BEAR3.TXT

The Gay Druid - By SwampRat
(c) 1989-90 The Brotherhood Of Pan
    1991 The Rashathran Society

The Grizzly should have known something was wrong when he saw the man walking
alone across his domain. Or his instincts should have warned him in the way the
creatures of the forest didn't run away. Instead the big male loped forward,
challenging the human. It waited quietly for him.. Something was wrong. He
tried to stop, to turn and run, as his hackles went up. By then it was too
late, the animal was caught like a fly in amber. He shuffled forward, and
stood, looking down at the human. Paws touched, then pressed eagerly against
upturned palms, and fingers opened, sliding between claws. Fleas, ticks, and
lice fell from him like a waterfall. The shaggy head moved down slowly, almost
shyly, to press black bears lips against human ones. Then it's paws moved up to
the shoulders, as the bruin kissed the man hungrily, lust making the rounded
ears twitch. Paws slid under the legs, lifted the robed one. Then he shuffled
down to the nearby stream, carrying the male. Both washed in the cool water. 

Lay in the warm sun. Kissed again. Claws raked the grass, as a pink tongue
teased dark nipples into hardness, then moved down to lap at a leathery ball-
sack. His tulip-shaped cock was straining in full erection, and the creature
moaned with desire, testicles swelling in the cloying warmth of the human's
mouth. Letting them fall gently out, he licked on the red stalk, and pulled on
the back of the bruin's thighs. The huge animal lifted his legs, locking fore-
paws onto hind ones, as the man caressed his furry buttocks. Something warm and
slick rubbed against his tail. The bear snorted when a finger probed his
puckered anal ring, his tail lifted out of the way. Then a thicker organ wanted
entrance. The Grizzly moaned, as the male sucked on his penis, while a cock
slid into his virgin anus. Both hands ran through the hair on his sides, and
chest, the suction on his maleness fanning his desire, the gentle, but thorough
buggering driving the animal crazy. Growled, thrusting back at him. Balls were
caressed, swelled to twice their size, then lurched, as the cock-head which was
being stroked by throat muscles, flared, spouting bear-cum. A gasp, as semen
splashed into his guts, making the bruin grit his teeth.

The man lay on him rubbing the furry stomach, and sides. Then slowly pulled
free, and washed off in the stream. The Grizzly watched with impatience. When
the man came out of the water, he grabbed the wet buttocks. Digging his claws
into the fleshy muscles, the animal shoved his nose into the still fragrant
thatch of hair. A tongue slid out, caressing the man's testicles. It played
with them, rolling them in their sack. The eyes focused on a pole, tapping his
snout. He grabbed it with a paw, stroking it. It swelled, and jerked, pre-cum
oozing out of the slit. The bruin grunted, lapping at the fat, plum-colored
tip. Re-grasping the pawful of ass, he swallowed the maleness. Drooling on it,
the creature munched gently on the man's cock. It expanded in the warmth, then
as the buttocks quivered in his paws, spat a sticky wad of semen. It slid
along his tongue, helped along by another sweet glob. The animal gobbled the
spunk hungerily, wanting more. Claws wrapped themselves around the slick meat,
pulling on it, coaxing still more out. The Grizzly sat, fangs clasped on either
side of the flared head, and slapped his tongue across it, still jacking on the
small, but tasty piece of maleness. At last, it could lure no more of the
wonderful liquid out, and the animal swallowed the last nugget. 

Then went down to the stream and drank, The man rubbed his ears, and bending
down, again pressed his lips to the rubbery ones. They parted company, but the
Bear remembered. Passed the knowledge down to other Bruins. Many a young lad 
got his first taste of sex by walking in a certain part of the woods, to a
certain stream. There, all he had to do was part with his pants, and a bear
would come along, to remove all vestiges of lust from the man.. Some did their
work so well, the youth was loathe to leave. And instead became wild animals
themselves. Others returned, but were forever changed by their experiences.
Some say every spring, the Bears, and their lovers return to the water, and
reenact their first meeting.. Again, and Again. So the next time you see a Male
Bear holding his hind paws, remember; He may just be showing off for peanuts,
Or he may be asking you for something bigger..

The End