Bearcave Letters
Dear Bearcave,
I hope my friends don't read this, but what happened to me last weekend was incredible. I have to tell someone and I've changed the names to protect the guilty. Besides, you offered me $500 if you published my story.
My four friends and I went to a clothing-optional campground for the weekend for some camping, au natural. There was Jon, a 6-foot even polar bear with a soft heart and a soft gut. And David, a brown bear just a bit taller than me. I've had a crush on him for years, and he knows. But a relationship between us just isn't in the cards. Myself, a 5-foot-8-inch brown bear who tends to be a bit too quiet and reserved, and Kyle, another polar bear. We've been friends for years.
Anyhow, it was about noon on Saturday. We'd just set up the tents and shucked our clothes. I filled my pipe and Kyle and I went for a walk to check out the lake. David and Jon were going to fix lunch. It was relaxing, being a naked bear in the woods with my three best bear friends in the world.
Kyle and I circled back, heading to the campsite when we both heard a familiar groaning and growling. I felt like someone had wrapped their paw around my heart, but I shrugged it off. While I still love David dearly, we both knew that I was married and we just couldn't be together. However, that didn't stop my cock from coming out of its sheath and the puffing on my pipe quickened a bit.
Kyle and I looked at each other and Kyle whispered, "Sounds like Jon and David thought we'd be gone a while, Papabear. Let's sneak up on them." Kyle started calling me Papabear in private a few months ago. I think he might have a little crush on me.
We sneak up on the campsite, and just as we clear the tree line, we see Jon lying back on the picnic table. David is straddling his lap, Jon's fat phallus filling his tailhole. My muzzle opens wide and my pipe falls to the ground as David looks up, fully impaled, and waves Kyle and I over.
David licks his snout, staring at my engorged bearmeat. I'm not really that big, but the site of David lying back on Jon's tummy and impaled on his fat cock has me harder than I ever remember being. He reaches out, pulling me closer and leans back saying, "Go ahead and push in. I can take both of you."
I look at Jon, and he nods. Who was I to refuse? My cock slowly slid along his as David closed his eyes in concentration, taking two bearcocks in his tailhole at once. David groaned as I slid in a bit at a time, his tailhole loosening slightly as Jon and I groaned at the pressure and the sensitive undersides of our cocks ground against each other. It took five whole minutes, me pushing in a bit at a time, before David and I were muzzle-to-muzzle and my cock was buried deep inside of him, the head of my cock rubbing against Jon's. I couldn't resist, my muzzle locking with David's in a deep, soul-touching kiss.
That's when I felt Kyle start to rub his dripping and hard polar bear cock at my tailhole. It'd been a few years since I'd taken anything up there, so I was very tight. But oh, how I'd itched to feel hot, throbbing meat in there again. "Take it easy, Cub. Papabear hasn't been topped in a long time," I hissed as Kyle started to push into my tailhole after getting me well-lubed with his freely-flowing pre.
Kyle roots in me and hugs me tight from behind, holding me steady and chewing on my ear. I kiss David again, and then lean over further to lick Jon's nose. I start pulling out of David slowly, rubbing my hot shaft against Jon's. I stop when I'm almost out and let Kyle pull his shaft almost all the way out, long-dicking me, then he pushes back in, rooting deep inside me again, and I then push back inside David, rubbing my hard length against Jon's. We experiment with this a bit, and in a few minutes we fall into a rhythm. Jon just stays still, enjoying the ride with David on top of him, while Kyle and I do all the work. Soon, all four of us are grunting, and near over-heating. David growled and came first, spraying and matting our fur together. That started his tailhole contracting, sending Jon and I over the edge at the same time, spraying David's guts with a double-helping of boiling bearcum. My hard cum caused my tailhole to tighten up even more, almost pushing Kyle out, sending him over the edge as he gushed, and filling up my backside with his boiling cum.
The four of us rested, panting and getting our breath on the picnic table: a double brown bear club on white with extra mayo.
Brandon Brownbear
Ypsilanti, MI
Dear Bearcave,
I was taught not to yiff-and-tell like this, but your tempting offer of $500 to publish my story will pay the rent for the month. I have a two-fer for you, but first, a bit of background about myself. I just turned 18 three months ago. My parents aren't rich, but they managed to save enough to pay for half of my college tuition. I'm not that smart, but I managed to win a couple of scholarships to pay the rest. I even managed to get a work-study job working under Professor Gemmleck. Gemmleck's a large grizzly bear, chair of the Computer Science department. I'll have to be careful that I don't drool when he's around. I know he's married. The simple gold band on his left paw says that loud and clear. But a young cub like me is allowed a little fantasy material. The Professor was very sorry when I met with him, telling me that he wouldn't be able to fund my position for a month. But he assured me that the job was mine. He shook my paw and said that he expected great things from me, and then turned me loose. So here I am, alone for the first time in my life, apartment deposit down, and no job for a month. I now have to tell about what happened before I moved out here. Please print my letter, Bearcave. You're my only hope.
Anyhow, I guess I should "get to the good stuff" if I want you to publish my story. I guess I'm Bisexual. I'm not a virgin, anyway, but I've only had sex with two people: My babysitter when I was 12 and old Mr. Tanaka, the widowed panda next door. I know your writing guidelines say that you can smell bullshit like others can smell a fart in a car, but I swear what I am about to tell you is true. When I was 12, my babysitter's name was Cindy. She was 16, a raccoon, and the stuff of a shy bear-boy's fapping dreams. At 12, I was too old for a daycare, but my Mom felt I was a bit too young to be at home all day. She and Dad hired Cindy, how lived a few miles away, to come over and keep an eye on me. And who was I to complain, really? She mostly just say on her tail in fron of the TV all day and let me do what I pleased.
Well... almost. I was 12, and the only room in the house any twelve-year-old can get any privacy is in the bathroom. Or at least, so I thought. I'd just gotten up and took a shower, then sat on the toilet to fap away my morning wood. And I forgot to lock the bathroom door. Whoever designed the room had a sick sense of humor, because the door opened to a view of the toilet. My cub-sized bearcock was out red and throbbing, my left paw slicked with pre and spit when Cindy opened the door.
I blush bright red, caught in the act. Cindy just giggled, closed the door, saying, "Remember to lock the door next time, stud." I was soft almost immediately and went to the sink to wash my paws. Then I went to hide in my room, knowing I'd never live this one down.
About lunch time, Cindy knocked on my door. I knew it was her, so I kept quiet. I hoped that she'd go away, but she didn't. Instead she said, "Open the door, Jimmy. Its lunchtime and time we talked."
I mumbled, "Go away." Cindy wouldn't be denied, however. I heard the lock pop on the doorknob. Cindy opened the door, putting a bobby pin in her pocket, and then sat on the bed next to me.
"I'm sorry I walked in on you, Jimmy. But I'm not going to tell your parents what I saw you doing," she started.
"You're not?" I said.
"No silly. You weren't doing anything wrong. But um... can I ask you a question? Were you thinking about me while you were doing that?" She asked.
I blushed bright red, stammering.
"I thought so," she said. "So just this once, I'm going to give you a taste of what you've been fantasizing over. But you can't penetrate my pussy. I'm a good girl and I'm saving that for my husband."
I was stunned, not knowing what to say or do. I was also hard as a rock as she got very close to me and licked my nose, "You've never kissed a girl before, have you?"
She didn't wait for my answer, pushing her raccoon muzzle onto my bear muzzle, licking against my teeth as I reflexively opened my muzzle. I was breathless and seeing starts. She ordered me about, telling me to squeeze and rub her tits. Telling me to lick and suck them, but be careful not to bite. I did everything asked, driven forward by my own curiosity and my hard cock. Finally she told me to lick under her tail, getting it nice and wet. I immediately thought, "Ewww..." but I was powerless to resist as she pushed her tail into my muzzle. I licked all around, getting her nice and wet, pushing my tongue in as she told me to. Then she stopped and said, "What are you waiting for. Push your cock in my, under my tail."
It was tight, warm, wet, and she groaned, "Gods... You're as big as your Father," as she impaled herself on my twelve-year-old cock. I didn't last much after that. But that was also the last day I had her as my babysitter. My Mom might have suspected something, given Cindy's confession about my Dad. I don't know. But I was trusted to stay at home alone after that.
The last time I had sex was a month ago, with Mr. Tanaka, the Panda widower who lived next door. I was home alone again, sitting in the back yard. I was very nervous, trying to calm down. I had just spent $100 on a pipe and some tobacco. This was something I'd dreamed about since I was 14, reading Sherlock Bear stories. I was hard as a rock the entire time I was in the pipe store and I swear the bull behind the counter was staring at the bulge in my crotch the entire time.
I had just filled the thing and lit it, just like the web sites I'd been looking up told me too when I heard a loud sniffing. My Tanaka was looking over the fence. I was busted again, caught red-pawed with my first pipe.
Mr. Tanaka grinned, looking over the fence, "I thought I smelled pipe tobacco. Been smoking long?"
I stuttered, and then shrugged. Mr. Tanaka and my parents never talked. And I was 18. It's not like I was doing anything illegal. "Just started today," I answered.
Mr. Tanaka produced a large bent pipe with a bamboo stem, "You don't say. Well then, why don't you come over to my place for some pointers?"
I couldn't think of a reason why not so I agreed, hopping the fence to his backyard. Mr Tanaka opened the backdoor to his house and motioned me inside. He directed me down the hall to his study, a comfortable book lined den, with a desk, a comfortable couch, and two huge pipe racks.
"First of all, have a seat on the couch and let me have a look at your pipe," he said.
I sat down and he took a seat next to me, squeezing my knee with his paw as he settled down and I handed him the pipe.
"Ah... I see. This is one of Mr. Mitchnik's pipes from his store downtown. He makes these in his garage you now," Mr. Tanaka said. "You made a very good choice." He took a draw from the pipe, "And you did a good job filling it."
Mr. Tanaka looked me in the eye, "Open up." I opened my muzzle and he placed the pipe stem inside, and then struck a match. "Now suck gently," he said, moving the match smoothly over the bowl.
Being this close to Mr. Tanaka was very stimulating. I puffed the pipe into life under his tutelage, aware that I was hard and leaking in my pants. Mr. Tanaka lit a pipe of his own and relaxed, cuddling up next to me as we smoked our pipes for a while. I asked him how he was getting along without Mrs. Tanaka.
He said fine, but there were some things he missed. Then he asked me if I had a girlfriend. I said no. Then he asked me if I had a boyfriend. I blushed hard, but said no.
Then, no sure why, I told him about what Cindy and I had done. After my story he said, "Oh really?" Did she do anything to you? Like suckle you?"
"Suckle me?" I asked, not sure where this was going. He placed his warm paw on my wet crotch, "Yes, suckle you; like I'm going to do now."
He then took a deep puff on his pipe, worked the buttons of my fly opened, then blew smoke on my engorged bearcock before wrapping his warm muzzle around my flesh.
"That's right," he said, "Let me smoke your young cock and I'll let you smoke mine." He then pushed the stem of his pipe into his molars, wrapping his prehensile lips around my cock and puffed on his pipe while he sucked me off. I lasted all of about a minute before he gulped down my load. He then unzipped his fly.
"Now, you smoke my cock, "he said, gently pushing the pipe stem in my muzzle to the side and rubbing his engorged panda cock against my lips. He had just sucked me off, and I'd eaten my own sperm before, so I suckled him in, puffing on the pipe and running my tongue along the underside of his shaft. The taste of his pre and the tobacco mixing was heady and I suckled the older panda off for all I was worth. A few minutes later, he spewed in my muzzle and I greedily drank it all.
For the next month we'd trade smoky blowjobs and when I left for school, he gifted me with my own pipe rack filled with pipes. And he's coming to visit next week. I need to clean my pipes so I can be ready.
Jimmy Paddington
Minneapolis Minnesota