FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Have you ever wanted to rule a neighborhood without anyone outside of it ever truly knowing? Did you ever want to have that level of control that no one could challenge with a whole heart? If you answered yes to either of these-or no like a complete simpleton-welcome to the world of Horace the Polar Bear.

Resident Man Tamer.

---

"Got another hour, boy. Make it worth my while and I don't tell your dad where you actually go to study."

"P-please don't..."

"Then keep pushing."

The *plap plap plap-plap-plap* of sex in progress must mean that someone was getting their snatch or butt screwed above and beyond the call of duty. But if one thought this was your average sex scene, then they'd be wrong. The noises weren't coming from any of the homes nor any backyards. Well, that least bit wasn't exactly true.

You see, there was a shed in the backyard of a cozy-looking 3-story and in it was something straight out of fantasy.

A polar bear with more fat than fur on his body was nonchalantly bent over his work bench while a 20-something year old giraffe lad pumped cock meat into not the old ursine's ass, but the black cunt that stretched without a twinge of pain. The giraffe was aching, having been worked so far from his limit it felt like his dick was on fire, and yet the bear kept telling him to go on and threatening to snitch on him to his lone parent unless he kept thrusting into that black seed sucker of a vagina.

That's meant literally, for the giraffe began to cum what felt like another bucket into the bear's hot box and not one drop oozed back out past that cock. One could clearly see the long-necked equine in the throes of a jizzfest forced out of him by pleasure he stopped wanting minutes ago, so it wasn't a farce or a diminutive load being shot inside that plush, sopping pussy.

"I tell ya, Georgie, yer really testing me right now..."

"But sir, I...c-cummed in..."

"I didn't tell yer skinny ass t' stop thrustin'. Get back to it or imma have t' ask yer older brother t' get their rocks off in me."

Georgie must not like being replaced and reluctantly got himself back into the motions of fucking, hips exhaustedly trudging on with half-hearted pumps that barely let those shrunken balls nudge the bear's folds.

"Mr. Horace...I can't..." No matter how much he tried, his dick couldn't stay up for the job. It was soft as a feather long before he came to a stop and the bear tsk'd as he felt it flop out of his cunt without the giraffe even pulling back.

"Damn shame. You talked all that shit 'bout bein' th' only dick I was gon' need an' ya cain't even last fer half an hour." Those words cut deep into Georgie's pride and he felt tears start welling up in his eyes. But Horace went on, "Maybe next time you wanna brag, have some bite t' yer bark. Get out mah shed."

The giraffe stormed out, head in his arm as he fought hard not to cry while he ran home. Horace stood up straight and cracked his back, patting his rotund belly and grumbling to himself. "These damn kids need some bigger balls. They don't make 'em like they used to..."

Left disappointed and hungry for more action, Horace strolled back into his house and made a move for watching TV. He strolled past his discarded sandwich from earlier and got on his couch. An unconscious grizzly bear was already laying there, occupying the whole space, but with Horace' bigger frame he made the younger ursine look like a cub. The old polar bear took a firm seat right on that crotch, feeling the lad's flaccid meat slip into his honey pot and stir a bit. Oh, is this one gonna come back up and finish?

After a good ten minutes of squeezing that bear cock with that ebony snatch, Horace came up short and just left it alone. All these neighborhood boys were getting sloppy. None of them last more than a dozen rounds, none of them can stay up for a good hour when they couldn't do the moving anymore and none of them have been to Horace' standards in years. Like hell, he knew them all when they were high school kids and he was their Advanced Placement Literature teacher. Georgie, this bear, a wolf, a pair of lions and a prairie dog had all been in that class for their senior year and they all happened to live within Horace' reach so he could woo them into a real challenge for their curriculum.

Taming this pussy.

Horace has had to endure disappointment after disappointment with these boys, from hair-trigger dicks to balls way too underloaded with spunk. It was like not even getting up in these boys' faces and making them watch that thick, black cunt wink and squirt some real juice on their heads would do the trick these days. Georgie had been Horace' last home convenience-coincidence since he had come for him last out of the bunch of them-and the giraffe pulled up just as short as the rest.

Eh, fuck it. He can't mull over it forever. Sex ed was a scarce topic in schools no thanks to parents being all religious about their children learning about sex in school rather than at home with awkward pep talks and vague descriptions of what to do and what not to do. It was like they didn't want the world to know that they were being lazy with the most important aspects of a growing kid's life and didn't want anyone other than their friends to know that they were slacking. But Horace knew...He used to be a sex ed teacher before the subject was starting to drop off as a class nation-wide and he had been demoted to nothing more than a glorified english teacher.

So in the end, it wasn't his fault that he was sucking these boys dry long before he even gushed once.

Horace let that bear flop out of his dick trap of a cunt, still as soft as it was going in and painfully reminding him of his situation. He was horny beyond comprehension and being agitated was the only thing keeping it from being apparent to a curious eye. He eventually got up from crushing the grizzly bear with his fat ass and moved to his cell phone charging on a nearby decor table.

Horace clicked it open and unlocked it with a practiced swipe across the screen. His phone didn't have any new notifications, so he decided to dig through his text messages for somebody in particular. He had to avoid looking at his most recent texts as it had been him getting the boys to come crawling out of their bedrooms while they enjoyed their summer break from college/university to give him some dicking and seeing their names just made him want to stop and take a nap instead of quelling the fire in his black hole of a pussy.

Eventually, he came across the contact he was looking for and felt his mustache twitch with glee as he saw the contact's name. "Come Up" was the assigned identity to this glimmer of hope for Horace' sex life and he briskly hit the call button for the number.

It rang twice and Horace had to hold back excitement as he heard that not-so-familiar voice on the other line. "Beef Bros Entertainment, how can I help you?"

Shit, it's the secretary. That old broad was a bigger stick in the mud than Horace' first fuckbuddy. Always tried to do everything in their power to not have sex all day until Horace had to take control and make them until they passed out. "Yeah, is Harold there?"

"He's in a meeting right now, would you like me to schedule an appointment for you instead, sir? The fastest I can secure you in is....Wednesday at 18:00."

"Uh, how about no? Not about t' sit here and watch mah un-creamed muffin drip all o'er mah floor. Get Harold on the line 'r tell him Horace said he ain't doin' no mo' subs." This seemed to do the trick, as the polar bear caught wind to the sound of startled panicking at a desk before one righted themselves to not seem disturbed.

"Is this...Horace?" Her voice wasn't that drone of a rehearsal that she had answered with anymore. That's more like it.

"Yeah, it's me. Still kickin' an' still gettin' left high an' dry. Gon' get Harold 'r not?"

"One moment, sir..." Harold didn't hear her put him on hold, so he just laid his phone back down and dropped down to the floor. He was supposed to hit the stiff carpet but instead he came crashing down on Wilbur, the wolf kid he had roped into his house a few hours ago. He was out like a light thirty minutes in and his knot couldn't keep him going no matter how many times Horace milked it to keep him hard as steel. So the old man had tried giving him a pill to keep his dick erect so that he wouldn't be a total letdown and he was pleased to find that Wilbur had become something of a living toy with how he was out cold yet his dick was red hot in activity despite nothing happening to it.

When he tried to adjust himself with that knot inside of him, he heard some shuffling on the speaker to his cell phone and brought it back to his ear and heard Harold's secretary speak again. "One moment, patching you in."

"Finally...." While that transpired, Horace tried to check if Wilbur was starting to fill up yet so he could keep himself entertained while he tried setting something up with his old friend, but nothing special happened between being left to wait and being greeted to the deep voice of Harold on the other line.

"Hello?" That monotonous walrus tone was always amusing to Horace, for Harold always spoke of living the fast life and making things exciting everyday. And look where he's at now.

"Well damn, if yer that hungry fer action, I should just come down there an' give ya some. I could use it."

"Let's not...I still had to wear ice packs in my pants for two weeks because of that shit you pulled last year."

"Oh hush, ya looked like ya were havin' fun while I was gettin' busy so I don't see th' problem."

"I was in th' middle of an important meeting about networking with other companies for revenue."

"Yah sound as bored as ya looked that day b'fore I came through, so shut up."

"What do you want?" Okay, the tusked fella was getting annoyed now. Better make it snappy before he can't call in that favor.

"I need one o' yer boys down here. See if they cain't blow mah back out so I can sleep good t'night."

"What happened to your little boy scout troop you wouldn't shut up about a month ago?"

"They got 'bout as much stamina as yer desk tramp." While that should have been insulting to Harold, he sympathetically seethed into the phone.

"Ouch, sounds like you came up short."

"Yeah, don't remind me. One o' 'em got th' size o' a digit 'tween their legs. Most embarrassin' thing I ever tried ridin'."

"Why didn't ya pill 'em up t' standard?"

"I did."

"Ooooooh....yikes. Well, as for your request....most of the ones that fit your standards are all out making movies so you're ass out if you want Paul again."

"Dammit, I was really lookin' forward t' that donkey. He knows how t' hit it right unlike these youngins." That ass actually outlasted Horace in a nearly twenty-four hour session that started at the front door and ended at the front door as the donkey had departed for a bite to eat. Horace had been left drooling out of his black cunt like tomato paste being crushed inside of a busted can for a good several hours back then and it left an impression on him to this day.

"What about Henry? Been hearin' he's doin' well out in th' field."

Henry was that honey badger, right? "Can't." Fuck. "He's out too. Ryan hasn't answered any calls for if he's coming in so he's got a few days before I put him on probation... Dean and Jay are flying in from Fiji tomorrow...How does Terry sound for your tastes?"

"Can he las' longer than me?"

"I dunno. He could try, the guy's bright enough as it is when we start shooting the good stuff.

"Nah, I need a fella that's big, strong, hung like two bulls in one an' got balls bigger than mah honey pot."

"...Is that why you called for me directly?" Ah, gottem. That description was one Horace knew would get the gears turning for Harold.

"Maybe. I might be missin' th' way yah hit this pussy like I was fightin' fer yer heavyweight title an' bet on t' win against ya. It'd be like ole times sake, 'cept wit' no dean t' try an' catch us in th' act so he can expel us."

Harold started guffawing on the other end, making the bouncing polar bear smirk as he brought up the old days when his sex drive was starting to go off the charts and his only willing outlet was the walrus. Though the bear had to wait a good bit before the other guy stopped laughing, and by then he got tired of riding this wolf lad and just sat down to keep his knot on alert. "That ole fart of a bat was always ready to track us down whenever you started getting wet. Think he was training himself to be a bloodhound just so he knew to separate us before I could come set you straight."

"Yeah, them was th' days....So ya gon' come?"

"Aaaaah.....Oh what the hell? Ain't shit happening up here but calls and boring meetings. I'll drive up there and see ya in half an hour. Try not to rub those kids raw while you're waiting. I know how you get when you're "impatient"."

"C'mon, ya ain't gotta bring that up, it was one time!"

"Yeah yeah, see ya in 30 ya damn freak." The call was ended and Horace was barely able to put his phone back on the charger before he got a jump of rushing fluids pouring out of his cunt and onto Wilbur's lower half. None of it was tainted with pearly white so you know this old bear was a professional at making guys' dicks tremble in fear at the prospect of fucking it.

Well, most guys.

Horace brought himself back to his feet, stretching out his legs so they didn't cramp up once Harold got to work. From there, he hauled Wilbur off the floor and to a guest room that was empty save for the unconscious lion on the bed.

"Y'all really gotta start workin' yerselves out. Cain't be expectin' free pussy like this t' jus' accept yer lackin' stamina. 'Specially you, Leon." He dumped the wolf on top of the feline and went back out to bring the bear in there too. They had to be out of the way so Harold didn't have any distractions to make him stop at any point, so Horace put a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the knob and went back to his living room. He didn't sit down right away, but he put a tub on the floor at his feet before he did.

As time went on, the nearing arrival time for the walrus kept bringing a jolt of excitement into the polar bear and he had to stand up and let his juices shoot down into that rubber bucket between his legs so he didn't soil anything else. He already had to mark off the wet spot from Wilbur earlier so he'd rather limit the amount of cleaning up he had to do still. Least it wasn't cum, just liquid arousal.

By the time he had to get up a fourth time to fill that tub with pussy juice, he heard someone knock on the door and he shouted, "Hol' up!", before finishing up his little problem and stomping his way to the door. He knew who it was but it still felt like college all over again as he clicked the door open to let Harold in.

The walrus was out of his business formalities and only wore a flower-print tee and sports shorts, but all of that was nothing when he had junk sagging down towards his knees.

"You get bigger las' time we met?" Horace was skeptical that the walrus might be on the pill because last time they crossed paths the tusked gentleman in front of him was not sagging this low.

"We haven't done this in a year or so, so I wouldn't put it past my libido to build up with all the business I have to tend to. You gonna invite me in or do you want me to sweat my balls off first?"

"Fine, c'mon in. Got th' kids outta mah hair so you bes' not be askin' too many questions." Horace moved back and to the side so that Harold could fit in through the door way, mostly on account of his gut being a few feet ahead of him. He never wants to hear that he's putting on weight, but Horace wants him to start accepting that it's there rather than ignore it and just live life. The two elderly men got on the couch after Horace closed the door and all it took was a swish of that tub of "water" before Harold cracked the ice.

"Got a bit antsy waitin' for me?"

"What can I say? A dick that knows what it's doin' an' doesn't quit is good dick in mah honest opinion. Plus, ya left me pourin' yer cock snot on mah bed an' it was hell t' clean up wit'out gettin' a toy t' calm mahself down."

"You really are that sex freak that tried to make me fail college, aren't you?"

"'Ey, I didn't make ya fail. I was just hopin' that ya'd give me some dick every time I asked. An' look where ya are now, CEO o' a porn company."

"You know I wanted to be a CEO for Appliance companies, not helping people direct guys into girls, guys into guys and girls onto girls so people can get their rocks off at home." Harold was still a bit sore that after all of his education he still couldn't achieve his dreams of owning a big-name company, instead of a less renown one in the lewd entertainment business.

"It works. Yah know how t' hire th' right folks who can look good wit' their dicks on camera."

"Makes me wonder why I had t' fire you if you're supposed to be the best pussy in town."

"Yer workers did th' convincin' fer that, not me. They ain't wanna work wit' me an' solo films wasn't cuttin' it in terms of reception, so ya had t' do what ya had t' do. Sounds like yer all doin' well wit'out me."

"We've been getting some questions about your whereabouts actually." Harold saw a gleam in the polar bear's eyes, so he did away with his shorts, showing off his sweaty package and letting it breathe some air. Once he dug them out of his ass, he brought them to his knees and Horace took the seat he wanted to take when the walrus arrived. Right on that giant dick. Even when flaccid, it slid right into that black bear box and slowly started to stiffen up in the confines of those muscled walls.

"Oh really? Who's askin'?" Horace made sure his ass wasn't pressing down too hard on Harold's lap before settling down on it.

"Yer first co-worker that had to be hospitalized due to your...eagerness."

"Oh Phil, always thought he didn't have th' balls t' match that big-ass dick o' his. Anyone else?"

"Oh jus' some closet folks who wondered about your history. They didn't seem to know much beyond your first two movies, so I just told them that you were no longer with us." Their chat should be heated beyond all measurement, especially since Harold's dick was big enough to make Horace's pussy stretch to its true limit, and the bear's clit had swollen to that fist-sized state that left it ready to make that cunny splash everything on sight. But the two old men were just getting back together to talk like they did this in their everyday life.

"Sugar coatin' it, huh? Yah coulda gave 'em mah number at least. Coulda been folks who wanted t' test this pussy out themselves." Now that they were mentioning genitals, Horace got his hips moving up towards the middle point of that obscenely large walrus cock and planted back down with a wet *shlap* that sounded like it hurt for both parties. But neither of them made a grunt of discomfort, and Horace was already going back up to do it again.

"I didn't wanna bother you with no-names that probably had as much stamina as the boys you loved to nag to me about. You and your standards for long-lasting partners that cum almost as much as you do."

"Th-they just don't make 'em like they used to..." It was like the genetics for a big dick had been lost to the ravages of time over the years and the only folks left with anything similar were aging men getting ready to hit their elderly years, and all that was left with a new generation with the energy to go a long time but lacked the stamina to boot. It was starting to irk Horace so he brought his slow hops to a bunny bounce so he didn't irritate himself again.

"I suppose. Can't expect every man to come out...h-hung like an elephant when they hit their maturity."

"L-least elephants don't need t' d-do much growin' b'fore they hit their peak size." That reminded Horace of one of his old neighbors, a trunked pachyderm who was big enough to leave the bear unable to walk straight for a month. And that was just off the strength of his thrusts-the cum leaked every time Horace moved.

"You're right about that. So rare for them to expose themselves though. P-people and their love for horses don't help them at all..."

"Who needs a stallion...w-when you can have a dick...big enough t' make ya wet on sight...?"

"That's easy for you to say...Elephants and walrus ass don't exactly...mix unlike thick bear pussy..."

Horace's riding had reached that point where the two of them couldn't be nonchalant about its happening anymore. Harold was picking up a sweat, panting with his tongue out to the side as his dick was massaged all over and left to soil that moisturized cunt with preseed. Horace' honey pot was way too prepared to have the walrus cum, already gushing out enough slick to make a Slip 'N Slide move without any surface friction and leaving the walrus' lap and the bear's crotch a sopping mess.

"That shouldn't stop ya....from tryin'...get some elephants in yer business, maybe? That should make 'em more aware....that there's some bigger dicks out there..."

"People don't like being told to change....'specially like that. Thought you learned something from the dean..."

"All he taught us was that he needed a dick in his life th' second he turned...18..."

The two of them were getting close, Harold being brought towards the edge and beyond much faster than Horace thanks to his lax sex drive in comparison to the polar bear always on the prowl for cocks. His loins, having been allowed to hang freely between his legs, were starting to scrunch back towards his dick in an attempt to bust a nut. And in tandem, his precum stopped making a mark in Horace' twat in exchange for a much better prize incoming. The bear was more than happy to help his walrus friend get his rocks off and quickened his sloppy bouncing to a point where it sounded like a party of steaks flopping onto a countertop after being washed down.

And before they could keep their conversation going, Harold broke first. He refrained from shouting while he unloaded a gooey barrel-load inside of Horace, biting into his lip without breaking skin before letting out a breath to ease himself. Didn't wanna get a cramp leaving some fresh milk inside of that bowl. Horace on the other hand was moaning without a shame, feeling that familiar discharge leave his gut swelling up against Harold and giving his cunt more heft as a new load took residence in its depths.

"All this humping's got me hungry...What's to eat?" Harold relaxed against the couch and ignored the smell of young man musk that had seeped into the backrest while he looked up at his polar bear partner for an answer. Horace rumbled a bit before making a move to pull off of Harold's dick.

"I can make some mac 'n cheese with some chicken breasts an' green beans if ya want somethin' simple." Horace' cunt already sounded like one stirring some shells with how much swishing could be heard from it. The walrus shrugged and followed suit in standing up, letting his dick point up towards the bear like it were accusing him of being a quitter so soon.

"Sure. Guess you're gonna need a pastime since you're not watching TV, eh?"

"Yah know me so well.~" The polar bear beckoned the tusked mammal to follow him, reaching up into his cabinets for the boxes of mac 'n cheese and the fridge for the thawed-out chicken resting in a bowl of water. The beans were in the freezer above the refrigerator, so he had to reach up and grab that.

All during that, Harold slipped his dick back into Horace and just stood behind him while those walls did the work for them; it was automatic even, how Horace' pussy could work a dick until it let loose baby batter inside of his deadweight womb without even needing to work his hips. Probably partial to why he had to fire the big bear from Beef Bros-a pussy this well-trained would put any lady out of business and any dick out of commission for months. Good thing he was built to handle it or he wouldn't be this at-ease inside of it.

Once Horace got the pots and skillet on the stove and boiling/sizzling up a storm in the kitchen, he leaned up against the countertop next to it all and relaxed his cunt, the green light for Harold to get his own action in. And he took it with pride, grabbing those fat, furry hips and cramming his monster all the way to the base without a care in the world that his balls were getting hair on them. It was a soft, casual fuck, both parties not even saying a word or making a noise of pleasure while walrus cock filled up bear pussy with the ease of fitting a foot into a shoe of the right size. One would think the two of them were made for each other.

But Horace was too licentious for a committed relationship and Harold wasn't as much as a sex addict as he was in the past to keep up with a drive like the bear's. So there you have it.

Harold already nutted, so it was the bear's turn to let loose, splashing bear juice all over the walrus' thighs and feet once it started pouring down his legs and forming a pool onto the floor. Horace clawed against the smooth marble surface as Harold fucked him into a climax and right through it too, leaving him with only one option in cumming again to make the mess worse for the two of them. The heat in his hot box was starting to calm down, so there was that.

Ten or so minutes passed and the food was nearly ready. The polar bear had flipped around so that he was laid out over the counter like a massage patreon waiting to get their "good ending" and Harold was able to toy with that beefy clit now that the bear's ass wasn't in the way of reaching around to play with its sensitive surface. Every squeeze on it had Horace gasping for breath and a fresh dispensing of slick onto Harold's balls, so the walrus kept that to occasion so he didn't make those legs too wobbly to move properly. That's also why he wasn't pumping into that black pussy like he owned it-it'd leave him more sore than it'd leave Horace.

Once the timers started going off, Harold helped Horace down off the counter and let him get on his foot, keeping a leg up so his dick didn't get uncomfortably twisted while they moved around until the bear was back to being hunched over to keep the tusked mammal in his snatch. Now that he could use both hands, he cut the burners off so he could filter the water out of the pots and clean the skillet off while dumping the fried chicken into a grease trap so they weren't completely distasteful nor burnt their tongues.

"Yah want any condiments on yers?"

"Nah, just seasoned." Horace hooked up his friend with some of that sprinkled goodness and made sure to stir the broccoli after so the taste wasn't as bland and watery as others tend to make it. Once the food was completely done, he let it sit to cool and went back to his place nearby so Harold could get back to his business of beating that pussy with his balls. Horace felt more comfortable on his back, so it was just a rocking ride from there for him. Harold, on the other hand, had to wipe his brow every couple minutes so he didn't get effort sweat in his eyes while he tried to get the bear to gush again without blowing another load.

Unfortunately for him, they both let loose just when the cooldown timer went off, Horace leaving yet another flood of juices to soil the both of them and make the floor even more of a hazard to step on and Harold leaving that pussy a war zone of mixed-up dick gunk that was steadily dominated by his constant explosions being let off inside the bear's depths. That cunt had grown even heavier trying to handle all of that seed and soon its weight left it open to continuously drip its arousal wherever it was left to rest.

Both of them were panting, Harold carefully moving back before trying to help Horace back off the countertop and the bear being grateful for the assistance because of his near-slip on the way down to get a firm stance on the wet floor. His cunny was like its own ball sack with the heft it pressured the base of Harold's dick with, but the walrus toughed it out and brought Horace back into a stable position so he could move around the kitchen again. Only this time, he was much more bloated and sluggish thanks to Harold's gallons of cum at the ready to be dispensed in his dick trap.

Plates were filled with cheesy goodness, necessary vegetables and crispy chicken but the two of them barely made it out of the kitchen before Horace settled on a dry counter to eat his food and left Harold to snort and eat while he pumped that pussy some more.

"You know...I'm starting to think that you miss me more than you let on..." Harold's dick was starting to get squeezed more often, leaving him with barely any leeway to be quick about taming Horace' hungry cunt.

"What makes ya say that, big guy? I'm jus' makin' sure this was worth yer while."

"Riiiight. When you're done trying to choke my chicken, maybe we can talk about you bugging my secretary while I'm in meetings?"

"'Ey, she needed a reminder that I was once a star in that buildin' o' yers. Not mah fault she was bein' a letdown."

"If we had excitable workers that sat at desks all day, one would think drugs were at play." Harold had to hold his food up in his hands because thrusting left both his and Horace' ass quaking from the force and it'd just be another mess to clean off the carpet and hardwood should he try using those white globes as a table.

"Let 'em think that. Shouldn't be a problem t' want yer workers t' enjoy their job no matter what it is." Horace felt another eruption start to kick up in his swollen hot box, so he spread his legs out so those balls could swing and slap up against his clit. Allowing that definitely kicked things up a notch and the bear was back to growling under his breath from the sparks of bliss rocking his body.

Harold felt the change in atmosphere too, that fleshy button being quite the goal to reach for and still so satisfying to ram up towards. His dick had veins growing along the sides from the renewed effort to not only get in balls-deep but have his balls tease that pussy into another climax and his ass was tensing up to a point where one could assume he was working it out but without the squats. He was glad he was eating because all this work was getting him to sweat bullets and he'd surely be starving by now without this platter in his hand.

The two aging men felt another rush between their respective organs and Horace let out a pleased growl as he felt backwash finally start pouring out of his pussy. Finally overstuffed, never thought he'd have this sensation again. He embraced it, leaving his cleared plate to sit and get cold while he did his best to keep the next flood of cream in his oversized juice pouch but failed miserably as walrus spunk drooled down his furry legs. Oh well, at least he didn't have to worry about going to bed feeling empty.

"Guess ya....called me at a great time if you're starting to give. My work here's done then?"

Unfortunately so, Horace nodded. "Yeah, just needed a real man's fillin' b'fore I thought o' nappin' or anythin' like that. Thanks, ole boy."

"No problem. Jus' try and call at a better time in the future." The wet *shlurp* of that girthy mountain of dick meat was loud enough to make someone listening in wince. "It's kinda hard to tell your associates to leave the room so you can tell your old friend that you'd be down to fuck 'em."

"Shoulda told 'em t' fuck each other t' pass th' time. It's an entertainment company based around porn fer fuck's sake."

"Not everyone's adjusted yet." Harold found his shorts and moved away from Horace to put them back on, but the bear was on him the second he squatted down to grab them.

"Hol' on there, lemme clean you up b'fore ya go gettin' caught by th' wife."

"Oh damn, good call." This was another reason why they had to keep this stuff behind closed doors; Harold's wife, a seal with a rather bad set of hips, wasn't built to handle a dick like his but she never wanted him to fix his blue balls with anything other than his own hands or mouth or the toys she buys to try and help him out with. So whenever Horace got word that Harold was bored, he offered to give his balls a break from just churning more and more baby cream as the weeks went by and the walrus was grateful all the same yet it was risky. He loved his wife, but his needs needed to be tamed or he'd do something to her he'll regret. Maybe one day she'll understand.

Anyway, with Horace' muzzle straining to cleanse that cock covered in pussy slick and dick butter, Harold grabbed his cell and texted his wife that he was "out of his team meeting" and would be arriving home soon. Her happy text back made him smile for half a second, because right when it was about to cover his face he had to grunt from the polar bear sucking a little too hard on his cock head.

"Easy there, it's not going anywhere."

"Nowhere 'cept this here black box next time I hit yah up. Now gon' 'head outta here, big guy. Yah stink."

"Oh hush, last I checked you like the smell of a man in your home." Harold shooed the bear away from him while he reached down to pull his shorts up his legs, stuffing his spent cock back inside of its sweat-ridden confines until nothing was peeking out. Now that he had time to cum, it was easier to keep things out of sight, so he had Horace to thank for that-earlier, it had been a hassle to fit his balls in there without it being a pain to grab them and shove them down. With that, Harold saluted the bear off and he was out the door with a click. Once the sound of a car started and pulling off faded into the distance, Horace decided to check on the guest room with his pussy still oozing walrus jizz onto the floor.

"'Ey kids, y'all can head on ho-"

They were all gone, window wide open and no sign of any of them outside either. Must have high-tailed it the moment they came to on the bed. And the lack of cum left on the sheets of the unused bed meant neither of them had been riled up enough to fuck each other. Ah well, can always imagine them doing it anyway.

"Kids..." Horace went up to shut the window and all was peaceful inside the home.

The home of the Man Tamer.