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Hello all!

Not too much to say about this story,

here it is after getting a stray idea, 13,000 words later.

I hope this delivers.

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Dedicated, as always, to my diligent readers.

Happy pawings y'all!

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I don't usually hit the bars.

I really don't.

Usually a Friday night for me consisted of a sixpack and a nice burger and then a quick web browse to WuffHuff.net for the obligatory midnight pawing off in front of the computer before heading out to bed , balls happily drained and enough beer in my system to lull me off to sleep nicely.

So here I was, your average thirty-something brown bear wearing a collared shirt that was hopelessly out of fashion, sipping a drink that was probably a hot new thing some 10 years ago, sitting here on the bar while the happy queer bunch partied the night away. It's not like I was not queer enough to fit in, sure I was a rump enthusiast of the first grade, but after so long away from this kind of planes, I felt like I was entering alien territory.

The Ramrod wasn't probably the rowdiest place as far as gay bars went, but still, the atmosphere was more than happy to satisfy the curiosities of its colorful clientele. There was plenty of dancing along to music that thankfully didn't fall into the techno category, some drunken groping and kissing going on in the booths and happily unhealthy snacks being consumed. There was a multitude of furs of various ages, too, ranging from the familiar shy twinks to the happy-go-around party bunch, even if they were of the more subdued kind here.

Then of course there were us, the big bears and wolverines and deers and other kind of bigger guys, both old and young. It seemed that some sort of a age division kept me sitting on the end of the bar that included me, a grizzly black bear of about forty drinking something pink out of an umbrella-adorned glass, a wolverine wearing rather well-fitting leather pants, and next to me, a neatly dressed polar bear giving the eye to a younger white-pelted member of their own species who sat on the opposite end. Between them a couple of cougars were making out while still sitting on their respective bar stools, their drinks forgotten now that they only had eyes and tongues for each other. They even had their tails wrapped about the other's waist.

I had tried to converse with the wolverine for a while, but one minute of discussion was more than enough for me to tell me that the leather-clad fellah wasn't too much into me. I could always tell it, like I could tell it when I was younger. The smile is more stiff and the eyes don't wander as much as they do when you want to look at someone you find attractive.

It's not like I cared. I knew people came into these kind of places to get laid. I had done my own share of that in my wilder days, hell yeah, so I wasn't surprised that the wolverine wasn't too much into it. Maybe he wanted a more muscular kind of a guy, or younger. Hell, I wasn't even sure if I had accepted a proposition coming from him even if he had tried to make a move at me.

I wasn't even sure why I was here to be honest, anyway. I was pretty happy as the lone bear as I was, safe from the hassle of gay mating rituals and waking up with a hangover from drinking or sex that wasn't mindblowing but fun enough as long as it lasted.

I tasted my drink again, which seemed to have a hefty amount of vodka in it, and breathed deeply as the tang hit my maw. I put my glass down and gave the room another look around, wondering just what I was searching for. There was some more groping going on at the dance floor, and the amorous cougars next to me were really into their making out, and next to them, the older polar bear still had his eyes on the somewhat shy-looking white counterpart on the other end of the bar. I had seen the younger man give the older a few looks already, so I suspected that the guy sitting next to me would soon go for the "Can I buy you a drink?" routine.

A group of tree furs had just passed the bouncer and stood on the doorway, taking in the mood. Yeah, this was their world, those guys looked to be about twenty, a coyote with several rings on his big floppy ears accompanied by a pretty muscular wolf wearing a well-fitting black T and who was holding the paw of a happily smiling lion, tail swishing around excitedly. I watched them for a while until they disappeared into one of the booths, probably planning to sit down for a couple of drinks before hitting the dance floor.

I craned my neck back and rubbed the side at the twinge that was a result of my awkward position and the day's work at the office, staring at the spreadsheets on my computer screen from 8 till 4. I sighed a bit as I felt the kink pass and then lay my paw down to rest against my thick thigh that was causing my old pair of slacks to bulge a little bit.

Heck, I might not have been the biggest bear around, nor a real bodybuilder type, but at least I hit the gym three times a day and walked over the last three stations' worth every day to work rather than catching the bus all the way, so at least I had some hope of not getting a heart attack before I was 50. Guess I wasn't too bad looking, just you average office big bear, bespectacled and wearing a white shirt and - thankfully - not a pocket protector to hold my pens in.

That wasn't making me feel much better when it came to my prospects as a casual sexual partners... not that I was sure whether I was in here for that kind of a thing. I liked to think that I wasn't that much of a prude when it came to sex and stuff, but I certainly wasn't leading any kind of a swinging lifestyle either. At least I didn't do anything stupid like...having pet orchids or something strange like that. And no, I didn't like to act as a pink accessory to some middle-aged hag either, so at least I could claim at least a semblance of self-respect to myself as a single, happy gay man.

A bit too single at the moment, too, now that the polar bear who hadn't even bothered to say hello to me when I sat down next to him had vacated his seat and headed over to chat up the young polar bear he had been checking out for the past half an hour. I snuffled briefly and scratched behind my ear as I watched him lean against the bar and block the view with his expansive back.

Mission accomplished...

Okay, so he was now on Stage 2 of Operation Getting Laid, and I was barely past stage one of the Get Tipsy And Look at Guys' Butts on a Gay Bar that included such a great feat as sitting down and getting a drink from the bartender. I had only chugged down about half of my moderately sized and priced drink at the time during which the leather pants wolverine had drank down two. He'd probably end up hammered as the night progressed, and I hoped that he was a calm drunk rather than a raving one, or even worse, a physical one. I'd had my fair share of drunken groping during my best days as a hot "cub" for the bears who frequented these bars, and I still found the experience to be distasteful and definitely not a fond part of my "searching" years.

Wait a second...did I mention butts?

Yeah, why not?

It's not like the digital butts onscreen were bad to look at, but sometimes I guess you wanted the real thing. Some guys are big for the ass, others for the looks, some for the fur color or maybe a nice tail, but I was definitely a rump ranger, and found nothing shameful about that. If straight guys were allowed to go to bars to gawk at boobs and girl's asses, so why would I refrain from some fun of my own, especially in an environment packed with enthusiastic fans of the male posterior?

So far, the top five was easy to distinguish from among the crowd.

Number 5 was that young deer sitting next to the twinky cougars, his firm, melon-shaped rump nicely highlighted by the jeans he was wearing. Jeans don't always make for my favorite asses, but he had the gluteus maximus for it, and those buns could only be described as delicious class A rump. It'd be best for feeling up and grabbing onto while having some other ass-related fun, so it was best to call it a showstopper.

Number 4 was a bit of a surprise hit, belonging to a shaggy-furred wolf currently dancing with a somewhat more timid-looking Dalmatian. The wolf wore tan-colored slacks and he was not afraid to swing his tail along to the energetic twisting of that nicely shaped ass while he jigged along to the music. He got the extra points for hip mobility, and I was sure that if things turned out nicely, the Dalmatian would get to sample how those hips might move in the pendulous direction. The wolf looked like he might be a pretty enthusiastic top, so there was definitely good times ahead for the Dal should he be obliging. Judging by the glimpses he was giving for the wolf's junk, I was sure they'd end up leaving the club before midnight.

Then there was number 3, a nice compact canine bottom currently sadly planted on top of the lap of a moose who had his arms wrapped around the back of the happily laughing Bordercollie sitting on top of him as the two exchanged the occasional kiss and a grope. I had had the chance to watch that round doggie butt make quite the display on the dance floor before the moose and the doggie had returned to their booth to get into some different kind of fun, and I was pretty sure that the moose would not be disappointed by what he'd find from hidden inside those pants. The collie wasn't minding the adventurous paws on his rump either, and was instead simply wagging his tail and licking his lips in a flirty display. That doggie butt was looking at a happy ride from the happily laughing moose, which only served to remind me of the non-existence of my own sex life. Still, the idea of a nicely speared and ridden rump was more than enough to make the front of my own pants a bit happier than before.

And oh boy...on I went to number 2 which was also a kind of a double act, in fact. A rather attractively beefy Doberman was having the time of his life it seemed, dancing away with his arms firmly wrapped around the body of an equally big Rottweiler. They had killer biceps and nice shoulders and broad backs that flared into two pairs of attractively tightly clad buns. Their dancing was energetic and enthusiastic, probably due to the plenty of mutual body-grinding that was going on, and it showed off the flexing of those two perfect canine asses as the randy boys were pretty much dry-humping each other as much as dancing along to the 1980's disco music. Looking at them and their killer bodies made it difficult for me to decide which was the one more likely to bend over and have their buns spread by eager paws before receiving a drippy canine tongue or a cock, but perhaps the two would be blessed with the gift of versatility and un-ashamed enjoyment of whatever erotic pleasure that was available. Their happy grins and apparent growls of delight warmed my cheeks in a pleasant kind of a way that I did not regret to experience, even if I wasn't being the one being grinded at. Maybe it was a bit odd to go mushy from thinking two strange furs planning to fuck each other's asses into submission, but oh well...why not?

Well, number one...guess I have to admit a bias for big asses, because number 1 hind end was the property of a sharp-eyed black bear who was leaning against a kind of a pillar, holding a drink and chatting with a couple of fag hag kind of girls who had taken over one of the booths with their rowdy, giggling presence. They seemed to be rather tipsy already, judging from their flicking ears and waggy tails that made odd slapping noises as they padded against the leather upholstery. They seemed more than taken by the seven-foot-tall black bear's size and good looks and nice company, for there was no end to the explosive giggles coming from that small group of adventurous girls.

I could not complain, because thanks to their distraction, the big bear guy remained as he was, leaning against the pillar by his elbow and thus putting out his backside for maximally ymmy display.

First off, it was big. I don't mean anything of a hugetastic lard ass kind of a thing, but just a natural extension of his own large, broad body. He had the size, and he had sturdy legs that ended in wide paws, and then there was the natural continuation that was his ass.

What was even better was that it was not just wide and beautifully rounded,

but

it

was

fucking

pert!

Seriously, that was one helluva of a three-dimensional backside right there inside those tight black pants that were nicely off-shade with the color of the bear's own pelt. His short tail was upright and flicked occasionally against the base of his spine, leaving nothing to obscure the view of his great man rump.

It was just the kind of a butt you'd wish on a bottom, because you were sure to have a really nice cushion for your hips when you were either lazily humping away or going for jackhammer speed and all-out fucking the shit out of that inviting ass. I was pretty sure on visual contact only that there was a layer of soft fur underneath which firm muscle and some flesh in general combined for a great and springy experience that'd leave a maw watering and a throbbing cock wanting to get a second dip between those buns.

That saying, I would've not been hesitant to slap my paws o n either side of those hefty ass cheeks and bury my nose and lips into that surely very musky and tasty crevice between his expansive cheeks. Whatever you could do with a rump, I was sure to give it a go, and one of my crowning moments of sexual awesomeness was the fact that I had brought a polar bear off simply by stuffing his ass with my tongue and eating him out like a prime steak until he just couldn't stop panting and shot about half a gallon of sticky bear cum all over himself and my bed. It was the kind of money shot you just craved to see on WuffHuff videos, and which could not be faked by even the most seasoned porn professional.

Not without the help of Dustin Cowper's rimming skills, I should boast.

There I was, eye-groping that perfectly gropeable, eatable, poundable ass on that beefcake of a bear standing on the other side of the gay bar. I knew that our age difference wasn't great enough so as to preclude me from asking him for a dance or offering a drink - hell, he seemed nice a guy, judging how he was having fun with the hag girls, so perhaps he'd warm up to a slightly shy big bear like I was, and we could hit it off. Maybe I'd dare to dance a couple of dances, and we could chat about whatever you were meant to chat about in a gay club, and a few drinks later things could progress to some furtive "accidental" brushing against each other and then whatnot.

It all played out neatly in my head, like some brand new HD clip from Bears In Bed Premium Studios which had all of its videos pirated on WuffHuff within days of being released anyway, so I was more than fair to look at this free show, even if it only went on in my dirty and perhaps a tad pent-up mind. It'd been almost six months since last scoring some action, and my pants were feeling some extra strain for it too as a result of my lascivious mind games and ass-ogling. There was little I could do for it at the moment, too, besides a subtle shift of my legs from side to side to try to make it a bit less apparent for anyone who just might be glancing at my way, but anything besides that out of the question for now. Hey, maybe my thoughts were X-rated, but I still wasn't about to start acting like a perv in public.

Call me boring like that, eh? I'm not sure if they'd really approved of me whipping my cock out and going to town at it either, so maybe it was just better to leave the letching to the mental level and concentrate on other things, like my drink, which was still one third full. The booze still bit my tongue pretty nicely, and there was something fruity in the mix, too, cherry maybe, and it was making my belly warm up pretty good.

It also made my belly feel quite scratcheable, and I suppose it didn't look too much of a hick thing to do to go and give my expansive belly a nice, long scratch. I let a bit of my claws out for extra help and really began to get into it, going from side to side and up and down while a low, happy murr rose from my chest. There were a few things as fun as a good scratch, and it would've only been better if I could have carried it down along to my lumped-up sheath and my hangy balls which too would have enjoyed a little bit of scratchy loving coming from their very own papa bear.

My ears flicked as I grumbled happily and smiled quietly, clicking my tongue at the taste of cherries and simply enjoyed myself for a little while, letting the buzz of the club fade back for a moment as I floated around in my own microcosm of self-pleasure and images of perfect butts floating around my imaginary field of vision. The added swelling inside my pants and the resulting twinge of pleasure when the bare skin of my dick rubbed against the fabric due to a minor shift in my position mad me come back into the world once more.

I blinked briefly, surprised that I had been zoning out - not something I managed to often do outside my cubicle at work - and rubbed my eyes quickly with my paw to try and clear them out a bit. I saw the bartender, who was a shirtless otter with a lip piercing, give me a quick look that passed between my eyes and my ears and my glass, perhaps to judge whether I was about to throw up on his bar. Once he saw me cheer up, he just gave me a wink and went on to bring a couple of alcoops over to a slim cheetah who had appeared to the "young" end of the bar. He was wearing a rainbow collar and had green stripes dyed on his head furs, so I guess that could be called a bit more extremely gay look than most, but I let it pass. Live and let live, was as how my mother had commented to me being a confirmed bachelor, so I suppose that being a hypocrite didn't really fit into my friendly bear persona.

Speaking of open ogling, though, the opportunities for that were still pretty much excellent as I tilted my head and made my visual rounds. Some of my favorite rumps were still wriggling along and since the end of the last song, a couple of new contestants had entered the game on the dance floor, but still, all those displays of asshood paled to the ymmyness of my number one rump that would again be delicious and and...

...and was now being warmed not by my lustful thoughts, but by the hips of a tall, lean and obviously really muscular wolf who had his lower body pressed against my dream bear's bottom. His arms were wrapped about the black bear's belly, his paws splayed firmly as he held onto him, his muzzle and nose nuzzling against the back of the bear's thick neck. He was sampling the bear's scent and likely putting a little bit of his own there, too, as a sign of possessiveness, to show that this bear carried this wolf's presence, even if they weren't together.

The wolf had a silver earring on one big canine ear, and his beefy arms were really showed off by his sleeveless shirt. He looked kind of vicious too, with that slightly toothy smile, even when he was grooming the back of his bear's neck. The bear was laughing and obviously pushing himself back against the wolf's firm chest and lap in enjoyment of the affectionate come possessive actions he was subjected to.

His bear...

Oh, damn...

Somehow the ogling game became much less fun now that I saw that the big ass of my dreams had been conquered by the wolf and his what must have been a big and hard and very proud cock, even now only inches away from its prize and only separated by flimsy fabric. I heaved a brief sigh and my eyes fell down to stare at my drink again, my ears flopping down, dejected. I could already imagine how they'd be bombarded with questions by the drunken girls, and they'd ask if they were dating regularly, and then they'd probably dance or have a couple of drinks, or just enjoy the sights for a while. Then they'd go home, likely already feeling each other up on the way or pin one another down against a wall in a dark corner for a heavy making out session before they'd end up a silk-sheeted bed where lots of ruthless bear ass rimming and ramming would culminate their eve into a spoogy finish.

Maybe I could ask to be the middle in a sandwich...let me be the corned beef and the wolf could add some mayonnaise and the beautiful bear could provide the proverbial buns...

Oh damn,

I was getting aroused by my own terrible sex puns. I chugged down the rest of my drink and enjoyed the burn even as I licked my lips clean of any residue drops and then put the glass down to the neat wooden surface of the bar counter. The otter barkeep happened to be walking past pretty much then, and he gave me a look and a smile as he picked up the glass.

"Fancy another, stud?" the pierced-lipped otter smirked, his flirt coming so easily that it almost looked genuine.

It did make my cock twitch a little bit as it pushed against my lower belly, thankfully kept hidden by my slacks and my belt and my shirt. The fabric was loose enough to keep any too obvious lumps form showing too publically, and I was glad for having chosen just this shirt for the eve.

"I'll have a beer, please, Heineken," I answered, feeling like that perhaps the familiarity of my usual Friday drink could help matters.

"Coming right up, hot stuff," the otter murmured and tottered around to fetch my exported beer.

Otherwise, I wasn't feeling like the king of the jungle.

My THEORETICAL chat up subject had turned out to be taken by a hunky wolf, and there was nothing I could do to make that turn one way or another. I guess I could have my beer and be happy with it, or, hell, I might try to chat with the pink umbrella drink-loving bear and see if we could hit it off.

Or I could head back home with blue balls and browse WuffHuff for Rod Robbins' Rim Rampage and indulge in some heavy-duty pawing off and ass-fingering while watching the infamous big-lipped rhino make even the tightest rump turn into jelly under the expert attention of his huge tongue...

My trouser snake expressed approval in the idea, but my groaning mind wasn't too much in the mood. I received my pint of beer from the otter who didn't even bother to flirt with me this time, even if I lifted my beer and gave him a quick "cheers" gesture before indulging in the frothy treat.

At least I was right in the count that the familiar tang of beer was enough to wash away a little bit of my disappointment at my crushed dreams that had come undone so suddenly. I could let my eyes wander again after a while, though careful not to linger too long with the happy-looking couple. Instead I could spy on that cute-assed couple, now doing a pretty good number of slow-dancing, as well as an eyeglass-wearing tiger who too was really touchy-feely with a fellow feline, a cougar whose swinging tail seemed to be setting the tune for their warm, happy dancing. They were even wearing matching Burberry neck scarves...

*sigh...*

"...here you go, Ritchie."

"Cheers, eh," a voice rumbled right next to me.

I turned to sit upright again and glanced from the corner of my eye to my left where the polar bear had been sitting before he wandered off to chat up the young polar bear, both whom had already disappeared into the night, and probably quite happily getting their balls sucked off right at the very moment. The new occupant of the sea was a brown bear, perhaps slightly darker in his fur tone than I was, but he definitely fit into my mould better than the black bear who now had one of his small cocktail umbrellas tucked up behind his ear.

The one who had been spoken to...Ritchie, sat there, holding a beer in his big paw. He was wearing a neat enough a grey shirt, as dull as mine, and a pair of some slacks, which I noted, being the dirty boy that I was, held back a rather nice and round bear butt that was planted firmly on the bar stool. He smelled a little bit of male musk and a little bit of cheap cologne, and he had friendly kind of eyes that were following the swishy otter as he made his way to fetch some more drinks for the drunken patrons. He took a good sniff out of his glass before lifting it up to his muzzle and taking a good, big gulp.

He sighed loudly after his sip and put his beer down and then our eyes met. He was still smiling.

"G'evening," the bear rumbled at me in that same, deep voice, and tipped his head.

"Good evening," I replied, giving him a nice smile in return. "How're you doing?"

I felt a bit lame for speaking up my polite words, but the man didn't seem to mind my brief awkwardness at all, for his smile remained.

"Pretty good, I suppose," the bear mused over his beer. "Been working hard all week, good to unwind a little, eh?"

"Definitely," I replied, agreeing wearily with the sentiment. "Sage words there."

He took a sip of his beer and hissed a little with delight once he was done, and scratched one of his ears as he did and simply enjoyed himself for a while, though he still kept his eyes looking me over. It wasn't exactly a bold gaze, but he certainly wasn't avoiding looking at me, so maybe I wasn't too horrible a sight to begin with. He seemed...hesitant, even for a moment, as he smacked his lips and kept up his scratching for a while, before he finally spoke to me.

"Do you happen to have an iPhone by any chance?" the bear spoke to me, watching me carefully.

"Yeah, I've got one, and I have a Motorola for work," I mused, frowning a little bit from my puzzlement with the sudden question.

The bear nodded and then grinned broadly, friendlily.

"Good, then I don't have to start trying to sell you one, though I guess I should be trying to be a good bear and try to convince you to get a pre-order for the new iPad," he smirked.

I snuffled, and it came off a bit gruffly, being the big bear that I was.

"You work at an Apple store or something?" I smirked.

"Yeah, in fact I do," the bear chuckled, his whole expansive frame joggling a little with his mirth.

I laughed briefly, tipping me head up and all, letting it really chime. It felt pretty good, too.

"Well, if you were a really good salesman...," I stated ,leaning against the counter on my elbow as I turned a little to face him better ,"You'd be asking me if I knew someone else who was unhappy with their current mobile phone and might want to go the Apple way."

"Touché", the bear grinned.

Then, deadpan, he added, "Do you?"

I flicked an ear at him and smiled.

"Nah, we compare our Apps at every coffee hour. Carl from two cubicles down just got a round of applause from all of us because he finally got Angry Birds for his phone last week," I mused.

The bear sitting next to me chuckled and patted my shoulder with his big paw as he laughed.

"Well done there!"

I shrugged, smiling at the lingering feeling of that tap on my shoulder.

"He said his cubs told him he should get it too, so he caved in and did it. Now they compete on it."

"That's adorable," the bear smiled, and his breath that whooped past my face smelled of beer, and breath mint, Fisherman's Friends' , perhaps.

"Yeah," I snuffled, scratching my side.

"Well, we all don't have a SUV and a mortgage and a pre-set table and cubs to go home to, eh?" the bear spoke.

"Guess that'd be a bit of a bore in the long run, if we all conformed to that kind of a 1950's imagery."

"I'm seeing it in adorable black and white already..." the bear chuckled, and I couldn't help but laugh as he tilted his head and made a kind of a swooning gesture.

I decided that this could be my chance, so I put out a paw.

"I'm Dustin, by the way," I tried to sound confident.

The bear took my paw and gave it a hearty squeeze that didn't really tell of a person who spent all of his days handling cell phones and little else.

"Rich, good to see you," he replied as he rested his paw back to its old place by his beer.

He was looking at me again, going me up and down and probably wondering what I was here for...drink, dance, a quick robe, a fling? I knew there were plenty of reasons for people to visit the Ramrod, and I wasn't too sure of mine either, yet.

"I don't think I've seen you here before, you know, and I tend to come here pretty often, you know..." Rich spoke to me then, drawing the words long as he wondered.

I chuckled.

"That a pickup line?" I smirked, flicking my ears at the sound of the oldest trick in the book.

"Do you want it be one?" Rich replied immediately, his smile still broad.

I gave him an amused look with my bespectacled, blue eyes, and smiled still before taking a sip from my beer so that I could watch him without giving him more of my reactions. Call it being mysterious, eh, coy?

Oh, Jesus...

I put the beer down and licked a few drops off from my chin.

"I don't know...you might just be wondering at it."

"I might be."

"Well, you're right to wonder," I replied. "I haven't been here in...well...maybe I visited a year or so back. I really don't go to these bars really often."

Rich nodded, tilting his big, brown head up and down.

"I see."

"Just...well, life is life, work is work...," I hurried to explain, not wanting to sound like that I might have a particular reason for not trying to seek company of my own mindset. "You just keep putting it off and deciding that next week I'll go and..."

He nodded with agreement again, definitely looking attentive as I related my thoughts. Maybe that was his salesman's face, that concerned, curious "how're your cubs?" kind of a face he could make for a busy mom before trying to sell expensive hardware to her she probably would never need.

"I wish it wouldn't be called getting old but I suppose that's what it is," Rich snuffled.

My ears flattened.

Was 35 really old? I didn't feel old, not really, I shouldn't, my dad was 60 and he always said that his own dad was a wreck by the time he was 60, but my dad is still up and going and planning to run his tenth marathon this spring...surely 35 was the new 25, the same way 60 was the new 50?

"Or, maybe it's called...getting rooted to your patterns?" I suggested with a snuffle.

"Or that, yeah," Rich smiled, holding up his beer for a sip.

His eyes looked over the amber fluid in the tall glass as he tilted it carefully from side to side.

"Guess this is my pattern then...get out of work on Friday, shower up, put on my fine shirt, sit here, get a bit drunk watching the boys get frisky, and then head home to bed," Rich smiled.

"Nothing wrong about that."

"A bit too much watching and too little getting frisky, maybe, but oh well, a guy's gotta have some virtue," the bear tipped his head and pursed his lips a little so as to appear a bit pouty.

It looked pretty hilarious to be honest, and I was laughing at him, and when he smiled after taking a sip of his beer, he had little suds of beer foam left in his lips that were no longer protruded. The idea persisted, though.

"It's still better than being stuck at home watching Frasier reruns," I snuffled, relating another sad reality of a potential Friday evening.

First shower, then Frasier, then porn and pawing. Great.

He didn't have to know that, though.

"Well, it depends if Seattle loves you or not," Rich mused.

I frowned a little bit at the Frasier reference, but since he was smirking, I smiled too, and made a small "cheers" gesture with my beer to compliment his humor.

"It's a pretty nice place, though," I hurried to speak, wanting to compliment Rich's regular haunt, as if that was the least I could do not that I had confessed of not being a regular visitor.

"Yeah, it's been around for a long time, "he smiled, " It was my first bar, you know, the first place of this kind I ever visited, back when I was 18."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he chuckled happily, his face alive with memories of days long past, soul searching days, I could imagine.

"Must'be been quite the experience."

"Seeing guys snuggle up when Bryan Adams' Heaven was played was pretty much something for someone whose biggest man to man sexual experience was pawing off while looking at Sport's Illustrated football edition."

His eyes spoke of fond memories, which I was quite happy to notice, thinking that I hadn't dared to venture into this kind of place before I was almost 20. Even then, a beaver had been a bit too friendly for my comfort and I had to make a hasty retreat. Things must've become more mellow since then, or perhaps it was just my non-oldness talking.

New 25! I reminded myself.

"Heheh, talk about times before the Internet."

"Yeah, being a horny gay teen was so much more difficult...much harder to obtain what we needed."

"Talk about it!" I yipped.

He might've had a Sport's Illustrated, but I had to resort to the Sears catalog.

How lame was that?

Rich just smile at me and took a good swing from his beer.

"Does make being a randy bear a bit easier, though, eh?" he carried on.

"At least that's a good thing about it, yep," I replied, lifting my own beer now in return.

"I still do prefer the real thing, I must say," Rich grinned and flicked an ear, and then he actually winked.

My almost persistently stiff bear bone gave a sympathetic twitch, partially inside its warm and cozy sheath, partially trapped between my belly and my pants. It seemed to be happy enough for now, though sorely underused, and sad because of that.

I managed a wink in return, too. The air seemed to smell even more of beer breath now that we both had just chugged some down, and there was a definite hint of bear musk, too, and that was not unpleasant at all.

"Well, who doesn't?" I chuckled, rubbing my thigh with my paw.

"Hear, hear!" he smiled and raised his beer up in an exaggerated toast. "For the real thing!"

I snuffled and raised my own beer and we clicked glasses and smiled and toasted and cheered and took good sips before we again sat in silence for a while, both a bit indecisive, it seemed, how to carry on the conversation after that. We were quiet for a little while, yes, and I felt that the beer was settling down on my belly quite nicely. I felt warm enough, and my cheeks were a bit warm, too, from booze and laughing, and from bear smiles. My dick department was pretty much happy too, with lingering thoughts of my ass comparing contest keeping things busy enough down there for now. Everything down there felt hot, throbbing and a bit sticky, which wasn't a surprise since I always leaked a lot, and I hoped I wasn't doing too big of a mess into my undies either.

Perhaps this Rich guy would like to help with that, too...

I tilted my head and smiled again, puffing up my chest a little as I did so. Let he see that I'm not a small bear by any means.

"Sooooo...," I let it come out long and winding, like a vocal rollercoaster, "you ever come here for the real thing besides watching the real thing being planned?"

Oh, dear...Dustin Cowper's Guide to Gay Flirting definitely didn't look to become a bestseller anytime soon...

Rich again toyed with his beer as he watched me, head tilted and his eyes full of curious gleam, and a little bit of beer haze, too.

"Only on the odd-numbered Fridays," he winked.

My cheeks heated up pleasantly just a little bit more as I laughed.

"And on the even-numbered Fridays?" I rumbled, leaning a little bit closer to him, naturally, it seemed, my smile still broad.

"Then I just watch and try to guess who is going to end up with who," he smirked, and his beer breath touched my nose, and felt hot as it landed.

"That sounds fun, too."

"It is," he agreed.

I had to admit that this Rich fellah wasn't bad looking at all. He was in pretty good shape, he had a nice ass, I had noticed before, he liked exported beer, which I was telling by the smell to be the same Heineken I was drinking, and he was flirty, and pretty much putting on the moves on me already. What was there not to like about him?

He might not actually want to make a move at me, I reminded myself...

Well, there as one way to find out...

I swallowed quickly and regarded him, feeling my heart give a few extra beats for the sake of my slightly frayed nerves as I prepared to implement a small plan of mine.

"Any guesses you'd make about me?" I spoke.

I held my paw close to myself as I moved it from its resting position against my lap and then, slowly and stealthily, placed it lightly over his thigh, close to his knee so that I wasn't actually accidentally feeling up the bear's junk while I chatted him up.

I saw his eyes glimmer a little a he felt my paw land on his solid leg, and his ears flicked. I felt his muscles tense and relax briefly upon the feeling, as he smiled.

"Well, since he wasn't chatting up the twinks when I came up here, I could make a guess that Dustin the bear enjoys the company of the mature gentleman...," he spoke, again going for that long, careful tone which reminded me of the home shopping network for some reason.

"Uh huh?" I rumbled, and gave his thigh a careful squeeze.

"Could it be that he prefers a guy of his own size, like a wolverine...." he carried on, speaking in that amusing tone while watching me, "...or perhaps a fellow bear..."

His own paw landed on top of mine now, splaying over it and covering it nicely, and it felt good there, warm and comfortable, while he looked at me, and gave my paw a gentle squeeze.

"If he likes it, " he whispered.

I gave his thigh another gentle squeeze of my own, well aware that we were in a rather public place to begin with, and then nodded.

"He likes it," I replied, trying to make sure that I was heard over the blare of the music that was now back up to full tempo as the disco selections continued.

Rich smiled broadly now, his eyes really lighting up with it as he watched me.

"Good to know I've still got the skill left," he spoke, giving my paw another squeeze.

"I think you do."

Then he gave me another of those looks he had before, just before he asked me about my phone, and I watched him, and he watched me, and then it didn't take him more than a little moment to lean over and kiss me.

Let's not go overboard with it, there weren't any fireworks with the kiss nor did the Earth tremble under my paws, but it was a nice kiss, soft and light and a bit beer-tasting, over my lips that were slightly spread by my smile. His were equally spaced apart, and our lips meshed together pretty nicely, while Rich remembered to turn his head a little bit to prevent a heads on collision between us.

He didn't linger on for more than a couple of seconds, but it did put more blood to my cheeks, and to my attention-demanding cock as well, so it was not a surprise that I sighed softly when the kiss ended. Rich seemed to be a bit shy for it, too, and I did feel him tense under my paw during the kiss, but he was still smiling, and I smiled back.

Even my tail gave a bit of a flick for the pleasure I had just experienced, and I knew I wanted more of this bear who had came over just when I was about to give up hope, and made things better.

"So," I smirked, stroking my paw a few inches up and down his firm, wide thigh. "That's for the goodnight kiss, I suppose? Unless you wish to...see a goodmorning kiss, too?"

"I think I could go for seconds, yeah," Rich replied, pressing onto my paw so as to encourage me to touch him a bit more firmly.

I complied easily, letting my fingerpads stroke through the fabric of his trousers and press into his muscle and flesh on each of my slow passes. The bear murred quietly in his throat.

"Could a gentleman pay for the cab fare, to a chosen location?" I spoke, feeling emboldened and chivalrous for my success so far.

"I'll put my half to it, of course," Rich replied, "Otherwise I would be a poor gentleman."

I nodded my agreement, and got a soft peck from my new friend in return.

*

The elevator ride to my apartment on the fifth floor seemed to go on for much longer than usually when I had a big bear holding onto my with strong arms and big paws, and his nose was rubbing up and down along the side of my neck while Rich nuzzled me. He was leaning against me and I leaned against the elevator wall, my eyes half-lidded while the bear touched me. I was fully hard by now, unsurprising after a quarter of an hour's cab ride from the club to my place, during which we had barely managed to keep our paws away from each other. I kissed him as soon as the cab had zoomed away back into the night, and I had a smiling bear closely in tow when we entered the apartment block and I lead him into the elevator that'd take us up into my humble flat.

"Your elevator smells like old ladies," the bear snuffled as he nosed my neck and pushed his fruitful loins against my hip.

I had one of my paws resting over his hip rump, and I felt its nice curve and could barely stop myself from groping it more intently than was appropriate before we were safely tucked in within the walls of my apartment. Rich didn't seem to mind it even now, though, so I wasn't about to stop either.

I chuckled at his comment and rubbed my free paw over his back quickly.

"That's probably Mrs. Acton from number 630," I offered amusedly, my ears flicking with delight as I felt his teeth give a fold of my neck a small nip.

My cock spat a trail of pre within my boxers and my entire body tensed at that feeling, and I really was a struggle to not to crash against the elevator wall, especially when he laughed and the rumbling vibrations were transferred through his chest over to mine. Rich's arm around me tightened and he held me firmly, even when the elevator gave a little "ping!" and the doors slid open noisily,, admitting us into the hallway.

I half-walked and was half-dragged by my lay as we made our way along the dimly lit corridor until we reached my door. I signaled my discovery with another nice squeeze over the bear's rump, and he rumbled with pleasure and I felt his tail flick a little as I kept up my hold of his precious asset while my free paw fumbled for my key from my jacket pocket. Rich went for one of my ears when I was thus distracted, and I was feeling pretty damn acutely horny when I finally got the right key fitted into the lock and my apartment was opened for us.

I flicked the lights on as we entered and watched him take a quick look of my living room come kitchen, and I'm sure he also noted the door that led into the modest adjoining bedroom, but I didn't' see any general expressions of disapproval.

"Like the colors of the carpet and the chairs," he spoke, pointing a big paw at my textiles while I locked the door securely and hung my jacket to its place.

I snuffled.

"Style sensitive bear, eh?"

"I keep telling people how new colored phone casings fit the color of their fur or their favorite colors in general, go figures," the bear grinned, and he was unbuttoning his own jacket too as he continued his quiet tour of my place.

I kicked off my shoes and put my stuff away while I let him settle, and smiled.

"You want a night cap?" I asked, wanting to be the generous host and all, now that we had gotten this far.

I was soon next to him and had my arms around once his jacket was flung down to the couch, and he didn't seem to complain when I held him close and pressed my nose against the crook of his neck to breathe him in. That same, familiar mixture of cologne and bear musk and arousal filled my nose pleasantly, and I savored his distinct aroma while I felt Rich's paws press over my back and help our hard cocks press against each other a bit more firmly than before.

"It's only what, a quarter past 12?" he mused, eyes looking up to what I knew was to be my digital wall clock.

I lifted my muzzle and looked at him, and was glad that we didn't have a height difference of more than a few inches, Rich being slightly taller. He was a lost a bit more slender too, but still, as far as us brown bears went, we were both of a healthy size and mindset.

"Yeah," I concurred after a quick glance at the clock.

"Soooo...," he drawled, paws exploring my back openly while he looked down to me, "I think we might have time for one once we've gotten a bit more...comfortable..."

His voice was low and sexy and there was little else I could do except offer in my own best husky voice that we might take our comforts into the bedroom where the big bed I had promised happen to be located to.

We crossed the living room mid-grapple, holding onto each other and with Rich walking backwards as I led us in and then into the darkness of the bedroom. I only let go of him long enough to put the lights on, because I wanted to see what I was dealing with here. I did agree that having sex in the dark wasn't unpleasant at all, but this being an all new body, I wanted to get a really good look first before we got into any dirty mischief we might come up with. I had a few ideas already brewing in my lust-filled head, and I was pretty sure that Rich wasn't too far away from it either, judging by the insistent throbbing mass inside his pants that was still pressed against my side.

I growled playfully and gave him a little tug, and Rich didn't mind when he collapsed onto his back on the bed. He caused the heavy-duty springs to squeak a few times, but it was nothing that the said springs hadn't seen before. They could take it, and could take us both, too, so I didn't have to worry about having to make a visit to IKEA after my one night stand.

He looked pretty good there, only wearing his slacks and his grey shirt, and there was a big bulge on the front of his pants. I also knew that the other side might be rather attractive as well, and I couldn't wait to see what I might get my paws onto in a while.

I landed onto the bed with a gentle thumb of my own and crawled up onto my side next to him. I plastered my body over to him, an arm and a leg hooked over his body as we cuddled close to each other and shared the very air we breathed while our bodies sought each other's warmth. His belly pressed against my own slightly rounder one, and our thick chests met warmly as well, as did our more needy places, but for a moment it was fun to just get a bit more warm and cozy though a bit of kissing and nuzzling.

Rich wasn't half bad kisser, either, and we traded our lips back and forth while our paws started to make all sorts of fun things they knew to be interesting, going over arms and backs and tail base and round expanses of cloth- clad ass just waiting to be sampled in other ways, too. I found myself nudged to my back at some point and being pushed down under his heavy, warm body. My paws were hooked behind Rich's neck as he kissed and suckled on my neck and left a couple of tingly hickies there, his huffing breaths against my skin only serving to fuel my arousal even further. I let my paws stroke through his soft head furs, and enjoyed the murrings that brought from him.

We traded places fluidly from that, and it wasn't too difficult to roll over him and hug him with all my body while our tongues swiped against each other and then proceeded to invade broad ursine muzzles. My lopsided glassed were removed by Rich's attentive paws at some point, but it didn't matter. This close he was all warm eyes and playful, heated grins, not a blur, thankfully.

My body was aching for a release by the time I had ended up being pinned against him again, exchanging hot kisses while Rich's hips were creating a kind of a very interesting semi-rhythm as they met my hips over and over again at irregular intervals. My own hips made lazy accompanying movements to meet his little half-thrusts, but I was really feeling too comfortable lying there being kissed and with my paws squeezing and fondling the big bear's softly furred backside. It might not have been as proud as the black bear's ass back at The Ramrod, but it was more than gropeable, and more than that, it was mine for now to do as I pleased, no competition except the potential hair trigger response that could follow after being this pent up for a long time.

Rich looked down to me and grinned after our kiss had parted. His maw was a bit open, and I saw the tip of his tongue as he breathed heavily.

"What'djo wanna do?"

I smacked my lips and licked them while looking up to him heatedly, our bodies still in slow, erotic movement with our mutual mild humping motions.

"I don't mind if you're a top or a bottom, but I'd really like to have a taste at this," I grinned and patted his rump firmly.

I hoped it didn't sound too corny, especially with the lip-licking and all.

The bear on top of me simply grinned and licked over my saliva-slickened lips with his own big, broad tongue.

"I wouldn't mind letting you give my rump whatever you got, if you know what I mean," the bear on top of me smiled.

"I really wouldn't mind at all," I replied happily, letting my paws fall from his body as I felt him begin to move again.

It was a playful race to shed our clothing, and soon we were down to our boxers, and with a quick "Tadah!" and a firm tug, I relieved the unsuspecting bear of his boxers when he was taking off his wristwatch. He yelped a bit, playfully, thankfully that is, when his slim but long member bobbed into view and stood up proudly from his loins, throbbing and leaking a trail of pre down along his glistering shaft.

I smirked at the encouraging sight and hooked my thumbs over my own elastic to finally rescue my own bear cock from its sad imprisonment, and I didn't feel too bad revealing my eight pink inches for his scrutiny. Rich's eyes lingered around my bear bits for a moment before he nodded his approval and, to my surprise, dived down on me, sending the bed creaking.

His paws got a good hold of my hips as he took my into his maw unguided and unassisted except for my paws that were quick to land onto his neck and hold him lightly while the bear's lips kissed the tip of my cock before his maw opened and he suckled in the first inch or so of me into the heat of his muzzle.

I groaned and growled a little as I felt the hot slickness travel up and down my shaft as he let more of me slip past his lips and into his muzzle, graced by the tongue that was curling against my pre-soaked shaft. I must have spurted some extra to cover his tongue, too, for my cock throbbed wildly while the big bear on his knees on the bed tasted me deeply with his tongue and his maw. I tried not to push him with my paws, simply let them ride along with the natural movement of his head as he gave me a pretty damn good blowjob. He could take about two thirds of my length without trouble and that was fine, because the idea of causing this friendly and very sex enthusiastic bear to gag was an unpleasant one.

I kept letting out soft growls and huffs while my balls churned and the hot maw slipped up and down over my straining flesh. He wasn't just blowing me, his tongue swiped over the tip of my cock whenever he took his head up so that only the very tip remained between his lips , only to dive down once more and making my toes curl with his hot pass of my cock inside his muzzle. It was starting to feel almost a little bit too good, so I gently gave him a small nudge on the back of his head and watched him watch me as my cock slipped past his lips and then bounced against my belly and made a rude sound.

"Getting close, eh?" he smirked, nosing his cold snout against my itchy ball sac.

I gasped involuntarily and felt my whole lower body tense a little as if it was preparing to blow my rocks off. My breaths were heavy and my heart leaped in my chest as I watched the crouching bear, his lips glistering with my pre and spit, and tail flicking from side to side and only highlighting the curve of his back and the flare of his ass.

"I'll get you close too, soon enough...just stay like you are and you'll see...," I told him and ruffled his head furs between his ears.

Rich murred happily as I got off the bed and rounded to the other side, keeping my eyes on him the whole time. He looked over his shoulder to watch me too a I knelt on the foot of the bed, right behind him.

"Take that pillow from there and put it under your knees," I told him, pointing at the said pillow resting on the head of the bed.

Rich grinned and fetched the said pillow, stuffing it under his knees and then ,guessing what I had in mind, leaned down onto all fours. He settled easily onto his elbows, spreading his knees and really pushing up his broad, beautiful rump for me to look at.

It really was pretty nice to look at, all round and handsomely colored and there was the extra bonus of getting a really attractive glimpse at his ball sac hanging heavily between his thick thighs. His cock throbbed against his belly between his legs and dripped some pre down to my sheets and made the air smell of rut. I'd sure like to get a taste of that cock soon enough, too, but now I had a slightly different target in mind.

My cock almost ached as it jutted between my thighs, leaking as much as my fellow bear was doing while I scooted a bit closer to him while still admiring the display of hot bear rump in front of my eyes. My paws fit well about the halves of his rump as I felt him up for good, tracing those lustrous curves of manflesh and eliciting some happy groans from Rich with my squeezes. His ass furs were warm and comfortable and yes, cozy, feeling like they were meant to be fondly caressed by attentive paws like mine were at the moment, taking in every detail of that wondrous thing that was this bear's nice ass. For someone like me, it was also good to note that it had good proportions in comparison to the rest of his body, lack of which might spoil perfectly good puns for giving the maximum cock-twitching experience.

Right now my own was acting like a second tail to me, so twitchy it was with arousal.

My eyes liked to wander as much as my paws were, and I did trace along the softest, thinnest furs ranging from his fuzzy ball sac and going up between the valley of flesh that ended into the now prominently displayed little pucker hidden under the muscular base of his upright tail. There were black strands of hair around his tailhole, giving just a hint of contrast for the pinkness of his bare flesh. That, definitely, was a bonus, because I hated waxed tailholes in porn too as much as in bed.

And heck, that little bit of extra wasn't anything that a bit of dental floss couldn't handle anyway.

As much as Rich had gone for my cock like a thirsty man grabs a bottle of water, I attacked his precious places with similar eagerness. I let my paws slip over his buns and used my thumbs to spread his treasure for me to view even more closely as I breathed in his musty aroma of sweat and ball musk and pre and big bear. My tongue and lips made a mess out of his ball sac in and instant, sending those orbs jiggling inside their soft protective pouch while I nipped at the loose skin with my lips and let my tongue take hot swipes over it. The crouching bear rumbled happily and even wriggled his rump a little, which caused my nose to press more firmly against his taint now.

His fragrance filled my nose and was conductive of my slick cock making even more of a mess of itself while I breathed in bear musk and felt my head get almost woozy with it. This was so much better than rubbing my paw all over my balls and then snuffling all around that paw while hoping it was in fact some personable fur's balls I was nosing at instead of my own trusty if not a very exotic paw providing the stimulation.

I didn't hurry too much as I slowly made my way along his hot crack, taking good, hot snuffs and rewarding him with the feeling of my warm breath flowing all over his sensitive flesh. My paws kneaded all over his beautiful as while I let my tongue loll out and add the element of slickness to the play. I laved his ass with my wet kisses, matting that sparse fur with my wet spit while Rich murred and grumbled appreciatively and roughly. He was really responsive, I found to my delight as I went up and down his crack, all the way to his balls before coming up for another hot round of some undertail loving of my very own kind.

I cupped his balls into my big paw and rolled them around and didn't forget to add the complimentary squeeze. Rich groaned and pushed himself back towards my muzzle pushed up against his tail end, causing my nose to become lodged between his round buns.

It was so easy to simply slip my tongue up and down that by now very slick crevice, still only visiting his tailtole proper only briefly and giving some cursory laps around the wrinkle of muscle without concentrating my oral assaults on that little piece of flesh usually so well hidden between the bear's wide buns. His musk was laced with a hint of soap which made me glad that I was dealing with a clean bear indeed, and I could happily ramp things up a little bit more as I circled his hole with my tongue, covering it with a slick layer of saliva before applying some more firm, hot licks.

Perhaps part of my liking of oral play comes from the fact that I'm in charge. I'm not sticking anything inside anyone or taking anything inside any of my own bodily orifices, but I am still giving him, my chosen lover, a massive amount of pleasure. It is a selfish pleasure, for while giving head is an art and a pleasure, being the giver is not exactly orgasmic glee kind of a thing to experience. Yes, it is wonderful, it feels good to give so much pleasure, and the musk is enough to make my cock hard as a crow bar, but it's still not quite the same. That's another reason why I love it so much. Makes me feel selfless, and also selfish, for indulging in so much pleasure and teasing my lovers to the brink of their endurance over and over again.

My lips kissed against his hole firmly now, my tongue flicking between them and brushing against his sensitive, smooth flesh. Rich tilted his hips up a little to give me a better access between his rump cheeks, something that was more than appreciated by me. The smile that gave to my face was a very private one, held as a kiss against the bear's taint as I ate him out slowly, letting my kisses and tongue reduce his tailbase into a mess of sticky fur and teased muscle.

I tilted my head back just long enough to admire my tonguework - his hole, flexing slowly along with the general heaving of his body, the wet, slicked furs and the general view of the aroused bear being treated to the best rimjob of his life if there was anything I could do about it.

The second round of attack upon his taint came with as much fervor as the first, probably even more, too, for we were both becoming more and more pent up and needy of a release somewhere soon. Still, six months was a long time to go without a proper snack of this kind, and I wasn't about to forego my own enjoyment in favor of a quick if probably highly ball-bursting round of got assfucking with my balls slapping against the bear's widly.

That very thought made me ever the more eager to prod my tongue against his protective flesh and see if it would yield for me easily or whether some negotiation was needed. Droplets of my saliva were starting to fall over the knuckles of my paw toying with his balls while I still went to town on his ass with my tongue, drooling and snuffling with pleasures as I tried to tease him that little bit extra that set up lousy rimjobs from the excellent ones.

It was much in the attitude, I knew as much, both of letting one's self to enjoy this kind of a thing, as much as it was about the tongue master's eagerness to please and to dwell as deeply into the musky depths of the offered ass. Rich's tailhole was pliable and resisted my efforts admirably, the muscles flexing and keeping my fleshy intruder away as long as he simply could, but when I went in for another round of tongue prods that were, to be honest, starting to make my own jaws a bit sore already, I felt him relent and allow me to enter him properly.

The heat and musk were wonderful after such a long time without making this kind of a visit into someone's body, and I wasted no time trying to get as much of it as I could. I pushed into him, letting my tongue dart between my lips and into him again, stroking around the inner rim of his ring-shaped muscle that had been overcome by my simple horniness and wish to sample the innards of this friendly, sexy bear who willingly let me open his ass up with my tongue. He was helping along to it too with the slow humping motions of his hips, driving my tongue into him as much as my nose was pressed against his tail.

It was still clear that we needed more, too, and with an almost regretful sigh I parted from his flesh, leaving his tailhole wink at me rudely and wetly before the fleshy pucker closed back up into its original snug shape. I gave Rich's bottom a good pat on either side and told that he was one sexy fucker.

Rich snuffled and growled and gave me a look over his shoulder, seemingly comfortable with his posture, which was always a pleasure. You really shouldn't do this kind of a thing like this if your partner wasn't fully into it. There was no doubt about the brown bear though, if going by judging at the amount of pre he had leaked, or his happy grumblings.

"You ready for it?" I huffed, feeling my cock throb insistently while my eyes were still fixed on the bear's rump.

"Hell yeah!"

I left the bed only briefly to pad over to my nightstand and equip myself courteously with a good Ursoplus Prophylactics ultra-strong condom which I unwrapped and tolled snuggly over my member before applying a good layer of KY from an economy size tube that had given much needed extra help on many a lonely night when something else from that same nightstand had been put into use to alleviate a bout of a special kind of loneliness.

With the presence of two hard cocks in the room, Rich didn't really have to see what else I had hidden in there, so I pushed the drawer closed and looked at him, smiling as I gave my cock a careful stroke.

"Just come on...," the bear rumbled, his breaths still coming as hot pants as he watched me prepare myself to do the deed with him hotly.

I sauntered over to the bed again and positioned myself behind him, one paw resting at the small of his back, my other paw still holding the tube of lube.

"You need some extra?" I asked him, waving the blue and white tube.

"Nah, you put it on yourself just fine and you opened me up good, we'll know if we need more," he grinned over his shoulder and pushed his wriggly rump against my lap.

I gasped and grunted as I felt my slick cock press between the crack of his cheeks and get lodged in his warmth for the first time properly. I hissed between my teeth and tossed the lube aside and simply gripped onto those hips, giving him a few pushes with my own loins to show him just how much I needed this. I wasn't in the mood to do that much dry-humping, to be honest, so without much further ado I guided my lubed tip against his slick hole and pushed.

Rich went all still when he felt me prepare to take him, and only let out a loud moan as I applied some pressure against his spit-lubed tailhole. My grip on his hips with my paws helped to keep our balance as I pushed slowly to overcome whatever resistance his body might try to throw at as us when trying to fight to keep my cock out of him.

We come together in a series of hot huffs and grunts when Rich's body yielded under my insistent pushing and allowed my cock to finally slip into his hot, gripping rectum. He was tight and he was warm and it felt perfect, and as my hips collided softly with Rich's, I let out a soft grunt of victory when I felt our bodies becomes completely joined now.

Rich reared his head up to moan properly when he felt our balls touch, and I shifted my hips briefly from side to side to show him just how deep I was within him. I probably stretched his tailhole out a little bit more in the progress too, for I felt his body clench firmly around me. He was practically sucking me in with his body now, so tight and warm and inviting.

My paws gave his speared rump cheeks one further squeeze before I let them move upwards, to come to grip on his back just below his shoulder blades. I wanted enough leverage to do this properly, and as soon as I was settled in for good, I began to thrust.

Our bodies moved beautifully together, my hips making a fluid seesawing rhythm as I pounded into Rich's upturned rump with all my pent up energy and ardor. I held onto him, and he braced himself well on his paws and knees and made for a solid base to take all my hot thrusts into his ass. He didn't complain even during the deeper, hard jabs that I made when I felt my cocktip reach untouched depths within him, and then the big bear simply groaned when I went for a more easy, leisurely rhythm, humping in and out of his inviting ass with slow, unhurried thrust.

Rich kept pushing back against most of my thrusts, and there was nothing passive about him even if he was namely the subservient partner. We were in this together, both giving and taking and adding more to the ball-churning pleasure of deeply taking another fur's body and using it for out mutual pleasure. I was sure that his prostate was getting a good workout from the glide of my firm cock over that swollen nub within him, and judging by his groans and the constant spurts of pre all over my bed, it was great success.

My rhythm began to get faster slowly, my thrusts into his tailhole also harder and more firm, and I ground my hips against his rump with each ball-slapping push through his hole and into his tight, gripping tail tunnel before I came back for another hot ass-smacking pounding hump against those jiggly ass cheeks. Rich kept huffing and moving his hips in a kind of a humping motion to match mine, and it was a damn erotic feeling, to feel how our hips grinded together with so much intent.

We couldn't keep things up like that for a while ,considering we'd been at it for quite some time now, and Rich was the first to cum, too, due to the intent pounding my cock into him. I felt his become taunt all over, on the inside as well, and we both groaned heavily as I felt his body begin to expel his copious cum in hot spurts all over the bedsheets. The air became heavy with sex and my body burned and my cock twitched and as his body took a firm hold of me with his orgasmic spasms, I too lost myself. I held tightly on the bear's body as I felt my own pleasure wash over me and start to fill him up with hard, thick spurts of my bear cream deep inside his rump while my hips continued their firm motion against his rump, intent on driving all I could as deep into him as I could. My natural instinct kept me thrusting though both of our orgasm, and while our bodies complained and our balls jerked to try and pump out just a little bit more cum to add to the impressive amount we had already given for each other.

After what felt like minutes of pure heat I collapsed on top of him. Rich's paws gave out and we ended up landing heavily, the bear underneath me slamming against the pool of cum he had conjured up during his massive orgasm. He landed with a muffled "hhumhmhphh!" escaping from his maw as our bodies crashed together one more time, both still glowing with the immense pleasure of our hot rut, our heads swimming with pleasure and musk while our bodies still heaved happily.

I sought his lips and kissed the side of Rich's maw, receiving his tongue in mine in return as well. We traded some saliva and scent and musk while our hearts tried to calm down a little and we enjoyed the afterglow to its fullest. My eyes even started to feel a little bit heavy as I rested there on the mount still, my cock still deeply imbedded inside the bear's big, fantastic rump.

"Still up to that night cap?" I asked him after it felt like it was again polite to speak, now that neither of us was spewing cum or anything similar, and I had finally stilled my hips so that I was not longer humping his stuffed ass with my cock.

"Sure," the lazily snuffling bear spoke, giving me a broad smile that spoke of happiness with something else other than my proposed drink.

"Mind if we have it in bed?" I grinned, already enjoying the idea of a little bit of a tipple while we'd cuddle and enjoy each other's messy muskiness some further.

"I think I won't want to leave this bed any time soon, trick."

I gave his shoulders a squeeze from my paws, snickering briefly.

"Now I'm a trick, huh?" I rumbled.

"Not a single trick act, I hope?" he smirked, flicking a big ear at me.

I nosed along the top of his head and smiled.

"If I had some sleeves at the moment, I'd assure you that they're quite full, "I teased and leaned in for another tongue-twisting kiss.

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