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Jacob let out quite the audible sigh, cheek perched atop his right fist, elbow squared in the window of an old sky blue short box fifties Ford with rust in all the right places as it barreled down a very worn in backroad. Trees and forestry lining both sides, catching and deadening a dull drum hum of the truck's small block while everything in between was soaked in thick, hot, and heavy air. Moistened with one hundred fifteen degree heat at ninety percent humidity creating a heat index of god knows how hot. Leaving any occupant of the AC unequipped truck a living puddle of their own stew, turning all riders into a swamp with just a short ride.

Jake was no specialty to this rule, pits wet and leaking more than he would like in his plain sleeveless T, scrawny arms shown off well, head hung as far out in the breeze as it could be trying to stay dry and cool amidst a constant blast of unrelenting heat. Tight little denim daisy dukes restraining his package and perfectly curved tight tail, coupled with the swamp ass plaguing him although he did enjoy the slickness it brought to his nethers. Only other thing Jacob found slightly pleasant was his father next to him driving, well his adoptive father anyway. Bo and his mate Joe had picked Jacob up alongside the road as a cub and raised him as their own. Burly muscle gutted bear sitting shirtless driving him out to some nonspecific undisclosed foresty location for some father-son bonding style camping trip, which was fair, anymore Jake spent his weekends and evenings with long time friend turned new love Dennis and his once tight ass. The sultry heat besetting them both, their bodies filling the small cab with a disgusting intoxicating mix of male scent, bodies wreaking with musk and sweat, rolling down the backroad.

Smoke slowly began to roll from beneath the old Ford's hood before losing power, slowing to a halt as Bo pulled to roadside.

"Son of a Bitch! I told Cutter not to fuck with the goddamn thermostat, and what does he do?" Bo turned, raising a brow to Jake who sarcastically replied.

" I don't know dad, fuck with the thermostat?" The deer chuckled to himself as Bo hopped out, moving to check under the hood, equally distant and muttered swears following. Coming back and pulling out a smartphone to call, ass chew, and check the Palamino mechanic's sloppy work, demanding a free tow for this grievance. Bo hung up the phone sighing equally annoyed as Jacob at this situation, slamming his thick bear fist against the steering wheel, soon realizing how hard and aroused he was at his and his son's pungent maleness permeating the small space. Thick and needy bear cock pressing painfully against the black denim prison it was trapped in, the full-length pants trapping every bit of bear heat baking within them, Jakes pungent b-o rolling along his snout, driving the elder ursine mad. The only thing holding Bo back in restraint was the impending taboo act and how it would be viewed if they were caught inside one another, that very reserve soon failed, crumbling under its own weight.

"Jesus boy, do you even know what a shower is?" Sharply inhaling the deer son's pungent scent in feigned disgust, throbbing cock a glaring give away, pulsing its meaty way down a pant leg, clearly noticeable to anyone but the blind or daft. Dennis may have played a part in getting the deer to not shower for three days so his subby little bitch could roil in rancid cervine scent.

"It's this fucking heat da-" He was cut off, caught off guard at the cucumber poking down towards Bo's left knee.

"Haha, which one?" The bear chuckled, deviant smirk breaking across his muzzle, slowly reaching down to his jean crotch and unzipping his fly, immediate scent of pure male bear crotch blooming skyward, mixing and overpowering the deers.

"The one outside, or the one in here?" Bo offered, catching the blatant peter gazing, adding a gesture to see if his hot little piece of tail would bite.

"Curious boy?" Watching Jake's eyes transfixed upon the dark denim cave surrounding his father's groin.

"Why don't you scrootch over next to daddy and slip a paw down here?" Bo asked, sentence leaving his lips with just a small bit of intent behind them. Jake blushed looking down at the floor, thoughts racing as he was unsure of what to think, do, or say, eyes slowly rolling up to the cab roof, ass being the first thing to move. Hips sliding his perfectly rounded cheeks wrapped in scraggly denim over the black vinyl seat in one smooth glide. Eyes slowly magnetizing themselves to Bo's open fly as he slid right up next to the big burly muscle gut of a brown bear, thick moundly bicep and forearm slipping off the seat and slapping its way around Jakes smaller, leaner form with paw resting over top, gripping the deer's right thigh. Jake bit his lip, left paw grazing the fur of his father's chubby lower navel and crouching past Bo's state line, the bear's stomach kept things relatively out of view so Jacob had no idea what he was getting himself into. Going off touch alone, slipping down between a thick burly furred thigh and hot fuming hunk of manhood, Jake's delicate fingertips caressing over and grasping what felt like two pool balls wrapped in a slippery felt sac, rolling them pinky to pointer as he palmed his father's impressive orbs.

"Mmmmm......" A soft low growl emanating from Bo's barrel of a chest, relaxing back and shutting his eyes, Jacob nervously looking back towards the empty road expecting someone to drive by and catch them.

"Relax Jaky, with as small as our town is and the time of day, no one's gonna be out our way besides Cutter and he's at least a good minute out, so get after it bud." Daddy's words quelling Jakes' nerves, he seemingly let loose against his inhibitions, unzipping Bo's fly completely, fishing out that meaty bear cannon from its sweltering prison. Heavy musk quickly popping him square in the maw as had as a fresh bottle of smelling salts. Standing proudly before Jake his father's member stood 3 inches thick and an even 7 inches long, its scent was exhilarating, quickly penetrating and enrapturing the little deer's nose, overtaking his mind. Jacob tentatively licked his lips, he'd never sucked a dick before his now-boyfriend Dennis, he was a virgin and still after, he only topped the subby donkey. Thoughts slowly feeling so right, mouth hanging agape in a welcoming O shape, Bo grabbed one of Jacobs antlers guiding his eager son's mouth right upon the broad tip, moaning as the newbie took to sucking cock like second nature. The deer's lips stretching over the pop can sized ursine cock, cheeks bulging, Jake couldn't believe what he was doing but the thought only crossed for but a moment before the taste of dick overran him. Pressing downward, and bulging his cheeks outward further as the bulky head scraped towards being throat bound and beckoning for more, twitching just against Jacobs uvula causing a slight gag, Bo placing a paw on his neck pressing downward.

"Come on Jaky, your father could take the whole thing, no problem, and this can either go in your mouth or your ass, your choice of course." Jake's cheeks went flush bright red at the thought, cock jumping, pressing against the zipper of his tight little dukes, himself bent over underneath this bull of a bear hammering away at his backside. Heated Inner curiosity couldn't help but drop down all the way, hilting the ursine dick in his throat, thick, musky, and attractively fetid taste coating his maw. Enjoying this wild odd and random blessing of a treat, before slowly coming to the thought of, well, he wanted more.

"I want you in my ass Bo!" Popping the cock fresh and frothy from his mouth, rifling those words in a pure heated lusty haste, almost slapping a hand over his mouth in shame but it was too late, the comment had already been spoken. Jakes's head and antlers dropped in shame, face feeling hot again by what he'd just said to his father. Bo responded by bringing his thick furred arm from the cabs driver window over to his son's stomach, trailing a lone pointer claw up from his navel, over the deers subtle soft chest and neck, taking Jacobs chin between two claws meeting his gaze, looking at his son who matched eyes but only briefly before lips met. Thick broad confident ursine tongue filling the lithe deer's mouth to the point of almost choking him but Jacob was in heaven. Fuck, he latched onto Bo's muzzle suckling their lips together, laying his smaller cervine tongue in the valley of Bo's larger one acting as a warm silken bed, both swirling around and around the other in Jake's mouth. Little deer moaning into the bear's own growls, soft almost effeminate hand now stroking what could only be described as a hefty pillar of hot sweaty bear dick. Slick with stank from cooking in a tight denim trap, Jacob cracked an eye looking down wishing he almost hadn't. Bo was peaking out of the top of his zipper with at most a little over half of him showing. Jake moaned and went weak at the site, he needed that monumental pillar of anal destruction in him but there was no way he was gonna take that without lube having retained his backdoor cherry.

Jacob slipped from the bear's grasp just long enough to pull his shirt off, skinny sweaty chest now bare to the cab's heat, not breaking the kiss, sucking on Bo's tongue as he stripped where he could. Slowly parting lips planting several smaller ones, playing and pulling on the bear's big black strips of licorice for lips, needing this man's cock in his gut, turning around and leaning toward the truck side door, both paws on the window, swaying his hips side to side, taunting Bo.

"Ohhh shit." Bo couldn't believe what he was seeing, but he wasn't gonna miss out, reaching forward, hooking two claw sets in opposite belt loops and yanking the dukes down around Jake's knees. The bear's snout hovering inches away from his son's ass crack, cheeks toned and firm, treasure trail to sweat-glazed sack. Bo gripped both soft fluffy brown furred cheeks, pulling Jake's ass apart, tail and crack taught and open to the world. Flicking that thick ursine tongue along his lips once coupled with a sharp long inhale of Jacobs ass, Bo dove after the deer's dirt button, nose flush at the top of his ass crack, large slick tongue lapping along across the all too tight balloon knot, licking the young man's soup of the day free from his hole. Lubing the outer ring thoroughly with a swirl before slowly twirling tongue tip from the rim to dead center. Jake was in heaven, both arms locked holding himself up against the passenger door. Sensations he'd never known making him lock up, arch his back and raise tail pressing back into Bo's muzzle, gasping under Bo's jamming tongue tip bullseye up his ass, parting his most sacred inner ring and wriggling its way inward as far as Jakes cherry would let it go.

"Ahhhh." Jake moaned out only making Bo drive his tongue deep as far as it would go, wriggling and rolling the slippery invader explored every nook, cranny, crevice, and fold of deer gut, lapping, licking at Jacobs prostate. Bo's dick stood at its full attention, a true testament to maleness on its own before you added the sexy bear daddy attached to it, and it could no longer stand the outright wrought heat of the cab it kneaded a proper sleeve. Bo was on that ass like an alcoholic paid and set free to the bars on a Friday night. It may have been his son but he wasn't easy, this little bitch's scent had made him hot and unleashed a pent up animal. Shifting and shuffling in the tight space for the large ursine, he knelt behind Jake lining up that fat bear cannon.

Grinding his tip against the young buck's inexperienced sweat slopped hole and pressing, Jake baying back for him, his hole straining to take the massive appendage until the helmet head parted Jacobs ring wider than anything that had come out of there. Jake's eyes shot wide, gritting his teeth as the flesh of his ass expanded, taking Bo's tip at a painful rate, the deer hung his antlers out of the window, forehead braced up the sill, waiting for the searing pain of his ass to soothe, but then after what seemed like hours of being split in twain, Bo was in. All the way in as his hips bucked softly at first, furry sack meeting Jacobs, gradully unleashing, Jacob moaning at the initial pressure on his swollen g-spot, immediately relaxing into the delightful feeling of a cock up one's rectum. Eyes bolting open as his father was no longer gentle unleashing a flurry of deep steady pistoning jabs, thrusting ursine male hood plunging unto his rear, pushing two antlers repeatedly out of the passenger side window. Jacob went weak, every bit of his body enraptured by Bo's hefty girth, piercing the hot clenching core of his very being, he could only brace himself against the truck's door as Bo took him. Clenching every time the ursine grunted and drove it home, sweat and pre slickened bear meat pressing Jaky's sensitive little button.

Their mating grew savage as Bo bred the feminine little bitches heat, Jake's cock hung under him, swaying with every ass and ball slapping thrust swinging dribbles of pre as their end neared, Bo leaned forward gripping Jakes shoulder digging with each inch. Using every bit of his newfound leverage to keep his leaking cock mostly hilted letting his hips kick into automatic overdrive, pounding away at Jacob's ass like it was his best and hottest fuck he'd ever gotten. To Jakes own horrific delight he found himself bucking back into Bo's oh so beckoning thrusts, as soon as it had started and grown heated, it came to a head, the large bear throwing his hips forward driving that impressive cock deep into Jakes rectum unleashing a huge volley of ursine seed artillery deep unto his sons gut.

Jacobs' eyes shot bolt wide open, a completely new and foreign sensation flooding the very insides just beneath his core, it felt . . . . odd to say the least adding the lightest bits of pleasure to his state, then pulled back and slamming it home again hitting Jakes desperately needy bullseye sending him into convulsing waves of white lightning highs and orgasmic euphoria. Resting against the window frame, Jake arched his back as he was claimed by the larger male, ass cherry taken by his father no less, and without shame he admittedly loved it. Shaking, convulsing underneath the big bear his dick flexed, spasming in time with his no longer tight anus, attempting to grip Bo's cock dumping seed inside him, spewing spurts and jets all over the seat under him. The pair moaned, grunting and grinding, quivering with every motion against the other,

"Ah hah ahhhh..... SHIT kid" Bo spoke out of breath, hearing the sudden passing of a tow truck.

"SHIT, IT'S FUCKING CUTTER!" Abruptly pulling free from Jacobs hole with the loveliest of slurpy sucking pops, cum cascading down the deers taint and sack, shafts still spurting puddles. Jakes splattering the seat several more times while Bo's shot a few healthy globs on each of the deers ass cheeks and one healthy glob right at the top of the cleft of his ass letting it dribble down inward toward his abused gaping hole. All the while strands of Bo's deposit hang in perfect curving strands from the mess he left in Jake to his own tip. Bo pulled back zipping up and getting out to chew out the white Palamino for screwing their weekend plans, leaving Jake to quickly put himself back together just behind the cover of a truck dash, slipping his dukes back on he could feel Bo's cum leaking out and pooling between his legs. Slick feeling of being filled keeping him kranked on, sitting atop the puddle he'd shot, leaning back shutting both eyes and smiling in post orgasmic bliss while the other two went back and forth about getting a free repair.

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Later, at the mechanic's shop

Dennis walked in casually swaying his hips in the effeminate manner as one does, door swinging open clapping a small brass bell announcing his presence.

"Cutter?. . ." He called out having been sent here by Jacob to check on his father's ride, Dennis admired Jake's sudden interest in spending time with his father and personally found it adorable.

"Cutter!" He echoed a second time, the ringing clang of a wrench hitting pavement gave the white and black spotted mechanic's location away. Perking both brows before stepping out into the always oddly hot garage, Dennis found himself looking up, eyes met with a charcoal maned Palamino looking slyly down back at him. The tall horse-faced man attached to a rather lean lanky body, Dennis's mind wondering if the equine's cock matched the rest of him.

"Oh shit, Hey how goes?" the grease and oil smudged equine spoke, wearing the clear demeanor of a working man bent on too little sleep and a full pot or two of coffee.

"Umm, well.." Dennis paused mid speak, naturally, the smaller burrow couldn't help himself, slut for brains gaze dropping down south in an all too noticeable manner, falling upon a rather long bulge in cutters beige denim and oil-stained jumpsuit.

"Hey, up here kid." Cutter stammered, flushed vaguely attempting to gloss over that he'd just caught a fellow male eye fucking him.

"The blue short box? Yeah, it's ready to go, just need Bo to come get the keys." Dennis shifted where he stood in an uncomfortable bout of arousal, slightly biting his lip, thinking on hoof.

"Well, they were wondering if it was ready if I could pick it up for them?" Cutter paused mulling the idea over before speaking.

"Unfortunately I can't do that, business policy and stuff, can't have anyone other than the owner or family pick up the customer's car."

Awkward silence befell the pair, Cutter slowly shifting on his hooves within himself, head cocked slightly in an obtuse manner to the rest of his body, arms hanging adjacent at his sides, chest seeming oddly squared up and flared...

"Was he flexing? Sure he held a slightly larger presence given his height but . . ." Peripheral darting where it could, nervously reading Cutters suddenly staunch and rigid posture. The light pink skinned jaw of the Palamino, cock slightly throbbing giving off a distinct equine-sized mushroom at the head of a fire hose.

"Look, if you help me with something I may be able to bend the rules this one time." The femme jackass's ears and face perked, tail flicking at the anticipation of what he was hoping to hear.

"Oh?"

"Yeah." Cutters expression dropped into an eager grin, calloused hands reaching for the midway on the zipper of his jumpsuit, smoothly pulling it all the way down to his left knee cap. Pink mottled flesh spear harkening itself into the hot free air, making its presence known.

"Ohhhhhhh ~~~~" Dennis's cock jumped, ass hole puckering at the site, face going a slight hue of fleshy pink, mouth agape in a slack jawed O.

"Yeah." Cutter unsleeved one lanky arm then the other pulling his split open suit down to waist level and holding it there, eyeing the hot little donkey slut standing in front of him. Cock throbbing to its full length of thirty six inches of pure stallion hood, an excellent example of length over girth while still being a horses member standing proudly between the two. Cutter gesturing to a cherry red and white 55' Chevy Belair,

"What do ya say? Want to get throat fucked on the hood of a man's ride?" The smaller burrow was there then gone as an almost blurred vision flew past Cutter, wearing an equally surprised look on the Palaminos mug at the cartoonish motion. Turning to find Dennis back flat on the hood, head upside down half hanging off next to the hood emblem, small hands unzipping his denim khakis and vigorously stroking himself. Smaller almost cissy burrow cock still standing over Dennis's torso mere inches from his chin, eyes filled with lust looking onward to Cutter.

"Well goddamn kid." Sauntering over, placing both hands on the hood, hips arching back while Dennis teased Cutters cock head with a few licks and sniffs, licking his lips and inhaling horse dong. Sucking down Cutters flare with ease, his long pink shaft sinking down the grey-furred sluts muzzle, tears of joy forming in Dennis's eyes as Cutters head punched his gag reflex with the force of a heavyweight boxers right hook and continued jabs. Pelvis driving home a veritable STEAM sale of cock all the way, and I mean aLLLLLLLL the way. Swelling flare popping itself into Dennis's stomach, throat acting as quite the lovely cock sleeve for surrogate mare heat, spit quickly pooling in Dennis's cheeks, drooling down his lips and Cutter's sac.

" I know the hoods white, but swallow all of this." The Palamino spoke between grunts and enthused hip throws, Dennis only able to utter a muffled "mhmmphh" from his sloppy pre-glazed lips. Cutter grasping the sides Dennis's underdeveloped pecs and heaving, pulling back, a noticeable bulge flaring in the donkey's throat, every muscle in Cutters lanky upper body contracting, driving it down Dennis's warm, sex-soaked gullet. Flare engorging to its full size upon popping past the tail end of his esophagus. Tip pulsating madly as if buried in a mares prime estrus, hefty cockslit spewing forth the hot roiling contents of a pent-up stallions loins whitewashing the insides of the smaller donkeys belly.

Dennis was already met with a prime view few would see, two hefty horse orbs resting upon his nose, the resounding, irrefutable stank of the pairs bag and accompanying jungle bridge already pungent and rife on his breathe until he exhaled. Musk almost akin to his brothers permeating upward from his stomach, filling his lungs and exiting his nostrils. The scents were...... oh god, it was heavenly, that much spunk swelling in his stomach and putrifying senses was to rare to only have a small taste, Dennis.. he needed more. Eyes rolling upward to the source of this male font in site, funk-laden haze only driving his desire to get more inside him. He removed one hand from the Palaminos hips, taking a quick swipe from the slop of his maw, stretching his still grappled paw to part Cutter's cheeks, he did a quick swirl around Cutters pucker and drove a decently sized digit down to the knuckle. Cutter whinnying in protest only briefly as the burrows finger penetrated his spasming colon, quickly finding that sweet horse nut and nudging it in the most diabolical of ways, pressure still causing another 3 inches of cum and spittle soaked stallion rod to be driven down Dennis's insides, hefty bag now resting upon the femme cum sluts tongue.

"FUUUuuuck!" The larger male moaned, voice pitching upward like a bitch in heat having her clit assaulted, tremors rumbling through his upper body going downward, knees slowly buckling outward. Dennis grinning throat full of cock as he knew he'd won their deal although not without recourse, his belly swelling, gurgling and belching as his motions milking the male inside him dry, combined with his own lust and Cutter haphazardly gripping Dennis's leaky twitcher of a cock and jerking him in amateur fashion, he came. Swallowing repeatedly, milking that glorious man's piece pulsating inside him, while launching a full facial assault of hot sticky equine webbing in excessive amounts, neither stopping their motions until both lay exhausted upon the hood of a classic. Cutter slowly unsheathing from Dennis's sloppy wrecked face, whining as the flare slipped back into his throat, belly quickly snapping its entrance shut to digest its meal of musky viscous wrigglers, long meaty girth achingly pulling free from Dennis's muzzle.

"Well shit kid, I'm no fag but you got yourself a deal." Cutter postured himself, both hands on the hood, hips slowly regaining steadiness from the slick haven he'd just popped out of. Shaking the excess spoo off before tucking and rezipping the workman's suit back up, gesturing over to a small bathroom in the back of the shop with a thumb, making strides to the office.

"Go get yourself cleaned up, I'll lock up, Bo's Ford is out front, I'm driving." The two joined in the cab, small-block roaring at the turnkey and grumbled after awakening, a bit of awkward silence fell upon them as post nut contemplation fell over Cutter. After a rather quick back and forth with himself, biting his lip as he thought, looking over at Dennis whom merely smiled, letting out a soft dick flavored belch, he uttered.

"You've got a brother right?" Dennis thumped his tail as he could at every implication of the question, sparking off a quick "HAH, yeah." in response.

"Good, think I'd like to meet him." Shifting gears, they growled off towards their destination.

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Later that night, but many years ago.

The whizzing sound of a vibrator slowly dying, growing much lower in tempo and sturdier in the vibes it's making muffled by the flesh hallow repeatedly swallowing and regurgitating the neon pink phallic toy to the tip filling an otherwise silent room, competing only with the drowning ac kicking on and off.

"Shit." Joe pulled the now silent and lifeless vibrator from his ass, popping the cap and hucking a few drained AA's across the room, sinking the basket tucked in the room's corner. Slipping from his pearly white layered bed and the oh so cozy thick white comforter beckoning him to stay and sloth. The rather skinny blonde-haired, lank of a hill billy moved city man stood and stretched, cold air from an ac blast across his lube slicked crack. Shivering and grinch sneaking out into the hall, out into the main foyer of his rather plain, white bread, upscale apartment, tiptoeing out into the kitchen, only to find his junk drawer absent of any sort of power for his pseudo phallus.

"Fuck!" Frustration and feigned buildup popped from his mouth in one all telling word, calloused workman's hands slamming the drawer shut. Joe letting out a sigh in a sign of "mission failed we'll get'em next time" briefs tented painfully with a throbbing bulge, soaked seethrough by the raging sausage within. Shoulders hung in defeat, Joe began the retreat to just jackoff normally, isolated in his room when the deep, grumbling salvation rang throughout Joe's apartment in the form of his childhood friend Bo, rapturous sleeping bellows emanating from the 6'11" urcines chest.

Joe stood contemplating thoughts of his big bear friend mounting and fucking him silly, the thoughts only intensified as Joe's eyes glossed over the several-hundred-pound bear's form, thick scruff down to the burly muscle gut laying in a mound of manly muscles he'd love to be mounted by. Eyes finally falling upon what truly makes this encounter noteworthy, Bo's throbbing raggedy denim wrapped bulge, firmly formed in the shape of a tented member aching for attention, twitching against the zipper. Joe had always joked with the saying of hung like a bear but had never really satiated that bit of curiosity, legitimately still wondering about the overall performance of Bo's member and, after all, the guy slept through pretty much everything especially after a night of drinking. Joe tip-toed over sinking himself by the knee betwixt the ursine's legs, popping the jean button revealed a heaving half wake monstrosity of a bear cock, the breath in Joe's lung left him in one hot pant. The gesture registered, even if subconsciously the hot huff cresting over his cock was enough to make the ursine beast body go slack, a soft half-formed smile on the forming on the bear's face.

"Jackpot." Was all Bo's slutty friend had on his mind, mouth slacking in a sloppy O, practically sheathing Bo in one hefty inhaling, not much past a low pleasured growl came from the bear's throat, clearly his dream just improved. Joe's mind a fraught with big bear flavor, musk, and manly scent abound Jo's cortex.

"My God! Why have I knot sucked this cock before?!??!?!!" The words graffiti'd themselves in bright neon across his mind, starving Joe ate as much dick as he could, slobbering over every girthy inch, achingly slamming it into his throat with bruise-worthy nature. Repeated gags, deep grated snoring, and high-end AC graced Jo's small inner city apartment, Bo's groin slathered in his buddies muzzle slime, saliva marinating the bear's sac and curlies with jo's face smacking Bo's navel repeatedly. Following the settings natural progression, Joe couldn't take this massive bear dong solely in his throat for long, shamelessly mounting his passed out friend, with ease piercing that big bear dick deep up his ass, the head "popping" was of no issue and by far the foremost highlight of this most hefty of rides. Hands pressed to his friends working man's pecs, braced for the ride of a life, he wasn't let down, his bear friend rhythmically humping away with his head once safely "tucked" in, the pure instinctual nature driving Joe nuts as Bo, his big bear friend, pounded his guts.

"UGH, fuuuuuuuUUUUUHHHHHHHck." this hooman couldn't last, sure as soon shootin upon his big burly buds chest in small gaffes and ganders, the big bro awoke, his little upon his chest. The ursines eyes cracked to Jo's a test but it was too late, the half hammered ass couldn't last, as eyes met, lines crossed as lips locked and a past was met with a future that couldn't fast. Before he knew it, Bo had blew it deep inside his buddies guts he knew it, what had been done couldn't be undone, against all rational thought he gripped both cheeks, harkening home what he needed, bucking and bucking, to their lust both greeded, Bo deeply seeded Joe's ass. Waking in half horrified kiss, mixed with pure supple bliss, Bo kept personally silent while he experienced this, Jo's soft lips against his own, cock deep in his male heat, holy fuck it felt better than any puss he'd gotten, both big calloused strong hands on Jo's soft supple hips made it hard not to nut. The stew of bear pre, lube, and a human's hot eager male hole benefiting to his waking detriment, Joe shrilled bucking back at the NASA worthy launch happening in his asshole. Bo's bear bawls firing volley after volley of hawt arching bear seed deep in Joe's insides, the excess bear cubs flooding out almost immediately slapping both of their groins with a semi-audible "plap".

Bo merely curled his lips as bears in pure euphoric paradise do, not caring where the contents of his sack landed, grunting and bucking, big rough claws bracing equally rough paws over soft supple hips of the soft feminine white boy asscheeks he fucked. Blowing arc after sticky fertile bear musk-laden funky arc, coating every inch of his human friend's bowels and then some.

"Fuck." was all Bo could muster, although much more elongated and curtailed, the one word phrase fit as his weight clung warmly to his seed receptacle, Joe curling, and cuddling, wrapping around Bo in the most unlikely of ways.

"Bo, what the fuck. . . ." The bear, his bear, flexed holding his friend close.

"Shhhhh. shhh..shh, shut the fuck up Joe. Your ass feels great." He spoke drowsy but cock steadily throbbing, spurting the last bits of Bo's bag as far as they could be, dropped in Joe's butthole.

"Fuck. Does this make us a thing?" Joe muttered, words endorphin laced, luscious and fuzzy, Bo's warm furry pecs serving only to cement him in place.

"Doesn't have too." Bo threw the usual detach line out, not really wayning one way or another, getting cut off.

"I want it too." The unadmitted thirst between Joe and Bo now sated, Jo clamping that girth in his ass several times as hard as he possibly could, not wanting the impending empty feeling.

" I s'pose it does then." Bo grinned, consciously shrugging off he just nutted in his best buddies guts.

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Many years later.

"Best ass I ever fucked." The big bear grinned, chuckling in his barrel of a chest, Joe sat up on his hands jabbing Bo in the side.

"Better be the only ass you fucked." They both laughed after a short pause,

"You want a beer?"

"You know I do babe." Bo looking up and sharing the warm cheeky grin, watching Jo walk-off swaying those soft hips, catching a glimpse of the slick mess he'd made of that crack. Padding down the creeky shag floor, turning corner, the unmistakeable muffle of a light "ahh." Stopping his big tow a centimeter from cold linoleum, gears clicked pulling Jo's face into a smirk, pivoting on ball heel to hug wall just next to the basement stair door, lightly cracking it to show off a rather unique sight.

Joe's eye widened, spying his son on knees behind his burrow friend, pounding away at his backside, the lewd plaps and schlicks pairing nicely with the scent they were permeating the downstairs with. Jo reached back and teased the slick sloppy mess of a hole he now bore, flat broad crest of his pointer and middle finger tips rocking a cradle motion betwixt worn lips giving raise to Jo's front, back to the wall thinking of his bear ruining his insides again, cock giving a sturdy jump under Joe's free hand stroking over the head. Crescendoing pitched moans made this hot little moment a little too short lived as creaking step boards caused Joe to quickly disarm and shuffle hastily to the fridge, wrenching it open snagging 2 tall boys, turning to Dennis and Jacob, all 3 parties sharing the same nervous "Oh shit I hope I didn't get caught." worried half brow raised look.

"Where are you two headed off to?" Jo said attempting to wear only a half amused smirk, running the two slick fingers against the rim of one can. The two half looked at each other before,

"Out." then proceeded out front, weak screen door slamming behind their exit, Joe paused letting out an internal sigh of relief, moving to take a peak the basement light, sending a nice glittery sheen amongst Dennis and Jacobs love puddle. He stood there twiddling every bit of slickness from his fingers onto said can, growing lost in thought Jo's thong grew tight and with an absent mind brought the unopened can to his lips, scent of his sex slewn hole snapping him back.

"Whew! that ones Bo's." Eyeing the glinting puddle only stirred further Idea's......