Za Zdorovye!
This took a long time, gift piece for my friend Mega Waffle.
I didnt proof read, so if you see something let me know
Oren had a love/hate relationship with his height. Wombats barely even managed to make it up the chin of most furs and from the back most of them only looked like fat teenage wolves with a stunting problem. Oren's height was no exception, but at least he made it up with paunch, muscle, and a punchy personality that made people reel back whenever he got pissed. When the skin under his fur went red from rage and he called someone a cunt, he always relished in the feeling of knowing that the target of his abuse got freaked out, and wondered if they were going to get socked in the muzzle. This happened a lot in his job as assistant manager the Blue Crow Bar, if a customer broke a glass he would throw a glare, if they didn't apologize he would curse them out, if they gave him lip he would launch into a tirade in front of customer and have them kicked out. He had garnered a reputation in the area for his short temper, teddy bear appearance and vicious tongue, unfortunately his temperament was driving away some of the customers. His boss had had words with him a few days ago and warned him that if his behavior continued, Oren would have to find employment else ware. He barely listened to the lecture, he was tired and depressed from a long day and hated the lack of respect others initially gave him, but loved it when they got put back into place. And goddamn it did it pissed him off when that fat lug of a bear didn't react the way he expected.
Oren had been shifting gear for the cover band onto the dingy wooden platform that the bar had the gall to designate as the stage. Oren could do physical labor, he was damn proud of his ability to use the power of his muscular ass to push trolleys filled with random crap from the back of the bar to the front. Of course theres always the problem of that pervasive, stickling bastard that made the job that much harder, his height. So, of course, he bashed right into the big slab of bear that was standing next to the service door. As the trolley toppled to its side and the contents across the floor of the narrow entry way, Oren turned towards the bear and eyed him with fury. He stood at almost twice Oren's height and his wide frame blocked most of the hall out into the main bar. The bear looked horrified, paws together in front of his muzzle and his wide eyes stared down at the wombat. A bright pink t-shirt stretched taut against his belly, a stain spreading on the front from the drink he was holding.
Oren took a deep breathe, tilted his head up and growled. 'Standing right there....is the dumbest fuckin-'
Before he could get started, the bear picked up the trolley and hugged it to his belly in a vain attempt to hide the dark stain. With his eyes squeezes shut and a visible tremble appearing over his body, he looked like he was trying to hide from the wombats words. 'I am so, so, so sorry. I didn't know you were there'
Oren glared at him for a second and looked past him, a couple of people had craned their heads to see what all the commotion was about. Oren sighed and tried to collect himself. He thought about his boss, another outburst and he could be fired. He thought about that day in the office, how the svelte fox behind his crappy steel desk lectured him about 'customer satisfaction' and 'reputation' and how he had a business to run without worrying about someone going postal. The fox pissed him off, Oren knew the only reason he wasn't fired was because he was too valuable. Punt him, and the whorish bartender would be too busy thinking about cocks instead of how to make a B-52 shot.
Oren's fists clenched as he looked at the ashamed bear. He wanted to yell so badly, he would have yelled, he would have tore into him and got fired. It would have felt great. But there was something about the man that stopped him. Most people would have just shrugged and walked away, given a quick sorry, but this guy looked genuinely terrified. Tearing him a new one would be a pyrrhic victory for his conscious and job.
'Just-' Oren drew in a shaky breathe as his annoyance started to subside, the bear opened his eyes 'Its fine, just help me with this.' Oren waved his hand towards the amplifier. 'Move the black thing to the far left.' Oren noticed the glass on the ground, it hadn't broken, but red liquid was splashed out onto the floor. Cranberry juice. 'And come back once you're done, that's gonna stain.' It was going to stain anyway, but at least it would look good if he offered the bear another shirt and a cleaning
The bear gave a small smile and picked up the amplifier with ease, the muscles visibly tensed through his shirt as he hefted the box. The bear was strong, Oren had to give him that. He shifted the amplifier deftly, like he was an everyday activity. Oren threw a tea towel from the bar over the spill, motioned the bear to follow him to the office and told him to sit down in the chair opposite the desk and take off his shirt
The office was dreadfully decorated. The hardwood walls were wasted on the tacky country band posters, gray filing cabinets and a giant, ugly dartboard. The metal desk in the center was the focal point of the eyesore, it sat there like a sore thumb with extra rust. Of course the wombat didn't have the highest standards of fashionable rooms, but when a fat shirtless bear is standing in the middle of the room with only an undershirt, a blush covering his muzzle and shyly covering his nipples with his forearm it only made the office seem like a backdrop. When the bear had taken it off, Oren had to keep back and aroused choke and hold his breathe to turn around. The bear was fat, but the tanktop accentuated the weight in a way he didn't expect. The top was way too small, and almost acted almost as a belly shirt, accentuating pair of tits that begged to be sucked on, groped and abused, the nipples showing outside of the straps in a way that asked to be flicked. The skimpy thing was borderline a cloth version of a harness. The belly had an obvious weight and bounce, it leaned out graciously from his wide frame, covered in black fur it had the warmth and softness of a hillock that the wombat could lay back and rest on for hours.
Oren coughed and knelt by a card box board on the floor with his back to the bear to rummage an extra large shirt, it also gave him to opportunity to shift the erection that raged against his jeans. Oren had plenty of experience with men, you don't get to have experience with plying others with alcohol and not expect the occasional grope from a leering drunk. His last partner had been a twig of a man though. When he talked about it he often compared it to having sex with a cricket. So when he had the opposite type of guy in front of him, with his shirt off no less, turning around and getting on one knee was the only thing he could do to stop himself from saying 'Hey would you mind if I chewed on those tits for a while?'
After shuffling his cock around and un-tucking his own, Oren grabbed out an extra large and threw it to the bear. 'So whats your name'
The bear looked at him quizzically before putting on the shirt, Oren tilted his head and let a lecherous grin spread over his face before the belly dissapeared under black fabric and a blue crow.
'Oh, everybody just calls me Waffle'
Oren frowned and leaned back against the wall, before realizing his shirt was starting to lift. He straightened up again and peered at the bear.
'Scuse' me? The fuck kinda-'
Waffle chuckled and scratched the back of his head. 'It's just a silly nickname.' Oren studied the bear. He didn't seem the type to frequent these types of bars. Most of the people Oren served were lower class, scruffy men in plaid shirts and bright green workers jackets. Not to say it wasn't shady, but the bear seemed to have a more affable and innocent quality that was almost non-existent in the types that frequented the bar. It was pretty obviously his first time here.
Oren nodded his head and dismissed it. 'Oooookay....you're first time here innit? Mate here with ya?'
Waffle glanced towards the door, a sliver of worry passing across his face 'Uh yeah...but I think she left a while ago with a guy...hang on'
The bear pulled out his phone, wagged it at Oren and grinned 'I was looking at it when you bumped into me'. He pawed across the screen 'Yeah, here' He started reading out a text, his voice was stilted and monotonous, like he was a kid reading a book in front of a class. Oren smiled inwardly as the innocence level ratcheted right up.
'I had to go, a guy bought me drinks and we are heading back to his place I can pay for a cab later thanks...that slut' Oren guessed the last part wasn't in the message itself. 'I don't have enough money' Waffle grumbled and looked down at his feet 'I spent it on a...virgin cranberry juice'
Oren resisted a urge to giggle, putting his hands in his pocket and thumbing his wallet 'I could buy you a drink or two if you want'
The bear looked up with another blush crossing his face. 'Nonono, it's ok, they're kinda expensive here.' The corner of Oren's face twinged in annoyance. 'Besides I've never had a...uh' The bear blushed again, making the wombat wonder if there was any blood left for his brain, he piped up.
'You've never had alcohol had you?"
Waffle fiddled with the edge of his shirt, avoiding eye contact with the wombat. 'I just came because my friend wanted me to, I should probably go.' The bear stood up and made towards the door. Oren darted forward and grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling back a little after the bear stopped.
'I could get you some drinks if you want!' He almost shouted that, his eagerness to spend some more time with the bear showing in his voice. It was his turn to blush now, he just hoped he didn't seem like a try hard.
The bear turned around and looked over his shoulder 'I really don't want to be a bother...'
'Don't worry about it, I'll pay for a couple!' Oren grinned. The bar was a harsh place, people got drunk, they fucked each other, beat each other, swore, screamed, yelled. But the bear brought a softness in his appearance and gentle nature that made the wombat want to see more of it. 'I have a twenty percent discount.' he sung.
The bear turned around and with a soft grin. 'Well....if its not going to be hard on you...sure!'
The bar itself was classic, a square of darkly stained hardwood sat in the center of the main room. Wine glasses hung upside that, when the light hit them in the right way when you were looking, sent sparkles of light to glisten and reflect off them in a myriad of colors. It was the only thing of class in a room filled with the remnants of philistines and drunks. The bar itself was Oren's pride and joy, he regularly buffed, polished and worked on any chips or damage to the wood, he arranged the glassware in his own way, he occasionally bought glassware that gave the cheap bourbon he poured a sense of class. Of course that dissipated when he realized he had to use a stool because half the bottles were too high for him to reach.
The bar was slowly starting to empty out by 10:30 as most of them had work the next day, the concept always surprised Oren, he just assumed that they rose from their pods before coming to the bar, sticking gum under the tables, breaking glassware and heckling the stage talent before going back home. There was only about twenty people left now, they just sat there and gawked at the indie female singer crooning away on the stage. The bartender on the other side of the square could handle what little traffic there was left, allowing Oren to ply his new bear friend with alcohol. Waffle sat across from on the stool, his head turned towards the stage while Oren poured himself a glass of red wine.
'So big guy....what'll it be?
Oren tapped his fingers on the counter as the bear turned his head towards him, looking over the wombat shoulder with a look of dismay and confusion. 'There's so much back there..... could I have a sip of that?' He indicated towards the wine. Oren shrugged and nudged the glass towards him
'You like wine?'
The bear shrugged 'I've never had any, do you know much about it?' Waffle tilted the glass, swirled it and looked at Oren quizzically.
Oren beamed proudly, his voice filled with a boastfulness of someone much taller. 'Well nobody here knows wine like me!' He pointed to the glass. 'That's an Australian Shiraz, from the Barossa region, its powerful stuff though, just make sure you coat every inch of your tongue with it in a big sip, thats how you get most the plum flavor that region has'
Waffle grimace and raised the glass, took a gulp of the red liquid, swished it in his mouth and tilted his head back. Oren laughed as he heard the gag and the swallow. The big guy put the glass down and slid it back across the bench before undergoing a coughing fit and covering his mouth. 'Oh my gosh.' He choked 'All I can taste is pepper, is that good?'
Oren grinned and took a sip, the strength of the tannins coating his mouth in the drying sensation he adored. 'Yeah, you're lucky, most people dont even notice the pepper in their first go. You want to try a pinot noir, its a bit less.......' He scratched his chin trying to come up with the word. 'Mouth-rapey.'
Waffle snorted. The bears chest shaking as he chuckled, Oren stared at that chest and wondered what would happen if the groped it, and kissed it, and launched a few ropes of cum over it. He was brought out of his lewd thoughts by the bear tapping his paw. He looked up, briefly startled before mentally shaking himself.
'How about saaaaay....an illusion cocktail'
Waffle raised an eyebrow 'Whats in it?'
'Vodka, pineapple juice, triple sec, lemon...its very fruity'
The bear nodded. 'Sure, one of those'
Oren gathered up the bottles, his back to the bear as he worked the drinks. As he started shaking the mixer, he looked in the bar mirror back to Waffle, and noticed his gaze getting lower and fixating on his backside. Oren looked down at the shaker, adjusted his legs to get a better footing and shook harder, glancing back the bear to notice his eyes getting that little bit wider. With his ego inflated and his interest in the bear confirmed, he poured the drink, got back in front of the bear and raised his wine.
'Za Zdorovye!'
'Za...zdov..ya....what's that mean?'
Oren chuckled and leaned forward to clink his glass. 'Russian, means to your health'
'Oh....za zdo-'
'Don't try it again mate.'
An illusion cocktail get a person quite inebriated due to the masking effect of the pineapple and lemon. The last time Oren had these, he had passed out drunk on a couch, his friends covering him in cigarettes, porn magazines and a bible. He had the time of his life that night, he figured he would try and give the same to his new friend. The two had been drinking for about an hour. Oren had always been a lightweight, halfway through his second glass of wine he could feel the blood rushing through his body and warming him. The cocktail shaker had almost got away from him a couple of times, he was beginning to slur and words, and his Australian accent was beginning to come out in full force, the Northern Territory abrasiveness of his personality started to shine through in all its obscene glory. He was lucky the bear was just as drunk.
He had underestimated Waffle's ability to consume alcohol, he was betting on the concept that the guys would time would have him dramatizing and saying "Ohhhh I can totally feel it'. Instead, when Oren had poured out the cocktail into the smooth glass, the bear had downed it in a nervous sip, a single massive gulp, wiped his mouth, grinned from ear to ear and asked for another. After the third drink Oren had just started pouring the ingredients into a mug, he had expected the bear to have enough by then. They had talked extensively, the bear prattling on about the cartoons he loved, the speed of his voice increasing as he got more drunk and excited, like his brain couldn't keep up with his tongue and lips.
As Waffle was downing the last few drops of the drink, Oren's phone vibrated with an alarm, the bar was closing up.
Grimacing, he stuffed the phone back into his jeans and grabbed the bottle of vodka when Waffle piped in a whiny, slurred voice
'Heyeyeeey, aren't we gonna drink more?' He asked in a lopsided grin.
Oren gulped down the last of his wine, cringing as the flavor barreled down his throat in a harsh blaze of blackcurrant and menthol.
'Nah mate, We're closing down.' He put the bottle back on a shelf. 'Where ya live big guy? I'll get you a cab, got money?'
The bear grinned stupidly and raised his glass, the ice tinkling inside it. 'Outta it. I kinda hoped my friend would help me with the fare,' He pushed his chair back and leaned forward, enough for the bottom of his muzzle to slide along the counter and some fat to gather up at his neck. 'It's across town anyways, too faaaaaaaaaaar.
Oren grinned and saw his opportunity, reaching over and petting Waffles muzzle. 'Why don't you come back to mine and stay for the night, I'll drive you to yours in the morning.' One of Waffle's eyes closed as he stared vacantly forward, not the most attractive look, but Oren had seen a lot worse. 'I'll uh...give you some coffee when we get there, up up, mine is too blocks away, the other's can take care of the rest here.' He didn't really care, the wine had already made the decision for him. He got off his stool and made his way around the side of the bar. Oren pushed on the bears side, serving the dual purpose of getting the fat drunk off his ass and getting a little grope in the process
Waffle shakily stood on his feet with a mumbled "Thanks" and lumbered towards the door with Oren staggering by his side.
The walk back to Oren's flat was loud, after leaving the bar Waffle seemed to take it upon himself to see just how much he could raise the volume of his voice. The brisk night air had woken them both up some, the bears energy spiking as he talked about the most random things. He jumped from topics from how nice Oren was to him, how the drinks were delicious, how the lamp posts looked like UFO's and how aliens could really be out there. He walked backwards in a steady pace in front of Oren, talking about his inane topics at the wombat tried to listen. It's not like Oren was trying to be rude, it's just that after he's had two glasses of red it can be kind of hard to keep track of the streets they had passed and making sure the chattering meat wall didn't smack into anybody.
It was midnight by the time they arrived. The flat was decent, one of his two roommates loved to work on the garden. The porch light was turned on as the wombat had texted the same roommate to leave the light on for his arrival. Despite the light flooding the stone steps, Oren had to laugh at Waffle stumbled over the rosebushes that had outgrown from the side garden, letting out a series of curses and shouts as the branches stuck into the side of his jacket. He struggled for a moment, looked at Oren and mouthed 'Help me!'
The little wombat took the chance to touch the bears arm and pull away the branches, letting his side press against the bears chest as he reached up on the tips of his toes and brushed the branches away from his shoulder. He reveled in it and thanked God that the bear didn't notice that he lingered just a little bit too long there.Oren's chin brushed up against the bears chest and he raised up himself up and down to superfluously brush off microscopic plant fibers from the jacket, his nose pressing right up against the bears chest He smelled like cheap deodorant, with the faintest hint of musk emanating from the chest fur. The bear grumbled a little, mumbling something under his breath. Oren pushed himself away, terrified that the bear could feel an erection growing against him.
'Mmmmm, coffee?'
Oren sighed and wiped his forehead, fishing out the keys from his pocket.
'Yeah, coffee, I got that...'
The housemates had gone to bed soon after they arrived. By then both housemates had gone to bed and it was a real struggle for the drunken pair to make their way through the hall into the kitchen, the wombat had blatantly grabbed pawfuls of Waffles shirt under the flimsy guise of needing to keep balance. Oren really didn't need to keep balance at that point, he had just hoped it wasn't obvious to the bear.
Coffee was one of the things that Oren hated in the states, the Australian way was always freeze dried Nestle which drove the housemates up the wall. Of course Oren took a secret bit of pride in that, he always slurped his coffee with an exaggerated noise of pleasure, making it a point to not notice a difference between freshly brewed and freeze dried. Naturally he didn't notice, but it was always fun to poke at the Yanks. The bear didn't seem to notice either, with a large of alcohol seeping through his veins, he didn't seem to mind the new stuff. The bear leaned against the counter and gripped the coffee in one hand, alternating between that and a bottle of water. Oren sat up on the counter, feet dangling, taking soft, idle sips from his mug while he watched the bear.
With one last, loud slurp, Waffle downed the last of the coffee, he stood there, holding his mug like he was savoring the warmth, his eyes closed in thought.
'Were....were you hitting on me before?.' He mumbled, his eyes stayed closed as if he was dreading an answer.
Oren didn't react, he took another reserved sip from his mug. He had an irky feeling in the pit of his stomach that Waffle knew, he was quiet the whole time he was making coffee. 'Yeah, a little, was it obvious?.' He stated in a slightly monotonous voice, borderline sarcastic. He knew the bear had something else going on, there was no way in hell a straight guy would have tolerated the groping and the physical contact, but just in case he tensed his muscles. 'Wanna go on a date?' He asked, in the same tone that he originally asked how many sugars Waffle would like in his coffee.
The bear put down his mug and tapped his fingers on the counter, stealing a furtive glance at the wombat before glancing down at his feet, blushing and mumbling 'I think I'd like that'
Oren grinned to himself. He loved it when men blushed, a smile could be fake, a raise in pitch could be calculated, but blood rushing up the coat the brown muzzle of a handsome bear was something that objectively showed a person's reaction. The blush remained on his face when Oren told the bear to kiss him, the crimson beneath the fur deepened when he loomed over the wombat, and the heat spread as he leaned down and pressed his muzzle against the wombats.
The kiss was gentle, soft and obviously the product of nervousness, inexperience and reservation. It was the type of kiss that sought to see if there were sparks to light a fire. The only noise was of soft breathing and the rustle of a paw against a jacket as Oren ran it up past the shoulder to scratch at bears cheek. The scratch may have warmed the kindling inside Waffle, as soon his lips parted and a large tongue sought entry to his partner with a hint of trepidation. Oren opened his mouth and accepted the tongue, giving it a gentle lick with his own before the other pushed further, overwhelming his own. As it continued, the kindling in Waffle started to burn hotter, his paws roamed and gripped the sides of Oren's wide hips. His hips were a gift of his ancestors, used for self defense against predators that attacked, now the bear was using the hips as handles, pulling the smaller body deeper into the warmth of his jacket and chest. The paws took possession of Oren, the confidence in them spurred on by inebriation as one kept a tight grip on his hip, and the other pressed into the back of Oren's head, keeping his head still as the tongue plundered the inside of the wombat's mouth.
The kiss grew sloppier and louder in nature, the alcohol mixing with the energy of lust, confidence and a significant amount of blue balls. Their tongues danced against each other, heads twisting to get at new angles to kiss at a new, fresh angle. Occasionally they would break apart, pant to get their breathe back, then dive into each other again. It was borderline primitive. Oren's hands had explored the bears chest all over, the height perfect to grab at his tits and give them a gentle squeeze. The reaction from Waffle was exquisite, he would let out a high pitch wine and shortly double his efforts into the kiss, trying to push the wombat deeper into his mouth.
They parted and Oren buried his face into Waffle's neck. Those were the best types of kisses, heavy, rough, verging into grossly sloppy. His little heart pounded in his chest. Pushing the bear away to make some space, he hopped off the bench and grabbed the bottom of Waffle's shirt, tugging it as he tried to briskly march from the kitchen into the other hallway. His mind was made up
The bear giggled at the wombats incessant tugging and chuckled, still slurring his words a little. "Wh-Where we going?'
The wombat gave another tug, dragging him around the corner. 'Bedroom.' He stated.
Waffle giggled again and waggles his eyebrows, uncoordinated of course, but endearing nonetheless. 'What are we gonna do there?'. The wombat didn't reply as they stumbled to the bedroom. At the closed door, the wombat turned around, looked the bear up and down and got a grin on his face.
'Against the door.' He said simply, his grin getting wider. He always had always wanted to be dwarfed by another male, the bear had the perfect height and thickness in form to make him feel small. 'You can just'- He stopped mid sentence as Waffle started to fiddle with his belt, flicking off the buckle and trying to undo the button before Oren grabbed his hand, stopping the desperate bid to take off his pants. 'Not here' He hissed. He looked past Waffle's hip down to the other door, discerning if anybody heard.
'Just-' Oren backed up against the wall. 'Bend down a bit' He wrapped his arms around the bears neck. 'Up, paws on my ass' Waffle stood up slowly, paws firmly gripping the wombat's backside, paw pads vainly searching along the seat of his pants for the crack of his ass. 'Against the door, tongue in my throat.' Waffle pressed the wombat against the hardwood, a little too roughly as he had to mumble an apology as the wombat called him a dumb ass. Waffle lowered his muzzle and slid his tongue deep into the wombat.
One pair of hands ran through neck fur, the other massaged a muscular pair of ass cheeks, and a pair of tongues fought for dominance in joined mouths. Waffles strength was up to par, as he was able to easily hold up the wombat against the door. Oren thought his arms were failing though, as he was slowly being lowered. He didn't interrupt the kiss, as he just expected to be on his feet. Only when he got low enough to feel a hard rod rubbing up against his rear did he stop the kiss with a lewd smirk.
'I guess you're an excited boy boy aren't ya?' He teased. 'Bit of a top?'
The bear was panting, focusing on moving his clothed erection against the wombat's ass. His paw pads and hips fought against his jeans, trying to find a crack to spread and a hole to sink into. 'Versatile' He grunted through his teeth. 'Can we just...get in there?' Oren didn't know if Waffle was referring to his ass or the room. But he reached .own, opened the door, and the two stumbled into the room. Oren pointed out the light switch, illuminating the sparsely furnished room. With Oren still in Waffle's arms, they maneuvered awkwardly through the cluttered room, stray clothes strewn on the floor threatening to trip up the bear, until Oren was settled on the edge of the bed.
Oren scratched his chin and leaned forward, scratching his chin like he was thinking of some deep philosophical question. Instead he was staring at the prominent bulge in Waffle's pants, wandering how the bear would want to continue. He was a power bottom at heart, nothing got his blood pumping more than the mental image of using the muscles in his ass to beat a man's pelvis into submission. Few guys wanted to give up the power though, Oren had this irrational fear of being rejected for his nature. He imagined that most men wanted a sniveling bottom boy, instead of a man that demanded he got rammed. He didn't whine when he got fucked, he grunted, he swore, he told his partner's to fuck him harder before he took matters into his own hands.
'Take off your clothes.' Oren stated in that matter-of-fact voice again.
Waffle blushed and looked at his feet, his view obscured by dick. 'Don't you wanna-'
'Nah.' Oren interrupted, he leaned back a little, a cocky grin on his face. 'I wanna see what I'm working with'
Waffle took a step backward and started to pull off his shirt, the fat of his stomach softly jiggled as the shirt reach past the curve. He bent over a bit to obscure his chest, lifting it up and over his head before standing up straight, holding the shirt up to cover his chest. Oren stood up on the bed, shakily getting his footing before he beckoned the bear closer. 'Give me that!' He muttered before grabbing the shirt and throwing it across the room. 'Lower your arms too.' He ordered. He looked the bear up and down, admiring the body. 'Now thats some good chub you got there..'
The bear was fat, there was no denying that. The boon of his species gave him heft like rolling hills, chub like overstuffed cushions, and weight meant to be thrown around. The bear's belly sagged out a little, obviously from a lack of exercise. But the chest was what drew Oren's eyes. He had a thing for, he hated the word, but there was no other for it, moobs. Oren reached forward and grabbed one, rolling the nipple gently in his fingers. He checked the bears face for discomfort, but there was only satisfaction present. His eyes were clothes, and his mouth was parted in a silent O.
'You like having your tits played with big guy?' He asked.
Waffle nodded, his eyes remained close, all he gave was a breathy 'Mhmmm' as his nipple was fondled.
'That's the thing about fat guys like you' Oren mumbled, giving the tit a gentle squeeze, rolling the meat in his hand 'There's more nerve endings here, chubs can't get enough of this.' He reached up and grabbed the other one, brushing over the nipple with the edge of a paw pad, if only to make it hard for his amusement. 'Guys with a flat chest, there's nothing to play with there, nothing to squeeze, they get nothing out of it' He squished them together, keeping an eye on the bear's face for discomfort. The force of his squeezes increased 'But the fatties....you squish their tits juuuuuust right-' He gave a rough squeeze to each one, the bear relinquishing a grunt. 'They're like fuckin' putty in your hands....'
Oren leaned forward and up, giving the bear a light smooch on the end of his muzzle. 'Let me know if I'm too rough, big guy, just stay still and enjoy.' He whispered, before attacking the bears chest in a fervor that belied his stature. He attacked the tits with his tongue, lips and jaw with a lust that bordered on painful. He worshiped the fat nipples, sucked on one while groping the other, swapping between each one to give them equal attention. In short, he manhandled the chest for his own gain, he roughed up the bears tits. His smaller paws worked every nerve, every sensitive spot that had the bear grunting and breathing heavier. He was silent for the most part, obeying Oren's order to the best of his ability, but theres only so much a man can take before his dick threatens to break inside his pants. As Oren devoured his chest, he didn't notice as the bear undid his pants with one hand, letting them drop to the floor. As Oren slurped his nipples, he pulled down the front of his briefs, and felt a cock smack him square in the chest.
The wombat startled and fell backwards, but he only got a short look at the prodigious member as the bear was on top of him, tearing off his clothes. The shirt was thrown to the side, showing a paunchy belly and smaller nipples. The pants were pulled off and thrown behind them, revealing a set of gray trunks. These were cast aside like so much fetter as well, showing off a stout, fat dick which leaked a small trickle of pre onto the gray, fuzzy navel. The bear dived his muzzle between the wombats muscular thighs, sucking on a pair of heavy nuts that had been churning and filling with seed since the first kiss. He slobbered at them with a hunger that rivaled the hunger when he saw Pop-Tarts, he slurped up the pole like it was ice cream. But before Oren could get over the surprising attack and really get into the blow job, he was flipped onto his stomach, a pair of paws spread his muscular ass cheeks and a pair of lips kissed his hole.
The bear was less voracious in his rimming. It was more of affection than lust, more of softness than a fight for entry. Oren loved being rimmed, the sensation of a tongue plugging his insides was heaven. Most guys took it as a pre-show, Waffle took it as a main event. The bear was almost nuzzling at his puckered flesh, parting onto the hole soft kisses that were soft but eventually grew wet. Oren's body started to melt, the sinews turning to soft threads as his rear was played with. He sighed and hugged one of the pillows of his bed, keeping silent to let the bear do his work. The tongue was as soft in his crack as it was in his mouth, the tip gently licking over the twitching hole as it worked its magic. Little kissing noises and soft slurps came from where muzzle met ass, the bear treating the butt like it was delicate than it actually was. His paws kneaded the cheeks gently, occasionally squishing them up against his muzzle.
The bear pulled back and admired his work, the hole glistened with saliva, twitching with the attention it had gotten. He kissed up the wombats spine, making him go stiff as a board before mumbling 'Was that good?' at the back of the wombat's head. All he could give in response was a strained 'Mmmm', a choked response to hide his appreciation.
He slurped his tongue along the inside of the wombat's crack several times, imparting as much saliva as he could to it before diving back into the mess to eat. His tongue started to get more insistent in the need to gain entry to Oren's depths, pressing harder into the flesh as it went up along the crack. Every slurp was reserved and deliberate, every wet lick got more forceful to the middle. He pulled out his muzzle and looked at the hole, as if trying to decipher a quality that he couldn't quite understand before he went back in. With a soft 'Hmmmm', Waffle managed to work his tongue into the offered ass.
Oren's back arched into what could be called a reflex action, how else would one react when a warm, wet and wriggling organ punches through your butt? He lifted himself into his knees, a corresponding moan raising in volume as the tongue worked deeper and the back went higher. Waffles muzzle was pushing hard into the butt just as hard as Oren pushed back. He grunted the first of many grunts. It was deep and earthy, a man's grunt of pleasure, a grunt that came only from men born of a rougher stock than most. It burrowed in Waffle's ease and made him attack the ass with a renewed vigor. 'Eat my ass you fat stud' Oren grunted. "Stud" was one of the more inane words he could have picked, but with a flick of the tongue across his prostate, both of them forgot. Precum started to leak out him like a faucet, dripping like Morse code onto the sheets. Waffle's tongue worked harder than it had ever had before, the muscular butt demanding the attention it deserved. But, with a soft slap on the hip, another grunt and a lewd, loud slurp, Waffle retreated from the ass and wiped his muzzle, his work resplendent in its glistening, slightly gaped glory.
With a sigh of disappointment, Oren looked back over his shoulder, flipped around and sat back, admiring the large dick jutting out from the bear. He had seen his fair share of dicks, the bear was definitely a contender for the upper echelon in terms of aesthetics. The rimming had made his dick rock hard, a steady stream of pre leaking out from the tip. His length was nothing to write home about, but his girth made him insecure. Waffle could probably render a fleshlight a one time toy, SWAT could use it to break down a door in a breach and clear, and the balls threatened to outshine grenades in their size and probable firepower. The bear gave a shy smirk and a half hearted flex, the muscle underneath the fat complimenting his package in a way that could only be described as a marriage of heavy forms.
Wordlessly, Oren crawled forward, cradling both the cock and balls in each paw, admiring the heft and weight to each organ. The bear grinned down past his belly, appreciating the admiration that emanated from the wombat. He petted the small ears in one meaty paw, before pushing down the gray head to meet his dick. Oren's mouth opened to the tip, the taste of pre blooming on his tongue like a fine wine. The dick pushed forward, pressing his tongue to the bottom of his mouth as it moved inexorably to the throat. Unfortunately, the girth of the dick forced just before entry, but that didn't discourage Oren, he worked with what he had. He bobbed his head up and down, turning it this way and that to provide enough stimulation for the girthy dick. His work was clearly approved by the bear, a soft 'oh' emitting from his lips each time the wombat reached the deepest he could go. He respectfully worked on the bears balls, giving them a gentle squeeze while the other massaged what was left of the dick. Rivulets of drool seeped past his mouth and onto his massaging hand, allowing soft, squishing noises as his hand rubbed over the remaining length. His jaw started to get tired, and before his blowjob could lose its efficiency, he left the dick.
With a soft pop and a kiss to the tip. The wombat turned back around, giving a waggle of his hips for the bears appreciation before reaching into the bedside drawer and pulling out a tube of lube. Popping the cap, and returning to the dick, he poured it over, slopping the goop over the length, covering it with a glistening slickness. He looked up at the bear, seeing a face with worry creased at the corner of his eyes. 'Wassup big guy?' He asked. He already knew the answer, he knew the answer, everybody asked it.
'Aren't I going to be too big for you?' He asked, his voice oddly high pitched despite a paw spreading lube on his dick.
'Tongue's enough to work it in.' Oren kissed the bears stomach, getting a hit of musk that made him light headed. 'Just sit against there.' He indicated the headboard of the bed 'I'll do the rest.' Waffle shuffled to the other end, grabbed a pillow to rest his head against and got comfortable. Oren grinned at the pudge on display and an aroused huff at the dick and the precum that was pooling against his stomach. The wombat clambered onto the bears thighs, back facing the bear to straddle his lap. His muscular buttcheeks hotdogged the heavy dick, a lewd, slick noise filling the air as the tip brushed over his hole. The bear grew impatient however as he put a paw on the wombat's hips, and guided his lube slick pawpads into the wombats hole. The rimming had opened him up significantly, the ring of flesh offering up no resistance to the invading digit as is swallowed up by the experienced power bottom's hole.
Oren kept silent as his hole was worked, the sausage like pad poked and prodded in every direction his rear could offer. He could look over his shoulder and see the perverted smile on the bear's face as he started pushed a second finger into wombat's butt. Oren could do little but to grunt an earthy grunt and grit his teeth. Just past the point of pain, his hole was starting to stretch past its natural elasticity, the ring of pink struggling to contain the second pad as it pushed up right along side the first. A soft squelch accompanied a deeper push into the hole, pads curling to rub along the wombat's prostate.
There are fewer things more intense than an experience bottom getting his prostate rubbed, for Oren, a man that could work a mans cock inside his body to make him see stars and blow his lode, having a bear poke, prod, stretch his hole and rub the tiny nub inside his butt, it was pure bliss. Biting the sheets and white knuckle gripping them was all he could do to not shout as the nub inside of rear, sending a searing heat of pleasure across his midriff.
Pads plopped out of Oren's ass as Waffle leaned forward, wrapping both arms around the little wombat before pulling the him back into the bears lap. From a distance it would have looked like a naked bear cuddling with a small plush animal. It would have looked naively innocent if it wasn't for the tip of the leaking dick forcing its way into the wombats rear. Waffle's muzzle rested on top of the wombats, eyes squeezed in concentration as both the men fussed and huffed as they fought to work the meat into Oren. One hand gripped onto a thick forearm, the other had a grip on the cock, precum and lube staining his fur as he held it in place while the bear gave gentle pushes down.
With a soft schlik noise, the tip popped in. The bear gave a gasp, the wombat gave a grunt, they both held tightly to each other as the wombat slowly slid down. Both of them were a writhing mass of meat, neither speaking, only giving soft murmurs and huffs as they rubbed whatever fur could rub, kiss whatever was available to be kissed and worked to fill the wombat with as much bear dick as possible. Oren's body was hot, a huge mass of bear and squeezing his waist, the occasional drop of warm drool would fall on an ear and he was inching ever so closely to a large pair of balls. He regretted not giving the chance to worship them when he could, he would have to settle with the pair kissing his taint when he was fully impaled.
The ache of going down on a man is something to be appreciated, the feeling as his length burrows inside of you is something that vanishes in the heat of the fucking. Oren's teeth gritted as he settled on the fat shaft, a pair of heavy nuts squished up underside his, both of them contracting as they flexed their individual pelvic muscles, each adjusting to the feeling of heat that had encapsulated them both. The bear's arms wrapped tighter around his partner, a contended grumble resonating from his muzzle and he relished the experience of being buried in someone so much smaller than him. Oren rubbed the bear's forearms and mumbled 'How do I feel big guy?'
The bear gave a soft chuckle and squeezed Oren, bending his muzzle down and giving a soft lick over the top of the broad, gray head underneath him. 'You're so tiny!' He giggled, then 'Oof'd' as the wombat gave a sharp jab to his gut with his elbow. He kissed the wombat's head again and gave a curt hump, earning a squeeze of small paws on his paw arms. 'Call me tiny again and I'll beat your fat ass'. He squeezed himself around the bear. 'Now shut the fuck up and plow me.'
The dick retreated from the wombats hole for a second, before slowly pushing back in with a soft squish, their balls contracting on the re-hilt. The ache was still there for Oren, it hurt in the way that he loved each time the bear retreated from his rear and pushed back in, the hefty dick forcing itself into the tight, rippling folds of wombat ass. Oren's dick leaked pre from his stomach, down his balls, and dripped down to the heavier, larger pair that were bobbing gently up and down, contributing to the slimy mess of lube and precum that was forming under the bear's taint. Oren held his groans and gasps in as the bear softly humped him, he scratched at the bears forearms, an expenditure of energy that he had to let out as the bear started to exit all the way to the tip before slowly plunging back to the tip. It felt like that each time the bear went back balls deep, the excessive pre helped him forge new ground in Oren's ass.
After a few minutes of the slow pace, the fucking started to speed up. Waffle's balls had started to really abuse the wombat's. With a heavy force they repeatedly slapped the Oren's ass. The bear couldn't settle on a consistent pace, for one minute he would plow to an inner beat, driving out half of the shaft and abruptly shoving it back in, balls connecting with a wet slap. The next minute he would give short humps, grinding into the wombat each time they connected. Although the bashing on his prostate was downright exquisite, he enjoyed the grind more. The bear would groan and mumble and whisper about how good Oren's ass felt, how hot it was to be screwing so much smaller than him. Oren wasn't in the same state of mind, Waffle consistently missed his prostate, in the excite of some size-play fantasy he must have forgotten that there were two of them
Oren's patience gave, and he tapped at the bears arms insistently. 'Dude.' The bear didn't hear him, plowing on. 'Dude.' He repeated, a bit sterner as Waffle lost his grip on his waist, losing his rhthym. 'Hey fatass!' He growled. That got the bears attention, he slowed his thrusts, settling balls deep in the wombat with a content grumble. 'Did ya finish?' He slurred, obviously not very attentive to what was happening,
'I'm taking the reigns.' He grumbled, standing between the bears legs. 'Slide down a bit, I'm letting you plow my ass without getting my own.'
Waffle obeyed, sliding down as Oren climbed on top and straddled the bear's belly. He sat beneath the bears chest, squished the bears tits together and experimentally humped them, giving a teasing exaggerated face at the larger male. 'Better than a pussy' He fake groaned, watching as his dick slid between them. Admittedly it felt great, but that would have to wait for another time. He slid back down, hotdogged the cock and slid back down on it again with a blissful eye and pleasured roll of the eyes as the bear's dick rubbed up against his prostate. He was in his element now, he was in control, he was in the commanders seat with a hand on the controls, his eyes on the battlefield, and a stately rod pulsing in his ass.
With a paw against the bears stomach, he rode. The muscles of his thighs gave him an expanse of energy and control. He could ride for an expanse of time and only feel a slight tingle in his legs. He could ride a dick like an equestrian rode his steed. He could control his hole and work another male until they edged to the precipice over and over until they blew the heaviest load they could in him. Of course it wasn't all about controlling the other guy, sometimes he just wanted to get off nice and quick by destroying himself. But for now he was content to watch the bears face contort in frustration as he told him to stay still. Precum leaked out of him in steady drips, a stream of liquid slowly making its way off the bear's belly onto the bed.
Now when you're with a girthy male, there is a distinct lack of fine control. It doesn't take much to rub up against the prostate, most guys primarily use the tip to hit it on the correct angle. But with Waffle, the bear struck the chord inside the wombat on each stroke. His resolve was faltering on each hilt, his legs started to tremble with the pressure of maintaining his composure. Both of them were lost in their roles, the wombat was getting closer to the cliff edge.
Waffle's walls started to crumble first. 'Oh' he muttered, the wombat hoarsely shouted at him to wait. 'Oh!' He groaned, his hips starting to lift off the bed, the wombat pumped himself furiously, his paw flying over his dick. 'Oh!' He gave one last groan as he reached up and pulled the wombat down, filling him with cock and cum. Each jet of jizz was a deluge, each searing blast forcing its way into the wombat's insides. He filled the wombat as his partner emptied. Desperate streaks of cum painted the bears stomach as Oren's mouth hung open in silent chokes as each streak shot out of him in a bid for release.
As their orgasms waned and their breathe returned to fill their lungs, Oren's brain started to switch on. It was like his consciousness faded out when he got his released. He wearily surveyed the damage he caused, a small smile creasing his red, sweaty face. He slid off the cock slowly, trying to clench his hole in vain as droplets of thick, white goo released out of him, down his taint and onto the balls. He fell face first onto the bed, clutching a pillow and holding it under his head as he waited for the bear to come back to his senses.
'That was...intense.' Waffle breathed, like he had done a five mile hike.
'We're doing that again' Oren chuckled, giving his butt a wiggle as Waffle gave it a half hearted grope.
'Agreed'
'Gonna rim your chunky ass before though'
'......Agreed'