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Family Bear 3:Gordon Does Dakota

By: ToKu

Edited on: 12/6/11

Smoke hid the thirty inch flat screen television in a glow of vibrant LCD colors that hung over the shelves of whiskeys, vodkas and gins. It wasn't the only television in the bar but it won the size competition for sure. The thick acrid, smoke danced in swirled as patrons stumbled from the restrooms to the bar or from the jukebox to the pool table. It wasn't a busy night but there were at least a dozen furs of all different stature and age; all obscured by cigarette and cigar smoke. State law forbid it but the owner was an old wolf; a Vietnam veteran who cared more about the quality of his services than the standards set by the state. If someone wanted to smoke, he let them smoke.

He served drinks on his own time, and the patrons ordered them without the normal buzz normally found in a hipster bar found elsewhere. Everything was easy going here, a few drunken but innocent shouts was as rowdy as the place got. A pair of cougars playing darts in the back would let loose a call of victory or disdain, piercing through the haze, as with the large tiger and his girlfriend at the pool table. A solitary canine of undetermined species was cooped up in the corner of the bar with a table littered with beer bottles who would look out a window near him as if waiting for someone. To Dakota; the stocky brown bear at the bar, these minor observations were only that. His paw was wrapped around an ice cold Miller Highlife and the vague thought of a full bladder was the only pressing issue that concerned him.

After a hard day's work it was common for him to stop by this neighborhood bar, order a few beers, shoot the shit with the drunk and buzzed alike before driving home under the legal limit. Tonight however was different, he was here with a fellow worker, a new guy, just transferred from somewhere further south than Nashville. Dakota's car was still parked downtown at the new building site they were working on; while a few structures were renovated in the area, a few were torn down completely to make room for new shops and restaurants. He figured taking a cab home wouldn't be much trouble and he could always get a ride home with Deslin in the morning.

The powerhouse of testosterone was getting a bit distracted lately. Not during work, but in his sex life. He hadn't forgotten the bear, but the young bull was off chasing more female tail than ever. Dakota didn't blame him, he was a straight, young, single male and he had the right to sleep with whoever he wanted. This however left Dakota with an odd fucking schedule. He was forced to explore other options between sessions. He actually ordered a dildo online; something he would never have considered two years ago. To be more precise, he bought three; a canine, a dragon, and one quite similar to his buddy Deslin. No one knew this of course; he couldn't bring himself to tell the bull that he had stooped to the level of needing silicone cocks to pleasure himself. He kept them locked in a chest in the garage at home next to his power tools and only used them when no one else was home, which wasn't very often.

Nora usually went grocery shopping during the day while the boys were in school. She'd usually finish all her errands by the time he got home at night. Only on the rare occasion that she would actually meet with her friends for book club, or splurge on a girls night out did he ever have the chance to fuck himself silly. Of course this had to be done with the boys still in the house, but they could easily be distracted with television and snacks while daddy sneaked away to pleasure himself in the garage.

The brown bear chuckled momentarily before taking a large gulp of beer, breathing in the heavy second-hand smoke through his nostrils. It made him want to sneeze but he was successful in stifling it. He was getting hard now too with all the thoughts in his head. His unsheathed cock was pressing against the denim of his jeans. He didn't have to reach down and check to know that there was a wet spot forming. Luckily it was dim and hazy enough that only a guy looking for it would notice and in that case Dakota wouldn't mind. He was also commando and his genitals had as much free reign as his pants would allow. So he let his cock leak and pulse in his pants.

"Hey buddy, still here? That's good." The voice was accompanied by a rather large hand that patted the brown bears back with drunken vigor. Without moving too much in his stool, Dakota regarded his new buddy with his own surly smile and held up his beer bottle in a toast like gesture.

"Where would I have gone? Still haven't finished my ninth beer, and a night like this isn't over until at least the tenth." Dakota chortled gaily before downing the golden contents of the clear bottle of brew. The boar took up his seat at the bar again, his bright green suspenders standing out like neon lights against the darker colors of his flannel. He held up two fingers as Mr. Reeves, the bar-tending wolf made a survey of possible costumers. He nodded and set his wash rag down to retrieve two cold ones form a refrigerated compartment below the bar.

Gordon Abraham was a big boy, only twenty-four and already weighing in at nearly three hundred pounds. He was also tall for a boar; six foot four, worked out three days a week, not counting the lifting he did at work. No wonder Decker wanted him so bad when the board put up three possible transfers. The kid was a work horse in a boar's body. Had the stamina of a dozen race horses and could probably lift Hyatt clear over his shoulders if he wanted to; not that he would dare try. He was polite and always got the job done. But after work it was like a switched was flipped. His work demeanor melted away with each beer and a rowdy young adult came out. Almost like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Gordon liked punk rock, Pabst beer, had a taste for deep fried food and looked damn hot in a flannel shirt and his green suspenders; common-place construction attire.

Mr. Reeves placed the two fresh beers in front of the two stocky frequenters and cracked them open with a nearby bottle opener. The beers foamed ever so slightly and hissed as they brought them to their lips. They drank deep for a moment, but Dakota was first to come off the bottle; he wasn't as young as he used to be. With each passing year he felt more and more estranged from the other guys on the site. Sure Decker, the site supervisor, wasn't young anymore either but Dakota still had about eight years on him. Hyatt had a boyfriend now; a strapping young panther who he brought to a few company picnics. They were coming up on their one year anniversary. The random sex with Decker, Lynk, and Hyatt was fun while it lasted, but they all ended up with someone or another and it just came to a standstill. No one really spoke much about it anymore and Dakota was fine with it.

Gordon had drained nearly half his bottle by the time he set it down and sighed in pleasure. It was long and drawn out, only a true southern boy could have been capable of such a noise. It made the bulge in Dakota's pants twitch painfully. To tell the truth, he wanted in the boy's pants like it was the end of the world but with age came patience. He could sit here and steadily drink all night if he had to, even if it was all for not, but he had a hunch, and his hunches were often times correct.

"Ez like liquid gold Kota." He slurred. The fact that he had picked up on Deslin's 'Kota' make the young boar even more desirable. It had become his fuck name and now Gordon was using it all the time. If that wasn't a sign then he didn't know what was. "One day I should take you down south where we got the good stuff. I mean, this is pretty good. Its company made though, I gotz friends that brew their own, they rent a warehouse. It's pretty impressive. My buddy Filthe has this huge stainless Steel drum he does most of it in. I don't know shit about how it works, but it's cheaper than buying beer. Just gotta do it right."

"Sounds like a drunkards dream come true." Dakota spoke as he rose his bottle to his lips again with a raise of his brow, his left paw down below the bar pressing hard into the damp bulge in his crotch. Gordon didn't suspect a thing.

"He 'is' a heavy drinker," Gordon mused while half of him stared at the smokey television screen and half gazed back in time to where ever in Louisiana he was from. Dakota made a mental note to ask him about his hometown sometime. "Probably thinks drinking a third of your body's weight in ounces of water means a twenty-four pack."

"Speaking of twenty-four." Dakota interjected. How the young boar got into construction at such a young age wasn't quite the mystery, but how a boy of his supposed background shaped up and showed up was an intriguing story indeed. "You said you started working for your father when you were only fourteen? My oldest is only a year younger than that and I wouldn't let him near a site even if he was a day away from his eighteenth birthday."

Markus was turning out to be quite the young bear. Thirteen and already he was a hundred and fifty pounds of stout grizzly and growing. He took his physical education very seriously and has shown interest in trying out for the high school freshman football team next year. But construction was dangerous for the inexperienced. Dakota himself had had a few minor run-ins with near death situations; nearly falling off scaffolding, getting a shirt caught on the cement mixer, nearly getting crushed by a falling I-beam and so on. Thanks to the teamwork and careful precision of his crew mates, rarely did things turn fatal.

"My father was a hardworking man," Gordon grunted with honest indifference. It made Dakota hope his sons would never refer to him that way around friends in the future. He had done what he figured was his best at parenting, teaching his cubs right from wrong, raising them to be blind to prejudice but with a strong heart to stand up to it when need be. He felt like he had done a good job and his wife told him so every day and Nora never lied. "I guess he just never had very good work ethics. I mean, he taught me everything I know, but I was a skilled worker by the time I was sixteen and a half. More so than most others. I don't know what the child labor laws say about working for your father, but I know that in the long run it helped more than it hurt."

"My youngest wants to do it all." Dakota spoke fondly between beer sips. Gordon had shifted his gaze back to the bear and Dakota had to remove his paw from his groin and instead dug his wallet out of his back pocket and opened to the two pictures he kept of his boys. They were this year's school pictures; Markus wore a neat looking sweater-vest. He was sure the cub was tortured until he was able to take the thing off after the pictures were over. He still had a warm and handsome smile but a rebel cowlick ran right between the ears. Tai on the other paw was all toothy smiles, his face fur neatly combed and groomed. He handed the boar his wallet. "That's him, name's Tai. When he was younger he wanted to be an astronaut construction worker. Now it's a little less astronaut but he still wants to do what daddy does."

Dakota couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He got giddy when it came to talking or bragging about his boys. A parent had the right to do so. Gordon beamed and nodded. Dakota wasn't sure if Gordon would be as enthusiastic as he was if he were sober. Then again, if he himself were any more sober he wouldn't be showing a twenty-four year old he had only really known for a few months pictures of his kids. It just seemed the thing to do now.

"Cute boys." The boar grunted earnestly and took a swig of his beer as he handed the wallet back to the bear. Dakota took it back, stared at the photos again for a moment. Tai still had his fondness for his daddy but Dakota made sure to channel it into appropriate behavior. It's not like he hadn't thought of it before though. He still bathed with his youngest from times to time. Markus had gotten too old for it. Puberty hitting and everything, but Tai still enjoyed the long baths, his father scrubbing shampoo into his back fur, but the thoughts of being intimate with his son never grew past normal bath-time play. "My pops never kept a picture of me in his wallet, I was always around. He said there was no need."

"I'm sure he loved you." Dakota said placing his wallet back into his back pocket. His erection had gone down while thinking about his boys but it was still semi hard and it didn't take long for it to perk back up.

"He did." Gordon spoke, his voice a little forlorn. But it was nothing a few more gulps of Highlife couldn't fix. "Just had a weird way of showing it I guess."

"Some parents do." Dakota admitted remembering some of the other parents he had met at various PTA meetings Nora had dragged him to, but not kicking and screaming. He honestly cared about what the going-ons at his boy's school were. "Anyways, how about another beer?"

"Or even better." Gordon grinned and pulled his own wallet from his back pocket. Dakota would have lied if he had said he didn't catch a glimpse of young boar crack and stare. "Mr. Reeves, two Jack Daniels on the rocks sir. Tennessee's finest."

The wolf nodded and set to work preparing the glasses. Dakota wasn't a big liquor drinker but there were times and places for everything and now seemed like the most appropriate time for such a drink. Gordon plopped down a twenty and quickly took his glass in hand. Dakota reached for his, the glass already beginning to gather condensation, he swirled the liquor around like it was some sort of connoisseur's wine.

"To family!" Gordon spoke in a horrible french accent. Dakota doubted he was from the bayou, but he spoke in 'aas' and 'oours' and it was pretty humorous to witness. "To the south and to liberty, and punk rock and workin' hard. You're a workin' bear, a family bear, you got a great life and someday, maybe I will."

"Where's this all coming from, Gordon?" Dakota mused. He was hollering a bit and other tenants were staring this way. It didn't bother the bear but it made the situation a bit silly.

"Cheers!" He held out his glass and Dakota tapped it with his. This made the boar smile a tusk bearing grin before dumping the entire glass down his throat, ice and all. Dakota stared a little wide eyed and he sipped a healthy drink as the large boar crunched the ice with flat teeth. He didn't know how his teeth could take such an assault but it was an amusing moment so he simply enjoyed it for what it was.

When the boar leaned over and placed an arm around the bear, nearly knocking him off his stool, Dakota's erection screamed as he got a healthy whiff of booze, smoke and boar musk; all sexy smells to the bear. Gordon laughed and breathed heavily. Luckily for Dakota he knew how to act in these situations without being awkward so he leaned into the boar's half embrace and chuckled in return.

"I've always had good teeth." It was obvious the boar was drunk now, no denying it. It was also, quite honestly, cute. "Brush every day, nothing more, nothing less and never get cavities, crazy huh?"

"Simply amazing." Dakota spoke, a thousand things mowing through his mind. He knew the kid was in prime condition to be taken advantage of, but Dakota had a rule. He had never used it before, never really being in this sort of specific situation, but if he was to have drunk redneck sex then it would have to be proposed by the other party and not him. If they wanted it, so be it. And besides, he was nearly drunk himself. The only problem was that they were still in a bar. They were among patrons who probably didn't want to see two construction workers begin to make out, because ever since that fateful day two years ago kissing another male had become his favorite thing to do aside from taking it up the ass.

It seemed he had gotten lucky with this kid too, the way he was suddenly so clingy and so touchy-feely, the way his arm was wrapped around his neck. Sometimes finding a male willing to fuck another male wasn't as hard as it seemed.

"Do ya wanna see just how good my teeth are, Kota?" Gordon asked his skewed eyes barely keeping their lids open as his lips nearly touched the bear's furry ears. "Then you can show me what you've got in here."

It was a surprise, however, when Gordon's hand came to rest on his pre-soaked crotch and enclosed around the bulge he found there. It was hard to keep a straight face. His own eyes, suddenly aware of every fur in the building, darted back and forth, making sure the cougars were still playing darts, the tiger and his lynx girlfriend were still shooting pool; they were. Luckily the only other furs at the bar were on the other side of Gordon's wide frame, making it easy for the boar to molest his older employee. Not that he objected much, he just had to find a way to get the kid somewhere a bit more private. His house was close by, almost within walking distance, but the chance that Nora and the cubs were home outweighed that possibility.

"I saw the bulge in your jeans when I got up for the bathroom." The boar murred into the bear's ear. It seemed he was caught, and if the boar had seen him then it meant this wasn't just because he was drunk, but because he was a horny little(huge) boar. "You want to fuck me don't you?"

That made the bear almost cough up his liquor. He had never fucked another male before, only his wife and his girlfriends before his marriage. Again, it was something he had given thought to but had never seemed very interested in. He liked what he knew. His prostate loved to be pummeled and that's all there was to it.

"You wanna fuck my ass, huh daddy?" Gordon was nearly purring into Dakota's ear now. It was to the point where if someone looked closely enough they'd be able to tell that something was fishy between them. Not that Dakota really cared, he knew how to fight, but he liked to avoid things like that, if it could be helped. So he quickly worked an idea up in his mind. The fact that he still had to drain the mini bear down below made him think the bathroom but he had vowed never to fuck in a bathroom stall ever again after the time he and Deslin got caught in the mall bathroom by a security guard. Thankfully the guard was gay and let them go. What where to odds of that ever happening again? And aside from being dirty, fucking in a public bathroom was tacky and not Dakota's thing. He liked a slow and thorough fucking, not a fast load up the ass.

"You take me back to your place and I'll let you fuck me, how's that sound?" Dakota asked in a deep, low growl that he hoped would turn the young boar on. Gordon obviously seemed to like this because his whole form leaned forward till his snout was pressed up against Dakota's black nose, his tongue boring into his mouth with sudden and passionate vigor. It made him panic and melt inside at the same time. If people saw them he'd have to take care of it, but if not, it was a damn sexy kiss. He could taste beer and whiskey and boar, a whole lot of boar.

Gordon was actually a little smarter than Dakota feared, he pulled away after only a few tongue ties; face aglow in drunken satisfaction and the notable addition to the front of his pants was proof that the kid was ready to do whatever his 'new daddy' wanted him to do. And by the size of the bulge, the bear would be having a good time as well.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom and call a cab." Dakota spoke, placing a paw on the boar's thigh and quite close to his groin.

"I ain't going nowhere, daddy." Gordon mewed like a big gruff kitten. It would be hard to piss with a hard-on of this magnitude. Dakota grinned and the boar returned it as he stood. He patted his new, young and incredibly sexy fuck buddy on the back like any other male would another but this one had greater intention: The intention to fuck.

He quickly turned and headed off towards the restroom while he dug his new smart phone from his pocket. He had nearly refused to get one, and nearly regretted it once he had it. The touch screen was a pain in the ass to use and he found it impossible to dial a number without pressing the wrong number. However, he found the speech function very useful. He queued it up and spoke into the receiver. "Find taxi company, Nashville, Tennessee." The phone bussed itself as he pushed open the door to the male's room and before he had his rock hard organ out, it was dialing the number to a local company.

He called in a cab, it would take about fifteen minutes but that just meant one more beer for the road. So he ended the call, stuffed his slightly deflated bear-meat back into his jeans and zipped himself up. He stuffed his phone back into his pocket and reminded himself to call home before he left to let Nora know he'd be another few hours. It was the weekend anyways and he was allowed a little free time here and there. Smearing soap in his paws he began to scrub his pads clean when the door to the bathroom opened. He almost hoped it was Gordon, having gotten impatient, but through the mirror he saw it was the canine from the lonely table. His eyes met Dakota's immediately and the bear simply nodded before returning to his paws. When the dog spoke he didn't expect to hear what he heard.

"You took my son from me." The canine spoke. Dakota figured he had misheard the older dog but when he spoke again the bear noticed the sudden swift flick of retractable steel. "You fags corrupted him and stole him from me."

Without hesitating Dakota spun around, his paws still wet but ready if needed to fight with. Sure fists never won much against knives but he knew how to defend himself if this crazy old dog was willing to do him harm for some reason.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Dakota replied. The other fur was wearing an old forest green coat over dark faded jeans, his mane was mangy and he looked drunker than both Dakota and Gordon combined. "I don't know your son, whoever he is."

"You stole his innocence." The canine snarled. He looked like a cross between a German Shepard and a pit bull. Jet back fur patched with the gray of old age but short if not clean. He was obviously mistaking Dakota for someone else, unless... "He was pure before you people had at him with your disgusting, wretched ways. You filthy faggots took my son from me. I tried to save him but you vile furs corrupted his soul."

"I'm not gay." Dakota snarled realizing suddenly what this was all about. He would eye the knife, making sure it stayed below the wolf's waist, ready to move if it rose any higher.

"I saw you, you and that ugly boar, kissing at the bar. Have you no shame in the things you do? I knew I had a reason to be out tonight, I knew my son wouldn't come, I knew he'd blow me off to lay with another male, to curse the day I made him. He thinks sex is more important." The older wolf spoke with utter malevolence. He was blocking the door so Dakota couldn't make for the exit without coming within close quarters with the knife in shaky paws. If he could make it beyond the door he could leave this situation without much conflict. He doubted the mutt would do anything in view of the other patrons; then again, he wasn't sure what the older fur was capable of. He wasn't afraid of getting hurt or dying, it came with the job he did. He did however fear that this could ruin the night.

"Listen pal," Dakota said standing up straighter; with intimidation on his side he could hopefully sway the outcome of this little bathroom brawl. "I ain't a fag and there ain't nothing that I do that I find morally wrong." That was a lie... "I have a family, I have a job, and work hard and provide for the ones I love. I bet I ain't any different than you. You say gays took your son away? Sounds to me like you pushed him away yourself. Hard to hear? I'm sure but your own prejudice against who your son is ran him off and now you're looking to blame anyone but yourself."

The canine appeared to be at a loss of words; stumped in his own blame game. Dakota felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, probably the text message saying that the cab was on its way. He felt a little hypocritical but if he wasn't about to get fucked tonight because of this old, disgruntled fool then he was in for a stressful work week. He had come to rely on Deslin's fuckings to survive the work week and lately, without them, it made his days seem longer without something to look forward too. He hoped that Gordon would walk into the bathroom, it would be easier to deal with this with two people but he also didn't want to involve the young boar in such a sticky situation.

"Listen, I'm on my way out of this bar." Dakota continued when the dog seemed unable to speak. The knife clattered to the floor, having fallen from the canine's limp paw. It meant that Dakota was safe. But instead of just rushing out of the situation he felt a few final words were in order. "You won't have to worry about me, to each his own right? I'm not going to tell you how to treat your son if you refrain from telling me how I should live my own life. Seem fair?"

When the older male didn't respond Dakota carefully took a few steps towards the door. The canine remained transfixed on the dirty tiled floor and made no move to attack or speak even as the bear made his way passed and through to the exit. He felt himself breathe in a deep breath of that chokingly-sweet, smoky air and almost instantly felt better.

He found Gordon in practically the same spot as when he had left him. Only he had moved over a stool to chat with a pair of middle aged furs beside him. They had obviously not fallen witness to their tiny kiss like the canine had as he was deep in conversation with the other bar-mates. Upon closer inspection he heard Gordon talking, rather loudly, about coal mining of all things.

"I had an uncle, pretty small for a boar but still weighed about two hundred pounds. Worked in the mines up north his entire life, he's in his sixties and he's still planning digs and blasting sites to this day." Gordon was explaining but when he saw the bear pull up a seat beside him(the one that Gordon had been in before) he perked up an changed the situation. "Well listen fellas, it's been great talking to ya, hope your son gets the job, its hard work but pays really well."

When Gordon turned to the bear, Dakota actually and reluctantly had to stop the kid from kissing him again. He didn't need to have eyes on the back of his head to know that the canine had emerged from the restroom. He only hoped the dog would decide against causing a spectacle in a public place like this.

"Let's wait till we get to your place, okay." Dakota asked and smiled as the boar tried to force himself on the older fur. After the ordeal in the bathroom it would take a moment before he could get back in the mood. His dick was soft, damp, and unresponsive, but if Gordon kept on the way he was then he foresaw it not being too hard to rise to the occasion. "The cab should be here any moment. Let's wait outside."

Gordon nodded before reaching for Dakota's unfinished drink. It was only a sip and a half but once again the boar dumped the contents into his mouth and crunched the ice with a drunken smirk. It tickled him something fierce but if Gordon had to wait so did he. So with one arm across the bear's shoulder Gordon let Dakota lead him from the smoky room. He didn't do so however without one last glance towards the back of the bar where he found the canine. He had taken up his old seat again, eyes towards the window, probably wondering if his son would ever come back. In that moment Dakota vowed to never cause strife between him and his own sons. He couldn't live with even one of them fearing or hating him. He said a tiny prayer for the Shepard-pit mix and left with Gordon stumbling drunkenly at his side.

The cab showed up after only moments of them having emerged from the bar and onto Broadway. Gordon dove into the backseat and Dakota copied him a bit more gracefully. The cab driver, an overweight dragon in a strange robe like suit took down the address from the drunken boar and the four cylinder cab shot off into the night.

Gordon was all over Dakota in a matter for seconds; his hand groping along his thick bearish thigh to the dark damp spot that covered the hardening shaft within. Their mouths met and all Dakota could think of was how great those tusks felt up against his muzzle. It was strictly a male thing. Female boars usually didn't have tusks except for some lesbians who get extensions. On top of that, every time the boar would exhale Dakota would inhale the breath back, carbon dioxide aside, it made him light headed with glee.

The cabbie in the front was staring at them through the rear view mirror, obviously torn between being intrigued and insulted. Gordon obviously got off on the idea because he started moaning lightly into the brown bear's mouth. His hands were all over his body, his legs, his arms, his belly and chest, so his own paws discovered their own wonders. He could feel tiny barbels through Gordon's nipples and the fact that he was pierced became suddenly obvious. Through squinted eyes he was also able to see the quirky smile he would make each time their mouths broke apart. He would almost quiver as if he couldn't wait for the bear's lips to meet his again. It was eroticism at its best.

His insides were already tingling and each turn the cab made was another knot in his stomach. He would be filled with cock soon and his inner cock whore was awakening from its dormant state of drought. He was thirsty, hungry, starved for cock and each kiss, each nose to snout, every single breath of boar musk drove him further and further towards the deep end of a pool he had all the intention of drowning in.

"Hey you two, we're here." The cab driver spoke, draconic eyes staring back through the rear-view mirror in mild interest but refrained from saying much more. "That'll be nine fifty."

Dakota started to pull his wallet from his back pocket before Gordon had even let his tongue go. The muscular boar mindlessly copied the bear and pulled a ten from his. Dakota payed the dragon and Gordon payed for the show.

"Sorry about us." He spoke like it was no big deal. To him it obviously wasn't, nor to the bear, but the dragon took the extra ten and held it in his scaly hand in disbelief. "We're just a bit drunk and kinda in a hurry to get inside. Kinda couldn't wait, ya know. Anyways, you have a good night."

Dakota had to throw himself out of the cab to prevent Gordon from climbing over his lap. They both ended up on their asses and in stitches in the soft grass, each fur clutching their sides and aching in pain. The dragon had to get out of his own cab and shut the door in order to leave but with the extra tip Dakota doubted he minded much. Since he was a little less hammered than his younger counterpart, he felt obliged to be the one to help him up to his feet before walking Gordon up the walkway.

"It's number four around the back just passed the laundry room." He spoke with one arm around the bear's shoulder and the other across his large, firm belly. Dakota led the way, down the side of the building, past two and three, around the corner, passed the laundry room and there it was; apartment four. The building was a tan color, the painting chipped in some places but overall, it was none too shabby. A place-mat that read WELCOME greeted them and the letter four on the door was missing a screw and hung upside down. A few potted plants and a patio chair beside a cigarette butt can made the place a bit livelier but Dakota had the decorating skills of a rock.

After fumbling with the keys a little, Gordon held the door open to reveal a dark but strangely neat apartment, mainly because it was so empty. A few pizza boxes stood stacked on the kitchen counter immediately to their right along with a few empty pop bottles. Other than a few dishes in the sink and an overflowing trashcan the place was immaculate. There was a small twenty-four inch flat screen atop a small black stand in the living room to the right; and except for an old reclining chair, that too was void of any other house hold amenities.

"Kinda bare, isn't it." Gordon grunted as he stumbled a few feet with drunken grace while lifting the green suspenders off his shoulders with his thumbs as he began to get comfortable in his own home. "I've spent most of my pay checks on my room, you'll see. I've mostly ordered out too, hence all the trash, this place is pretty cheap. Four hundred a month, all utilities paid. Plus I'm in the back so I can play music all I want and hardly ever bother anyone. There's a bathroom right there, got a few beers in the fridge, do you want one? They're Pabst."

"Sure." Dakota mused. The whole time Gordon had been stumbling out of his clothes. First his boots that came off rather quickly, his pants button came next followed quickly by his green, blue, and black flannel shirt. He was in his white boxer briefs by the time he had reached the fridge. He dug out two Blue Ribbons from the door and turned to finally give Dakota the full view. He was more in shape than his round body portrayed. His pecs and stomach were firm while his arms; thick and toned, were probably as big as the bear's head. Those nipples 'were' pierced and the cock sticking out the hole in his underwear was topped with another glint of silver. "Where in the fuck d'you get that?"

"This?" The boar asked pointing down at his junk and bounced the engorged muscle with a flip of the finger as if regarding it as 'some ol' thing'. As he got closer he noticed it went through the hole in his cock and out the underside. It was impressive and all Dakota could think about was having that rod in his ass as soon as possible. "Got it when I was eighteen. A few friends of mine said they'd pay for it if I'd do it. I never pass up something that's free. A few of my boyfriend's made me take it out whenever I fucked 'em but honestly I hear it feels pretty good."

"So your gay?" Dakota asked a little surprised how simply he had stated it. Gordon handed the bear his beer and opened his own before replying.

"Sure as hell ain't no muff diver, I'm all for cock though. Isn't that why you asked me out for drinks tonight, stud? Thought you could get lucky?" He swallowed a healthy gulp before continuing on. "To be frank, I thought you wanted to ride my ass, I guess the big straight bears here in Nashville like their holes fucked."

"Think you can fuck me how I like it?" Dakota asked and grinned like a fool. Gordon was smiling again and he realized it was something that turned the bear on. Usually only the mannerisms Nora had could get him hard like that. With Deslin and other males it was simply the sex that got him off. He was finding, though not to his horror, that he was actually finding this boar physically attractive, even his personality was welcoming. He was a southern boy who knew his way around hard labor jobs and had a social attitude that allowed anyone to warm up to him. Dakota was even curious about punk rock. Sure he listened to The Ramones back in the day, but he was sure there were newer, more intriguing bands now a days.

"Guys like you dig it nice and steady, I can fuck like a piston. Wanna suck my cock and get me ready?" He was teasing him and he liked it, the way he held his dick with one hand and held his beer loosely in the other. It brought him to his knees only seconds after the words had left his tusked muzzle. He opened his own beer, nose inches from the tip of the pierced dick. He downed most of the beverage in one gulp and it made the boar chuckle and he suckled on his own draft. "Get at it, daddy."

With his paws working the buttons of his red and black flannel his muzzle devoured the cock in a single deepthroat. He smashed his nose into the white cotton underwear, the cock stabbing the back of his throat but over the years of dick sucking his throat had become numb to the gag reflex and simply accepted the cock as a normal part of his throat. He moved his head, adjusting the contours of this throat around the thick piece of meat. It gained a few pleasurable groans from the boar but Dakota wasn't done yet.

He shucked his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it a few feet away. Next came his pants, button and fly; so as he began to pull completely off the dick before quickly gobbling it back up. As he did he worked the constraints of his pants until his pre dripping prick stood up out of mounds of pubic fur and denim. The copper teeth were almost like book covers to a pop out book; his cock being the main character.

With his paws free to explore Gordon's body he pulled the boar closer to him by the strap of his underwear. He giggled and stepped closer, it didn't let the cock go any further down Dakota's throat but it did let him cup a glorious pair of balls through soft white cotton. The thick silver stud in the cock tickled the back of his throat and with every suck, every slurp, every deepthroat he tried to imagine what it would feel like to have that thing plug him up.

"You're pretty thick, Gordon," Dakota said licking his lips of pre and saliva. He stared up at his younger fuck buddy and grinned with a raised brow. Sure, it wasn't a bull's or a canines' cock but it was thick, kinda stubby, and that attachment made it his new found joy. "I think I'm in love with your cock."

"I'd be lying if I said no one has ever told me that before." The boar said with a wicked grin.

"Well don't make me sound like some love struck teenager," Dakota spoke in defense of his silly statement. "So why don't you take me back to your room and I'll let you shove that thing up my tail hole?"

Talking dirty came with the sex. A duty, you could say. Dakota found that it could drive a straight male to do anything, leaving the grizzly in complete and utter control of the male's cock and where it went; most cases up his ass. With Gordon he wanted something a bit more and a little less. He found that he didn't want to treat the young boar like another hot lay. A year ago if Deslin wasn't available he'd called up Lynk and take a knotting, or treat Hyatt and his enigmatic self to a small informal dinner because he didn't drink with a blow-job appetizer. If those failed he would let Decker fuck him over his desk in the on-site portable and pray that no one wandered in with a problem for the polar bear to solve. He had to do that last week. He was starved, but now he had Gordon and was completely content with where things were going.

"Sure thing daddy." Gordon grinned and held out a hand to help the large older bear to his foot-paws. The muscles in his arms effortlessly pulled him up and into another kiss. Dakota's pants slipped down his butt a bit; revealing his puffy, round tail, but it's what he wanted anyways. He pushed the denim the rest of the way down and used his feet to push the cuffs off his ankles until he was now the bare one. When Gordon pulled his lips from the Dakota's he did that quirky, cute smile again; it made Dakota melt inside. "Follow me."

Gordon took the bear's paw and led him down the short narrow hall; cock bouncing and dripping free with each step. They reached the door in about four steps and were pushing past the frame on the fifth. It wasn't quite as empty as the rest of the apartment but the walls were bare. The full sized bed had a nice dark comforter that screamed 'bachelor pad' and the dark oak bed frame matched the night stands and dresser. The bear saw what the boar had meant moments ago about his pay checks. He must have been raking in a couple thousand every two weeks and he saw now what it went to. Directly inside the room and atop the dresser on their left was a larger VISO flat screen that made the one in the living room seem redundant. Attached was a blue-ray player and one of those 'Playbox' things that Dakota was unfamiliar with. His oldest Markus had one but his father hadn't taken the time to understand how it worked. How a little controller could control such impressive and realistic graphics was beyond him.

The bed was just opposite the dresser, but next to where the door swung open was a small computer desk with what looked like a piece of paper rested on top, but further investigation revealed it to be one of those ultra slim iBooks. It had a single cable that ran off the side and out of site.

"I like having nice things I guess. I spent so much time without these things when I was younger that once I had the money I felt I deserved some cool things. But right now there's only one thing I want daddy. Let me at that ass?"

"If you don't mind me leaking on to your comforter." Dakota said looking down at his own dick in his paw, he wiggled it and a few drops flew off in different directions. Gordon's reply was to simply take a finger and siphon the stream of pre; gathering a healthy about before transferring it to his snout where he sucked it clean off. That was new. Deslin, Lynk, Decker, not even Hyatt ever put their mouths on his dick, licked his pre or ate his cum. It just made his cock twitch and drip more.

The bear found his face pressed into a fluffy white pillow pulled from under a tight tucked comforter, ass up in the air, balls dangling, and two rough hands kneading his ass cheeks. His throat made a constant, low groan that reverberated into the memory foam. Gordon's soft snout dug it's way between those cheeks; sniffing and snorting the thick fur and musky crevasse. Teasing the tail-hole didn't go on unchecked either. With a gentle grip on the dangling balls the boar bore into the veteran hole with his tongue; rounded tusks combing through fur as he went.

Why a straight male could eat ass like no tomorrow, but get cold feet when it came to sucking cock the bear would never know. Deslin rimmed pretty good for a straight guy but until Hyatt he had never know a true rim job. Gordon blew that one out of the water. He would adjust his tongue while inside, rolling it and flattening it out; stretching the muscles back and forth until Dakota thought he was going to tear, literally cry from how hyper-sensitive it made his whole body feel.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd have guessed that this ass has seen some action." Gordon spoke with his lips inches away from pucker as if waiting for a kiss. Dakota only groaned a reply that the boar took as confirmation to his comment. "Then I guess you won't mind if I skip the fingers?"

The bear felt the bed shift as the boar moved his large frame across it; his knees making valleys and craters until he was positioned behind and above the bear's round, furry butt. Something fell onto his ears and he had to snatch them off to realize it was Gordon's white boxer briefs. He held them to his nose and relaxed his anal muscles as the boar readied himself.

"Does daddy want some lube?" Gordon asked and Dakota almost expected him to reach for a bottle somewhere but that studded cock found its way between furry cheeks to meet with the spit soaked star. With a hand on his cock and another over the stub of Dakota's tail, the boar's steel tip began to manipulate the entrance, creating an increasingly frictionless movement. Gordon was using his own pre cum to gain entry to his hole.

"Mmmmm, fuck me son." The words just blurted out of his moaning muzzle. While it surprised the bear, it felt right at the same time. It wasn't really his son, but the roleplay made him hot, so that when that fat cock pushed its way past the ring of muscles and slid slowly down the warm slick passage, he imagined that it was his son fucking him. He had to bite down on the pillow as the ball tipped piercing nudged his prostate deep inside his body, as his hole opened wide, and his whole body shivered with the familiar and endeared sensation of being fucked once again.

"Daddy you feel so good wrapped around my cock like that." Gordon grunted lewdly. Dakota let out a growl as the boar pushed his already hilted cock deeper, as deep as it could go down the bear's red hot hole. "You want it bad too, I can tell. Don't worry, your boy knows how to take care of daddy's needs."

Without letting his cock slip more than an inch out of place Gordon leaned in, pressed his hands into the mattress on either side of Dakota's shoulders and lifted his knees off the bed to replace them with his feet. He was still balls deep and now in a position that Dakota's geometric skills suggested was the perfect angle of penetration. They were still in the doggie position, but Gordon's crouching/standing position made the trajectory perfect for what he did next.

The boar lifted his hips, uprooting his cock from the bear's hole until literally only the thick silver tip was remaining. Dakota only had time for half a breath, a moment's reprieve, before the unthinkable happened. Quite violently the air was forced from his lungs as the cock rocketed back home. Balls came slapping against taint, belly crashing against tail-bone and silver stud against prostate. Dakota growled loudly in pain and godly pleasure; the pillow deafening the sound only minutely. But that wasn't the end, but only the beginning. Without a seconds pause the cock slipped out and before that sense of emptiness could set in, the boar screwed into him in exactly the same way.

He couldn't express himself; probably because the cock took his breath away, literally. He couldn't even scream 'fuck'. The only noise he could make was a desperate sounding, whimpering moan that made him sound small and weak. He was a grizzly bear for Christ's sake, a full grown male, a construction worker and now he was at the mercy of a monstrous cock, not so much in size but in the way it was being used on him. Gordon's muzzle was millimeters from the nape of his neck, his tusks raked at the fur there but his breath panted warm down to the skin and was the only other thing that made it across the synapses in his brain other than the cock ripping him a new one.

The irony of it all was that it wasn't fast and hurried, but a whole new level of 'fucking completely'. He would always scold Deslin for fucking too fast; the bull only wanted his nut these days. He could fuck like a champion when he wanted to, when he wasn't hopped up on poppers and as horny as a school girl. But this...this was entirely different. More cock made its way inside of him in this position that anymore and his balls would be inside him too. True, he didn't feel every vein, every contour of the male extension, but there wasn't a need for it in this instance. Not when there was a six inch cock tipped with a silver rod threatening to beat his prostate to a pulp.

The sound was unreal too. Normally what was just a slight squish or squash was now a full blown symphony; the grunts from the boar was the bass, the moans from the bear the high notes, and the single furson choir was the cock as it slid in and out of burning flesh in its entirety every time.

"That's...it...daddy..." Gordon grunted with every mega thrust. "Take my cock, take what you gave me."

Poor Dakota; his own cock was creating a larger and larger puddle by the minute as it leaked a steady stream of pre. It wobbled back and forth with each thrust and at that rate he could see himself cumming from that little bit of exacerbation. He tried to focus on something else, something other than cumming, the cock in his ass, the sloppy kisses at his neck, Gordon's entire being on top and inside of him. He didn't want to come this early, but the amount of pressure in his groin, the pummeling of his prostate; it forced the cum from his nuts.

"Fuck, I'm cuming..." Dakota growled with his eyes pressed shut in exaltation. At first it was was nothing more than an increase of pre that oozed down in a thick, clear stream. Then suddenly it stopped and nothing, only a few twitches of bear meat before an explosion of a weeks' worth of cum erupted forth. It splattered belly and blanket, thick ropes of milky spunk that created dark splotch art until it slowed to another trickle. The cock in his ass didn't stop though, not that he wanted it to, but his whole groin area was becoming sensitive now that his prostate had been milked for everything it had.

Gordon didn't stop and had no intention of stopping and instead of plowing on to orgasm he slowed until Dakota thought he actually was cumming but the boar finally pulled out and climbed off the bear. The cooler air rushing up his gaping passage was awkward and Dakota quickly and somewhat regrettably rolled onto his back in order to see what was up. There was Gordon, on his knees and still rock hard; cock glistening with pre and ass juices. Dakota wanted to gobble the cock up but the boar obviously knew what he was doing because he immediately took the bears ankles and lifted them until his debauched pucker was in eye's sight once again.

It was Dakota's favorite position affective after his discovery of how great kissing a male was two years ago. The memories of hours spent on his back, legs in the air, cock in ass and bull tongue in mouth came rushing back. He was so ecstatic to see that this was where things were going he completely forgot that he had already cum and now had his ass stuck in the aftermath.

"Looks like missionary is daddy's favorite." The drunken boar spoke while holding his cock like a shovel about to excavate. Dakota knew he was such a giveaway because the shit eating grin across his muzzle didn't lie. It made him feel young, not that he was too old just yet. But the fact that he could take a cock, cum, and still take more meant something. So with his newly found vitality he took hold of his legs while the boar approached like a space ship looking to dock with the station. His hole made no protest to the foreign but familiar object. It accepted it as its own and was buried to the root in no time at all. This didn't stop him from moaning regardless as Gordon let out an equally aggressive groan, complete pleasure ensued. "Daddy's used to his boy's cock but that don't mean he's gonna be gentle."

"Ravish that hole, son." Dakota moaned as the boar leaned in to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around his thick neck and held on as his hips began to thrust and fuck into his ass. His cock was trapped between both their warm, furry, bellies and was hard again in a matter of seconds. With the fucking resumed so came the sounds. The muffled mouth-locked moans and groans only over powered the sounds of anal sex and creaking head board to their ears. Dakota was immediately lost in a plethora of pleasure, drowning under the crushing weight of not just a two hundred and sixty pound boar, but pure, positive, sexual stimulation.

When Gordon, the boar, his son, unlocked lips with the bear, his daddy, he rose seamlessly; the muscles in his abs flexing with the movement. With his cock still firmly planted, he pressed his hands behind Dakota's knees and held his legs as he began his thrust anew. The bear wanted to grab his cock, but he left it to slap back and forth against his stomach while inches below another stimulated him from the inside out. He instead rose his arms and let them rest to either side of the pillow cradling his head from sexual whiplash.

Dakota bit his bottom lip in a weird half grin. He wanted his boy's load so bad now and his cock was already close to exploding again. He couldn't figure how the boar was still mindlessly plowing away, but it just meant a larger edged load for his ass. He could already imagine the cum filling him in his mind's eye. The ironic thing was the face that Gordon suddenly made painted that exact portrait. Because he 'was' cuming; without warning, without a single word of acknowledgment. His cock continued to plow back and forth, painting and smearing the raw walls of Dakota's anal passage even though the payload had been delivered.

He broke his usual rule of hand's free orgasms and quickly took hold of his cock and began to pump. The pre that had been dripping down the shaft and pooling in his pubic fur provided for a smooth and quick approach and when he reached that peak Gordon was still slamming his pelvis against the bear's backside. His face was contorted into an orgasmic scowl. Every guy had one, some more noticeable than others but Gordon's was discernible and it's probably what caused Dakota's second cum-shot to rocket up and soak into the boar's dark brown chest fur.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Gordon grunted viciously as his seed splattered the bear's insides. Sometimes it was all you could say when one reached that otherworldly zone of orgasm. The thrusts slowed to semi-pumps and the boar's body collapsed into moist bear fur, arms sprawled out as he heaved with exhaustion. Dakota's mind was a blur of thought but the booze made it difficult to discern one from the other so he decided to lock his paws across the boar's back in a hug and lower his legs the best he could with the cock still firmly planted in his ass.

He didn't think it was possible but the tug of sleep was creeping up behind his eyelids and as his boy's breathing began to slow into deep, steady breaths he found himself drifting off to the sound of the boars heavy heart beat. He remembered his failed promise to call his wife and let her know what he was doing with a lie. It still tugged at his heart strings to do such a thing. She was such an understanding and believing spouse, but how could he tell her about such a thing? The warm breath upon his neck wiped that last thought from his mind and his eye lids shut as sleep took him with open arms; his blanket being the softly snoring boar in his arms.

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He opened his eyes to light and that quirky grin he had fallen in love with in such a short time and without a single 'good morning' greeting found himself lip locked with his fellow employee. Gordon was hard and pressing the silver tipped cock against Dakota's leg as he kissed him; hand teasing a bear nipple as he did and so the favor was returned. He had never had any interest in getting any kind of piercing, but the more sexual ones sounded appealing to him. He tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his chest teased like that with silver barbells through his flesh. He was hard instantly.

"I need to call my wife." Were the first words out of Dakota's mouth when Gordon took his tongue back. He just smiled and pointed to the computer desk. Dakota shifted by turning on his elbow to see what the boar was pointing at. Stacked neatly, was his work outfit from the day before; folded beside his laptop. His cell phone, wallet, and the loose change from the bar was neatly arranged there too. He turned back to his new found boy and leaned in to kiss him, but unlike the one before and the countless ones last night it was more in the way he would kiss his wife; soft, passionate, sexy. They didn't move, only kissed, tongue leisurely exploring the parts of each-other's mouths that had gone undiscovered the night before.

They took their time but eventually, like all good things, it ended sweetly; with one final grin from the boar that sent butterflies through the bear's belly. He rolled to the edge of the bed, sat up slowly with a sudden head-rush that threatened to blind him. The effects of a mild hangover where there but easily ignored as he reached for his phone before laying back beside his boy. The boar snuggled up into Dakota's armpit as he dialed the phone number to his house's LAN-line. It was only eight fifteen and he was sure the boys were in front of the television; Tai at least, Markus might be in his room playing his game system. He waited as the dial tone rang; quickly figuring out what he was going to say to his wife.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, wife." He figured simple pleasantries would work until Nora either erupted with anger or not. He didn't expect the tone that replied.

"Oh, good morning Dakota..." She spoke a little nervously. The bear wasn't sure why.

"The boys have breakfast yet?" He asked not sure where to begin.

"Oh, yeah, Debora made pancakes." Debora was the nanny they used on the nights they went out for special occasions. "I didn't make it home last night..."

She didn't even know he hadn't come home either.

"The girls kept me out late last night and I stayed at Georgia's. Called the sitter in for an over-nighter. She never over charges. Did you go out early this morning?"

"Yeah, I'm with a guy from work now." Gordon's fingers were tracing swirls into his fur while he stared intently at the six inches of bear cock pointing at the ceiling in salute. Dakota knew the boar wanted to reach down, grab hold and go to town but he showed amazing resistance. He almost gave him the go ahead but figured there was still plenty of time for round two and even possibly a third. "Gonna be out for a while but I'll be home for dinner."

"I'm making chicken n' dumplings." She spoke and it made his stomach rumble something fierce.

"Sounds delicious bade." He replied.

"Alrighty, I have some chores to take care of, I'll see you tonight. Love ya."

"Love you too. Bye."

"Bye."

He pressed end on his cell phone's touch screen but didn't put the device down. It was a nifty little thing and it had all sorts of functions. He pressed the voice activation button on the side and Gordon took that as a sign to drift south. He cupped the massive, brown, furry balls in this hand and he licked along the stiff rod with his fat tongue.

"Find Pizza Delivery." Dakota spoke clearly before letting out a groan. Gordon tongued the bead of pre forming from the tiny slit of the bear's cock before swallowing the dick whole. The phone dialed a number and a deep male voice answered. "Can I get two pizzas for delivery, one with sausage and the other with..."

"Muusheroorms" Gordon slurred with the cock still stuffed in his mouth.

"...mushrooms. A two liter of cola, and some cheese bread." He wasn't worried about spoiling his appetite, because with eight hours to kill with the boar he was sure to go home full on something other than pizza. He gave the address with the boar's assistance and added a note as an after thought. "It's apartment 4 around the back past the laundry mat. We'll leave the door open so if no one is there, come on in, we'll probably be in the back."

That last statement made Gordon chuckle around cock.

It was going to be twenty-four seventy-five and Dakota insisted he pay, his treat. He owed The boar for the good time last night but the boar's ass crack was in view and he got craving for something other than pizza. He'd never fucked a male before but that hole looked juicy as fuck. It looked like he was in for a big breakfast.

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