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**The bear sighed and slipped to his knees, his heavy body pushing them into the ground just a bit too hard, a bit too sudden, for him and he gave out a soft grunt of displeasure. He pulled the packet out of his back pocket and tore it open with his teeth, the scent of latex hitting his nose and making it curl up a little. He didn't really like the latex covering but he knew it was for his own safety. He looked forward at the job in front of him and slipped the two latex gloves on before picking up his trowel. His normal gardening gloves had been torn yesterday and he was waiting on the new ones he liked to arrive in the mail.

Andrew hated gardening, he found it tedious, hot, repetitive work that consumed time he could be spending inside watching TV, reading or experimenting in the kitchen. However Andrew liked having a neat attractive yard. Once a fortnight he mowed the little lawn with his old style lawn mower, the one without an engine and just blades that he had to push. Once a week he tended to one of the four garden beds. He had won awards for his garden and while he always attended the ceremony and gave a speech and smiled and posed for pictures the awards ended up in the back of his cupboard next to the picture of an older bear and a pair of rings, well worn.

He heard his neighbour before he saw him. Heavy foot steps on the concrete echoed along the empty street. Andrew looked up to see his neighbours son jogging down the road. The bear's eyes followed the young tiger as rounded the corner into plain view. He was, in a word, stunning. Lean and athletic the tone of the running felines body was evident even through the thick orange and black striped fur. Today all of it except for ten inches starting at the waist and travelling down to the upper part of the thigh, was on display. Andrew couldn't help but lick his lips at the display.

IT was wrong, he knew it had to be wrong. The tiger was barely 18 and the bear was pushing towards 40. Of course that wasn't what made it wrong, Andrews husband had been almost twenty years older than him when they had met and neither of them had encountered problems. No, the problem was Andrew had seen the tiger grow up from a kitten to the... man he was today. He hadn't been part of his life but he had watched the tiger grow from a distance. It had only been in the last year or two, is husband long passed, his growing beer belly and cynicism getting in the way of hooking up at a club or online, that he had really noticed the tiger.

"Hey, Mister Foster!" The tiger called out disturbing Andrews self pitying flow of thought.

"Afternoon, Sam." Andrew replied with a smile a nod and then returned to his gardening. The last time he had watched the tiger from the rear he had to go take a cold shower, which hadn't helped in the slightest.

He heard Sam push open the old wooden gate to his house and then the familiar sound of paws on wood and then turned his attention back to his gardening. In truth there wasn't a lot to do, he gardened so often there was never a backlog and within a few minutes he was halfway done. He was so caught up in looking for the small green sprouts of weeds that when Sam coughed behind him he nearly fell face first into the flowers in front of him.

"Sorry, Mister Foster." The tiger said, his face full of youthful honesty as he dropped down into an easy squat, something the bear wouldn't be able to do now and would have had problems doing even when he was the tigers age.

"It's alright, took me by surprise is all," Andrew replied as he stood up turned around, looking down at the squatting tiger. "What can I do for you? Your mum need more herbs?"

"Yeah, Probably." The tiger replied as he stood up, his arm reaching behind him and scratching his back, the muscles in his arms visibly bulging but Andrew was sure that was just a coincidence.

"Well let me go get something to put them in..."

"Wait, uh... You don't..." The tiger paused and Andrew could see the white fur that covered his chin down to his navel, and probably further, start to fluff up in embarrassment.

"I don't?"

"You don't have the spare key my parents gave you while we were away in the summer? I left mine inside 'cause they were supposed to be home after my run but it seems they forgot."

"Sorry, I gave it back pretty much the day you guys got back. Don't like being responsible like that."

"Oh, OK then." Sam replied, his tail falling down between his legs and just the tip twitching slowly. They both stood there for a minute, Andrew trying not to be too obvious that he was checking out the tiger and Sam standing there considering his options. "I suppose I can just wait on the porch until they get back."

Before Sam had time to move away Andrew found his mouth replying on autopilot. "You can wait in my house if you want."

"And it's totally not because I'll get to keep on eyeing you up in nothing but running shorts. Just nice neighbourly hospitality like I've done a dozen times before. Like I'd do for anyone" The bear added to himself trying to ignore the growing bulge in his underwear and hoping that it wasn't apparent to anyone else.

"Thanks!" The tiger replied with a smile and ten turned and walked towards the house, leaving the bear to follow. Andrew did follow and felt himself blushing under his dark brown fur as the tigers rump filled up the pants in front of him so well. The bear gritted his teeth and repeated to himself "He's not even half your age." as a mantra. Of course the mantra only made him harder, his bulge more pronounced as he started to imagine himself pressed against that youthful body, kissing his neck, stroking his back, spreading his cheeks and...

Andrew almost bumped into Sam as the tiger stopped at the front door. "It's unlocked." Andrew managed to blurt out before they collided. The older bear did get a whiff of the tigers scent though, a strong natural odour of sweat and youth and tiger that made his mouth dry up and his prick twitch and start to dampen his underwear.

"The showers down the hall on your right and the blue towels are for company." Andrew said as they got in the door.

Sam smiled as he turned around and replied. "Thanks, I don't want to stink up your place with my sweat, do I?"

"I... I..." Stuttered the bear, trying to think of something to say and then let his privileged up bringing take over. "I'll just put on some tea while you freshen up then."

The minutes that it took to set out two cups, boil the water, let the tea steep and get the milk and sugar gave the bear time to arrange himself in his underwear and even let his erection subside a little. He heard the water in the bathroom shut off just as the tea was ready and took hold of the two cups to carry them into the lounge room. He never reached the lounge room though as in the hall he stopped as he saw the young tiger leaving the bath room.

Naked.

All the work Andrew had put into keeping his dick down was undone in a moment as the the young tiger turned and started walking towards him. The older bear had imagined the tiger naked before but seeing it in the flesh...

First of all he'd been right, the white that covered the tigers chest did descend down over his groin and the very tops of his inner thighs. Other than that though his imagination had failed him. Where he had imagined thick, fluffy pubic fur the tiger pubic mound was the same length as his belly fur. Where his minds eye had traced a prick that hung down the tigers thigh was... barely an inch of cock, tight foreskin hanging over the head and adding another half an inch to the meagre length the tiger had. Not that the bear was disappointed, just shocked, the tiger always seemed so confident and yet there he was with a baby cock.

Andrew's eyes were fixed on the small length and the average sized balls that swung underneath as the tiger walked towards him. He was frozen like a dear in headlights or Han in carbonite. His dick was throbbing so hard he was sure it would launch like a rocket at the end of it's countdown, the tigers walk to him.

"Sam..." Was the only word the older bear managed to get out before the tiger was right there in front of him. Sam didn't say a word as he moved in until they were nose to nose, eye to eye and, possibly most noticeable to the bear, groin to groin. Then, slowly ever so slowly, the tiger leaned in and kissed the bear.

As far as kisses went the bear had had far better. In terms of technique this one didn't come close to the top ten. It wouldn't even have featured in a top 50 on cable television that had nothing else to play. What the tiger lacked in technique though he bridged with a mixture of eagerness and also the shear filthy wrongness of kissing a man so much younger than himself. For a moment Andrew found himself thinking of his husband and if he had felt the same thrill the first time he had kissed him. A soft groan from the tiger as he tilted his head the other way and pressed his tongue into the bears muzzle brought the bear rushing back to the present.

The tigers lips were sweet, warm and smooth. His tongue was hot, rough and moved around in the bears muzzle like a wild thing. Sam groaned into the kiss as he tried to push more of his tongue into the bear muzzle and Andrew chuckled in his mind, the tiger making the same mistakes he had done. The bear pulled back slightly each time the tiger got more tongue in and soon the younger male got the message and focused on the tip and the first few inches, exploring Andrew's muzzle. At the same time Andrew felt the tigers paws press into his ample belly then descend directly to his belt. It didn't take long for the tigers fingers to undo the belt and Andrew huffed into the kiss as he felt his pants fall the floor, only an old pair of well worn jocks stopping the tiger from seeing him, although the large bulge and the damp patch in the front of them didn't do the best job of hiding.

Andrew found his hands resting on the tigers bare hips, stroking the fur that had until now remained hidden. The bear could feel the tiger twitch at his touch, so unfamiliar with another's touch, so unused to large warm paws holding him, squeezing him. His hand shifted backwards slowly, finger by finger until he could feel the tigers warm bun in his hands. They were unlike any buns he'd handled before, so firm, and tight and yet soft to the touch. He felt Sam shiver as he stroked the buns and then groan into him as he squeezed them. Andrew had no idea if the tiger was a virgin or not but the way he was responding to his touch led him to believe even if he wasn't he'd never had someone pay much attention to his rump.

Before the bear could spread those cheeks further and start to trace along the crack between them. Before he could tutor the eager tigers tongue and lips more. Before he could even get used to the idea that the boy he'd lived next door to for years was naked in his house and kissing him the kiss was over. Sam stood there his small prick no longer flaccid but erect, the slim length curving up and too the left with the foreskin all but gone, his head exposed to the bear and the cool air in the house.

"Sam..." The bear repeated but again the tiger didn't speak. Instead the younger man dropped to his knees much the same way Andrew had in the garden. The tigers eyes were locked on the bulging worn jocks, the elastic no longer tight and small holes here and there. To the bear it was embarrassing to be seen in them but he hadn't ever expected this. To the tiger it was better than any pair of designer jocks filled by a professional model and airbrushed to perfection. A striped face leaned in until his nose bumped the moist patch and inhaled the bears scent deeply. There was sweat but not in unpleasant amounts, a kind of smokey texture and then there was the almost sickly sweet scent of the pre.

Smaller paws hooked into the underwear and yanked down. Andrew grunted as he felt his prick being pulled down with the underwear only for it to escape and then bounce back and forward in front of the tigers wide open eyes. The bear was the thickest man he'd ever seen, far thicker than his own meagre inches or any of the guys he had snuck a peek at in the showers at school. It had maybe half an inch to an inch in length on him but seemed shorter just because the girth was more appropriate to a far longer dick. The low hanging balls, the thick pubic fur on the chubby mound above the dick were ignored as the tiger enveloped the mans cock with his eyes.

Andrew didn't do a thing apart from swell, throb and ooze a tear of pre from his over sized glans. He knew he was big of course. There had been men before his husband, after his husband and there wasn't a time he topped his husband without the older bear commenting on his size, usually in the form of gasped grunts and "Fuck, you're too thick for this!". But the tiger hadn't said a word, instead his eyes and face were an epic ballad about his dick and the size of it was just a translators footnote. Then as a final triumphant note to the ballad the tier opened his mouth as wide as he could and pushed forward.

Andrew winced expecting teeth, there were always teeth, he'd grown used to it but not to enjoy it. Instead he felt warm smooth lips and almost impossible heat spread around his head and then down along his shaft. The bear gave out a ragged grunt as he watched the tigers muzzle presses down along his dick until he felt the tigers cool wet nose press against his pubic fur and then bury down hard. Andrew let his hands fall across the back of the tigers head, stroking the short head fur, as he marvelled at the tigers ability to accommodate him. Even his husband ended up giving him blow jobs by licking and only sucking the head.

Suddenly the bear felt his entire length start to vibrate, from base to knob the thick dick vibrated ever so softly. It took him a moment to realise it was the tiger starting to purr. The guy was purring with six inches of over sized cock rammed down his throat while on his knees in front of a bear twice his age and that made the bear grunt in perverse glee. Andrew closed his paws around the tigers head and started to ease back and then stopped as Sam got the message.

Andrew watched as the younger males handsome muzzle pulled back along his shaft, his black lips seeming to produce inch after inch of thick bear meat until only the head remained. Andrew grunted as he felt the tigers emery board tongue rasp along his glans. The texture was rough and almost unpleasant but the more the bear felt it the better it felt until after a couple of dozen laps along his glans he was starting to ooze pre again. He gave a slight pull on the tigers head and then groaned as the young man slid right down again.

He didn't stop this time though instead as soon as the tiger reached the base he started to slide up along the bears dong like.. well like a natural born cock sucker, there was no comparison that could be made without cheapening the experience and the tigers talent. Andrew grunted softly as he felt the tight lips around him, the warmth enveloping and then retreating and just the sight of the tigers young face working along his pole with such gratitude and lust.

Andrew could have enjoyed the blow job all day. Well actually he probably could have enjoyed it for another five or even ten minutes on the outside chance until he'd lose his control and fill the tigers mouth. Sam seemed to have other ideas though and at the end of one of his tongue lapping sessions he pulled off and gasped for air for a few moments, heavy dong hanging inches from his muzzle. He stood up quickly and pressed in to kiss the bear, the taste of the bears own cock and pre mingled in with the tigers own saliva. Andrew shivered not just from the kiss but from the tigers slim erection rubbing along his own, the difference between the two like a cigarette and a premium cigar.

"Fuck me." Sam said. His words, his voice, were confident but Andrew could see just a little fear in his eyes. Not that he blamed his young neighbour, he'd had far more experienced men suddenly become tops or much more interested in snuggling and jerking each other off after seeing his endowment. Sam must have noticed the bears hesitation as he wrapped both his smaller hands around one of the bears larger hand, looked him right in the eyes and almost whispered "Please?".

How could the bear have refused that? Even if his balls weren't singing from the way the tiger had literally worshipped his shaft or the way his heavy cock stayed hard without stroking, something it hadn't done since he was out of his twenties he couldn't have denied the tiger. He led him to the bedroom, both of them silent, aware of what was going to happen. Sam didn't hesitate as he stepped through, nor as the bear guided him to sit on the bed, but when the bear opened his bedside draw to pull out a pump bottle of lube he started to freak out a little.

"Have you done this before?" Andrew asked as he left the bottle on the bedside, one of his fingers already coated in preparation.

"Uh..." Same replied and Andrew knew no matter what answer he was going to get wouldn't be the truth, not the whole truth at least. He didn't wait for a reply and instead knelt down onto the carpeted floor of his bedroom, the carpet thick and luxurious like everything else in the bed room, and put his hands on the inside of the tigers thighs. Much to the tigers own horror he found himself giving out a little mewl at the sudden contact, his slim member bouncing and a drop of pre falling onto the dark sheets underneath him.

Slowly the bear spread the well toned thighs, sliding his paws from the white private upper thighs down to the more public but no less exciting orange and black stripes above his knees. He then leaned in slowly and kissed right where the white fur began and moved up slowly. Sam's gasp for breath filled the room as the bears lips and tongue traced their way up his thigh to the tigers taint, hidden under white furred orbs sized appropriate to the tigers small but rock hard erection. Andrew gave a huff of air along the area as he turned his paws and slowly lifted the tigers thighs, the slim feline falling onto his back and then propping himself up on his elbows to watch.

Brown bear eyes looked up along the tigers well toned body, past the few inches of cock that jutted into the air, past the six pack abs and defined chest and directly into the tigers wide eyes. He moved forward slowly, his knees gaining purchase on the bed as his cock dripped like a faulty faucet. One paw slid up the tigers thigh until it reached the same place he had been breathing over and then slid down, his unlubed finger stroking along the sensitive area making the tiger gasp for more. At the same time his muzzle had risen to hover above the tigers dong which he now examined critically.

It was small, if you were feeling polite you'd call it cute or well proportioned or "If it works that's all that's important" but there was no denying the fact that the tiger had drawn the short straw in the genetic lottery and then had it attached to his groin. That didn't mean the bear didn't like it though, the curve to it, the hardness of it, all four and a bit inches harder than his own massive member, and the tight foreskin bunched around the bottom of the head. Andrew watched the slim organ twitch and rise up and then fall back towards the tigers belly, never actually hitting though, so hard it held its weight straight up to the ceiling.

Sam grunted as he felt the bears thick lubed finger brush against his ass hole, the tight pink ring squeezing shut in alarm. Andrew had expected this though, he'd been the same his first time when he'd been younger than the tiger, and knew exactly what to do. He opened his muzzle just enough and then swallowed the slim tiger cock right down to the base in one movement, something he couldn't have managed with a larger wang but could easily do to the tiger.

The effect was instantaneous. Sam gasped and bucked his hips up in surprised delight while at the same time his rump gave up its defense and the bears chubby finger pushed in to the knuckle. Virgin or not the tigers ass was tight around the bears finger, far tighter than he had hoped. Slowly Andrew curled his finger up until he felt it brush the younger mans prostate. The bear felt the slim prick between his jaws jump and Sam voice grunt in pleasure. He repeated the action with a tad more pressure and again Sam grunted, louder, the tiger inches pulsed, harder, and the tigers ring got looser.

"Pass the lube." Andrew said, his head leaving the twitching tiny cock for a moment before returning to it, now slowly suckling and using his tongue, not wanting to overload the boy too soon. Sam grunted and flailed an arm back to reach for it, bumping the lamp and radio before finally getting his hand around the pump and bringing it down to the bear.

Andrew's spare hand took the pump and then bought it down further, down to the hand that had successfully stretched the tigers hole to take one of his fingers. The bear didn't care in the slightest about his sheets now, or the tigers thighs and his own arm as he clumsily coated his fingers with copious amounts of lube, a lot of it just falling straight to the sheets to mix with the wet stains of pre there already.

The first finger pulled out of the tiger and both Sam and Andrew heard the squelch as the tight ring pushed the bear free. It was only for a moment though as the next second Andrew had two fingers lined up and pressing. The older mans trick with his muzzle wouldn't work twice so instead he let the tiger out of his mouth and just whispered soft little assurances as the virginal ring was stretched around two stubby fingers, two fingers that would be comparable to an average cock, that dwarfed the tiger and yet didn't come close to the bears leaking prick.

Andrew didn't flex them this time, not at first anyway. Instead he pressed them in further, past the knuckle and down to the thickest part of his fingers. He took his time, his brown eyes watching the tigers face for too much pain then as he reached the bottom he moved back down and took the tigers meat back into his muzzle. Back and forth he moved his fingers back and forth, slow at first but getting steadier until the tight ring was letting his overly lubed fingers press in and out easier than he thought possible. Then the bear made the mistake of curling his fingers.

Sam tried to call out, to warn the bear, to tell Andrew just how close he was but he couldn't find any words, he couldn't even find his breath. Instead his mouth opened uselessly, no sounds or air coming out of it, as the bears fingers pressed just that little too hard on his prostate and the young tigers orgasm rushed through his body like a river breaking a dam.

Andrew felt the tigers ring tighten, smelt the shift in his scent, ran his tongue along the length in his muzzle that twitched like a live wire. He knew it was too late to to pull the tiger back, the inexperienced younger male his lips were wrapped around had gone straight past the point of no return with two bent fingers. Instead the bear started to thrust his fingers like a rocking chair, pulling them back and then thrusting forward against the tigers smooth gland, pressing it harder each time. At the same time he pushed his muzzle right down into the tigers groin, his chin rubbing the now tight ball sack and nose pressing into the flat pubic mound, so unlike his own.

He couldn't deep throat the tiger, his muzzle was too long and the tigers manhood was too short, but every inch the tiger had and another half that was hidden inside his body were sucked, licked and squeezed as best the bear could manage. Sam's hands landed on the bears head at the same time as his prick exploded. Thick wads of creamy white tiger spunk filled the bears muzzle almost faster than the bear could swallow, the thin prick pulsing and shooting harder than the bear had expected given it's size.

To Sam the orgasm lasted long, lavish minutes with the bear suckling on him like a bottle while pumping fingers into him and hitting places he'd never felt before. To Andrew it was all over too quick and soon he was sucking on a spent but still rock hard member and thrusting his fingers into a well loosened ring. He slowed his sucking and finger thrusting before coming to a stop. Slowly he pulled out his fingers and then let the still hard cock free of his muzzle, a strand of saliva and cum leaving the two connected as the bear straightened up.

Both men sat, or lay in Sam's case, there panting for a few seconds. Andrew felt his cock resting against his thigh, twitching, still wanting to press into where his fingers had been seconds ago but the bear knew better than to expect the tiger to want to be mounted after having finished, especially having finished so hard. He started to stand but stopped as he felt the tigers paw reach down and squeeze his hand, the one that had just been pounding his prostate like a children's balloon castle.

"Don't stop, please." The young tiger managed between gasps, his eyes pleading with the bear to continue . His hand squeezed the bears tighter, the warmth and softness of it reminding the bear where his fingers had been. Where he still wanted to go. Where the tiger still wanted him to go.

Andrew squeezed back as the only reply needed and then let his hand drop from the tigers to the pump of lube. His dick was still hard, in fact hard was perhaps a bit of understatement much like "It sure is sunny outside today" Is an understatement about the conditions in Death Valley. The long veined length hung between his legs, the head no longer dripping but the top half wet with his preseed. He gripped himself around the base to hold his length steady and then gasped as the cold lube coated the top. He could feel the tiger watching, the younger mans eyes locked onto his increasingly shiny manhood.

"Just relax now," Andrew said softly as he dropped the lube down next to the tiger, knowing he'd probably need more before he was done. He was actually a little worried though the bear didn't really like labels he knew people used them on him and he'd never been known as a top, he was just too big for most. He'd definitely never been with a virgin before and despite the fact that the majority of him, or at least six throbbing inches that currently held the deciding vote, just wanted to sink right in and get his end away he really didn't want to hurt the young man either.

Kneeling on the bed he reached down and gripped the tigers calves, his large paws engulfing the runners legs easily, and lifted them up over his shoulders. He felt the legs twitching, shivering, and saw the striped tail doing the same. Andrew remembered his own first time and how nervous he'd been, how his partner had given barely more than a moment warning before thrusting deep, only spit and pre lubing him up. He'd had to bite down on the seat belt hard and it had taken another year until he was willing to try again.

The bears large paws ran over the tigers torso as he leaned forward, admiring the tight abs, the firm pecs, squeezing the small but hard nipples. His thumbs toyed with the hard nubs as his fingers dug into the tigers soft fur, Sam's voice gasping in pleasure as the rough paw pads sent little jolts of unfamiliar pleasure through him. The tiger almost didn't notice as Andrew's hips finally reached their destination and the soda can like dick rubbed along his ass crack.

Andrew felt the tigers body tighten up, he saw the fear in Sam's eyes as his prick finally rested against his puckered near virgin hole. It was still stretched from his fingers and had he been less freakishly endowed, less of a two hander for girth it might not have looked so impossible. As it was his hard knob was pressed against an entrance easily two sizes too small for him with only one way to stretch it open. Andrew dipped his head down slowly until the two were nose to nose and then gave the tiger a soft brief kiss to which the tiger replied by shivering and raising his paws to stroke the bears broad back.

"Sorry," Was the only thing Andrew could think to say and then his hips were pressing down. His hands continued to stroke over the tigers well formed cest, trying to soothe the tiger as he felt the bulbous glans start to spread the too tight ring open. He could feel the tight ring of flesh press against him and then tighten as the bears glans started to spread the tiger too wide. Of course this didn't improve matters as in a contest between a virgin sphincter and a horny bears hips the winner is clear and the competition was just making the already thick bear cock harder.

A gasp, short and restrained, came from the tigers lips as he felt himself starting to be stretched. He didn't whimper or whine though as he felt the bears massive cock opening him up in such a new way. He did bite down on his bottom lip. He did dig his claws into the bears back. He did curl his toes back and forth useless in the air. He did everything but ask the bear to stop, to slow down, because as much pain as was starting to spread through his rump it would be nothing compared to the pain of coming so close only to back down.

Andrew grunted as he bore down a little harder, his knees digging into the bed a little more as he ground down. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter the tigers ring stretched and almost atom by atom the bears thick head slid in. Andrew couldn't help but moan as the tight ring slid halfway down his glans, the heat so intense around him it was all he could do not to give in and slam himself the rest of the way. Instead he just continued to ease himself him, tilting his hips left and right to help ease himself in.

Finally with a loud grunt from Andrew the head of the bear's dick was in. It was amazing how tight the tiger was around him, the sphincter acting like a cock ring and making his glans even bigger, harder, stronger. Carefully the older bear straightened up his body, taking every care not to sink even half an inch of his shaft further into the tiger before both of them were ready. His paws left the tigers chest and stroked their way through the lush fur of Sam's white stomach. One paw stopped at the now flagging erection and wrapped around it, engulfed it, the large bear paw leaving the impression that the tiger actually didn't have a cock at all. The other gripped the tigers hips tight but didn't pull it like he normally would have, that would have been too much.

If you had been at the doorway watching you would have seen Andrew's ass tighten, the two large cheeks pulling up and together as the bear pressed forward. His cock wasn't a simple cylinder with a thicker glans on the end that pornographers like you to think every cock should look like. No Andrew's cock was thickest at the base, although the head was almost as thick, which meant that every inch the tiger took now was slightly larger than the last.

Andrew could feel Sam moving beneath him and could see the look in his face, the younger male was obviously in pain yet he wasn't signaling the bear to stop. Instead the tiger leaned up just a little, the well developed abs jutting through the fur as all his sit ups proved to have a use after all, and stroked his paws along the bears beer gut, up to the pecs that were slightly more ample than they needed to be but not what you would call moobs, not if you were being polite and decent anyway.

Andrew let out a moan as the younger mans paws worked through his fur. Inch by inch he started to slide forward, taking his time as there was no rush, no time limit. Even if Sam's parents got home they wouldn't think twice about their son being out and about. They never would have expected their middle aged neighbour, the one who was so polite and gave them vegetables and flowers from his garden, who house sat when they were away to be slowly sinking a beer can thick dick into their only son.

As the bear sunk in, letting the tiger's hole dictate his pace and only inching forward as it let him, he felt his head prodding something hard. He'd expected this of course, the tiger was too tight and he was too thick for him to not rub against the prostate it would be like an air strike failing to hit the city it was targeted at.

"OHHH fuck!" Sam roared out as the bear rod started to press against his prostate, the tiger having never felt anything like that before. His entire body squeezed up. His laps wrapped around the older bear tighter, his paws gripped the shaggy chest fur tight, his ass clamped down around the oversized intruder and, to the bears shock and horror, the tigers hips started to push down along him.

"NO!" Growled out the bear, the same voice he'd used on Sam as a kitten playing in his yard. "No, no, no. You're too tight, Sam. Just... just... uh.." Andrew felt his will slip away as the tight ring slid further down his dick. Sure the tiger would regret it, sooner rather than later, and of course there would be blood, but right then and right there the bear knew the tiger would never be tighter, never be quite so adamant about taking his rod.

Sam screamed as Andrew rammed his hips home, the wave of pleasure crashing down over him turning out to be on those treacherous waves that slammed right down into an ocean of pain. Andrew couldn't help but feel sorry as he saw the tigers eyes well up with tears but at the same time his cock didn't lose a measure of hardness, if anything it grew stronger as he felt his hefty ball sack now rubbing against the tigers perfectly rounded rump.

He wanted to thrust, to buck his hips, to conquer the comparatively tiny feline beneath him completely, to leave him ruined for all other men after him. The bear wanted to fuck like he had when he was the tigers age, to thrust with reckless abandon, to screw the consequences along with the fragile tiger currently sobbing around him. And it would be so easy, he was stronger than the tiger, in the right position, all he had to do was go through with what his body found all too natural.

Andrew didn't though, despite the surge of adrenaline he felt building, the unignorable pressure around him, he held himself still. He held himself there for minutes that felt like hours, not twitching his dick, not rotating his hips, just staying hilted as the tiger whimpered and clawed at his chest.

Andrew murmured soft, sweet words of encouragement to the tiger as his hips slowly started to grind in small circles. The bear took his time, slowing if the tiger winced or started to mewl anew, but he didn't relent. It took long frustrating minutes but finally the mewling and crying tiger was no more, replaced by a tear stained but softly gasping tiger instead. A tiger who's small prick was slowly starting to awaken again as the pain of being stretched open was being replaced by the pleasure of beer can styled cock rubbing his prostate hard.

The bear used the tiger cock as a barometer, his eyes glued to it watching as it grew stiffer, as slim inches started to climb up to point at his hefty belly again. Slowly his grinding started to pull back, just an inch at first, and then thrust forward. Andrew grunted in pleasure, his eyes fluttering shut as he nearly lost himself, not to orgasm but to pleasure. Sam didn't mewl, the brave tiger just breathing heavily, wanting, no doubt, to give as much pleasure to the bear as he could. His cock couldn't lie though and as Andrew pulled back for another thrust he saw it starting to decline again and he slowed and eased himself back again.

The tiger seemed to like the slow easy sliding more than the thrusts and as far as the bear was concerned as long as his dick was going in and out he didn't care in the slightest if it was thrusting, grinding, sliding or the tiger doing a jig in his lap.

Back and forth the bear eased himself, no tempo other than his own natural steady rhythm. Sometimes he spent the entire minute grinding himself in, letting the tiger feel the heat of his prick as it spread him again. This time though there were no tears, no mewls of pain, just slow steady breaths of an inexperienced cat being deflowered by a patient lover.

Neither noticed the exact moment that Andrew was using his entire length, that all but his head were pulling back to the edge before sliding back down to the base again. When Andrew did notice though he grinned, knowing now he could enjoy himself just that little bit more.

"Just relax, Sam. This'll sting then feel amazing." The bear said, his voice soft but deep.

Sam didn't reply, words were not something he could produce right now, only soft breaths and deep breaths. Instead he nodded weakly and caught the bears eye and smiled softly, trusting the older man completely.

Andrew pushed himself in to the hilt again and held himself there for a second before he wrapped his arms around the tiger, embracing him and lifting him up. Gradually he eased both himself and the tiger, his hidden muscles now bulging out the layers of pudge he had gained over the years, as he lifted the younger, lighter male up against him until both were straight up. Then the bear eased his knees across the bed until he could support the tigers weight not only with his arms and dick but also the bed head.

Before Sam could really adjust to the new position, to the new sensations of being lifted up and held so easily by the larger man he felt Andrew's mouth across his neck, kissing, licking, biting. It almost distracted him from the bears hips easing there way backwards, almost. Then the tiger gasped as pleasure and pain thrust up, Andrew grunting loudly as he did so.

Unlike before though the bear didn't stop and let the Tiger relax and adjust. Instead even as he hit the hilt his hips were starting to ease back and get read for another thrust. Both Andrew and Sam grunted in synch as the bears thick dong rammed into the tigers tight rump again, and then again and again as the bear started to really fuck the tiger. The bears lips didn't stop their work over the tigers neck and shoulders though, if anything as the thrusting got more intense so did the kissing, licking and biting.

The pain was still there, the tiger had no way to ignore it completely, the bear was just too big. But the pleasure was also there and there was no way to ignore that either and that was getting more and more intense thrust by thrust, kiss by kiss. Suddenly, to the tigers embarrassment, he found himself vibrating and it took him a few seconds to realise that despite everything he was purring, his body was loving what was happening to him.

Andrew let out a deep growl as he heard the tiger start to purr. This position had always been his favourite, face to face, able to get in deep enough to feel it while the bottoms rump stayed nice and tight around him. His husband had been too big for it though so he'd stopped. But the tiger was just right, still so young and light and nubile so he could lift him and push him against the wall and just hammer his hips away.

The bear was also aware of the familiar sensation in his nuts, the glowing throbbing sensation of his orgasm starting to build. He groaned a little louder as he felt himself starting to get even harder, even thicker. He heard Sam gasp as well, felt the stiffness of the tigers little prick grind against his belly, the small units ability to act as a barometer no longer accurate as the tiger was probably close to his second release as well.

There wasn't a clear timeline of what happened next in the bears head afterwards. He knew he kept on thrusting and that at one point he'd moved them off the wall and back onto the bed on their sides. He knew he kissed the tiger as he came, that he locked his short stubby muzzle against the felines flat one and worked his tongue along the tigers rough tongue as his cock swelled and shot it's load deep inside the tiger, now his tiger. He also knew his hand disappeared between them and then in less than a minute it was coated in a generous amount of tiger spunk, which also milked his prick for just a few more drops of his seed.

And then he had fallen asleep, his arms wrapped around the tiger, the tigers head against his chest, and his mighty, spent, dong keeping the two of them sealed together. When he awoke the tiger was still there only no longer wrapped around his dick, his limp prick now flaccid between his legs as always. The tiger was still there in his arms though, breathing slowly, which meant the universe wasn't so cruel as to give an old widow like him such a cruel dream.

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