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Summer Evening Confessions - Part 1

"Sooo... where we going?"

"Not sure yet, just driving till we see a nice spot to chill."

"Ok, fine by me."

Kris forced out a smile, and idly stared out of his side window. Seeing the reflection of his black, nearly purpleish wolven face always made him sad for some reason. Maybe it was because he thought he had a sad face in general. Maybe he just did not like his looks. No matter the reason, he tried to look past his reflection, and enjoy the rural outdoors zipping by.

"Paul, do you sometimes think about how your life would look right now if you were born somewhere completely different?" He turned towards Paul, the driver of the car, a big brown bear, whose red cap nearly touched the top of the car. The bear looked at his phone as he was driving, not reacting to the question at first. Then he put the phone down again and looked at the wolf.

"Where does that question come from? Yea, I guess. Sometimes I do. Kinda normal I think if you're born in such a shithole." Paul gave of a loud huff as he turned back facing the road, while moving his hand to pick up his phone again.

"You know you shouldn't," Kris hated his constant phone use. Not even while driving or when people talked to him did he put his phone down. As if he could feel Kris's thoughts, Paul put the phone down again.

Paul chuckled: "Sorrrry, I know, you're right. But I've got everything in my sights..."

"Until you don't," Kris replied sharply, and slightly upset. He focused his eyes on the rolling fields outside again. Meanwhile, Paul's hand moved down again, this time to pick up the cigarette pack and slide one out. He pushed one of his side buttons and the windows come down. Kris felt the warm summer evening breeze enter the old car, he closed his eyes for a second to fully immerse himself in it. It was one of these evenings where a certain smell lingers in the air. A smell that made Kris want to just go and relax next to a lake, listening to the cicadas while watching the sunset.

"Sorry," Paul said again, this time much quieter, as he flicked the lighter on and held it against his cigarette.

Another thing Kris hated was how the smell of cigarettes turned him on ever so slightly. He hated kissing people who smoke, but smelling it on their clothes or in the air, did something to his brain. He turns back towards Paul.

"Didn't you stop like three months ago?"

"I didn't tell you? Yea I did, but kinda fell back into it. But I'll stop again at the start of June," Paul answered very seriously.

Sure you will, Kris thought. The car made a hard left turn for which Kris wasn't prepared. His view changed from open fields and hills to a thick pine forest.

"Jesus," Kris let out, "please don't kill us." He cramped his hands around the tip of the armrests, holding on tightly.

"I think I've been here before with Charlie and Buck, it's super chill." Paul ignored Kris' comment. "Just gotta drive up a few hundred meters here." He drove much faster than what Kris felt an appropriate speed would be for driving in this dense forest, on a path barely wide enough for the car. Kris could feel himself starting to give of some nervous sweat.

"You sure you're even allowed to drive here?" Kris asks softly.

No reply.

After a very bumpy ride with Paul's head hitting the car ceiling multiple times, the car came to an abrupt halt.

"Perfect!" Paul cut his seatbelt loose within a second. "This looks like the perfect place to have some beers, no?"

The car was standing right at the entrance of a small clearing with a little hill hugging the left side.

"How about up there?" Paul pointed at the hill.

"Sure, looks cozy." Kris pressed the button to close the window and got out of the car as well.

"Jeez I'm disgusting" Paul let out.

Kris looked over the car, to see the entire back of Paul's black t-shirt covered with a massive wet spot on it, all the way from top to bottom.

"I didn't even notice I sweat that much." Paul shrugged.

A switch in Kris's mind got activated. Seeing Paul's sweaty back, he noticed how the blood rushes down his body, right into his private parts. He wanted to get close and smell the masculinity. Taste the skin under the shirt, and more. He tried to refocus and fight these feral thoughts. He's your friend, and you'll find a proper boyfriend to live out these fantasies, he thought. But he also thought, a quick sniff couldn't hurt.

"Nah, don't worry, I mean it's summer, people sweat. Beer's in the trunk right?" Kris hoped for Paul to go there first.

"Yup, let me just grab the chairs first, then you can carry up the beer." Perfect.

Kris walks slowly to the back, waiting for Paul to open the trunk. He moved behind him, slowly inching forward. As Paul bent forward to grab the chairs, Kris used the opportunity to get close to his shirt. His mind got clouded instantly. It smelt just like he imagined, like pure masculine bear musk. He felt his mouth water and a whole array of wicked images flash through his mind. He jerked back as Paul pulled out the two blue folding chairs, turning towards Kris.

"Did you... did you just sniff me?" Paul raised his eyebrows.

"What? No, I just, eh, my nose is still a bit stuffy from the cigarette smoke, you know?" Kris was a terrible liar, but the lie seemed to have been undetected, as Paul just laughed and walked towards the hill. Kris grabbed the two six-packs of slightly warm beer from the trunk, closed it up, and followed Paul. He could feel his cock filling his pants.

As the sun started to set, projecting eerily long shadows from the trees at the foot of the hill, the bear and wolf got to work on the last four beer.

"I know I shouldn't ask this, but it did always interest me. Do you mind?" Paul fumbled slightly embarrassed.

"I don't know what you're gonna ask but you do know you can always ask me anything." Kris was very relaxed after his first four beer.

"Well, you know how there are some girls in our group of friends, and you know how I do like Jess, even though she's also my friend and I would never want to risk changing that?"

"Sure, I remember that conversation," Kris was confused about where this question was going.

"Well I was wondering, you're gay and uhm..." Paul grew exponentially more embarrassed and his face started glowing like a tomato.

"Yeees?" Kris chuckled.

"Well, uhm, surely you do also have a favourite in our group no?" Both of them paused for nearly half a minute. "I'm sorry, I knew this was super inappropriate, sorry." Paul's whole body sunk in, feeling ashamed.

Kris knew this was risky territory, but the amount of alcohol in his blood made him more courageous.

"No no, not at all. I told you, you can ask me anything. Well who do you think I would be interested in?" Kris smirked at Paul and could see his relief.

"Oh thank god. So uhm, I think the most obvious one would be Jake. I mean he is huge, his tiger body is perfect, he looks like a brutal viking, I mean, that's your type no? And let me tell you, I've seen his cock, and I'm jealous." Paul's laugh echoed in the clearing.

Kris cleared his throat. "Yeah, he does have a perfect body and I'd totally let him fuck me. But he's not the number one." Instantaneously, Kris regretted that second sentence. He squinted his eyes as if in pain, praying for Paul to ignore it. He did not.

"Oh what, really?! Well you gotta tell me! I've got no clue. Rob maybe? Nah he's not your type at all." Paul shuffled his chair closer to Kris and trying to force his face into Kris's field if view.

"Tell me. You can't go back on it now! Just give me a sec thought, need to go for a piss."

The bear stood up and walked twenty meters away, let out a massive stream of processed beer, and walked back while zipping up his pants. He sat down and moved closer to the wolf.

Paul's face was now mere centimeters from Kris's. He could smell the cigarette breath. But more overpowering than that was the musk of his sweaty body. He couldn't hold back and just laughed. The situation was too overwhelming. He tried to turn away from Paul's face.

"You got to promise me it's between just you and me, ok?"

Paul just gave of a loud huff. "You kidding? Of course it is!"

"Well, what do you think if you knew that person well, would you try and convince them to give me a chance, or at least fulfill on of my fantasies?" Kris knew this was a crazy thing to ask, but he could not resist.

"Uhm, weird haha. But yea, I definitely would try, but don't get your hopes up, and also, it could make things a bit awkward, don't you think," Paul gave off a big grin.

"Well..." Kris could feel his heart pump on high-speed. "It's kinda... it's you."

Silence. Not the bear, nor the wolf gave off a sound. Paul's facial expression remained fixed, his grin even seemed to grow. Meanwhile Kris was staring at the ground, filled with embarrassment. This was the end of their friendship, he could feel it. Why was he this stupid, he thought. He felt a clump in his throat and had to fight against upcoming tears.

Then, Paul burst into laughter, but when he noticed no change in reaction from Kris, he stopped abruptly.

"Oh shit, you're serious. Oooo... kay. Uhm..." He did not know what to say, but he could see how the situation got to Kris.

"Well, uhm... don't worry. I mean, I did ask, so..." His voice got more nervous.

"We are both a bit drunk and, I mean, it's not the things you do that make you gay, it's about the feelings right?"

Kris was still silent, fighting against tears, but he was surprised by what he was hearing. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Paul continued.

"So... I'm sorry to be so direct, but, what would your fantasy be then? I mean, nobody's gonna hear about this, and as long as I don't have to take a dick up my ass, I'm kinda fine. God, I can't believe I'm actually saying this." Paul shook his head, letting out another chuckle.

Kris froze completely. Did he really just hear this? He looked up at Paul's face and was greeted by a friendly and genuine smile. He was not making fun of him but was serious. Nevertheless, Kris could never tell his fantasies to Paul's face. He did not want to see the bear's facial expression as he heard all of Kris's kinks spelt out in front of him. He had to say something, so he finally spoke up.

"Uhm you sure? I mean, you don't have to, you know."

Deep down of course Kris wanted this, but it would make everything so complicated, just for the short fulfillment of a fantasy.

Paul replied with a nod and then continued.

"I mean, the cat's out of the bag, so at least, while I'm drunk I can give you a fun evening."

Kris felt like his heart rate just kept rising. He nervously answered,

"I... I just can't look you in the eyes and tell you about the things going on in my head. You'd never want to talk to a pervert like me again!" Kris was sure that this was going to be the end of it. However Paul just went on.

"Easy. I close my eyes, I imagine it's a girl going down on me, and you just do your thing. How about that? Ready when you are." With that, Paul closed his eyes and stood up from the folding chair, waving Kris towards him.

"I'll be all quiet." Paul said.

Kris knew he was not gonna stop the bear now. Once he has a plan, he is not getting of track. With a deep and audible breath, the wolf finally stood up. His hands were shaking but a part of his brain was also immensely excited. He stepped in front of the bear. Paul just opened his arms in a motion to show Kris to start, and so Kris stepped close enough so he could feel the slightly bigger bear's breath blowing onto his forehead. Again Kris could smell the sweat on the massive bear's body. He was not muscular, but built very sturdily and his slightly chubby belly was as hard as a rock. Exactly Kris's type.

He finally put his hands on the side of the bear's t-shirt and slowly pulled it up. Paul raised his arms to allow it to move up and over his head. As soon as the shirt was over his head, his armpits were exposed. Slightly lighter than the rest of the bear's brown fur, big, sweaty armpit bushes appeared. Kris could immediately feel a reaction in his pants as the smell was picked up by his nose. He held the t-shirt up at that position for some time, forcing Paul to hold his arms up and finally got his courage together and moved his face closer.

His nose was now nearly touching the pits and he took a deep breath. His eyes rolled back from pure pleasure and his mouth started watering as if he had the most delicious meal in front of him. Then Kris finally put his tongue out. As it touched the pit fur, Paul flinched, but stayed silent. Kris let his whole tongue touch the sweet space and just savoured the taste. It was very salty but Kris loved every second of it. He then starts to move his tongue all the way from the hair on the side of Paul's chest, across the middle of the pit, onto some of the armpit hair that ran across the top of his upper arm. He involuntarily let out a little moan. Kris's cock was now hard as a rock and his precum was pushing through the fabric of his pants.

Acting like he hadn't had food in years, after the left armpit was saturated with his saliva, leaving only his own taste, the wolf immediately moved on to the other pit, running through as well, to get more of this delicious salty taste. He wished this could last forever, but soon after he started, the wetness of this pit was also only due to his saliva. Saddened by this he finally fully pulled away the shirt. Paul's face was there right in front of him, eyes still closed, but with a smile on his lips.

Kris wondered about what to do next. He went on his knees in the soft grass, face right in front of Paul's crotch. He noticed on several occasions in the past the massive bulge in the bear's pants, but he never saw it outside of its prison. With that thought, Kris slowly opened the zipper. Still no reaction from Paul. Kris was greeted by bright green boxer shorts. He took a sniff and he nearly let out a loud moan. It was even more overpowering than the smell of the armpits and it gave off the smell as if Paul jerked off recently. With its slightly sweet and salty odour, Kris could not wait to unpack what was inside. He was sad to see it was not hard already, but he thought, given Paul was straight, that was fair. He was certain however that he could change this.

As he pulled down the boxers and the jeans, a massive piece of meat flopped out. It was fifteen centimeters in length while still flaccid, and as thick as a cucumber. Kris had to hold back not to give out an audible gasp. It was uncut, just the way Kris liked it, and it was also slightly wet at the tip, most likely from Paul's recent piss. This was no issue for Kris as he moved his tongue to lick up the drops hanging off the foreskin. It tasted very bitter, but it just added to Kris's horniness. Again, as the tongue touched the bear's body, he twitched, and his penis did so too. Kris pushed his tongue into the foreskin and licked around the head. Finally the bear gave off sound.

"Oh fuuuck." That was all.

Kris continued licking inside the foreskin and it wasn't long till blood started rushing into the bear's cock increasing its size. Finally Kris took all of it in his mouth an he could feel how Paul was hesitant and moved back a step. However Kris just followed and moved closer. Paul could not keep completely silent anymore and gave off an occasional moan. Then Kris realised something. Once the bear would climax, it was all over and was never going to happen again. So he needed to first explore all his fantasies.