Date: Sat, 6 Nov 2010 20:32:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: M P <ursuspilosus@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Bear's Picnic

The Bear's Picnic

By hairy1

(This is a work of fiction, and no real persons or events are depicted.
Safe sex practices are not depicted; but in real life, get tested and
always play safe. If you have comments, please contact the author at
ursuspilosus@yahoo.com)

Once upon a time, there were two handsome sexy bears.  One had a beard, the
other a mustache. Both of them were about average height, the one with the
beard a bit taller. Both had once had dark hair, but it was now salt and
pepper, with the salt winning. Both had smiles that lit the others heart,
brightened each others day.

Now, sadly, these bears could not spend enough time together. But happily,
the time they could spend was absolutely wonderful, and they made the most
out of it. Their wants were so similar that the complimented each other in
all ways.  Frequently, they even finished each others sentences or said the
same thing at the same time.

Their wants were so intertwined, it was sometimes hard to distinguished
where one ended and the other started. They called each other many of the
same nicknames, endearments. They changes roles and positions fluidly,
without thought or effort, as they both wanted all the other had to offer,
and to give the other all that he had.

It wasn't just the "sex" that was so special, as it was all making love.
All of the moments put together created a beautiful whole. Things as simple
as the mustached bear gently stroking the hair on the bearded bears
knuckles created lasting memories, cemented the love they felt. Perhaps not
exciting for a story, but both seemed to feel that they way they cuddled,
face to face, laying out on the bed, the bearded bears leg up over his
lovers hips, arms around each other, gazing lovingly, kissing softly, was
the best part of the day.

Now, on this particular day, these bears had planned to go on a picnic.
The sexier of the two (you know, the handsome one with the mustache), had
gone to a lot of effort, finding a spot within easy driving distance of the
hotel the other bear was staying at, and had packed a lunch of all sorts of
salads and crackers as well as diet coke and fruit. He didn't know the
other bear had snuck in a small box of fancy chocolates for desert (that
bear could just be trouble sometimes, but bears do like their sweets). They
grabbed a large blanket and headed off on the highway north.

The bearded bear drove, but instead of keeping both hands on the wheel, he
placed his right hand on the sexier bears left thigh, and rubbed it lightly
(no worries, the bearded bear is left handed so is in perfect control of
the car, and is paying attention to the road). The sexier bear placed his
hand over the other bear's, caressing it. And they drove contentedly
enjoying each others company, each pointing out interesting things on the
way.

After a number of turns, they arrived at the small provincial park, set
aside and on weekdays like this not used much. As they pulled into the
parking lot, another car left, and they realized that they had the whole
place mainly to themselves.

The park was one neither had been to, but that the mustached bear had found
by surfing the internet. It was quiet and out of the way, with only a small
parking lot and no park rangers. If consisted of a modest size lake
surrounded by forest and pathways, with a large meadow near the parking for
picnicking.

Now, I don't want to disrupt the idyllic mood of this, but it should be
mentioned that before setting out on this picnic, these bears had engaged
in some clothing free physical pursuits in the hotel room, which ended up
taking longer than one would think (that mustached bear is really a sex
fiend), so it was close to noon when they arrived for the picnic, and they
had worked up an appetite.

And so, after admiring the location briefly, the bears set out their
blanket and their feast.

Now, it must be said that the bearded bear goes between pushy and feeling
unsure of himself. But in this case, as they sat down to their meal, and
the sexier bear was pulling things out to serve, the bearded bear
determined the seating arrangement. He sat on the blanket as his lover made
plates, and spread his hairy legs wide.  As the other bear looked about to
see where to sit, the bearded bear pointed right at the blanket between his
legs. At the look of puzzlement, he said "You are going to sit right here,
and use me to rest against." As the sexier bear started to protest, the
bearded bear let out a low growl, to prevent further discussion, and so the
matter was decided. The plates were handed out, and the sexier bear
settling in, leaning up against the bearded bears belly and chest. The
bearded bear set his plate down, after taking a forkful of potato salad,
and wrapped his arms around the other bear, pulling him close, holding
him. He left one arm that way, and used the other to eat. Occasionally
between bites, in lulls of the conversation, he leaned in and kissed the
other bears neck, and all along was gently rubbing with his hand and
pressing his thighs on either side. Then, he reached forwarded and took the
sexier bears plate, causing some laughter - "I guess you are hungry big
bear".  But instead, the bearded bear started to place small morsels from
the plate in his lover's mouth, feeding him slowly, gently.  Occasionally,
he would leave a finger or two, and the sexier bear would slowly suck them
after swallowing the bite in his mouth.

Both bears were enjoying this lunch immensely, but there was a limit to
what even they could eat, and eventually they reached it. They settled back
for a bit and relaxed, the bearded bear's arms still around the mustached
bear. They basked in the sun, and eventually, the sexier bear suggested
that perhaps they could get some tan by removing their shirts. As they had
the area to themselves, the bearded bear agreed, and they continued
enjoying the day together, the mustached bear lying out against the hairy
belly of his companion, feeling hands softly stroke his shoulders as the
sun warmed them.

After lazing this way for some time, the bearded bear decided he needed to
stretch and take a walk. He had eaten way too much of the delicious food
the other bear had prepared. He asked the other bear to walk with him, or
offered to get his book for him, so he could stay relaxed in the sun.

The mustached bear took maybe a second at most to decide. "I'll go for a
walk with you" he said, because he simply didn't want them to be apart (and
he did like to walk, don't get me wrong).

And so the two bears set off on a wooded trail around the lake, surrounded
by the songs of birds. The path was easy, and from all points, the calm
water of the lake could be seen. The forest surrounded them with deep
shadows and long shafts of light. No one else intruded upon the privacy and
togetherness the two felt.

About half way around the lake, they saw a very small path leading off into
the woods, away from the lake. Hands clasped together, they decided to
follow it a bit, just to see where it led.

The wood thickened briefly, totally shielding them from the lake.  Then it
opened into a secluded meadow, where the sun shone brightly. Flowers filled
the open space, a riot of color and fragrance, and butterflies flitted from
one blossom to the next.  In the center of the meadow was a very large flat
rock outcropping, glistening white in the sun, and worn smooth by centuries
of rain and wind.

The bearded bear led his lover by hand over to the outcropping, and laid
him out, still shirtless, on the sun warmed rock. As the warmth penetrated
and loosed the muscles of his back and shoulders, the bear sighed, and the
bearded bear told him to just relax and close his eyes.

The bearded bear slowly and lovingly caressed his lover's furry chest and
stomach and sides, seeing him relax into the sun and trapped heat of the
rock. He slowly loosened his lover's belt and carefully removed the pants
and underwear, leaving the sexy bear in only his socks and shoes in the
secluded meadow. At his lover's insistent request, the bearded bear also
removed his own pants (amazingly, leaving on only a red thong). Then,
slowly running his hands over his lover's amazing body as he stood between
his spread legs, the bearded bear leaned over, and gently ran his tongue
over one nipple, then the other.

The gasp of pleasure was enough to encourage the bearded bear.  And so he
continued, touching softly all over, and licking both nipples in turn very
gently, as the warmth from the rock continued to loosen the other bears
muscles and relax him.  He continued to work his lover's nipples, gently at
first, but then more insistently, moving from licking to sucking, then
sucking more hungrily as the bear under him began to arch his back. The
bearded bear pressed his weight down, forcing the mustached bear's back
towards the heated rock, his hairy chest pressing into the hairy stomach of
his lover, his mouth working those sweet nipples.

As the mustached bear started too squirmed beneath him, the bear let him
feel his teeth on the nipples, at first just closing them enough to gently
rub against the skin, then nibbling carefully. At this, the mustached
bear's hands reach up, and softly close around the bearded bears head,
pressing him to his chest and holding him there, the two coupled in the
giving and taking of pleasure, the sensations encompassing both.

The mustached bear basks in the warmth of the rock, the feeling of his
lover's body pressed down on him, and the warm wet pressure of a mouth on
his nipples. His hands caress his lovers head, causing a shudder through
the bearded bear's body, a wave of pleasure and satisfaction that is hard
to explain.

As the mustached bear relaxes his hands, the bearded bear slowly moves his
mouth down the magnificent body displayed on the rock, running his tongue
across the belly, through the belly button, and into a dense patch of pubic
hair, which he licks and nibbles.  Feeling a cock hardening against his
throat, the bear lowers his head further, and glancing up at the mustached
bear's face, slowly licks the drops of precum from the slit, delicately
tasting it as he is watched. Then, he slowly sinks his mouth down over the
head of the slowly hardening cock, swirling his tongue around it, sucking
gently. The mustached bear's hands again find his head, running through his
hair, caressing and stroking it, but not forcing anything more.

Yet the big bear continues to sink his mouth further down, engulfing more
and more of the widening cock.  Inch by inch, the shaft disappears inside
the warm wet confines of the bear's mouth, as low sounds of pleasure are
made from both.

Reaching up, the bearded bear starts to play with the mustached bears
nipples again, a hand on each. He slowly rolls them in his fingers, gently
and carefully, as his mouth moves steadily up and down.

The mustached bear lays his head back on the warm rock, closing his eyes,
taking the pleasure in; his movements and sounds feeding the pleasure right
back to the bearded bear.  He moves one hand off the bearded bears head,
and closes it over one of his own nipples, slowly moving the bearded bear's
hand, and then squeezing and pulling the nipple harder than the bearded
bear. Noting this, the bearded bear treats the other nipple the same way,
and the mustached bear leaves his other hand squarely on the back of the
bearded bears head.

Still working his mouth and tongue and lips over the hard cock of the
mustached bear, the bearded bear slips his now free hand under the ass of
his lover, and gently inserts a finger into his crack, moving it back and
forth.

As the mustached bear moans more, the bearded bear sucks harder, and
carefully runs a finger in circles around the rim of the mustached bear.

This causes the hips of the mustached bear to begin to thrust, and his cock
to throb. So the bearded bear moves his finger under the waistband of his
thong to his own cock, mopping up some of the precum freely flowing, then
smearing it on the rim of the mustached bear and feeling his finger slowly
yet easily slip inside. He presses circles around the inner rim, widening
it, before moving deeper, caressing his lover's insides as his mouth
caresses his lover's cock.

The hips thrusts of the mustached bear are becoming more urgent, and when
the bearded bear's finger slides in and touches his prostate, the mustached
bear gasps loudly, and moans.  The bearded bear has to remove his hand from
the nipple and hold the mustached bear's hips down, so he doesn't bruise
himself on the rock with his eager movements.

And this brings the mustached bear to the edge, with his cock being worked
and his prostate being massaged while being firmly held in place. He
unleashes rope and rope of thick creamy cum into the bearded bear's mouth,
exclaiming in pleasure. Both his hands are now on his nipples, pinching and
pulling. The bearded bear's finger is moving rapidly back and forth in the
hungry ass, and his mouth is locked over the shooting cock, wave after wave
of cum flowing out as the mustached bear orgasms in the secluded meadow.

Finally, the eruption of cum slows and stops, the bearded bear still trying
to suck out more as the mustached bear gasps and pants.  Feeling that his
lover is spent, the bearded bear removes his finger, and slowly lifts his
mouth. He moves up the rock over the mustached bear, sliding the thong down
as he goes, and gently kisses his lover's mouth.

The mustached bear raised his spread legs, and wraps them around the waist
of the bearded bear as they kiss, and pulls him close, drawing the bearded
bear's hard wet cock towards his anus. The bearded bear starts to resist,
not wanting to hurt him, but the look of longing in the mustached bears
eyes is too much, and he slowly presses his cock against his lovers
opening. More precum is unleashed, and it lubricates the way. So as they
lay out on the warm rock, the bearded bear on top of the sexy mustached
bear, his cock slips slowly in, penetrating deeper and deeper, without pain
and with growing pleasure. Finally, it is buried to the hilt, and they kiss
passionately.

The bearded bear starts to thrust his hips slowly and steadily, the feel of
the tight hot ass around him extraordinary. With no rush, he pumps back and
forth, and feels his lover respond, become one with the movement.  One is
not fucking the other; they are making slow steady love.

As the sun beats down on the bearded bears back, and their hairy chests and
bellies slide against each other, the bearded bear feels a pressure begin
to build in his balls. The mustached bear reaches down and grabs his ass,
squeezing hard, and the bearded bear begins to loudly growl. He presses his
mouth into the other bears shoulders and bites gently, then moves his
mouth, emitting growls and then biting, marking the mustached bear as his.

The bearded bear begins to thrust harder, almost ramming his cock back and
forth, close to losing control. As the mustached bear moans in pleasure,
and the bearded bear knows they are both enjoying it, he does, unleashing a
hard burst of cum inside his lover. Wave after wave erupts from him as his
muscles tighten and loosen, and he arches his back and roars out his
triumph to the open sky.

Finally, the orgasm ends, and the bearded bear slumps exhausted, holding
his lover tightly, whispering "thank you, love you" over and over. They
half nap on the sunny rock that way for a bit, before gathering the energy
to get up and put there pants back on.  With a soft gentle kiss, the move
back to the lake trail and finish their walk, ending back up at the blanket
and the chocolate, which the mustached bear exclaims over then feeds them
both, being careful of the bearded bears playful teeth.

Finally, as the afternoon draws to a close, they walk to the lake, and dip
their feet in, watching the sun set over the trees, and the sky brighten in
shades of red and violet and deep blue. They sit, arms around each other,
in contented silence, and enjoy the show. The mustached bear places his
head down on the bearded bear's shoulder, and is drawn in closer, a soft
kiss being planted on top of his head.

Then, as the twilight deepens, they get up and pack their blanket and
picnic gear, and head back to the hotel. The bearded bear again thanks the
sexier mustached bear, saying what a wonderful job he has done finding the
spot, making the lunch, and being so perfect, placing a finger over the
mustached bears mouth to stop any protest, then moving the hand down again
to caress his lover's thigh as they drive. The story ends with the
mustached bear's hand gently closing over the bearded bear's hand, softly
caressing, bringing the day complete circle.