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It was like a door that had opened just a little bit was suddenly slammed shut again.

The dates, their little getaways, the occasional lovemaking vanished without a trace. Yonah was convinced to have been able to deal with those, if he only had the possibility to see or at least to speak to the bear. But the cutoff was absolute: The bear was gone like everything up until that point had been a dream.

The boy was able to deal with TJ, to dissipate the suspicions that Marc had planted in his younger brother's mind. Being his best friend meant that Yonah knew about TJ's little faults, especially the young bear's easygoing excursiveness. It was one of the qualities that Yonah had been convinced to have fallen for in the past, now it was an easy way out of the difficult questions. One visit later to his family later, where TJ could admire Yonah's sister at the dinner table and there were no questions about Yonah's relation to the ursine father anymore.

Still it was a warning shot that was ringing in Yonah's ear and that upset his life. The boy had been convinced to be able to deal with the bear's absence.

During the first few days, Yonah still hoped to hear from the man again, but after a week the hope had died a slow ugly death and that was the time when lovesickness hit him like it could only hit a teenage boy: It drained him, took away every ounce of energy, dulled every sensation and weighed him down. It took away his sleep and his appetite. He did not even feel the hunger, he only ate when his family grew suspicious.

Dealing with school and family was still easy, it was part of his routine. Dealing with TJ was awkward, but manageable. It was the short moments in between that tore him apart. He could not stand to be alone, as it reminded him of the loneliness that he faced. It drove him up the walls. Several times he broke down crying, buried himself in the sheets of his bed so that nobody would hear him sobbing.

He was at the end of his tether, when TJ casually mentioned that he and Marc would be gone for two days, to visit his mother who lived at the other side of the state.

The little bit of information electrified the stoat. It overwhelmed him and he struggled to contain himself in front of his friend.

He started to count days, anxiously waiting for the date. Very carefully he quizzed TJ about it, tried to get narrow down the times and dates.

It all boiled down to a Friday evening when Yonah retrieved his bike from the garage and set out.

He chose a different route, avoided the more direct, but much more visible old State Highway and chose the dirt tracks between farmland instead, riding over rocks and troughs dug into the soft earth by the heavy farm equipment after the rain, before the soil had hardened under the summer sun, transforming the ground into rock hard crest and cliffs.

It did not matter to the boy, even though he was drenched with sweat soon enough.

When he got close to his destination, he slowed down and climbed off his bike. Through some bushes, he could see that the family's second car (an old Dodge) was still parked on the farmyard, next to the pickup the father preferred to drive.

Yonah sat down on a rock, behind a few bushes and waited.

Impatiently he bided his time.

Then he saw the Dodge coming from the old farmhouse, turning left onto the old Highway and driving right past him, two persons on its seats.

Yonah exhaled and closed his eyes.

He could feel the rush of adrenaline in his veins. Massive amounts of blood seemed to pump into every limb, he could feel the powerful thumping in his head. Still he waited, he did not know for how long, before he finally climbed onto his bike again and drove to the farmhouse as fast as he could.

He was totally out of breath when he rang the doorbell. He was even coughing when the door opened and the large bear looked down on him.

A moment passed.

The man looked at the stoat, he looked at the farmyard where the second car was noticeably absent, he looked at the boy again and then he grabbed him, embraced him, nearly crushed him and Yonah returned the embrace.

They started kissing frantically, half of their kisses missing the other one's mouth, but it did not matter as there was always something of the other one to kiss: A chin, a cheek, a nose, an eye, a neck and lips that seemed to melt away under the heat of passion.

The huge ursine paws tore the clothes off the boy. He was naked faster than he was inside the house. The warm wind brushed over his suddenly exposed body, but it was the kisses that gave him goose bumps, kisses that explored his chest, that found his nipples, his belly down to his pubic fur. His dick was almost painfully erect when the bear lifted him off the ground like he weighed nothing at all and carried him inside, through corridors, rooms. He had no time to assess them, because abruptly he landed on a bed, bouncing off the mattress, lying still between the sheets. He had just enough time to lift his head, to see how the bear undid his pants and let them drop to the floor, exposing a raging hardon.

A little bottle of lube flashed up. The dick glistened slick and wet. The bear grabbed his legs and lifted them off the bed.

He was oncoming.

The penetration was brutal and painful.

The bear held his legs, and the stoat squirmed beneath him, yet unable to change his position all that much so that the ursine dick still came down on his ass with all the power and weight of the large man. It took only few, yet excruciating moments before the glans broke through the ring of muscles.

Yonah screamed in pain. The bear gasped, feeling the powerful grip around his shaft that inexorably slipped into the boy's taut ass.

Tears of pain had welled up in the corner of his eyes, while the scream transformed into a moan and finally into random babble when his mind was completely unable to process the fucking the bear gave him.

With his arms by the boy's side, buried deep into the sheets of the bed and holding back the stoat's legs, the bear only lifted his groins before his own weight buried the cock all the way inside the boy again. The bear only shifted his pelvis a little bit, to enjoy the different depths and sensations of the boy's ass.

Beneath them the old bed creaked and rattled.

"Fu... Fu... Fu... Ffff..." The boy drooled, rolled his eyes, his dick oozed some sort of pre-cum while he was completely trapped beneath the bear, bearing the full brunt of every thrust that plunged the ursine dick in him, up until the painful limit of his behind. Yet every one of these overwhelmed him with mind-blowing ecstasy and they came on so fast.

Yonah came with a helpless yelp, his dick shooting a load, even though the bear had nowhere near finished.

Grunting, panting, sweat starting to soak the fur of his face, he continued to fuck the boy, his unfulfilled desire, his sexual frustration and his futile yearning for the boy during the last time breaking loose in uncontrollable passion. The sight of the stoat struggling beneath him, unable to contain his overwhelming emotions was exhilarating, mixed with the feeling of his dick being held, massaged and embraced by the boy's asshole, it was overwhelming.

The rhythm of pants, gasps and Yonah's mindless whine mixed with the sound of the creaking bed banging against the wall and most of all the slapping noise whenever the bear's powerful loins slammed against Yonah's stretched, raised buttocks.

The stoat's own dick had dwindled away after it had shot a load all over the boy's belly and chest, whereas the ursine dick was still growing, throbbing ever more forcefully, stretching the boy's muscles and warm depths even further.

"I'm, I'm..." The bear could not even finish the sentence. His climax hit him with such intensity. He spasmed and roared, his balls imploding as his cum shot hotly through his dick and burst out into the depths of the boy's ass.

Yonah squealed, feeling the sudden eruption deep inside him. Then he gasped, overcome by the feeling of not being able to contain all of the bear's seed.

The man above him was groaning, still spasming, his body completely out of his own control. For a moment he felt like suffocating, but then the feeling was drowned by the most intense of pleasure. He rolled his eyes, his limbs almost failed him. Shaking and trembling he struggled not to fall on top of the lithe boy. Instead he flopped to the side, his dick slipping from the boy's ass that had been overflowing with ursine seed.

With a groan the bear came to a halt, lying right beside the boy. He panted heavily.

Yonah shivered. He felt like he had done a near endless sports training, except that he felt the moisture between his legs that confirmed that the man had just spent himself inside of him.

For a moment they just lay there, not moving or doing anything at all.

The bear covered his face with an arm from the bright sunlight that came in through the window. Although evening was approaching, the sun showed no sign of setting yet.

It took a while before Yonah was able to move again. He rose a little bit and looked down on the bear who lay beside him, adoring his broad form. He noticed that the bear's sex was still halfway erected and covered in cum. Following an impulse the boy leaned over and licked it.

It elicited a moan from the bear. "Careful, careful..." he gasped. "It's still smoking..."

The taste of cum started to fill his mouth, something that Yonah had missed for far too long. He readjusted his position a little bit, so that he could turn all of his attention to the dick.

As the bear had asked him, Yonah proceeded very carefully, only licking the dick very coyly. He kissed its bulges, the corona, the glans, only with the tip of his lips. The soft moans from the bear confirmed that he was doing it the right way.

Little by little, he licked off the cum, little by little cleaning the smooth surface of the dick. As the after effects of his own orgasm were still lingering inside of his body, Yonah took his time. He could not have thought of a better pastime anyway. He was where he wanted to be: Sharing a bed with the man he loved, while he caressed his sex with his mouth and - as it grew slightly less touchy- little by little with his fingers too.

Faint sounds of the farmhouse's surroundings came in from outside.

Yonah could feel how the dick was starting to harden again. It was throbbing powerfully beneath his fingers and he could feel the rush of blood when he licked it off or let his tongue wander up and down its length.

Taking the tip in his mouth again, using his hand to caress the shaft, Yonah enjoyed the feeling of how he replenished the bear's sexual energy with his caresses. The pulsing dick between his lips made him horny beyond measure. His saliva flowed down the shaft and glistened in the sunlight that came in through the window.

The bear was moaning softly, wallowing in the feelings that his over-sensitive dick triggered. His hands wandered through the boy's hair.

Yonah let the now rock hard dick pop out of his mouth. Slowly he rose from the sheets. "I want you," he whispered softly while he straddled the bear.

The man let go a faint chuckle, but it was not a sound of amusement, but rather one of mirth and surprise about the boy's relentlessness. The bear know it was no joke the moment he felt how his slick glans encountered the still lubed up ass of the boy.

He guided it in with his hands and the penetration was painful as usual, but nevertheless he took the dick with one fluid motion, the pain never overshadowing his resolve to be filled again. The sex glided into him until he sat down on the bear's loins, thrilled by the sensation of having mounted the dick entirely on his own, his senses disturbed by being stuffed so much, still dealing with the lingering pain and yet relishing the pleasures once again.

With the hands in the boy's chest fur, he just let him do what he wanted. The bear just wallowed in his sexual gratification and admired the expression of abandon on the boy's face. "Gosh, I wish I could always see you like this," he mumbled, but he was not certain the boy heard him, as he was starting to move.

With a groan Yonah started to move his ass. His hands held on to the bear's fur while the stoat struggled to control himself while inches of the shaft moved in and out of his ass, the glans massaging his insides, never failing to brush past the most sensitive of his spots. Even though it was hardly stimulating it directly. Despite moving slowly, Yonah struggled to maintain a steady rhythm.

The bed started to creak beneath them again.

The bear took hold of Yonah's hard bouncing dick. He caressed it with his fingers while he just watched the boy and sighed in pleasure.

There was a sound outside and the bear started. Yonah noticed his reaction and stopped moving.

It was too late, the door was slammed open.

There was no use hiding anything: The half naked bear lay on his back on the bed, the nude stoat straddled him, the ursine dick buried deep within his ass.

Yet the reason they did not even try to hide was their complete surprise to see TJ standing there.

TJ did not move at all. He just stared at his father, then at Yonah, then at both of them. He was completely paralyzed.

Nobody spoke.

A door slammed again.

Marc appeared in the doorframe behind TJ. He just looked at the stoat and the bear, then his face seemed to melt into an expression of complete and total disgust. "Oh, for fuck's sake!" Violently he grabbed his younger brother and yanked him out of the doorframe.

"Fuck...!"

The bear pushed Yonah off himself and stumbled to his feet.

Outside of the room, doors were slammed and there were shouts.

The man grabbed his pants, struggled to put them on and then stumbled out of the door. "Marc! TJ!"

Yonah just looked after him. He was completely void of any feeling. He just sat there on the bed and listened to the drama unfold outside of the house.

The front door had opened and shut again. Then there were voices outside. Within mere moments the speaking had transformed to screams of rage and anger, roars of disappointment and exasperation. Yonah had never heard anything like this before. It was so distant he could not make out the words, but the tones were gut-wrenching and vile. The longer he listened to them, the more he felt physically ill.

There seemed to be tirades of accusations and counter-accusations raging back and forth, culminating in shrieks of frustration and scathe.

The boy's hands gripped the sheets of the bed he sat on, he held onto them like he was holding onto his dear life. Every new eruption of yelling hit him like punch.

Then there were more sounds: The sound of engines, of car doors being slammed shut, there was commotion going on, more yelling, more screams, some sort of banging.

Trembling Yonah got up from the bed, he tried to ignore what was going on outside. He reached out for the clothes on the floor and with quivering hands he dressed himself.

There was another spout of yelled insults over the sound of the roaring car engine roared and then the sounds of the car moving in front of the house seemed to echo through its corridors and into the bedroom only Yonah occupied.

The car sped away. The sounds died down and suddenly the boy stood in perfect silence. Everything seemed to have died down. Suddenly he was alone with nothing but the sounds of an old empty house and it terrified him more than the yelling and the screaming before.

He needed several minutes before he finally dared to move. Very slowly and cautiously he walked through the empty rooms towards the front door.

His hand quivered when he pushed it open, unsure of what he would be finding out there.

The door opened with a faint creak.

The busyness that had surrounded the place was gone; instead it seemed to have come to a standstill, sitting in the reddish light of dusk, immobile and listless.

The boy did not even notice the man who sat in the extending shadows of the passing day.

The bear was seated on an old rocker and stared towards the dirt track that headed away from the old house.

Yonah stepped outside. He did not know what to say. He just coughed a little bit to let the man know that he was there.

There was a long pause.

The man's face was hidden in the shadows of his hat. He did not seem to acknowledge Yonah's presence until he said: "It's not your fault." His voice was mellow and tinged with sadness.

The stoat exhaled. Very carefully made a few steps toward the porch, not making a sound, as if they could hurt the man.

The bear exhaled audibly and pulled his hat deeper into his face. "They won't return. They went to live with their mother for good. Their mother always told them what a pervert I am."

Yonah gulped. "I am so sorry."

"Don't! It was bound to happen sooner or later. My denial might have delayed it a few years." He sighed.

For a moment both of them were silent.

Yonah made another step, standing half-way between the porch's stairs and the seated bear.

Suddenly the bear moved to the edge of the seat and reached out.

Yonah started a little bit when he felt the bear's hand touching his own.

The bear pulled him closer and then grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him downwards, forcing him into a crushing embrace. "Don't leave me too," the bear whispered so faintly.

The stoat gulped. "No," he breathed. "I won't..."

For a moment the embrace got even stronger, it took the boy's breath away, but then the bear broke it and forced the boy into a kiss.

The kiss was different than all the others before: The bear's lips were soft, his tongue slow and deliberate in its movements as if he wanted to make sure that he felt everything, that he did not miss an instant of this moment on the porch in the warm glow of the setting sun. Yonah wondered if he tasting the salt of tears in this kiss.

When the man broke the kiss, he said softly: "I haven't lost everything." He stroked Yonah's cheek and the stoat shivered in response.

Slowly the bear started to unbutton his shirt, then he opened his pants and pulled them down, together with Yonah's underwear, until Yonah stood naked in the red sunlight. The bear's paws wandered through the white fur that covered the boy's chest and belly, explored the shape underneath with wide spread fingers.

"No need to hide anymore," the bear mumbled. He pulled him even closer and buried his face in the soft white fur, inhaling the scent of the boy, hearing his heartbeat.

Yonah raised his hands, somewhat unsure what to do, but then he embraced the bear's head while the bear brushed his face against his nude body.

For a few minutes there stood immobile like this and then the bear broke the embrace and looked up to Yonah. He nodded.

Yonah returned the nod.

The man took his hand and gently pulled him downwards. Yonah went to his knees while the bear opened his pants and pulled out his dick.

Then the bear leaned back in his rocker, pulled his hat into his face, feeling the warm sun on his body and how it dried the tears on his cheeks.

There were already dark blue streaks of night stretching over the sky. The sun was still holding out and warmed the two males on the porch while the younger one took the older one's one sex into his mouth.

His lips already around the big glans, Yonah moaned in satisfaction. With closed eyes, he let it take over his mouth, savored its salty, bitter and musky tastes before he obliged the big, encouraging paw and took the dick as deep as he could, in order to learn to take it whole one day.

Warm light washed all over his naked body, casting his shadow across the house and on the wall it merged with the shadow of the adult bear, just like their bodies were merging right now. It felt like everything he had ever wanted.

The End. Thanks for reading!

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