Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 10:59:28 -0400 From: Fun Cub Subject: Bear Encounters of a Young Cub Part 2 Don't forget to donate to nifty! Keep this place running so we can all continue to enjoy the awesome stories! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html 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 I arrived at the school gym a bit early today. I've got my training session with Coach K at 5pm but wanted to get a few laps in the pool before lifting. I wound up being the only one there so it was nice to have the place to myself aside from the lifeguards. As I was finishing my last lap, I went to do a flip turn and slammed into something. It caught me totally off guard and almost knocked me out. I felt myself being pulled up out of the water. When I finally caught my bearings I was staring deep into the darkest brown eyes I'd ever seen. It was Coach K! "Whoa fella, sorry about that. I was trying to get your attention and didn't realize you were going into a turn. I saw you in here and figured we could start our workout in the pool and then move into the weight room. You ok?". I couldn't bring words, I was out of breath, shocked, and just in awe of this man. I had a full frontal of him last time I saw him in the shower, but this was somehow different. There was little room between us and he left his hands, or paws as they were, on my wrists holding me steady. I finally mustered up some words "uh yeah sure, wow you scared the crap out of me! Thanks for helping me up," and I flashed him a smile. He patted me on the shoulder, "no problem, you were pretty focused I just hope I didn't take you out of it" and he gave me one of those patented winks of his. He turned around to check on his things at the edge of the pool and I got to take him all in. Fur, fur, and more fur. The water glistened off of every hair on his body and it was amazing. I looked down to check out his swim trunks and to my surprise he had on very tight boxer brief style swimsuit. It was solid blue with white stripes on the side. There were tight laces up the front and if I didn't know any better I'd swear there was a bear paw on the right side, but I couldn't get a good view. There's no way though, that's just my imagination running wild. I was snapped out of my admiration when I looked up to see him with his arms crossed and smiling mischievously at me. "What you don't think an old man like me can pull off this kind of swim suit...I got news for ya kid, I used to swim laps around punks like you. Probably still can," with that last comment he ruffled my hair and dunked under water getting his head wet again. I finally regained all of my composure and started stretching out a bit. I'd been going at a pretty rapid pace so my shoulders, arms, legs and chest were burning pretty good. I started rubbing my arms down the side and then my chest trying to relieve some of the tension and just relax. It felt good to feel the cool air on my body that was previously under water. i closed my eyes and took a handful of water and dropped it over my head and felt it run down my chest. I let my hand follow it to my stomach and rubbed my slight six pack and lightly furred belly. I bent down to rub the tops of my thighs which were exhausted as well. I let out a sigh as I stretched back standing up and arching my back with my arms in the air. When I was done I just shook my upper body a bit as I opened my eyes. When I opened them I noticed Coach K standing just a few feet away from me staring at my stomach. He had this grimace on his face, almost like he was thinking about some task he knew he had to do and how he was going to complete it. His left hand was in a fist and he was rubbing his knuckles with his right hand. I heard a slight grunt come out of his throat when he suddenly look up and caught me looking. He gave me a huge smile and grin when he came to. "Alright, we can get started right here in the pool! There's a few isometric exercises you can do here that are a great prep for some weight work." "Ok," I said "so what do you have in mind". "Well today we're going to focus on your core muscles, we'll do some legs in there too but I want to focus on some full body motion work." He handed me a kick board from the lane next to us. "I want you to do a couple laps of just kicking up and down the pool, that'll get your heart rate up and working which will develop muscle faster." I took the kickboard and started my laps, when I made the turn to come back I saw him doing his own little workout at the other end of the pool. Some light jogging under water back and forth just to keep active. As I got back to the end of the pool he grabbed the kickboard from me. "Alright now use your hands to hold yourself steady at the wall. Now kick with your legs for 30 seconds. Then when I tell you I want you pull your legs into a tucked position against the wall and rest for 15 seconds. Then go back out and do it again. We'll do this for 3 minutes." "Easy peasy, " I said, being a swimmer this is simple work, or so I thought. It turned out to be a lot harder than I thought! I got about a minute and a half in and my legs started killing me. The initial workout had really killed me. I was struggling to keep my kicking going. "Come on kid, push those legs out. Keep it going and don't let it go down." I could assure him that it wasn't going down, I failed to mention that I had a rock hard cock in my speedo the entire time. Then something happened that almost made me pass out. He came over and stood right next to my shoulder. This put his waist almost even with my face and gave me a full view. He put his left hand on my hands holding them in place "come on now push it out, just another 30 seconds". I kicked as best I could but I was losing balance. He took his right paw and patted my butt, I melted instantly and closed my eyes when this happened. "Alright bud, that's good, you can ease up a bit". He said this but never let go of my hands on the wall. As my legs went back down into the water I turned my head to the left. I was eye level with his belly and just admired the fur and then looked down, I could see his thick snake lining down the right side of his shorts. This was a monster cock and there's no way he could wear those shorts and not expect people to look! I checked out the paws on the suit, sure enough they were there but I couldn't tell if they were bear paws or just some brand. There was no indication they were bear pride but damn they looked good. I steadied myself on my feet and went to stand but left my hands under his paw. I made it out like I was trying to catch my breath as we stayed in this awkward embrace. I felt his forearm go across my back and he asked if I was ok. "I'm good, just need to recover." "A young pup like you should be able to recover very quickly," he said with a sly grin and flashed me a wink. Wanting to stand my ground and hold my own I said "oh I can, don't worry about that! The harder you push me the better I'll get at recovering," and I flashed him a coy smile. I don't know what made me do it, or how I got the courage to say it, it just came out. His face just dropped, just like I'd called his bluff, then he let out a hearty laugh, almost a deep guttural growl and he said "alright pup, we'll see about that". We continued our water workout and I finished with a few warm down laps. When I was done we went to go change in the shower. As I approached the locker he said to me "Whoa, where you going? you have to shower off pup. I don't need all that chlorine in my gym!" "Oh sorry! I didn't realize, yeah no problem." I grabbed my shower stuff and headed to the showers. As is normal with swimmers, we generally shower with our suits on since there is basically nothing on anyway. I started lathering up my body. I was facing the wall and just enjoying the feeling of the water. My hands reached my chest and I grazed a nipple lightly. It sent electricity right through me. After everything that just happened in the pool I couldn't keep my hormones in line. Another grazing of my nipple and I was rock hard. 7 inches of cubby meat pushing my suit to it's limits. I did my best to tuck it in but the head was protruding from the top. I continued washing my front running my hands down my lightly furred chest to my stomach. I held my hands there for a moment thinking about pushing a load out through my stomach last night while watching my Dad sleep. I couldn't help these thoughts and they just kept coming. I moved to wash my hair and try and alleviate my stress. I flexed my biceps as I was washing my hair and just felt good to stretch out. As I continued I was brought back to reality by Coach clearing his throat. I turned around instinctively and saw him standing at the shower on the opposite side of me, just 8 feet or so away. He was there, once again naked as a Jay Bear, with the water running over his shoulders down his front. His arms were again crossed over his chest and he looked at me with that mischievous grin again. Good god that position was amazing, his biceps and chest bulged, his belly was accentuated under his arms and the fur on his arms and chest were just incredible. "I had heard you swimmers were wimps in the shower, afraid to go naked with the men eh?". he laughed at me. I got defensive, "hey now, it's got nothing to do with that. It's just easier to jump in the shower right out of the pool." "Yeah sure, if you like you can go use the shower in the women's room if it makes you more comfortable..." and he gave me a wink. I started to get playfully angry, fine, he wants to push me then he obviously has no problem seeing what I've got. With that I said "alright old man, just don't get jealous of the body that you had 30 years ago...". He let out a hearty laugh and I pulled my shorts down. The only problem was, I forgot about the hardon I had given myself just a few minutes ago. So the shorts were off, and there I was, all my glory, standing in front of Coach K. It was almost slow motion. As I raised my head from looking at the floor I took myself in. The workout in the pool had really puffed out my legs and the water running down them brought out my calves. My thighs, always my strongest feature, were fully tensed, the lines around my hips and above my knee showing my hard work outs. There between my legs was all full 7 inches of my cut cock, hard as a rock with the head expanding more every second. My balls, medium in size but low hanging were slowly tightening up to my cock. I brought my hands and crossed my arms like Coach, pushing out my well defined chest and I looked at him, almost as if we were two stags trying to stand the other down over a doe, except I couldn't help but feel like I was the goal here. When my eyes met his I saw him staring right down at my hard cock. He had a big of a shocked look on his face with a little smirk. "Well now, I take my comment back. Looks like you swimmers can hold your own in the locker room. You can't "hold" quite as much as us football brutes can, but certainly earn your place," with that he uncrossed his arms, gave me this sly smile, and started to soap up his belly, never losing eye contact. I was frozen, didn't know what to do. He could see my comfort level dropping and just started laughing, "releax youngin, no need to be shy around me or anyone in the shower. Come on lets clean up and hit the gym." With that he turned around and ran the water over his face. I went back to rinsing off. This was just too much opportunity not to take it all in. I never turned around and locked my eyes on him, I followed the fur down his shoulders, back, and to his legs. He had this build where his legs, torso, and arms were all almost the same size, just amazing thickness everywhere. I brought my eyes back up and noticed the scar on his back again next to his tattoo. I wasn't even thinking anything of it and just casually blurted out "Hey Coach, what's with the scar?". I could tell that my question caught him a bit off guard and he paused for a second, then he turned around and continued washing his stomach. "Well when I was younger I was in the Marine Corps. I was active for 10 years and was with a great crew of guys. We all got to be really great friends. One of the guys in my platoon, Jimmy, and I were really close and always said we'd keep each other safe. Well we were deployed to the middle east for about 3 years. We weren't in any major skirmish or anything, mainly just protecting water, food, and other assets for the troops." He paused in his story to turn around and rinse. The way he referred to his friend as "Jimmy" and not Jim or James I thought was interesting. Most military people have military nicknames, or keep their proper names. He continued his story "Anyway, one day we were attacked. I can be very protective of things I care about and so I knew right away that Jimmy and the other guys in my group were in danger. Without thinking I ran into danger to make sure everyone was still around to fight and hold ground. Luckily the attack was all on foot, and us being the tightly knit group that we were we were able to fend most of the guys off. I won't lie, we lost a couple men, but we held the grounds. Well one guy who we thought was gone was hanging around the edge of the place. Jimmy went out for patrol after to make sure it was safe. I saw him walking towards the patrol tower and then noticed this guy coming out from the side with a bowie knife. Next thing I know I ran up and put myself between Jimmy and this clown. Well I tackled Jimmy and covered him and the guy stuck his knife into my back. Quickly one of the other guys from the group grabbed him and moved him off me. Jimmy was ok, and I was rushed to medical. It cut really deep, just missed the spinal cord and fortunately missed major arteries and tendons. I was out for medical leave for 6 months, and when it was all said and done we were released to come home and my duty in the Marines was done." I didn't really know what to say. This man was pretty amazing. The fact that he has this protector side just made him seem so adorable, yet scary because of his strength and power. I almost wanted to hug him, but I figured that would be overboard. "Wow Coach, that's an amazing story. I'm glad you're ok! Jimmy must have been really appreciative of what you did! Whatever happened to him." When I asked this question his head dropped and his face changed much more serious. "Well we haven't kept in touch much. He came to see me on medical leave after everything happened but when I returned home we never really saw each other again." He took a moment to get a big breath and then smiled and looked at me "but that's just an old story for you. I'm no hero, I just value precious things that's all." And he gave me a wink. He continued to wash his body and bent over to scrub his legs, he turned around and I got a view of that amazing butt. Purely furred, bubbled and amazing. Instantly my cock was rock hard again. I couldn't help but rub myself a few times with this view and then turn around to rinse a bit. When I turned back around coach was soaping up his cock and balls. And as he did so, his cock started to grow a bit. It was thick, and the skin was dark, you could see his italian or sicilian heritage there. It was hooded with big balls and a sac that was big and round. As he rubbed his balls the head of his cock started to peel the hood back as he was getting hard. My 7 inches shot to 7.5 inches as I took in the sight. He just closed his eyes and put his head under the water, continuing to clean. He reached with a hand and pulled the skin back to clean under the head and around the foreskin. As he did so he let a light moan escape his lips. I could tell he had forgotten where he was and he opened his eyes and looked at me. He let out a smile and said "gotta keep things clean and tidy! A guy can get caught up in the shower!". I smiled back and said "well that's certainly something to keep clean, what is that a hooded cobra you keep in there" and i let out a laugh. He returned the laugh and looked down to see my hard cock. he got that sly grin on his face again and looked back up at me. "I may not be able to swim laps around you in the pool anymore, but this old bull still puts most people to shame in this department," with that comment he wrapped his hands fully around his balls and cock and shook them up in the air with a clenched smile and grunt. I flashed him my cutest cubby smile and went to finish my shower. I turned around and reached for the water faucets, just before I could turn them off I suddenly felt a pair of paws on me, soaping up my back. "Hold on now young pup, you gotta clean your back. Can't have you laying down on the bench leaving residue in the gym." His touch froze me completely. I was so nervous I didn't know what to do. The next thing I knew his mouth was at my ear, I felt his beard against me and he whispered "No worries pup, just a friend helping out a friend." His breath was warm, his voice deep and guttural but definitive. I felt those strong paws guide down my shoulders to the small of my back, he got so close to me I could feel his chest fur against my shoulders as he rubbed the small of my back. I couldn't tell if it was his hand or not, but it sure felt like that monster of a cock was rubbing against the top of my ass. He moved his hands down just above my ass, but stopped there. He patted my shoulders and then patted my butt "all good, now go ahead and rinse off". I heard him turn off his water, I was so disappointed that the moment had ended. I turned around and saw him getting ready to leave, I couldn't let the moment pass, "well hey wait, shouldn't you wash your back too?" He smiled at me "well sure I guess, do you mind?" "Not at all, here just jump in my shower. He walked by me and under the water and turned around, I was standing right behind him. The soap was on the holder in the wall right in front of him. "I just need to..." and I wrapped my arms around him to grab the soap. I took this split second of a moment to enjoy the light embrace. My hard cock rested against his ass, his furry back tickled my chin. He put his arms up against the wall as I did this, assuming the stance and spreading his leagues a bit. I grabbed the soap and stepped back, starting to washing his shoulders. They were immensely big, so I took my time. As I got to the scar I rubbed it slowly. I took my time here as well, and just put extra soap on it showing my concern through my attention to it. "It doesn't hurt none, but Jimmy was a good friend, I miss him a lot from time to time". His head hung low and I could tell Jimmy was more than a friend to him. I worked my hand over his marine corps bull dog tattoo. Such a sight it was. I moved my hands down to his lower back, and he just spread his legs a bit more. I washed every hair I could see on his back, and even some at the top of his rock hard furry ass. Then, just as with every typical situation, the soap slipped out of my hands and fell right between his legs. "Oh sorry I'll just..." and with that I knelt down to pick it up, as I grabbed the soap and looked up I noticed Coach had turned around. His arms were pressed straight down both paws resting on his legs, this made his chest and arms puff out. I looked at his face and he had this almost angry stern look on, I trailed my eyes down his chest to his now rock hard cock. The hood pulled all the way back and the head totally exposed and THICK! "I uh..." before I could say anything else both of his hands went to the back of my head. I didn't know what was happening, he was urging me forward not saying a word. I didn't know what to do. The head of his cock touched my lips. He moved one of his hands to the base of his cock and lightly brushed it against my mouth. WIth his other hand he put his fore finger under my chin and his thumb on my chin. He started applying pressure down on my jaw, slowly, but forcefully, opening my mouth. I was hesitant, but had to give in. I wasn't sure I was ready for this, but I knew I felt the need to serve this bull man. With that I closed my eyes and slowly stuck my tongue out. I hit the bottom of the head of his cock, right where the foreskin is attached and it sent a shiver through him and me. His right hand went to the back of my head, but he kept his left hand pointing his cock at my mouth. I licked gently as he slowly pushed the head into my mouth. The head passed my lips and I instinctively and gently eased my mouth closed around it. I let my tongue swirl around the head. This pulled a guttural moan from him and his grip on the back of my head tightened. I moved my head forward to take more of him in my mouth. He was so thick that he left no room anywhere in my mouth. Every inch of him touched every inch of my mouth. I worked it over slowly, slobbering when I could and grabbing a breath when I could. His hand urged me forward more..."I can't..." escaped his lips and his hips thrust a bit. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat. When that happened something took over in him. His grip tightened almost hurting me, and his other paw went to my head as well. I tried to look up at him, his gaze was directly into my eyes but there was nothing gentle about his look. I tried to open my throat to breathe and when I did he seized his chance and forced in, driving the head of his cock down my throat. I gagged, not prepared for it at all. His girth was amazing and I couldn't take it all. I tried to push him back to breathe but he held still. I was able to get short breaths through my nose. He started to withdraw and I was able to get some deep breaths in. Tears were pouring down my face. I was scared of what this man could make me do, but I was so turned on but what was happening. He pulled all the way out and his head was once again resting on my lips. He took his left hand and stroked it a few times, his right paw never leaving the back of my head. I licked at his head a bit as I caught my breath and he pushed the head back in leaving it there on my tongue. I looked up at him, there was a moment where I could see him come back to reality. realizing what he had done, and was doing. I could see it was a make it or break it moment, then the stern look came back... "I just can't... stop..." and once again he thrust into my mouth. This time more urgently, and he started to gain a rhythm. I looked up and he wasn't looking at me anymore. His mouth was gaped open and his head was thrown back, both hands were gripping my head as he was riding my mouth now faster. The head hit the back of my throat but this time popped in with ease. Each time this happened he would lightly shake his head and grunt. My fist went to my cock. In this position I was kneeling with my 7.5 inches sticking straight in the air. The man was hurting me, taking advantage of me, using me, and I loved every second of it. I started jerking furiously. Precum was flowing like crazy from both of us. I could feel the white foam of it around my lips, and it was dripping down off my chin. I lined up my hand to catch it and use it as lube. Here I was, getting my throat fucked by my Coach, and jerking off using a combination of his precum and my throat spit as lube. My right hand grabbed my nipple and lightly rubbed it as my left was jerking me off harder and harder. My ass tensed as I felt my climax coming soon and this caused my throat to contract. he pushed in all the way and held me there. I felt him look down at me. his head turned to the side and he caught view of me jerking off "Oh fuck yeah pup..." was all he could muster and he started to fuck my mouth again. I couldn't take it any longer, I couldn't breathe, my mouth was sore, and the cum was about to shoot out of me. With that I managed a deep cubby growl and I exploded, my head blew the biggest rope of cum straight up in the air, catching the bottom of his balls and the top of his thighs. He felt the warmth of my load on his body and it sent him over the edge. He grabbed my hair, pulled out of my mouth and stroked it pointing it at my mouth. One more stroke and he erupted, I kept my mouth open, mainly because he had my hair pulled back so hard I couldn't close it. The first volley splattered my upper lip and went right in my mouth. He didnt miss a beat, he used the head to take the cum on my upper lip, push it down into my mouth, and back deep in my throat he went. His paws held me in place as he humped his load down my throat. Never letting up. I was out of breath and exhausted, cum still leaking from my cock onto the shower floor. He grunted and growled, eyes closed and head thrown back. Every muscle tensed as he took this cub for his mouth and all he was worth. I felt the last drops in my throat and he slowly eased out. His breathing was heavy. As he pulled out a string of slime, spit, and cum strung from my mouth to the tip of his cock. He took his thumb and scooped it off his head, and fed it into my mouth. i looked into his eyes tears coming down my face. His look wasn't one of concern, but of full demanding service. After he fed me the last of his cum he left his meaty paw on my face. I could see him coming to reality. his hand on my face, chest heaving up and down breathing heavy. Suddenly his face changed, I could see the concern come back to him. He started to well up a bit in his eyes. "Oh my god John, I'm so sorry I...". I was too out of breath and exhausted to know what to do. I just looked down at the floor, my neck and head barely able to stand up. "I'm so sorry...I can't believe I just...I just..." and with that he left. He walked back into the locker room. There I was, on the floor of the showers, the water hitting me on the top of my head and back, totally limp from this oral abuse, my cum on the floor in front of me and Coaches cum in my mouth and on my lips. I was in shock, and I just collapsed forward with my hands steadying me against the wall...