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Kenai sighed to himself, walking aimlessly around through the forest. He was in a rut, finding himself feeling rather odd and he figured a good walk was what he needed. Out all alone, it was the middle of the night when most other bears were fast asleep. This was just what he needed to really do some thinking.

The breeze was blowing through his pelt, but it felt rather nice. In his bear form, it was more leagues more bearable and felt rather comfortable to let the wind ruffle his slightly thick pelt. It was the time of year when snow covered the area. At first, Kenai was worried that such heavy snowfall would make him sick without shelter, but his pelt shielded him greatly from the cold and actually felt rather nice.

While wandering through the woods, Kenai had no actual place in mind to go.

There was something that he had trouble working out. It was a strange bunch of feelings. Faster than expected, he enjoyed his life as a bear, making new friends, and with the threat of no longer being chased down it should have been easy for Kenai to just settle down and enjoy this new lease on life.

But that was just it, it was hard for him to settle down literally. There was something within him, compelling him to do something but he had no idea what. Was it some sort of instinct? Something that he was meant to do as a bear?

This feeling could have been solved if he simply asked the other bears about it, but he wanted to show them that he adjusted and gotten a handle on his new form. He could remember the odd looks he was given when first coming to the salmon run and how they would whisper when he did some human-like things out of habit.

Thinking about it only made him more frustrated. With a deep sigh, he leaned against a sturdy tree, looking around at the snow that covered the ground, bushes, and treetops. The breeze kicked up a few flakes and the sight managed to soothe him just a bit. He closed his eyes and tried to think of other things.

And then it came back to him, the image of other bears. With him being previously a human, he took a lot of notice of what their bodies looked like. Their powerful and thick legs and more than a few times, Kenai found himself getting a view of their large backsides. None of them seemed to mind, which struck him as odd.

The thing that prompted him to go out into the woods was that odd feeling that came ever since the other day, when Tug took him out for another lesson on how to be a bear. They took a little hike and being behind the larger ursine led to him guilty looking at those heavy, swaying balls. Trying to avert his gaze only led to him looking into the dark pucker underneath the fluffy, stubby tail.

As far as he knew, Tug seemed to not notice, asking what Kenai thought about the locations they passed through. The smaller bear had to act quickly to point out the first things he saw and what he liked about it. He wasn't sure if the leading ursine had noticed his distracted state or not; his tone stayed upbeat as he went along, encouraging Kenai to keep up. Eventually, he was able to indeed take in the beauty of the wild land, thanking Tug for bringing out here.

On the way back, they walked side by side and that allowed him to further appreciate the things he was too distracted before to see. Tug did seem to notice his demeanor earlier. He assured the new bear that he could come to him if he needed help. That's when that feeling set itself within him, clinging deep within the pit of his gut.

Things had only progressed on his end from there. More bears had reached out to Kenai, likely encouraged by Tug. They invited him to hang out, or to go fishing in the river and play some games. For as much fur as he had, there were times when he found his eyes catching sight of their swaying sacks when running by or jumping. Not only were his eyes taking more and more notice, but he also took notice of their scents. His nose was getting used to them all and was able to distinguish which bear was which by a few whiffs. With their signature odors, some bears such a Tug carried a certain scent, something more wild, strong, and masculine.

Just thinking about it was making Kenai feel those feelings again. And out into the night forest air, he felt his tip poking from his sheath. This was far from the first time this had happened and he always had an excuse himself, doing everything in his power to keep the shameful sight away from the other bears.

But now he was all alone, and with more and more of his cock slipping from it's sheathe, those thoughts were coming back to him; images of other bears' backsides were flashing in his mind, seeing their exposed holes and plump, furry sacks. He noticed that all he saw were that of other male bears, and only males. Of course, the brown bear tried to think of the female variant of his species but they didn't do anything for him that just thinking about Tug's backside did.

His paws were instinctively moving between his hindlegs, bumping at the sheath to coax every inch out, making the bearcock throb hard and even leak into the snow underneath him. And just rubbing his rough paw pad along the shaft made his body shiver. With warm puffs of breath coming from his muzzle, Kenai was letting his mind drift as he continued to rub himself.

"Hey! Kenai, is that you?"

The voice made the pawing ursine nearly jump out of his own pelt. He lost his balance of his hindpaws and fell backwards onto his back, groaning to himself. And coming into view, standing above him were the moose brothers, Rutt and Tuke.

"What are you two doing here?" Kenai asked, his voice full of embarrassment. He was too stunned to close his legs and kept himself exposed to the duo of moose.

"Hey, this is our home. You're the one trespassing and touching yourself against one of our trees," Tuke said, wearing a smirk. Kenai just gulped and covered his burning face, now knowing that they saw more than enough. He expected them to snicker and tease him for being caught doing something like this, but when he moved a paw to look at them, he saw the pair looking his own body over.

"Hey! Kenai!"

"Oh no..." the brown bear groaned as he heard the voice of the other bear he was just thinking about. And Tug came rushing in, kicking up snow as he found who he was looking for.

"There you are! I was looking all over for you!" the bigger bear panted.

"Ey, we'll just leave the two of you alone," the brothers chuckled. They saw the way that Kenai was reacting to Tug's presence and put things together.

He was glad to have the audience leave, but that did little to ease the dread that came from Tug now looming over him, meeting him eye to eye.

"Kenai, what are you doing out here?" Tug asked.

With all these feelings welling up within him, Kenai finally spilled his guts, telling Tug of his issues and how he had been feeling, especially when near him. He then told of his issue, getting hard just thinking about male bears and how strange it made him feel.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with that. Bears have needs and just looking at you, it's obvious that they need some help. When's the last time you came?" the question was rather blatant and Kenai was still not used to how casually things like nudity and even mating were talked about and even done, just a bit of a ways away.

Kenai admitted that he didn't paw at himself often and Tug seemed shocked. "And when was the last time you mated?"

Wincing and covering his face again, the woefully embarrassed bear admitted that he never had. This was true for when he was a human as well, even now he had yet to feel anything beyond the touch of his hand or his paw, doing his best to get off against the rough brushes along the shaft.

A deep sigh came from the large bear and he looked down with a kind expression. "I could help you out, if you want. A paw can only do so much. Every bear, especially male bears, needs to drain their balls, it's not good to be walking around all pent up."

Understanding this, Kenai nodded and he was helped up. His hindlegs were spread, exposing his still hard cock. Letting Tug lead, he watched as the bigger bear was nosing at it, sniffing at the pole of flesh before nuzzling his face over the length, earning a soft moan. While a smile on his muzzle, Tug gave a slow look with his large, broad tongue. He was familiar with the taste of a male and found the virgin bear's rather appealing, having a string of pre clinging to his tongue.

A few licks were given as no objections were voiced, only soft moans that were laced with a need. They trailed along the underside, going from the base all the way up to the tip. with more pre leaking out from those pent up balls, Tug wrapping his lips around it and suckled the sticky fluid out. While he was already there, he eased his mouth down, taking it into his muzzle and softly suckling on it.

While moving his head up and down that massive tongue was slipping around and every inch was taken inside without hesitation. He couldn't help but feel pride as he heard Kenai panting heavily. His actions remained slow, letting the other bear get a good feel for the rolls of his tongue and the lips that wrapped around the girth.

Leaning back against the tree, Kenai's mouth hung open and his eyes rolled as he felt a hot mouth working his cock over for the first time. his body was trembling as he watched his friend's head bobbing up and down, hearing his low groans as he nursed on the leaking bearhood. A growl came as Kenai was pulled into a rush of feelings, much stronger than what he usually did for himself. His paws dragged through the snow as his load poured into Tug's mouth, being gulped down. Tug's grunts had gotten loud enough for Kenai to hear him gulping down the multiple loads worth of seed that finally rushed out of those swollen balls. When the last rope came, Tug smiled at his friend, who was already looking much better.

"So how was that?" Tug asked.

"That was..." Kenai was still trying to catch his breath and he didn't quite have words to describe it all.

While beaming with pride, Tug noticed that his friend was still hard and his balls were still looking heavy with seed yet to be unloaded.

"Ready to take things to the next step?" he asked. "I've never said anything, but I know you've been staring at my hole. You wanna give it a go?"

Kenai felt his breath catch in his throat and his heart pound all over again. But in his mind, there was something a bit different taking place.

"Actually, could it be the other way around?"

Tug did look caught off guard but he nodded and eased up, revealing his own hard cock. If those fat balls of those were any inclination, he should have known that the dark furred bear would be sporting a huge cock, both thick and long and already dripping a fat wad of pre onto the snow.

Taking the lead, Tug took the spot of leaning against the tree, spreading his hindlegs wide while he talked Kenai through it. Being so large, Tug was big enough to pull the other bear in keeping their bodies close as his large paws wrapped around. He kept the other bear steady as the leaking tip of his cock made contact with the soft, untouched tailhole.

As it entered for the first time, Kenai winced and clenched his teeth, feeling an intense pressure from being slowly stretched around so much girth. it continued to slowly ease its way inside, and he could feel it twitching inside of him, spreading a sticky feeling and heat as the precum was being smeared along the lining of his hole. Already, that feeling of pressure was being eased, giving way to a whole lot of pleasure.

About halfway in they had to pause so Kenai could adjust. He took deep, heavy breaths to steady himself before giving the other ursine the 'okay.' Tug was still careful with his actions, sinking the rest of his shaft into the tight hole, making his own sounds of pleasure as he finally buried himself inside completely.

With a growl, Tug rocked his hips, pulling his cock back and pushing it deep inside. Even with the strength his body afforded, he was careful at the same time and was glad to hear Kenai moan, having his tailhole stretching just a bit more with each incoming thrust.

Kenai never expected it to feel like this, his body was trembling as he felt the rumbling groans from Tug's chest and felt his cock grinding against the softness of his belly fur. It only now occurred to him that he was actually mating with someone, not only with another bear but with Tug. He felt himself starting to leak again as the thrusts were reaching deep into his hole.

It didn't take long for Tug to pick up the pace, holding tight and growling in delight as he rocked his hips, slipping his cock along those hugging anal walls. It started with a faster pace but then became more rapid. The two bears stayed close, both moaning out as they shared the pleasure. Kenai's open muzzle made contact with Tug's and he was surprised to have a large tongue shoving its way inside of his mouth. It was slimy, coated with his own cum, being traded between the both of them, making the both of them slathered in sticky fluids.

Their muzzles disconnected and a thick string of cum kept their mouths connected as they both panted heavily.

Deep breaths came from Tug, getting deeper as his cock was throbbing hard. He was a bit pent up himself and his balls were pulsing, ready to eject the ready load. With another hard thrust he snarled and bared his large fangs as he came hard, cumming hard inside of Kenai for the first time.

Kenai's eyes fluttered and he came a second time as he felt the sudden rush of clinging heat inside of him, paired with the pleasure from that final thrust. As he whined, Tug pulled out and his cock flopped against the smaller bear's, shooting the rest of his load all over Kenai's body, painting his stomach in thick ropes of potent bear seed. The two of them rode out their pleasure, panting hard as their cocks slipped back into their sheaths.

"Come on. Let's get back home," Tug suggested. Kenai agreed, feeling rather tired and leaned against the larger bear as they walked back to the dens, both looking forward to a good night's sleep in each other's company.