The Bear's Picnic
By hairy1
(This is a work of fiction, and no real persons or events are depicted. Safe sex practices are not depicted; but in real life, get tested and always play safe. If you have comments, please contact the author at ursuspilosus@yahoo.com)
Once upon a time, there were two handsome sexy bears. One had a beard, the other a mustache. Both of them were about average height, the one with the beard a bit taller. Both had once had dark hair, but it was now salt and pepper, with the salt winning. Both had smiles that lit the others heart, brightened each others day.
Now, sadly, these bears could not spend enough time together. But happily, the time they could spend was absolutely wonderful, and they made the most out of it. Their wants were so similar that the complimented each other in all ways. Frequently, they even finished each others sentences or said the same thing at the same time.
Their wants were so intertwined, it was sometimes hard to distinguished where one ended and the other started. They called each other many of the same nicknames, endearments. They changes roles and positions fluidly, without thought or effort, as they both wanted all the other had to offer, and to give the other all that he had.
It wasn't just the "sex" that was so special, as it was all making love. All of the moments put together created a beautiful whole. Things as simple as the mustached bear gently stroking the hair on the bearded bears knuckles created lasting memories, cemented the love they felt. Perhaps not exciting for a story, but both seemed to feel that they way they cuddled, face to face, laying out on the bed, the bearded bears leg up over his lovers hips, arms around each other, gazing lovingly, kissing softly, was the best part of the day.
Now, on this particular day, these bears had planned to go on a picnic. The sexier of the two (you know, the handsome one with the mustache), had gone to a lot of effort, finding a spot within easy driving distance of the hotel the other bear was staying at, and had packed a lunch of all sorts of salads and crackers as well as diet coke and fruit. He didn't know the other bear had snuck in a small box of fancy chocolates for desert (that bear could just be trouble sometimes, but bears do like their sweets). They grabbed a large blanket and headed off on the highway north.
The bearded bear drove, but instead of keeping both hands on the wheel, he placed his right hand on the sexier bears left thigh, and rubbed it lightly (no worries, the bearded bear is left handed so is in perfect control of the car, and is paying attention to the road). The sexier bear placed his hand over the other bear's, caressing it. And they drove contentedly enjoying each others company, each pointing out interesting things on the way.
After a number of turns, they arrived at the small provincial park, set aside and on weekdays like this not used much. As they pulled into the parking lot, another car left, and they realized that they had the whole place mainly to themselves.
The park was one neither had been to, but that the mustached bear had found by surfing the internet. It was quiet and out of the way, with only a small parking lot and no park rangers. If consisted of a modest size lake surrounded by forest and pathways, with a large meadow near the parking for picnicking.
Now, I don't want to disrupt the idyllic mood of this, but it should be mentioned that before setting out on this picnic, these bears had engaged in some clothing free physical pursuits in the hotel room, which ended up taking longer than one would think (that mustached bear is really a sex fiend), so it was close to noon when they arrived for the picnic, and they had worked up an appetite.
And so, after admiring the location briefly, the bears set out their blanket and their feast.
Now, it must be said that the bearded bear goes between pushy and feeling unsure of himself. But in this case, as they sat down to their meal, and the sexier bear was pulling things out to serve, the bearded bear determined the seating arrangement. He sat on the blanket as his lover made plates, and spread his hairy legs wide. As the other bear looked about to see where to sit, the bearded bear pointed right at the blanket between his legs. At the look of puzzlement, he said "You are going to sit right here, and use me to rest against." As the sexier bear started to protest, the bearded bear let out a low growl, to prevent further discussion, and so the matter was decided. The plates were handed out, and the sexier bear settling in, leaning up against the bearded bears belly and chest. The bearded bear set his plate down, after taking a forkful of potato salad, and wrapped his arms around the other bear, pulling him close, holding him. He left one arm that way, and used the other to eat. Occasionally between bites, in lulls of the conversation, he leaned in and kissed the other bears neck, and all along was gently rubbing with his hand and pressing his thighs on either side. Then, he reached forwarded and took the sexier bears plate, causing some laughter - "I guess you are hungry big bear". But instead, the bearded bear started to place small morsels from the plate in his lover's mouth, feeding him slowly, gently. Occasionally, he would leave a finger or two, and the sexier bear would slowly suck them after swallowing the bite in his mouth.
Both bears were enjoying this lunch immensely, but there was a limit to what even they could eat, and eventually they reached it. They settled back for a bit and relaxed, the bearded bear's arms still around the mustached bear. They basked in the sun, and eventually, the sexier bear suggested that perhaps they could get some tan by removing their shirts. As they had the area to themselves, the bearded bear agreed, and they continued enjoying the day together, the mustached bear lying out against the hairy belly of his companion, feeling hands softly stroke his shoulders as the sun warmed them.
After lazing this way for some time, the bearded bear decided he needed to stretch and take a walk. He had eaten way too much of the delicious food the other bear had prepared. He asked the other bear to walk with him, or offered to get his book for him, so he could stay relaxed in the sun.
The mustached bear took maybe a second at most to decide. "I'll go for a walk with you" he said, because he simply didn't want them to be apart (and he did like to walk, don't get me wrong).
And so the two bears set off on a wooded trail around the lake, surrounded by the songs of birds. The path was easy, and from all points, the calm water of the lake could be seen. The forest surrounded them with deep shadows and long shafts of light. No one else intruded upon the privacy and togetherness the two felt.
About half way around the lake, they saw a very small path leading off into the woods, away from the lake. Hands clasped together, they decided to follow it a bit, just to see where it led.
The wood thickened briefly, totally shielding them from the lake. Then it opened into a secluded meadow, where the sun shone brightly. Flowers filled the open space, a riot of color and fragrance, and butterflies flitted from one blossom to the next. In the center of the meadow was a very large flat rock outcropping, glistening white in the sun, and worn smooth by centuries of rain and wind.
The bearded bear led his lover by hand over to the outcropping, and laid him out, still shirtless, on the sun warmed rock. As the warmth penetrated and loosed the muscles of his back and shoulders, the bear sighed, and the bearded bear told him to just relax and close his eyes.
The bearded bear slowly and lovingly caressed his lover's furry chest and stomach and sides, seeing him relax into the sun and trapped heat of the rock. He slowly loosened his lover's belt and carefully removed the pants and underwear, leaving the sexy bear in only his socks and shoes in the secluded meadow. At his lover's insistent request, the bearded bear also removed his own pants (amazingly, leaving on only a red thong). Then, slowly running his hands over his lover's amazing body as he stood between his spread legs, the bearded bear leaned over, and gently ran his tongue over one nipple, then the other.
The gasp of pleasure was enough to encourage the bearded bear. And so he continued, touching softly all over, and licking both nipples in turn very gently, as the warmth from the rock continued to loosen the other bears muscles and relax him. He continued to work his lover's nipples, gently at first, but then more insistently, moving from licking to sucking, then sucking more hungrily as the bear under him began to arch his back. The bearded bear pressed his weight down, forcing the mustached bear's back towards the heated rock, his hairy chest pressing into the hairy stomach of his lover, his mouth working those sweet nipples.
As the mustached bear started too squirmed beneath him, the bear let him feel his teeth on the nipples, at first just closing them enough to gently rub against the skin, then nibbling carefully. At this, the mustached bear's hands reach up, and softly close around the bearded bears head, pressing him to his chest and holding him there, the two coupled in the giving and taking of pleasure, the sensations encompassing both.
The mustached bear basks in the warmth of the rock, the feeling of his lover's body pressed down on him, and the warm wet pressure of a mouth on his nipples. His hands caress his lovers head, causing a shudder through the bearded bear's body, a wave of pleasure and satisfaction that is hard to explain.
As the mustached bear relaxes his hands, the bearded bear slowly moves his mouth down the magnificent body displayed on the rock, running his tongue across the belly, through the belly button, and into a dense patch of pubic hair, which he licks and nibbles. Feeling a cock hardening against his throat, the bear lowers his head further, and glancing up at the mustached bear's face, slowly licks the drops of precum from the slit, delicately tasting it as he is watched. Then, he slowly sinks his mouth down over the head of the slowly hardening cock, swirling his tongue around it, sucking gently. The mustached bear's hands again find his head, running through his hair, caressing and stroking it, but not forcing anything more.
Yet the big bear continues to sink his mouth further down, engulfing more and more of the widening cock. Inch by inch, the shaft disappears inside the warm wet confines of the bear's mouth, as low sounds of pleasure are made from both.
Reaching up, the bearded bear starts to play with the mustached bears nipples again, a hand on each. He slowly rolls them in his fingers, gently and carefully, as his mouth moves steadily up and down.
The mustached bear lays his head back on the warm rock, closing his eyes, taking the pleasure in; his movements and sounds feeding the pleasure right back to the bearded bear. He moves one hand off the bearded bears head, and closes it over one of his own nipples, slowly moving the bearded bear's hand, and then squeezing and pulling the nipple harder than the bearded bear. Noting this, the bearded bear treats the other nipple the same way, and the mustached bear leaves his other hand squarely on the back of the bearded bears head.
Still working his mouth and tongue and lips over the hard cock of the mustached bear, the bearded bear slips his now free hand under the ass of his lover, and gently inserts a finger into his crack, moving it back and forth.
As the mustached bear moans more, the bearded bear sucks harder, and carefully runs a finger in circles around the rim of the mustached bear.
This causes the hips of the mustached bear to begin to thrust, and his cock to throb. So the bearded bear moves his finger under the waistband of his thong to his own cock, mopping up some of the precum freely flowing, then smearing it on the rim of the mustached bear and feeling his finger slowly yet easily slip inside. He presses circles around the inner rim, widening it, before moving deeper, caressing his lover's insides as his mouth caresses his lover's cock.
The hips thrusts of the mustached bear are becoming more urgent, and when the bearded bear's finger slides in and touches his prostate, the mustached bear gasps loudly, and moans. The bearded bear has to remove his hand from the nipple and hold the mustached bear's hips down, so he doesn't bruise himself on the rock with his eager movements.
And this brings the mustached bear to the edge, with his cock being worked and his prostate being massaged while being firmly held in place. He unleashes rope and rope of thick creamy cum into the bearded bear's mouth, exclaiming in pleasure. Both his hands are now on his nipples, pinching and pulling. The bearded bear's finger is moving rapidly back and forth in the hungry ass, and his mouth is locked over the shooting cock, wave after wave of cum flowing out as the mustached bear orgasms in the secluded meadow.
Finally, the eruption of cum slows and stops, the bearded bear still trying to suck out more as the mustached bear gasps and pants. Feeling that his lover is spent, the bearded bear removes his finger, and slowly lifts his mouth. He moves up the rock over the mustached bear, sliding the thong down as he goes, and gently kisses his lover's mouth.
The mustached bear raised his spread legs, and wraps them around the waist of the bearded bear as they kiss, and pulls him close, drawing the bearded bear's hard wet cock towards his anus. The bearded bear starts to resist, not wanting to hurt him, but the look of longing in the mustached bears eyes is too much, and he slowly presses his cock against his lovers opening. More precum is unleashed, and it lubricates the way. So as they lay out on the warm rock, the bearded bear on top of the sexy mustached bear, his cock slips slowly in, penetrating deeper and deeper, without pain and with growing pleasure. Finally, it is buried to the hilt, and they kiss passionately.
The bearded bear starts to thrust his hips slowly and steadily, the feel of the tight hot ass around him extraordinary. With no rush, he pumps back and forth, and feels his lover respond, become one with the movement. One is not fucking the other; they are making slow steady love.
As the sun beats down on the bearded bears back, and their hairy chests and bellies slide against each other, the bearded bear feels a pressure begin to build in his balls. The mustached bear reaches down and grabs his ass, squeezing hard, and the bearded bear begins to loudly growl. He presses his mouth into the other bears shoulders and bites gently, then moves his mouth, emitting growls and then biting, marking the mustached bear as his.
The bearded bear begins to thrust harder, almost ramming his cock back and forth, close to losing control. As the mustached bear moans in pleasure, and the bearded bear knows they are both enjoying it, he does, unleashing a hard burst of cum inside his lover. Wave after wave erupts from him as his muscles tighten and loosen, and he arches his back and roars out his triumph to the open sky.
Finally, the orgasm ends, and the bearded bear slumps exhausted, holding his lover tightly, whispering "thank you, love you" over and over. They half nap on the sunny rock that way for a bit, before gathering the energy to get up and put there pants back on. With a soft gentle kiss, the move back to the lake trail and finish their walk, ending back up at the blanket and the chocolate, which the mustached bear exclaims over then feeds them both, being careful of the bearded bears playful teeth.
Finally, as the afternoon draws to a close, they walk to the lake, and dip their feet in, watching the sun set over the trees, and the sky brighten in shades of red and violet and deep blue. They sit, arms around each other, in contented silence, and enjoy the show. The mustached bear places his head down on the bearded bear's shoulder, and is drawn in closer, a soft kiss being planted on top of his head.
Then, as the twilight deepens, they get up and pack their blanket and picnic gear, and head back to the hotel. The bearded bear again thanks the sexier mustached bear, saying what a wonderful job he has done finding the spot, making the lunch, and being so perfect, placing a finger over the mustached bears mouth to stop any protest, then moving the hand down again to caress his lover's thigh as they drive. The story ends with the mustached bear's hand gently closing over the bearded bear's hand, softly caressing, bringing the day complete circle.