Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 16:32:08 -0400
From: Doug Cub <cubmcslug@gmail.com>
Subject: Bear Encounters of a Young Cub Part 1

Fellow horn dogs, this story is fiction but the description of the men is
very real =)  Hopefully you like what you read and it gets you off the way
it does me!  Feel free to drop me a line sometime if you find it
interesting.  You can reach me at cubmcslug@gmail.com


Freed from my first year of college I was heading home for the Summer.
This was my first time away from home for that much time so I was actually
looking forward to getting home and just relaxing.  The year had been
great, my grades were up and I made it onto the swim team and am looking to
break some records next year.  All I could think about during the drive
home was spending some time with my friends and relaxing.  My mom was
really excited to see me when I got home.  She gave me a big hug when I
walked in and even cried a little bit.  My Dad gave me a big bear hug and a
wink when I came in, telling me how proud he was of me and my
achievements.  And let me tell you, when I say bear hug I do mean BEAR
hug!  My Dad is a mountain of a man.  He works in accounting as his day job
but he does all sorts of side jobs like building sheds, putting up fences
etc.  He's probably 5'11 or so and pushing 250, all of it solid man meat!
His forearms are thick and covered in dark fur, he has a well groomed but
thick beard that is dark but has traces of grey that outline his mustache
and chin.  His shirts can never contain his chest hair as it pokes through
the top buttons and just overflows.  He is the epitome of man and can be
just as mean and stubborn as he can be kind and gentle.  But I digress;
this story isn't about him...not yet anyway.


I myself don't take much after him.  I'm more of a cub than a bear in my
build.  I'm 6'2 and 185 lbs.  I've got some light fur on my chest, legs,
and forearms.  I've got my father's strong chin line and usually have a bit
of stubble or stay clean shaven.  I keep my dark brown hair short and
cropped with just enough length to grab onto when needed =)  I've got a mix
between a swimmers build and a wrestlers build.  I'm pretty proud of how I
look and certainly turn heads when in my swim gear!


After greeting my parents and spending some time at home I was ready to get
out and meet up with some friends who were also home for the summer.  Most
of us had been on the swim or tennis teams together in high school so we
had planned to get together at the high school pool one weekend and hang
out.  We met at a restaurant to grab some lunch one Saturday and then made
our way to the Natatorium.  The swim coach was there and greeted us to let
us in.  We were really close with him and he pretty much gave us free reign
to do what we wanted in the pool.


As my friends and I got to horsing around I got out to go to the restroom.
As I was walking towards the locker room I looked across the hall from the
pool office into the school gym.  Our Natatorium was across from the school
gym and wrestling rooms.  It was at this moment that I caught a view of my
adolescent and high school fantasies, our old Math teacher and football
coach, Coach K.  We all knew him as either that or just Coach.  Coach K was
an object of obsession throughout my years in high school.  He was my math
teacher and would always be in the gym after school while I was at swim
practice.  Every chance I had I would try and sneak a look into the gym
while he worked out.


Coach is a force to be reckoned with.  He's slightly shorter than my Dad,
but thicker in all the right ways.  He's bald on the top of his head with
the rest of his hair buzzed real short.  He has a thick beard and goatee
that he keeps pretty well kept except for letting his mustache and goatee
grow a bit longer than his beard.  His beard was a dark brown speckled with
some red,  which was a great contrast for his dark almost black hair
everywhere else.  He had a big chest which was as much muscle as it was
solid beef.  His stomach and gut were big but solid, the kind of build
where you know this person can lift more weights than he can eat chicken
wings.  His arms were something to be admired, big strong biceps and
shoulders, but not that overly muscular kind, just big from hard work.  His
forearms looked almost as big as his biceps and he has some of the thickest
wrists and fingers I've ever seen.  He has a farmers tan from where you can
see he wears a watch while outside, and the rest of his arms are covered in
so much dark brown fur even his knuckles and the backs of his hands are
hairy.  His legs are some of the strongest looking I've ever seen.  Calves
that look like grapefruits are in them and just as hairy as the rest of
him.  I can only imagine how thick EVERYTHING on this man is!  I couldn't
take my eyes off of him!


As I'm ogling over my teenage obsession, I failed to pay attention to the
chair that was outside the locker room door, and proceeded to trip over it
and fall into the swim office.  Completely embarrassed by the situation, I
took a minute to make sure I wasn't hurt and then leaned forward to get
up.  As I went to reach for the desk I looked up to see a furry and meaty
paw held out to help me up.  Looking up to see who it was, I find Coach K
looking back at me with a smirk on his face.  With a wink and a smile he
says "Hey John, welcome back.  I see you're just as clumsy now as you were
when you went here".  He gave out a hearty laugh and lifted me to my feet.
"Thanks Coach", I said "what can I say old habits die hard".  He shook my
hand and put an arm around my shoulder.  He guided me out of the office and
into the locker room.  He started making small talk with me "So how was
your first year at college?  I hear you're on the swim team up at State?
Always knew you'd make it.  Your name is still on our record boards from
last year!".  As he was talking to me I couldn't help but notice his arm
around my shoulder and him guiding me so easily to where he wanted.  I
quickly realized that I wasn't being guided to the locker room, I was being
LEAD into the locker room.  This natural dominance he exuded started to get
to me and I was struggling to respond or hide my now growing excitement in
my shorts. "Well thanks Coach!  I worked hard to get there and am really
enjoying it.  College is tough though, most of the upperclassmen are twice
my size, so I've got to hit the gym pretty hard this summer to catch up".
As we passed by the showers coach released my shoulders and let me move
over to my locker.  He sat down right next to me as I grabbed my towel.


"You know, I run a clinic during the summer for the athletes to stay in
shape during their off season.  I'd be happy to work with you if you're
interested!  The classes are full, but I've always got time afterwards for
another session?"  I had to hold back my excitement as to not give away the
fact that I'd do anything for some one on one time with this stud.  "That
would be really great!  I'm lifeguarding most of this summer so my work
hours are easy.  How about if we meet here a couple times a week at 5?"  I
said.  "Works for me, I'm gonna hit the shower but make sure I get your
number before you go so we can schedule things."  He slapped my shoulder
lightly and gave me a smile as he walked away.  Wow this summer could not
be starting off any better.


I finished toweling off and used the facilities.  When I came out I heard
the shower running.  To get back to the pool you have to walk through the
showers so my curiosity would soon be fulfilled.  As I rounded the corner
to go through the showers I was stopped dead in my tracks.  There in front
of me was Coach K, naked as a jay bird, or jay bear, in the shower.  He was
washing his hair and had soap on his face giving me some time to take it
all in without being discovered.  My god this man was unbelievable.  His
fur covered not only his arms legs and chest, but also his back.  It almost
looked as if it was groomed all over him, not a single piece out of place.
His ass was incredible, strong, slightly bubbled but furry as all hell.  I
couldn't help but picture it pile driving into some lucky gal in his
bedroom.  I noticed a few new things too, first was that he had a tattoo on
his shoulder of a Marine Bull dog, which suited him just fine.  I also
noticed a scar on his back, looked to be about 4 or so inches long but
whatever it had been must have hurt!  It was then that I was given the real
show, he turned around to wash the soap from his hair and gave me a frontal
view.  And boy was it a beauty.  His cock looked to be as heavy as the
weights he lifts in the gym.  A solid thickness even when soft.  His balls
hung low, with that same dark fur and complexion all around.  He was uncut,
and watching the water pour down and trickle out of the hood was just
mesmerizing.  I heard him let out a bit of a grunt as he leaned back with
his arms above him rubbing the soap out of his hair.  His muscles just
naturally flexed in this position, and my 19 year old hormones almost made
me drop to my knees and beg to service him.  Before I know what was
happening I looked up and saw him staring right back at me.


"Ya caught me, sorry John.  You guys are normally not here in the summer so
I get the shower to myself.  Hope you don't mind, " he said giving me a
wink.  He then just went on about his business.  I smiled at him and said
"no not at all, just caught me off guard is all.  And judging by the view I
couldn't have a better weightlifting coach!".  He slapped his solid furry
belly and chuckled "nah, this old guy has a bit more padding than he needs,
enjoy your youth and that lean body while you can," he said.  I smiled at
him and left the shower.


It was hard for me to focus the rest of the time with my friends, but I was
able to clear my mind, and the hard on in my shorts long enough to hang out
for an hour before getting ready to leave.  My friends and I showered up
and packed, and I headed back to the workout room to find Coach and
exchange info.  To my dismay when I got there the wrestling room and
workout room were locked up.  I was disappointed, but I was sure we'd catch
up sometime.  I headed back out toward my car to head home.  As I was
unlocking my car, a truck pulled up beside me.  I looked up to see Coach
behind the wheel with his window down.  The sight before me was one to
behold, this brute of a man also drove a brute of a truck, and clenched in
his mouth was a big briar pipe.  He wore a pair of dark sleek sunglasses
and had his furry arm rested on the window sill.  "Hey John, I thought I
had missed you and just locked up, let me get your number before you go,"
he said.  "Oh yeah, absolutely no problem," I replied.  I took in the scent
of his pipe and everything went numb.  He noticed me breathing a bit heavy
and commented "sorry about the pipe, it's one of the few vices I have that
I really enjoy and I know it's not for everyone."  "No no, it's fine!  I
find it very calming actually.  I like the smell of a good pipe or cigar.
A few friends and I have had poker games with them before so it's no
problem."  He lifted his sunglasses and winked at me and then went to put
my information in his phone.  "Alright, I'll see you here tomorrow at 5PM,
be ready to work!"  "Sounds good," I said "see you tomorrow!".


As he drove off I couldn't help but rub the bulge in my crotch.  This man
did me in something fierce, and I knew it would be impossible to hide it
tomorrow.  As I drove home I couldn't keep my hard on under control, I even
had to stop to get a cold drink to hold in my lap to tame the beast!  When
I got home my mom had dinner on and Dad was sitting at the table reading.
"Hey Kiddo, how was the day with your friends?".  "it was great Dad!  I saw
Coach K today, he's going to help me stay in shape off season by doing a
workout plan with me every day."  My dad gave a hearty laugh "what's that
old man going to teach a young stud like you, you'll do laps around him,"
and he winked at me.  Boy do I love it when these handsome bear men give
you a wink, why is that?  "He can give you a run for your money I bet Dad,"
and I jabbed him in the arm laughing about it.  "Yeah we'll see about
that," my Dad said.


I sat and had dinner with the family and watched some tv after.  I must
have been more tired than I thought because before I knew it I was asleep
on the couch and woke up to the sound of ESPN on the tv.  I looked over to
see my Dad in his chair fast asleep.  He was lightly snoring.  He was in
his typical garb of no tshirt and a pair of boxer shorts.  I took this
opportunity to admire my handsome Dad.  I came to terms with my sexual
attraction to him years ago.  I know nothing will ever happen with it, but
it sure is fun to fantasize about.  As I admired his figure I couldn't help
but get hard as a rock.  Being how late it was I knew my Mom was in bed,
and Dad was snoring away, so I decided maybe it's time to take care of
business.  I pulled my shirt over my head revealing my solidly built
chest.  I rubbed my hand through my light chest fur and tweaked my nipple a
bit getting it hard.  My cock jumped in my shorts.  I looked down to see my
7 inch tent begging to be opened.  I slid my hand slowly down my stomach
and under my waist line.  I slowly peeled down my shorts and tucked the
waist under my balls.  This served two purposes, first it would allow me to
quickly tuck everything back in in case I got busted, and two was it put
just enough pressure around the base of my cock and balls that it kept me
hard as a rock and pushed me to 8 inches of proud boy meat!


I started leaking slowly and used it to rub around my cut thick head.  I
snuck a peak at my Dad, watching his furry chest rise and fall with his
breathing.  It brought me right back to that scene in the locker room with
Coach K.  Just the thought of all that fur drove me nuts.  I wrapped my
hand around the base of my cock and started jerking furiously.  Every few
seconds I would bring my hand to my mouth and slobber it up to lube up my
experience.  My balls tightened quickly and I knew I wasn't going to last
very long.  I started thinking about Coach K with his Pipe in the truck, I
stroked my stomach and ab muscles almost trying to force the load out of
me.  I heard a grunt from my Dad while he was dreaming that snapped me out
of my fantasy, I looked up and saw that he had a tent in his shorts.  Must
be some dream he's having!  I started thinking about kneeling before my Dad
right here and now, and just getting a sniff and view of that thick meat!
>From there I went back to my fantasy, thinking about Coach K's thick paws
on the back of my head in the shower, guiding me to his thick meat.
Grabbing my closely cropped hair and just guiding me down on it slower, and
slower.  I quick grabbed my nipple and started to lightly rub and pull on
it, I was getting so hot I couldn't take it any longer.  I was so close to
cumming.  I heard another grunt from my Dad and looked up, He had is hand
on his cock!  His eyes were closed and he was still dreaming, but it
must've been some dream because he was fisting an 8 inch thick monster like
crazy!  I lost it, this site was just too much, I let out a whimper that I
couldn't hold back and the first volley of cum shot out of my cock.  It
streaked right across my chest and down my chiseled stomach.  The next
volley was thicker but not as far, coating my belly button and running down
the side of my stomach.  My breathing started to come back and my orgasm
subsided.  My hand still stroking the cum out of my cock.  What a huge load
I had.  I looked up at my Dad and noticed he had stopped stroking.  I
couldn't tell if had cum or not, but I was a mess!  It was all I could do
to just get up and clean off without waking him up or finding out!  I have
no idea how I'm going to get through this workout session with Coach K
tomorrow.  I'm going to have to fist this cock 5 more times before the
morning!