Date: Mon, 1 Jul 2002 23:44:09 -0700
From: scedmark <scedmark@email.msn.com>
Subject: fucked by a bear

Some drinking buddies and I decided to go camping/fishing one day. I
thought this was a good idea since I'd never been before, as my drunken
father had never taken the time to take any of my sibling or myself when we
were little. Some of the guys had experience camping, and told scary
stories of being awakened to find a bear invading their camp ground. This
scared me shitless, as I recalled a movies I'd watched once with my ex-wife
were a blood thursty Grizzly followed Alex Baldwin and Anthony Hopkins
through most of the movie trying to eat them. I was drunk at the time, so I
can't remember the name of the flick.

Anyway, we picked a weekend were we could all get away, packed up two cars
full of camp gear, and headed towards the woods. The drinking started the
minute we hit the road, as we had three kegs of beer for two days of
camping. We got to the site after two hours of drinking/driving, and all of
our blatters were about to bust at the seams. We all lined up on the side
of the parking clearing, unzipped our blue jeans, pulled out out various
sized and shaped dicks, and let the streams of yellow fluids flow onto the
wild planets and grass before us. After relieveing ourselves, we ziped up
and started unloading/unpacking our gear.

Two big tents were erected, a camp fire built, wood collected, a rowboat
was tied to a tree in the lake just afew yards away for early morning
fishing, and a giant cooler full of fried chicken, potato and macaroni
salads, sandwiches, hotdogs and breakfast foods were set up. By sunset, we
were stoned from beer and marijuana. One by one, the fellas retired for the
evening, by either passing out, or piling into one of the 2 tents we lined
up next to eachother. Me myself, I was terrified, keeping watch over the
woods for any grizzlies. I finally fell asleep after tiring of listening to
the midnight chirpings of birds, owls, bats, and the movments of rodents,
rabbits, and whatever else lived in these woods.

I don't know at what hour it was when I decided to strip down to my
underwear and climb into one of the tents which housed 2 of the 6 drunken
guys on the trip, but I was awakened by the sound of someone russling
through our trash bags outside our tent. I paid it no mind, until something
came into the tent I occupied. I felt the fuzzy/furry feeling of something
sniffing at my ankles, then up my legs. I froze with fear when I looked
back over my shoulder through blurred bloodshot eyes,to find a big black
bear crawling into my tent behind me. I buried my head in my folded arms,
and peed myself.

The bear's nose went up the backs of my legs, then stopped at my ass. I
could feel its nose digging into the cloth covered crack of my butt, then
with a growl, felt its claws ripping at my underwear. My buttocks was
exposed, and then I felt the hungry beast licking at my ass-crack, its
rough tongue darting in and out of my petrified hole. I couldn't believe
this was happening to me. I wanted to scream out for help to one of my
nearby drunken buddies, but remembered stories of where it was best to lay
still and pretend to be dead when approached by bears in the wild.

I laid perfectly still while the bear molested my asshole, licking my crack
until it was wet and soaked with its saliva. I then felt the bear crawling
up my back, growling in my ear as it laid its full body weight on top of
me. I thought "this it it, its gonna eat me" when I suddenly felt the
monsters dick rubbing up and down the crack of my ass. It's thing nuzzling
the valley of my hole until the head found its target, then started to
burrow itself inside. The pain was excruciating as I bit down on my forearm
to keep from yelling out loud and becoming my rapists next meal. I could
hear the bear grunting near my ear as its hardon penetrated my sore hole
completely. Then it started pumping its thick long woody in and out,
ripping my tight clinching anus open with every bone crushing thrusts of
its mighty hips. I was bugging out of my mind as I realized I was actually
being fucked by a bear in the woods, just inches away from my friends. I
now hoped noone would awake to find me in this state. I didn't want to be
know back home as "the guy that got raped by a bear". If I lived through
this assault, I'd never tell a living soul about it.  IF I lived through it
that is.

I kept my head burried in my hands for fear of angrilying the beast. I felt
its hairy body in my back, the course hairs of its crotch scratched my
smooth butt-cheeks like wire as it fucked me hard without remorse. I laid
there accepting the monsters anal assault as it punched its hardon in and
out of my yawning hole. I could feel its girth grow thicker as it fucked
me. My ass was the perfect pillow for his organ as he pounded away at my
butt with growing strength. I tried keeping quiet as my asshole was mauled
to death, but I couldn't help letting out small groans and grunts that
rivaled the creatures as it neared its climax. I knew my attack wouldn't be
over until the bear shot its load. I dreaded the idea of having an asshole
full of bear cum. I worried if the bear's cum sent would attract other
horny bears, and that I'd become the bears new weekend girlfriend.

Just as that thought was running through my mind, I heard the bear growl
over head like an angry dog, then felt it burry its woody all the way deep
into my anus. A second later, I felt my asshole fill up with thick
overflowing amounts of potent animal nutt. In essence, bear nutt. The bear
laid there for only afew seconds, gathering its strength before pulling out
and returning noislessly back into the woods. I was relieved and grateful
to come through the entire experience with my life intact.  A sore asshole
dripping bear cum, and a wet sleeping bag, was my only proof that it had
happened. And I was relieved there were no witnesses.

The next morning, I was kicked awake by one of my drinking buddies. It was
7am, and I had missed my first fishing experience, but we still had another
day felt, so I could try again tomorrow morning. I got to my feet,
stretched and yawned, then felt the cool morning air breeze across my bare
asscheeks. I suddenly remembered last night through my drunken haze, were
my underwear was ripped off my a big rapist black bear. I quickly changed
into my cloths before anyone could notice, and joined the guys as we
prepared breakfast. One of the guys that had went behind a tree to go
relieve his full blatter, stubbled across something. "Yo fellas- c'mere..."
he yelled, getting all of our attentions. We ran over to were he was
standing, and he reached into a pile of over grown leaves and bushes, and
pulled out a black bear's costume which someone had stashed. "What the fuck
is that for?" someone asked laughing. "Obviously somebody's idea of a
joke-" another guy answered, "-somebody must've intended on scaring us
lastnight. Which of you assholes was it?" Nobody answered. We all stood
around looking into eachothers faces, waiting for someone to confess. Noone
did. Thats when it hit me. One of these guys dressed up like a bear
lastnight, and fucked the living shit out of me.

I spent the rest of the weekend suspecting everyone.