Date: Thu, 14 Oct 2010 08:04:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: ursuspilosus@yahoo.com
Subject: Bears on the Beach

Bears on the Beach

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, you can contact the author at
ursuspilosus@yahoo.com)


The sky was a bright blue, with white wispy clouds drifting slowly across
it. For an early June day, the temperature was still brisk, but not cold.

The drive along the coast of Lake Ontario from Toronto had been a pleasant
one for the two bears. Don, a slightly stocky bear with salt and pepper
(mostly salt by now) hair and mustache enjoyed the scenery as he rode
shotgun.  He was used to the city, but didn't get beyond its boundaries
much, so the less sparsely populated area with its trees and fields was all
the more interesting.

"Look at that, Mike, I see a break in the trees, I bet we are coming up to
another beach."

Mike was a larger bear than Don, and furrier to boot, with a more than
generous amount of dark brown hair and plentiful patches of grey. He kept
his beard to a goatee at the time, but his rapid stubble growth (a five
o'clock shadow before ten AM) meant he would eventually go back to a full
beard.

Mike's right hand rested on Don's thigh as they drove, his fingers moving
slowly and gently over the skin under the hem.

"You're right, and I bet you are right about it being less crowded too. It
is so nice to just get away once in a while. And I know how much you like
being taken for a drive, too".

Don sighed, Mike knew him so well. "It isn't just going for a drive I like;
the best part is going for a drive with you".

Sure enough, the lake soon came back into view to the east, and eventually
signs leading to a long beach area.  The parking lot had only a few cars in
it, so Mike pulled in and the bears took a look around before making up
their minds.

The sand stretched in both directions, with sun bathers few and far
between. The waves rolled in loudly, the gulls diving in the water and
calling over the surf.  The beach was framed to the north with a wooded
area, making it seem all the more private.

"I think this could be a nice place to spend the morning and have our
picnic" said Mike, pulling into a parking space.

Don had to agree. He had at first been leaning towards heading out to the
islands and the nude beach there, but he was willing to go with bathing
suits for the time being in order to have the peace and relative privacy
this beach offered - besides, they would definitely make up for it later at
the hotel, when it wouldn't even be "clothing optional", it would be shed
the clothing as soon as possible.

As if reading his mind, Mike suddenly said "I hope you don't mind about the
nude beach, I just figured this would be a nice change of pace."

"Hey, I let you decide, boss bear, and this is perfect! Anyways, even
though I've managed to avoid tan lines, you haven't, and we don't want you
to get a sun burn on those tender parts. If your furry ass is going to get
pink or red, it will be from me spanking it."

"Any time, big bear, any time, you know I'm naughty enough to need frequent
spankings."  Both men laughed.

Mike's hand moved from Don's thigh to the release for his seat belt, and
pushed the button. "Let's get a move on and enjoy the sun while we can, the
weather lately has been so crazy."

Hopping out of the car, they grabbed a beach blanket, a beach bag, and a
cooler of food. As usual, Mike insisted on carrying most of it.

"You know, I am perfectly capable of carrying my share" Don said, slightly
peeved.

Mike chuckled. "I have plans for what that back of yours is gonna be
holding up later, and it is a lot heavier than this stuff, so I'm not
taking chances with it now!" And with that, he started marching through the
sand, whistling tunelessly, towards the far end of the stretch of sand.

The sun seemed even warmer, reflected off the water and sand. It heated
their feet, and the cool breeze off the waters was actually welcoming.
Passing the last of their fellow beach goers, they finally settled down in
a nice spot, with an expanse of shady wooded area behind then and rolling
waves in front of them.

Don spread the large beach blanket out, and the bag and cooler were set
down. Now time for some sun - both bears loved that.  Mike watched as Don
quickly shucked his shorts and shirt, enthralled as always with his bears'
body.  Don wore a pair of black Speedos, which went perfectly with the
still dark fur on his chest. "Damn, he fills those out so well, both front
and back, he is so amazing" thought Mike.

Don stretched, enjoying the heat of the sun on his now exposed skin,
raising his arms up over his head and arching backwards. It felt so good.

His reverie was interrupted by a deep growling sound, from close by. He
opened his eyes and laughed. Mike jumped a bit at the sound of the
laughter, and then blushed. "Oh geez, was I growling again? Damn, I didn't
even realize it. You turn me on so much."

"Well, I like you turned on, but I like you better with fewer clothes! We
are at the beach, lose the shirt."

Mike slowly unbuttoned the bold Hawaiian shirt he was wearing, revealing a
large chest covered with fur. As he pulled it off, equally furry shoulders
were revealed, then the pelt that covered his back. He shucked his shorts
to reveal standard swim shorts, much to Don's dismay. "I thought you were
going to wear the thong!"

"Oh no, not on a public beach. I told you at the nude beach I would start
with the thong and work my way down."

Don swatted Mike's ass, in mock disappointment, but left his hand there,
groping casually.

"Well, as long as you have your hands on me, I guess you can be sunscreen
applier first."

Don dug the sunscreen out of the bag, and squirted a generous portion on
Mike's back. He slowly rubbed it in, his fingers moving through the fur,
covering the shoulders, the shoulder blades, and the lower back, listening
to the low growls of pleasure as his fingers ran through his bears' back
fur. He made Mike turn around, and noticed a nice large tent had already
formed in the swim shorts. He again applied sunscreen, spreading it,
running his fingers through the furry chest and over the furry
belly. Mike's eyes closed, enjoying the contact.

Don looked around, and seeing that no one was close by, slowly sunk to his
knees on the beach blanket. He squirted more lotion on the furry legs in
front of him, rubbing it in, all the while leaning forward, his nose
brushing against the bulge in front of him, sniffing at the musky
scent. Not only was there the smell of a man's sweat, but he caught whiff
of the sweet odor of pre-cum as well.  He quickly rubbed his face across
the crotch in front of him, promising more to come later, hearing a soft
moan.

"Ok, ok, I think I'm good, you know I have no control the first time" he
heard, even as he felt hands on the back of his head, holding him in place
briefly.

Don smiled, and as the hands moved away, leaned back.  Mike knelt in front
of him, and brushed his lips with a light kiss. It was Don's turn to be
swept away; he could never resist a kiss, much less one from his bear. He
closed his eyes, breathing deeply, savoring the moment, the soft brush
against his lips, the sun beating down on him, the sound of the surf, the
light breeze flowing over him.  He felt hands on his shoulders, and light
pressure. "Lie out, relax, it is my turn to put lotion on you".

He slowly lay down on his side, and rolled over to lie on his belly. Mike
knelt beside him, and he heard the sound of the sun screen container lid
popping, and then felt a generous amount of the lotion on his back. Fingers
moved carefully to spread it, brushing against him lightly at first, the
lotion even and covering completely. Then the bear leaned in some, and
began to massage the lotion in, starting at his lower back, his fingers
kneading the muscles there. Don let out a moan as his back muscles started
to relax, and the bear fanned his fingers and moved up his back, reach up
to the lower edge of his shoulder blades. Slow circular motions followed
along the bottom line of his shoulder blades, combining with the heat of
the sun. Warmth spread through him.  Then the hands moved up again,
reaching for that persistent knot between his shoulder blades, working the
lump of muscle until is loosened, leaving Don relaxed and helpless. The
hands never stopped, moving up to his shoulders, going out along them then
back to the neck, massaging the back of his neck, then down again and out,
over and over. Finally, instead of moving back when upon reaching the end
of Don's shoulders, the hands massaged down his arms, first his triceps
then biceps, working slowly, bending the elbows carefully, rubbing the
forearms, rotating the wrists, and then, one hand at a time, the palms, the
fingers, and the skin between his fingers.

Don was breathing deeply, completely relaxed.  The bear moved, letting his
fingers run back down Don's back along his spine, across his ass, then more
lotion was applied, this time to Don's thighs. The soft slow massage was
continued, first the thigh muscles, then gentle bending of the knees, down
to the calf muscles, rotating the ankles, and finally Don's feet.

"HEY! HEY! HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" the ticklish Don shouted, squirming
and rolling over.

"Ha ha, oops, my hands slipped.  You sure looked relaxed enough for a foot
rub".

"Well, the bottoms of my feet don't need sunscreen. Stop it!"

"Ok ok, calm down, relax again, just lay back, I'll leave your feet alone"
and hands gently rested on Don's shoulders again, pushing him down, on his
back this time.

More lotion landed on his chest, and with one final snort, he relaxed
again, his eyes closed. He felt hands gently spreading the lotion, covering
his hairy belly, then his chest. Special attention was paid to his nipples,
lotion covered fingers running in circles around them.  He gasped when he
felt them pinched and pulled lightly, and felt a smile spread across his
face.  Mike leaned in and kissed him, then carefully rubbed the sunscreen
across his cheeks and forehead, smoothing the lines, letting his fingers
stay and massage the temples longer than necessary for the lotion to be
absorbed.

"Roll over, you have a great big tent and some people are walking this
way!"

Don quickly rolled to his belly, laughing. Too bad if they saw his tent, it
wasn't against the law to be excited. But why make an issue of it.

As the couple walked along the surf line, not even glancing their way, both
bears just stretched out in the sun, side by side, basking in the heat.
Their hands slowly moved, fingers barely touching, but maintaining contact.
The sounds of the waves rolling in lulled them into a fully relaxed state,
and they spent a pleasant morning just relaxed and being together.

Eventually though, any bear is just going to have to eat.  As they both sat
up, Mike began to rummage through the cooler.

"You know I like to watch you cooking when you are naked much better than
when you have clothes on" said Don.

"Maybe that'll happen for dinner, you never know, unless you take me
out. Besides, I am not cooking, I am just mixing and plating."

With that, a salad of mixed greens, sliced grilled chicken breast, mandarin
oranges, broccoli florets, fried wonton noodles, and an Asian ginger sesame
dressing along with a fruit salad was placed in front of Don, along with an
ice cold diet cola.

"I figured something cool and light would be good on the beach - unless we
had found a hot dog stand or something. I hope it is enough."

"You always feed me more than enough" said Don, patting his stomach. "Well,
enough food, that is, I can never get enough of eating you."

The breeze picked up as the bears ate, talking between bites, gazing at
each other and at the lake.  They had just cleaned their plates (no, they
didn't lick them), when they felt the first spatter of a rain drop. A
summer storm had approached unnoticed, hidden by the trees, until it was
almost overhead.  They saw everyone else scurrying to their cars, and
packed as quickly as they could, but suddenly heard a loud burst of
thunder. Leaping up and grabbing their things, they barely made it to the
shelter of the trees when the skies opened overhead, and the rain began
pouring down.

"Oh, my drink" said Don, dashing back to the beach to grab his can,
instantly becoming soaked.

"Good grief, we have a 6 pack, just get back here!"

Don ran back to the shelter of the trees, triumphantly carrying his soda
can, and both bears laughed.

But the rain had been colder than he expected, as quick early summer storms
can be, and it continued to rain hard and steady. He began to shiver a bit
under the shelter of the trees.

Seeing this, Mike pulled him into a warm furry embrace. He hugged Don to
him, not minding the dampness, sharing the heat of his body, pressing their
legs together, their bellies, their chests.  Mike's arms enfolded Don,
drawing him close, rubbing along his back. Their lips met, the kiss
beginning softly, but growing in passion. Mike's tongue moved across Don's
lips, then started to probe his mouth, running along his teeth and then
exploring further as the bear warmed up and relaxed. Mike rubbed his furry
body along Don's, the slight friction of fur against fur warming Don in
multiple ways.

The sky continued to rumble loudly, and the rain came down in sheets now,
the cover overhead from the trees keeping the bears dry for the most part
but the rain forming a virtual wall. They were enclosed in a nearly private
area with a soft glow from the cloud covered sun, and the world seemed far
away.

Mike bent his head and began to mouth Don's nipples, his breathe warm
across Don's chest. First licking the dampness of the rain off, then
kissing and sucking first one then the other, the nipples slowly engorged,
with the two bears still pressed close together. Don was gasping and
moaning, his whole body tingling and warm as his g-spot was worked over and
over.

As Mike sank to his knees, his hands on Don's hips now, he growled "I think
we should lose this wet Speedo" and dragged it down, leaving Don naked in
the dim light. "But gotta keep this covered" and with that, Mike's mouth
quickly engulfed the bear cock in front of him. The low moan he heard over
the rain fall let him know that this was not objectionable.

He slowly rubbed his hands up and down the furry legs in front of him, all
the while keeping the cock fully within his mouth, keeping it warm, sucking
slowly and gently, running his tongue up and down the shaft. It throbbed in
his mouth, growing, and getting warmer.

However, the suddenly flow of blood downwards along with the fact that his
upper body was still damp and now exposed caused Don to shiver and shudder
a bit. Sensing that the bear wasn't warmed through and through yet, Mike's
mouth opened and he stood to embrace the bear again. Cold as he might be,
Don was also aroused "no hugs until you lose your swim suit too bear - drop
it now".

Not one to argue (well, not in a situation like this), Mike's suit hit the
ground quickly, and it was obvious that his cock was a stiff as his
partners'.  Their erections pressed together, the bears held each other
tight, their lips pressed together, hands slowly exploring.

The kiss was finally broken, but only for Don to feel his head been nudged
back and then a warmth along his neck.  The warmth turning into small
licks, then nibbles and kisses, from the left side of his neck to his
Adam's apple, then to the right side. All the while, his bear's hips were
moving, thrusting against him, their cocks pressed together, and he felt
warmer and warmer, as if those two sticks rubbing were actually starting a
fire for him to bask in the heat. A low moan escaped him as Mike's tongue
moved from his neck to his ear.

The rain continued to steadily fall.  Finally, Mike broke from his
necking. "I gotta slow down here, you hot bear. Damn!" he mumbled in a low
grumbly voice. "That Speedo's not gonna dry lying on the ground, I'll pick
it up to hang on a branch".

Tired of his bear doing all the lifting and carrying, Don said "No, let me"
and turning in Mike's arms, bent to grab the suits. Doing so, his ass
rubbed against the hot hard cock of his bear.

He felt hands suddenly holding his hips at the same time he heard the low
growl, and then heard the slapping of his bears hips against his ass cheeks
as that hard cock slid up them. Mike's hips began a slow steady movement,
his cock sliding up and down in Don's hot crack, any dampness there slowly
replaced by pre-cum.

Don held still, enjoying the sensation. While the kissing had loosened him
some, he was still tight, and while his bear might act tough, he knew that
he would never do anything to hurt Don or force anything on him.  Even as
the head of Mike's cock slid over the entrance to Don's hole, and Don
shuddered in anticipation and pleasure, the issue was not pressed (nor was
anything else).

That being said, this wasn't a bear to trifle with, and he knew what he
wanted. One hand moved from Don's hips to his back, holding him in the bent
position, and the other moved to Don's ass cheeks, spreading them
slightly. With this, the bear knelt to the ground, and sunk his face into
the inviting flesh in front of him. His tongue worked up and down the crack
slowly several times, each time jumping over or around the hole. Finally,
he started to tease the hole with his tongue, flicking over it gently. With
that, Don quivered, and reached his own hands back to spread his cheeks
further apart. This freed the bear's hand to fondle Don's nipples, as his
tongue pressed into the fully exposed hole, circling the rim and then
penetrating it slowly. The tongue slowly slid inside Don, then back out,
circled the rim again, the pressed back in. Each time, the hole was less
tight and moister from the saliva being applied, and the tongue slid
further in.

Squeezing Don's left nipple then pulling it, Mike moved his other hand from
Don's back and brought it slowly back, caressing as he did so. He started
to rub Don's ass cheek, and gave it a quick slap. Then he ran his finger up
and down the crack, as his tongue explored inside. As his finger reached
the center of the crack, his tongue slowly emerged back out. Mike quickly
shoved his finger in his mouth, coating it with saliva, and instead of
inserting his tongue back into Don, slid the finger in.

"OOOOOOHHHHH" groaned Don, the feeling all pleasure.

As the finger explored deeper, sliding back and forth, the bear began to
lick and nibble at Don's ass cheeks, all the while the left nipple was
being teased, so it was almost a distraction when the hand released the
nipple. Before Don could question it, two fingers entered him, and he was
beyond thought momentarily.

But the snapping of the sunscreen container lid roused him back, and he
felt the lotion being dribbled down his crack and coating the two fingers
that were sliding back and forth inside him, coating his insides now. The
fingers twisted back and forth now as the moved in and out, and the lotion
was spread completely.

Slowly, Mike stood, and pulled his fingers out. Don's hands still held his
ass cheeks, spreading them, and Mike's hands were back on Don's hips.
"Time to make sure you are warm inside as well as out" growled the bear,
pressing his pre-cum dampened cock head against the lubed hole.

Moving his hips slowly forward, Mike penetrated the bear carefully with his
hot throbbing cock. It was so hard to go slow, being the first time he was
going to cum today, but his need to be gentle over rode his need for his
own immediate satisfaction. Inch by inch, his entered the hot tight ass,
felt it wrap around his cock, trying to draw him in. It was a feeling
beyond belief, Don had edged him many a time, but this was different,
controlling himself out of need of his partner's pleasure.  Shuddering,
lost in the pleasure, Mike was surprised when suddenly he felt his balls
brush against Don's as he was fully hilted in the bear.

His cock throbbed, ready to give a hard fast fucking. The position would be
perfect for it, and the moans he heard meant it would be welcomed.

But that wasn't what he wanted. Bending himself, he wrapped his arms around
the bear's chest and pulled him slowly upright. Don's hands released his
ass cheeks and fell to rest on Mike's thighs. Mike's hands moved to cover
Don's nipples, his fingers running circles around him. Mike's penetration
was less deep, but upright, Don's ass cheeks pressed against the remaining
shaft.

"You're not gettin' my cum that fast, bear" whispered Mike, then sank his
mouth over the back of Don's neck, biting softly, his arms pulling Don back
against his furry body. As he accepted more of Don's weight, his cock sank
in further.

As the rain continued to steadily fall, Mike began his steady thrusting,
the sound of the surf helped him to control himself, take it all slowly.
His cock moved in time to the tide, as the waves crashed onto the shore his
cock penetrating deeply and just as the waves broke Mike's cock head would
rub against Don's prostate; as the waves drew back from shore his cock
pulled back until only the cock head was left inside Don.

His fingers meanwhile took their timing from the steady falling rain,
circling then flicking over Don's sensitive nipples in time to the water
dripping from the canopy of leaves above, Don dripping pre-cum almost as
much from the prostate massage the bear cock was giving him.

Soon, Don heard rumbling that was not coming from the storm clouds
overhead. The thrusting became harder as the bear got closer, but stayed in
time with the waves.

"Fill me with your cum, please" whimpered Don, his body electrified by what
the bear was doing to him, hitting multiple pleasure points at once.

With that, everything happened at once. The sky lit with a bolt of
lightning out over the lake, and the thunder clap was almost immediate. At
the same time, the bear thrust hard and deep one final time and his heard
tilted back to the heavens, bellowing a roar of possession and satisfaction
that reverberated with the thunder. Don felt the cock buried deep within
him throb hard, and suddenly hot cum exploded into him. Mike pinched down
on Don's nipples as his cock spurted a second, third and fourth time, the
orgasm taking him. He started to pull out, but then thrust back in deep
again as another spurt of cum erupted.

Breathing deeply, Mike held Don to him, releasing the nipples and caressing
his chest. Don turned his head and received a long tender kiss, as he was
held by the warm furry bear.

The bears stood there for a while, listening to the fall of the rain, and
the sound of thunder become more distant yet still echoing over the lake.

Slowly moving his hips, Mike finally withdrew his still semi-hard cock from
the tight warm hole. As he felt himself slip fully out, leaving Don empty,
his hands gently turned his lover to face him. Again enfolding him in his
arms, he lowered his mouth and tenderly kissed the bear, slowly adding a
bit of tongue across the lips.  As the kiss deepened, the bears held each
other tight, furry chest to furry chest, hairy stomachs pressed
together. Don started moving his hips now, his cock hard and pointing up to
his navel, trapped in the warm furry confines of the full bear
bellies. Mike joined in the movement, rubbing their cocks together.

In a deep growly whisper, Don heard "I'm hungry again, I'm havin' a snack",
and suddenly Mike sank to his knees and carefully flicked his tongue over
the slit of Don's cock, tasting the pre-cum. "My favorite - bear juices!"

Mike's meaty paws held Don's hips firmly yet again, as the bears' tongue
flicked again and again over the head of the hot rigid cock in front of
him, while without knowing it Don's fingers reached for his own nipples,
caressing the sensitive area slowly.

Hearing a low moan from above him, the bear opened his mouth and pulled
Don's cock head in, running his tongue in circles around it, focusing on
the underside. Slowly at first, then faster, around and around then up and
over the slit the tongue moved.

In full control now, the bear moved one hand off the hips and reached down,
cupping and massaging the large fuzzy balls hanging beneath his chin.

With one last rumble of thunder far over the lake, Mike quickly pressed his
face forward and took Don in whole, burying his nose in the dark pubic hair
in front of him.  The freshly licked cock head pressed into Mike's throat,
and Mike's tongue began working up and down the hard shaft in his mouth. He
started to suck, letting his lips seal the cock in, and his cheeks rubbing
tightly against it. Unable to contain himself, Mike loudly moaned, the
sound vibrating around and through Don's cock.

Don's hands slowly sank now to grip Mike's hair and hold him in place. His
hips started to slowly thrust, drawing his cock almost out of Mike's mouth,
then sliding it back again. He slid back and forth slowly, gently, but the
bear in front of him had other ideas, and closed his mouth further, causing
his teeth to run along the hard shaft with each stroke, making it even more
sensitive. Mike's hand released Don's hip and reached up, pinching the hard
yet aching left nipple above him.

With that, Don began to thrust harder, feeling it each time his cock head
entered Mike's throat, feeling the teeth and the tongue. At first he thrust
in time to the surf, fucking the mouth in front of him as he himself had
been fucked. As the rain let up and the noise of it dripping off the leaves
became irregular, so did the pace of Don's thrusts. His grip on Mike's hair
suddenly tightened, and the grip on his balls did as well, and he felt them
tugged down. This slowed him for just a moment, then he renewed his
thrusting, pressing in as far as he could, the rough goatee rubbing him.

Panting loudly, Don rammed himself in one last time just as the sun broke
through the clouds, a shaft of light and warmth surrounding him suddenly
just as he unleashed his load. "OH YEAH" he shouted, as he spurted over and
over again, hot creamy white cum shooting directly down Mike's throat, his
hands loosening now as his body responded to the orgasm. Mike drew his head
back, so the remaining cum spilled out over his tongue, allowing him to
taste it and then swallow it.

Mike ran his tongue once over Don's now very sensitive cock head, causing
Don to shudder. He slowly released the cock from his mouth and stood, again
wrapping Don in his arms.

"What a perfect snack! And now I know that you are warm again inside and
out."

The bears hugged for a bit, lazily caressing each others' fur, as the sky
turned blue again, the sun chasing the clouds off. The wooded area stayed
shaded and cool, but the naked bears didn't mind, keeping each other warm
with their hairy bodies.

Finally, the distant sound of a car door closing broke the bears' reverie.
Releasing each other, they quickly dressed and repacked their beach gear.
Once again, Mike insisted on picking it all up. Don reach over and placed
both his hands on the bears roughly stubbled face, and kissed his lips
softly.  Then the bears headed out of the wooded area, passing the first
returning beach goers on their way back along the warm beach to their car,
the pounding of the surf having new meaning to both.

And so the bears left the beach, Mike's hand once again resting gently on
Don's thigh as he drove, headed back to the hotel to do more of those
things horny bears do best.  But that is for another story!