Country Bear and Son / Boys Will Be Boys
Country Bear and Son
Author's note: This is a sketch. I wrote it more to get a feel for the accent and dialog of the Dad character than anything else. Too short for Yiffstar, so it stayed on FurAffinity. I finally got around to writing a follow-up (after many requests), so the whole thing is now long enough to go here. Yes, there's some M/M action in this one. Get your paw free. There,s also some drifting into father/son pedophillia. I hd some misgivings about it myself, but figured that nothing was forced and it's more of a fantasy, anyway. You'll notice that when I expanded things, I glossed over that part. In the "official" cannon (as in if I was going to edit the first sketch) I'd have edited it out.
Adult material ahead, You've been warned.
"Naw, ya stay with yer sister. She needs ya. An' it'll give me a chance ta talk wit' the boy about a few things he needs t'know. Man talk." The big bear absently scratched his ass outside his cover-alls. It was raining outside and thunder rumbled. "Ah love you too, ear. See ya when ya git home." And then the big bear hung up the phone. Just then, the power went out.
Two flames appeared in the darkness at the same time. The bear on the phone had fished his lighter out of his pocket to light a kerosene lamp on the mantle. A younger bear, maybe 14, in jeans and a t-shirt, also had a lighter and was lighting candles.
"Now whar'd you git that from. Yew been smokin'?" The big bear sniffed the younger. "Yew have, haven't ya?"
"N-no, Dad," the young bear stammered. "N-not really. I tried your pipe this morning but I couldn't keep it lit." The young bear look scared, but knew lying wouldn't get him anywhere.
The big bear chuckled and caught his son up in a bearhug, "Yew could have asked meh, boy. Ah'd not have said 'yes' right away, but Ah'd 've let you eventually. Now siddown. Ah need t' talk to yew about somethin' and might as well do it now, while we're waitin' fer the power t' come back on."
The lamplight and candles provided quite a bit of light. The big bruin turned in his chair, opposite his son, and looked at the younger bear.
"Now, Ah know yew ain't stupid. This ain't gonna be one of them "birds-and-bees" talks like on some TV show. Yew grew up in farm country out here an' yew know whar babies come from.
"Ah'm gonna talk about th' stupid stuff those TV writers push about us. How we're stuipd, sleep wit' a girl while teenagers, an' fuck up our lives. Yew know yer Old Dad holds a BS in horticulture, dinna yah? Yeh... Ah was a college bear at one time. But this is 'bout how Ah got through High School wit' mah horemones ragin'."
The younger bear sat on the couch, feeling uncomfortable and unsure where his old man was going with his story, but trapped. The old bear took his silence as acknowledgement to go forward.
"First thing's first. What Ah'm about t' tell yew, ya can't tell yer Maw. There are certain things 'bout bein' a Country Bear yer Maw don't need t' know. Understand?"
The young bear was curious now, and nodded nervously, "Okay, Dad."
"Alright, four simple things. Ain't nothing wrong with takin yerself in-paw. A paw-job ain't nothin' between two close friends. If ya love yer buddy, ya swallow. An' cornholin' relieves th' pressure when all else fails. Ye got that?"
The younger bear sat silent, fidgeting so that his Dad wouldn't see the boner in his pants and relaxed as the old bear started to fill his corn-cob pipe. In a moment he wouldn't be able to smell his arrousal, either.
The older bear started to suck his pipe into life, then turned to his son, "Well? Don'cha have anythin' t' say? If not, Ah'll jest keep talkin' until ya do. Yer as quiet as Ah was when yer Grandfather had this talk with me."
The older bear suddenly thrusts his lit pipe into the younger's muzzle. "Puff on that fer a second. Keep it lit fer me." The older bear waits until his son is puffing away to his satisfaction, then starts to pull his boots off. Bear paws finally free, he takes his pipe back, "Thankee, son. You like?"
The younger cub is thankful for the pillow in his lap, "Sure Dad. I'll let you know when I want to try it next."
The older bear chuckles, "Ain't nothin' t' be ashamed of, son. Yer Dad started when he was around yer age. Spent a month workin' up the guts t' ask yer GrandDad, and the old bear jest shrugged and showed me how. But back t' our little talk."
The older bear unbuckled his overall straps and let his clothes fall to the floor, standing naked in front of the younger bear. "This is what yer GrandDad did. He jest started plain' with his dick in front 'o me."
The older bear started to take himself in his left paw, "Mmmm... feels good, Cub. Yew ever do this? Sure ya do. Now get yer cock out so's yer Dad kin see it."
The younger bear stared at his Dad, unable to move the pillow from his lap.
"Alright, son. Ah'll do it." The older bear bathed his son in fragrant pipe smoke as his dripping cock wavered inches from the astonished cub's face before firmly bending over and pulling the pillow from the cub's lap and masaging the tent in the younger bear's jeans. "Looks like yew've got a nice one, son. Let's let him out t' play." The older bear unfastened the top button and unzipped the bear's pants, pulling the young bear's cock out and stroking it, "Yew like son?"
The older bear sat down next to his son and moved his son's paw to his lap, "That's right. Stroke yer Dad like that while he strokes you. Mmmm... yes."
"Now Ah know yer wonderin' 'bout Preacher Adams at th' Church. How he'd not approve. Let me tell ya, son, that the ol' weasle's a hipocrite. Ah went t' school wit' him, and remember him bein' the first t' start foolin' arounf on campouts. Ah awoke once t' him sucklin' on meh. Blasted his muzzle full-a mah seed. Ah suspect he still frequents a certain stall at th' truckstop when he gits all horned up.
"That's th' on place Ah don' never want ya ta go, son. Know who yer playin' with, cause this kind-a play ain't safe with no stranger. Yer Uncle Jimmy an' I found that out th' hard way."
The younger cub felt warm and emarassed, but wasn't going to his Dad to stop. But he knew he was close and moaned.
"Ah told yew this feels good, son. Now take yerself in paw, but listen. Jimmy was hangin' down at the truckstop when he found a trucker t' play with. He found himself bent over with Vaseline smeared under his tail. A couple o' weeks later he started t' get little sores on his cock and under his tail. A week afte that, cause Ah was playing with him, got them to. Doctor in town said it was Syphilis and gave me a shot, then asked me who I'd been with. Ah'd said no one, an' he said it was possible t' get it some other way, but not real likely an' that if I had been with anyone, Ah had t' tell 'em."
"It's only been me an' yer Uncle Jimmy, but it taught us t' be real careful who we played wit' an' t' see th' doctor often fer tests. We learned there are rubber y' kin buy at th' store t' protect yerself. Use 'em, son."
The older bear relit his pipe, then turned to his son. "Now yer ol' Dad wants ta' see yew finish. Stroke that meat, son."
The older bear bathed his son in smoke again, stroking his meat and puffing on his pipe as the younger bear leaned back, getting real close. "Yeah, son. Keep goin'." The younger bear's balls got real tight, then spurted three shots aross his chest, panting.
"Mmmm.. yeah son. Now look at yer Dad. He's gonna cum here in a moment, too. Gods, Son, here it comes!"
The big bear spurted three times, hard, splattering his cub's chest, watching their seed mix. "Yeah... That was good, son." The older bear collapsed on the couch next to his son, placing his pipe in the ashtray. The power came back on.
"Now... Ah think yew need ta git a shower, Son. Dad'll go wash his paws an' make us up some lunch."
Boys Will Be Boys
Author's note: This is a follow-on to my sketch "Country Bear and Son". It takes place a couple of months after the incidents in my sketch. I was obliged to give them names and introduce a couple more characters. I'm afraid that some of you might not like where the story goes. You're welcome to write your own version if that's the case. Yes, there's some M/M action in this one. Get your paw free. If you're under-aged, go read something else. If this sort of thing offends you, go read something else. You've been warned.
"You're coming over when you get home, right?" the young bear looked intensely at his porcine friend.
"Yeah, James. We've got a camping trip to plan. Shouldn't take me more than ten minutes," the young boar answered back. "This is your stop. See you in a few."
The bear nodded, "See ya in a few, Rich."
James ran inside, turned on the oven, and slid a frozen pizza out of the freezer and into the oven. He was just pulling it out when Rich knocked at the door.
"Oh, come in Rich. You know the door is unlocked," he called, putting the pizza on the counter to cool a little.
The pig opened the door and walked into the kitchen. The two adolescents were about the same age, Richard being slightly smaller but filling out and James growing tall, skinny for a bear.
"Pepperoni again?" Rich asked.
"You know it. It's so perverted, watching you eat pork," James answered.
"Ha! Like it's real meat anyway. No one's eaten real meat since your Dad perfected his soybean hybrids."
"True..." James looked at the pizza, "Should I slice this?"
"Nah... We'll just pick it up and eat towards the middle."
The two boys made quick work of their snack, muzzles meeting in the middle and blushing.
"Gods," Rich said. "This weekend can't get here fast enough."
James smiles, "I know. Umm... My parents aren't going to be home for a while. Wanna mess around in my room?"
Rich grinned, "First person there picks the game!" and bolted for the stairs.
James started, "You curly-tailed bastard. It's my turn!"
Rich took the steps two at a time and managed to be reclined on the bear's bed by the time James opened the door, "About time you got here."
James leaped on the bed in a flying tackle, "It's my turn, you asshole!" grabbing his friend in a half-nelson and pushing his snout into the bed. The two boys wrestled fiercely, the pig using his weight to push the bear around and the bear growling and using his leverage to try to pin the bear.
"Alright," Rich said, panting. "You win. What's the game."
James, panting, pinning the pig to his bed, muzzle inches from his friend said, "Truth or dare."
"Truth," the pig said.
The bear rolled over, letting his friend sit up, "Alright. Ever cheated on a test?"
The pig snorted, "No. I don't have to. I'm a straight-A student."
"I know, " the bear said, "But never?"
"Alright... once. A spelling test in second grade," the pig confessed. "The answers were written on the desk. How could I not?
My turn. Truth or Dare?"
"Ummm... Dare," James said.
"Alright... I dare you to snag your Dad's pipe from downstairs and smoke it," the pig smirked.
"Yow! Going right for the jugular, aren't you?" the bear fenced.
"What are you, chicken? I'll bet you won't do it and I win. That means I can change the game!" Rich gloated.
"Oh, alright. Be right back," James said and got up off the bed.
The pig sat alone for a moment in the bear's room, "Oh shit. He's really going to do it," he whispered to himself, then got up off the bed, "James!"
The pig started downstairs and saw his friend opening the door to his Dad's study. He followed, seeing James take a pipe out of his Dad's ashtray and open the tobacco jar, "James. You don't have to..." he started.
James started filling the pipe, "A dare's a dare." James struck a match and expertly puffed the pipe into life.
"What you didn't know is that my Dad and I have been having an evening pipe together in here for the last month.
"He caught me sampling his pipe and sat me down for a bear-to-bear talk. And he said, 'Ah don rally want yew smokin', but if'n yer gonna, it's gonna be with meh.'"
"No shit?" the pig said. "You're Dad is so cool!"
"Erm... yeah. Then he started in on the 'birds and bees' talk. Gods, I was so embarrassed. And then he threw me for a loop. He said, 'Alright, four simple things. Ain't nothing wrong with takin yerself in-paw. A paw-job ain't nothin' between two close friends. If ya love yer buddy, ya swallow. An' cornholin' relieves th' pressure when all else fails. Ye got that?'," James could feel his muzzle burning and was glad it was hidden in a cloud of smoke as he returned the pipe to his muzzle for another puff.
"Gods, you sound *so* like your Dad when you use that accent. But what's cornholing?" Rich asked.
"Butt fucking, "James said. "Now it's my turn. Truth or dare."
"Dare," Rich answered.
James grinned, "Alright, you started it. So you're gonna smoke this pipe."
Rich blanched, then swallowed nervously, "Oh-Okay."
James took the full-bent pipe out of his jaw and handed it to the pig, business-end towards him. Rich sat for a moment, the warm bowl in his paw and nervously stuck the bear-spit wet stem into his snout.
"Go on. Puff," James ordered. "Don't inhale, just taste."
Rich shifted, sitting down to hide the hard-on in his pants, and took a tentative pull on the stem.
That's it," James said. "One more. Do you like it?"
Rich felt light-headed as the smoke hit home, the taste being nothing like the smell, but the image reflected in the mirrored polish of the desk being everything he'd imagined it'd be.
"Yeah, I could learn to like this," he said. "Now it's my turn. Truth or dare."
"Dare," James said, wondering what would happen next.
"I-I dare you to suck my dick," Rich stammered.
"What?" James asked.
"I said, 'suck my dick'," Rich said, taking another pull on the pipe and blowing the smoke out his nose.
"Are you sure?" James asked.
"Are ya gonna do it or..." Rich stopped as James pulled the office chair out from the desk and started un-buckling the pig's belt.
"A dare's a dare, Rich. But you'd better not cum in my mouth."
"Aaa.. Ohhh..." Rich grunted as the bear's muzzle hovered over then descended on his corkscrew.
James came up for air, "Keep that pipe lit, pig," he growled, going back down on the tasty meat of his friend.
Rich had been a virgin. His only experience had been with his own paw, and while he'd relieved himself in the shower that morning, he was a normal boy. What happened next seemed to happen in slow motion.
Rich grunted "Ja-James I'm go MISTER GRUHAM!" The door opened, a full-grown bear in overalls in the frame. The pipe fell from the pig's muzzle, twisting in slow motion, dumping hot ashes onto the bear in his lap. James started to pull back as the corkscrew porcine cock started to spurt, taking the first burst full in his open muzzle, the rest on his chest.
"Heh heh heh heh... Seems Ah should come home from werk early mo' often, boys, " the bear in the doorway chuckled.
"Don' jest stand there with yer maw open, boy. Swallow and go git yerself cleaned up. Then git back here while Ah decide what Ah should do."
James swallowed the thick porcine spoo in his muzzle, not sure about the texture and licking as the stuff seemed to coat the inside of his muzzle and headed to get cleaned up, trying not to think about what was in store for him when he returned.
"Now... Zip yer pants up boy. Ah admit, you've got ah nice hunk a meat thar, but yer too young fer meh," the bear growled.
Rich quickly zipped up his fly and buckled his belt. The bear picked the pipe up off the floor and stepped on the glowing ember of still-burning tobacco.
James, in the bathroom, rinsed out his muzzle, washed his face, and changed his shirt, before returning to his Dad's study.
"Git in har, James, and sit down. Now... I want ta' hear this story."
James took a deep breath, "Umm... we were just playing?"
"Uh-huh. Ah see. And yew somehow ended up with Rich's dick in yer muzzle and him puffin' on mah pipe?" Mr Gruham rumbled.
"Well, yeah Dad. I meant, we were playing truth or dare and Rich dared me," he started, then told the whole story.
"Now let meh git this right... Yes started playin' Truth or Dare and Rich first dared yew to smoke mah pipe? And then yew turned tha tables on him so's he dared yew to suck his dick an Ah came home at jest the right time?"
"Approximately," James said.
"I dun wanna hear it from yew, boy. An meant from Mister Stuck-Muzzle over der. Well, boy?" the bear asked.
"Yes, Mister Gurham. James said exactly what happened," Rich whispered.
"Speak up, boy. Ah didnneh hear yew!" the bear bellowed.
"James told the truth!" the porcine half yelled.
"That's better, boy. Now... Yer punishment comes first. Heh... Yew boys weren't doin' anythin' Ah haven't done, so's... Ah've got an idea.
"The real problem here seems ta be stealin'. Ya each stole th' use of mah pipe without permission."
Mister Gurham reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a leather pouch.
"Ahm gonna give you this pipe yew stole. An' another one. Yer Dad's a golfin' buddy of mine, so's here's how this is gonna werk.
You're gonna pay me back for mah gift by workin'. Yew start doin' odd jobs fer me, with James here, on Sunday after yer camping trip. Yer gonna have ta tell yer Dad about the pipes and Ah think he'll take care of th' rest."
The bear dropped the pipe that was on the floor and a second pipe into the pouch.
"Now go home. An if'n yew don' tell yer Dad, Ah will this weekend an' Ah'm sure it'll be worse for ya. Now git!"
Rich shakingly picked up the pouch and headed for the door.
"Now yew, boy," the bear addressed his son. "Yew got caught an' yew've gotta be punished too. Yer lucky yer Mom's not home. Now stand up!"
James stood up, knowing not to cross his Dad.
"Did yew get off, boy?" the old bear asked.
"No, Dad. I was going to make Rich return the favor next," James answered.
"Ah see... then this ought ta' work." The old bear rummaged in his desk.
"Now drop yer pants, boy. Yer boxers, too."
James dropped his pants and his Dad fit a rigid plastic tube over his flaccid bear cock, then chained the tube in place, wrapping it around his hips like brief underwear.
"That's a chastity belt, boy. Yer punishment, other than paying fer the pipes Ah gave Rich, is to go from now 'til yew head off to camp with Rich with it on. An it's porn night, boy!"
James found the rest of the night painful, being forced to smoke pipes with his Dad while watching porn.
The next morning, James stood naked in his Dad's study, waiting for the chastity belt to come off.
"Now git goin', boy," the bear said, pulling his son into a tight hug. "See yew on Sunday."
Outside, Rich waited for him and the two boys started off on their bikes. Rich looked a bit pale and blue. Setting up camp, the boys shared their stories.
"You got off easy, James. Dad was real steamed at first, and called your Dad. I don't know what your Dad said, but he locked me in the basement and came back with a box of cigars and a pound of pipe tobacco. He made me smoke until I got sick, then smoke some more. Then he hugged me, snagged a cigar for himself, and let me go to bed," Rich said.
James opened the last pack and gasped, "Rich. Look at this!"
In the pack was a note, two pipes, tobacco, a box of condoms, and a tube of lube. The note read,
'Boys. Both of us wrote this and while we're not thrilled you lied to us, you haven't done anything we haven't done. Use these, or not, but be safe, have fun, and learn to take it easy.' Signed by both of the boy's Dad's.