Chapter
6
Mack
awoke. It was 2 am by the clock on the night stand. He felt a large
warm body next to him to his left and a heavy arm lay across his
chest. A furry face was nestled in his left armpit.
It
was the fact that Mack's left arm had fallen asleep because it was in
an odd position that he'd awoken. For a moment, Mack didn't realize
where he was or who was with him in the bed. Then he remembered that
he was in a motel in Arizona and that the man who was sleeping next
to him with his face buried in his armpit was Sam.
Mack
felt a bit awkward. If he moved, he might wake Sam and if he didn't,
his arm would still be asleep. He decided that disturbing Sam would
be absolutely necessary, the pins and needles feeling in his left
hand and arm was getting worse by the minute.
Mack
tried moving his left arm, but it was completely unresponsive. That
feeling always scared Mack, because he always wondered if the blood
flow had been cut off and if he'd lost circulation to the arm long
enough for it to have died. He had an unreasoning fear that he'd have
to have his arm amputated and it was this fear that made him move
with less delicacy than he might have used otherwise.
Mack
scooted his body to the right by about a foot. He had to pick his
left arm up and physically move it with the right arm. This moved
both Sam's head from it's resting place onto the bed and the arm that
was on Mack's chest.
Sam
stopped snoring, mumbled something in his disturbed state about
'bathtubs'. Sam, in his sleep, scooted that extra foot over placing
his furry face right next to the left side of Mack's head, bent his
left arm and placed it parallel to the length of Mack's torso and
threw his left leg over Mack. Sam, in the next few minutes was once
again breathing rhythmically in that soothing way Mack had noticed on
the bus.
Mack
turned his head slightly and looked at the clock. It was five after
two. The great hairy beast of a man next to him was warm and
comforting. His beard was soft and the black Harley T-shirt he was
wearing had been soaked in his sweat for the last few days. Sam
smelled musky and that smell had given Mack his erection. Mack also
noticed that Sam had wood and it was pressing into his left thigh.
Feeling was returning to Mack's left arm. Mack wanted to unbuckle,
unbutton and unzip his jeans and pull out his cock for a good jerk
off, but he didn't want to wake Sam.
Sam
breathed steadily, softly. His warm breath on Mack's neck, the big
strong hairy arm that just moved again across Mack to be draped
horizontally across Mack's chest so that the forearm almost touched
Mack's face. Sam's left leg was slightly bent and between Mack's
legs. Sam's groin against Mack's leg was hot and the hard lump of his
cock made Mack want to reach down and stroke it. For all intents and
purposes, Mack was Sam's support pillow, but he didn't mind a bit.
Having the big man cuddled next to him was heaven. He just hoped he
could work out how to shoot a load without waking him. Mack decided
right then and there that he really, really needed relief.
Mack
carefully reached over and pulled out several tissues from the
Kleenex box on the night stand. Slowly and with extreme care, Mack
unbuckled his belt with one hand. Mack had, had a lot of practice
quietly jacking off while sharing a room with his younger brother
before he got his own room. His kid brother had never been disturbed
enough to wake up while Mack jerked it in the next bed. This was
going to be completely different though, he'd never done such a thing
while someone else was actually touching him. The notion of that, the
'danger' was turning Mack on even more. Slowly, he unbuttoned his
jeans and unzipped. He carefully pulled the top of his pants open,
reached down beneath his briefs for his cock and gently began to
stroke the thumb of his right hand over the pre come slicked head.
Sam's
rhythmic breathing hadn't changed.
Reassured,
Mack pulled his briefs down and began to stroke his cock, still
gently so as not to disturb Sam. The smell, the closeness, the
warmth, the feel of the big man was filling Mack's brain with images
of what Sam might look like without clothes. In the extremely dim
light he could see the thick hair on Sam's arm and imagined how
thickly carpeted his body would be. Mack hadn't had the opportunity
to relieve his building need to come since he got on the bus and now,
with just a little stimulation he was getting close to shooting. He
looked over at the clock, it was only fifteen after two and he was
already more than half way to shooting.
Suddenly,
while looking at the clock Sam moved his hairy arm. It quickly moved
down Mack's T-shirt clad torso and the big paw-like left hand covered
Mack's smaller right hand and the words, "Need some help with
that, li'l Bro?" were softly growled out by the big man to his
left.
Immediately
Mack froze. He turned his head to find Sam's eyes staring into his
own. A wide smile was on Sam's face as he gently squeezed Mac's hand
in reassurance.
"Uh…"
Mack began and Sam shushed him.
"'S'OK
bro, I'll take care of ya, like a big hairy bodyguard is suppos'd
ta," he growled in his sleep-roughened voice. Sam moved Mack's
hand away from his cock and grasped it firmly and began stroking the
young man.
"You
an' I've been on the road for days without a chance to get any
release. I was hopin' that you'd ask me to sleep with you, I was
hopin' you'd take the hint of a one bed motel room and ask. I was
hopin' that when I got into bed tonight that you'd wake up and ask
but I guess you were just to tired out from climbin' around in the
Canyon yesterday. So, when I woke just a minute ago and realized what
you were doin', I decided that I wasn't gonna wait anymore.” Sam
chuckled. “A bear could die of sexual frustration waiting on you,
boy!" Sam said and squeezed a little harder on Mack's rock hard
cock sending shivers of pleasure throughout the young man. Sam
chuckled again. "Yeah, well I ain't gonna die that way!"
He
moved his face closer to Mack's and said, "Give daddy a kiss."
Mack
moved his mouth to Sam's and Sam filled Mack's mouth with his tongue.
Mack moved the hand, still moist with his pre come, up to the left
side of Sam's face and began to run his hands through the beard,
petting and caressing the bear's fur.
The
stimulation almost pushed Mack over the edge. It was then that Sam
said, "Oh no, not yet, Bro!"
With
that, Sam reached down, grasped Mack's balls and gently pulled them
away from his body.
"I
don't want you to come just yet. I want your first orgasm with me to
be something a little more than a hand job. You need to cool off a
little," Sam said.
After
a few minutes of holding Mack's balls Sam asked, "You about
cooled off, Bro?"
"Yeah,
I… I don't feel like I've got to shoot," Mack said. It was the
first thing he'd said since he tried to hurriedly explain why he was
stroking his cock and Sam had hushed him.
"Well
good, now we can get down to business!" Sam said.
Sam
raised his voice to a normal talking tone. "Gertrude."
"Yes,"
came the female computer voice.
"Half
normal light, please," Sam said over his shoulder.
"Certainly,"
came the reply.
"Take
those clothes off, Bro, you're not gonna need 'em for a few hours."
Slowly
the light increased in the room as Sam undressed. It was an act he
took slowly, making it a sensual experience for the both of them.
Mack, in his youthful exuberance, had stripped within seconds,
shucking his jeans, kicking them off the end of the bed and near
ripping his T-shirt off. He was about to pull his briefs off and Sam,
just now beginning to pull his musky, faded to charcoal, black
T-shirt off paused with the bottom somewhere below his nipples but
above his hairy belly said, "Nuh uh, leave those on. I want to
take those off myself."
Mack
removed his hands from the sides of the underwear.
"Lay
back an' wait. I know you been wantin' to see me naked since I got on
the bus. You've got to learn to savor the moment, Bro! Savor the
moment!"
Slowly,
sensually, Sam continued to remove his T-shirt. It wasn't a strip
tease, it was the unveiling of one of the great natural masterpieces
of the world. When the T-shirt was off, Mack could finally see the
complete furry torso of the great man before him. He was covered in
fur, not an inch on his torso was bare. Sam handed the shirt to Mack
and simply said, "Take a sniff."
Mack
took the shirt and put it to his nose, he closed his eyes and
breathed in deeply. The rich musk of his protector, his 'daddy',
filled his nostrils and sent a tingle through his body. Sam's long
bearded face split in a wide smile.
"You've
wanted to do that for awhile too, haven't ya Bro? Tonight and from
now on, you're my Bro, my bear Bro. We're tight now and nothin' can
come between us," Sam said and Mack felt it. He knew now that
this man would be part of his life for the rest of his days.
Sam
slowly unbuckled his black leather belt, unbuttoned the top of his
jeans, unzipped his pants all the while Mack was breathing in the
musky scent. Sam wasn't wearing underwear and as he pushed the jeans
down he freed what had to be a good ten to eleven inches of thick
bear cock that stood up proudly and glistened in the dim light of the
room. Heavy balls hung down, touching his hairy thighs. Sam never
took his eyes off the young man and saw how his cock twitched at the
sight of his thickly veined monster. Sam turned round and bent over
as he took the top of his pants all the way down to his ankles. Mack
could see Sam's hairy back, a back as thickly carpeted as his front
and his equally hairy ass and legs. It was just as Mack had imagined,
Sam was furry all over, thickly furred. Mack saw that Sam's asshole
was hidden by thick curly brown fur in the crack. Sam stood up and
stepped out of his worn jeans. He turned around and said, "Like
what you see?"
All
Mack could do was nod in agreement.
"Its
ok....you can touch if you want to." Sam stood there, the half
light making his fur glow.
"I've
never seen a guy so hairy," Mack breathed. He got off the bed
and stepped up to the big man and ran his hands through his thick
chest and belly fur, then reached for his cock.
"Like
it?" Sam chuckled.
"Oh,
FUCK yeah!" Mack was in heaven.
"Well,
we can stand here all day and stroke, or we can get down on that bed
there and make use of what we were blessed with!" Sam growled.
Mack silently stepped back and the two lay down on the large bed.
Mack
hesitated, then blurted out, "Sam....I, uh, I've been with a
girl and all, and I liked it; ad I messed around with a buddy in
school some, you know... looking and touching and once a blow job;
and I liked that, too. But I've never done it with a guy, I mean, a
man. I got a general idea of what to do, but....."
"Son,
don't worry. You're in good paws with this ol' bear. I guarantee
you'll like it, and it will certainly change your life." Sam
grinned through his thick beard. “Now, let's get those tighty
whities offa you.” Sam's furry paws reached for the underwear.
Over
the next hour or so, Mack learned a whole lot about man sex. He was a
quick study, and eagerly put to use the things Sam showed him. Sam
carefully brought Mack to the point where the young man was open and
willing and begging for more.
Mack
was on his back, with his legs up over Sam's hairy shoulders. "Bro,
this is going to hurt a bit, but that can't be helped the first time.
And you just give it half a chance and it will feel real good, I
promise. I'll take it easy, jes' relax a bit." He leaned forward
over Mack and said, "Here... sniff my pit... take a good whiff.
It'll make ya real horny."
Mack
did so and was hit with a wave of sexual desire so strong he thought
he'd shoot right then. At the same moment, Sam pushed his thick cock
into Mack's asshole.
"God
DAMN! That fucking HURTS!" Mack shouted. Sam held still and
shushed the young man.
"I
know.... I'll stay quiet for a bit, let you get used to my size. I
know I'm kinda big. But it gets a lot easier." True to his word,
Sam held still until he felt Mack's sphincter relax, and then began
to push slowly in. "See... easier, innit?" Mack nodded, not
trusting himself to speak. It still hurt some, but he found he SO
wanted this bear of a man in him.
Sam
slowly picked up the pace, pumping his great swollen cock deeper into
Mack. Mack's eyes closed and he threw his head back, moaning as pain
moved to pleasure and he began to shoot all over his own belly and
chest. The first shot hit his face. Sam grinned and drove towards his
own climax, firing off a huge load deep inside Mack. He leaned
forward again, bending Mack nearly double as he gave him a wet sloppy
bear kiss.
He
backed off so Mack could lower his aching legs and lay down on his
side beside him, a huge paw resting on the young man's cum-coated
belly. "Looks like you kinda liked that," the big bear
chuckled.
"Damn!
That was.... that was great!" Mack was still panting. Sam's
breathing had returned nearly to normal. Mack turned towards Sam's
chest and belly and began snuffling and nosing through the fur.
"Fuck, I just can't get enough of you... I just love this!"
He stroked and petted and ran his fingers across and through
everything he could reach on the bear's body.
Sam
grinned his huge grin and rolled onto his back and stretched his arms
above his head. "Yep... nothing like some good ol' fashioned man
sex to blow the cobwebs out. I feel like I could eat a horse and a
half. Wanna get some grub?"
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