Date: Tue, 08 Sep 1998 13:42:39 PDT
From: Clancy Bear <bearwis@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bear Grease

Bear Grease
By: Clancy

	I looked at the clock for the hundredth time today and was rewarded
with only ten minutes till punch-out. I finished shutting down my computer
and was locking the desk when my eye caught movement in the doorway.
	"Shit!"
	My mind raced, trying to come up with an excuse for why I couldn't
work late today. After all, it was Friday, and today started the two week
long Thanksgiving vacation I'd been planning on for the last six months.  I
pretended to ignore the figure standing in the door, hoping it would just
go away.
	"Hey Clancy, you got a few minutes?"
	I recognized the voice at once. I should. The face and body that
goes with that voice has been my favorite jack-off fantasy ever since I
first saw them. With images of Mike dancing in my brain, I've spilled as
much cum down the shower drain as hot water.
	"Sure Mike, what's up?"
	"Well, I know this is kinda short notice, but do you have any big
plans for next week?" He said. "I sure could use a big favor."
	"I had planned..." I must have taken a bit too long to answer
because he jumped in and starting explaining.
	"You know that every year I go hunting on my land up north." He was
talking fast now, trying to get it all in before I could say I had plans.
	"Well, I've been meaning to ask for some time now but I just never
got around to it, and I was hoping you would like to come?"
	"I know you've done some hunting and it should be a pretty good
time."
	This last was said in one breath and then he just stood there,
looking at me, kinda red in the face.
	How could I say no? I'll tell ya!
	This was trouble waiting to happen.
	I know that if I tried to spend two weeks living in a hunting cabin
with this guy I'd wind up doing something stupid and ruining our
friendship, not to mention having the shit kicked out of me. Besides, he's
married with kids. I would just end up embarrassing both of us and probably
ruining this years hunt.
	But, on the other hand, look at him; 6'4", about 240 lb. of mostly
muscle, probably in his late 40's or so, dark auburn hair with flecks of
red in it cut in a flattop. His beard was full but kept closely trimmed,
and the sideburns were starting to go gray. A little patch of chin was also
graying with small streaks of silver in his full bushy `stache.
	His chest and arms were huge from chopping his own firewood and
spending a lifetime in the woods. Although he had a middle aged paunch
starting, it looked to be solid as hell. Dark auburn fur peeked out of his
collar all the way around his T-shirt, and I could tell that if he didn't
keep it shaved there would have been no break in hair from beard to
chest. Since he has always worn loose work clothes I've never had a good
look at him below the waist but my imagination has run amok.
	"Mike," I started, "I don't have any equipment, I sold my gun a few
years back. I haven't been hunting since I started working here ten years
ago."
	Pretty lame excuses. My head (the one between my legs) was saying
"Go, go"
	"Come on," he said, "If nothing else, you can be the cook."
	"Not on your life," I threw back, "one taste of my cooking and
you'll have me mounted just like one of your trophy bucks."  One head had
won, the other lost.
	Mike's face broke out into a big grin. "We leave for camp Sunday
morning, so you have all day Saturday to pack. Just bring your changes of
clothing and any outdoor gear you want. It gets pretty cold up in those
tree stands. Everything else is already at the cabin."
	"What about a gun?" I asked.
	"Don't worry," he grinned. "We'll fix ya up with a gun."
	"OK. I'll see you Sunday morning about . . . ."
	"About 7 a.m. No need to get up there too early."
	"Thanks Clancy," he said, offering me his hand. "I've been meaning
to invite you up for some time. I think it will be fun."
	Grinning that grin of his, and grabbing my hand in his big paw, I
said, "I do too, let's hope the hunt is successful and we both bag a buck!"
	Friday after work I had gone home in a bit of a daze. I don't
really remember actually saying that I would go. But, the next thing I knew
we were shaking hands, and wishing each other good luck!
	I couldn't get the feel of his hand out of my mind. It is a large
hand with cords and veins running across the back. Heavily callused with
short blunt fingers. Hair grew in a thick mat all the way down his arm
almost to his fingernails.
	That was the image I used to beat off with Friday and Saturday.
	I would pinch my nipples, and it would be his rough hands rubbing
through my chest fur.
	Placing the tip of my finger at my puckered hole I would shove
first one and then two fingers in and out. His fingers, hairy and rough,
pulling at my ass ring and then jabbing back in, scraping against my
flesh. Not that I had ever been fucked mind you, but there was something
about him...
	By Sunday morning I had convinced myself that I could handle being
cooped up with Mike all week without giving myself away. Six or seven
short, but intense, jack-off sessions had finally eased the pressure. If
things got too bad at camp I could always beat off in the woods while
hunting.
	"You ready?" Mike had pulled up in my driveway in a battered old
pickup. While he tossed my backpack and duffel bag in the back, I went
through a quick mental list to see what I had forgotten.
	Taking a quick but thorough look at him, I saw:
	Heavy leather boots, tight blue jeans, which had obviously been
worn a lot (the pocket and crotch area were almost white, with a sizable
worn area extending down his beefy right thigh), and a red flannel
shirt. The shirt had the sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons
undone. The third was straining to cover his chest and a dense forest of
fur was spilling out of the top.
	Oh Gawd! It was every gay man's lumberjack wet dream!
	"Hey, Clancy, lets get going. I'm as hungry as a bear and I know a
really good diner on the way."
	"Clancy!"

	"Ugh?" I came out of my trance with a start. "Oh, yeah, lets
go. I'm hungry enough to eat a bear!" I said, climbing into his truck, and
hiding my bulging crotch with my jacket.
	The morning ride and breakfast was filled with small talk and I
began to feel more at ease. Mike was a happy, cheerful bundle of energy.
Beating on the steering wheel in time to the radio, occasionally bellowing
off-key snatches of a favorite song. By the end of the four-hour trip I
felt like I had known him all my life, and the tenseness I always felt
around him was replaced with a warm glow of friendship.
	"Well here we are." Mike said, as we turned off the highway onto a
dirt logging road.
	About two miles of dense pine forest later we stopped in front of
his little log cabin, placed in a large clearing about fifty feet from a
small clear stream.
	"Well, it's not much, but it's home." Mike grinned, suddenly a
cloud seemed to come over his face, and he turned away, picked up the gear
and went inside.
	Wondering what that was all about, but deciding to mind my own
business, I followed him in. While Mike lumbered around picking up loose
clothing off the chairs and floor, I started to inspect the place.
	Small, about 20'x20'. The fireplace took up one corner with a large
bearskin rug on the floor.
	An old fashioned cookstove was in the opposite corner.
	A single bed with rumpled blankets sat in the back right corner,
with wooden cabinets in the front left, by the door.
	The wooden kitchen table with four chairs completed the furniture.
Shelves lined every available wall, even above the lone window that looked
out at the stream.
	There was no ceiling, just exposed beams. But at the back end of
the cabin the beams had been covered. A tiny loft about one half the size
of the ground floor contained another bed. There was a skylight above the
bed that let in sunlight, lighting up the whole room.
	Walking over to the huge fireplace I admired the smooth river
stones.  Running my hands over them, I noticed Mike standing still, staring
at me with a strange look on his face, his jaw muscles were clenching and
unclenching. The sun was high over the trees outside, and a small shaft of
light was hitting where he stood. All the fur on his arms and face seemed
to glow a little.
	Looking back on it, I realize now, this was the moment my lust for
his body turned into love of this man. I didn't think it would ever happen
again, but it had.
	"Mike," I said softly, "Is there anything wrong?"
	He shook his head, "No, I was just thinking." "Come on, let me show
you around."
	With that the mood was broken and he bounced from one corner of the
room to another, showing me where everything was stored.
	There was no running water.
	No inside toilet. Except a piece of PVC pipe that stuck through the
back wall.
	"That there is the piss hole." He said, pointing to the pipe. "It
runs out to a small barrel and every few days we'll have to empty it."
"Make sure you close the flap or cold air blows back in."
	"If you have to do anything else, use the outhouse." He grinned at
me.
	No electricity, just kerosene lamps for lighting and any light you
got from the fireplace.
	"This place is great!" I said. "I think I could chuck the whole
nine to five routine and live up here."
	"Yeah, it sure is pretty." "But it gets lonely." Mike said, looking
at me.
	"Tell ya what." Mike bellowed suddenly. Causing me to jump.
	"This place is too cold." "You get a fire started in the stove, and
I'll be back in a little bit."
	"Where ya headed?" I asked.
	"We need more firewood, and I need to do some chopping."
	With that he grabbed a jacket off the hook and was out the door.
	Within a few minutes the sound of ax hitting wood could be heard.
Shortly accompanied by the aroma of burning wood as I started the
cookstove.
	Suddenly the room started filling up with thick smoke! I tried to
adjust the flue, but it was stuck closed.
	Not finding any water to douse the flame, I tried to open the
window.
	No luck, the window doesn't open.
	Strong arms encircled my chest and I was bodily carried out of the
cabin and dropped to the ground. As I lay there gasping, Mike ran back into
the room with a bucket of water that had been sitting outside the door. He
must have dumped the water on the fire, because smoke billowed out of the
door quickly followed by Mike.
	Taking a deep breath he jumped back into the cabin. A minute later
smoke rushed out of the skylight and Mike's head and shoulders emerged.  He
gulped great lungs full of air.
	Then grinning at me, he waved!
	It only took a few minutes for the cabin to empty of the smoke. The
skylight acting as a chimney with the front door providing a draft.
	I was standing at the bottom of ladder when Mike descended.
	"What the hell were you trying to do?" I yelled at his back. "Get
yourself killed?"
	He turned around with that strange look and just stood there.
	"You never run back in a house that's on fire!" I was really angry.
	"You could have choked, or broke your fool neck climbing those
stairs!"
	Tears were running down my face. I realized they weren't from the
smoke but from emotion. Fear that something had almost happened to a man I
hardly knew, but was hopelessly in love with.
	The next thing I knew I was encircled by two arms in a massive bear
hug.  Being only about 5'9", my face was buried in the fur just below the
neck. He had taken his shirt off while chopping wood and now I was being
crushed to death against his hairy chest.
	I couldn't believe what had happened.
	I couldn't breath either. And when I started to struggle in an
effort to catch a breath he immediately released me.
	"Oh Jesus!" he said. "I'm sorry." His face a scarlet red.
	With that he grabbed his shirt and jacket off the woodpile, jumped
into his truck, and was gone.
	"Mike, wait!" I called. But he sped off. Not looking back.

	Christ what had I done?
	"I told you." That little voice in my mind kept saying over and
over as I made my way back inside.
	"Shit."
	Looking around I noticed that there really wasn't much of a mess to
clean up.  Mostly water on the wooden floor, Which I mopped up with some
old towels I found on a shelf.
	I put the wet wood from the stove in the bucket and carried it
outside.
	"I wonder if he's going to come back for me." I thought to myself.
	"I wouldn't blame him if he didn't." Came the reply.
	I built another fire, this time in the fireplace.  That done, I
closed the skylight. It was starting to get dark, and cold. I also packed
up my gear. I wouldn't need it.
	I must have dozed off sitting at the table when the sound of gravel
crunching under tires woke me.
	"Okay, here we go." I said aloud
	Mike opened the door, walked over to the table and mumbled.
	"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."
	His head was down, so I had trouble hearing him. But I had. I
couldn't believe my ears.
	"What?" I said back.
	"I'm sorry." he repeated, a little louder this time. Looking at my
face.
	"I didn't mean to offend you. When I ..."
	He was struggling for words.
	"When I hugged you I didn't mean to. I mean I wanted to. But I was
hoping..."
	He slumped in a chair, buried his face in his hands and sat there.
Shaking his head slightly from side to side.
	Here was this great grizzly bear, which I had been lusting after
ever since he had hired into the company, telling me he had wanted to hug
me!
	"He was hoping.....what?" My inside voice asked.
	I stood up, went around the table and pulled his head against my
chest, gently stroking the hair on the back of his neck. He immediately put
his arms around my waist, buried his head in deeper.
	"There's something wrong here." I thought to myself.
	"What's going on Mike?"
	"I've wondered for years what that would feel like, and I blew it."
	A thousand questions rushed through my head. But now was not the
time.  If I was reading this right, now was the time to see just how far he
was willing to go.
	With my left hand still rubbing the back of his neck, I moved my
other hand down into the opening of his shirt. Collecting a handful of
chest hair I gently pulled and allowed the course fur to slide between my
fingers.
	Reaching further into his shirt I sought out one of his nipples and
pinched it. They were small, but responded immediately by crinkling up into
hard little bullets.
	Mike's whole body jerked, and he looked up at me with eyes wide.
	"We can talk later," my voice a low whisper.
	I would have loved to scoop him up in my arms and carry my new
lover over to the bed. But since he out weighed me by a good sixty pounds,
I simply held out my hand and led him over to the large bear skin rug.
	Standing before him with my back to the blaze, I unbuttoned his
shirt, pulled it off, and tossed it on the floor.
	Kneeling, I untied his boots.
	Picking up first one leg and then the next his boots and socks
joined the shirt.
	He hadn't moved on his own. Like a puppet master I moved him here,
lifted there, and soon he was down to just his boxers.
	Still kneeling, I looked up at his face. Standing there like some
statue out of an old myth, the fire sparkling in the red highlights of his
beard, I felt my cock surging against my pants leg.
	Mike's dick was peeking out the bottom of his boxers. Still soft,
the ridge of the head could clearly be seen through the folds of skin
covering the tip.
	Even in this state it looked to be seven to eight inches long. A
thick tube of flesh trapped against his thigh and outlined by his shorts.
	Grabbing the bottom of the shorts I pulled them down, slowly
exposing the dense mat of fur that continued unbroken from his neck.
	When the boxers hit the floor Mike stepped out of them on his own.
	Looking up I saw him grinning at me; his eyes locked onto mine.
	Then I felt something tap my chin.
	It was his cock!
	Now closer to nine inches long, it had a slight upward curve. The
foreskin was starting to pull back, exposing the helmet shaped head.
	Not only getting harder and longer, it was getting fatter!
	I sat on my haunches; fascinated by the transformation his cock was
going through.
	Slow motion.
	The weight of the massive organ kept it from ever pointing upward,
but it was hard as a rock and bobbing up and down with his heartbeat.
	This wasn't some pretty boy's dick like you see in jack off
magazines.  This was a man's prick! Not smooth at all but crisscrossed with
veins, the hair from his groin continuing to grow half of the way up the
shaft!
	I was hypnotized by the slight bouncing.
	"Now it's my turn." He growled.
	He proceeded to undress me exactly like I had undressed him. He had
been watching my every move, then repeated them, like a lesson he had
memorized.
	Both of us naked now, he again grabbed me in a tight bear hug,
running his hands up and down my back, crushing the air out of me.
	When I started to struggle for air he looked at me sheepishly and
said,
	"I guess I don't know my own strength."
	"We'll work on it," I answered. "Hugging and cuddling is one of my
favorite pastimes, but right now I have something else in mind."
	"Lay down."
	On his back now, I knelt between his legs and used my knees to
spread them apart.
	Leaning over, I rubbed both my hands up and down his body, from his
rock hard pecs down to his bushy groin, slowing only to tweak each tit as I
passed.
	My hands never touched his cock, which was now pointing straight up
toward his face.
	Every time I reached for his chest, the hair on my belly would
glide along the underside of his twitching prick, then back down again.
Causing him to inhale sharply.
	My chest hair was starting to collect tiny little dewdrops of his
pre-cum. His belly was smeared with the stuff.
	"Christ," I thought to myself, "this guy leaks like a sieve."
	On the next pass down Mike's body I slid my left hand all the way
down to the root of his meat, I couldn't get my hand around it.
	Standing it up, I lowered my head to within an inch of that
throbbing cock, watching it with my mouth...now, I let my tongue go to it,
and start to lick, just the juice oozing piss slit.
	Mike threw his head back.
	Even being fully erect, only the tip cleared the folds of foreskin.
	Slipping my tongue under the flap I tasted him.
	Mike bucked; the sudden movement slid back the hood, and pushed the
head of his dick past my lips.
	"Ohhhhh..."
	This wasn't going to last long. He was too hot and worked up.
	Running my tongue around the ridge I reached down and took his
balls in my hand, working them like dough, kneading and twisting and
pulling at them.
	Then I began to suck.
	With my lips clamped around the ridge, I sucked as hard as I
could....drawing the sperm upwards, toward the top.
	That's all it took.
	"OHHHH...Yes..." Mike started jerking. Out of control.
	"God...I'm coming...I'm going...to shoot...OOHHH!" He tried to warn
me, and push my head off his cock. But I wanted it all... all of it...
	And shoot he did...Hot thick jets of cum. Thick and creamy.
	His cock was a pump, emptying the contents of his balls into my
mouth.
	My lips were still clamped around the head with my tongue digging
into his slit.
	I couldn't believe how tasty it actually was, I only wished that
Mike would keep on coming...
	I wanted more...
	So much more.
	Now it was my turn to lose it.
	I jabbed my face downward on his erupting pole. The accumulating
cum was forced out between my lips and the shaft of his cock, to run down
and coat his balls.
	Fighting off my gag reflex I held still, the head lodged in my
throat.  My tongue snaked out, trying to get the spilled juice back into my
mouth. All the time pulling on his nutsack.
	And then, incredibly, Mike was shooting again, and this time it was
even more intense than the first.
	That's what I wanted; to taste the sweet nectar that was hiding
deep within Mike's balls...to suck every last drop out of them...to make
sure it tasted as good as it could possibly taste.
	Mike had gone rigid at this renewed assault on his senses. He had
never felt anything like this in his life.
	"ARRGH!"
	I was sucking so hard. His shaft was a straw and I wanted the thick
malted from his balls.
	Finally, rising up and putting his hands on my shoulders, he pushed
me off.
	His still pumping cock sprayed cum up onto his thickly furred
belly.
	Long thick ropes of the white man juice glistening in the
firelight.
	"Jesus ...  Christ." He panted, leaning back on his arms, looking
at me.
	"Like that did ya?" I teased.
	"I didn't realize something like that was even possible." His
breathing was still rapid, but slowing down. His cock was still hard as a
rock.
	"What now?" Mike asked with that shit-eating grin on his face. I
could see he was into this and getting his confidence back.
	"Anything you want."
	I crawled over to him started rubbing the cum and juice into his
belly hair.
	"Anything," his eyebrows lifting, "really?"
	"Well ... I do have some limits. I'll let ya know."
	"OK. In that case, I want you to..."
	"To what?" I coaxed.
	"I want to fuck you, but I'm afraid I might hurt you."
	He said this without looking at me, just staring down at his
twitching cock.
	I followed his gaze down and gulped. The idea of having that
monster crammed up my ass gave me pause for concern. I had never been
topped before. I knew that all the guys I had fucked seemed to enjoy the
hell out of it but...first time for everything, I guess.
	"I'll understand if you don't want to," he said, still not looking
at me, " my wife never did like it. Said it hurt too much."
	There was definitely a lot more going on here than he was telling.
	"I didn't say I didn't want to." Reaching up and feeling his beard
for the first time.
	"We'll just have to go real slow and take it one step at a time."

"Do you have any lube around here?" I asked when his head shot up in
surprise.
	"Lube?"
	"Something we can use, you know, to help out?
	Mike jumped up and started looking around the cabin.
	It was pretty comical watching this great moose of a man, running
around with his prick bouncing and waving, frantically rummaging over the
shelves. He came back holding a can out to me.
	Taking the lid off I sniffed at it and crinkled my nose.
	"It's rifle cleaning oil." He said hopefully.
	I didn't like the idea of having this stuff inside me. Besides, it
smelled like the inside of a dirty factory.
	"Don't you have anything else, maybe some cooking oil of even
Crisco?"
	He stood thinking for a sec, got that goofy grin of his, and went
to the back of the cabin.
	Taking the lid off an old coffee can, he dipped his fingers in and
held them out.
	It was almost clear. About the same color as his beard and didn't
have much of a smell.
	"What is it?" Wary of what he was up to.
	"Bear grease." He said proudly.
	"When I got that bear last year I processed him right here. I gave
most of the meat away, but I kept some of the fat to cook with."
	"That bear skin, your dick is leaking all over, is the only other
thing I kept"
	He positively beamed down at me.
	Mike put his finger to my lips.
	Amazing! It tasted just like he did! A subtle mixture of pine and
wood smoke and a little salty.
	"How appropriate." I laughed.
	"Lay on your stomach." Mike's voice suddenly took on a husky tone.
	Doing as he ...ordered? ... I rolled over and felt him settle
himself between my slightly parted legs.
	His hands began to rub my ass checks. The friction of his hands
making my butt tingle.
	He continued this for some time and I thought that maybe he was
starting to get cold feet.
	I was laying on my stiff prick. When I raised up a little to
reposition, he used the opportunity to jab his finger against my puckered
asshole.
	"Ugh!" I grunted. I felt something cold dripping down into my crack
and realized he was dribbling the bear grease on me. His fingers were
running up and down the crevice now and each pass brought an electric shock
to my hole.
	"Raise up." He had bent down and whispered in my ear.
	Rocking slightly up on all fours, I was totally opened up to him
now.
	His rubbing continued. From the hairy patch on the small of my
back, down across my hole, then onto my balls. Slicking them with a little
tug on each pass.
	I could feel my asshole clinch each time he touched it. Soon the
rubbing got harder. He was really started to dig now, the tips of each
finger actually entering a little.
	The rubbing stopped. With his left hand he gripped my balls and
pulled them back as far as they would go, into the crack of my ass as his
thumb pressed against my chute.
	Harder and harder, incessantly!
	His thumb was slick from the grease, with a soft pop, his thumb was
in and I gasped!
	He was pulling on my balls, forcing my butt higher into the air.
	Mike slowly eased his thumb out but immediately replaced it with
one of his meaty fingers from the other hand, well past the second knuckle.
	I tried to pull away from the pain but he literally `had me by the
balls'. I jerked back to relieve the pressure on my nutsack and sank
farther onto his finger.
	Back and forth he forced me to fuck myself like this. The pain
eased and I started to feel a warm glow start in the muscles of my asshole.
	Then came a particularly sharp tug, as I came back with it I
impaled myself on a second finger!
	Reflexively, I bore down, trying to push his fingers out of me. The
more I pushed tho' the deeper they sank.
	This whole process was repeated until I had his middle three
fingers up my ass.
	My assring was stretched and burning, my balls ached with
pleasure/pain, and my breathing was ragged. My head hung down between my
arms and my thighs were dripping with my own precum.
	Mike released my balls and I fell forward, on my face. My tortured
asshole slipping off his fingers.
	"On your back."
	Now I could see him. Standing over me, he was stroking his cock up
and down.  Using both hands he skinned the head and stuck his bulging rod
directly into the can of grease.
	Staring at me with lust in his eyes, he said.
	"I want to look at your face as I fuck you."
	I was having second thoughts about this. I wanted this man inside
me so bad, but looking at his wet, dripping crotch I was convinced it would
kill me.
	Kneeling down, Mike placed my ankles on his shoulders. The shaft of
his prick slimed down the crevice of my ass. Humping in slow strokes, I
could feel the head slip and slide over my hole.
	My legs kept slipping off his shoulders and breaking his rhythm. He
retrieved his boxers off the floor, put them on my feet, and then bending
my knees up toward my chest, he slipped the boxers around the back of my
neck.
	My butt was now sticking up in the air and I could feel cool air
hit my wet crack.
	Mike immediately eased his three fingers back up inside me.
	"Aahhh..." I moaned. I didn't realize that I would welcome him in
so easily.
	Wriggling his fingers around, he made sure I was lubed. His fingers
stretching me open. He poured some of the bear grease right into my gaping
hole.
	I was starting to hump at his fingers again, and make small
grunting noises.
	Placing the tip of his man prick against my hole he allowed his
weight to fall forward.
	It slid in with only a slight twinge of pain. As soon as the ridge
cleared the ring of muscle the pain eased.
	I breathed a little sigh of relief, the worst part was over, right?
	But he didn't stop!
	He continued to fall forward, driving that fuck stick deeper and
deeper into my bowels.
	His cock broadened out as it got closer to the root. The farther in
it went, the more it stretched the opening.
	 He stopped.
	It was starting to burn around the ring of my hole now. But I could
feel the hair of his pubes tickling my ass.
	I did it! I had taken it all in and it wasn't as bad as I feared.
	Suddenly he leaned into me again and the pain shot through my ass
	I had forgotten that his crotch hair grew half way up his cock.
	"Oh God!"
	He was only in four or five inches!
	"Wait!"
	Suddenly the pain in my ass was joined by a pain deeper inside. His
dickhead was pressing into something up inside me. It was a dull throb that
increased with each additional fraction of an inch he fed me.
	I was struggling now, trying to slide back off this spike in my
rectum.  Mike's hands were on my hips, pulling. My twisting around only
drove him in deeper.
	Something in my guts gave way. With a soft slap his balls bounced
against my ass, as he plunged the last three inches.
	"Don't move!" I gasped. I could actually feel the head of his cock
putting pressure up inside me, but that wasn't pain, just fullness.
	The pain in my assring was a burning. His cock, being wider at the
base than the head, was stretching my ass muscles to their limit.
	He didn't move.
	But I couldn't keep still!
	My bowels kept trying to expel this invader. Each contraction
produced a spark of pleasure that was starting to build up.
	Soon it wasn't enough. My bowels continued to milk his shaft, but
without realizing it, I had grabbed his wrists and was humping up into him.
	"Like that do ya?" He asked. Repeating the stupid question I had
asked him earlier after the blowjob.
	My eyes were closed tight and my hands had slid down to hook around
the backside of his knees, holding him still, buried to the balls.
	"I can't hear you boy..."
	"Yes" I gasped as he thrust his hips into me.
	"Big, isn't it"
	"Yes!"
	"You like it, don't you?"
	"Yes.!"
	"Tell me..."
	"I like it...I like your prick...Jesus it hurts!"
	"Want me to take it out?" He said in a sweaty tone of voice.
	"NO!" I couldn't believe how turned on I was by this sudden change
in his demeanor.
	Confident.
	In control.
	"You want me to fuck you, don't you...
	"Yes." I whispered.
	Mike eased back on his heels, and my body rocked with him. His dick
sliding slowly out.
	"Aaahhhh" I sighed, as the pressure was released.
	Mike reached down with his shirt and cleaned his prick, and wiped
the grease off my butt.
	"I want a little friction down there," he said, "this stuff is too
slick for fucking."
	He pressed the head of his prick against my hole and lodged just
the head in.
	He was right. The sensations were stronger as his flesh dragged
against mine. I had so much of the grease inside me tho' that it wasn't
completely dry.
	As he settled the last few inches back into me, I could feel the
hair growing on the shaft rub the lining of my asshole.
	He started rocking back and forth on his knees. Slowly in, and
slowly out.
	The head would rub against my prostate with each pass.
	My cock was so hard it hurt. I let go with one of my hands and
reached for it.
	"Unnnhhh..." He smacked my hand away and thrust in hard.
	"Don't touch!" he commanded.
	"You just let daddy take care of everything." he said with another
thrust that made me see stars.
	Mike raised himself up on his toes, placed his hands on the back of
my thighs and started to plow.
	No warning.
	Bam! Bam! Bam!
	"OHHHH...GOD...I'M..." I screamed as a hot load of high, arching
cum hit me in the face, splattered over my chest and started running down
my neck.
	Mike didn't even slow down.
	I didn't have to hear the moans and groans to know that had got to
Mike.
	"Tell me...come on...tell me..." he said through gritted teeth.
	"I'm...getting fucked by you...I'm getting fucked..."
	"Tell me..."
	"You're fucking me in...my ass..."
	"You want me to come now, don't you..."
	"OHHHHHHH..."
	My cock was leaking a steady stream of cum which was pooling in my
belly button.
	"You want me to come in you, don't you..."
	"Yes..."
	"You want me to come now, up your ass..."
	"Yes..."
	"Tell me!" He hissed, grabbing my balls and squeezing.
	"I want you...to come in my ass...please...ohhh...God...please..."
	Now, Mike pulled his stiff, pulsing cock out to the meaty ridge.
Gathering his strength and, getting some leverage he started to bang into
me as hard as he could.
	His balls were hanging down, slapping against my upturned ass.
	Hard.
	"Jesus..." I said, opening my eyes to take it all in.
	I wanted to see it all!
	I wanted to feel it up inside me.
	"Come on...come on daddy...let me have it...come on..."
	And with that, Mike started to lose his rhythm.
	He was going to shoot his load...
	"OHHHH... God... squeeze my balls...squeeze my balls and make
them...come...!"
	I did as I was told.
	I couldn't wait to feel those hard nuggets in my fingers...
	Now, I was holding them and squeezing them, each one, left and
right, and certainly did the trick, pushing Mike right over the edge.
	"Jesus...Jesus... I'm going to come...I'm going..."
	With that, he started to shoot his load...his hot load, deep inside
me.
	I managed to hang on, but Mike was jerking around so bad I couldn't
get a good grip.
	I watched intently as he pumped his cock in once, twice, his balls
in my grip. Then his head went back and he growled at the ceiling. His
stuff was coming out thick and creamy, and he was loving it. Loving it!
	It was so good...
	I just loved this!
	"Tell me." he said.
	"You're cumming in Me.!"
	Mike grinned.
	"Do you like it?" He asked?
	"Yes."
	"And are you going to lick my cock clean?"
	I just nodded my head. Looking up at him past my jutting cock and
hairy balls, I could tell that he knew that I would do anything he asked.
	From now on.
	Mike adjusted his position so that he was right on top of me,
bending his cock down so he could make it work easier.
	I tilted my neck up and my head back. It was a simple thing to
slide the head of his sticky cock into my open, waiting mouth.
	"That's it, son...suck on it...suck on it good...let me feel
it...let me feel it so good...yes, son...yes..."
	I was nearly delirious as I rolled that fat cock around in my
mouth, taking long, deep sucks off of it, making sure I was able to get it
all down. I wasn't going to be allowed to stop, I knew, until I'd
completely cleaned his cock, taking every last drop of cum off of it.
	I loved the way that cum tasted!
	So hot and sweet and yet a little salty, just the best combination
in the world!
	I wanted it all.
	The room grew very quiet, the only sounds now were the smacking of
my lips on Mike's spongy, half-hard cock.
	Mike leaned forward and sucked my still oozing prick into his
mouth, returning the sensations that were coursing through his body.
	I couldn't believe it! I started to squirm again. So soon after
cumming was not normal for me.
	So with the head of Mike's prick lodged in my throat, hips lips and
tongue brought me to another shattering orgasm.
	My cum pumped down his throat as his beard smeared the accumulated
juice into my belly fur.
	When he was finally finished, he sat back up, sighing, quite
fulfilled.  We spent the rest of the night holding each other, making love,
and talking.
	I knew that this man, this Great Bear of a Man, had changed my life
forever.
	There is a lot more to this story.
	It is as true as memory allows.
	Mike says that I have romanticized it way out of proportion, but
This is how I remember our first night.
	That was three years ago and we're still together. We go hunting
every year up at the cabin.
	My bear hunting days are over. I finally bagged the only one I
want.
	Mike's too. Says he produces all the Bear Grease we'll ever need.
	Amen!