Country horse city bear
The following story is for people 18+ and is a work of fiction (obviously.) If you don't like this kind of stuff then why are you here? If you do... enjoy the story and PLEASE give me feedback :D. This is the first story I've posted, but I have written others and I will post them at a later date, but for now... enjoy!!!!
STORY COPYRIGHT 2009- Willie_Bear
~~~~~~~~~~Country Horse, City Bear~~~~~~~~~~
I woke up at 7 a.m. in the morning to a phone call, it was the manager at the grocery store I work for, Collin Brother's Grocers.
"It's an emergency," he said, "the apples we got on the last shipment went bad and we're completely out. The next shipment doesn't come until Sunday."
"How does this concern me?" I asked, annoyed at the rude interruption to my sleep.
"You're the only one not working today and we need someone to drive to Oldham Orchards and pick up a new shipment, we can't wait for the truck company to call us back," he explained hurridly, "we'll pay you double time and lend you the company truck."
"Fine, I'll go, let me get ready," I said and hung up the phone.
I threw the sheets back from my naked body and pulled myself to the edge of the bed. With a loud roar I yawned, stretching my muscular arm towards the ceiling and thrusting my furry chest out. I pulled myself off of the bed and made my way towards the bathroom, my large paws padding across the hardwood floor into the bathroom.
I walked over to the counter and looked in the mirror, examined my new lip ring, and pondered to myself.
"I don't know why I don't get laid more, it's not like I'm an ugly bear," I surveyed my body in the mirror.
I have a great body, a six pack, thick arms, and a nice shiny brown coat. My chest fur is a light brown that goes down my stomach, across my sheath and balls, and between my legs, circling my tail hole. The tattoos I have make my body look even better. I love tattoos and piercings. I have 8 tattoos and a big tribal piece that starts at my ass and travels up my back. I have 5 piercings, both ears, my lip, my cock head, and one just above my balls. I definitely want more soon though. My head fur is blonde at the moment and a little shaggy.
After thoroughly inspecting myself I made my way to the shower, letting the hot water spray my face and run down my torso, soothing my tense muscles. I pushed myself hard at the gym last night since I thought I would be able to sleep in today. Looks like I was wrong. I grabbed the bottle of body wash and squeezed some into my paw. I rubbed it on my body, across my stomach, down my arms, and across my chest. The soothing water started getting me excited as I poked one soapy finger into my ass crack, circling my hole. My cock began to swell in it's sheath and slowly slid upwards, poking out and pointing upwards, begging me to play with it.
I slowly inserted my finger in my tail hole, feeling it's tightness give way as I worked it loose. With my other paw I worked the body wash into a lather on my cock playing with the bright pink head. I grabbed the furry sheath and slid it up and down the shaft, over the head and back down again. My finger pressed further up my hole and I felt my cock start to swell as the pressure on my prostate grew. Precum ran out of the tip, ran down over my hand, and mixed with the lather. I felt myself get closer and closer when suddenly... The phone started to ring on my nightstand.
"SHIT! FUCK! DAMN!!!" I cursed as I grabbed my towel, dried my hand, and ran to my phone. It was my manager again.
"Are you alright, I talked to you over an hour ago, I was just checking to see if you were still coming." I hadn't realized I was in the bathroom for almost an hour.
"Yeah, I'm leaving now," I said, hung up the phone and walked over to my dresser.
I opened my underwear drawer and dug through them. I have an underwear fetish so I have some in every style and color, today I opted for my plain black briefs. I picked out a white t-shirt and a pair of brown carhartt coveralls, then a pair of dark brown work boots, (I figured if I was going to the country I'd dress the part a little,) and I headed out the door.
When I got to the store the truck was gassed up and ready for me, and the manager gave me the directions to the farm, they sounded easy enough so I headed on my way.
It took me about an hour to get there (after getting lost twice,) and pulled into the driveway. There was a big white farmhouse, fields full of apple trees, and a barn. I went up to the front door and knocked... no answer... I knocked again... still no answer. I looked around and didn't see another car, so I figured nobody was home. I went around the side of the house where the truck was parked and saw a stack of crates in the backyard just at the end of the driveway with a sign on it. I walked up to it and saw that it said "Collin Brother's Grocers" written in sharpie. Was I supposed to load them myself? I looked around and didn't see a sign of anyone else, and not wanting to wait around all day, I moved the truck down the driveway and started loading the crates.
The morning sun beamed down on me as I loaded the crates into the truck. Each crate weighed about 40 lbs. and with each crate it got harder and harder. I'm used to lifting more weight than this, but not in the heat of the day, and there were a lot of crates. The sweat was dripping from my fur and I decided the coveralls were a bad idea. I undid the hooks and slipped my shirt off over my head and then resnapped the left side, leaving the right side of my chest exposed.
"Fuck it," I thought to myself, and undid both snaps, letting the sun beam down on my muscular torso.
I continued on with my work, wanting to get done fast so I could get back into the air conditioning of the truck. I bent down for another crate and I heard footsteps on the gravel driveway. I turned around to see who was coming when I saw a seven foot tall brown horse with white on his hands and muzzle coming towards me.
"Hi, sorry it took me so long to get up here. You're here for Collin's Brother's, right?" He said with a deep voice. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt and a pair of tight blue jeans. Under his shirt you could see his definition, a broad chest and shoulders, a rippled six pack. The front of his jeans showed off his huge bulge. He also wore a brown baseball cap and a pair of work boots like mine. He looked to be around my age or slightly older, maybe around 23 or so.
"Yeah, did Mike call and tell you I was coming?" I asked
"Yeah, he said you'd be here, but I got caught up with some work down in the field. Damn, it's hot," he said looking up towards the sky, "looks like you got the right idea," then he slipped his shirt off over his head.
I was in awe of his body. He had a perfect six pack and a v-cut with veins running up his stomach right along his dark brown happy trail. His chest was huge with both nipples pierced that shone in the sunlight. The muscles in his arms were well defined with veins running all over them.
"My dad wanted me to tell you he was sorry he couldn't come out and help you, he's a little tied up with a visitor," he said sleepily, stertching upwards and showing his muscular body.
"It's ok, at least he had the crates labeled so I could figure everything out on my own," I replied.
The entire time I talked I kept looking down at his stomach and the bulge in his jeans, and I think he might have noticed. He started getting wierd and fidgity.
"Well, I'd love to stay and help," he said quickly, "but I've got to get another shipment ready by this afternoon," and he turned to leave. As he walked away I noticed his tail was tied in a braid, showing off his perfect ass. I watched him walk down to the field where he was working.
I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. I wondered if he really noticed me checking him out and wondered if anything would come of it. I also couldn't stop thinking about his body and how turned on I was by him. All these thoughts kept going through my head, so I tried to shrug them off and continue working, but the hard on in my pants made it really hard. I suddenly couldn't take it anymore. I needed to get rid of it so I could finish loading these crates and get home.
I surveyed the area for private spot. It was mostly fields of trees, not very private, but then I remembered the barn on the other side of the house. I checked around to see if anyone was within sight that could see me sneaking off, but once again, there wasn't anyone around, so I made my way around the house.
I pushed the door open and looked inside. It was pretty much empty except for some farm equipment and some bales of hay. I walked over by the bales of hay and leaned against it. I started rubbing my chest, feeling my fur and thinking about how his fur felt. I ran my hand across to my nipple and pinched it as I thought about feeling the steel of his piercings between my fingers.I stuck my hand down the front of my overalls and rubbed my cock through my underwear.
I stuck my left hand down the back of my coveralls and into my underwear, prying apart my cheeks and probing for my hole. My other hand went in the front of my underwear, and I grabbed onto my expanding sheath, feeling my cock hardening inside of it. My other hand teased my puckered hole and I closed my eyes picturing him standing in his half-naked glory, his fur shining in the sun. I thought about how good it would feel for him to bend me over on top of those crates of apples and mount me. I imagined his body on top of me, the sweat dripping from his chest onto my back. A bead of precum formed at the tip of my dick, so I took it onto the tip of my finger and put it to my mouth, licking it. It tasted salty on my tongue, just as I imagine his would taste like.
I let my overalls fall down to my ankles, leaving me in my underwear. I hooked the waistband underneath my balls and started stroking my sheath up and down my cock furiously, throwning my head back and letting out a quiet moan, when I felt a warm breathe on the back of my neck. Two big, muscular arms wrapped around me from behind and a voice whispered in my ear.
"Relax, you don't want to get off yet, do you?" the voice cut through the quiet of the barn. I jumped a little bit and tried to turn around, but the arms held me in place. I felt the horse's snout nuzzle my neck and his warm breath along my shoulders. His hands traveled down my stomach and hooked the waistband of my briefs, then with one quick pull, he ripped the front of my underwear in half, leaving me naked with his arms wrapped around me. I could feel he was already naked and half hard, the flare of his head leaving a trail of precum as it rubs against my back. I turned around and looked at him, happy to finally see him naked, (he was still wearing his hat,) not having to imagine anymore. He nuzzled my neck, sending shivers through my body.
"I saw you checking me out," he whispered in my ear, "it's a small town, and I don't get much attention from other guys around here."
"You poor thing," I said jokingly, "I'll give you all the attention you need." I noticed how big his balls were, they must have not been drained in a while.
"Good," he said, smirking, and shoved me down onto a hay bale. He pointed his cock at my face, and I was right about the size of his bulge. It was huge. The top part of it was pink like bubblegum, and his head flared a little, then his balls, sheath, and the bottom half of his shaft were dark brown. The entire length was about as big as a forearm. The veins were large and started at the base, and ran down the length of his shaft, tapering off towards the end.
I licked the head of his cock, tasting his precum like I wanted to. I ran my tongue down his shaft, feeling each vein as I traveled. His balls were heavy and dark brown. I ran my tongue in circles around each one, tasting and smelling them as I went. I could smell his pheremones, which made me want him even more. I ran my tongue back up the shaft to the tip, then started circling the head with my tongue. I took his head between my lips, and started taking as much of his cock as I could into my muzzle. I couldn't get much, but from the way he was moaning I could tell I was doing a good job.
I took the head of his cock in between my lips and with my tongue applied pressure. His precum really started to flow. He started to get really rigid in my moth and the head started to swell bigger. He grabbed me by the shoulder and stood me up facing away from him. Then he grabbed onto my hips and pushed me to my knees, bending me over the hay bale. He bent down and I could feel his muzzle start to seperate my cheeks apart and his long, wet tongue started to circle my tail hole. He started probing my hole with his tongue, slobbering all over it and lubing it up. He pulled his face out from between my cheeks and a string of his slobber stayed connected from my ass to his mouth, glistening in the sunlight from the door.
After he was done lubing me up with his spit he stood up behind me and squeezed the head of his cock, letting the precum flow down over his hands and rubbing it down his shaft. He pointed the head of his cock at my waiting hole, and slowly began to rub the head up and down my crack, to tease me. He stopped at my hole and pushed forward slowly, inching his way up my tight ass. I could feel every vein and groove on his cock as it pried my hole open. I let out a moan in pain, grasping onto the hay bale, trying to adjust to the stretching of my hole.
"Are you ok?" he asked in a low voice
"Yeah I'll be alright, just fuck me." I said.
He slowly started to pump, in then out, letting me feel every vein as it passed through my hole. With each thrust he got deeper and deeper until I could feel his balls jiggling against mine. I let out a moan of pleasure, I could feel the warm base of his shaft right against my prostate.
"You're ass is so tight and warm," he whispered in my ear.
I could feel his belly against my back. He started nibbling on my neck, letting his warm breath tickle my skin. He ran his nose along my shoulders and back, smelling me, inhaling my pheremones, and started to buck his hips harder. His balls slapped against my ass and in between my legs.
"You smell good, it makes me want to fuck you harder."
"Go ahead, I want it," I replied.
He leaned back and started pounding my ass. His balls were slapping hard against me, and his nails dug into the skin on my back. I grabbed onto my own cock that was leaking precum and began stroking it faster. His shaft slammed into my prostate, milking it, making me moan louder. The big stallion mounted me as I was bent over the hay bale. His cock was pulsing deep in my ass, and I felt my own cock begin to swell and pulse.
"Do you want it in your ass?" he asked.
"Fuck yes!"
Then, he started to moan and he gave me one last deep thrust until he was all the way in. I could feel his cock flare in my ass, the veins began to pulse, and he couldn't hold off any more. I felt the ropes spray out of his cock and fill my ass around it, until it gushed out of my hole and ran down the backs of my legs. His flaring cock applied so much pressure against my prostate that I couldn't hold back, and my own cock shot rope after rope of stringy, white cum, covering the hay bale and squirting onto the dirt floor.
He layed with his chest against my back, his dick plopped out, letting cum run from my ass like a cork from a bottle. His breathing was heavy against my back, and he kissed my neck gently.
We both got dressed, (I no longer had underwear, but oh well,) and he finished helping me load the crates into the back of the truck. I gave him my number and told him I'd really like to see him again.
Just as I was about to leave, he came up to my window, and I rolled it down.
"Hey! There was something I wanted to give you before you left," and he leaned his head into the truck and kissed me.
It looks like my day off wasn't such a waste of time after all.