." Jay replied. He slipped the bottle from my paw and poured another glass for me. He let his paw linger on mine and I felt my body tighten. The bear chuckled, like he knew what his touch had done, "I hope this isn't awkward. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. Will you stay the night?" He eyed the clock, "We could start with like, a movie and go from there. Shoot the shit. See if this is up your alley?"
His voice was deep and rang through me, his entire presence was physical and strong but not un-nerving. I felt myself nod and he led me to the couch.
"So is this really your first time? Have you even kissed a guy?" Jay asked. It didn't sound rude but it made my ears drop. Maybe I should have started smaller than show up at some dude's house. What if this wasn't for me? Girls were supposed to be for me and I would up in some guys house questioning all these things!
"Nope," I answered honestly. "I have had two girlfriends but nothing serious." Jay nodded and turned on the tv. "What about you?" I asked sarcastically but casually. "Ever kissed a guy?"
That made him smile, and that smile made my tail wag beneath me. It was a toothy goofy smile that made his eyes squint a bit. "Once or twice." He admitted with the same tone I had given him. "Done a few other things too. Any questions? Any Netflix recommendations?"
I pointed out a stand up performance I had been meaning to get around too and started thinking with that whiskey still going down smooth. Did I have questions? I mean, this entire experience was one giant question really but...did It really all boil down to chicks or dicks?
"To be honest, I have no idea how this is supposed to work."
"How so? The actual like-" he waved his paw around in the air looking for a polite way to say 'sex'. It made my ears dropped but I nodded.
"Like, leading up to it and the actual..." I trailed off, unsure what I was trying to say. "Roles?" I tried, thinking about what I was saying and trying to do a live analysis of it. It was true, I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing but-
"Well, the way I see it is that we will find out. Sex isn't a solid thing. There is no step 1-5 for everyone. Hell I know some guys who just want get to it. Step 4 and 5 only." He grinned, looking at the screen, looking back at his experiences. "Some guys want a bunch of other steps between the start and finish. You just do what feels right and communicate. A good partner will work with it."
The room went quiet apart from the Ferret on screens loud introductory animation.
Everything else happened rather quickly.
I explained my girlfriends and how we never made it passed kissing. That communication had never really been an issue.
He asked if they were good kissers.
I gave no professional opinion.
He told me about some of the good and bad kisses he had had.
I grinned and we toasted to good kisses.
He kissed me before I could get the glass to my lips. I don't remember setting the glasses down. He was gentle but possessive. He held me close from his odd angle on the couch like I was going to bolt but I never tried. I kissed back and felt a rush of adrenaline kick passed the alcohol.
He asked me how it was. I kissed him that time. He moaned into my mouth and I swear I felt it rush through me like electricity. He was so warm and the leather couch was cold as he pushed me down on it. He leaned over me and lifted my shirt enough to gently grab at the soft fur on my hips and belly. Me paws went to his neck and back, keeping him pressed against me.
He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, it was his turn to look embarrassed. "S-sorry, I didn't think you'd be so receptive to that." He managed with that goofy smile from before. "I thought you'd look cute and shy again not-" he stopped and chuckled. "How was I?"
I couldn't tell you what my face looked like. I felt like I was glowing but couldn't even imagine what that transferred to on my mug. "Better than Lisa." I shrugged. Was i...teasing him? God. I had no idea what came over me. He raised an eyebrow.
"Only better than the one? We'll see about that."
He was on me again, his hands slow but firm. Every exploration was met with the barest moment of hesitation, his movements not requesting permission but seeking approval. His kiss took a similar approach. His teeth nibbled my lips and his kisses traced down my neck. All slow and steady.
My head was a warm rush, every sensation was an experience on its own. Small wonderful parts of a bigger beast. And man was he a big beast. His firm belly and wide shoulders, his large tongue and careful claws; all of it screamed predatory, but that only seemed to give me more of a thrill. I felt myself whimper, felt my hands get more confident in their personal adventures. My paws tightened around his firm rear and without hesitation gave it a squeeze. He liked that if the growl of hot air he breathed into my shoulder was any indication.
After a time that seemed to both last a lifetime and be far too short he sat back up, pulling off his shirt and guiding me up. He lay back on the couch now, shirtless and me straddling him. I almost looked away, feeling like I was put on stage but I couldn't pull my eyes from his exposed body. His fur was soft but short, his musculature was well defined in it. Both of his nipples were pierced and id be lying if I didn't feel my pants tighten just taking him all in. He seemed to notice with a grin smile that seemed both playful and cocky.
I accepted this challenge, throwing off my own shirt without being asked and before he could tell me not to rush. I didn't want to admit it, but I felt like I had something to prove despite his previous promises of the contrary.
"Like what you see?" he asked, just before my shirt came off. It was his turn to drink me in. His eyes widened with lust and hunger, despite his current belly up position, he sat up and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips to my chest and belly, holding me still and he licked and kissed across my chest and nipples. I wrapped my arms around him too, making more submissive noises as he made me feel unlike anyone else had ever. He seemed to have a map of what would set me off and followed it top the 'T'.
"Jay..." I breathed out, heavily, groaning as he gave my nipples another nibble.
He pulled away and looked up, "Call me Master Jay." He asked, waiting there for me to comply.
"Master Jay." I was red in the face. The words felt kinky. Not 'Vanilla' at all. But boy did they set the bear off. He growled and pulled me on top of him, groping my ass through my jeans and grinding into me. We made out some more, but despite being atop of him, I still felt he was in total control. His presence, his body language, it all felt powerful and gentle. Savage and tame. Lustful and calm.
But it also felt hungry, and this hunger was contagious. There was a need in me that I could not explain and yet knew exactly how to satisfy. A switch flipped and I knew what I wanted to do and I could not bring myself to overthink it and ruin this.
I wanted to get him off.
More than anything, even more than satisfying my aching, jean-imprisoned cock, I wanted; NEEDED, to get this bear off. Was I so bold? Would I actually be able to do more than be present? His needs became paramount to mine. My question had been answered in a carnal and natural manner. This was most certainly what I was into.
I sat up, refusing to just be present but actually participate. He looked almost disappointed I had stopped his fun but I skootched down and went to work unbuttoning his pants.
He went back to looking cocky "Suddenly the eager beaver huh? You really want Master Jay's dick huh?" I nodded, cursing pant buttons for being so complicated to undo from this angle. "Answer me pup."
I stopped and felt that electric rush again. A week ago I had been the second or third scariest guy in school, now I was a pup, serving a master in the most intimate of ways. I was small and he was big. I was all too willing prey to this apex predator. "Yes sir."
I didn't know Polar bears could purr but that was the only way to describe it. He stopped me then, getting up and guided me up the stairs to a large master suite. When I say large I mean it took up the entire second floor space. Everything inside was neat and tidy, the room was well lit and the en suite bathroom looked luxurious from what I could see of it.
My heart was in my throat and I gulped painfully as we made it to the bed. He faced me and dropped to his knees, undoing my pants slowly. I went to help him but he slapped my paw away. "I want to do it." He merely said, and I was more than happy to let him have his way.
His motions were ever patient. He groped my tenting pants and dropped the jeans, nuzzling up against my well packed underwear. And just when I though I had had enough he dropped those ever so slowly and watched my cock flop out. The bear licked his lips, taking hold of my thick red rocket and cupping my balls. "You have a pretty good set up here." He smiled up at me. "Not too thick, a good length. The ladies sure are missing out, but im glad I get to partake."
I recognized this as another stopping point. He was getting my permission. "It gets the job done." I said simply, unsure how to initiate sexy bedroom talk. The first lick made me hold my breath, the second made me moan, but when he took the head of my member into his maw I felt my knees shake.
Jay looked up with a knowing grin, helping me step out of my pants and socks before he sat me down and started giving me my first blowjob. He really seemed to know what he was doing, again, somehow acquiring a map of my weaknesses. He tugged my balls and gripped behind my forming knot and licked and twisted and sucked. His head bobbed and he licked my balls and all I could do was try to focus on not cumming on the spot. I shot a particularly large bit if pre at him when he squeezed my knot and I honestly thought I was done for but he eased me back down from the edge.
It was nirvana. Bliss. Truly this was a feeling well beyond masturbation. The intimacy and edging and thrill of it was all just adding up. I can see now why people use 'jerk-off' as an insult; I never knew I could feel this good and from what I had been told from Rodney and porn, this wasn't even the main event!
A few more minutes of edging me and he stopped with the wet slurp, wiping the drool from his maw, "I love a good BJ. God you're so hot." He stood up, "But I've got some needs too."
I laughed to myself, covering my face, trying not to look stupid. "What's funny?" he asked with that goofy smile again, but an uneasiness in his voice. He cupped my balls again, drawing me back, making me look up at his from my back on the bed.
"I think I had my first...'I want to try that' experience."
His ear flicked and his teeth flashed again with that lust, "Did you now? What does the pup want to try out?"
I got off the bed and on my knees, undoing his button for real this time and repeated what he did to me. His underwear though was a gloriously full jock strap, his massive balls already hanging out of them. He cursed his balls for ruining the effect of the underwear but I told him it was even better this way. I took in the scent, the taste of his balls on my tongue and the feeling of my nose pressing into the constrained fabric. I felt a wet spot and licked, seeing if it was salty and finding the sampling too small to really tell.
Darn my scientific curiosity, there was only one way to find out right?
Off came the jockstrap and out came a beast of a cock. I knew bears were thick, but I never knew how long they were or how insufficient their sheath was. I was on my knees in worship of this moment. This thing that crossed my mind. This aspect of sex and porn I actually wanted to try out.
"Sir, I want to try deep throating." I spoke up, my paw caressing his balls and squeezing his dick like he had mine. I could feel the bear shiver and heard him moan. Fuck I loved that sound.
"Do you now?" he asked, playing with my ears and chuckling, "It'll take some practice you know, lets not get too ahead of yourself pup. You might be a natural but I know very few who can take all of me at all, let alone on the first shot."
I blushed, unaware of the impossibility of my request, "Can we try?"
He chuckled, grabbing my jaw and making me look up at him, his smile was endearing. "We can certainly try, we have all night."
That was all I needed. Despite my euphoria earlier I had been taking notes. With his release of my mouth I got to work.
I clocked him in at 11 inches, but my mind might have been trying to just make a foot of cock sound smaller to my greedy mouth. I had hoped my long jaw would assist me more in my goal but honestly after my lips got just passed halfway down his dick I felt the first uncomfortable tickle in my throat. I recoiled, but tried to make it look like I had meant to. I stroked what parts of him I couldn't get in my greedy, drooling mouth. I cupped his balls and relished the sensation of his paw guiding my mouth slowly up and down his length. How he played with my ears but let me go at my own pace with the barest hint of his influence. He moaned and 'fuck'-ed and thrusted on reflex and told me I was a good pup.
I loved every second of it. I loved the saltiness of his cock and the sweatiness of his musk and the feeling of drool covered balls on my chin. I loved the sounds he made and that I made him make them. But man was I in over my head. He said it would take practice but after a full ten minutes of this my jaw hurt and I had hardly been able to get the seventh inch in comfortably, just barely hitting the eighth with gagging.
"God pup you are a natural cock-sucker." He said in a hush, and to my chagrin he stood me up and kissed my wet mouth hard, groping my ass. "We have all night to train your throat pup, and I'll be honest I have a throat numbing spray that might make it easier but...I have a wish of my own."
I stopped, ears dropping. How could I have suddenly made it all about me?! "I-im sorry, I didn-"
He stopped me, "No apologies necessary pup, god definitely don't apologize for that." He smiled that predatory grin, grabbing his cock and giving it a show-offy tug. "But I do think I want a crack at that ass of yours."
I stopped, holding my breath and suddenly realizing just HOW sore my jaw was, eyeing his member with trepidation. Was I really ready for this?
Better yet, was that even a question? I was so ready for this.
Mentally.
"We'll go slow of course. We can use a safe word so I can tell the difference between your discomfort and your actual willingness to make it stop. 'tangerine'. Something you wouldn't shout out during this." He grinned, walking to his nightstand and coming back with lube and a towel.
I gulped again, nodding and followed his direction. My heart was going a mile a minute. Breathing was hard and yet I was doing too much of it. He bent me over the bed which was perversely level with his crotch. He wasted no time. First came a spank, then another and another. Then he spread my cheeks and lifted my tail. "What a great ass you have pup. Truly the whole package." His tongue was even longer than I remembered, and expertly brandished. He hit spots I didn't know existed and I moaned loudly and unapologetically. I squirmed and he held me in place. I swore and felt my cock drip awkwardly pressed into the bed. I grabbed the sheets and felt him grab my balls again.
Then I heard him move again behind me, standing up and leaning over me. His pure size pressing me down, Suffocating me under his grandeur. He breathed in my ear and licked my neck and I felt his dick press into my lower back.
Then he stuffed his jockstrap in my mouth. "You like my musk don't you pup." I froze, unable to respond but with my senses overwhelmed by that musk again I felt myself drool and nod. I was aware that this was, I could feel the finality of it. There was really no going back after this. The last hurdle. I felt no real hesitation though. I could tell I wanted this. I wanted to please this man, this master. More than anything.
My tail wagged and he grabbed it unceremoniously, easing the first of his lubed fingers into my virgin hole. He was smooth but unrelenting. No sooner did he press passed my first barrier did he keep going. I felt strange and foreign, honestly I was not originally sure I liked the sensation, but the further in he got the less confused I was and the more certain I became.
This was real bliss. Bent over, a master three fingers deep in you with the promise of a whole 12 inches. This was where I stopped thinking all together. I just lived. I drooled into the sweaty jock and into his beg. I groaned and cringed when he went too fast and I recoiled once but I just sat there in a puddle of joy. He could and most likely would do anything he wanted to me and I was fine with that.
When he pressed the first few inches of his dick in I was adequately prepared. He took extra care to spread me, relishing my virgin hole. Now though was the time to satisfy his hunger. His hips moved generously. He put in little by little between slow movements. His paws traced up and down my back. Then they gripped my hips. Pressed into my shoulders. He tried out a few positions and settled on gripping the shoulders when he was about halfway in.
I felt so full, yet my hunger was not satiated. Despite this pain and pleasure I still wanted to be apart of his experience. I gave my rump a wiggle, I tried to thrust back into him but all I could do was squirm. He growled, licking my neck again, drawing another grown from me. "You are such a naughty pup aren't you? Didn't even know yourself? Now you're just begging master to fuck your ass." I nodded, squirming again as a sign of 'yes!'. "Naughty naughty boy. I'm gunna fuck you so hard you'll come without touching your dirty cock." I moaned into the gag, he forced another two inches in and I groaned again.
God how much more of him was there? He was already running along what I assumed was my prostate. My head was exploding with light and pleasure and the electric current only started up again when he moved. He pushed, and god did it hurt but he pushed and pushed until he was pressing the fold of his tummy into my tail. He let out a satisfied growl. "Now we're talking."
He pulled back, sending the lights off in my body again and he pressed in. Hard. I moaned and bucked and whimpered as he picked up a steady pace. This bear crashed into my body like a mountain and I could only think how I wanted it more. How I wanted to tell him to go harder. Regardless of my desires and my inability to communicate them he sped up. "This is a good fuck boy, Chirst." Master went on. "A real good hole. I'm glad I got to break it in. gunna be destroyed when im done with it bitch!" He went harder. Shorter but forceful motions that moved my whole body and reminded me of a piston in a factory. He grabbed the scruff of my neck and pulled me up, my cock bouncing against my belly now. The gag fell out with all my drooling and whimpering, he could hear it all now. "Fuck yeah! Oh my god....you want it bitch? You wanna cum?"
I nodded, going for my dick, sensing he was going to be done soon, but he twisted my paw behind my back, pressing my face and chest into the mattress. "Don't touch that, its mine now pup and I already promised id make you cum hands free." He continued to pump into me, despite the pain and pleasure and the euphoria crashing over me he didn't stop. When I cried out into the sheets and came in torrents over the side of his bed he only laughed. The bear was a machine, but even he had a breaking point.
Without any warning he hit harder than ever before, three large, succinct motions and I could feel a warmth spread in me. He was panting, drooling onto me I realized only after, and he crashed behind me, keeping his large cock buried in me and spooning me on the bed. His hot breath crashed over me, and I realized I was panting too.
We sat there in the afterglow, his paws absently playing with my nipple. Finally, we caught our breaths. I looked back at him with amazement and adoration. He grinned and closed his eyes. "We still got all night right pup?" he asked, kissing my ears. "Master has a nice little shower set up if you wanna clean up with me."
I grinned, "sounds awesome."