Kinktober Day 8: Deep Kissing
#8 of Kinktober 2023
These are very short, quickly written stories with no editing or review. Just writing to write.
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Day 8: Deep Kissing
I groaned into the kiss as I wrapped my arms around the black bear, using my foot to kick the door to our dorm closed behind us. We stumbled backwards until he bumped into a wall. A soft squeak slipped out of his mouth, but it was quickly silenced as I mashed my lips to his, my tongue swiftly invading his mouth. His arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer as they grabbed at my shirt and tugged it upward.
Taking the hint, I broke the kiss to tear the shirt up and over my head, tossing it aside and rejoining Taylor in our smooching contest. His mouth was warm and soft, like the rest of his body. Whatever he used on his fur kept it so pleasant to the touch that it was almost electrifying. Running my hand down his sides felt smooth and silky, following his curves like a river follows its bends.
He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it off, letting it fall to the ground. We pressed our bare bear torsos against one another as we kissed, pushing off the wall to waddle down the hallway and towards our shared bedroom. His tongue retaliated against me, invading my own mouth as we did. The heat radiating off his wet muscles brushed and bounced around the inside of his mouth. I couldn't help but let out my own little groan.
He smelled so nice. Whatever kept his fur smooth left him smelling like a forest after a fresh rain. The cologne he wore added another layer on top of that; an oaky scent. I almost chortled at it all; a bear smelling of a forest. But then his hand groped at the front of my pants, squeezing my cock through my jeans, and I lost my words for a moment.
He opened the door for us and I pushed him in lightly. unbuckling his pants, he kicked them off, and I followed suit. Taylor was left in his blue briefs, while I wore a black jockstrap. Neither of us had little cover for our raging erections, but it wasn't a thought on our minds.
He fell to the bed, pulling me down with him. Our arms intertwined again, and our furious making out resumed. Nudging his legs apart, I soon had them up in the air around my waist, grinding down my cock against his bulge. Arms wrapped around my neck and held me tight as our tongues danced inside his mouth, writhing and gyrating against one another. I could feel my underwear growing moister by the second as I undoubtedly began to pre in my jockstrap.
"Fuck I need you," Taylor whispered when we broke our kiss. I breathed heavily and nodded.
"I need you, too."