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The bear had dropped him off on in front of his parent's house.

With his strong arms he had lifted the bike out of the pickup truck's bed and let it drop to the ground in front of Yonah.

They had stood opposite each other, the metal frame of the bicycle between them.

The boy saw how the bear wet his lips, but then he only said "Good night!" and turned around.

Yonah saw after the car that sped away an instant later.

He would have wanted to call it back. Somehow this whole situation did not feel right. It did not feel right at all. Things should have been said, they should have exchanged something, but the boy did not know what and how. Somehow it was all still feeling so completely unreal.

Pushing his bike, he walked towards the entrance of his family's house. He put the bike into the garage and when he walked over the doorstep, he realized that his ass was still slightly in pain, he could feel moisture down there.

He greeted his parents and his sisters, declined a late dinner, then he excused himself and almost ran into the bathroom. He was terrified that they might smell the bear on him.

While he showered, he realized that he had not thought about TJ. He felt like he should, but TJ seemed to be so distant, in a far away place. On the other hand, TJ's father was right there the moment Yonah closed his eyes.

With closed eyes, he let the warm water wash over him.

---

It proved difficult to get in touch.

At first it was awkward to meet TJ even though the young bear was oblivious to what had happened. Yonah was startled by TJ's behavior though. Now that TJ had told the stoat about the crush for his sister, TJ did not hold back anymore. Yonah realized that TJ had not even noticed that Yonah had attempted to tell him something entirely different. Instead TJ bugged the stoat about every detail about his sister and somehow this made things much easier for the stoat: TJ was more than happy if Yonah only talked about his sister and never about anything else.

It took him several days, before Yonah tried to call the landline of TJ's family. He waited for an opportunity when he nobody paid any attention to him, when he could go into the garden and make an inconspicuous call from his cell phone. While the phone tooted monotonously, he tried to think of what he could say, but nothing came to his mind.

Nobody picked up though.

When Yonah ended the call, he was simultaneously disappointed and relieved.

Further attempts brought no success either, so finally he sat down and fixed his bike.

The day was hot and humid when he finally rode his bike to the farmhouse. Grey clouds hang in the sky. It was the weather for a perfect thunderstorm, but at the moment there was nothing but the unbearable heat and the moisture in the earth. The dry earth all around seemed to live up in anticipation of the rain. The dry leaves rustled in the little wind that blew over the land.

It had been over ten days since he had come this way the last time and yet it seemed to Yonah as if this was not the same way at all. Everything had changed, except his anxious eagerness to reach his destination.

With all his strength he pedaled up the last hill before his destination and when the bike started to roll down, the stoat pedaled even harder, faster and faster.

He almost skidded out of the turn when he left the old State Highway. His bike bucked beneath him when he sped over the dirt track to the farmhouse.

He saw the man leaning over his pickup truck and his heart started to beat even faster.

The man heard him and turned around slowly.

Yonah rushed into the yard, almost jumped out of his bike's seat and towards the man who stood there, his face akimbo, his face in the shadows of this hat.

"Hello!" Yonah shouted and with a grin he stumbled towards the man, came to a sudden stop in front of him and looked up, smiling all over his face.

"Hello!" The response was dry.

The words simply bubbled out of him: "I was..."

"Marc!" the bear shouted suddenly.

"No need to scream, I am right here," a voice responded.

The stoat was startled.

From a bench on the porch rose TJ's older brother.

They had not been alone! Yonah realized that he had not even thought about the possibility of someone being there with them. Quickly he watched at the man in front of him: The bear's face showed no emotions at all.

"I'll take Yonah to the have a look at the firewood his father wants."

The bar on the porch glared at the stoat for a moment. "Yeaaah," he responded.

The boy could feel a shiver running up his spine when the younger bear's eyes set upon him. But after a moment TJ's brother finally turned away.

Yonah started when he felt the older bear's hand on his shoulder. "This way..." he said. The grip was strong and gentle at the same time.

Together they walked around the house, past an old barn and the old lattice fence, before they finally disappeared behind some hedges.

"You called me," the man said.

"Yeah, I did," Yonah replied.

"Sorry, it ain't easy for me."

"I... don't understand..."

"There is a reason why the boys' mother is not here anymore. Marc still blames me for that."

Suddenly things became clear for Yonah. He felt regret. "Sorry, I was..."

The bear suddenly forced him to stop and pushed him against the fence. His huge paw took hold of the boy's face and caressed it. "Don't apologize," the bear whispered while he leaned in. "You are too cute for that..."

The kiss was everything Yonah had hoped for and so much more. The eagerness, the power of the bear's lips rocked him, let him tremble and quiver. His heart fluttered in his chest and he welcomed the man's tongue with all of his own enthusiasm. He wanted to show him how much she had yearned for this moment and it was not until the moment that he had to break the kiss himself, that he realized that he held his breath. The boy gasped and wheezed and the bear's paw pushed the hair out of his face.

For a moment he just looked into the man's broad face, as close at it was now he noticed the straight lines of hardship and sorrow.

"Let me, let me..." Yonah gasped and reached out for the bear's crotch, finding it hard and eager to break free of the man's blue jeans. He was about to kneel down, when the bear grabbed his arm.

"No! No..." he said. "Turn around for me, please."

His heart skipped a beat, remembering the pain that he experienced the last time, but at the same time he felt the bear's strong arms wandering over his body and he knew that he wanted more than just the mere touch.

Yonah turned around, pulled his T-Shirt over his head and opened his pants. They dropped to the ground. His belly felt warm and fuzzy when the bear started to caress it from behind.

The boy could feel how the man grinded his hardened, still confined dick against the curve of his ass and the stoat quivered in anticipation.

The hands ran over his back, traced its recesses and folds, brushed through the dark brown, almost black fur until they met at his tails. One hand gently started to pull at it, the other one reached underneath and found that sensitive spot at the very base, where the tail merged with his butt crack. The fingers pressed down there and instantly shivers ran up his spine. Faint twitches travelled all over his skin, his fur bristled and then he suddenly felt the pressure against his tail hole and he braced himself.

The pain was sharp, brutal. Nothing could have prepared him for its intensity. He gritted his teeth, held his breath and pushed himself towards it, defying his own instincts, only obeying his desire to have the bear.

The man gasped when he felt how the ring of muscles wrapped itself around his cock. Both hands holding the boy's hips, the tiger pushed forward in one smooth movement, the sound of the boy groaning through closed lips until he had pulled him all the way down, the boy's ass meeting with the bear's loins and a moment later until the muscles finally settled around the base of the dick that now filled him to the hilt.

Yonah gasped for breath and it transformed into a short whine as he exhaled the pain as well. His ass was burning in pain, but at the same time he grasped how he had taken all of the other male's sex. He shivered in response and the ursine acted upon this encouragement and slowly pulled out of the boy's still much too tight ass. It needed quite a few slow penetrations before the boy's muscles had finally eased enough to allow some steadier fucking.

His hands cramped around the lattice of the fence, it creaked beneath his fingers whenever the bear's power and weight pushed into him. He gasped when he felt the dick sliding into him and moaned softly when he felt it getting pulled out, the bulges and ridges of the dick passing by his tight ass muscles. "Fuck me, fuck me harder..." he moaned."Oh, please!"

The bear obliged with every thrust one fluid motion from the bear's strong pelvis, pulling most of the dick out of the stoat's ass and then plunging it in again up until its very base, noisily slapping the boy's round buttocks with his loins. The bear's limbs performed this movement with skillful grace, in equal parts strong, agile and accomplished, his ass heaving and bulging as the muscles moved beneath skin, fur and short ursine tail.

Yonah's knuckles were turning white as he held onto the fence with all his might. The strain let them trembled while the boy clenched his teeth, trying to suppress the screams of pleasure that were now about to burst from his lungs with every thrust. Eyes wide open, staring at the fence, overwhelmed by the dick that invaded his ass again and again; he realized that he was not being fucked, but that he was being bred. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,..." he gasped, unable to contain the tension anymore.

The man's shirt fluttered in the wind. His pants between his legs, he fucked the nude boy from behind. His feet planted in the dried grass, the stoat clung to the fence.

The bear hardly heard him at all, obeying his own rhythm, the beat of his loins slapping the backside of the boy. His desire to drive the dick in deeper and faster fuelled every cell of his body, he wanted to feel more of the tight muscles that clasped his shaft, more of the warm insides that gave way to his ever forward pushing glans that parted the boy's subtle flesh.

He leaned forward; grunts escaped him as he tried to hold out against the pleasures that ripped through him. Taking the boy like this, overshadowing him, filling and stretching his ass turned him on like nothing had turned him on before.

Yonah was now squealing beneath him, hardly able to resist the power that rocked him. It not for the bear's hold on his ass, he would have staggered and fallen, his trembling knees ready to give in any time the ursine dick passed by his prostate, sending electric shocks all over his body. His own oozing dick bounced back and forth.

The thrusts seemed to come faster than his heartbeat. The slapping of the ursine loins against the stoat's backside echoed all over the place and finally with a huge grunt, the bear climaxed.

He slammed the boy against his groin, ramming his dick in several more times, before he was a complete wrack of spasms, his dick exploding in the tightness of the boy's ass.

Yonah was moaning when he felt the sudden pressure of the throbbing, swelling dick and then he gasped when the bear's load shot into him, flooded all of him with gooey warmth and the sound that passed his lips transformed into a squeal when the feeling of being filled, transformed into one of bursting intensity and before he understood what happened he was writhing in his own orgasm, his own neglected dick spilling its load on the ground between his feet.

The bear sighed in the afterglow of his climax. He was shivering a little bit. His hands seemed to be paralyzed around the boy's hips and they actually hurt when he let loose.

The stoat was still lingering in his climax as well when the man gently pawed Yonah's dick and squeezed out its last drops of cum. The bear gave him an appreciative kiss, feeling a strange sort of pride of having taken the boy to a climax as well.

As some droplets of the stoat's cum had spilled on his hand, he licked them off, while he stayed inside the boy as long as he could, making sure that every drop of cum found its destination. He even made some a few more exhaustive thrusts (eliciting tired moans from Yonah), to push the cum even deeper despite is his dick already filling the stoat's entire ass.

When his sex was finally about to soften again, he pulled the boy towards his chest, pressing him against himself while feeling up his soft fur.

Yonah just moaned and quivered in response, unable to say anything, while he hung in the bear's embrace.

The man kissed him on his forehead, he was panting a little bit and blew his warm breath over Yonah's face. "There is no comparing you, you know..." he mumbled.

The boy felt the warm breath and moaned a little bit in response, just feeling warm and fuzzy all over. Cum ran down his thighs.

A few moment later, the bear pulled out his dick and it was not until this moment that Yonah realized how much he had actually accommodate. It was painful when the muscles tightened again.

The bear helped him to get dressed again and then they went back. Yonah was still trembling from the strain of the fucking.

"You wanna go see TJ?" he asked.

The boy hesitated for a moment. "No... I... I don't think I can now."

"I see."

They walked the rest of the way in silence.

When the house came back into view, the man nervously eyeing the sky above them: Dark clouds had gathered there and there was this hint of ozone in the air that promised a lightning storm. "Will you be alright? I can drive you home."

"No, thanks," Yonah said while they walked up to the house. "I can ride my bike. I am fast."

"Good!" The bear patted on his shoulder.

Yonah enjoyed that little gesture.

The bear leaned over to him and whispered "I hope to see you soon." into his ear. Then the bear turned around and walked towards the house, while Yonah went on towards his bike.

While he picked it up, he could hear the bear talk to his oldest son.

"Is he leaving already? Doesn't he want to see TJ?" It was not the words, but the voice's tone that made Yonah's fur bristle. His mustelid tail twitched in aversion.

"No, there's gonna be rain. He wants to be home before that."

"Well, he certainly seems to have finished his business around here..."

"Marc, don't..."

The door to the house closed shut.

Yonah raised his head. With narrowed eyes he studied the old farmhouse as if his gaze could penetrate its walls and reveal what was happening on the inside.

After a moment, he turned around and climbed on his bike. When he wanted to sit down in the saddle, instant pain reminded him that his ass had been strained and he had to pedal while standing. He did not mind, he did not mind at all.

---

As much satisfaction Yonah had drawn from the meeting and their lovemaking, it was only making things worse. By the time he arrived at home, he was already missing the huge bear again. Every step towards the house seemed to distance him from the man and when the door closed behind him, he was numb.

His daily routine of school and household chores, meetings with friends and meals with his family were empty, meaningless motions.

Especially the confrontation with TJ was awkward if it was not for the young bear's revelations about his crush on Yonah's sister. Due to TJ's obsession with her his friend hardly had to do anything to retain TJ's attention. Updates on his sister's activities and info about her expected plans were everything the young bear needed to stay close to Yonah at most times. He did neither seem to know, nor to suspect anything about Yonah's relation with his father, unlike his older brother.

It was in these moments that Yonah realized that his feelings for TJ had entirely vanished. He had sat in a classroom, it could have been history or geography or something similar, and he had absent-mindedly stared at TJ's back who sat a few rows in front of him. In this moment Yonah had realized that his feelings for TJ had changed dramatically: No longer did the mere sight of the young bear push him towards romantic delusions and solemn vows of love. All of that fell to pieces in comparison to what Yonah had actually experienced with TJ's father.

Yet TJ was a reminder of the man and thus every meeting fuelled Yonah's maddening longing.

He knew that he could not call him (he would not answer). There was no sense in driving to the house (due to the most likely possibility that Marc and TJ's presence would spoil any chance of being alone). Despite Yonah just wishing for the shortest moment to tell the bear how he felt.

The chance that finally presented itself was so unexpected, that Yonah almost hesitated for a moment too long.

TJ seemed to have been too late for school. Thus his father drove him.

Yonah - who was a mere few feet from the school's main entrance, saw the old pickup truck. After the fateful night a few weeks ago, Yonah would have recognized it anywhere.

It stood there on the parking lot, TJ jumping out of it.

Yonah did not even see the father, due to the reflections on the windscreen. All that he could see was the edge of that worn-out hat and he knew that the man was closer than any time before.

The stoat was paralyzed, totally unsure what to do. His mind raced, thoughts about everyone seeing him climbing into that car, his timetable, his teachers, the possibility of TJ noticing his excitement and of course, the possibility to actually meet the man he had fallen for were raging a battle in his brain.

Then following a sudden impulse, he broke free from the group of students that headed for the school entrance and dashed across the lawn in front of it. He was still alert enough not to cross TJ's path.

He simply jumped in front of the pickup truck that was about to drive out of the school's parking lot.

The bear behind the steering wheel had just enough time to hit the brakes that stopped the car with a painful squeak.

Yonah ran around, pulled the door open and jumped on the front passenger seat, instantly going to hide behind the seat itself. "Drive," he gasped. "Drive!"

For a split-second the bear looked at the boy in surprise, then he faced the road and hit the accelerator, quickly driving the truck out of the school area.

It wasn't until the car had put a few streets between itself and school, that Yonah dared to climb onto the seat itself.

He eyed the bear nervously while he did so.

The man's jaw was slightly moving, as if he was chewing on something while he stared straight ahead.

Yonah felt guilty for a moment, while they rode the truck in silence.

They finally turned off, onto the parking lot of an old, derelict fast-food drive-in, where the car stopped behind a few old dumpsters that blocked the few from the streets.

The bear turned the motor off and everything died down. All of the sounds seemed to vanish, except for the ticking of the old, hot engine that cooled down slowly.

The stoat was self-conscious and did not really dare to make the first move, after having already jumped into the car.

It took a moment, before the bear suddenly exclaimed: "Fuck!" He grabbed the boy and pulled him into the most powerful embrace.

For Yonah it felt like he was being crushed, but it did not matter because the bear's lips came down on his own and they joined into a kiss that made his heart skip several beats. He could not move, he could not breathe, he could not even think, but it was nothing but pure bliss to feel the bear's tongue invading his mouth, it explored him and opened him up, until everything drowned in a reddish haze of pleasure and deficiency of air.

The bear finally broke the kiss.

Small, tired eyes looked down on his face; a large paw rose towards his frowns and gently pushed the hair from the boy's face so that the bear could see him entirely.

"I missed you."

These were not the words that Yonah expected, they were much better than anything he could imagine. As much as the embrace allowed him to, he rose and renewed the kiss, more gently, more tender, but none less passionate.

When the kiss had run its course, Yonah smiled at the bear who raised his large paw once more and gently stroked the boy's cheek.

"Gosh, you are a heart-breaker, anyone ever told you?"

The stoat grinned. "I want to suck your dick," he declared.

The bear tried to fend off his ambitions, but the boy was much too nimble, had already unzipped the bear's pants and when he glided down on the ground, finding his place between the driver's seat and the steering wheel, he also yanked down the man's dirty workpants, exposing the penis that was half-erect already.

Yonah took it into his hands and held it gently, feeling the empowering pulse of blood that raised the dick with every heartbeat.

The smooth surface of the glans shimmered in the bright light of the day and Yonah leaned towards it. His hot breath brushed over the sensitive skin while his lips came closer and finally closed around it in a first kiss that carried the smell and taste of the dick into the boy's mouth. It was still strange and unfamiliar, too strong to be entirely pleasant, but its musk was too intoxicating, too irresistible.

He attacked the sex with more fervor, exploring it with his lips: Its glans, its corona, the shaft with its ridges, bulges and taut veins, down to its susceptible base where it met the bear's pubic fur and his full balls.

The huge man shivered in response and let go a quiet gasp while the boy buried his muzzle in the ursine's crotch, before he turned his attention to the shaft again and started to caress it with licks that travelled upwards again.

This time he wrapped his lips around the dick's tip and then opened his mouth further, allowing it to slip in inch by inch: The smooth round skin, the bulge of the corona, the uneven valley behind it and finally the rough, veiny shaft. He took as much as he could, feeling glorious when he heard the bear's soft sighs and let him feel the caresses of his tongue and lips, gently sucking on it, inhaling and tasting its strong musky flavor.

Deliberately he started to move, while his fingers took hold of that part of the shaft that he was unable to swallow.

"Oh, boy!" the bear gasped. His hands were on the stoat's head, twitching, ready to push him down and yet resisting the urge, just holding onto him as his head was bopping up and down on the dick.

Yonah always took it as deep as he could, up until the point where the urge to retch was getting to strong and he had to let go of the dick again, letting it glide out of his slippery lips until he only suckled on the dickhead and lowered himself on the dick again in another attempt to take as much of the bear as he could.

He tilted his head, let his tongue do more work, let the sex slip out of his mouth to lick all over it again (thus giving the bear a moment of relief) in an attempt to experience as much of it as he could. His desire was so strong. His own dick throbbed with painful internal pressure, yet his only interest was the dick between his lips.

The boy shifted on the mat that covered the car's ground, his ass tingling as if it was aching for attention, but in this moment he could taste the first drops of the man's precum splattering on his tongue and while its sharp flavor spread in his mouth, he swallowed it down and took more of the dick into his mouth, eager to savor more of it.

"You better..." Whatever piece of advice the bear had intended to offer, it was too late.

The stoat's efforts paid off and he could feel how the dick suddenly grew in size and got even harder. It seemed to electrify and then an instant later, a gush of semen was shooting into his mouth while the man moaned above him.

The stoat tried to swallow as fast as he could, but the amount of seed was too coming on too fast. Every heartbeat seemed to release another spot of the sticky, salty and bitter fluid that quickly started to flow from his lips and soaked his lips and chin.

"Wait, wait..." the bear gasped, finally returning from the stupor of his orgasm. His hands gently pushed the boy backwards, his lips parting the sex.

"Open your mouth," the man said while he took hold of his own sex and started to squeeze out the last drops of cum which ran down his glans and dropped directly into the boy's now wide opened mouth. The bear sighed.

When the bear's balls had finally emptied and the hold of his hands eased a little, Yonah leaned forward again and started to lick his cock clean. Meticulously he licked off every trace of cum that had flowed down the sex' shaft until even the last trace of it had vanished in his mouth.

When he finally started to wiping the cum off his own face, the boy said: "I want to get better."

"Uh?"

"I want to give you better blowjobs," he explained. "I want to take all of your cock."

The bear laughed a little bit. "You know that is quite a challenge to deepthroat that."

While the stoat climbed over the car's middle console. "Well, then I gotta practice more often."

Another short chuckle escaped the bear. "I already told you that you are a little heartbreaker, didn't I?" He stroked the stoat's cheek.

The boy tilted his head and looked at the man. "I want to suck your dick more often. I also want you to fuck me." Yonah was surprised about his own words, but with the bear's cum still lingering on his tongue, the sensation of his throbbing, spouting cock fresh on his mind, these words came almost by themselves.

The bear looked at him. "Look at you. A teenage heart-throb asking me for sexual favors."

"I am not asking for sexual favors."

The bear inhaled. "No, you don't." He raised his hand to his brow and rubbed it. "I know you don't. I was joking." He started the car.

Slowly the pickup rolled off the parking lot, past the ruined building of some fast-food chain. Broken glass, crumbled concrete and loose pieces of metal creaked beneath the heavy tires.

"We have to work something out," the bear said, while they were already on the road again. "Something that works for the both of us."

Yonah felt another rush of endorphins.

When he was back at his school, he had trouble to fight back the urge to wear a stupid, happy smile all around the classrooms.

---

There were details that Yonah seemed to have ignored about his home town that slowly unveiled themselves to him over the upcoming weeks.

But first he provided the bear with a timetable for his school hours. It was the template of their getaways, as rare and disconnected as they were.

The other necessary thing was Yonah's cell phone number. He kept the phone constantly in his pocket, sound turned off, only vibration indicating incoming calls and texts.

What the stoat received were the most mundane of messages: A few words on his phone's mailbox, a text message. Most of them were not even coming from the same number: The last few public phones were the bear's preferred mode of communication. He had not even given Yonah the number of his own cell phone, an incredibly old, sturdy finish model which lacked almost every feature. Secrecy was the bear's mode of operations.

Yonah could hardly contain himself whenever he felt the vibrations of his phone. When he silently received a text in the middle of some class, he felt like a twelve year old girl. He wanted to squeal in delight.

Later - when he checked the message while sitting in a toilet stall - he was almost crushed whenever he had to realize that it was just some message from his mother or father, or some ad. Otherwise he heard the rumbling voice of the bear, telling him about a time and a place: A mall, a supermarket, some other shop, a fast-food joint, a parking lot, some other public place,...

What followed was pure bliss for the boy. After they had found a secluded spot, the crushing embraces and the hot kisses of the bear overwhelmed him, and he returned the passion. He understood that the bear loved to see him naked and thus wherever they were, no matter the danger of being found out, the stoat bared himself, eager to feel the bear's paws all over his body and fur. Before the boy went down on the bear and caressed the hard ursine cock with everything he had and knew, taking in every cue and advice to make it even more pleasurable for the bear, until his mouth was filled with bitter and salty cum that he swallowed with pride and satisfaction.

This was how he got to know a side of his own hometown that he had never known to exist.

It was a parking lot at the side of the new highway, just outside the southern edge of the town, where the urban area was meeting its rural surroundings in a clutter of buildings and vegetation, and that was partly shielded by a few bushes. There Yonah realized that neither he, nor the bear were the only ones to play this game.

When he arrived on his bike, several young men, most of them only a few years older than him, stood their and waited for other men to arrive.

The stoat did not wait there for long. The bear picked him up just a few minutes later (he never let the boy wait for long).

"That's one of the cruising spots," the man explained.

Yonah was baffled. A cruising spot in his hometown... Why had he never even considered the possibility of its existence? Maybe it was because the full extent of his sexual interest had not blossomed until recently. But his own lack of imagination still amazed himself.

It was up to the bear to make him forget about all of these troubles when he reached into the boy's pants and jacked him off while they drove to a more private spot.

The brevity of their meetings meant that there was not much they could actually do together. When he saw the bear Yonah was simply overtaken by his desires and the bear seemed to feel the same way, hardly being able to keep his hands to himself. He craved to see the boy naked, to feel his bare body in his hands, adoring his lithe, slender juvenile form. It never seemed enough time to fully explore him.

Eager to act upon his lust, Yonah quickly went down on him, sucking him off with liberated enthusiasm, while the car stood in a secluded spot of dead end, in narrow alleys downtown, on deserted parking lots or in a dirt track at the edge of the city.

They also met in the mall twice where the bear forced the stoat into toilet stall with such carnal lust, that Yonah was quivering with pleasure when the man pushed him against the wall, tore down his pants and underpants and instantly penetrated him. The boy had to grit his teeth due to the brute force of the entry and he did not dare to make a sound. He almost blacked out in this moment, but the fucking the bear gave him did not allow him get away.

His hands against the graffiti covered wall, his rump in the bear's paws and breathing through his clenched teeth, he succumbed to the bear who had mounted him.

Fucking was a rare treat after all. It only happened when they had more time and when he finally felt that huge ursine dick forcing its way between his buttocks, the intensity of pain and pleasure was almost too much for him to tolerate. The size and girth inside of him almost instantly triggered orgasmic spasms, light cum shooting from his own freely bouncing dick while the bear rode him until he came as well and Yonah relished the feeling when he was finally being filled with the ursine's seed.

Despite the brute carnal force of their secretive lovemaking, which dominated their meetings, Yonah could not have said if the calm moments after the rush of emotions were not even more precious to him. These passed way too quickly, as they had to leave their hideouts in fear of discovery.

"Don't get me even started on what happens if someone finds out that a man my age fucks a boy your age," the bear just mentioned once.

Yonah yearned to spent time with the bear, to get him to know better, to just spend time with him.

After they had fucked in the toilet stall for the first time, they had sat down in a café in the mall where the bear had simply bought a coke for the boy. They had sat opposite each other without talking much at all; it had been nothing but a game of exchanging glances and the fight to resist caressing the other one.

Yet on the way outside, in the diminishing light of a passing day, between the lines of parked cars, Yonah had dared to snuggle up to the bear. "That was nice," he said.

Without stopping bear took his head and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.

The boy could see how the bear nervously eyed the surroundings while they headed towards the pickup truck, even though the kiss had been nothing but the most fleeting of caresses.

It was not the public exposure they had to fear though.

The moment TJ walked up to Yonah and asked "What's up with you and my dad?" convinced the stoat that possible danger was hiding elsewhere.

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To be concluded in Part 3:https://www.sofurry.com/view/643850