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Kevin groaned against the stuffy pillow underneath his head, squinting his eyes as the increasing brightness of the real world pulled him out of his dreams. Like most males his age, Kevin harshly rejected the idea of waking up, yawning, and rolling over to his other side with the intention of going back to sleep. It was Saturday, and like on most Saturdays, the young ovine didn’t intend to get out of bed before lunchtime.

As he rolled over, his nose brushed against something soft. Whatever he had bumped his snout against suddenly moved and Kevin could have sworn he heard a muffled murmur from somewhere by his feet. After a fierce, four-second debate with his inner self, the half-asleep bighorn ram opened his eyes.

It was a bear ass. The thing that he had accidentally poked his nose into. Kevin opened his yellow eyes to an enticing view of two voluptuous ursine cheeks squeezed by a jockstrap, further highlighting their firmness and shape. The round bear buttocks caused a couple more neurons to activate in Kevin’s male brain and he promptly flinched awake as soon as he realized what he was looking at.

The pair of big curving horns on Kevin’s head felt extra heavy as he raised it from the pillow and lazily rubbed his eyes with the back of his right palm. Another yawn snuck out of his muzzle before he shook his head and pushed himself into a sitting position on the squeaky mattress. He glanced at the alluring bear rump next to him, for a moment contemplating going along with one of his impulses and giving the fat butt a firm squeeze. But in the end, he didn’t.

Glancing at the foot of the bed, Kevin could see the rest of his brown-furred bedmate. Reality remained slightly hazy for the just woken-up ovine, and it took him a few long seconds to recognize, whose back, butt, and neck he was looking at.

“That’s right… I’m at Hudson’s house…”

Kevin let his eyes wander through the messy room around the bed, bits and pieces of the previous night coming back to him as he scanned it. The small TV facing the bed was on, displaying the stylized, gory menu for a certain zombie survival shooter. A pair of controllers lay on the floor between the bed and the TV along with two bags of chips and at least six cans of energy drinks; the youthful remains of a fun night shared by two friends. There was a pile of dirty laundry – Hudson’s – in the worn-out armchair in the corner of the room. Some more of the teen bear’s clothes, as well as Kevin’s garments, were strewn haphazardly all over the room. Kevin could spot his pants bundled up next to the TV counter and after a bit of searching also found his hoodie near the door. He was still wearing his t-shirt and boxers.

The room was stuffy and reeked of sweat, which was to be expected considering neither Hudson nor Kevin had taken a shower in between their intense gaming marathon and when they eventually went to sleep. Not that the bighorn ram was particularly bothered by the pungent musk of youth. He lacked the fingers to count the times he’d woken up in similar circumstances, surrounded by equal, or even greater stank depending on the season.

Stretching his arms briefly, Kevin soon swung his legs over the side of the bed. He moved his jaws and shuffled his tongue in an attempt to moisten his mouth, which he found uncomfortably dry along with his throat. Whilst summoning saliva, he reached for a can of GreenPower on the nearby nightstand, being disappointed to find the aluminum container light and empty of its label beverage. He leaned his elbows against his knees and sighed, resting his head on top of his palms while a brief fit of dizziness disturbed his sense of balance.

“I need to drink something…” The ram muttered, slowly rising onto his two feet once the dizziness passed.

Once he was secure of his footing, he advanced two steps to the room door, noticing a towel hanging from the smudged brass knob. A rogue thought slithered into his mind and he glanced back at his sleeping friend whose round, smackable ass was silently taunting him from on top of the sheets. The ursine cheeks did make for quite the tempting target to smack with a towel; well, anything really. After a while of deviously furrowing his brows and staring at the alluring bear-rear on the bed, Kevin once again opted not to disturb the other male’s sleep.

He turned the knob and quietly snuck out of the room.

It was quiet as Kevin descended the stairs into the well-lit and spacious living room of his friend’s house. Pale early-noon light poured in from the large glass doors leading out to the big terrace and back yard of the suburban dwelling, illuminating almost the entirety of the ground floor. Glancing through the thick panels of reinforced glass, Kevin saw the outside world covered in fluffy, white powder, courtesy of it having snowed the previous night. Although the sky was overcast, the presence of pure white snow made the suburban environment appear brighter than it actually was.

Kevin yawned and took a sharp right at the bottom of the stairs, heading for the kitchen which seamlessly merged with the rest of the house’s ground floor. He tiptoed his way across the squeaky hardwood floor, slipping his feet onto the smooth, dark tiles of the kitchen. The tiles were cold and a tremor of discomfort shook Kevin’s short ovine tail right above the lining of his boxers.

The male bighorn had always been fond of the spacious, minimalistically furnished kitchen at Hudson’s house. The vast rectangular space was lined with dark granite countertops from three sides. All the drawers and cabinets were made out of deep hickory-hued spruce, which was a nice contrast to the room’s modern layout, giving the whole space a more kitchen-y feel; at least in Kevin’s opinion.

The space was almost split in half in the middle by a high, rectangular table, its top made from marble, or something similar. There were six black stools surrounding it. Two large refrigerators stood on the right wall of the room while the adjacent countertop had a microwave, coffeemaker, and an electric kettle all in neat order. The stove and a peculiarly robust knife holder with an impressive array of blades were located on the back wall.

The entire kitchen was very clean, almost too clean considering it was mostly being used by a male in his late teens. Although Hudson wasn’t much of a cook and preferred to order takeout anyway, as far as Kevin knew. And given what the ram also knew about the bear’s family, it was not that surprising for the kitchen to see little use.

Strutting to the two intimidating refrigerators like he was at his own house, Kevin firmly wrenched the door of the left one open, strangely enjoying the cool air that washed over his half-naked body as a result. He squinted his eyes and peered at the contents of the fridge, seeking something to drink. His gaze lingered on a hefty piece of leftover pizza from the previous day until a bottle of iced tea caught his eye at the very bottom of the refrigerator door.

Kevin grabbed the bottle, stopped, shrugged, and also grabbed the leftover piece of pizza, the sight of which had made him a bit peckish.

Stuffing half of the cold cheese pizza into his muzzle, Kevin opened the cap on his recently acquired beverage and pushed the refrigerator door shut with his foot. Walking over to the table in the middle of the kitchen, he hastily chewed and swallowed the piece of food in his mouth, taking a long swig from the bottle of tea as soon as he reached the table. Lowering the bottle, he burped, sighed, and leaned against the smooth, cold tabletop that almost reached up to his chest.

“Morning!”

Kevin flinched and nearly choked on his second bite of pizza upon hearing the deep baritone voice rumbling its way to him from the living room. Forcing the cold piece of food down his throat, he stood up and turned towards the voice. A pair of intrigued but surprisingly kind eyes inspected him from the other end of the house.

A big male grizzly stood in the living room. Except simply denoting him as being “big” did a great disservice to the actual proportions of his body. The ursine male was huge, if not even worthy of being called a giant. Even upon his first glance of him, Kevin guessed the bear to be at least in the high inches over six feet in height. But it wasn’t merely his height that made the ursine with deep, chocolate-hued fur a giant; he also possessed the mass to match the description.

His shoulders were broad and sturdy-looking, just like his neck and arms, which could have made even the most active gym-goer feel intimidated. His pectoral muscles were bulging and weirdly, quite shapely for a male, barely contained in the white t-shirt that the big bear’s thick torso made look a size or two too small. Also testing the limits of the t-shirt was the bear’s gut, which was very ursine-ish in its proportions, being a bit on the chubbier side whilst not necessarily making the male carrying it worthy of being called fat. His hips and legs were also similarly proportioned, qualifying for the elusive definition of “thick” in the good, more youthful sense of the word. But as soft as the outer fat made them appear, Kevin didn’t doubt the bear’s legs being packed with as much strength as his upper body entailed. Like the bighorn ram, the bear wore nothing on his legs aside from a pair of white briefs; also diminishingly small compared to his furry body.

The colossal grizzly carefully stomped his way across the living room and towards the kitchen. Kevin could feel the reverberations from the ursine’s heavy footsteps at the bottom of his own feet as the bigger, older male lumbered towards him.

“G-Good morning!” Kevin coughed as the large bear entered the kitchen.

The bear yawned, stretching his robust, brown muzzle wide. A reflexive shiver of herbivore nature ran down Kevin’s back as he got a glance at the terrifying predator teeth in the middle-aged male’s mouth. Eventually closing his jaws, the bear lazily scratched himself by the gap between his shirt and underwear, subsequently stretching his arms and shoulders. The younger ovine could have sworn he heard the strained fabric of his shirt squeal in agony.

The giant grizzly’s gaze fell onto Kevin, who suddenly felt a whole lot smaller.

“...You must Calvin- No! Kay… Ker.. Kevin! Right? Kevin. Hudson’s friend.” The bear asked, inspecting the ram with curious eyes. Although his delivery was relatively awkward, his deep voice made his words sound oddly menacing.

Feeling the sudden need to be on his best behavior, Kevin quickly straightened out his posture and cleared his throat.

“Yes, sir!”

“Well it’s nice to meet you Kevin, I’m Robert! Hudson’s dad. Thanks for taking care of my son.” The bear chuckled and stuck out his right paw for Kevin to shake. His paw was just as huge as it had appeared from a distance. It was big enough to almost fully envelop Kevin’s own.

“From how often I’ve heard about you, I reckon the two of you have been friends for a longer while, right?”

“That’s right sir. Since second year in middle school!” Kevin replied, rigidly shaking the older male’s paw. The bear chuckled.

“Sir? Just call me Robert. Or Rob. No need to be formal with a teddy like me… By the way, I like your choice of outfit.”

Kevin chuckled awkwardly. This was the first time he had actually met either of his friend’s parents. Sure, he had caught a rogue glimpse of another bear when walking from the front door to Hudson’s room and back a couple of times but had never had a prolonged interaction with either of them. As far as the ovine knew, Hudson’s parents had been separated for a while. Hudson lived with his dad, who was a trucker by profession – the only thing Kevin really knew about him – and hence wasn’t around a lot. Him not being home was actually the reason why Kevin hung out at Hudson’s place so much. There wasn’t a teen alive who enjoyed parental supervision.

Robert was certainly built for his profession as Kevin could now see. Heck, he had a hard time thinking of another type of vehicle the big bear could fit inside with his hulking physique. Aside from his intimidating facade, Kevin’s first impression of the father ursine was somewhat positive. At the very least he didn’t appear uptight.

“So… You’re the same age as Hudson?” Robert asked, giving Kevin a last, inquisitive look before turning around and stepping to the fridge.

“Yeah! Nineteen. My birthday is a few months before his.”

“So around… July?”

“On the twenty-third.”

“No kidding? My birthday is on the twenty-third as well. April, that is.” Robert chuckled, opening the cooling kitchen appliance like its door weighed nothing. “Nineteen huh… You went to the same high school as Hudson?”

“I did.”

“Funny… I don’t recall seeing you at the graduation. Although, to be fair, I had just gotten back from a long haul across five states the night before. Probably slept for two hours before having to go to the ceremony.” Robert muttered into the fridge, searching for something with his eyes.

“I don’t remember seeing you there either. I can’t believe I missed a seven-foot bear in the audience. Guess I was just that nervous.” Kevin chuckled in response. His eyes scanned the older male’s sturdy back, inspecting the big muscles visible against the taut white fabric covering them.

Kevin went back to take a bite of his pizza while Robert searched the fridge.

“A high school graduate… That’s great… Got any plans for the future?”

“Mfhhh~ Nothing special I suppose… I was thinking about having a gap year and applying for college next Augus-” Kevin nearly choked on the cold pizza again.

Returning his gaze onto the bear, Kevin was greeted by a bodacious view of the older male bent over in front of the fridge, his gigantic dad rump stuck out towards him in all its meaty glory. From the front, it had been hard to tell just how voluminous the big bear’s behind was. Seeing it like this, jutting out defiantly over the middle-aged male’s thighs all round and plump as its owner was bent over searching for something from the lower shelves of the refrigerator was certainly a sight to behold. The small pair of white briefs on Robert’s buttocks were working overtime trying to contain his meaty cheeks which were more than happy to spill out from underneath the restraining fabric, the elastic lining of which ferociously dug into the fat of the massive bear mounds. Getting squeezed so tightly by the small piece of underwear somehow made the shape of the older male’s gargantuan backside even more pronounced and enticing to look at.

Like father, like son…

Kevin thought, coughing into his fist as he recovered from laying his eyes on his second, fat bear ass since waking up. Not that Hudson’s ass was anywhere in the same realm as his dad’s. If the younger ursine rocked a formidable cake on his glutes, his dad possessed the entire bakery, maybe even two if Kevin was being honest. Robert’s rear end was massive and the ram found it difficult not to stare at its furry curves. He was so struck by seeing it that he didn’t even realize the bulge at the front of his boxers growing in size.

“Mmhmm~ Sounds like a solid plan. Pursuing higher education is a noble goal and the smart thing to do.” Robert muttered over his shoulder, peering deep inside the fridge whilst carefully shifting his weight from one leg to another.

Kevin watched the round ursine orbs wobble up and down accordingly.

“Do you already have a school and subject in mind? I know Hudson’s had his eyes on a few of the nearby colleges… He’s got a scholarship for hockey so he can pretty much get to any school that has a team. But I’m sure you know that already.”

“Umm… Y-yeah! I’m kind of torn between Ellisville Tech and Riverton Uni. I thought I would major in electrical engineering, and those two have pretty lauded faculties for that subject. Hudson has also been looking into Riverton since they have a top-notch hockey program. We thought it would be fun to attend the same university.” Kevin explained, trying and failing to keep his gaze off the juicy ursine dumper wobbling a few feet in front of him.

“Haha~ I don’t doubt it!” Robert chuckled, soon muttering something under his breath. “Where the hell has that boy stuffed them this time…”

Kevin hastily averted his eyes from the elder anthro’s voluptuous rump as Robert straightened his back with a groan. Giving his thick neck a brief stretch, the giant bear closed the first refrigerator, promptly continuing his search inside the second one, opening this one as easily as the first.

“Riverton U… That’s not too far from here, is it?”

“Not at all. It’s just across the state line to the east.”

“Thought so. I’ve driven through the place a few times. Seems like a nice college town.”

The kitchen trembled with another ursine groan as Robert abruptly lowered himself to a squat; a feat not many males his age or physique could perform as deftly or elegantly as he did. The front of Kevin’s underwear twitched again as he witnessed the bountiful bear buttocks take on another incredibly eye-catching position. Once more, the young ram could hear the fabric stretching around the giant ursine’s physique. The small white briefs barely holding together climbed an inch or two into his crack from both sides, allowing more of the meaty bear ass to spill out. Just witnessing it made Kevin lean back against the table and prompted the reflexive urge for him to wipe sweat off his brow, and he wasn’t even sweating. Yet.

This time the swelling of his bulge did not go unnoticed. Still, as much as he enjoyed the mixed emotions the gigantic bear posterior spawned in him, Kevin couldn’t help but think something was missing. The longer he kept his eyes glued to the heavy bear cheeks, the more the strange feeling began to bother him.

“Ah! Finally!” Robert groaned, sticking his paw at the very back of the bottom shelf of the second fridge. A moment later he stood up, holding a carton of almond milk and a probiotic yogurt drink. Both items appeared laughably small in his paw.

“So you’re not into sports like my son? Since you’re going to study engineering.”

For the first time in a while, Kevin’s eyes met with Robert’s. Had the bear been a split second faster at turning his head, he would have caught the younger male absolutely devouring his fat, middle-aged ass with his eyes.

“I ummm…” Kevin shook his head while the older male moved over to the coffee machine. “No, I suppose I’m not.” He chuckled awkwardly. “I did play some soccer in middle school… And I have been hitting the gym with Hudson of course. But I’m mostly just content staying in shape. I don’t care for the competitive side of sports that much.”

“Understandable… Hudson has always been competitive. And he’s gotten quite far with hockey thanks to it. But still… Betting your future in sports can be a gamble. Studying for a real profession would be the more rational thing to do, but as far as I am concerned that boy is free to do as he wants.”

The coffeemaker began to make noise as Robert turned around. The brown-furred male casually leaned against the granite counter and pierced the aluminum wrap on his yogurt drink, downing the small beverage in one go. He stared at Kevin, his broad chest slowly rising and falling inside his strained t-shirt. The expression on his muzzle was calm and somewhat coy. His thick brows were slightly furrowed.

Kevin directed his eyes elsewhere, finishing up his pizza whilst being inspected by Robert. The big bear was staring at him so intensely that he briefly wondered if he had gotten caught staring at the elder male’s behemotic behind.

The coffeemaker kept whirring.

Being stared at by a predator the size of Hudson’s dad tickled some ancient prey reflex within Kevin and he started to get nervous. His heart began beating faster and he started to sweat despite wearing practically nothing in a relatively cool kitchen.

“You know… That’s quite the impressive rack you’ve got there.” The bear eventually spoke, nodding towards Kevin’s robust horns.

“...I-I could say the same to you.”

The words simply slipped out of the nervous ovine’s mouth. The echo of the poor joke within his head made Kevin internally grimace with disgust. He tried to cover up his blunder with a nervous chuckle.

Robert juggled his eyebrows, staring at the slightly blushing youngster. It took the bear a second to figure out Kevin was talking about his chest, which in all fairness was amply proportioned. After a long moment of silence, the bigger anthro drew a wide smirk onto his brown muzzle.

“...A little cheeky aint’cha? Can’t say I dislike that…”

Kevin’s inner self let out the mother of all exhalations of relief while Robert turned around to pour himself a cup of coffee as the maker finished brewing with a resounding click. The young ram’s gaze once again fell onto the ursine’s enormous rear mounds and the underwear which had climbed ever higher into the valley in between the furry globes. It was up to the point where the bear could not have worn underwear at all. Kevin could feel his heart climbing upwards inside his chest as Robert groaned and casually dug the index finger of his right paw into the lining of his briefs, fishing it out from the deep chasm between his cheeks. The elastic fringe of the stretched underwear snapped against Robert’s right cheek whenever he let go of it. The sound it made was like the lash of a whip in Kevin’s adolescent ears. The round, furry mass next to the fabric quaked and wobbled in an almost exaggerated fashion.

Kevin drew breath, trying to drown out the sensual sensation of warmth within his own underwear. Surely the giant bear was just teasing him at this point. That or the universe just loved fucking with him.

“So… Kevin…” Robert growled, fixing his briefs around his other cheek as well before eventually turning around with a cup of almond-milk-spiked coffee in his paw. “You got yourself a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend? Someone who would miss you when you left for college?”

“Uuhhh~ N-No! Not right now.” Kevin cleared his throat, once more faced with the older male’s inquisitive stare. “I did go out with a few girls during high school. Nothing serious, just kids fooling around, you know.”

“Figured,” Robert replied, taking a sip from his cup. “A handsome guy like you would definitely have plenty of takers.”

Kevin smiled awkwardly at the compliment.

“I take it you’re not a virgin then?”

The middle-aged bear’s question was spoken almost too casually. Kevin couldn’t do much else than just blankly stare at the ursine and his questioningly raised right eyebrow as the conversation took an embarrassing turn.

“No… I have done… It once or twice with my last girlfriend. But I can’t really say I’m that experienced either.” Kevin spoke in a slightly quieter voice, avoiding looking at Robert’s eyes. Naturally, his gaze fell toward the bear’s hips.

“Were you with her for long?”

“Ummm… I think we dated for… Four months I would say. From last February to the middle of June.”

“Huh…? And you only did it once or twice? When I was in high school all the couples in my class were fucking almost daily. Especially the senior year. When everyone began developing their adult urges, things could get real hot real fast. Hell, it was rare not to find a pair of students shagging in their car in the parking lot in the middle of the school day.”

Without him even really noticing it himself, Kevin’s gaze had trailed down to Robert’s underwear; the front this time. This side didn’t appear to be under nearly as much strain as the other one and the briefs sat on the bear’s hips quite nicely. Almost too nicely. Kevin once more got the feeling that something was missing from his view of the giant ursine’s lower half. There was something in the way the fabric pressed into the middle-aged anthro’s crotch that argued with Kevin’s inner logic.

It took the bighorn ram an embarrassingly long while to figure out what it was, but eventually, it clicked. There was no bulge. Robert’s crotch crotch was completely flat. Kevin had to do a double-take when he finally noticed. From the bear’s lower abdomen, all the way down between his legs, the underwear displayed no visible deformations, especially one shaped like a set of male genitals.

Kevin was stunned. For a male the size of Hudson’s dad, he had naturally assumed he’d be in possession of a massive package and yet there was nothing to be seen on the front of his underwear. The ram almost wanted to pinch himself to see if he was still sleeping upstairs next to his friend.

But as surprised as he was about his discovery, he was also strangely intrigued. If Robert didn’t have a big old bear cock and balls to match then he must have had…

“There must have been a reason why you and your girlfriend weren’t doing it… Mind if I ask what it was?”

Kevin barely lifted his gaze from Robert’s hips. He knew he was being watched by the bigger male but his own curiosity and the conversation somehow made him forget that he was.

“Was she an ovine like you or perhaps…?”

“She was a… Golden retriever.” Kevin muttered, feeling his heart skip a beat as one of Robert’s big bear paws slipped down and began playing with the lining of his briefs. It was difficult to describe the careful dance of his finger on the white fabric as anything other than extremely suggestive.

“S-she was a golden retriever and… Truth to be told she was kind of… Petite. Small. Her entire body was…”

Kevin barely blinked as he stared at the big ursine’s groin. Robert’s fingers sensually circled the area of his pubic mound – where his male bulge was supposed to be – tracing up along the fringes of the white briefs, occasionally slipping inside the cotton cloth. Kevin watched with bated breath as the index and middle finger of the bear paw were hooked into the leg bands of the male underwear, subsequently squeezing the empty pouch between them into a narrow strip which only barely covered whatever lay a few inches below. The mischievous finger then dragged the narrow strip from side to side, teasing Kevin with the promise of a glimpse of whatever the fabric hid behind it.

“I see… So you were…”

“Y-yeah!” Kevin raised his voice, tearing his eyes away from Robert’s briefs against his will, realizing he was starting to get hard and fast. “We weren’t that compatible physically. She said it hurt whenever we did it so eventually we just kind of settled on hand stuff and oral.”

“...But that wasn’t enough for you in the end,” Robert growled in a voice even deeper and huskier than his normal tone.

“Nor for her,” Kevin muttered, fighting the urge to peek at the seductive moves of the older male’s paw. “In the end, we decided to call it quits. Wasn’t… Meant to be.”

“Clearly it wasn’t…” Robert huffed, abruptly yanking his paw upwards, forcing the fabric between his legs into the unmistakable form of a cameltoe. A particularly fat one at that.

Kevin’s heart skipped a beat. Suddenly the front of his boxers felt uncomfortably constraining.

“All males need a partner capable of satisfying their rut… Although for one’s as well endowed as you, finding that kind of partner may prove to be a problem.”

Hearing the deep, menacing growl rumbling up from the older anthro’s throat snapped Kevin back to the present. Glancing down at his crotch, the ram could see an incredibly feisty tent being pitched inside his dark boxers. Although it was arguably way too late, he reflexively tried to cover his front.

“Looks like someone’s got morning wood.” Robert chuckled, licking his dark ursine lips. “Why don’t you let me take care of that…”

The behemothic bear covered the distance between himself and the flustered young ovine in two steps, assertively entering Kevin’s personal space without missing a beat. Kevin’s back pressed against the table as the bigger male leaned against him with his superior body mass, being very conspicuous about shoving his big grizzly tits onto the younger herbivore’s face. Before Kevin even realized it, he had been pinned in place by the hulking predator.

Kevin could see both of Robert’s big nipples poking through his shirt mere inches away from his muzzle which was firmly pressed into the bear’s cleavage. The big brown paws were pressed against the tabletop on both sides of Kevin’s torso, the trunk-like arms of the ursine trucker blocking all conceivable exits for the teen ram. There was a lingering scent of old sweat wafting off the older male’s fur. Something soft was rubbing against Kevin’s concealed erection. He could feel the reverberations of the lusty, playful growl against his nose before the sound ever left Robert’s maw.

“Don’t act surprised…”

Kevin shuddered from the older anthro’s deep voice.

“Did you expect you could just ogle at a grown bear’s ass in his own house and get away with it? Though I wouldn’t notice?”

A fierce sensation of pleasure shot through Kevin’s body as Robert pushed his thigh against his bulge, sensually grinding it against his crotch.

“You should never underestimate a bear’s nose. I could smell that you wanted to fuck me when I first flashed my rump your way. Your gaze wasn’t that difficult to notice either. It’s been a while since someone has admired my assets with such passion.”

A surprised ovine moan was muffled into a giant pair of male bear boobs as one of Robert’s paws abruptly cupped the bighorn between his legs. Kevin gasped for air as the giant fingers he had seen playing with the bear’s underwear began sensually groping, stroking, and caressing his cock with only a thin layer of fabric in between them. The older anthro’s touch was rough and greedy but Kevin’s body enjoyed it nonetheless.

“Us truckers often develop a good sense of smell for cock specifically. The routes are long, company is hard to come by, and one’s paw can only bring about relief to an extent. The longer you’ve spent on the road the better you can sniff out prime cocks. Personally, I can smell a good dick from five miles away. And right now boy… You are fucking reeking of good dick.”

Kevin moaned into Robert’s chest as the bear’s burly fingers deftly snuck inside his boxers, starting to explore his ovine genitals directly. The thick, furry feelers gently curled around his shaft, giving it a quick tug or two before delving deeper down his crotch to grope at his nuts.

“Fuck… I knew you goats were packing but damn…” Robert growled as he fondled the younger male’s balls, juggling them on his fingers to get a proper feel of their shape and weight. “That’s a pair of stud tanks if I ever groped ones… Fuck, I’m already starting to leak.”

There was nothing for the nineteen-year-old ram to do but stand still as he got his goods groped by his friend’s lusty dad. A part of him still couldn’t believe this was even really happening. The elder anthro’s musk was starting to envelop the air surrounding his muzzle. The odor of old, manly sweat had quickly gained a strong side flavor which seemed to really drive Kevin’s reproductive urges toward the roof; a strangely sweet but acidic kind of aroma. Trucker breeding pheromones. As the huge bear paw moved back up to jerk off his shaft, Kevin felt nothing but immense pleasure from the forced stimulation.

Kevin flinched as Hudson’s dad took a step back and pulled the erect, throbbing ram phallus out from inside his boxers. Both males instinctively looked down between them where the uncut, teen breeding baton throbbed at nearly ten full inches of length; an admittedly impressive size for a nineteen-year-old.

An extremely lusty, extremely satisfied ursine growl rumbled throughout the kitchen.

“God fucking damn kid… Big, fat breeder nuts and a grower to boot?” Robert smirked, his dark ursine nose eagerly sniffing the scent of Kevin’s arousal from the air. “This…” He murmured, firmly grasping onto the younger anthro’s cock. “...Is what the folks in my profession call “a jackpot” if it gets stuck through the hole in the bathroom stall. The perfect thing to scratch the itch within a trucker’s cunt.”

Kevin gasped and trembled as Robert started jerking him off again. A few beads of pre drooled out from his tip as the powerful bear paw passionately milked his young malehood. His instincts prompted him to weakly thrust into the middle-aged ursine's grasp as the pleasure of the enthusiastic handjob began slowly taking over his body.

He was completely powerless to resist when Robert’s second paw grabbed him by the wrist and promptly guided it over to the bear’s groin. Kevin experienced an intoxicating rush of excitement and embarrassment as his fingers came into contact with the fabric covering the bigger male’s nethers. The area was incredibly warm and slightly damp to the touch, responding to the caress of Kevin’s fingers by throbbing eagerly. The ram could feel the unmistakable outline of a vulva against his fingertips.

“Surprised?” Robert growled, pressing the younger male’s palm against his crotch. “The expression you made when you found out earlier turned me on so much. I almost pounced on you right there and then.”

Kevin moaned as a long snake of pre jumped out from his cock, its explosive exit coaxed by the accelerated movement of the bear’s left hand on his member.

“Lucky for me you youngsters only have one thing on your minds… A pussy is a pussy. Everything else is optional.”

More moisture seeped into the fur on Kevin’s fingers as the horny bear dad rubbed himself with his hand. For one reason or another, he was crazy turned on by Robert’s advances and soon enough he began to move his hand on his own. He was incredibly intrigued by the enormous bear pussy hiding from him inside the older male’s underwear.

His interest did not go unnoticed. Without missing a beat, Robert pulled his underwear to the side, pushing Kevin’s fingers to make direct contact with his cunt. A frightening set of ursine teeth flashed just at the top of Kevin’s view as his older partner grimaced from pleasure.

“This is what you wanted, right? A big, wet manpussy to play with. I bet you won’t have any trouble stuffing your cock in here. Come on… Give it a quick go. Finger my fat… Dad… Cunt.”

The words thoroughly soaked in desire made Kevin act without thinking. Firmly cupping his hand over Hudson’s dad’s crotch he boldly pushed his middle and ring finger upwards, into the moist, fleshy caress of the old bear’s sex. Robert huffed and tightened his already strong grip on Kevin’s member as the ram carefully spread out the hungry ursine cockmuncher, feeling something wet dripping onto his palm from within. The insides were hot and dangerously slippery, appearing more than keen on sucking on more than just two of the young ovine’s fingers. The soft vaginal walls trembled and clenched around Kevin’s feelers as he slowly dragged them back and forth between Robert’s thick lips. The male bighorn felt like if he wasn’t careful, the gaping crevice would simply devour his fingers whole, if not his entire hand with them, with how voraciously it attacked the current prey it had in its jaws.

Even without Kevin playing with the giant ursine pussy, Robert was incredibly wet. Had Kevin not known better, he would have said this particular bear was in heat.

A deep ecstatic growl echoed around the kitchen.

“That’s it! We’re fucking!”

Relinquishing the younger male’s twitching malehood from his grip and somewhat reluctantly pushing away Kevin’s hand, the tall bear dad pulled down his underwear with astounding swiftness. Having relieved the small piece of clothing from its heavyweight duty, he promptly kicked it off his feet, landing the briefs just in front of the left refrigerator.

Kevin’s herbivore reflexes made him freeze in place as the big, hungry predator subsequently lunged at him with wild eyes. The spike of adrenaline was so fierce his memory cut out for a few seconds. When he came to, something hot and wet was pressing against the top of his shaft as well as the side of his muzzle. The familiar scent of black coffee tickled his nose. Opening his eyes, he could see directly inside Robert’s gigantic maw while the bear sensually dragged his tongue all over his face. The shocked ovine’s cock throbbed against the swollen lips of the giant bear pussy, and the sopping wet male vulva responded in kind.

In two different senses of the word, Kevin felt like he was about to be devoured. He knew he was going to be devoured.

But to Kevin’s surprise, Robert stopped. He wondered why until he heard a familiar set of footsteps descending the stairs in a lazy rhythm. Hudson had woken up.

“What a drag…” Robert growled, promptly grabbing Kevin by the collar of his shirt.

Dazed with a full house of different emotions ranging from panic to immense arousal, Kevin did not even realize what happened. All he knew, was that he somehow ended up being pushed onto his knees by the end of the kitchen table and had Robert’s drenched ursine cunt shoved against his muzzle. The soft, furry lips of the mature trucker crevice greeted his mouth with a sloppy kiss, slathering half of his face with its pungent juices.

“Fuck…” Robert groaned, unable to stop himself from grinding his cooch against Kevin’s mouth. “I reckon you don’t want to get caught by Hudson. And as much as I would enjoy the look on his face, I don’t want him to catch me screwing his best friend either. Best you hide between my thighs until he leaves, understand?”

Kevin didn’t respond. But both he and Robert knew he had no other options.

“Grrhhh~ And while you’re down there you might as well make yourself useful. It’s been a while since someone munched my pussy up properly... Your second breakfast is served. Eat up!”

Kevin was still coming to terms with the tangy flavor of a middle-aged bear cunt and its voluminous discharge when his ovine ears picked up a familiar voice from the living room.

“Oh… You’re home.”

“Huh? Is that the way to greet your old man? I couldn’t even get a ‘good morning’ from my son?”

There was a brief silence between the two bears, who both possessed equally big personalities. Now Kevin knew where Hudson got his.

“...You’re up pretty early. I usually don’t see you up before two pm after you’ve come back from a haul.” The younger bear continued, his feet soon stepping onto the tiles of the kitchen floor. The very same tiles underneath Kevin’s knees.

“I could say the same to you. Usually, you only crawl out of bed in the afternoon on Saturdays.” Robert replied, casually sipping on his coffee while leaning against the kitchen table at a nearly ninety-degree angle thanks to his height. “I got home a bit earlier than I thought so I was able to get more sleep than usual. Plus… I smelled something delicious from the kitchen so I had to get up.”

Kevin could feel Robert shifting the weight on his hips. His muzzle received a few stout nudges from the plump bear genitals. Interpreting from lusty ursine dad, it was most likely an order to get to work.

His heart beating from both the panic and perverted exhilaration of eating out his friend’s dad just a dozen feet away from him, Kevin opened his mouth and gave the lagoon of ursine lust a careful lick with his tongue. The bear vulva pleadingly throbbed against his lips as he scooped up the slick nectar with his ovine taster, promptly drinking it down his throat while its raunchy taste danced on his tastebuds. Kevin saw the older male tensing up the muscles on his lower body, but other than that, there was no greater reaction. At least nothing that would have given away what he was doing.

“...Have you seen Kevin?” Hudson asked after another small pause.

“That handsomely-horned friend of yours? Yeah, I bumped into him here a minute ago. He was having some breakfast. Seemed like a nice, polite boy.”

Robert took another sip of coffee, inconspicuously rocking his hips back and forth to drag his pussy all over Kevin’s tongue which was slowly but surely delving deeper inside him. There was more tense silence between the father and son, during which Kevin boldly opened his mouth wider, latching onto Robert’s leaky man crevice in accordance with his desires. He began to make out with the middle-aged male’s lower lips, passionately sucking on his toasty trucker clam while teasing the insides of his entrance with rapid licks.

Robert muffled a growl into his coffee cup.

“...And?” Hudson asked, audibly frustrated. “Where the fuck is he now?”

“He went to the bathroom,” Robert grunted, keeping his grumpy facade surprisingly well considering how hard his cunt was gushing into Kevin’s muzzle. “I reckon he might be in there for a while. I didn’t mean to peek but it looked like he was struggling with some stubborn morning wood, if you know what I mean.”

Kevin could picture the older bear mimicking masturbation with one of his paws.

“Probably couldn’t handle seeing my fat ass so early in the morning. I’ve seen males his age pop a boner for less.”

Hudson groaned with frustration and Kevin could picture the younger male rolling his eyes like he had often seen him do when a similar groan was voiced. Robert shifted his hips once again, putting more weight onto Kevin’s mouth which continued to work his thrumming trucker valley.

The young ram was really starting to enjoy himself in between the mature bear’s thighs, tongue-kissing the damp ursine chasm with growing enthusiasm. The ample wetness within was his to drink, almost by the mouthful as each vertical lick across the meaty cunt canyon made Robert leak like a waterfall. The taste had also grown on Kevin, and every time he swallowed the lewd breeding fluids his erection throbbed anxiously, occasionally squirting pre over his own thighs. The scent by Robert’s groin was indescribable.

“How many times have I told you to keep your pants on inside the house? You shitty exhibitionist.” Hudson groaned, having noticed the older bear’s underwear on the floor. “At least tell me you took them off after Kevin went to the bathroom.”

“Can’t a bear air out his own gearbox in his own house?” Robert asked nonchalantly, forced to take a deep breath from Kevin dining on his cunt so passionately.

“No one wants to see you flashing your middle-aged trucker cunt all over the place.”

“I don't know… Your friend was looking at me quite intensely when I came to get my coffee…”

“Ugh, whatever!” Hudson groaned, walking over and grabbing the opened bottle of ice tea from the kitchen table, only three measly feet from Kevin’s hiding spot. “You better put those back on before he gets back.”

“Sure, sure!”

As Hudson’s footsteps slowly disappeared back into the staircase, a deep, long-winded sigh rolled off Robert’s lips. A few seconds later Kevin’s drenched muzzle emerged from between the aroused ursine’s legs and a sturdy paw grabbed him by his shirt collar again.

Everything around Kevin smelled of bear sex as he was forcibly dragged across the kitchen floor with fast, heavy steps. He had barely regained his wits before Robert’s powerful arms shoved him against the wall just outside the living room. He was out of breath and his cock felt like it was on fire.

“F-Fffffffuck, kid! If I didn’t know any better I could have sworn you wanted to get caught.” Robert growled, taking a long, hot lick along Kevin’s neck, all the way up to his chin. The young ovine once again served a frightening view of a grown male bear’s toothy maw, but he was too aroused to feel shocked from seeing it.

A feeble moan got muffled inside the bear dad’s monstrous maw as he aggressively thrust it onto Kevin’s own, giving the young ram a kiss the likes of which he had never experienced; the kiss of a greedy predator. Kevin’s instincts made him struggle against the bigger male’s firm grip as his muzzle was literally almost devoured by the bigger male, who passionately licked the entire area of his ovine face drenched with ursine cunt nectar. He had no way to resist as the strong tongue burst inside his mouth, reaching deep into his throat while caressing his own taster with unbridled desire. It was rough, it was forceful and it felt so fucking good.

It was a sheer miracle that Kevin didn’t cum from Robert’s hjeated kiss. When the old bear finally retracted his jaws from around the other male’s muzzle, Kevin’s dick was already spasming and squirting pre like it wanted to burst; which it very much did.

“...My cunt… Is just about dying to get fucked right now… And since you did such a… Stellar job eating me out… I figured I would milk your huge teen cock with my pussy…” Robert rumbled in between heavy breaths, his broad chest nearly bursting out from inside the taut fabric of his shirt with how heavily it heaved.

“I take it you don’t have any objections?”

Unable to think anything aside from how hard his cock was throbbing and the sweet, beckoning warmth radiating onto his twitching shaft from the older male’s groin, Kevin shook his head.

“Thought so…”

Kevin stood on his tiptoes against the wall as Hudson’s dad leaned his wide hips against his, sliding the younger male’s breeder into the triangular tunnel forming in between his heavy thighs and drenched groin. The agitated, ravenous bear cunt quivered against Kevin’s hard shaft, greedily caressing its entire length as Robert slowly moved his waist back and forth, getting one last appetizer of the smaller herbivore’s cock before devouring it whole. A stubborn, heavy scent of sex hung in the air around the two males.

“You ready…?” Robert growled, dragging his pussy up Kevin’s member so that his wet lips kissed the rock-hard helmet of the ramtastic cunt-tamer.

Every single hair on his nineteen-year-old body screaming for satisfaction, Kevin nodded his head.

“Sorry about your hips… But I’m already way past my limit.”

Before Kevin could engage his brain to try and figure out what the bear meant, a loud bleat of bliss and confusion was forced out of his mouth and into Robert’s pecs. His entire body rattled as the powerful trucker bear loins were slammed against his without the faintest idea of restraint and the flooding chasm on the adult ursine’s crotch devoured his meat in a split second. There was barely any friction between the big young cock and the mature male vulva as Kevin’s erection slipped inside the anticipating burrow of his best friend’s father.

Kevin wanted to bleat again, but the sensation surrounding his member rendered him completely breathless and he was simply forced to gasp for air as Robert’s manpussy kissed his groin. The hefty male figure of the giant ursine twitched against his own, more modest herbivore body as a palpable wave of arousal ran through the elder male.

Robert promptly slammed his palms against the wall just inches from Kevin’s horns and stifled a roar inside his muzzle at the very last second. The entire area of his chest shook with the powerful reverberations that sought to emerge from his throat.

“Fuckkk! That’s some good dick!” He huffed under his breath. Kevin could feel the walls of vaginal flesh tightening around his malehood, prompting his nuts to churn in desperation.

“I’ll milk you good… To the last… Fucking… Drop!”

Pinned against the wall by Robert’s round gut and bulging chest, Kevin couldn’t have protested even if he wanted to as the beyond-reason-aroused bear began pounding his fat trucker hips onto his teenage dong. The entire wall seemed to shake when Robert hammered his massive lower half onto Kevin, devouring every single inch of available ovine cock with lustful moans and primal groans of satisfaction. It was almost frightening at how immense of a pace the big ursine was able to buck his loins considering his age and the mass of his lower anatomy. Every single cock-milking, wall-shaking, pelvis-crushing thrust was fueled by a strong desire. Not a mere desire for satisfaction, sex or even just mating. It was a desire to be fucked like a sleazy, sweaty truckstop whore. A desire exhibited by someone looking to get knocked up and bred. It was present in each cock-devouring thrust.

Just half a minute of being sandwiched between a hard wall and a very lusty male bear left Kevin dizzy with pleasure. His hipbones were aching from absorbing dozens of full-forced, heavyweight slams from the opposing bear pelvis but he did not and could not care as his cock was in heaven. Robert’s cunt was gnawing at his erection with the ferocity of a starving bobcat, clenching and spasming around his sheep-stuffer like there was no tomorrow. The dad bear’s snatch was shockingly tight for a male as big as him. Whatever was Robert’s track record in casual sex, it didn’t seem to affect how his pussy handled dick. Or if it did, the effects were positive. If there was one thing not missing from the rough, animalistic act between the two, it was the lubricant. Robert was leaking at the rate of a broken fire hydrant, dispensing his slippery cunt secretions each time he slammed himself onto Kevin, wetting both his and the ovine’s lower halves in no time, thighs and lap included.

“Fuck! FUCK! Young dick really does hit different after such a long time!” Robert growled, drool dripping down his furry chin. “So energetic compared to what’s usually on offer at the truckstop… Just a little bit of humping and it's already getting ready to pump me full of swimmers… Mmmhhh… Fuck!”

The bear was not wrong. Kevin was speeding towards his limit like a runaway freight train. A violent, messy collision was just a matter of a few seconds at this point. There was no way he could have endured the kind of intense, heavy-duty mating the older male was capable of and willing to engage in. His hefty ovine sperm tanks were already preparing a fat load to serve Robert’s pussy, which was demanding a ram cum milkshake almost as eagerly as Kevin’s body was cooking one up.

“Someone’s trying to hold back… Not going to happen, son!”

Robert locked his hips against Kevin’s, switching from thrusting to grinding, barely losing any of the age-gapped mating’s intensity. His lower lips picked up the slack left by the stillness of his hips, milking Kevin’s ramrod with twice the passion and energy in the absence of assisting movement. Robert was adamant about getting his share of ovine seed to warm the insides of his cunt and he wasn’t the patient type. At this point, Kevin could have probably raised his feet off the floor and not dipped an inch lower with how tightly he was being pressed against the wall by Robert’s body.

“Here! You were staring at these earlier, weren’t you?” Robert huffed, hastily pulling up his stretched t-shirt to unleash his fat bear boobs directly onto Kevin’s face. A soft moan was immediately muffled into the male bear’s deep cleavage.

Although the chest pressing against his muzzle was undoubtedly a male chest, Kevin was

at that stage of arousal where his body didn’t discriminate against any type of breasts. Not to mention Robert’s pecs were exceptionally plump and shapely. How they felt wasn’t half bad either. The strong-scented, brown fur concealed beneath it a layer of surprisingly springy fat which pleasantly softened the firmness of the ursine’s muscular upper body. This magnificent blend of soft and hard made the trucker tits extremely appetizing to the touch as well as from a visual standpoint. They must have packed quite a bit of bounce whenever the bear was being fucked in a different position. Kevin could tell as much from how enthusiastically the pair already jiggled against his face from both sides.

Lost in the intense high of a close, impending ejaculation, Kevin abruptly found one of Robert's big, dark nipples brushing against his lips. No longer in control of pretty much any inch of his own, urge-driven anatomy, he obeyed the first instinctual impulse that popped into his mind and latched his mouth on the older male’s teat.

“That’s right son! Play with my fat tits while you fill my nasty, middle-aged trucker pussy! Give me a big fucking load right where it belongs.” Robert huffed, leaning onto Kevin with almost his entire body weight. “Come on! Daddy wants your honey in his pot!”

Kevin’s endurance finally ran out and he succumbed his mind and body to the blissful thrashing of the stormy sea of sexual satisfaction whilst being milked by his best friend’s dad. Berserk pleasure rippled through his body in hot, merciless waves as his hefty ovine testes were sucked up against his groin in swift reproductive reflex just a few milliseconds before the first semen serpent bolted out of his urethra. It was a good thing that he was pinned against the wall by Robert’s heavy body, as the ferocity of the sensation would surely have swept him off his feet otherwise.

A deep, dark growl resonated in both of Kevin’s spiraling horns as he unloaded a copious sperm bomb into the clenching depths of the other male’s sex. The ram’s shaft and scrotum pulsed in unison as his full seed reserves were drained at a record pace. The thick impregnation liquid burst out of his cock in big, messy spurts, each packing enough force for Kevin to feel their recoil within his loins. Each explosive outburst of ejaculate felt like a hard, pleasurable slap to his ovine face, flooding his mind with bliss, confusion, and relaxation over and over and over again to the point where Kevin almost became fully limp aside from his erection. Cumming this way felt so good it was nearly paralyzing. And he had only begun to pump out jizz a few seconds ago.

Robert’s breeding den throbbed and squirmed all around Kevin’s manhood, gorging on the plentiful young seed that was flooding the insides of the ursine sex tunnel. The strength at which the mature vaginal walls gripped the younger ram dick was enough to take one’s breath away, albeit Kevin was plenty out of breath just cumming inside it as it was. Something warm and wet got splashed all over Kevin’s crotch as the swollen cunt lips continued to make out with the base of his member, leaking lewd bear discharge by the bucketful. Not even in his hundreds of times of indulging in online adult entertainment had Kevin seen any female as prone to gushing and overall utterly wet as Hudson’s dad was. It was both hot and comfortingly reassuring. And it made Kevin cum that much harder.

The growling dad bear did not budge a single inch during Kevin’s orgasm, keeping the young ram squished in between himself and the wall while his lower half extracted every last drop of seed from his prey. It was hard to tell whether he came or not as his insides barely lost any of their rampant enthusiasm even after they had been served a full course meal of ovine jizz by Kevin’s cock. The overwhelming scent of an aroused bear cunt had, however, grown considerably stronger since they had started.

The few dozen seconds post-climax were a bit hazy for Kevin. He could remember vague images of being kissed by Robert soon after he had drained his balls inside him as the big, sharp teeth and salivating insides of a bear’s muzzle had naturally poked at his herbivore instincts. He remembered his testes aching from how fiercely they had been emptied as well as the bittersweet sensation of cold air caressing his shaft when Robert had eventually retracted his hips. Much of the rest had just been an ecstatic blur to him.

Whenever Kevin emerged from the sex-scented mist of uncertainty, he was down on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Something heavy was wobbling on top of his sore hips and the rhythmic creaking of the hardwood floor snuck its way into his ears. His cock was wrapped inside something warm, soft, and moist which kept sliding up and down the entire length of his shaft in the same rhythm with the creaking.

A strong spasm of pleasure shook the young ovine awake and Kevin promptly glanced down at his waist. He saw pretty much exactly what he had expected.

Rober was kneeling on the floor, his thick bear legs astride Kevin’s hips, slamming his giant trucker ass down onto his lap. Small grunts and huffs escaped his grizzly maw whenever his rear end collided with the male bighorn, adding to the overtly lewd sounds produced by his drenched pussy as it slapped against Kevin’s groin. His fat rump mounds bounced and wobbled in an almost hypnotic fashion as he threw them back with sheer desire for cock.

“Hmmm…? Did someone get a little harder just now?” He grunted, glancing at Kevin over his shoulder. Noticing the ram mindlessly staring at his wobbling cheeks, he gave the left one a firm open-hand slap.

“Hope you don’t mind that if I park my wide load dumptruck right here. Papa Bear needs to refuel his rig, you see.”

The middle-aged ursine cracked a desirous smile, continuing to ride the dazed ovine with impressive vigor. Kevin watched the plump lips of Robert’s pussy get dragged up along his shaft before the immense weight of his wide hips brought them back down to kiss his crotch. A few glimmering strings of what could only have been the dad bear’s pussy dew got stretched between their crotches every time the huffing ursine lifted his. It was hard not to get aroused by such a sight.

“Ahh~ Fuck! This is exactly why I love younger males…” Robert growled as Kevin’s cock throbbed inside him with increased vigor. “...They have almost endless stamina.”

Despite saying that, the big bear embodied the ‘endless stamina’ quite well himself, heaving his hefty buttocks up and down with energy that would have made a desperate stripper jealous. Adding a little twist to the relentless vertical motion of his hips, Robert fucked his son’s friend like a pro, wringing Kevin’s erect meat pole like he was in a hurry to get pregnant with a whole litter. There was no way Kevin could have fought against such a wanton display of desire. His genitals were already rushing to give the lusty trucker dad and his pussy what they wanted. It had barely been two minutes since he unloaded a huge load of jizz inside the lusty bear and now his body had already been coaxed to the edge of another – by the feel of it – equally messy ejaculation.

Robert was dangerously good at fucking. Especially when he had the advantage.

“Mmhh~ Fuck! Cumming again already? Go ahead! Pump some gas into daddy’s tank! I have plenty of room for another load.” Robert huffed, shaking his enormous behind from side to side before gyrating it, striking a decisive blow to Kevin’s endurance by the sudden full-circle stimulation of his young cock.

“Give it to me! Knock me up with a couple of cubs!”

Kevin grimaced from the fierce surge of ecstasy brought on by his second climax. The ursine cunt tightened around his length and caressed another ejaculation out of his cock, trembling with delight as the hot seed rushed into its thrumming folds. The pleasure was dizzying.

Robert roared as he orgasmed all over Kevin's lap, welcoming his second dose of ram swimmers into his sex tunnel in explosive fashion. The fur on his groin got all but glued onto Kevin’s lap as another small flood of bear nectar oozed out from the gates of his cunt. This time the texture was a lot more viscous and sticky, so Kevin knew for sure the older male cum as well. Although having his fur stained with the more potent version of his trucker discharge felt a bit uncomfortable, the ram found it oddly enjoyable in the perverted sense. There was a little bit of pride mixed in with the pleasantness of it.

Almost as soon as the echoes of Robert’s roar had faded from the ground floor of the house, a familiar furry figure appeared from behind the corner. Before neither Kevin nor Robert could have even started to recover from their physically and mentally draining orgasms, they were already being gazed at by the stern, condescending eyes of the house’s other ursine resident.

Hudson stood before the pair of strange lovers, donning exactly the kind of face one would have expected from someone who caught their dad and best friend having wild sex between the kitchen and the living room. Although to be fair, his expression was less that of shock and more of annoyance. Kevin felt like the temperature on the ground floor had suddenly dropped by multiple degrees as Hudson’s cold stare met his blushing face. Robert didn’t appear to have much of a reaction to his son catching him with his friend.

The younger bear sighed, frowned, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Tell me… That you at least used a condom.” He muttered after a long and awkward silence.

“Why would I? Today’s a safe day… I think at least.” Robert replied nonchalantly, taunting Hudson by wiggling his rump around on Kevin’s lap for good measure.

Hudson sighed again, this time exuding even more disappointment from his body.

“...Didn’t you always say you wanted a little brother?” Robert chuckled. His dad joke went unappreciated by his frowning audience.

“...You better mop the floor. I could smell your old cunt leaking all the way to my room.” Hudson groaned, promptly turning on his heels and heading back upstairs.

“...I don’t know what the big deal is. He brings home a friend with a huge dick and expects me not to have sex with said friend? My son should know better.” Robert chuckled, carefully getting back on his feet. Kevin shuddered as his erect ram member slipped out from inside the satisfied bear. He was able to catch a small glimpse of his seed drooling out from Robert’s pussy before the elder ursine straightened his back and turned around to look at him.

“...But he’s also right. I should mop the floor.”

Looking around, Kevin couldn’t really make an argument for the opposite. There was bear juice pretty much everywhere around him. There was even some of it on the wall where Robert had forcibly milked him for his first load.

“But that can wait until we’re done taking a shower. God knows we both need one… It might get a bit cramped but I’m sure we will manage. What’s with that look? Of course, you’re coming in with me. There are some hard-to-reach places I need you to clean for me.”