The Great Outdoors
#18 of Quickies
Two gay stereotypes fuck, I guess???
Sometimes when the outdoor calls, you have to answer. I dressed quickly, taking nothing but the essentials: clothes, keys and - since the moon was heavy in the sky - a flashlight. The last wouldn't have been needed, but I planned on going further afield than the corner store.
My feet escorted me out of town, past the flats and shops to a little pocket of heavenly nature. I wasn't the only one who knew about it - I could still see remains of an old bonfire - but even in daylight nobody usually came here. My rule of thumb was: if you could pee without being caught, you were far enough.
It was still the summer-side of autumn, and it wasn't one of those mornings where you had to wrap up. Being out here, slowly taking my shoes off, ignoring the risk of glass and parasites, really gives you a primal feeling. It was like being back in time.
"Want some company?" the bear inquired.
I aimed the flashlight at the sound. A hulking, hairy outline now stood out from the rest of the shadows. My heart raced as my brain tried to process what I was seeing. It was completely unbelievable.
What the hell was a bear doing out here?
Shielding his face with one of his paws, the black-furred were-bear - the longer I looked, the more I could discern the more human features the figure was sporting - growled, "Oi, watch it!"
I aimed the beam lower, following his short, thick neck down to the strong-man-like shape encased in that thick coat of fur. Huge pectorals with dark nipples. Thick, almost circular torso. Red, raging erection.
As though he'd been held physically while being unintentionally blinded, he suddenly burst into motion. Padding over, his teeth gleaming on the edge of the spray of light as he aimed his muzzle down at me.
"I wasn't expecting company," I informed him, finally dropping the flashlight. For what it was worth, I got a good look at his huge paws.
"Neither was I," he replied, holding his paws out to show off. "But now that you're here, why don't we have some fun."
"Want me to call the university," I answered sternly, "and let them know one of their students is acting like a creepy rapist in the middle of the woods?"
I've never seen a cocky grin break apart into a look of frightened horror that quickly before. "No, no, please, oh my god," he babbled, "no, please don't tell! I..."
It was my turn to break out in a grin. I had him where I wanted him, but I still had to tread lightly: a bear was still a bear. "Let me guess," I sighed, feigning annoyance, moving the flashlight back to his cock. "You were expecting company, only it wasn't me?"
The bear confessed. Ben - which I got him to tell me - was just a horny, dumb university student who had wanted to let off some "steam" and had arranged a hook-up with a fellow theiranthrope. While he talked, I manoeuvred him over to a large fallen log I hoped would support his weight as he continued to tell me about the situation. Another theiranthrope wanted to roleplay getting hunted by a bear. "We have to be careful about infecting people," he informed me.
I already knew. Having to clench my jaw to keep from laughing, I scooted out of my pants until they hung about my ankles. Sympathetically, I patted his leg, taking the chance to slide my slowly-webbing hand on the inside of his thigh while I rubbed my creamy, fresh new chest fur through my shirt as more tufts sprouted, changes accompanying my increasing arousal. He'd been so freaked out getting the wrong guy that he hadn't noticed I already knew.
"Well," I replied slowly, relaxing my mouth as I felt the starting creaking of my jaw pushing out into my muzzle, "I won't tell on you. You're kind of an idiot, but you're also kind of adorably naive."
"Wha-?" he asked, as I jumped him, my thick ruddery tail tearing off my briefs. I could see his eyes going wide as a were-otter pounced.
I plugged his stupid muzzle with my own.
Normally I wasn't this aggressive. Nor was I into dumb young things who couldn't control themselves. But I had an obviously eager, pent-up young bear. It seemed cruel to not take charge of the situation.
He froze up for a bit, then melted into a big furry puddle in my hands. His cock had gone flaccid when he learned he'd try to frighten the wrong guy, but I was pretty much what he'd been after: a local gay theiranthrope booty call in the middle of the woods. He wanted it so badly, but he clearly needed to be taught a couple of things.
"You should use more tongue," I suggested, forcing mine into his mouth to show him.
I heard him grunt a muffled, "Oh," and then suddenly his tongue and mine were wrestling against each other.
My hands were bored, so they wandered over his body for some of the usual erogenous hot-spots. I felt his cock twitch when my padded finger ran over his nipples, feeling the grunt of hot air force its way into my mouth. My fangs glimmered, saliva dripping off them; he looked confused as I wriggled off of him - I had to remember to find myself a were-bear if this one didn't work out, they were incredibly comfortable to lay on - and focused on toying with his nipples, hearing his breath catch as my hands meandered some more around his big, bristling body. My goal was his cock, but I didn't want to get there too quickly. It wasn't often I had company on my wilderness adventures.
"Fuck," he panted, "how are you so good at this?"
I wasn't, really, but he was naive so he didn't know better, and I wasn't going to shatter his first experience with a little thing like the truth. Besides, my mouth was too busy to answer him.
My paw finally meandered down to his cock; he grunted as he sat up. Excited pre-cum had splurted out of his shaft. My mind whirred, and I advised, "Bring lube next time. And condoms. And clean your butt out."
"But I wasn't-" he started.
A finger sticky with his emissions jumped up to his lips while I slowly pumped him. "Yeah, but you might have. It's easy to get carried away in the moment, but it's easier if you're already prepared to get carried away. Hey, I didn't come prepared for company either."
Then I went down on him. There's nothing like aggressively taking a guy in your mouth, particularly when he's incredibly suggestible and ignorant enough to not know when you were fucking up. I should have used more tongue, I probably could have tried deep-throating him, I should have toyed with his big, hulking balls more.
I guessed I was caught up in my own fantasy - which I wasn't aware I had until I'd stumbled upon it - and just wanted to dominate this monster in the easiest way possible: by taking his throbbing, dripping cock into my mouth and giving him a good time.
Things quickly came to a head - so to speak - when I started hearing him breathing heavily. It was too soon, too fast; but by the time I stopped it was too late. He was moaning, and my mouth was filling with hot spikes of bear fluid.
Even though he came quickly, there was quite a lot of it: either he was a natural producer, or he'd been holding off especially for tonight. I moved my hand down to finish squeezing it out of him, while I discreetly spat his load out amongst the dirt and leaf litter.
"Wow, god, that was intense!" he exclaimed. "Uh, thank you."
"You're welcome," I replied, giving him enough of a chance to catch his breath before straddling his chest.
"I like your markings," he blurted out, running one of his big hands over my body. He was babbling again, but I really didn't mind. Plus I liked the way he was touching me. "I don't have any," he added, even though I'd already had a pretty good look at him. "I like your cute, little round ears, too, and your paws are really good at, uh, stuff."
"This kind of stuff?" I said, reaching back to rub his sheath.
"Yeah," Ben grinned, his eyes full of stars. "I had a good time."
"Oh, we're not done yet," I assured him. "There's another part of me that I'm going to make sure you lo-"
A twig had snapped behind me. I twisted my neck round; Ben looked up too. A guy, walking slowly as though looking for something, and checking his phone. He paused; then we heard a musical tone play.
"It's him!" Ben gasped.
"Well, well," I thought, licking my lips.