Honeysuckle
A bear by the name of Nomu really likes honey.
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All alone beside a gentle stream, against a study tree lied a grizzly by the name of Nomu. He lived in a small shack not too far from the stream. He was all alone out in the wilderness but he didn't really mind. The bear was free to do whatever he wanted whenever he felt like it. To add to the sensation of freedom, Nomu against the tree completely naked. He had settled down and took some time to just unwind.
As his side was a rather large jar of honey. The lid was already popped off, ready for the bear to indulge in. And Nomu did just that, sticking a finger in the thick substance and bringing it up to his muzzle so he could lick the sweet nectar clean. His chest rumbled from a grunt of delight. He proceeded to jam his entire paw into the jaw with a thick squelch. He pulled his paw free, taking a look at his slathered palm and fingers before he rubbed his coated paw against his belly. Another rumbling of pleasure rose from his chest. He reveled in the sticky feeling, rubbing in wide circles, smearing the sweet substance against his fur. Nomu rubbed lower and lower until he reached his swollen sheath.
With his sticky fingers, Nomu coaxed his shaft from his sheath. A soft moan left his lips as he took hold of the growing length. Honey dripped down and glazed his loins in sticky, golden ropes. Once he was at full mast, Nomu shuddered and reached for the jar. Just like before, he plunged his paw into the container and reeled back his coated paw. With no hesitation, Nomu took hold of his length. An unrestrained moan contrasted against the tranquil nature sounds around him. He wasted no time pumping his paw up and down against the shaft, kicking his legs against the pleasure. His length was surrounded by thick, warm sweetness that glistened under the overhead sun. Wet, thick slaps joined his moans as Nomu pumped his foreskin, ensuring the sugary liquid slipped between the skin.
Unable to contain himself any further, Nomu reached for the jar and held it in between both of his paws. Taking heavy breaths, the grizzly tipped the jar. He groaned as his shaft and balls were covered in honey. Once he felt that it was prepped enough, Nomu set the jar down and licked his lips. Growling in excitement, the bear took hold of his thighs. He wiggled his body until he laid flat on his back. Once he was in position, Numo opened his mouth and slipped his glazed length into his maw.
The bear moaned not only from his pleasure but from the flavor that coated his tongue. Aided by his own love for the sweet nectar, Nomu licked, slurped, and swirled his tongue and up down his own inches. He pushed his tongue against his foreskin until it slipped underneath, giving access to the honey he hid for himself there. The bear grunted and purred as he pushed his thighs with his arms, forcing himself to gag on his own dripping head and thick shaft. But all the bear could concentrate on was getting more and more honey on his tongue. Fulfilling his own wishes, Nomu's tongue danced every which way it could, making the bear's eyes flutter. He pressed his thighs in a rhythmic fashion, starting slow at first as he made himself hump into his own muzzle.
Nomu closed his eyes and took in as much of himself as he could, gagging and moaning against his thick shaft. Contrasting with the sweet honey came thick globs of his salty precum that splattered on his tongue and mixed with honey, giving the bear a sweet-and-salty blend. As soon as Nomu got a taste for it, the bear gagged himself harder pushing his own length further down his throat. With a deep grunt and a deep shudder than ran through his whole body, Nomu came thick, salty ropes against his tongue. It paired wonderfully with the sweet, sticky honey. The bear purred and moaned against his own girth as he licked and slurped all the fluids that covered his length.
After a wad through the stream to clean himself up, Nomu returned to what he was doing before, laying against the tree and enjoying the blissful state of nature around him. He felt that he had nothing to worry about. The bear had everything he needed: a nice, clean stream, a cozy little shack down the trail and his honey jar was still half full...