Trail 13
Wrote this short little thing for a friend, hope you like it!
Mason checked his phone again, anxiously glancing around and keeping his ears up for any sign of another fur. From under the lamp post he felt like the center of attention despite the blanket of darkness that accompanied this time of night.
There wasn't another soul in sight. But there was supposed to be.
"Come on dude," he breathed, hopping up and down on his toes "two fifteen at Greenbrook. Over by the baseball diamonds." He read back the text, eyeing the two thirty at the corner of his phone.
Of course his hookup also took up radio silence. Mason re-cruised Growlr noting that the fur he had in mind was not logged in nearby. With idol time he sat on the bench and flicked through profiles. Mason was a well groomed boar with tan brown fur and a blonde-ish tuft of fur atop his head. Few people were aware that blond tuft was natural and extended from his chest to his treasure trail as well. Masons tusks were clean and his belly was a good size for those who like a bit of meat on a guy without it hanging over his jeans too much.
Papabear_55 on the other hand was an older fur. At twenty five a lot of furs were older furs to the boar but this bear was apparently almost twice his age, and made sure to inform the boar that that meant he had many more years to practice his fucking. He was big bellied but not disproportionate, and he was raunchy in a way that turned the already perpetually horny pig on even more. The boar felt his pants tighten recalling some of their shared pics.
A red bubble appeared on his phone. A message from the bear in question. "Meet me on trail 13. I have a surprise for you little piggy."
Mason huffed in frustration, mostly of the sexual persuasion. A surprise? What could that possibly mean coming from a one time hookup? Twenty minutes late no less in a dark park. Still, it wasn't like he was going to back out now. The boar made his way down the paved road to the end of the baseball diamonds were the trails picked up starting at 11. He knew the park well enough that he followed a dirt path by phone flashlight and found his destination.
Trail 13 took walkers down to the creek. None of the trails in this park were particularly long and most doubled into each other with only a few variations of view or destination. This one on the other hand held a certain amount of significance that he could not ignore. Hanging from the information sign of the trail was a dufflebag and a neon orange jockstrap. His phone buzzed.
"Put it on. Its new. Leave your other shit in the duffle."
Well, it was certainly a surprise, though Mason wasn't too sure he liked the idea of leaving his stuff here. Looking around as if some casual two AM walkers would appear any moment Mason stripped down to his birthday suit and dawned the jockstrap. It was a good fit, the pouch silky smooth and the waist none too tight, an impressive feat for the boar himself, let alone another guy to find a pair so perfectly suited for his hips.
With baited breath the excited boar grabbed the now full duffle and continued down the trail, lead by the phone. He had opted to put his shirt back on, unsure how far he'd be walking despite how much Papabear had already seen. He couldn't have been too far if he was able to time that text so perfectly. Of maybe he got lucky? Mason was getting a good way down the path and was starting to worry before he heard a voice.
"You find the place all right?" The voice was deep and made the pig shiver. "I hope I didn't keep you too long setting all this up."
"Yeah, my fault, I got a bit lost." Another voice spoke up, making Mason freeze in place.
There were definitely two distinct voices and two figures ahead of him. A small lighting rig illuminated before him confirming this fact. The one walking towards him was no doubt Papabear_55. He had a rugged face and in person managed to seem even more imposing; the pictures did not do him justice. He was well kempt and dwarfed the boar in all directions, if the other pictures proved to be reliable underneath all those clothes...Mason gulped audibly.
"Hey there MasonT23." The Grizzly chuckled, his paws on his hips, giving Mason the same once over he was receiving before rubbing his face, eyes a bit wide, "Damn, you look so good in those."
The boar blushed, holding tighter to the duffle, suddenly aware of how much less he was wearing than these two. He glanced behind the bear at a large mountain dog in a tank top. He was messing with a custom lighting rig by the trees. Even PapaBear was wearing a jacket in this chill, Mason certainly did not envy the amount of fur that guy sported.
"Oh yeah the surprise, this is Chuck." The bear turned briefly, turning back to Mason, "I'm Bill by the way. Chuck, can you come over here and be polite?"
"Sure sure, sorry about that!" the big mass of fur bounded over, his brown and white coat covering most of his eyes. He had a bit of drool on his lips and the classic half smiling pant that must come with the territory of being his breed. "Names Chuck." The dog said excitedly, offering his paw to Mason. They shook, the dog not showing the least bit of discomfort with this arrangement. "You look even cuter in person."
The boar blushed profusely. On some level he had already guessed the dog had seen most of what he had been sending to his apparent friend, but to comment on it to a stranger? Bill's fumbling reaction made Mason feel a little better weirdly enough. At least he wasn't the only one who thought this wasn't entirely normal.
"Now I didn't show him everything!" the bear said simply, "But I figured...well this surprise of mine, I hope you like it." Bill tossed an arm around Masons shoulder, walking him over to the rig Chuck was already back at. It took Masons eyes a second to adjust, but once they did he felt his heart in his throat.
"Is that a camera?" He asked, suddenly a bit more aware that he was only in a jockstrap from the waist down.
"Sure is!" Chuck spoke up, "Aint she a beaut'?" He didn't look back at them but his tail gave an excited wag. "I got her for quite the steal, you cant find models like this anymore you know, it just-"
"Chuck." Papabear interrupted firmly, though with more annoyance in his voice than aggression, "I'm sure now is not the time." He grinned down at Mason, who couldn't help but feel even smaller. He blushed up at the bear, trying to hide his quickly growing boner. "Sorry about him, he gets excited...Apparently hes not the only one." The older bear got a mischievous look in his eyes, his hands sliding down to Masons exposed rump, groping it rudely, and pulling the boar until he pressed ever so into the bears big belly.
Not that Mason complained. He stiffened up in more ways than one. The kiss that came next, the heat and need from it melted him immediately. Any worry he had seemed on the back burner. He took the moment shared to grab the bears own ass through his shorts, pouted just for a moment, and then reaching in.
Mason grinned at the cliché of it all. Giggling into the bears hot kiss. Papabear grinned back, his tongue returning to him. "There's a prize inside for you pup." The large mass of fur began to grind his hips into the cleft of Masons belly. He could feel the prize alright, and it was sure promising!
The boar cast one last unsure look at the camera and the fidgeting dog. The wagging mass of fur wasn't even paying them any attention. Bill gently guided Masons attention back to him, his paw holding Masons jaw in a tender but firm way that made the following kiss all the more intimate. Before he knew it, Mason found the bear removing his shirt, pulling away from their play long enough to set out a thick blanket.
The next few moments moved rather quickly. Mason was soon under the massive bear, their underwear pressing against each other. The Bear kissed him all over and Mason ran his fingers in his fur. The lighting rig got moved around but it hardly made the boar flinch, he was too caught up in the sensations. The ear nibbled and neck kisses. The nipple tweaks and groin gropes. Hell, even the way the bear pinned Masons paws above his head was hot. The pig was in his own little world.
"Ready." The pig heard from somewhere beyond the blanket, hearing some shuffling in the leaves and watching the dog come over to them. He was down to his unders as well. "The camera is all set. Feel free to do whatever I can edit later. Its not so hard with the digitized feature on-"
Papabear cleared his throat loudly, shutting up the dog. "now, are you ready for the real fun?" The bear asked playfully. Mason nodded, getting a chuckle. Papabear sat him up and kissed him again. They were on their knees, back to the groping that started them out, but now Chuck scooted up behind Mason. The warmth of both men cocooned Mason, trapping him in the heat and musk and fur.
The boar thought he might have moaned, but realized it was the dog who began licking and biting his neck. Chuck, despite his awkward introduction, quickly fell into his role. He grabbed Masons chest, messing with his nipples while his ursine friend dominated their kiss and grabbed his preys rump. The boar was in bliss, unable to do anything but melt and moan and squirm. The sensations built and built with no end in sight.
He felt his cock leak into the new jock, his balls might have even dropped out of the fabric all together. No, they were stripping him. The two men worked with clumsy determination to position the boar to remove his last bit of clothing. It worked, too great effect. Mason felt his cock spring free and rub into Papabears belly fur. He looked up with a blush and a moan, getting another grin. "You like that pup?" Mason nodded of course, not trusting himself to speak.
He was seated now, the two men rising. Mason stopped their hands, his mouth drooling at the two full briefs before him. Getting up on his knees he dropped Papabears briefs first, claiming his previously mentioned prize.
Boy he was not disappointed. The fat piece of meat flopped out, his balls looking heavy and proportionate to the massive man they came from. Mason kissed the head and then each of his balls, taking them in his paw and giving them a small tug. The bear growled softly, his hand petting Masons ears. Then came Chuck, the dogs canine cock was longer, the infamous knot already forming small but ready, and he leaked more than Papabear, but his girth was less impressive than the ursine. Still, it was impressive and proportionate as well.
Mason took half the canine cock into his mouth, sucking it and still groping the bears balls. Then he would switch, give a few licks and sucks and tugs between them. They were moaning and praising him. Talking to each other about how good he was. The praise made Masons own cock ache. He went down to stroke it but his hands were stopped, the torture of it all was too much but Mason couldn't get enough.
Then the men split up. Papabear guided Mason down onto all fours, guiding his massive cock back into Masons eager maw. Chuck circled around, feeling and groping masons ass. This continued for a while until Chuck grabbed Masons needy cock and started eating him out simultaneously.
Mason was so close to nutting then and there. He moaned loudly into Papabears cock, the bear taking the time to started gentle thrusts into Masons now more ready throat. The boar gagged slightly, but it didn't take away from the bliss. He had never felt such euphoria. All of his buttons being pressed at once. Time stood still and went too fast at the same time. The boar wasn't sure when the dog stopped and started easing an already lubed cock into Masons rear, but he felt the pressure build behind him and focused on the onslaught of bear hitting him from the front.
The bears balls bumped his chin, the ursine gripped his head, making headway. They were already at a point where the Pig was taking 3/4ths of him in a thrust and the bear was loving it. He called Mason every name in the book, some loving, some derogatory, all sensual. Chuck began cussing too, give his ass every pet name from every cliché porn imaginable. It was loud, but Mason was too euphoric too care. He could feel Chucks knots forming, could feel the canines balls slapping his as he went balls deep in his needy hole in a matter of minutes.
Wet rude sounds came from all of them, and Mason came harder than he ever had. He felt his body shake and heard a wet sound escape passed Papabears assault and it started a chain reaction. Chuck, who had been slamming his Prostate for several minutes now finally pressed his knot in, locking them together. He let out a loud howl and slapped Masons ass, grabbing his sides so hard he might have broke the skin. Mason felt a warmth spread in him and the dull ache of his abused rear swirled into his orgasm.
The display was too much for the bear who swore under his breath and removed his cock from Masons throat. It was slick with spit and he jerked it hard and loud. A growl built in his throat and he instructed Mason to keep his damn mouth open. The pig complied, too spent to wipe the spittle from his lips and face. He expected to be fed the bears cum but instead the bear got close and shoved the whole damn thing back into his throat. Mason gagged but held firm, feeling the bears cock pulse in his throat.
The three sat there panting in their mess. Masons longer porcine orgasm left him wrecked for minutes later. He was still in his bliss when the dog pulled out, the bear behind the camera now, getting close ups and better angles.
"Have fun pup?"
Mason chuckled, offering an exhausted thumbs up.