Thicker than words
This is what happens when I lose myself in the depths of my tankard. I want to see if I improved since I wrote this old piece, so critisize all ya want.
I never thought this could happen. I stared at the red digits of the clockface for 5 hours, wrapped in the remarkably soft, yet incredibly strong arms of the man I had never thought would be able to return my love. It was 5 past 3 a.m. when I finally convinced myself I wasn't in some sick dream. I loosened the arms holding me and turned to face the bear that had me wrapped around his paw since highschool. Slowly wetting my lips with my tounge, I study the features that I couldn't before. Now noticing details up close that had eluded me. Like the small gut that I now knew was more muscle than fat, the v-shaped pattern of fur on his chest thicker than his other fur, the brown eyes with specks of gold that-"Ow!!!" I shouted in frustration as I bit my tounge in surprise. Scrambling up, I fell off the bed onto my ass, scared that I'd just creeped out my best-friend. From the floor, I could hear a deep rumbling laugh that seemed to vibrate the air and fill me with feelings that words simply can't explain. Still unsure, I tenderly got to my feet and stared at the dark shape lying on my bed, not sure if he was angry.
"I'm sorry" I said shamefully.
"For what? I thought people were supposed to admire great pieces of unsuspecting art." He said in that gruff, yet somehow tender and soft voice that never failed to send an electric shock down my spine even after 7 years of hearing it.
Still not giving a reply, it came as a surprise when a big burly paw shot from the darkness and wrapped around my arm, dragging me closer to the fuzzy grizzly that I undoubtedly loved.
"Or maybe, you want to do more than just stare." Pulling me against his chest, I almost burst with happiness when he planted a big wet one, right onto my lips. Pulling back slightly, I rested my forehead on my mate's, staring into the eyes that now seemed to hold so much more than a friendship, almost as if they could see into me, and vise-versa. Slowly kissing me, Jordan wrapped his arms around me and pulled me even tighter against him, meshing his fur onto my skin, rubbing his powerful scent into me. Rolling us over, I let him take full control and just mimicked whatever he did. Standing about 9 in. taller than me and weighing over 300 pounds, I was completely covered by fuzzy bear, not that I could complain! Slowly getting more aggressive with his movements, it was almost five minutes of intense making out when he suddenly yanked back, sliding his thick bear-tounge out of my mouth. Staring at me with a look that made me melt into the sheets, he gave me that dumb grin that could be used at any time to make me do anything he wanted, not that he took advantage of that.
Slowly sliding up my body, he finally came to a rest with his crotch in front of my face with him on all-fours. Tilting my head back, I saw him looking down and give me a reassuring smile that washed away all previous doubts. Looking back at the hunk of bear in front of me hidden behind one, maybe two pieces of thin clothing made me practically drool. And without further ado I reached my hands up and pulled the basketball shorts and briefs down in one fluid motion. Kicking them off his ankles, Jordan let out a deep growl as I immediately took his still-growing member into my mouth, wasting no time in pleasantries. After suckling his meaty bear-cock to full-mast, I pushed on his hips until I had just the tip past my lips, then I reached behind him, grabbing his plump ass cheeks and pulling him closer. Getting the message, he promptly proceeded to fuck my face, pumping himself back and forth between my lips, pushing into my throat and moaning as the muscles of my throat constricted around his cock. Suddenly he grabbed my head and leaned all his weight to his hips, pulling me against his pubic hair and giving smaller but harder thrusts. Leaning his head back he gave a series of grunts and one last drawn out moan before he unloaded himself down my throat. Holding my head on his dick, I couldn't yet taste the cum and could only feel the throbbing of his cock and the warmness in the back of my throat. After about 30 seconds, he finally took the pressure off my head and let me suck as I pleased. Still holding him in my mouth, I was surprised when he gave a quick thrust and shot off a residual rope of musky bear-cum. Rolling it around my tounge, my eyes widened in astonishment. It tasted amazing!
Finally pulling himself out of my mouth, he gave me a concerned look that made me want to cry out and hold him, so I quickly grabbed his paws in my hands and kissed the side of his muzzle.
"I'm sorry cub, sometimes my instincts take over and I just can't help myse-" I stopped him, putting one of our hand to his lips and looking him dead in those beautiful eyes that I still couldn't believe were there, under these circumstances. Letting go of the paw, I raised it to his round ear and stroked it between my fingers. Still not breaking eye-contact, I took a breath and asked him something that I had long given up hope for before this amazing night occurred. Looking at me seriously, his only response was a fiendishly handsome smile and to gently turn me over onto my stomach. Mounting me quickly before the cool blast of air from the ceiling fan hit me, he slowly pushed himself into my passage, rubbing my shoulders and thighs, helping me to relax. My ring felt like it was on fire for the first 6-inches, but then he rubbed against something in me that immediately outweighed the pain with and electric shock that jarred my whole being. Leaning down onto me, his muzzle came to rest on my shoulder as he slowly began to push in and out of my passage, silently saying my name and complimenting me on how good it felt to be inside me, breeding me and making me his own.
After about 10 minutes of this though, he quickly speed up, now pulling out more than halfway before burying himself back into me, grunting with pleasure into my ear. At first I was sure I was in pure heaven, but when he started pounding me like he was doing right now, I lost control. I could hear moans and sometimes whimpers coming out of my own mouth, seemingly of their own accord. My tounge fell out of my mouth, flopping lazily in time with the bear breeding me from behind. *I'm sure glad my apartment has thick walls, it must sound like a porno in here* and it did, me whimpering like a puppy and my big bear grunting and moaning, his hefty balls making a distinct slapping noise against my ass. All of a sudden I felt the entire weight of an adult grizzly bear as Jordan flattened himself on top of me, breathing heavily as his thrusts became more erratic and he started bucking into me. Holding back my orgasm, I said his name, putting the weight of my love for the bear into the way I said it, because no words exist that can justly contain what I felt at that moment, and every happy moment I've ever had with this amazing man. Hearing this, his reply was one that I cherish more than anything. This one word that changed my world forever, that he reserves only for me, and me alone. Hearing it, I immediately felt something in me snap, tightening every muscle in my body, making it hard to breathe. Feeling my passage clench itself around him, he gave one final, HARD shove into me as he to climaxed, filling me with bearseed and simaltaniously roaring load enough to shake the bed frame we were lying on. Resting on top of me, giving the occasional thrust while I could still feel him coating my insides with his cum. Finally the flood stopped, and he rolled over onto his side. Staying in me and wrapping his arms and a leg over me, nuzzling closer, he whispered the word again, making me shiver with excitement. The word that let's me know without a doubt, he loves me as I love him. "Mine"