Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2017 02:27:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Lover was a Bear (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
consenting underage boy and adult males...  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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                    My Lover was a Bear
                            By
                           Wolf

	When I was 10-years-old I fell in love with an older
man.  My mother and father were divorced three years
before, and he had quit his job at the Richmond California
Standard oil refinery to take a job at a refinery in Huston
Texas.  That left my mother and I in Richmond on our own.

	Grandpa owned a small appliance store located on San
Pablo Ave.  Grandma operated a seamstress business in the
store.   Upon their demise, Mother took over the seamstress
business.  She hired a woman to help with the seamstress
business.  We lived in a small house located behind the store
facing the next street.

	I traveled to and from school on public transportation.
I became comfortable ridding the bus and got to know the
regular travelers.  There was one man that I admired a lot.  I
had been aware that I was attracted to men for a long time.  I
was well aware that my classmates referred to anyone that
had sex with men were called 'queers,' so I was reluctant to
discuss my desires with anyone.  But I found this man so
intriguing that I made a point to sit next to him and talk to
him.  I found out that his name was John Richardson.  I told
him that my name was Timothy Barns.

	He was a dark-haired man with a well-trimmed beard.
He always wore a business suit with dress shirt and tie.  His
shoes were always shinned to a high gloss, and he carried a
briefcase.  I learned that he was a lawyer.  He always boarded
the bus at the next stop, so I knew that he lived close by.  One
day I had to go to the dentist after school, so I took a late bus
home.  I was thrilled when I saw that John was on the bus, so
I worked my way back to sit with him.  When we arrived at his
stop I got off with him.  I walked up the hill with him and we
eventually arrived at a nice-looking home that looked like it
was a new building.

	John told me that he had bought the house as an
investment and had it remodeled.  He asked me if I should be
getting home?  I told him that I lived just a couple of blocks
north, and I could call my mother.  With that I pulled out my
cellphone and called Mother, and asked her if I could come
home later, because I wanted to visit a friend.  With her
approval, I ended the call and put the phone back in my
school pack.

	John asked me if I would like something to drink, and I
was eager to accept.  He led me to the kitchen where he took
a bottle of orange juice from the fridge and poured me a tall
glass.  He quickly made a single cup of coffee in his coffee
machine.  We sat at his dinner table to drink and talk.

	When he found out that my parents were divorced he
became sympatric.  Before I left to walk home he gave me a
hug and kissed me on the mouth.  It felt strange kissing a man
with a beard, but it excited me.  I felt my penis get a boner.
Before I left I asked if I could visit him tomorrow, he told me
what time he would be home.

	I asked my mother if I could visit my friend tomorrow
without mentioning that he was an adult.  She was pleased
that I had a friend, and asked if I needed money for dinner or
a show.  I quickly accepted just to have a little money.

	The next day I waited for a couple of hours before
catching the bus home.  I got off the bus at John's stop and
walked up the hill to his house.  He was not home yet, so I sat
on the front steps.  I saw John walking up the hill and got
excited.  As soon as we were in the house we hugged and he
kissed me on the mouth again.  Then he got me a glass of
orange juice, and announced that he wanted to change
clothes.  I followed him to his bedroom and sat in the bench
at the foot of the bed, while he changed clothes.  He hung his
suit up to air out and put his shirt and T-shirt in a hamper in
the attached bathroom.  Then he took out a polo shirt from a
dresser drawer.

	I was surprised to see just how hairy his body was.  His
body was covered with dark hair.  His arms, belly, chest, and
shoulders had an abundant amount of hair.  He also looked
like a body builder.  His biceps must have been 20-inches
around, and his pectoral muscles were thick, and he could
flex them independently.  I was impressed even though he
had a bit of pot belly.  He took off his shiny black oxfords and
put on soft loafers, before escorting me back to the family
room.

	He sat in his big leather wing-backed recliner and
invited me to sit on his lap.  I sat on his left thigh and he
placed a hand on my back and his right hand on my belly.  I
found his attention thrilling.  He pulled my shirt out of my
pants and stared rubbing my bare flesh.  When he touched
my nipples, I sprang a boner that was unmistakable the way it
tented up my pants.

	John kissed me again, and this time he stuck his tongue
into my mouth.  Again, I found it strange to be kissed by a
man with a beard.  It tickled my face.  As he pulled his right
hand out from under my shirt he placed his hand on the
bulge of my pants.  As he rubbed my crotch it felt like my dick
would break, but it was thrilling.  I didn't know what to do,
but I didn't want him to stop.

	John gently started unbuckling my belt and unfasten
the top of my pants before he pulled the zipper down.  Then,
he opened the pants and pulled my tidy-whites down and
tucked them under my small scrotum.  I couldn't believe how
thrilling it was when he used two finger and thumb to
masturbate me.  I couldn't believe how long my dick got.  It
had never gotten that long when I masturbated myself.  The
last thing John did was bend over and take my dick into his
mouth and suck on it until I had a dry orgasm.

	After I recovered he helped me get dressed and walked
me to the door, and hugged and kissed me before opening
the door.

 	That night I had a hard time getting to sleep.  All I could
think about was what John had done to me.  I actually
masturbated so many time that night that I rubbed a blister
on the underside of my dick and I was swollen double
thickness the next day.

	I went straight home that afternoon and changed
clothes and made a snack before asking Mother if I could
walk to my friend's house.  This time I arrived after he got
home.  This time he led me to his bedroom as soon as he
hugged and kissed me.  He had already changed clothes and
was wearing a silk-pajamas and bare footed.  As soon as we
were in his room he started taking my clothes off.  When he
got all my clothes off he sat me down on the bed and sat next
to me.  He stared kissing and feeling me up.  When his right
hand reached my crotch, he started masturbating me.  When
he laid me on his bed he hovered over me and started
sucking my penis.

	I started rubbing his back and the silk felt warm and
slippery.  After I had a dry cum, he sat up and unbuttoned the
top and removed it.  Then he pulled the cord and removed
the bottoms.  I got my first look at his cock and balls.  It was
strange because his cock looked like a dark brown worm,
because he had skin covering the crown.  He also had a lot of
pubic hair all around it and his scrotum dangled between his
legs like rubber balloons with water in them.  The testes were
pretty large, and covered with dark hairs.  The dark hairs ran
down the insides of his thighs to join his hairy legs.  He
admitted that he was a hairy bear.  I took hold of his five-inch
cock, and started masturbating him.  I marveled at how loose
the skin was.  I was able to pull the skin back to expose the
wet crown.

	John asked me to suck his cock.

	I pulled the skin back and licked the crown of his cock,
before I covered the crown with my mouth.  I even tried to
stick the tip of my tongue into the hole, until John
complained that it hurt.  When I started sucking his cock, he
rested his hand on the back of my head and encouraged me
to swallow all of his cock.  He warned me when he was about
to cum.  He pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to
keep my mouth open and jacked off until he started squirting
cum in my face, most landed in my mouth.  I swallowed his
cum after I decided I didn't mind the taste.

	Every visit was pretty much the same for several
weeks.  The only days I didn't visit him was when Mother
planned something like a doctor's visit or shopping for
clothes for me.

	Eventually while I was sucking his cock, John started
sticking his finger into my asshole while I sucked his cock.
Over several days he continued finger fucking me and he
added a finger then a third.  After that he discussed anal sex
with me.  He even allowed me to fuck him.  He lay across the
bed and I stood on the floor and guided my dick to his hairy
asshole.  It was very exciting to cling to his hips as I drove my
dick into his asshole.  I had a dry orgasm before I pulled out.
John sucked my dick afterwards.

	I had a lot to think about that night, because I knew
that John had been grooming me for the day he was going to
fuck me.  He had warned me that it would hurt until I got
used to it, so I was apprehensive about the prospect of it
hurting, but I wanted to find out what it would feel like.

	I made arrangements with my mother that I was going
to spend the weekend with my friend.  I knew that Mother
though he was either a classmate or a local playmate about
my age, and I deliberately avoided reveling that John was an
adult old enough to be my father.

	Friday night I left home with a pack with pajamas and
toothbrush in it.  By this time the fall weather made the walk
to his house rather cool.  At least the interior of his home was
warm enough to be comfortable without clothes, and we
were soon totally naked.  There was a lot of preparation for
my first anal breeding.  We bathed together in the tub after
he gave me an enema to clean my colon and loosen me up.
When we were dry we went to the bedroom and prepared
for my deflowering.

	John suggested that it would be easier if I do it myself.
He produced a bottle of a lubricant called KY and lay on his
back, and coated his cock with the liquid, and stuck two
greasy fingers up my ass.  Then he lay on the middle of the
bed.  He told me to mount the bed and straddle his hips
facing him.  When I straddle his hips, he took hold of my
hands to support me while I lowered my butt down to his
fully erect cock.  When I managed to line up my asshole with
his cock I started lowering my butt.  I managed to relax my
butt and slowly lowered my ass until I was sitting on his body.
I started basically bouncing my butt up and down.  I was
actually fucking myself on his cock until he let me know he
had cum.  I sat back down while he took hold of my dick and
jacked me off.  I was thrilled that I actually produced a drop
of clear pre-cum.

	I was pleasantly surprised that I had fucked myself
without it hurting like John had cushioned me.  John cleaned
me up and we hugged before John assumed the doggy
position and encouraged me to fuck him.

	Fucking him was even more exciting the second time.  I
lasted longer.  When I had my orgasm, we lay on our sides
facing each other cocks and sucked each other clean.  It was
so thrilling to fall asleep in each other's sweaty arms smelling
his body odor and having the smell and taste of his cock.  The
next day we cleaned up by bathing together and spent the
day lounging around in the nude.  I never wanted to let go of
his cock.

	When I asked John to breed me again, he told me that
he wanted to let my asshole relax a little longer before he
fucked me again.  He offered to let me fuck him again,
because he was used to being fucked.  To me it was like
telling me that my dick was a lot smaller than the men that
had fucked him before, but the prospect of getting to fuck
John's hairy asshole was something I couldn't resist.  I
mounted him from behind and took hold of his hips as I drove
my dick into his asshole.  I fucked him for only few munities
before I had another dry orgasm.

	The next morning, I woke up with a piss hard-on, and
felt John's cock resting between the cheeks of my butt.  It
was comforting to feel his cock resting right at the opening of
my boy-pussy, but at that moment I had a pressing need to
relieve my bladder.  When I tried to disengage myself from
John I woke him up.

	He wanted to hug and kiss the back of my neck before
engaging in a little early morning sex, but he soon realized his
morning hard-on was also needed to piss as well.  We both
made our way to the bathroom.  While I stood in front of the
toilet, with dick in hand pissing in the bowl, John stood next
to me, one hand on my ass and the other holding his cock as
he pissed into the bowl.  When we were finished we brushed
our teeth.  At that point, we both recognized we were both
hungry.

	After we satisfied our hunger we were ready to satisfy
our sexual hunger.  John took me back to bed and laid me on
my back.  He took hold of my ankles and placed them on his
shoulders.  He greased me up, along with his cock before he
pressed the head of his cock against my asshole.  It hurt more
this time, because I was not in control, but I endured it, with
only moans.  It was a glorious day of oral and anal sex.  I did
my best to clean up before going home, but on my walk
home my asshole leaked a substantial amount of cum that
soaked my underwear and my jeans.

	When I got home I changed clothes before going to bed
and put my discarded clothes in the bathroom clothes
hamper, with hopes that the cum would dry before laundry
day.

	Over the next few weeks I probably had sex with John
almost every other evening.  One Monday evening Mother
waited until after dinner to confront me.  After removing the
dishes, she leaned across the dinner table and took hold of
my hands.  "Timmy, how old is your young friend Johnny?"

	I almost panicked, "Why do you ask?"

	"I had thought you were paying with a boy your age
until I stated observing that your underwear had suspicious
stains on the seat.  They were stiff and had a smell reminding
me of cum, and that makes me have to ask if you are having
sex with your friend Johnny?"

	I started crying, so Mom added, "Honey, I don't mean
to reproach you.  If you are experimenting with sex, fine, but
if you believe that you are gay you have to be careful who
you have sex with.  When you have sex with someone you're
in fact having sex with everyone they had sex with.  You could
be infected with a sexually transmitted disease.  I'm not
trying to scare you, but I want you to be safe."

	I was still reluctant to tell her about John.  I figured she
would be really upset if she knew that he was old enough to
be my father.  I did feel a need to admit that I was gay and
sexually active.  I didn't feel comfortable talking about what I
was doing sexually, so I admitted, "I am gay, and John and I
were having sex with each other."

	Mom said, "I would like to meet Johnny."

	The hair on the back of my neck tingled.  "John
wouldn't feel comfortable meeting you, knowing that you
know about us."

	She let it go with the statement, "Someday I hope you
feel comfortable about letting me meet him."

	With that out of the way, I was more comfortable
about not trying to hide my sexual activity from her.  I wasn't
concerned about her seeing my underwear with cum stains,
or hiding my waddling because of a sore ass.

	The fact that John lived so close it was inevitable that
Mother would eventually see me in the company of John.
She assumed that he was the father of Johnny.  When she
asked me about that, I let her assume he was the father, and
she wanted to meet him.  I told John about my mother's
assumption.

	John greed to meet my mother with hopes that if they
became friends she wouldn't be so upset when she would
find out that we were lovers.

	Mother invited him to dinner at our home.  Mother
was impressed with him.  Learning that he was a lawyer was
favorable, and his manly good looks made him attractive to
her.  His manicured bears and mustache added to his good
looks.  It was obvious that she found him sexually attractive.
She flirted with him, while asking how he felt about their
son's romance.  John was very diplomatic deflecting the
question without directly answering the question.  Over the
following months they had additional meetings.

	By that time, I was thrilled that I was producing cum to
feed John and I was growing light brown pubic hair above my
dick and under my arms.  I was enjoying fucking him as much
as him fucking me.

	Mother was becoming more concerned that she hadn't
met Johnny.  John was visiting her one night and after he
fucked her, she asked why Johnny had never visited Timmy at
her house.  He still had his cock in her pussy and he kissed her
on the mouth, "Johnny is in you right now!"

	It must have shocked her to learn that the cock in her
pussy was the one fucking her son.  She was upset that her
current lover was also her son's lover.  She eventually
accepted the idea that he was going to fuck her, when he
wasn't fucking me.  It wasn't long begore he became my
stepfather.  At first John kept our sexual activity separate
from his sex with Mother, but eventually he made no effort
to hide our sexual activity from her.  Overtime she began to
enjoy watching us suck and fuck each other.



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