Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2012 17:59:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: Tj Morgan <odies1971@aim.com>
Subject: The Bear Hunt

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I adjusted the sight on the scope and honed in on my prey.  Ah, there he
is.  A nice big bear heading toward the door of the den.  I quietly
adjusted my position to get a better look at him.  He looked around before
he entered.  I froze as he looked my way.  There was no way he could see
me.  Satisfied that he wasn't being watched, the big bear continued on into
the den.

I should probably clarify a couple of things.  First, the scope is a
telescope my parents bought me two weeks ago, second-hand but whatever, for
my eighteenth birthday.  The `den' is actually a bar down the street.
Well, ostensibly (like that word? Dad says I should learn a new word each
day. That's today's word), ostensibly it's a typical bar.  But if you
listen to the whispers, they cater, for the right price, to men looking
for, shall we say, alternative entertainment.

Which brings me to my last point of clarification: bears.

The bear I had seen was a big burly guy with extremely hairy arms and, I
assume by the wisps poking out from the collar of his t-shirt, chest.  A
bear, as you may know, is a term for big hairy guys.  And I have been
hunting bears since I was about six years old.

Me?  My name is Robbie.  As I said, I just turned eighteen two weeks ago
and since then have been scoping out the `den' (and yes, the name has a
lowercase `d'!).  Now that I'm `of age' I can finally go in and see what's
going on!  I hope to make it to the `alternative entertainment'.

My obsession with bears started, as I said, when I was six.  My dad was
taking a shower, but my little boy bladder was full and I just couldn't
hold it.  Back then, at that age, my dad didn't care if I used the bathroom
while he was in the shower.

I stepped up to the bowl and lifted the seat, like a good little boy.  I
remember jiggling, trying not to piss myself as I pulled down my Mickey
Mouse pajama pants and my Donald Duck Underoos past my crotch.  I closed my
eyes as the warm yellow liquid streamed into the bowl.  Sweet relief!

I heard the shower turn off and my dad said, "Don't turn around, little
man.  Gonna dry off."

I did as I was told.  I didn't turn around.  Instead, I looked into the
mirror on the wall and found a perfect angle to view my father.  Dad was 26
at the time, but he was a big man even then.  Not big as in fat, but tall.
He towered over me at about 6'3" and he was built for working in the coal
mines, just like his brothers, his father, his grandfather, uncles.  Yeah,
it's a "family tradition" as Hank Williams Jr. would say.  Yeah, Dad liked
Country.

I could see the beer belly my mother always pestered him about beginning to
take shape.  But the thing that really caught my attention, well, the first
thing, was the thick carpet of black hair that coated his arms and chest.
I absentmindedly rubbed my bare chest, wondering if I would look like that
some day.  Right now, I was as smooth as a baby's butt.  Or so I hear.  I
mean, I don't go around feeling babies asses!

As he was drying off his chest, the towel hung down between his legs.  Once
he finished drying up there, he moved to the region between his legs.  That
was the first time I remembered my little dick getting stiff.  In the
mirror I could see a massive snake, about 8 inches long, looking as thick
as a tree stump!  He moved his hands to towel off two low hanging orbs.
The balls, loose from the heat of the shower, swung back and forth as he
wiped.

I fingered the tip of my tiny dick as I noticed that Dad's looked different
than mine.  Mine was a pink mushroom with a small slit.  Dad's was covered
in flesh.  I watch, fascinated, as he pulled back the skin to reveal his
own pink mushroom, so much larger than my own.  It was a few years later
that I learned he was uncut, while I was circumcised.

He turned around and placed his left leg on the edge of the tub to dry off
his hairy legs.  I couldn't help but stare at the ass that now presented
itself. His ass definitely was not as smooth as a baby's butt! It was then
that I noticed the name "Jason" tattooed on the small of his back.  I
thought it was odd that my dad had his own name tattooed there, but
remembered overhearing him and a couple of his buddies laughing about how
he was drunk one night and, on a dare, got a tattoo.  Guess that was it!

I realized I was no longer peeing.  I shook my dick a couple of times then
quickly went to my room.  That night, I slid out of my pajamas and Underoos
and explored my body, wondering if I would look like my dad some day.  And
what it would be like to touch that thick, fleshy meat between his legs.

Twelve years later and I was on the way to becoming a mirror image of my
dad.  My cock, which had been so thin and small back then, had grown to be
a nice seven inches.  While I was not as long as my dad's had been, I
figure I was just as thick.  Of course, I was still circumcised, so that is
one area where I would never match my dad.

The thick black hair that I had inherited from him had begun to coat my
arms, my legs, my crotch, and my stomach.  I have to admit, I would lay in
bed for hours just rubbing my chest, feeling the hair between my fingers,
following the carpet down to my cock.  Finally, when my balls couldn't take
it any longer, I would fist fuck myself, shooting cum all over my chest.
All the while, dreaming about the first bear I had ever encountered.

It wasn't long before I finally got the balls to check out the den.  It was
about nine at night, and the sun had gone down.  Perfect, since I didn't
want to be seen walking in.  Like I said, even though they pretended to be
a `fine upstanding establishment' it was long known what was going on in
the back.

I had to show my license to the guy at the door, a big, burly guy that I
wouldn't have minded seeing more of!  He checked me up and down like he was
thinking the same thing, then let me pass.

I walked into the smoky bar, the sound of talking, clinking dishes, and
several ball games assaulted me.  Somewhere, I could hear the "Thump,
thump, thump" of a pop song.  I walked up to the bar and was greeted with a
skeptical look by the guy behind the counter.  He was an older guy, maybe
in his fifties, and had a balding head.  He wore a loose fitting silk
shirt.  He came over to me and asked what I was doing there.

"Just wanted to take in some of the, uh, entertainment."  I said,
emphasizing the word `entertainment' hoping he would take the hint.

"Kid, there's entertainment all over this town, some of it might be more
suitable for a young fella like you."

He placed his hands on the bar and leaned in close to me.  "I don't think
you could handle the entertainment here."

I don't know what came over me, but I wouldn't back down.  Perhaps it was
the fact that when he leaned in, I got a nice look down his shirt.  His
chest was covered in thick graying hair.  I felt my teen cock stir.

 "Well, I was hoping for some... alternative... entertainment." Without
moving my hand, I reached out my index finger and began stroking the
knuckles of his left hand.  He looked down at my hand, then back at me.  He
smiled.

"Okay, Junior.  You think you can handle it?  We'll see."  He leaned in
again.  "Go into the bathroom, the one to the right.  Wait for me."

I didn't know what he had in mind.  Was he going to try and take advantage
of me?  Was he going to tell me where I could find what I was looking for?
I walked toward the bathroom and could feel my seven inch dick straining
against the fabric of my jeans.  By the looks I got from some of the ladies
(and a couple guys) I knew it was clearly visible.

I waited in the bathroom for about two minutes before the bartender came
in.  He handed me a furry mask that looked like a rabbit.  It ended just
under the nose so that the wearer could still use his mouth.  I wondered
what this was for.

"Take off your shirt and put this on.  You can leave your shirt in the
locker over there.  You keep the mask on at all times.  Nobody knows who
anyone else is.  If anyone asks your name, it's Briar Rabbit.  Remember,
what happens in there, stays in there.  And if you can't handle it, well,
don't say I didn't warn you."

I wasn't sure just where "there" was, but knew I wanted to get there quick.
I tugged off the red Adidas shirt I had been wearing and stood there
waiting.  The bartender reached out and rubbed his fingers through the hair
on my chest.  I almost came right there!  He placed a hand on my left
shoulder and spun me around, pointing me to a door that said "Storage".

I felt a hand slide around my waist then slide over the bulge in my pants.
I could feel warm breath on my ear and heard him say, "Right through there,
kid.  When you come out, you won't be a virgin anymore."  He nibbled my ear
lobe, and my knees nearly gave way.

My heart was pounding as I put on my rabbit mask and walked to the door.  I
expected it to be locked, but when I turned the handle, it opened easily.
I walked through, and gasped at what I saw.  I let the door shut silently
behind me.

I could smell the alcohol and what I thought to be weed.  But what I saw
was even more intoxicating.  There was a large common area where several
men were mingling.  Some were talking, some dancing, some kissing and
petting each other.

Surrounding the common area were several smaller areas that were separated
from each other by curtains.  The areas were closed on three sides (two of
them being curtains) but the fourth side, facing the common area, was
completely open.  Everyone could see what everyone else was doing.

There were a couple areas where guys were fucking, sucking, or both.  Some
areas had just two guys, some had several.  One area had two guys doing a
69.  I didn't realize that could be done standing up!

As I was lustily taking in this sight, a cow, a pig, a mouse, and a cat all
came over to check me out.  I was highly turned on by the attention and the
feel of their hands exploring my body, but these guys were smooth, with
little to no hair.  I was hunting bear.

"He's mine."

I looked up to see where the gruff voice was coming from.  There in front
of me stood my bear.  Literally.  The man was tall, beefy, and had the most
amazing thick black hair covering his chest.  He was wearing a panda mask.
Apparently, he must have been a big deal because the other guys walked away
without arguing, though one did grab a last feel of my bulging cock.

Panda eyed me hungrily, walking all around me.  "How old?" he barked.

"Old enough," I barked back.  He chuckled.

He grabbed my ass and rubbed it roughly.  I had never been touched like
that and found myself incredibly turned on.  I wanted this bear so fucking
much!  I wanted to feel his cock in my throat, in my ass, in my hands, in
my... well, I couldn't think of where else, but if I found a place, I
wanted it there.

Panda grabbed my arm just at the shoulder, his meaty fingers wrapped around
my flesh, and walked me over to a booth that was empty.  I stood there
staring at a small cot when suddenly, my pants were yanked roughly down.
The button on my jeans scraped over my hard cock and I winced, but I
refused to let him know he hurt me.  I wanted this, I was going to prove I
was ready.

He pushed me onto my knees on the cot and pulled off my shoes and socks.
Then he pulled my pants the rest of the way off.  I knelt there on the cot
in nothing but an old, too small pair of white underwear, facing away from
the animal that dominated me.  I had worn a pair of underwear that was
about a size too small, knowing that the sight would turn some guy on.  My
seven inch snake was cramped into a small pair of tighty-whities.

Panda began to finger my ass, pushing the fabric of my underwear into my
crack.  He pushed so hard, I could feel his finger poke through, the bare
flesh of his digit beginning to invade my hole.  I moaned and wanted to
jerk my cock so bad.

Just then, he removed his finger and I felt the cot shake slightly.  I
heard a small rip and realized he had widened the hole in my underwear.  My
god!  I was going to keep these forever!

Suddenly, I felt a wetness in the crack of my ass.  I felt his hands
roughly grab my hips and pull back.  I'm not sure how he did it with the
mask on, but I knew then that he had stuck his wet tongue through the hole
in my underwear and was licking my ass!

I curled my fingers into the sheet covering the cot, complete ecstasy
taking over my body.  I had never had this sensation before, but I knew
that I wanted more.  I tilted my hips in time to his licking and could feel
his spit running down my crack, coating the underside of my nutsack.  I
realized my cock was wet and couldn't be sure if it was his spit, or my own
pre-cum.

Just when I thought it could not get any more intense, I felt him stand up,
then heard a zipping sound.  A moment later, I felt the tip of a thick cock
push against my ass through the hole in my underwear.  I winced at the new
sensation.  Before this, I had only had my own finger in my ass when I
jerked off.  Now, a python was beginning to invade my virgin chasm.

"Relax," he breathed.  By the sound of his voice, I knew he was ready to
cum.

I tried my best to relax, but the thick sausage was almost too much to
handle.  I stuck the knuckles of my right hand into my mouth and bit down
when I felt him push.  Slowly, he stuck his cock in my ass.  Every so
often, he would pull out slightly allowing me to recover.  Then he would
invade me again.

Eventually, I was able to accept his cock easily, enjoyably.  The feel of
his manhood pounding my ass, the tickle of his full cock bush on my ass,
the feel of his hands squeezing my hips as he pulled me into him made my
cock harder than I had ever been.  My balls felt like they were so full, I
almost couldn't stand it.  God!  This was what I had waited so many years
to feel!

Somewhere in the background, I could hear other men cheering on the Panda.
Somehow I knew that they were getting off watching my virgin ass get
slammed.

"Go, Panda!  Slam that bitch!"

"All right, Panda!  Make that baby a man!"

"Fuck that ass, man!  Oh yeah, oh god!"

I felt his fingers clutch tighter on my hips, his nails digging into me.
His pounding became harder, faster, deeper and I knew it would only be a
matter of time.  I felt a familiar tingle and knew that I couldn't hold it
any longer.

I closed my eyes and moaned.  "Oh, fuck!" I breathed as I creamed my
underwear.  My tighty-whities were now soaked with my milky cum.

Suddenly, Panda pulled out of my ass and pushed me onto the cot, turning me
to face him.  It was then I go the first look of the monster that raped my
ass.  It was as big and beautiful as I thought!  It was so thick his large
hand could barely fit around it as he began to furiously fist fuck himself.

I suddenly realized what his plan was.  I came to this realization just as
he grunted and his dick exploded, spewing his hot seed at me.  For some
reason, all I could think of was Health class, where we learned that a man
can produce about to teaspoons of semen, and it can travel 20 miles an
hour.

The first shot hit me, squarely in the mouth, and I got my first taste of
another man's cum.  It was warm and salty and strangely incredible.  The
next three shots hit me on the chin and chest.  The goo drizzled down my
chest, over my hard nipples, smearing into the hair on my chest.  I reached
up and, as I had done so many times with my own, began to rub his cum all
through my chest hair.

"Lick it," he snapped.

I crawled over to his crotch and placed my mouth over his dripping cock.  I
could barely get him all in me.  The smell of his musk, with the smell of
his cum drove me crazy.  I sucked him dry, licking every last drop of spunk
off of him.  I could vaguely taste my ass on his dick.  As he began to
soften, I could tell that he was uncut and I became even more aroused.

When he was finished with me, he pushed me back onto the cot, reached down
and grabbed my underwear and roughly pulled them from my body.  He brought
the cum soaked briefs to his nose and breathed deeply, enjoying the scent.
Then he licked the cum stain.

"Mine."

I began to wonder if he could say more than two words.  He turned around
and started to walk away, tucking his large cock and plump balls back into
his pants.  It was then that I noticed a small tattoo on the small of his
back.  "Jason."

I laid there, naked, my cock thickening again as I realized the man that
had just popped my boy cherry was my own fucking father!  Every dream,
every fantasy I had ever had had just come true.  After he left, I sucked
off a couple other guys, but all I could think of was the pounding my dad
had just given me.

I wondered what he would have thought if he had known it was me.  I knew
then that every time I looked at him now, all I would see is that
wonderfully large cock, and I would smile to myself at my dirty little
secret.

I finally had my fill, so to speak, of the "alternative entertainment" and
put my pants (minus my now missing underwear), socks and shoes back on.  I
went back into the bathroom and pulled my shirt from the locker and left my
rabbit mask, then headed for home.

I quietly crept into the house so as not to wake my parents.  It was not
unusual for them to be asleep before I got home.  I could hear my bear of a
dad snoring as he slept and smiled again at my secret.

I closed the door to my room and began to strip down for bed.  My ass could
still feel the hard meat my father had shoved in me, the hair on my chest
still sticky with his cum.  I leaned against the door and smiled one last
time, giving my spent cock a last rub.  I would have a lifetime of fantasy
from this one night!  Oh the fist fuck sessions I would have!

Finally, I walked to my bed and pulled back the covers.  There, lying on
the dark blue sheets, was a pair of white, cum stained underwear.