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So, here is part two of my miniseries about a certain polar bear. The same peep from Twitter inspired me this story, actually, he kinda pushed for a gay story, so here it is. Hope you will like it, and even if you hadn't read the first part, don't worry, that won't hider your reading, because the two parts are built to be read as standalones too ^^ Hope you will vote, fave or comment to show your appreciation!

"Another beer, Phil!" Joe shouted at the bartender, raising his big arm to attract his attention.

"One beer coming!" The cheetah answered back, his paws already busy fiddling with mugs. The polar bear put his arm back on the counter, eagerly waiting for the beverage to arrive; he wouldn't ever understood how the feline could hear his patrons' request in the acoustic mayhem of the bar, with the loud music and the exited chatter of the clients making almost impossible to listen to those just besides you.

Belatedly remembering the ram sat on the other stool, the big ursine turned to him with an apologetic expression on his long muzzle. "Sorry Daryl, I should have ordered one for you too."

"It's okay, I haven't finished mine yet." His friend shrugged off the apology, taking a sip of his half-full beer for good measure; the gesture made his pecs stand out even more than usual under his T-shirt.

"Suit yourself then." The bear replied, waiting thirstily to get another dose of booze, wanting it badly. He decided that looking attentively at Phil wouldn't make the beer arrive sooner, so he kept facing his friend, and starting at his perfectly defined pectoral muscles.

"What?" Daryl asked, his glass mug ringing when banged back on the wooden surface.

"What what?" The big male replied dumbly, his eyes switching to then horns-framed muzzle of the sheep.

"You have the look of a fur with a question. Shoot." The white furred ovine ordered, guessing rightly. The fact that they knew each other since college might have helped him, though the alcohol had relaxed the ursine enough to make him easily readable.

"I always wondered... You sheep should have lots of fur, but I never saw yours being longer than two inches. How can it be?" Joe uttered the riddle that had been bugging him for many years.

Daryl stared at him for a moment before bursting into bleated laughter, his head thrown so that he faced the ceiling. "You waited twenty years to ask me that?"

"I dunno, it never occurred to me to ask you..." The candid-colored bear defended himself, accepting gladly the new mug full of golden drink that Phil had brought him, already bringing it to his black lips.

"Poor Joe, being haunted by questions he never remember to ask..." The ram laughed, patting the other male's shoulder in sympathy. It wasn't hard for him, even if he was almost a foot shorter than the polar mountain that was Joe.

"That is the curse of being a philosopher." He boasted after drinking a good chunk of beer, jabbing back at his friend. "You haven't answered me yet though."

"Okaaaaaaaay!" The sheep gave in, still chuckling merrily. "Once every month I go to a furdresser specialized in ovines and get my fur trimmed."

"That is so gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!" The ursine blurred, taking another good sip.

"Hey! I would like to see you sweat your ass off with so much wool on you!" Daryl retorted, his smile turning wicked for a second. "Besides, I AM gay!"

"Yeah, I know you are." The polar bear admitted. The ram had come out to him at the start of the second semester of their freshman year; that pushed them to always warn the other when with company, unless they saw something they didn't want to.

"So, as a gay ram, I am doubly justified if I go to a furdresser!" The sheep bleated, jabbing his paw in Joe's side as he always did when teasing him.

"Don't get all gay now! I have enough talks about fur and conditioner from Lisa..." The words died in his muzzle, both of them going silent. The name of his ex remembered the ursine the reason why he was in a bar, drinking himself in a stupor; he felt a paw grabbing and squeezing his meaty shoulder.

"I'm sorry that Lisa went through with the divorce..." The gentle voice of his friend said, not really soothing the pain that he had been feeling since the morning, when the whole... thing was finalized.

"It's okay.... She is a bitch." The bear said calmly, then raised his tone to call the bartender when he realized his glass was empty. "Phil, another beer!"

"Coming!" The cheetah shouted back from the other side of the counter.

"No, it's not okay. You are suffering Joe, and I don't want to see you like that..." The sheep replied, still squeezing on his shoulder. His voice was full of empathy and he knew that it was genuine; the ram had been at his side through the whole thing, always cheering him up and being the best of buddies.

"You can't do anything about it! She wants other cocks, she said that much!" Joe retorted, bumping his big paw on the wooden surface.

"She didn't say that... And you should not blame yourself." His friend pointed out the truth, but his mind was far too clouded to listen to it.

"Why did she want this divorce, if not to be able to fuck other guys?" He lamented, sweeping away the drink that had just arrived while he was complaining and drowning his sorrows in it.

"Even if it is true, it doesn't mean that it was your fault... Feelings can change over time." Daryl tried and failed to rationalize with a drunk bear, only worsening the situation with his friendly attempt to cheer him up.

"But mine hasn't changed..." The white ursine sighed in his glass before raising it once again, to admit the delicious beverage in his guts.

"I know... That is why you are hurting so much..." The ram hugged him tight, using his powerful muscles to encircle and squeeze the massive male. That helped a bit more than the words, having such contact, something that he had been missing a lot since this story began... He really needed powerful hug from those he loved...

Grabbing his beer, Joe gulped it all down in one go, burping after every drop of booze in the mug was in his body. "I had enough with this day."

Shrugging his friend, he stood up on unsure footpaws, almost falling over his ram, who was quick to catch him and support him. "Wow, you are in no condition to drive! I'm going to bring you home." Daryl stated, leaving some bucks on the counter and hurling the bear toward the door.

"Not my place. I don't want to go there..." The ursine pleaded, walking along with his friend. He didn't want to be alone, in that house that smelled of defeat, full of memories...

"Alright buddy, you can stay at my place for the night. Come on big boy!" The sheep agreed, keeping going toward the exit, doing that easily despite having to carry a massive bear with him. Luckily, it didn't take much time to reach his car, and Joe found himself pushed on the passenger's seat.

"Put on your seat belt, and please, warn me if you have to puke! I just cleaned the car." Daryl recommended him before closing the door, stumping to the other side of the vehicle.

"That is so gaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!" The ursine blurted, doing what he was told as the good pup scout he was.

"I heard that!" The shout came from outside the car, making the bear chuckle.

***** *****

Joe didn't remember much of the drive, or how his friend managed to put him back on his paws after they arrived. He regained consciousness only when they were inside the small but nice apartment belonging to the ram.

"Here we go Joe." The ovine announced, putting his keys in a bowl near the entrance. "I better put you to bed, you really need that."

"I can do that myself! Release me!" Joe demanded, and, after a sigh, the ram did as told and let him go. Triumphally, he took a few steps without crushing on his big ass, which made him so happy.

"I'm going to prepare the couch for me, do you remember where the bedroom is?" Daryl asked, looking concerned about the balance of his friend.

"I do! But first, bathroom! And I remember where it is too!" The white ursine said indignantly, trying his best to walking straight to the bathroom, even though he felt the severe stare boring in his back.

Opening the door wasn't a big challenge, but unzipping his pants and fishing out his cock was once he faced the toilet. Peeing felt like an orgasm to him, after not doing that for so much time, and he was enough of a good boy to shake his penis at the end, making sure he was clean down there. That induced a bit of chubbiness in his dick, caused by the brief contact of his paw against his sheath; it had been quite some time since he last jerked off, and even more since he had sex... But it wasn't the moment for either.

Forgetting to put his sheath back where it belonged when dressed, he exited the bathroom and went straight to the bedroom, passing his friend busy working on the couch. The bed was as big as the one he got back home, and he knew from crushing at his friend's many times that it was as comfortable too.

Joe wanted to just flop on the bed, but the little remnant of rationality that had been left from the drinking told him that it wasn't polite to go to bed in his clothes. He wasn't a savage after all, he knew better than that! The first things to go were the shoes and socks, which he did without unknotting the laces or bending over thanks years and years of practice; he was sure that lowering himself would end up with a gruesome result.

After that, it was the turn of his shorts and his underwear, since he had already done half the work in the bathroom. They fell on the ground, covering the discharged shoes and socks. Then, with a bit of difficulty, he grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and leaving him completely naked, a white tall bear showing his wonderfully built body.

"Let me grab a pillow and I leave you..." The ram trailed off behind him, having entered the room without a sound. The bear turned to face him, and, despite the fog that had invaded his head, he caught the direction of his friend's eyes before he managed to shift them to his muzzle. That, someone, increased the hardness of his chubby erection, his cock poking out of his sheath.

"Sorry Joe, I didn't know you were..." The sheep tried to apologize, glancing quickly to the erected cock in front of him. He recognized the look, he had seen it plenty of times from his conquests, the lust to have that towering pole of black flesh in them, and hard.

"Liking what you see?" He grumbled, taking a step toward his friend, weirdly without any impediment caused by the booze, the arousal counteracting the drunkenness.

""W-what did you say?" Daryl stuttered, took by surprise by the question and the demeanor of the bear, still frozen on where he stood, not trying to get away.

"I'm sure you like it... You always looked at my cock and ass when we showered in college, after practice." The ursine kept saying, coming closer to his friend. The beer was loosing up his tongue, making him say things that he had bottled up for years, things that should have been better left untold.

"I-I... No, I never..." He tried to mouth an excuse, but didn't find one, lowering his gaze in shame, confirming what his friend just saw. Unfortunately for him, doing so made him look at the bearhood again, now almost reaching his full length.

"Yes you did. You wanted my ass, don't you? Or my cock?" Joe accused him, chuckling when the ram straightened his back at the mention of his cock. "So, you wanted me to fuck you, eh?"

"N-No! You are my friend, it isn't right!" The sheep shouted back, but the bulge in his pants proved him wrong again. He could almost smell the arousal of his friend, which made his cock throb in his own excitement.

The polar fur stepped even closer, now just few inches separating them, their shallow breath minding while he looked at him "You know what Daryl? I don't care. I'm going to do that tonight." With that, he grabbed his friend from the shoulder and lowered his head, stamping a big, drooling kiss on his short muzzle.

The ram squirmed in surprise, trying to evade it, to fend off the invading tongue, but there was no escape for him, even if he was strong he wasn't as much as the bear. He gave in, letting the broad tongue enter his short muzzle, weakly fighting it with his own while manly, strong lips pressed against each other.

Joe had always wondered if kissing a guy was different from kissing a girl. Now that he was doing it, he discovered that there weren't many differences, and that they were equally arousing and good. Sure, the body he was pressed to was full of muscles, with no soft curves, and what was pressed against his tight was something ladies lacked. But that wasn't putting him off, it was just fueling his lust.

Now that he wasn't facing resistance, he lowered his paws, going to grope that muscled ass as he had always wished to. The ram moaned in the kiss, encircling his own arms around the bigger male but not doing anything, melting in the arms of his friend. Their tongues still danced, engaging each other and swapping saliva.

His paws didn't remain idly groping that butt, but moved to undress the quivering male. The pants and underwear weren't hard to undo, and laid at his hooves, but the shirt was bothering him, a dilemma that he couldn't resolve. Should he stop that fucking hot kiss, getting his tongue out from that muzzle, and let him shed off the piece of cloth?

The answer was negative, and prompted him to act in another way. Getting a good pawful of shirt, he ripped it off, exposing the well muscled and flat upperbody of his friend, the short fur showing all too well what he packed. The ram just grunted but accepted that, now trying to grope what he could of his friend as he was groped back vehemently.

Both naked, their bodies smashed together, their hard cocks rubbing against each other. That was a wholly alien experience for Joe, he could feel the heat of the other male's cock on his own, and even a bit of his heartbeat, it seemed. And he could judge his size too, which was just a little smaller than his own pride.

That, of course, just fueled his drunk excitement. The ursine hadn't ever imagined he would enjoy this much fooling around with another male, but there it was, liking it and wanting more. Walking backwards, he dragged his friend to the bed, hitting his knees against it; still kissing and deep tonguing the ram, he let himself fall, a grunt escaping his lungs when the weight of the sheep landed on his chest.

The fall put an end to their kiss, but not the groping, the bear still keeping the male close, their cocks rubbing against each other in a mimicking of sex. He liked having Daryl on him, he could feel his body even better, bringing so many images in his mind, perverted ones; but then, his sexual musing were interrupted when he felt the ram struggling, attracting his attention.

"Not liking what we are doing?" Joe asked, a bit confused on what his friend wanted to do.

"Of course I am, it is a dream comes true! Just release me, I want to do something I craved for all this years...." The ram murmured hoarsely, and the ursine, liking the tone, did as told, broke his bear hug, letting him go to do what he wanted.

The ram stood up, his powerful legs staying around the bear's pelvis and moving so that their cocks frotted. He leaned to grab a couple of things from his nightstand, which proved to be a bottle of lube and an universal condom; Joe eyed both objects wearily, making his friend chuckle.

"Don't worry, I am not planning to violate you, I just want to prepare myself while blowing you." The sheep admitted, shifting to his hips so that he could lower between the massive legs of the white haired fur.

"You're going to suck my cock?" The bear stupidly asked, putting some pillows under his head so he could watch the show from a better angle.

"You bet your ass I am!" The enthusiastic answer came, just before the horned head came close to his aroused cock, breath stimulating the pre-slick length and making him moan loudly. He noticed that the ram had dropped the bottle somewhere near his footpaws, but that detail was lost in the avalanche of sensations that followed it.

The breath had been just the herald of what it came, a rough, calloused paw grabbing his cock, then a somewhat raspy tongue running over his bearhood, licking it whole time and time again. Joe couldn't stop his moans, he had missed the feelings of a good blowjob, and the ram seemed to be a pro at it, and quite eager too; Lisa never liked when did that for him, so it was refreshing to see an enthusiast of sucking cock.

The licking lasted a good minute, so much that his cock was glistening for all the saliva and spit on it; and the paw around it girth didn't remain idle, jerking his massive bearhood up and down slowly, partaking to the pleasure. Then, the tongue moved up to the tip, the muzzle opening up to kiss it before the ram delved on his cock, taking several inches in one go.

His friend's mouth wasn't any different from any lady's, the sensation of warm wetness gliding along his cock being similar, as much as the tongue moving around it and massaging it. What made it different was whom was giving head to him, obviously male by the body, with a cock swinging with each movement instead of boobs.

The sheep bobbed his horned head up and down a few times, his paw unhanding the ursine cock to join the other in doing something. He wasn't sure what exactly, but he didn't care, his whole attention focused on the mouth around his cock and watching his friend's muzzle taking more and more of it each time.

From his advantaged angle he saw Daryl bringing his right paw behind him, realizing with a gasp that he was going to finger himself. The thought was strangely arousing, thinking about his friend preparing his ass for him, but it was even more arousing when he felt him actually moan, the vibration enhancing the blowjob.

That wasn't the only thing that made him moan, though, since the ram managed just then to deep throat his whole cock, while his free paw went to caress and play with his balls. He had to resist and not blowing his load then, and making a fool of himself; but it was hard, being subjected to such a skillful and vehement blowjob.

Luckily for him, that didn't last long, because soon he found his cock being spitted out of that wonderful muzzle, Daryl musing in grabbing the condom with both paws, even though the lube on one of them made it extremely difficult.

The chasing was turn in a matter of seconds, and the condom was carefully and almost religiously unfold on his black pole; usually, that was all it took for safe sex, but this was a special and new occasion, so the sheep spurted a copious amount of lube on his erections and jerked it all over it.

The white ovine tossed away the lube, climbing up on top of Joe with ease, his hole hovering over the aroused cock. "I've have waited this for so long." He confessed, and the bear almost thought that his friend was blushing under his trimmed wool coat. But in all honestly, he wasn't focused on his face, his attention being attracted on that ass and on the bouncing cock, the ultimate sing that he was going to fuck another man.

"Then just get on with it!" The bear commanded, patiently waiting. Folding his hoofed legs at his side, the sheep lowered him carefully, grabbing the bearhood so to angle it better; soon, Joe could feel the heat of a butthole against the covered tip of his cock, and he resisted the temptation to buck his hips and enter such a place of bliss.

Using gravity to his advantage, Daryl lowered himself, slowly, oh so fucking slowly, accepting inside his body inch by inch of the thick black cock. The bear observed, mesmerized, as his member disappeared in his friend, until that wholly bottom was pressed against his groin, heavy balls resting on his pelvis.

Amazingly, the ram's cock didn't softened during the ordeal, even jumping at some point as if the massive cock in his ass had hit some pleasurable spot; Joe sure knew that, since he hadn't averted his eyes from the ramhood the entire time. And he still looked at it while the sheep raised his hips, slowly, then going back down once only the tip was in.

Joe moaned, almost growling in pleasure, feeling his cock being stimulated by the hot, tight hole along his whole length, something that rarely happened to him. Bitches usually could get just most of his dick, and now he got this hot male riding it and taking it all without efforts! And loving it too, the hard dick slapping against his abdomens left no doubt.

The riding kept going, slowly at first, then faster and faster, Daryl throwing himself completely in the action, his glaze almost dazed by the pleasure. The feeling of that ass sliding along his shaft was really amazing for the bear, and up to his fantasies; but it wasn't enough, even if he was getting closer to the edge.

Grabbing his friend by the hips, the polar bear used his powerful muscles to switch the position, the ram crying out for the sudden movement. The table were turned now, the smaller male laying on his back while the bigger fur was on top, his cock still miraculously embedded in the tight ass after the move; catching up the situation, Daryl wrapped his legs around the waist of his friend, permitting him to thrust deeper.

And so Joe did. Being free to move by his own, the bear started fucking his mate hard and deep, his cock plunging in such tight depths with so much strength. Not that the sheep was complaining, he seemed to be enjoying this even more than before, bleating with pleasure while his cock jumped for the force of the thrusts and, hopefully, for the pleasure he was getting.

Leaning forward while penetrating that upturned ass, he grabbed Daryl's horns, forcing him to look up and accept the kiss offered, his tongue owning his muzzle as much as his cock was with his ass. Their incoherent moans were muffled by the battles of their tongues, the only sounds in the room being the one of balls slapping against a furry butt.

All the excitement for doing something he had dreamed for years... The novelty of fucking another guy... The incredible feelings and sensations that only sex could bring.... How that ass was clenching and massaging his cock... All of those factors were bringing him closer and closer to the edge, only a few thrusts away form that.

Or so he thought. Under him, Daryl squirmed even more, moaning loudly even in the passionate kiss, before something wet and hot hit his stomach and the underside of his muzzle, followed by a series of spasm and stronger clenching of the sheep's butt around the invading object. In a moment of clarity, the bear realized that his friend had just climaxed, and the thought of bringing a male to his orgasm by just fucking him was what he needed to overcome the edge.

Breaking the kiss, Joe growled viciously as he emptied his balls in his friend, if it hadn't been for the condom, keeping the thrusts going as his cock shot rope after rope in the plastic envelope. Collapsing on Daryl, he moved to kiss him again and...

... And Joe woke up in his own bed, sweaty and with a ranging hard-on poking from his sheath. Shaking his head, he tried hard to forget the dream, but it seemed that the memories of what he had done with Daryl weren't easily chased away during sleep.

Sure, he had fucked another male, but that didn't mean he was gay! He liked pussy too much for that. The bear had proved that to himself just that night, having amazing sex with his old girlfriend from high school and liking all the way.

"Champ? Why are you awake?" The sultry voice of Cheryl came from his side, raising up to look at him. Her eyes immediately shifted to stare at the hard cock between those powerful tights, her paw already going to jerk it.

"Someone wants another round?" She asked, winking and bending to suck that mighty bearhood.

"I sure do." Joe growled, ready to delve in the pleasures only a feminine body could give him.

P.S.: In case you are wondering, Joe the polar bear is bi, not gay. Just too deep in the closet to admit it ^^