Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2017 02:06:21 -0500
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: The Bear's Christmas Bonus

                    THE BEAR'S CHRISTMAS BONUS
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     When the alarm sounded the morning of December 22nd, Bobby "Bear"
Mathers opened his eyes, giving him a blurry and unfocused view of the
ceiling, and moaned. "Ah, shit!" he groaned.
     "Robert! Robert!" came his wife's sharp voice. Bear hated it when his
wife called him that, in part because it meant she was pissed at him, but
mostly because his name wasn't Robert, it was "Bobby!" It said so on his
birth certificate. But his friends and co-workers called him bear, mostly
because he was built on the general lines of one, large, hairy, strong and
gruff-voiced.
     "Robert!" his wife was now in the doorway. How the fuck had he managed
to hook up with a bitch like Saundra anyway? Large, loud, her meager
attractiveness had long ago vanished under forty pounds of extra fat and
the ugly attitudes that she carried in her breast, they had bled through
into her face. She now looked like nothing more than an overweight vulture
hovering over him in the bed.
     "What the fuck is it?"
     "It's Friday!" she announced.
     "I know it, damn it!" Bear groused, tossing back the cover and sitting
up in bed. He was now clad in nothing more than a pair of worn out briefs
that sagged about his rather ample endowment.
     "You haven't gotten your Christmas bonus yet!"
     "I know, I know!" Bear declared.
     "We can't pay the bills without that money, you know!" she ground on
inexorably.
     "What do you want me to do about it, hold a gun to his head? He hasn't
given it to me."
     "Today's your payday, too, make sure he gives it to you then!"
     "He'll give it to me." Bear agreed, and she mercifully left him alone
then. He showered and got dressed, ate the dreary breakfast his wife made
for him and then left for his job.
     Working at a car repair shop wasn't such a bad job. Everyone who owned
a car needed his services at one time or another. He knew and understood
cars, and didn't mind getting oily grime under his fingernails. There are
worse ways to make a living, after all, and a car never talked back to him
the way Saundra always did. Jeez, he ought to file for divorce already,
there weren't any kids to consider and the way she spent money was enough
to make any man think about homicide. Of course, if he did, she'd file for
alimony and the damned judge would probably give it to her!
     The day was especially nasty for Bear. Christmas spirit be damned,
when a person's car breaks down, they all turn into whiny bastards. He'd
made mistakes that day, nothing big, but it slowed him down and made him
redo things, always, always with the customer watching him screw up. To top
it off, in the mid-afternoon, Mrs. Corneggey brought in her Mercedes again,
the woman couldn't stand the slightest thing being wrong with her Mercedes,
even if it was twelve years old, and she'd bring it in and he was supposed
to fix the car for only a few dollars and make it all go away, or she'd
raise bloody hell, right him, like it was his fault! And sure enough, he
failed to stop a tiny clicking sound in the engine and she bawled him out
and declared that she'd just take the car to another shop that would be
able to fix it...and she did, and didn't pay their shop a single dime for
the last hour's work he'd done for her! It all made the day a hundred years
long.
     Six o'clock rolled around eventually, and this time of year, it was
long dark by then. Still no paycheck, shit! He knew his boss was in the
throes of a divorce himself, not to mention some bad luck on several jobs,
like when that engine block dropped onto that Porsche, those repairs had to
come out of the shop's profits.
     Finally, after locking up the shop for the day, here came Craig with
his paycheck. "Sorry to take so long, Bear!" He said as he handed Bear the
green slip. "It's been a killer day for me." His blond hair and mustache
framed an amiable face. Bear liked that face, it caused the oddest
stirrings in his stomach sometimes when they got close to each other and he
got a whiff of Craig's male scent, not just the after-shave he used when he
trimmed the edges of his beard, but the sweat that he worked up over the
course of a hard day.
     "That's okay, long as I get it." Bear took his check and looked at
it. Oh, it was for the entire amount of his salary, all right...and not one
cent more. He moved his thumb and forefinger on the check, was a second one
underneath it? Nope.
     Craig was turning away. "Uh." Bear started.
     Craig stopped, turned. "Yeah?"
     "No bonus this year?" There had been bonuses every year he'd worked
for Craig, seven years now, and it had become an accepted part of his
paycheck. It had always come on his payday, yes, and this year that was the
22nd of December, but....
     "Sorry, man, I just can't afford it." Craig told him. "My ex is raking
me over the coals and the attorneys, I've had to take out three loans just
the last two months alone."
     Bear wasn't totally unsympathetic, but hell, it wasn't like Craig
hadn't known the bonus was coming up. And damn it, it wasn't optional!
"Look, man, I really need that bonus, we're not going to make our mortgage
on the first if we don't get it."
     And Craig, usually easygoing and kindly, just frowned and turned
away. "We all got problems." was his answer.
     And the rage Bear felt from the day, everything from the wife's tirade
of that morning and the work of the day that had gone wrong, and
Mrs. Corneggy's whiny complaining and now, no bonus money, his wife would
blame him for that when he got home and never shut up all weekend long,
holiday or not, that was her way.
     "I'm telling you I need that bonus money." he told his boss.
     "And I'm saying again there isn't any!" If Bear was pissed, Craig was
more than ready to rise to the challenge in kind. He had a divorce and
money troubles pumping up his rage.
     Seeing that face, even the familiar one, confronting him, thwarting
him, just was more than Bear could take. He snarled and got right into
Craig's face and that smell again slid into his nostrils, again the
familiar stirring in his stomach rose again, but this time, rage was in the
mixture as well. "So you have to borrow more, go do it and get me my bonus
money!"
     "I don't have it, I tell you! What do you expect me to do, pull money
out of my ass?"
     The face was right up against Bear's, they were practically nose to
nose. Bear meant to fight Craig, meant to insist upon the bonus money, he
needed that money, needed it if he was going to have peace for the next few
weeks in his house. But he was right up against Craig's chest and that
aroma from him...it was overpowering him!
     "If I can't have a bonus this year, I'm damned well getting something
extra out of this!" He said right into Craig's face.
     "I don't have anything to give you!"
     "The hell you don't!" Bear said and he dove onto Craig, not in anger,
but in passion. He kissed Craig and his arms went around Craig, and the
strange thing to him was, that Craig kissed back and reached to encircle
Bear at the same time. The kiss was long and intense, and when Bear
released Craig, panting heavily, he said, "This can be my bonus."
     "Fine." Craig gasped back and they pressed against each other again.
     Even though Craig was willing, Bear didn't give him the chance. He
tore at Craig's clothes, yanking the shirt apart rather than unbuttoning
it, baring a strong expanse of breast scattered with pale blond hairs, and
he yanked the belt undone and then grabbed the blue jeans and without even
unfastening the fly, he skinned the jeans and briefs together down Craig's
slender waist. Slammed that naked butt up onto the old wooden desk, it
performed occasional duty holding engine parts that needed detail work on
them, now it held Craig's naked ass while Bear stood over him unzipping
that long zipper on the front of his brown jumpsuit.
     Craig watched them, then hastily peeled off his workboots and that let
him drop the jeans and briefs onto the floor. "Ah, damn, come on, come on."
he said as he splayed his legs wide. "Give it to me, give it!"
     Bear fondled his dong, it had hardened some, but his hands quickly
brought it to its full eight-inch, two-inch-thick bearlike glory. "Damned
straight I will. Fuck me over on the bonus, I'll fuck you over but good!"
     "Yeah, damn, yeah, I....oh, oh, OOHHHH!" Craig groaned as Bear shoved
his prong right up that hair-lined ass. No lube, no pussy-footing around,
he drove it straight and hard and true, it rammed right up into Craig's
butt like an arrow to its target.
     "Guh-uh-uhhhh!" Bear grunted as the hot sphincter wrapped itself
around his shaft like butter on a hot biscuit.
     "Oh, shit, God, it's so big and fat!" Craig moaned. He wasn't begging
for mercy, he was relishing the hard thick tool in his ass! "Shit, man, rip
me up with it!"
     "God damned right!" Bear growled and he shoved it in deeper. Craig
only howled harder and his cock was a solid shaft of male rut slapping at
Bear's stomach with each thrust Bear made into Craig's bowels.
     "Oh, ah, hah, yeah, man, yeah, ah, hah!" Craig grunted at each
impalement of his body by Bear's prick.
     "Uh, huh, huh, uh, uh!" Bear grunted in his own turn, his face a scowl
of concentration.
     "Oh, shit, yeah, uh, hah, ah!" Craig moaned.
     "Uh, huh, uh, uh, uh, huh!"
     "Oh, shit, man, I'm, coming, oh, shit, ah, ah, hah, ah!"
     "Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-uh-uh!" Bear sped up and now his thighs slammed
Craig's buttocks in staccato sounds of fleshy slaps.
     "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, oh, oh, oh!" Craig was thrashing back and forth
on the desk.
     "Uh, uh, huh, gruh, gruh, uh, gruh!" Bear's grunts were shifting as
well, as passion leached into his efforts.
     "Coming, coming, ah, GUH-UH-HUNNNNNNN!" Craig's orgasm was immediate
and copious, hot splats of jizz rocketed upwards and flew everywhere,
hitting Craig's body from neck to arms to stomach, and splashing against
Bear's chest and jumpsuit from his ribcage down to his knees.
     As Craig ejaculated, his ass spasmed on Bear's pud, squeezing and
milking at the column as Bear drove it in and out of that hot butt.
     GRUH-UH-GRUH-UH-UH-GRUHHHHHHH-GUHHHHH!" Bear shoved his cock all the
way inside and held it there as his face flushed, the reddening skin
running all the way down to his chest, and his teeth clenched, and he blew
his wads deep into Craig's insides, and with the orgasm, all the rage and
fury and frustration blew out of his body with it, and he felt a release of
all tensions and oppressions that had driven him into his boss' arms.
     He leaned over onto Craig's body and rested on his elbows so as not to
crush the man beneath his weight. Looked into Craig's face, and that aroma
that had haunted his brain now was stronger than ever. Bear's sweat dripped
onto that face, soaked that beard, and the face itself was dappled with the
moisture of loving exertions.
     "Oh, man, oh, man!" Craig was sighing in a whisper. "That was so
fucking hot!"
     "Shit, yeah!" Bear agreed.
     "I so fucking needed that!"
     "Me, too. My wife is riding my ass so fucking much!"
     "I'm sorry I couldn't give you a bonus this year, Bear." Craig
confided. "I really don't have two bucks to rub together."
     "Yeah, I understand." Bear agreed. "Things are rough all over."
     "You said it. My shit-ass wife, why can't she just take everything I
have and leave me alone?"
     "Is it that bad?"
     "No." Craig paused briefly. "It's worse."
     "Sorry to hear that." Bear said.
     "If business picks up after the first, I'll get you a bonus then."
     "The hell you will." Bear told him. "I'll keep the bonus I done got
here. It's better than a few hundred dollars my wife can piss away."
     "Well, you can collect this bonus in installments." Craig told
him. "Next payment due this time Tuesday the 26th after work."
     "You got it." Bear agreed.
     His wife was just as pissy about the lack of a bonus as he'd expected
and tried her best to make his Christmas miserable. But unlike the weeks
before, her words and ongoing coldness in bed didn't intrude into his
spirit the way it had in the months before. He knew that come Tuesday
morning, the shop would reopen and when it closed that evening, he'd
collect some more of his Christmas bonus.

                             THE END
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