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May 1969

In spite of a long day at the Salvation Army Shop, Tracy’s heart was light as he climbed the stairs to the apartment he and Roy shared. The pain in his hip, which served as a constant reminder of his car accident, slowed him only a little. It was Saturday and the real start to his weekend. He was glad to be home.

The young coyote opened the apartment door calling out, “Hey, Big Bear! I’m home!”

“I’m in here, Babe,” Roy called from the kitchen.

“Mmmmm, what smells good?” asked Tracy, his nose twitching.

Roy was standing at the stove, stirring the contents of a large pot with a wooden spoon. “I’ve made us some chili and Mama brought over a fresh loaf of bread this afternoon. Hey, take the butter out of the fridge so it’ll get soft.”

Tracy stepped up behind his bear and gave Roy a playful grope. “You know, some things are better when they’re hard,” he said lustfully.

“My goodness! We’re feeling frisky today!” observed Roy.

Tracy’s tail wagged. “It’s Saturday night, after all,” he pointed out. “I’m going to go change my shirt. How long before dinner?”

“About twenty minutes. Butter…” But the coyote was already on his way to the bedroom. “Never mind, I got it,” Roy finished.

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Tracy sawed away at the loaf of bread, cutting thick slices while Roy scooped chili into their bowls.

“Babe, you’re drooling on the counter top,” said Roy.

“Blame your mom for making the best bread in the universe.” The younger male stacked slices onto a plate and carried them to the table. “Besides, it isn’t as if we’ve never swapped spit before.”

Roy delivered the bowls to their places. “Point taken,” he said. “Hey, what would you like to do tonight?”

“I was thinking about a movie.” Tracy swallowed a mouthful of chili before going on, “There’s a monster movie double feature playing at the Bel-Air. Attack of the something-or-others and a Godzilla flick.”

Roy buttered a slab of bread and offered it to his companion, “Here you go. The Bel-Air is that drive-in over in Cicero, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, that’s the one,” Tracy said as he took the offered slice. “What do you think?”

“Jeeze, I haven’t been to a drive-in theater in ages. Sounds like fun. I’ll drive.”

“Great,” said the coyote, “the Villager has more room. And after dinner, I’ll fix some popcorn to take with us.”

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The first film’s credits began to roll. Tracy leaned over to plant a smooch on Roy’s cheek. “This is so much fun!” he smiled, “Thanks for bringing me, Big Bear.”

“I always get a kick out of these movies. The dubbed dialog is so bad,” chuckled the older male. “Are you ready to dig out the popcorn?”

“Yeah, we gotta have popcorn for the second feature.”

“I’ll tell you what,” said Roy, “let me run over to the snack bar and get us something to wash that down with. What do you want to drink?”

“You know what I like. Surprise me,” said Tracy.

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The bear returned to the car with two large paper cups, straws poking out of the tops. “Brrrr, it’s getting chilly out there,” Roy said as he slid back into the driver’s seat. He handed over one of the drinks, “You like RC, don’t you?”

“Oh, man! This is great! You know, I can remember exactly where I was the first time I tried RC.”

Roy slurped his soda. “Really?”

“Yeah, we were driving through this small Pennsylvania town. It was dusk and dad noticed the lights on a softball field. He and mom decided we should stop and watch a few innings. Terry and I were just six years old and before long, we started getting a little fidgety. Dad told us if we were good, he’d get us a bottle of pop after the next inning. Well, a promise of sugar water was all it took. We straightened right up and dad kept his promise. He bought us each a Royal Crown. I thought I was in heaven.”

“I never realized that drinking RC could be a religious experience,” Roy laughed. “Popcorn?” The bear pointed at the large bag on the floorboard between Tracy’s feet.

“Sure, here you go…”

Roy took the bag from his companion and hefted it. “This feels kind of heavy to be popcorn,” he said suspiciously.

“Oh, it’s popcorn,” said Tracy with a mischievous grin, “but there’s an extra surprise for you at the bottom of the bag.”

The bear’s curiosity was piqued. His paw dug deep into the fluffy popcorn. “I don’t think I can wait that long… Oh! Ha-hah! You naughty boy!” From the bag, Roy withdrew a small, familiar bottle of coconut oil.

“I’ve never done it in a car before,” said Tracy. He reached over to rub a paw across the front of Roy’s pants.

Popcorn spilled as the big bear pulled his coyote close for a deep, sensuous kiss. “It’s what drive-ins were made for, after all,” he sighed as their lips parted.

“Mm-hmm,” Tracy breathed. “Now you know why I wanted you to park in the back row.”

“I hoped… uhhhh… that was what you had in mind.”

The two males were panting heavily and fogging the windows as their paws moved over each other’s bodies. In the confined space of the car, the air grew thick with the combined scents of canine and ursine musk. Tracy drew Roy from behind the steering wheel to the center of the Edsel’s bench seat. The young male climbed onto his bear’s lap and wrapped his arms around Roy’s neck. Their kisses grew more passionate as the lovers pressed their bodies tightly together.

Their kiss was interrupted briefly as Roy tugged Tracy’s t-shirt up and over his head. Their tongues met again. Muzzles pressed together. Roy used his thumbs to lightly circle Tracy’s nipples, those nubs growing hard under his skillful touch. Tracy put his hands around the back of Roy’s neck, kneading and massaging and drawing a deep rumble of satisfaction from his mate.

Tracy moved his hands to purposefully unbutton the big male’s shirt. Now his fingers worked their way through the thick fur of Roy’s upper chest. Roy moaned with pleasure, “Mmmmm, there’s more room in the rear seat, you know.”

Tracy smiled and planted a playful kiss on the tip of Roy’s nose. He grabbed the bottle of oil from where Roy had set it on the dashboard and practically bounded over the seat back into the rear. Roy chuckled, “I don’t think I can do that.” He quietly climbed out of the car and looked around cautiously. None of the occupants in the nearby vehicles seemed to notice as he reentered through the rear door.

In the diffuse light coming through the fogged windshield, Roy could see that the young coyote had already shucked his blue jeans and his tighty-whiteys. The red tip of Tracy’s penis peeked out of its soft, fuzzy sheath. Roy needed no further invitation. Tracy scooted back to make room for the big bear. He used his paw to draw his sheath down as Roy leaned forward. The bear’s soft lips parted. “Ahhhhh, oh Roy! Oh my Dog! Uhhhnnnn…” Tracy whimpered like a puppy in response to the magic Roy’s lips and tongue worked upon his body.

Without taking his mouth from Tracy’s delicious cock, Roy finished removing his own shirt. He couldn’t take his trousers off completely while kneeling on the floor of the back seat, but he managed to unzip, freeing his bearhood. Although his nose wasn’t as sensitive as Tracy’s, the heavy canine scent was even stronger between Tracy’s legs, fueling Roy’s arousal. He pawed himself while continuing to suck and lick his partner.

Tracy placed one paw lightly on the top of Roy’s head, feeling the fine, silky softness of the fur there. He licked the fingers of his other paw to lubricate them before rubbing and lightly pinching his own nipples, first one then the other. The young male moaned and whimpered. His hips bucked reflexively, thrusting his penis deeper into Roy’s mouth. He let out an involuntary “arf” whenever the bear’s muzzle bumped up against his knot.

Canine precum trickled over Roy’s tongue. The bear was practically drunk on the taste and smell of his coyote. With one paw, he reached up to run his fingers through his lover’s fine belly fur. He lightly drew circles around Tracy’s belly button with one finger, barely touching the skin with his claw. Roy’s other paw slid under Tracy’s hip, encouraging the younger male to hump deeper into his mouth.

“Oh Roy! I’m cumming! I’m huhhhhhnnnn…” Tracy’s legs stiffened and he pulled Roy’s head down onto his cock as the orgasm shot through his body.

Roy moved his paw from Tracy’s abdomen to the base of his partner’s penis, squeezing behind the canine’s knot. He gulped and swallowed the thick coyote semen that Tracy released into his mouth. Roy continued sucking, gently now, until he heard his partner’s panting slow and felt the coyote’s muscles relax. He moved up until at last he could place a tender kiss on Tracy’s lips.

Tracy wrapped his arms around Roy’s neck. As they kissed, he slipped his long tongue into the bear’s mouth where he could taste the remaining traces of his own semen. Wordlessly, he rolled the bear over to take his place on the wide back seat of the station wagon and slid Roy’s trousers off the rest of the way. Tracy reached down to the floor where the bottle of oil had fallen, giving Roy’s penis a teasing lick as he did so. He uncapped the bottle and poured a dollop of the light oil into his palm before applying it to his partner’s bearhood.

Roy sighed and closed his eyes as his lover’s fingers moved over his shaft, lubricating him and giving him a preview of the pleasures yet to come.

Satisfied that his big bear was ready, Tracy, added a few extra drops of the oil to his fingertips and reached back to spread them under his tail. He positioned himself over Roy’s hips and smiled as the tip of his lover’s penis found his tail hole. He slid down slowly, allowing his body to adjust bit by bit to this intrusion until the entire length of Roy’s shaft had penetrated him.

Eyes still closed, Roy leaned his head back against the car door, letting out a deep sigh as Tracy began riding him. The sigh turned into a moan and then a series of grunts and pants as Tracy found his rhythm.

The tips of the coyote’s ears brushed the car’s headliner each time his own body rose up high over Roy’s pelvis. It was impossible to see clearly through the foggy windows and the soundtrack of the movie coming from the tinny speaker box masked the noises of their activity, Still, the thought of making love with his big bear here, in what was essentially a public location, thrilled Tracy in a unique way. He placed his paws on Roy’s shoulders and leaned forward to kiss his mate as his hips rose and fell in a dance that had become familiar to the two of them.

Roy was panting hard around Tracy’s lips and tongue, their muzzles seemingly locked together as the young male moved above him. His paws gripped the back of Tracy’s thighs, encouraging the coyote to move faster and take him impossibly deeper. The heat of his lover’s body and the tightness of Tracy’s tail hole were nothing less than mind-blowing. The electric feel of Roy's impending climax began to flow throughout his body. He moaned around Tracy’s kiss, “Mmmm cmmmnngggh!”

Tracy sat up as straight as he could in the car and sank down hard over Roy’s penis. Beneath him, Roy bellowed like a feral bear.

Their mutual satisfaction was interrupted by a thumping on the window and a young male voice from outside the car, “Way to go man! Do her good!”

Roy and Tracy froze at the sound and looked at each other. Then, as the footsteps outside the car retreated in the direction of the snack bar, the couple simultaneously burst into laughter.

“I’ve never had a cheering section before,” chuckled Roy.

“Do her good?” laughed Tracy.

“Well, it isn’t like he could see what you’re equipped with,” said Roy, rapping a knuckle on the steamy window behind his head.

“I’ll forgive him then.” Tracy stretched out across Roy’s chest and snuggled his nose into the bear’s thick neck fur. “I guess he heard all he needed to. Better make sure the coast is clear before you move back up front.”

“Will do. Thanks for bringing the popcorn, Babe.”

“Thank you for the movie, Big Bear.”