Bear Share
"I thought both of Mrs. Kay's kids were in college."
The remark made Brett smile. He liked it best when his mom's boyfriends were stupid or ignorant. The ones who were willingly into underage boys tended to be unsettling in one way or another, although still good sources of dick when times were desperate. When they believed he was actually eighteen, the sex was better. Then he was just a girly boy hungry for some cock, and sometimes he got some weed out of it too.
"Well," Brett Kushner said with a smile, "I don't think I need a degree to cut hair, do I? The business is mine when mom retires."
"Oh, yeah." Ricky smiled when he realized how little he paid attention to anything Farrah actually said in bed. "She said we might, uh, like each other. You're-?"
"Gay, yeah," the bear said with pride. A broad and toothy smile crested on his snout. Ricky noted that this was Farrah's smile. Everything about Brett - he remembered the name at least - came from his mother. His hair was dyed pink and blue as if he were cotton candy, but it had the same plush body as his mother's lush brown hair. He had her blue eyes, her coquettish smile, her womanly hips. If Ricky ever saw Brett's deceased father, he wouldn't have been able to say for sure there was any relation. He resembled only his mother.
The stallion sat down at the kitchen table. He wasn't surprised when Brett straddled his lap and kissed his lips. Farrah had mentioned how lonely her boy was. Ricky grasped the plump cheeks in the bear's green shorts.
"Not into foreplay?" Ricky asked. "I can take it or leave it."
"I wanna fuck," growled the small black bear. He nibbled Ricky's jawline and said, "Love your hair."
Ricky smoothed back his hair. It too was two-toned with red-and-white candy stripes. "Thanks. Your mom did it."
"Mine too," Brett winked. "Most kids who get haircuts from their moms wear hats. I'm pretty lucky."
The horse missed the subtle admission of age. Or, Brett thought, he just didn't care. Ricky didn't look like he was much older than twenty-five and ten years didn't seem like much of a gap to him. He kissed Ricky again, this time sliding his tongue past the stallion's lips until he felt the broad slab of meat that was Ricky's own tongue. A soft moan escaped the bear, short tail wiggling, small cock pressing into his shorts.
Ricky pulled back his head, his lips sticking to Brett's by friction. The gay young bear panted and nuzzled into Ricky's neck. "Mm, you got a nice tongue," the boy said. "You ever eat ass?"
Ricky wondered how Brett would feel knowing he was kissing someone who had eaten his mother's ass. "Yeah," he plainly said, but with a smile. "You trying to ask for something?"
The sneer Brett put on was a masterful combination of sarcasm and condescension. "My mom's gonna be home in like," he glanced at the cuckoo clock on the mantle, "an hour, dude. You wanna smash or you wanna just grope and kiss?"
Gripping Brett by the ass cheeks, Ricky stood up with the bear and put a smooch on the thick pad of his nose. "Shit, you're heavy," Ricky grunted. "You got your mom's ass."
Brett giddily threw his arms and legs around Ricky's slender body. "Yeah, but with half the calories," he said, not finding the joke very funny himself. "Let's go over he-e-ere. I wanna do it where she sits."
Ricky all but dropped Brett on the couch. He grinned when he said, "That's kinda mean, but your mom fucked me where you sleep."
The bear screwed his face up. "Gross!" His paws shot out and grappled with Ricky's jeans, his focus solely on the crotch. As he palmed the lump, his expression softened. At Ricky's gentle huffs and the idle grind of his hips, Brett began to smirk. "Feels pretty good, huh? Mmm, seems like you got a big dick in here."
"I'm a horse," Ricky said with a shrug. "Comes with the territory."
Brett thought about a Clydesdale he had been with a few months ago. Mother had stolen him. He wondered as he opened the horse's fly if she had sent Ricky here as an apology. He shrugged off the idea and pointedly avoided acknowledging how often he shared men with his widowed mother.
Bluntly, "Do you wanna fuck me in the butt?"
"Yeah," Ricky replied with equal frankness. He smirked down at Brett, braced his hands on his hips. "You're a real shorty, though. It's gonna hit your lungs. Think you can handle it?"
"I train," Brett snapped. He pulled down Ricky's zipper, pulled apart the flaps of denim. Boxers the shade of a matador's cape greeted him in the gap. The racy shade left him grinning, all indignation erased. "He-e-ey, nice undies. You wear these just for me?"
"Sure did," Ricky lied. He ran a hand through the bear's hair and asked him suddenly, "You're eighteen, right?"
"Yeah," Brett lied back, no hesitation. "Although I've been doing this since I was, like, thirteen." His soft paws cupped Ricky's bulging groin. The boxers were the right size for him but still sported an enormous lump due to the size of Ricky's genitals. "You?"
Ricky smiled dreamily. "Uh? I'm twenty-six."
"I mean," the boy worked his fingers underneath the waistband, "when did you start-? You know."
"Uhhh. God, I dunno. I guess I was twelve, thirteen?" Ricky shrugged. "Who cares? Let's fuck, dude."
"Sounds good to me," Brett growled, tugging down Ricky's boxers. Thick black horsemeat flopped free and floundered in the air before coming to rest level with the bear's nose. The scale of Ricky's flaccid meat was normal for a horse but spectacular compared to almost any other penis. The cock-hungry young bear nuzzled up to the shaft, rubbing his snout all along its musky length. "Gawddamn," he breathed. "No wonder she sent you here."
"About that, man." Ricky scratched the back of his neck. "I still think it's kinda weird your mom pretty much told me to come plow you." What he would not mention was how desperately he wanted a threesome with the two bears. Incest was best so put mother to the test, thought Ricky. He himself had once been lured into a threesome with his own mother and best friend, something he was surprised his familial bonds had survived. He wondered if Brett could stand that level of Oedipal strangeness.
Brett smooched the unflared head of Ricky's penis. A dribble of precum started to ooze from the slit as if summoned by his kiss. "Uh-huh. So do you wanna stop?" he asked with a smug smile.
Ricky was quick to shake his head. Then he asked, "Where's your lube?" A grin. "I bet you're a pro and all, but no way I'm getting in your ass dry."
The bear cursed and pushed himself off the couch. He said on his hurried way up the stairs, "Just sit down, I'll be right back!"
He was. Brett returned less than a minute later, now bottomless. A bottle of lube from mom's dresser was held tight in his fingers.
Ricky sat palming his cock, helping it grow stiff. He smirked when he saw Brett's small, uncircumcised penis bobbing back and forth. "Hey, you really are like your mom. You have her clit."
"Dude, gross," Brett groaned. "Gawd, all of mom's guys are such pigs. You're lucky you got a big dick." He mounted up on the couch, kissed Ricky and started smearing the lube on the horse's cock. When Ricky suddenly took the bottle of lube, he yelped, "Hey!"
"You do me, I'll do you," the stallion said, squirting lube on his fingers. He reached under Brett's short tail without ceremony and slid his fingers between the fat cheeks waiting for him. As soon as he touched the Brett's anus, the bear cooed, tensed up. He leaned into Ricky and slowly stroked the horse's cock in slippery fingers.
Ricky pushed his fingers into Brett, opening up the boy's anal passage. He worked his fingers apart, wedging the teenager open as if readying him for a medical examination. The bear's stroking slowed to a crawl and he rested on Ricky, a contented smile spreading over his face. "Hey Brett?"
"Uh-huh?"
Ricky smooched an ear, nibbled its rim. "I wanna know what your first time was like."
Brett sheepishly laughed. "Okay. Ummm. I was thirteen, I was hanging out with this guy I knew from the fourth grade, and he was like, take your thing out and make it hard."
Ricky dug his fingers in as if Brett were a bowling ball, then purposefully ran his finger along the anterior wall. The casual prostate stimulation sent a shiver racing through the boy's body. "Keep going, cutie," Ricky whispered. "He suck you off?"
"He started to," Brett whispered. "I didn't like it. So I sucked him off instead." He kissed Ricky on the neck, letting his jowls linger. "He was this really handsome wolf. Big knotted cock. Gawd, he came so hard. I remember just having my nose in his knot, how bad I thought it smelled. But it was good."
The boy tugged up to the head of Ricky's cock, pinching up the slick flare in his fist. He asked, "Is it cool if I sit on you?"
"Go for it, man," Ricky said. Brett started to straddle him and Ricky guided his cock. The bear did the rest, slowly settling down on him. Ricky thought like mother, like son.
Although Ricky's flared cockhead felt gigantic against his tightly puckered anus, Brett knew horsecock was pliable. He held onto it, his fist clutching just above Ricky's fist. He braced his other paw on the stallion's shoulder. As he pressed down and forced the horse's throbbing cock into his slicked ass, he asked calmly, "How 'bout your first time, hon?"
Ricky licked his lips. He was anticipating Brett's curiosity. "Yeah. Uh, I was twelve or something like that... my best friend, dude I still talk to, fox-raccoon guy? He was eleven, I think, and-."
"Jeez, that's really young," Brett cut in. His features were strained and his cheeks were hot. He slid down into Ricky's lap slowly and the horse's cock reamed his thick bottom.
"Yeah," the horse muttered. "But he was like-," a sigh, "he's one of those guys with a pussy. And he rode on me like you're doing."
"Pussy, gross," Brett scoffed.
Ricky snickered. "I dunno. Your mom's tastes really-."
"Shut up, shut up, I don't wanna know!" Brett nipped Ricky's neck. "You can let go of-, yeah, that's good." He settled down into Ricky's lap, feeling incredibly full in a way only a horse cock could provide. He nuzzled Ricky's chest, sniffed his mild musk which deodorant masked but could not fully hide.
"You all right?"
Brett nodded and smooched Ricky's cheek. "Yeah. Yeah. 'Bout to be a lot better." The pain of anal sex was something the gay bear suffered with pride. He felt that the pleasure he took from it was hard-earned and therefore more valid than any other gratification sex provided.
Forcing himself to move, Brett slowly bounced on the horse's lap. The flare of Ricky's cock, although the most easily compressed part of his penis, provided him with the most pleasure of all. It rubbed against his insides and reminded him of the knotted cocks he had taken, though he personally preferred a flared equine penis by a wide margin.
"Shit. That's some good, tight ass," Ricky muttered, hands roaming Brett's back. His precum leaked copiously into the boy. He thought better of telling Brett that this was how good his mother felt a few weeks ago and so settled for cooing, "You got some of the best ass I've ever had, hon. And trust me, I get a lot of it."
"Yeah, I guess you would... you travel with that hunky singer guy." He kept riding, pulling up and dropping smoothly. His fine legs did all the work, leaving nothing to gravity. Eventually he asked, "Does she fuck him?"
"Yeah," Ricky immediately answered. "She's his favorite or something like that. I think he likes MILFs."
"Ugh, figures," Brett grunted. "Wouldn't mind some of him. Does he like guys?"
Ricky palmed the bear's bubble butt. He still found it marvelous that Brett had the same fat ass as his mother. "I don't know. He says he only likes girls but I've heard rumors about what he does when he's really fucked-up." Suddenly he gained a cruel grin. "Ought to ask your mom."
"Screw you." Brett kissed Ricky shallowly. "You're probably jealous he won't fuck you."
"Nah." The stallion shifted his weight into the couch. With hooves firmly braced on the floor and hands on the boy's ass, he started to buck up into Brett's descending behind. His efforts caused Brett to gasp and cling close as if frightened by something. "S'wrong, didn't wanna be fucked?"
Brett's breath was wet and hot on Ricky's neck. His short claws raked into the stallion's sides. "No. No, it's good. Keep it up."
The horse did what he was told with firm, short bumps of his hips. His balls bounced over the lip of the couch, their surface shimmering with sweat. Eyes closed and nostrils flared, he said, "Christ, I love a good ass..."
"I got the best there is," Brett said, trying to sound smug. Instead he sounded overwhelmed. The nub of his sissy cock spurted onto Ricky's belly, wetting patches of his paint-specked t-shirt. His anus winked around the broad shaft of the horse's cock, the rest of his anal passage massaging the flared head. Every time it dragged through him, it pressed against his prostate gland.
A smile spread across Brett's snout. His eyelids fluttered closed. "Mmm, gawd... that's the stuff. You're gonna make me cum."
Ricky grinned, laying his head back on the couch. It was easy to imagine that he had a small version of Farrah riding him and it made Ricky wonder what exactly Farrah thought of having such an effeminate boy. He decided it must not bother her very much if she was so willing to give him hand-me-down men.
"You want it inside you?" asked Ricky, tail swishing between his legs. "Gonna fill you u-u-up."
"Goddamn right, keep it inside me," Brett squeaked. His toes curled on the cushions, fingers groping Ricky's shoulder blades. He stuffed his muzzle into the horse's neck and chest, inhaling his sweaty smell. "Keep going, just a little more. Please."
The stallion's fingers squeezed deep into Brett's ass cheeks. The fatty flesh pressed through the gaps as if he were dough being extruded. "Mhm," he murmured. "Mmhmm."
Thick globs of precum shot into Brett Kushner, glazing walls already lubed. The fat equine flare throbbed with life and pushed all the right spots in the boy's ass. Ricky's grinds quickened and he thought randomly how sturdy the couch must be not to squeak at all underneath such vigorous fucking. It made sense, he acknowledged, for a bear family to have such overbuilt furniture.
Brett cooed and whined. A grin quivered on his lips as the erogenous pain of such a massive anal stretch built up until his youthful body could take no more. Clinging to Ricky like a cub against its mother, he shot into the fabric of the horse's shirt in a few quick spurts. Brett's output was not thick or voluminous because of a tendency to masturbate often, but the climax warmed his feminine body and left him clenching on the stallion's cock.
The bear's squeezing, gripping anal passage defied Ricky. Moving the bear suddenly required far more effort and the stallion grunted in exertion. He kissed Brett's cheek, nibbled him with his flat equine teeth. "You didn't even touch your dick," he breathed, sounding very pleased with himself.
"You're huge, okay?" Brett said between gasps for air. "Gawd, my butt's gonna hurt later. Just cum for me, would you?"
Ricky squeezed the bear's bottom until the flesh dimpled and bruised. The bear didn't seem to mind having his ample behind groped so roughly, in fact seeming very receptive to the touch. He responded by dragging his broad tongue over Ricky's neck, a predatory move which was more adorable than threatening from such a soft boy.
"Your mom didn't nag me," Ricky said, grinning.
"Ugh, shut u-u-up about her. I don't wanna hear about my mom when I get laid."
The horse snickered. "I could tell you about Kahnso."
Now Brett perked, though he tried not to show it. "I guess you could."
I could tell you about how he plows your mom, Ricky thought. He suddenly pulled Brett to the side, putting the boy's back on the couch. He never left Brett's ass. Met with a gasp from the boy, Ricky started to ram into him. Already he found his leverage better despite having one leg curled under him on the couch. "You wanna-," Ricky huffed, "wanna hear about him or not?"
Brett pawed through Ricky's hair. "Is his dick big?"
"Uh-huh." He kissed Brett, swabbed his tongue over the teen's jowly lips. "You ought to meet him sometime. I bet your mom could get you in."
"She wouldn't," he huffed in reply, though it made him wonder. He nuzzled Ricky's cheek. "Gawd, I'd let him nail me... and I don't even like anal that much."
"Of course you don't," Ricky said, voice dripping sarcasm.
"Shut up. You just hit all the right spots. Are you gonna cum or what?"
Ricky made a point of mashing his hips into Brett, forcing in his big, black cock as deep as it could possibly go. To his pleasure, Brett squealed. "Maybe once you quit your bitching. You sound like my cousin."
The bear grinned despite lewd pain. "You fuck your cousin?" he asked so sweetly as to sound sarcastic himself.
"Sometimes," Ricky answered, and Brett frowned. He decided Brett would definitely not find the idea of a threesome with his own mother appealing. "Hey. Gimme a kiss."
So Brett kissed him, parting his lips for the thick stallion tongue Ricky offered. Then as before, he moaned as it dragged through his maw, over his teeth and tongue. He wanted to know how a horse's tongue felt during a rimjob but knew it would have to wait. He intended to keep Ricky on retainer.
The horse inhaled through his nostrils, exhaled through his mouth. The heat of his breath titillated Brett and made him cling close in ecstasy despite his climax. The bear licked back, his own tongue broad and made for scooping deep into honeycombs. Its wide surface made Ricky's maw feel cramped and the exchange of saliva was enormous. It loped down the bear's chin in the general shape of a bib and much the same occurred around Ricky's shirt neck. He moaned for Ricky and pawed down his body, caressing the perfect twink lines of the horse enviously.
Finally Ricky shuddered, bucked into Brett one more time and stalled. The flare of his penis throbbed massively and then came the flow of semen. Enormous spurts of his fertile slop shot into Brett like blasts from a hose. The spurts were so near each other as to nearly be a contiguous stream. The boy writhed and panted beneath and against Ricky and his behind quickly overfilled. Cum loped down the curve of his behind and ruined mom's couch. As often as she ruined it herself, she did not scold Brett when he put stains in it.
Ricky broke out of the kiss panting for air but Brett held onto his neck, held him close with his soft paws. He lapped at Ricky's lips as the stallion just tried to breathe and he crooned in his gay way, "Aw, gawd, that's it. Fill me up, baby, fucking fill me up."
"Fuck," Ricky huffed. He had no clue what else to say. The climax tensed his body, hitting harder than any drug he'd ever been on under Kahnso's employ. He thought again as he sank into his afterglow that Brett was just as perfect as his mother was.
"Mm, gawd," Brett whined. "That's so good. Gawd, what a mess. Shit, mom's gonna need the cleaners again."
The horse self-consciously laughed. "Man, if you're gonna keep living with your mom, you could at least get your own furniture sticky."
Now the bear's smile turned evil. He smooched Ricky on the lips. "Keep living with her? Dude. I couldn't leave if I wanted."
Ricky's smile faltered. "What?"
"I'm fifteen. Can't move out yet."
The smile vanished entirely. "What?"
Another smooch. Ricky took it passively. "Didn't she tell you, hon?" He knew that she had not. Very few men would willingly come hook up with a fifteen-year-old boy. Those who would probably expected to be greeted by a camera crew.
"Don't fuck with me. You're eighteen."
"Nope! Fifteen." Brett Kushner smiled sweetly. "Rela-a-ax. I like your dick. You want to do this again sometime?"
Ricky gaped at him. "Seriously? Fifteen? But you're so... thick."
Brett laughed. "Yeah, dude, so what's the problem? You loved it. Next weekend?"
"Um." Brett kissed him again. This time Ricky reciprocated with a smooch. "I-, I guess. You won't tell anyone?"
The bear appeared offended. "Why would I do that? You'd get arrested or something. I want your dick ri-i-ight where it is."