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**When I was twelve I discovered I was gay. I know, I know it was a little young but hey all of my friends were going on about boobs, they were too young to really understand about vags yet I think. So while they were all "Look at her boobs" or "Check out the rack on that labrador" and "Hey I have this magazine of boobs, lets get our junk out. No it's totally no homo if we touch each others because, look, boobs!" I was just checking out their boners. I tell you what though boobs in a magazine got me more dick when I was young than anything else. We never went beyond jerking each other to boobs, although one or two friends of mine did...

Anyway that's not what I'm telling you about. Next door to me lived this bear couple, both of them guys. My parents always seemed wary of them but I had no idea why, they'd always been there, two guys, two girls, a girl and a guy? Whatever right? Well my parents didn't think so but they wouldn't be outright rude to them either. Anyway one of them passed away and his husband, Andrew or Mr Essing as I was supposed to call him, was still living there.

One afternoon, When I was sixteen I think, I was playing in the backyard with a frisbee or a ball or something and it flew over the fence. Now what I should have done was to go around, knock on the door, politely told him what had happened and asked for my stuff back. He was a polite guy and wouldn't have minded at all but that would have meant disturbing him and probably a lecture about being more careful. What I did was move the loose planks in the fence, the same ones my dad kept saying he'd fix in the spring but come the spring would remain loose, wiggle through, carefully step through the garden not to disturb any of the plants, Mr Essingwas always very good about his garden, and then search for my ball. I'd done it before, got caught on it before and all Mr Essing had said was to be careful of the plants, so I did everytime.

Anyway I found whatever it was I was looking for in an empty flower bed below one of the windows. I wandered over there, examining the foreign garden as I went, bent down and grabbed it. Now if the afternoon air hadn't been so clear or if the window hadn't been open a crack or if Mr Essing wasn't so vocal or I hadn't been a curious kid I never would have looked in the window. If I hadn't done that then it would've taken me far longer to work out I was gay, probably would've experimented with girls, waited until college to really try out sex. Instead this one view set my sexuality in stone.

I remember blinking several times as I looked through the window at the man on the bed inside. I'd seen my dad naked but not hard and aroused, not that there was probably much there for me to see going off what I got from him. I had seen my friends nude too, hard and even cuming, but while some were further along the path to puberty than others none of them had reached the exciting conclusion of what was happening to their bodies. Right there in front of me that day though was something that would stick in my mind far better than any middle aged raccoon with grey in her hair telling us about puberty from a worn textbook.

He wasn't entirely naked, I remember that, like he had needed to get off right then and there, a desire I would begin to appreciate in the next year or so. His shirt was off so I could see his broad brown chest, a little chubbier than my dads but also broader, more defined despite the flab. Not that his chest and belly were where my attention was locked of course. His pants were around his ankles and his underwear pulled down around his thighs, bunched up and unevenly pulled down.

It's funny what you remember as an adult. I remember his eyes were closed, his muzzle was open just a little, and i remember how his hips moved independent of his paw. I didn't know what fucking was then, our exploration of the boobie magazines had only covered the pictures. Only a couple of years later would we discover the words were just as raunchy, if not raunchier.

All of that was hot. His almost nude body, his hips thrusting away, the soft noises he was making, it was all making my itty bitty kitty dick swell a little. But my eyes had seen the main prize. Really it's a miracle I noticed anything else at all, even all these years later I don't think I've seen one more impressive, one that made my mouth drier or my knob harder. In short it filled me so full of the will to be fucked by it, not that I even understood that desire back then, I just knew I wanted it.

His dick was a monster. It still is today of course. It wasn't the length, although it was way longer than mine and probably longer than any of the guys i'd seen at our boob magazine circle jerks. It was without doubt the thickest dong I would ever seen. Even in those workbooks at school no one had prepared me for the idea that a penis could get to be as thick as a coke can. But that's what was there in the bears paw, his fingers working up and down the thick shaft at quite a speed. He was uncut like me and it was amazing to see the thick hood of flesh covering and revealing his huge knob again and again, something that was rare as none of the other guys around had been spared the knife.

I was so stiff at this point it was actually painful. Not because the underwear was holding me back, I wore boxers and combine that with a less than average size and it meant boners had never been painful before. Thinking back on it I could have been caught easily. If the bear had looked up he would have seen a young tiger staring wide eyed at him. If my parents had worried about where I was they would have seen the loose boards and seen me seconds later. Those thoughts didn't even cross my mind though.

Instead I pulled down my pants and boxers and let my few rock hard inches point up at my belly. It only pointed that way for a second before I had it in my paw though and was working it furiously, letting the foreskin pull back and then slide forward over the head just like my friends had taught me. It was all I could do not to let out a gasp or a grunt or a soft mewl as it felt so fucking good, nothing had ever felt so good, even the time Tim had been dared to suck it.

My eyes were glued to him in a way no boobie magazine, no R rated movie not even one of my friends boners had held me. His hand sped up slightly and he started to grunt a little louder as he worked more of his impossible dong, his large paw moving from base to tip in a way I have never been able to replicate. Hi spare paw drifted up to his nipple and squeezed it, flicked it, rolled it. I found myself following suite but I didn't see the attraction. Mr Essing on the other hand went wild from it, he started to growl and hump his hand with a gusto.

Finally it seemed like he was ready to blow and his paw left his nipple and wrapped around the top half of his dick. I couldn't imitate that of course, my dick was barely filling my paw as it was. I did follow the way he thrust his hips though, his feet moving to plant themselves on the bed so his hips could raise and fall like the piston on a steam locomotive. My own paw was moving faster than ever and it was a small miracle I hadn't already started cumming. I think my body was holding back to cum when the bear did or maybe I was just in pleasure overload.

"Nnnnggggggg!" I heard Mr Essing cry out and then he said a word that I couldn't make out. I didn't have time to puzzle it though as he thrust his hips up, his paws down and his cock erupted. Erupted is the only word I could use to describe it, it was exactly like the movies they showed us of volcano's at school only white. Like Krakatoa I was shocked by how violent his emission was, his seed flew up high and then splattered down. Some fell on the bear's body, some on the bed and one or two errant blasts splattered onto the floor.

It was all too much for me and I actually remember falling forward as my cock exploded. I saw stars as wave after wave of familiar pleasure wrapped over me, familiar but magnified by the power of a hundred of even a thousand. I looked down and saw my small prick coating the side of his house with my spunk and while it didn't measure up to the bears load, for me it was massive. My hand that wasn't working my crank, milking out every last spurt, supported me against the side of the house. Finally my orgasm subsided and I looked in the window to see the bear was was gone, probably to clean up.

I quickly grabbed my ball, the one I lost over the fence not the ones pulsing angrily at being so empty, and made my escape. For weeks if not months that was what I thought about in bed, in the shower, when looking at my friends no longer interesting boners and the even less interesting boobs in the magazine. Over the years I tried to get to see the sight again and while I got to see my neighbour naked several times and once with a lover I never saw a display that had such an effect on me again. Well not for several years and that time it was far more hands on.

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