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Paul lay there in his tent, sleeping bag open, tent flap unzipped and hanging loose. He had been slowly fondling a semi for the past fifteen minutes and was greatly enjoying the thrill of his minor exhibitionism.

It was a welcomely warm Friday afternoon on the long weekend of Easter and Paul had decided he was going to grab his camping gear and just be somewhere else for it. He was fairly prone to randomly heading out on his motorbike and hitting up the campsites to disconnect from life. Usually, it was just him, his phone, a tent and a little camping stove. Just for the comfort, and probably something in his otter DNA, he always picked somewhere with running water nearby.

His desire to be disconnected for a few days was a delightful counterpoint to what he would do when he got home -- upload all the videos he'd taken of himself masturbating in the woods, the campsite, the showers, anywhere public, really. If he was super lucky, someone might hold his phone for him and record him, they might even join in and they'd get their rocks off together.

He smirked as he untucked his fattening length from his boxers and started to openly toy with it. Sometimes someone would walk past the tent, but they didn't seem to look in. He pulled over his phone, opened the camera and began filming the start of his wanking session.

Oh boy was he horny. He'd been saving himself for a few days and was looking forward to this warm-up wank ahead of the rest of the four-day weekend. His dick throbbed up to fully erect as his thoughts swam and it would throb pleasurably when someone unsuspectingly walked past.

Paul had started to lose himself to the act when he noticed a heavy set looking bear about twice his age just stood on the path, hands on hips and openly grinning at him. Instead of jumping, Paul was delighted and started to wriggle his hips, pulled his thick otter tail up into a curl to hide the view of what he was doing. He smirked at the bear and kept going, making sure to frame his onlooker in the shot of his camera.

The bear stayed there, unashamedly watching and not moving except for a slow stirring in his khaki shorts. Paul grinned and tilted his head welcomingly. The bear took a look up and then down the path and then slowly padded to the tent. Silently, he drew himself up to the curled tail, pulled it slowly straight and dived his nose right into Paul's balls, nuzzling and sniffing hungrily at them.

Paul moaned loudly and tried to keep the camera steady, pushing his strokes on a bit more intensely as the stranger started to lap at his nuts with a thick, raspy tongue. Before he knew what was happening, the bear's maw had covered the tip of his cock and was hungrily suckling away, encouraging the otter's webbed paws out of the way and stroking the base while his muzzle worked the head and shaft.

Paul was in heaven, dancing on the cusp of his orgasm. Before he knew it he was tensing up and beginning his convulsing. The stranger sensed it and pushed himself all the way down the shaft and started suckling and licking the underside, encouraging the flow of Paul's seed.With a grunt, Paul fired his first shots right into the back of the bear's throat with a thrust of his hips, starting a wave of shots that caused the otter to get a little dizzy.

The bear placed his massive hands on Paul's hips to steady the orgasmic thrusting and that's when Paul noticed the ring on the bear's right hand. Shit. He was married. Paul tensed up and that caused his orgasm to wane, the last trickles of his seed being deftly licked off by the bear as his maw released the otter's now shrinking dick. He stood up, licked his muzzle and winked, withdrawing from the tent, standing up and adjusting his incredible looking package and gave a cheerful wave.

In the blink of an eye, the bear was gone, trudging further up the path. Paul didn't know what to make of that encounter but he knew he was feeling a both thrilled and guilty in fairly equal amounts.

He stopped recording, pulled his clothes back on and then got up to go find himself a drink in the campsite shop. When he returned, he found a piece of paper laying on his sleeping bag. On it was written a phone number accompanied by a little crudely drawn bear face.

He sent a quick text to the number, "Hey man".

The response was instant, "Hey that was hot, gonna go walking tomorrow wanna come?"

"Sure, sounds good". The otter settled himself down on his bed and chuckled at the idea of going for a walk in the woods with the older bear.

"Right on. Do me a favour?"

"Uh sure" Paul was a bit worried the bear was going to ask him to delete the video he'd been recording.

"Send me the vid? I wanna show my wife"

Paul stared at his phone and then attached the video to a message. He was dumbfounded. He was also incredibly aroused.

Minutes passed and then another message landed from the strange bear, "She thought it was really hot, wants to know if you and I will do another tomorrow,"

Paul's jaw hung open. It was going to be an interesting weekend.