Making Up.
Just a short little story to spread and share the bison love (bovines are certainly interesting to write about...)
"Hey there babe," Adam said, making the bison jump as he wrapped his burly arms about the also very large male.
"Adam!" Carl exclaimed. He scowled and looked over his shoulder at the assailant, "What if you had made me mess up this chair? I'd have to start all over!"
Adam held onto the bison but looked over his shoulder, "Ohh...this is all one piece...that's artful," he said, always amazed by the bison's creativity.
"It's difficult is what it is," Carl said. He was working on a chair, and it was all just one giant piece of wood that he'd been carving on for quite some time. It had been his project for the past few months, and he was working on the décor of the piece; perfection was critical before he put on a finish.
Adam ran his paws over the bison. Carl's shirt was soaked with sweat, and the bison reeked with his musk, which made him lightheaded. He loved it when Carl would come back from the shed because of how he'd smell; a combination of musk and wood. He also had to admit he liked it when the bison was hot and sweaty--there was something about it. Taking his eyes off the chair he licked Carl, getting a healthy amount of bison musk on his tongue.
"Bud....I want to complete this today," Carl said, managing to ignore his mate's antics. He knew very well what Adam was after--and he wanted it too.
"You've been in your shed all day today--I want some Carl time to myself," Adam told the bison. He saw another bead of sweat roll down the bison's cheek, which fell onto his damp shirt. The shed itself acted as even more insulation--since Carl refused to put in any type of ventilation and there wasn't a window to open; the place got incredibly hot. If he didn't know his mate got plenty of water he would've refused to let the bison work in the shed.
Carl felt the bear's paws playing with his chest, "Five minutes? I'll be done by then,"
"Fine...but I'm staying right here," Adam told the bison and tugged playfully on him.
"Are you going to let go?" Carl asked, looking back but not truly minding the way the big male's body felt when pressed against him.
"No, I'm staying right here and I'm going to hold onto you the entire time," Adam said. He tugged on the bison possessively and licked him again.
"No more licking...and keep the touching above my waist, OK?"
"Five minutes," Adam reminded the bison.
The bear was true to his words. Carl finished filing the leg he'd been working on in three and a half minutes. He put down the file and nestled into the bear's arms, "Carl time can begin now," he announced, though the second he'd put the file down the bear's paws had become much more touchy.
"Good," Adam said and licked the bison, playing with the skin under the shaggy fur. He let his paws dip into Carl's jeans. The bison wore jeans and a plain white shirt while out in the shed, and as with nearly everything the bison wore, had his shirt tucked in. He moved his paws under the tucked shirt and began to stroke through the moist fur.
Carl let the bear have his way; wanting Adam to have some fun with him, and to act as a bit of padding to his apology. They'd had a small fight last night, and he knew this was their way of making up. It'd been a stupid fight really. Adam had put bowls at the bottom of the dishwasher and none of the top plates got cleaned because of it--and he told the bear that was a stupid mistake. The entire thing escalated to the point where Carl found himself on one side of the bed and Adam on the other.
He'd gotten up early and left a note. It wasn't much. It was just a small note telling the bear he was sorry and that he loved him. Adam was OK with that. The bear knew he'd always been bad at apologizing--or at any types of humbling expressions. Leaving notes was his way of going about it and he loved the bear for understanding that. Neither of them were very emotional save for those sappy moments between each other. To the average eye they were just two guy friends and not life-bound-lovers.
After all these years the bear still understood him perfectly. It seemed like yesterday that he'd asked Adam to be his mate; even if it was six years ago. The bear had yelled yes, quite loudly and they had moved in together very quickly. There was a small ceremony, and Adam had his family and Carl's mingle together; it was strange, but nice.
Now they lived together, and though there were occasional bickering moments they knew they loved each other despite those moments. The fights were few and far between actually--like once every four months at the most. If anything those times served as moments to show them how much they loved one another.
They were both very dominant personalities and those did clash at certain times, but never made them not love the other. Carl knew Adam was a big, burly bear and knew Adam knew he was a big burly bison--neither of them was exactly small. If their fights ever truly escalated it would probably end up with them both panting and trying to over power theo other--though they were evenly matched.
Carl moved his paws and pulled his mate closer, "You know I don't like to do this in the shop,"
Adam nodded and kissed the bison, "Then we should go inside,"
Carl nodded and when the bear let go followed after him. Adam had put on a bit more weight after they had become mates, but it looked good on the bear. Honestly he liked having his mate a bit chubby; not obese but not skinny either; not that he'd ever even seen a skinny bear. Of course he'd already warned Adam about not letting himself go; he wanted the bear to be healthy still. And the bear was healthy--in perfect health honestly. On his last check up the doctor hadn't even mentioned the fact that he'd gained fifteen pounds; instead focusing on how his cholesterol and blood pressure were pristine. It was perfect for him. Carl was glad. He got to keep his meaty mate--pudginess and all.
Carl himself had put on some muscle instead of fat over the years. It wasn't too noticeable. Adam was the only one to notice because the bear was the only person he let run his paws over him so freely. Adam would often kiss his chest, which is where most of the muscle had developed. The definition was nice and he often enjoyed walking through the house without a shirt, which he knew Adam enjoyed quite a bit too.
The two made their way into the house and Carl peeled off his shirt. He moved up behind his mate and tossed the shirt over Adam, and pulled it once it was in his muzzle. He gagged the bear and chuckled as Adam mumbled words back to him. "Sorry Hon...I can't understand you..."
Adam mumbled more angry words to the bison.
"OK, fine," Carl said and tied his shirt so it was stuck in his mate's muzzle, "Gah...you like the weirdest things," he said and shook his head. While Adam did love it when he got hot and sweaty the bear wasn't into the bondage thing, and neither was Carl; he simply loved teasing the bear. And Adam loved his musky scent, so the bear said, and that was no lie by the bulge that the bear's pants were quickly forming.
Adam grumbled more words, letting his anger show, though he was playing with the bison more than arguing. He pushed Carl and growled. If he had truly wanted he could've just untied the shirt or ripped it away, but a part of him found the musky scent to be too good to let go.
"Ohh...bear-butt going to bite m--oh...wait, you can't,"
Adam snarled and showed off his teeth. His cock was already filling out in his sheath despite his protest though. His brain only made one connection; his mate's musk was filling his nose and he loved it. He took a step forward and hit the bison in the chest, "Murfk"
"Urfkel," Carl grumbled back, acting like he was gagged. "I love you too," he said and kissed one of the exposed teeth. He pulled on his mate and smiled at him, "Want me to take the shirt out?"
Adam nodded and was quickly ungagged. He scowled at the bison, "Geez Carl...choke me why don't you"
"Well...it feels like you liked it,"
Adam shook his head, "Just because my cock can't tell the difference between your musk being in my nose and you gagging me doesn't mean I can't,"
Carl laughed and kissed his mate, "There there Bud...I'm sorry--for now,"
Adam rolled his eyes, "I'm sure I'll get gagged again...just not with a shirt,"
"Don't pretend a part of you doesn't like it,"
Adam glared at Carl and after a moment shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe a little..." he conceded. "But don't expect me to turn my back to you anytime soon,"
Carl chuckled and let his fingers slip through the bear's pants. "Really?" he asked with a small laugh. He quickly moved one under the bear's tail and found that special spot that the bear loved to have massaged; and penetrated, "I think you'll have your back to me in a minute..."
Adam growled happily and a stupid smile was on his muzzle, "Carl..." he said and nuzzled the bison's sweaty chest, letting the musk sink into his fur.
Carl smiled even more smugly and began to run circles over the bear's pucker. With his free paw he held Adam to his chest, 'forcing' the bear to breath in his scent. He felt a bead of sweat run down his face and drip into Adam's fur. The bear was a sucker for him when he got back from the shed--with his sweaty body, his shirt clinging to his chest and showing off his bit of stomach while his jeans comfortably hugged his butt. "Personal record I think,"
Adam licked through the bushy fur and nipped at it, grinning happily, "What do you mean?" he asked, rubbing himself back onto that meaty digit that was playing with him.
"Getting you so eager to take a cock," Carl replied.
Adam couldn't help but chuckle; it was probably a true statement. They were boh large guys but the bison was the top every-time. All Carl would have to say was that he was going to get dicked and like it--because they both knew he would. Of course he topped the bison every few times, but when it came to the end he knew he loved having the thick meat penetrating him. He licked over the bison's fur again and groaned, "Then how about we get that cock buried?" he asked.
Carl pulled his paw out of the bear's pants and nodded, "Sounds li--Ow" he was interrupted as Adam shoved him against a counter and the bear dropped to his knees. Adam's paws worked furiously and soon had his pants and jock around his ankles while the bear buried his nose under his balls. The cool sensation made him shudder and he gripped the counter with his paws while the ravenous bear began lapping eagerly at his low hangers.
Adam felt the limp cock hanging against his muzzle. He gave the sweaty balls a few happy laps and made his way to the meaty member which he stuck between his lips and made the bison moan happily.
"Oh...now that's a happy muzzle," Carl said with a chuckle while Adam moaned in agreement and suckled on his tip.
Adam stuck out his tongue and swiped along the length of meat that was being engorged with blood. He loved how the bison didn't have a sheath; it meant he didn't have to wait to play with his cock any time. Possibly his favorite part was to get the member in his muzzle while it was flaccid and to let it grow under his ministrations. He tugged on the bison's balls and got a grunt from the larger male.
"Mmm...you like it, don't ya'...get me nice and wet,"
Adam moaned up at the bison and by the end of the minute had a fully hard bison cock drooling on his tongue. He teased the tip with his tongue and got Carl to start thrusting into his eager muzzle after another moment.
A paw landed on his head and Adam let the bison do whatever he wanted with him, which involved deepthroating the bison and a lot of quick thrusting along his tongue, both of them moaning with the pleasure of getting to please their mate. The bison had been very right; he was loving being gagged once more. Soon enough the paw pulled him off Carl's member, but he still managed to give it a few tongue kisses as his mate pulled him away from the treat.
"OK, OK...I get it...now would you let me pound that hole already?"
Adam jumped to his feet, "Thought you'd never ask Babe," he told the bison and turned around, moving down the corner, not even giving his mate a good-bye kiss before going to the bedroom.
Carl stared at the bear's ample rump as it moved out of sight and after a brief fight with his shoes and pants ran after his mate--cock bouncing along with the rhythm. In their bedroom he found the appealing sight of the bear on his paws and knees, rump in the air and still raised high for his inspection. "Eager...I like that,"
"Eager enough to tell you to hurry it up," Adam replied and shook his hips in the bison's direction.
"Fair enough," Carl said. He stared at the bear for a few moments and shook his head, "Hmm, how about you keep sucking me off and I'll get you ready,"
Adam nodded, "Even better," he replied. He let Carl get under him and soon had a bison cock in front of his lips, and even more quickly between his lips. He swiped his tongue over the member and cleared it of any pre that had built up in their small absence from one another.
Carl gave a happy moan and thrust up into the bear's eager muzzle, getting a happy moan as he did so. Soon enough he developed a rhythm of thrusting into Adam's muzzle and once he was happy with the rhythm he buried his muzzle between the fleshy cheeks. The effect of that was a resounding moan from the bear, and a husky snort from him while he took in the muskiness of his lover's hole. The bear growled hotly around his cock, making it feel like his entire body was vibrating.
He didn't waste anytime in teasing the bear today--he wanted to have Adam bouncing up and down on his cock as much as he was willing to bet the bear did. He licked at the resilient pucker and buried his lips under Adam's tail, all the while getting his mate to growl more hotly. The bear's increased oral fervor was welcomed happily and as much as they put into their efforts the other would try to match, making it a heated session.
Carl slipped his tongue into the bear's channel. He grunted happily and twisted his tongue, making Adam shudder on top of him. His cock was momentarily left alone as his mate got used to the feeling of his tongue inside him, and once he acquainted with the feeling returned to his cock with an eagerness on lust over the years could build up--because Adam knew exactly what to do to make him increase his own efforts.
The bear was soon whining as he sucked on Carl's cock. Carl had the bear just how he wanted him, eager and needy for a good pounding. He pulled back from his private kiss and slapped one of the fleshy cheeks, making Adam grunt around his cock. "Get it nice and wet..."
Adam did just that. After another minute of slobbering over the bison's cock he let it slip from his muzzle and settled for licking his lips instead. He looked back at the bison and nodded with his head, "Assume the position,"
"You got it," Carl replied and moved to the head of the bed. He tucked a pillow under his head and relaxed on his back. Soon he had a lubed paw stroking over his cock, and he stared at Adam while the bear used his other paw to apply some of the lube to his tailhole.
The position. That was something for them both to share, and a compromise of sorts. It allowed Adam to keep a very dominant style as he rode his mate, while letting Carl still be the one pounding happily into him.
After a minute Adam was sitting at his stomach and they had their tongues intertwined. He could taste his musky flavor on Adam's tongue just like he was sure Adam could taste the musk from himself.
Apparently the bear had a surprise for him today. He felt Adam's arms pulling on him and he was soon sitting up in bed, with the bear in his lap. He pulled from the kiss, though Adam began to lap at his neck and questioned the bear on it, "This isn't the position you know?"
"Wanted something a bit different...spontaneous," Adam mumbled as he drolled on the bison's neck. He let the cock rest under his tail and once the two pieces of the puzzle were aligned he began to let them link together. He gave a small groan as the thick meat speared him open, but after years of experience he could take the bison quite easily. He found himself with nine inches of bison cock planted in his tight tunnel after a few mutually pleasant growls and snorts.
A part of this was a game for them. Both wanted to see if they could get the other to moan while going at the other, since they both usually just grunted and growled at the other. Moaning was not something they felt a bear of forty or bison of thirty-five should be found doing with another male--at least not so freely. Both liked to work for it; and for the moans they elicited to be presents and fought for.
Carl groaned at the rhythmic contractions of his mate's tunnel around his cock and wondered how they were supposed to thrust at one another. Unless Adam was planning on using his legs he was pretty immobile.
Adam pulled back from bison's neck and kissed him quickly on the lips. He nuzzled the bison for another moment and then smiled at him, "I guess you're thinking the same thing I am?"
"How am I going to breed this ass if I can't move?" Carl asked, giving his mate's rump a quick swat.
Adam nodded and chuckled. "Well...this is good for kissing you,"
"Yeah," Carl admitted and kissed the bear. He let their tongues intertwine and had the bear growling into his muzzle freely. He moved his paws down to his mate's rump and thrusted as much as he could from the strange position, getting a bit of pleasure for them both in doing so.
Adam pulled back from the kiss and chuckled at the bison, "OK...assume the position again," he said with a smile.
"Aww...you realize the spontaneity isn't that fun,"
"No," Adam said with a smirk and pushed his mate down into 'the position' by force, "I just like it more when you can thrust--I know you do too," he added with a smirk.
"Don't try to butter me up Honey-Bear,"
"Never," Adam said, smiling lightly at the pet name reserved solely for their bed-games.
Carl nodded and had the pillow back under his head and the bear sitting on his cock. He eyed the bear's own cock and began a slow thrusting motion with his hips. He let his paws rest on Adam's thighs while Adam began to rock back and forth on his member. They soon worked out a pattern of good bear-breeding fun and he had his mate bouncing on his cock. The bear's long, but not so thick cock, always provided him with amazing pleasure. There was something about watching the bear's cock throb and leak all the while knowing it was because of him that just made their entire ordeal all the more amazing.
Adam held back the happy moan and settled for a pleasured sigh as he rode his favorite cock. Each time the lengthy and thick meat hit his prostate his cock produced an extra bit of pre to fall into the bison's shaggy fur below. His growl echoed off the walls and worked with the creaking of the bed, sounding like a background noise, as their bodies met time and time again. Even after nearly seven years sex with the bison had only grown more exciting. Their sessions ranged from slow and gentle to the ones where they both were sore and drenched with seed.
"Oh! Adam...." Carl moaned beneath the bear as his mate began to ride his cock with more and more fervor. The small smile on the bear's muzzle was obvious to him; the bear got him to moan and he didn't care. The bear was moan-worthy; he'd let the neighbors hear it. He couldn't keep up in time when Adam let himself go and the bear bred himself eagerly. The bear was His cock throbbed in the bear and deposited more jucies, while getting the bear's own cock to strain in the air and throb. "Mhm! Adam...I'm gonna cum if you keep this up,"
Adam ignored his mate and continued to push his hips back against the bison's cock, completely lost in the pleasure of it all. His body felt electrified with pleasure, and each time he sank himself back down he rose back up and repeated the action; not being able to go fast enough. Sweat was beading in his fur and he was panting freely. "Ohhh!"
The giddy smile on his mate's face told Carl that Adam was lost again. The bear was practically jumping up and down on his cock with a look of ecstasy plastered on his muzzle. His mate was always so easy to let loose his own trepidations, even when topping. Adam's philosophy in the bed had always been to get the maximum pleasure. The bear did just that every time he was a top or a bottom; though mostly on the bottom.
Adam let loose a few choked roars that made him sound raving mad and felt his hips twitch as the cock in him continually pounded his magic spot. He loved the feeling so much, and it drove him continually to keep it going.
"Geez! Adam...I really am gonna--Ohh!" Carl tried to tell his mate before he lost his load. His heavy balls pulled up and his cock pulsed in the bear's gut as it began to let loose a stream of bison cum. He bucked up into the bear's hips, getting grunts from the bear.
Adam growled again and pushed himself down onto his mate, recognizing the blind thrusting for the amazing orgasms they represented.
"Damn...." Carl grumbled and let out a breath as he smiled at the bear. "Eager enough for it?"
"Sorry Babe...got a bit carried away. You know me," Adam told his mate and wiggled his hips again, getting the bison to grunt as buck his hips back up.
"You haven't gotten off yet,"
Adam looked down at his rock hard cock and smiled at the bison, "Aren't you astu--Oh!"
Carl began to paw at the cock and looked up at the bear, "Shut-up and cum for me,"
Adam moaned at the touch and wasn't sure what to do anymore. The bison always confused his brain so much in these times. His body didn't know if it was supposed to push back onto the cock that made him giddy with pleasure or thrust into the paw that guaranteed a quick easy orgasm. He pushed back and forth, trying to get as much out of the two choices as he could and gritted his teeth, "Carl!"
"Shoot that load for me Bud..."
"Oooh...yeah..." Adam groaned, still able to hit his prostate with the bison's softening cock. His body shook and he knew it was just a matter of seconds. "Carl...I--"
Carl moved his other paw and grabbed the bear's sack, making Adam stop in midsentence. His mate's eyes shot wide open for about a second before screwing shut and beginning to let loose a stream of ecstatic grunts. The cock in front of him pulsed and shot his mate's load over his exposed body.
Adam held himself down as he shook with pleasure and rode out the waves of post-orgasmic bliss. The air in his lungs built up and he finally released it too, making the room shake with a mighty roar as. Everything felt like a flash of lightning, hot and intense for the moments it lasted. After a few moments his roar died down and he was left panting. His cock gave a final throb and his unworked muscles released all the tension that had built up. He let out a happy sigh and looked down at the bison--eyeing his work as he did so.
Taking a paw off the cock Carl pushed some of the cum away from his eye and opened them too look up at the bear. He let his other paw fall off the cock and brought it up to his muzzle where he began to lick away at the cum that had spread over his fingers. He took his time and when he finished with the paw licked his lips in a showy fashion, "That's what I'm talking about,"
"Nice look," Adam said, eyeing the rivers of bear cum that ran through his mate's fur. The bison had gotten a good painting of his load, his entire chest and face telling the grand story of what had happened.
"I know...feels good too," Carl replied and smiled up at the bear.
"Unless it dries,"
"Oh...well, there's that," Carl admitted and gave a sly grin at the bear, "Why don't you keep that from happening?"
"Thought you would never ask," Adam replied with a grin. He leaned down and licked away a glob of cum from the bison's left cheek. Making his way over his lover's body he got as much of the liquid as he could back and into his muzzle, smearing the rest of it with his paws; making the bison smell of bear cum. It was a slight game of theirs to see whose scent would overpower the other's. Just from the small expidtion Adam knew his was more powerful, and he loved the fact that the bison was marked with his scent till a shower. He looked over at him and smiled.
Carl smiled back at his mate, "Come-on Love...don't be greedy," he told the bear, knowing Adam hadn't swallowed the load quite yet. "I worked for that treat,"
Adam pressed his lips against the bison's and felt his mate's tongue swipe at his lips. He made the bison fight a bit longer and soon allowed his mate into his muzzle, where he shared 'the treat' with him. Carl's tongue eagerly explored his muzzle and took the cum from him and back into his own muzzle, where he deposited it into his gullet. Even once the bison had finished getting the cum out of his muzzle he continued to kiss the bear.
Carl moaned happily and pulled back after a few passionate moments. He pushed his hips back up against his mate's, "That was good,"
"That it was," Adam replied, leaning up. He moved his paw along the bison's arm until their paws were intertwined. "I love you Carl,"
"I love you more Adam,"
"Not possible," Adam replied with a smile. He used his free paw to run it through his mate's fur and continue to spread his musky scent into the bison. When his mate didn't slip out he guessed that meant that there was going to be a round two. He always hated the empty feeling when Carl slipped out, but obviously they were both so worked up that the bison hadn't done that during this session. A grin spread over his muzzle and he squeezed around the bison's cock, "Can I go for another ride?"
"What do I get in return?" Carl asked and began to fondle the bear's balls. He rolled them in his paw and got the bear's cock to stop retreating back into its sheath.
"A night on the town...wherever you want,"
"Really?" Carl asked. They hadn't gone on a romantic date in a few weeks. This might be the perfect way to do so.
"One condition though," Adam said, smiling even more.
"What's that condition?" Carl asked, already having a feeling of what it was going to be.
"You can't shower until later," Adam told the bison. He rubbed his paw over the bison's stomach and patted it firmly, "I want everyone knowing your mine...that I'm the guy who gets to go home with you and have you all to myself,"
Carl chuckled. The bear was so predictable. His mate loved to have him smell musky and like a living example of good sex--not that he minded. Normally people just gave him a strange look when they caught his musky scent; so it wasn't too bad. He enjoyed it a good bit anyway; it always got the bear hot and ready in a matter of seconds. "You're so greedy,"
Adam smiled, showing his teeth and pushed back onto the cock. He began to ride it slowly and made his mate groan out in pleasure. "Say yes,"
"Ooh,"
Adam brought their intertwined paw up to his body and made the bison begin touching him. He led his mate's paw over his chest and back, his thighs, and had Carl groping his cock and balls after a bit.
"Yeah...OK," Carl grumbled, feeling a bit cheated. His mate obviously had the most powerful bargaining chip; his body.
"OK?" Adam asked, wanting to rub in his possessiveness a bit more. Carl always let him do it. Even if he did lift his tail to the bison, he had a dominant streak in him too and he wanted to show everyone that Carl was his and his alone.
"I want your scent Bud...want everyone knowin' you're the only guy I let ride me. Want you shooting that load over my body again--claiming me,"
Adam smiled triumphantly, even though he was planted on the bison's cock and patted his mate's stomach, "Good...we'll go out after I get this ride in,"
Carl smiled up at the bear and patted his rump, glad to let Adam have his way with him every once in awhile. It did a lot for him too; telling the bear how he wanted him. They were both hard and ready for it again. He wrapped his paw around the bear's cock and made Adam whine out in pleasure. "I have a condition too Honey-bear,"
"Oh?"
"I want you to pound me later tonight, OK? Want you to roar and take me,"
Adam moved back on the cock a bit and growled eagerly, "I'll make you moan,"
"Everytime," Carl conceded with a grin.
Adam looked down at the bison and leaned down, kissing him fully on the lips. He began to rock his hips back in forth in time with Carl's curt thrust. He grinned at knowing his mate would be reeking of bear cum on their date, that the bison would deal with the strange looks he received, that when they got home he would push Carl to the wall and molest him, and that the next day he would wake up, with his mate nestled in his arms and both with sore rumps.