Helping a Bear Out
Really simple and silly story I wrote around 2013, now translated into English, so don't expect quality writing out of this. I originally wanted to make a sequel or two but nothing came out in the end. Nonetheless, I think this story can exist on its own, so enjoy it, and please notice me if anything sounds weird so I can improve my English.
Lucas was originally meant to be a wolf, but I left it ambiguous enough to let you imagine him as whatever species you like. :)
It was a day like any other sad rainy winter day. I adjusted my coat before leaving the building, but after a few meters of walking in the open, I accepted the fact that I'd arrive home completely drenched. While waiting at the bus stop, a huge silhouette appeared and stood next to me. It was a gigantic black bear. I'd never seen one so big. His face was barely visible, hidden under the hood of his fittingly large coat. His presence unsettled me, he was just _too_big. But then the bus came and we both got in.
The bus was not as full as most other times, but there wasn't any unoccupied seat, until at the next stop an elderly couple got up from the rear seats and got out. I was really tired, so I sat down, and to my surprise the huge bear sat in the seat next to me. I wrapped myself in my coat. I looked subtly at the bear and I noticed that he was looking at me, so I quickly pretended to be asleep. A few minutes later I felt something on my shoulder and I realized that apparently the bear had fallen asleep on me. I didn't dare tell him anything or touch him, so I just stood there, paralyzed.
Almost an hour passed and we were almost at the end of the route. Some people gave me a weird look as they passed, but I simply ignored them, fearing the moment the bear would wake up. Almost all the people had already got out. Then I felt something move, and I saw the bear stretching out besides me.
"I'm sorry," he said with an extremely deep voice.
"Eh, no problem."
He stared at me for a long time, to which I looked away. The bear moved aside and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He stared at it for a long while, and then sighed. Then, suddenly, he burst into tears. I didn't really know what to do, so I gave him a few shy pats on his back.
"I didn't deserve this," he sobbed.
"Of course not," I said, trying to calm him, having no idea what he was talking about. "Excuse me, you know, this is my stop."
The bear straightened and looked at me, tears in his eyes. He stopped and stepped aside to let me pass. When I got off, I realized that was behind me.
"I don't know what to do now," he said, distressed.
"Would you like a drink?" I offered out of pity.
"Thank you..."
"My name is Lucas, by the way."
"Lucas..." The bear forced a sad smile, but didn't tell me his name.
We arrived at my apartment, I invited him in and I opened a few beers. We drank and talked about the weather, the latest news, anything.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" I asked after several cans on his part and a lot less on mine.
"I... I..." The bear burst into tears again and threw himself into my lap. I hugged him and caressed his back.
"It's going to be all right, my friend.
"No... not anymore..." His voice faltered and he hugged me even harder.
I pulled away from him, and looked at his face, a face of absolute sorrow. Then I knew what I had to do. Without saying anything, I casually put a hand on his crotch. He didn't make the slightest gesture in favor or against it, so I continued. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, revealing a big bulge on his briefs. I put my hand inside and found a cock of considerable size beginning to harden. I began to massage it and I felt it increasing in size.
I'm not an expert or anything, but I've seen a fair amount of dicks in my life and none were as thick as this bear's, and its length wasn't far behind either. I tugged on his pants and he stood up a few inches to help me out, pulling them down along with his briefs and leaving him naked from waist down. I crouched in front of his crotch and put his cock in his mouth, without preamble, and began to suck. I noticed that the bear was sobbing again, just as he put his hands on the back of my head and pushed me toward his manhood. His musk was intense, the scent of a real male.
In other circumstances I could've been extremely aroused by giving head to such fine ursine specimen. But this occasion was different. I wasn't doing it for pleasure, but for moral duty. This bear really needed it, and I was just being a good Samaritan.
It didn't take long for him to cum in my mouth. A few jets jumped out and splashed my muzzle. The bear had a few short spasms and stopped. I noticed that he was panting, but very softly.
"Sorry. Please forgive me," he began, his eyes watering again.
"Don't worry. It's okay."
He hugged me again, and unleashed his most cathartic cry. "Thank you... Lucas?" Really, thank you. I must go, forgive me."
"Are you sure? You don't have to leave, really."
He stared at me, with his sad smile. "Can I sleep with you?"
"Of course."
"Thank you. I mean it."
I smiled at him, and for the first time he seemed to genuinely smile. I led him to my bedroom, we undressed somewhat and went to bed, its sheets cold and well-stretched unlikely to remain like that much longer. The bear hugged me, I returned the hug, and fell asleep.
When I woke up, the bed was empty. I could still smell his manly musk on the sheets and on my body, but he was gone. I got up and left the bedroom. The bear was nowhere to be found. There only was a note on the table:
Thanks for last night, I really needed it. I hope we meet you again, in a better time. I owe you one.
A big hug.