Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 16:32:08 -0400 From: Doug Cub 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!