Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2006 17:56:24 -0800
From: Ursus Majr
Subject: Bottom Bear

This is a work of fiction that involves consensual sex between adult males.
If such offends you or if it is illegal for you to read such subject
matter, leave now.  No actual events or real people are portrayed.  Safe
sexual practices are not used but remember, this is fiction.  In real life,
get tested and play safe.


Sure, have a seat.  I'm Fuzzy.  Heh, well, yeah; that, too but I meant my
name... Fuzzy.  My parents called me James Allen but everyone calls me
Fuzzy and no, I'm not a 'dirty young man'.  Those rumors are lies, all
lies!  Heh. I do admit that the phrase "bend over, I'll drive" gets my
motor runnin'.  I just can't help it.  I'm never happier than when a big
ol' bear is pushing me into the mattress, his weight on me and his cock in
me.

I'm a pocket bear, I guess.  I was the runt of the litter, everyone in my
family is tall-ish. Me, I'm 5'7".  I did inherit the family's broad
shoulders.  On them, it looks proportionate.  On me, well, it makes me look
like a little weight lifter.  As a kid, I was nothing special, just small.
When puberty struck (later for me than most) I noticed the little guy got a
lot bigger when he was interested in something.  I'm a grower, not a
shower; so when he'd come out to play, you noticed.  I sort of made made up
for lost time by sprouting fur everywhere.  My legs and butt have nice long
soft hair all over but my chest, back, belly and forearms are pelted with
sandy brown fur.  I gave up trying shave away the three o'clock shadow
years ago; I almost always have a full beard.  I'm right at 220#, with a
nice tummy.  So, broad of shoulder and bubble of butt; oh and furry of bod.

To make ends meet in college, I flipped burgers at the Commons.  My boss
called me the Ewok of the Grill.  I hated the job but it had two
advantages.  It gave me priority in registration, since I had to be free
from 11 to 2 Monday through Friday.  That helped me get into some sections
that I would have had to scramble for or miss out on otherwise and parking
was a bitch on campus.  I lived off campus, so parking was important.
Commons workers had their own parking lot and parking stickers, so no long
hikes.  Woo fucking hoo.

I knew I was gay from an early age but I knew I was 'different' gay.
Girlie things didn't interest me.  I liked looking at guy's bodies and I
loved watching sports; playing some, too.  I didn't get too much play time
because of my size.  I liked tools and I loved cars.  The few gay boys I
knew of all acted like they were girls.  Feh!  Not interested.

So, being a late bloomer, I was really frustrated when it came to sex.  I
knew what I wanted way too long before I could do anything about it.  When
puberty finally kicked in and things began to work as intended, I went
kinda wild.  I'd do anything; if it involved cocks and asses, I was your
man.  I was lucky, I guess, no lasting damage.

First times?  Oh, hell yeah, they're important.  How was yours?  Damn, I
hate hearing that.  Your first fuck is important, top or bottom.  I was
lucky.  It was good, for us both.

Oh, you mean 'when'?  It was the summer before I went to college.  He was
this guy at work, summer job. We had kinda eyed each other but you know how
it is, or was.  You just kinda dance around the edges.  I'd been real
careful in high school and I guess I still was in 'careful' mode.  We'd
fallen into the habit of going to his place and knocking back a couple of
beers after work.  Remember getting carded?  Heh.  He had a brother who was
22 and he kept the fridge stocked.

Anyway, we were over at his place one day after work and he went in to take
a leak.  I was looking at his shelf of videos.  He came out of the can and
up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and hugged.  Funny thing, I
didn't startle, it just felt so damn good.  He said his brother was gone
for the weekend.  I ended up spending the night.

Dan was taller than me, about your height.  I'd call him a muscle cub now
but who knew about bears then.  Nice furry belly, short, thick cock; a beer
can.  You know, big tip and it didn't taper.  You could tell he'd get
larded up as he got older but right then, well.... HAWT!  Nice padding.  We
did a whole lot of stuff; hugged a lot, kissed (my first time! And God but
that felt great!), got naked. Couldn't keep our hands off each other.
Finally got into bed; sucked each other off andeven snowballed, belly
fucked and came all over each other.  Gave each other hand jobs in the
shower; spooned most of the night and traded places.  The next morning he
woke me with his dick prodding my ass.  "I want to fuck you." he said.
"Well, you didn't have to ask me twice!"  I'd been hoping he would say
those words all night.

We did it doggy style the first time.  He had some lube but it wasn't
enough.  He tried to go in slow but I was nervous and tight and he just
wasn't making much headway.  We went into the kitchen, decided against corn
oil... who wants to smell like a salad, right?  Settled on Crisco... stop
snickering!  He worked some into my butt and then slicked his meat.  Man,
that went in smooth!  I don't think he got much friction but it was good
for me.  Just a touch of pain when that tip popped past my muscle ring.  Of
course, he didn't taper, so it was stretching all the way in.  He pulled
out to get his foot untangled from the covers and I felt really empty.
When he came back in, it was a lot easier and felt... well, it felt like I
had imagined it would and like nothing I ever thought it would; I was in
bear heaven.

He didn't last all that long.  Hell, young and horny, but in about half an
hour he wanted to do it again and that time he lasted.  I really got into
it, pushing back and raising up a bit to vary the angle.  Neither one of us
had much experience but we learned as we went along.  At one point, once I
was really open, he pulled out and wiped some of the grease off his dick.
It was a whole lot better for us both then, a lot more friction and
feeling. It really did feel like a fat sausage was up there.  He didn't hit
my prostate; he was too short or maybe my nut is in deeper...  but when he
shot, I could feel the heat of his cum.  We both had a great time.  I
didn't tell him then it was my first time.  We did play a couple of times
after that and the last time, before we both left for college, I did.  Tell
him, I mean.  He got all pleased and sort of puffed up, I guess it was a
feather in his cap.  I didn't feel so good about Dan after that but we
never saw each other again, so I guess it doesn't much matter.  What does
matter was that when we were playing he was considerate, he never rushed
and always made sure I got off too; he was a great kisser.

Oh, I know what you mean!  Kids! I mean, look at that one!  What's with
that?  But, to be honest, in college I did go kinda wild.  It was a lot
easier to get together with gays there than back home.  I found I really
liked hairy and stocky, smooth guys did nada for me and the skinny furry
ones, were fun but didn't quite scratch the itch; if you know what I mean.
Nuh-uh, give me a hairy linebacker and I was happy as a pig in shit.  Yep,
I really DID have a hairy linebacker.  No, really.  I did... honest!  Dick
(oh, hush!)  was a tad shorter than the rest of the linebackers on the
team.  In the yearbook picture of the team, he's standing on tiptoes but he
was a good player and I loved watching the games and practices.  He really
filled out a pair of jeans.  Thick thighs and butt, thick middle and broad
shoulders.  Killer grin.  NICE fur.

Anyway, this was after the season was over.  They had lost in the first
round of the playoffs, so he had some time to catch up on studying.  We
were in the same dorm, he was just down the hall.  We'd chatted off and on
and I had kept some beer for him a couple of times in the little fridge in
my single room.  His roomie was finished with finals early and had gone
home for winter break.  My last final was still two days away and Dick's
was the same day.  I'd quiz him on stuff and he'd do the same for me.  In
between bouts of studying, we'd wander up and down the halls, looking for
someone to hang out with; there were fewer and fewer as finals week wound
down.  Finally, the night before our last finals, we realized we were the
only ones left on our floor.  First floor still had people and so did the
third but ours was abandoned.  We watched a little TV in his room and
snacked on some brownies an aunt had sent him.  We talked about how the
team had done during the season and rehashed some bad calls by refs.  It
got really late; I got up to go and Dick said, "Aw, stay, man.  Keep me
company."

Now, I really liked Dick.  More than a few times, I had fantasized about
seeing just how thick that fur was up close and if the bulge in his pants
was more cock or more balls. I sat back down but Dick got up and went into
the bathroom.  I could hear him peeing and brushing his teeth.  He came out
and shucked off his jeans and tighty whities and took off his sweatshirt.
Damn, that guy had a chest to die for; nice tan and lots of hair all over
his chest and belly.  You could tell he'd continue to grow more, little
stray hairs on the shoulders and back, but he already had a more than
adequate crop; and the cock!  I think it was the most perfectly shaped cock
I have ever seen.  I didn't get to see it for that long, though. He pulled
back the sheets and blanket and turned to me and asked if I wanted inside
or outside.

You could have knocked me over with a feather.  I usually don't have any
problem talking... stop snickering!... but this time I could barely croak
out, "Inside".  I don't think I've removed clothes faster than I did that
night.  I got into bed, he turned out the light and crawled in.

Dorm beds were singles, so it was a bit tight.  We had to touch, there was
no way around it but unlike some guys who would have tucked the sheet
between us or leaned back as far as possible so's not to touch, Dick just
cuddled right up and pulled the sheet and blanket over us.  He put his
great furry arm over me and was snoring in five minutes.

I hugged his arm to my chest and had a lot of trouble getting to sleep, my
dick was so hard it ached; it almost touched the wall.  Each time I shifted
slightly to settle my head or arm, Dick would sigh or mumble something and
readjust his body to accommodate mine.  Finally, after a couple of hours, I
figured, "What the hell, I'm here in his bed at his invite, spooned with
him and he's hugging me tight against him.  I really don't think he's going
to pound me if I make a pass."  So I moved my butt tentatively back against
his crotch so we were touching everywhere.  No response.  I pressed harder,
flexing my butt a bit.  Dick grunted, pulled me tighter and resumed
breathing in my ear but his cock was definitely growing, poking my butt as
he stiffened and he was leaking... big time.  My ass was getting slimed
with his precum.

I reflected on what I was going to do.  Soon, one of us would have to move
or Dick's dick would have no place to go.  Suddenly, a voice whispered in
my ear.  Dick was awake.  "Lift, buddy."  His left leg was nudging mine and
his meaning was clear.  I lifted my left leg and Dick's cock sprang up,
leaving a thick smear of precum as it moved.  Our hands hit as we both
moved to position his meat.  He laughed and moved his cock up and in
against my pucker.  I put my leg down and he sighed.  "Don't tell anyone,
OK?"  I nodded and he just slowly moved in and out, lubed by his own
precum.  He must have gotten longer when he got harder, because as he
slicked my butt, he was nosing in, too and we were still on our sides.  It
was my turn to grunt as he penetrated.

"Want me to stop?  I will, if..." he asked quietly.  I shook my head and he
worked the rest of the way in.  Lodged deep, we lay there while he let his
hands roam all over my furry body.  "I like this," he said, meaning my
chest and belly fur.  "You're back's hairy, too."  He hugged.  I pushed
back against him and spoke.

"You feel so good.  So warm and hairy.  You're not too big in me, you can
move more if you want or I can roll on my belly..."

"Nah, this is good."  Dick continued the slow lazy pumping.  Now, you might
think that would be boring and it can be, but in this case it was getting
me hotter and hotter.  The lining of my rectum was getting tender and very
sensitive.  I could feel every stroke all along the length of my tunnel as
his meat moved in and out.  It was lazy and erotic all at the same time.  I
couldn't move much, so he was doing all the work but he didn't seem to mind
at all.

"I'm gonna shoot, buddy.  Want me to pull out?"  I shook my head and he
drove in deep and unloaded in me.  It had to have been a long time for him
since he'd fucked; I thought he never would stop shooting.  When he was
done, he reached down and began jacking my drooling cock.  On the fourth or
fifth stroke, I clenched my butt tight on his cock and shot one of the
bigger loads of my life. His hand filled with my seed and dripped out
between his curled fingers.  When I finished, he took his sticky hand and,
instead of wiping it on the sheet or on my belly, leaned back and wiped it
on his own hairy belly, then pulled me back tight against him.

"Thanks, buddy.  That was fucking great."  He sighed in my ear.  "Sleep,
now."  I thanked him and hugged his arm that was once again cradling my
back against his chest.  In two minutes we were both sleeping, stuck
together.

I figured this was a one shot deal, that he'd deny it and either never
mention it again and behave just like before or that he'd ignore me
completely; neither happened.  We took our finals the next day and by the
time I got back from mine he was packed and gone.  On the bed in my room
was a aluminum pan with the rest of the brownies and a note, 'See you in
January' and that's what happened.  Once or twice a week, there would be
this soft knock on my door and I'd open it and Dick would slip in and give
me a hug.  "Sleepy?" he'd say and we'd crawl into bed.  I got to know every
inch of his body that year, both in the dark and in the light.  His cock
really was beautiful, perfectly shaped; not too thick, so it made deep
throating him easy.  He was cut, with a perfect pink helmut set on a
perfect pink shaft; the tip just a little bigger that he shaft.  I loved
sucking him and he went quietly nuts when I'd use my tongue again on his
tender cock shortly after he'd shot and, oh, he gave the best prostate
massages with it.  His thick linebacker body was great to lean against,
warm and comfy.

I don't know what his roomie thought about his absences; probably that he
was sneaking off to get laid in one of the co-ed dorms. Dick sort of exuded
masculinity, so that wold be logical.  Because of a jog in the hallway, my
door wasn't directly visible from any of the other rooms at my end of the
hall, so he could step out and walk down the hall and it would look like he
was just returning after climbing the stairs.  We'd play cards in his room,
often with some of his football buddies or others from the floor or just
hang out, listening to music. I don't know how we managed but I don't think
anyone ever realized we were asshole buddies.

The last year I was there, we roomed together the second semester.  His
roomie dropped out without any warning two weeks into the semester. Sharing
the room with him saved me some money (shared was cheaper than a single),
so I jumped on it when he asked if I was interested.  Oddly, we never
talked about his sexuality.  I know he had had sex with girls before and
that he dated them still.  I presumed he had sex with them.  He was good
looking and had a great body and there were lots of girls on campus who
made a career of dating the football team.  We each had a bed in the room,
of course; and by unspoken consent, we always roughed up both beds so it
appeared that they were slept in equally and some nights, they were.  I
guess I assumed that when I moved in, we'd sleep together every night.  It
worked out that we did that maybe two or three nights a week.  I would have
loved more but he was content with that.  We did sit and watch TV together
a lot, me leaning against him or him with his head in my lap, hands idly
stoking each other's bodies.  Thinking back, we took a terrific chance with
that.  All someone would have had to do was come in without knocking
and.... well, you know.  It would have been really hard to be a gay
football player then.

I graduated a year before Dick did.  We talked a lot about getting together
with each other over the summer and staying in touch.  We exchanged some
letters and I saw him in the Homecoming game the year after I graduated but
somehow the getting together never happened.  The last I heard, he was
married with two kids and living in Colorado, working for US Geological
Survey.  Funny how things work out, isn't it?

Refill?  Yeah, thanks, I will take one.  Sugar, no cream.  Thanks!  Hey,
you ever been camping?  Ha!  No, not that kind, I mean in a tent, out in
the woods, silly.  Ooh, careful, this is hot.  Well, I was working for the
bank by this time and there was this really hot bear in the mortgage
department.  Man, I wanted his bod so bad.  Half the time I had a wet spot
in my shorts from watching him.  Big ol' bear of a guy.  I mean BIG.  Fat
muscled butt, thick tree trunk legs, heavy belly, broad back.... big feet.
He was a really nice guy, too.  He was stubborn at work sometimes, dig his
heals in and there was no shifting him but other than that, really nice;
fun to chat with, lots of interests.

On day he asks me if I'd like to go camping with him.  We'd been talking
about vacation plans and what we had done as kids during the summer earlier
that week.  I said I'd love to and we started making plans.  I made damned
sure I had the same weeks off as he did and we settled on a week.  We both
had all out stuffed packed and ready days before our vacations started.

Vacation finally came and Terry, his name was Terry, picked me up at my
place early Saturday morning. He helped me load up his van and we were off.
We talked and sang along with the radio and stopped and had a big breakfast
when we were half-way to the national park.  We pulled into the ranger
station parking area just at noon.  Terry took care of the permit and left
information as to where we would be hiking and when we would return.  He
paid a small fee to leave the van there.  I unloaded the van and got his
and my back packs checked over.  I was carrying the food and ground rolls,
Terry was carrying the small tent and cooking equipment.  We shouldered the
frames on and he adjusted mine and I his.  We set off at a nice leisurely
pace.

We were headed for a small lake about 3 miles from the developed camping
area; 'developed' is a slight exaggeration.  It was pretty spartan and that
meant that there were fewer people likely to be there since it was just a
couple of fire pits, a clearing and a picnic table or two.  Plus, we were
hiking up and away from that area.  We talked as we walked, mostly about
personal things, stuff we didn't talk about at work, including sex.  Terry
told me about having been married just out of high school and how that
hadn't worked out; no kids, so an easy split.  Some dates since, one
serious girlfriend who had dumped him a few months ago for a trimmer guy,
some sort of gym bunny.  I stuck with general stuff but Terry laughed and
said he knew I was gay, so it was OK to spill and I did, a bit.  At least I
told him about not having any steady boyfriend and not really looking for
one at the moment; been there, done that, etc.

Anyway, we trudged on past the campground and reached the lake about four
in the afternoon.  It was hot; a clear bright summer day so we were both
sweating.  We slung off the backpacks and headed towards the lake.  I
started to strip and Terry did, too.  I was surprised to see he didn't wear
undies.  I don't go commando but I think guys who do are hot.  I think he
had the furriest shoulders I've ever seen on a guy.  Chest was thickly
furred, too; so was his upper back.  Oddly, his belly was pretty smooth
with just a little trail to his crotch and his butt was almost hairless.
His legs had some hair but nothing exceptional. His cock looked sort of
average, not real thick, his bush was very thick but confined to just
around his cock; you really couldn't see the base of his cock at all.  Arm
and backs of hands were hairy... mmmmm!  MMMMM!  Tasty!

I teased him about his thick shoulder fur, saying I could braid it for him.
I caught him looking at me and smiling.  "What?" I asked.  He said he
thought I was a hairy little fuck.  Then he asked what I was waiting for as
he walked to the edge of the lake.  I trotted past him and walked a ways in
and then dived; BIG mistake.  The shallow water was warmish but the deeper
water a few yards out was icy.  There must have been a spring close by.  I
surfaced, gasping.  Damn, it was cold.

Terry was standing waist-deep in water closer to the edge, laughing his ass
off.  "I didn't mean to jump right in!  It ain't called Spring Lake for
nothing'!"  He swam over to me and I splashed him with water for not
telling me.  That started a water fight.  We horsed around for a bit,
cooling off.  The water wasn't so bad, once you got used to freezing your
balls off.  We paddled closer to the shore and I started a game of grab
ass.

We tussled and suddenly Terry grabbed me and pulled me into a tight bear
hug and kissed me.  Not just kissed.  Really kissed.  Soft lips, almost
drinking me in, tongue playing tag with mine.  It lasted a long time.  When
we broke for air, we stood, our cocks jutting from under our bellies,
panting a bit.  I asked him if he wanted to make something of this and he
asked me what I had in mind.  "Set up the tent, unroll the sleeping bags
and fuck like bunnies." I said.  Well, I always say "in for a penny, in for
a pound", ya know.  We walked to the backpacks, my arm around his middle,
his arm over my shoulders.  We hurriedly set up the tent, not bothering to
anchor it and unrolled the sleeping bags inside.

Terry laid down and some of his belly fat moved to his sides.  I could see
his uncut cock much better now, up and proud, tip oozing precum and
foreskin not retracted fully.  The hiking and the kissing had made me
really horny.  I usually like to play and have things last awhile, but I
needed that meat inside me.  I reached for my backpack just outside the
tent flap and unzipped a side pocket where I'd put a tube of KY for 'just
in case'.  I know, I'm bad; so sue me.  I worked a blob into my butt and
squeezed some out onto his big paw so he could coat his cock.

I straddled him and slowly impaled myself on his fuckpole.  He was bigger
now and it was a bit of a surprise how thick he felt.  Like me he was a
grower, not a shower.  I thought I had all of him in me and stopped and
looked at his face.  "Why'd you stop?" he asked and put those big paws of
his on my hips and pulled me down on him.  All that hair at the base of his
cock had concealed that he got quite a bit thicker at the base.  Those last
two inches were a real challenge.  He grunted loud and so did I but I made
it.  I could feel that clump of hair against my asshole as I did a kind of
hula on his dick.  He was grinning and moaning as I worked up and down on
his fuckpole.  The more I did it, the easier it got and the happier he got.
He bucked, I danced.  Then he grabbed my hips again and held hard while he
drove up in me. He shouted and flooded my ass with hot cum.  I leaned back,
driving him in as deep as he could go.  I was jacking myself fast and hard,
wanting to cum with him.  I missed that but shot soon after.  I hollered I
was gonna cum and he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, nodding,
still buried deep in me.  I aimed and managed to get one shot on his
tongue, the rest landed on his belly and furry chest.

We stayed that way for a bit until he started to soften and slip out of me.
He said I made a real nice hood ornament!  I raised up, dribbling cum.  We
were really messy, between the two of our loads; so we headed back to the
lake and rinsed off.  We put jeans back on and made a proper camp; I
gathered wood while Terry set up the stove and cooked.  It was freeze dried
chicken alfredo, not bad, actually.  We sat across from each other and ate
and drank a beer each.  Terry insisted that I come over next to him and
lean on him.  "I'm more comfy than the ground" he said. We sat that way,
watching the stars come out.  Later, we zipped our bags together and slept
soundly, me cuddled in tight against his warm big belly, his arm across my
chest, warm and protective.

We spent the next five days roaming the area, alone.  We met no one else
and it was so peaceful, taking pictures, swimming naked in the lake,
sunning buck; and, of course, fucking like bears in the woods.  I wanted to
try butt fuckin' him but his butt was really big and I couldn't get more
than my tip in.  Still, it felt good and we did that several times; Terry
said it tickled real nice.

One night, he pulled me on his belly after I'd ridden him until he'd shot
in me.  His hands cupped my butt and he urged me to fuck his ample belly.
I got kinda wild, really going at it, pumping away for all I was worth,
yelling and growling.  By this time, he could tell from my face when I was
about to cum; and when I was really close, he held me tight against him,
hugging and crooning in my ear.  I whimpered and groaned as I shot my wad
between us.  "I love it when you shoot." he said.  "Your face gets all
scrunched up and your eyes close up tight."  He started tickling me and
that lead to us wrestling and rolling around.  We nearly knocked the tent
over and in the end, I got fucked again, doggy style.  God, we had a great
time!

Friday came and we broke camp. The big tube of KY was gone, my ass was
happily sore and my tanks really empty.  As we put the last of the gear in
our backpacks, Terry came up behind me and hugged me, kissing me on the
neck.  He thanked me for the best vacation he'd had in years and rubbed his
bristly face against the back of my neck.  I could feel his cock straining
against his pants, poking me in the butt.  "One last time?" I asked.

He led me over to an old picnic table that sat at one side of the clearing.
I unrolled one of the foam ground rolls and put it on the bench part.  I
got my knees on it and dropped my jeans and boxers, leaning on the tabletop
with my arms.  I heard Terry unzip and then I gasped as I felt his tongue
giving my ass a workover; I hadn't expected that.  We hadn't rimmed, so
this was a real surprise.  He got my asshole soaking wet with his spit,
working it in with his tongue, making my butt all slick.  He stood and
eased all of himself into me.  He hunched over me, putting his arms outside
of mine, covering me with his big body.  I could feel the blanket of his
chest fur on my back and the warm softness of his belly against my lower
back and butt.  I could see his hairy arms and hands, holding mine and feel
his hot breath on my neck.

He pumped slow and steady, only gradually picking up the pace.  I tell you,
I don't think I've enjoyed an outdoor fuck more than that one.  There was
just something about the rugged location and the contrast to his gentle
breeding.  It was great... I'll always remember that one.  I think it was
then that I realized I was kind of falling for this guy.

We got back to work and by Wednesday, he had an memo to report to the
branch manager.  Later, in the break room, he told me he was being
transferred to the St. Paul branch, to head the mortgage department.  It
was a big step up for him and I sincerely congratulated him.  I really was
happy for him, but my disappointment must have shown.  He told me not to
worry, that we'd still go camping.  We did, for seven years.  Every spring,
we'd email each other with our calendars and we'd put in for the same
vacation times; those were great vacations.  I asked him if he ever played
with other guys or if he had a steady girl friend.  He said no and that
there were some 'possible' girls but nothing definite.  "So its just a
camping thing?"  He smiled and hugged me, said that it was "just a me
thing", that he only played with me.  My heart sang, let me tell you.  We
met at a few corporate seminars, too and always roomed together.

What happened?  Ah... well, you remember me saying Terry was stubborn at
times?  One night, he was heading home late and stopped to get beer at a
QuickStop.  Two young guys tried to mug him. They demanded the beer and his
wallet.  Now, Terry was big, so I guess he figured he could muscle his way
out of it or that the guys would back off.  He told them to fuck off and
they stood their ground.  Terry dug in his heels, got mad and shoved one to
the ground and stomped off.  He almost got away but the other guy pulled a
gun and shot Terry; he died at the scene.  I read later that they arrested
the guys a few blocks away, thanks to the store owner calling the cops.
Both guys were tweakin' hard.

A co-worker of Terry's called me to let me know, he knew we camped together
and had started out at the same branch.  He found my number on Terry's
speed dial.  Listen, I didn't mean to get all weepy on you there, shit
happens and we move on.  I missed him.  A lot.

Ah, there's my hubby with the car.  Yeah... five yearsjust last month.  You
got that right... he sure is a handsome fuck and a great bear! And let me
tell you, that is the softest beard in the whole world when he.... or is
that TMI?  Heh.  Anyway, I need to scoot.  Listen, it was really good
talking to you, too; and if you ever want to get together with us, give me
a call or shoot me an email.  Here's my number and addy. Sure, I'll take a
hug.  Bears love hugs, you know that, that's why they're called 'bear
hugs'.  Mmmmmm, oh, nice hug!!  You must practice.  Heehee. You take care,
now.