Some drinking buddies and I decided to go camping/fishing one day. I thought this was a good idea since I'd never been before, as my drunken father had never taken the time to take any of my sibling or myself when we were little. Some of the guys had experience camping, and told scary stories of being awakened to find a bear invading their camp ground. This scared me shitless, as I recalled a movies I'd watched once with my ex-wife were a blood thursty Grizzly followed Alex Baldwin and Anthony Hopkins through most of the movie trying to eat them. I was drunk at the time, so I can't remember the name of the flick.
Anyway, we picked a weekend were we could all get away, packed up two cars full of camp gear, and headed towards the woods. The drinking started the minute we hit the road, as we had three kegs of beer for two days of camping. We got to the site after two hours of drinking/driving, and all of our blatters were about to bust at the seams. We all lined up on the side of the parking clearing, unzipped our blue jeans, pulled out out various sized and shaped dicks, and let the streams of yellow fluids flow onto the wild planets and grass before us. After relieveing ourselves, we ziped up and started unloading/unpacking our gear.
Two big tents were erected, a camp fire built, wood collected, a rowboat was tied to a tree in the lake just afew yards away for early morning fishing, and a giant cooler full of fried chicken, potato and macaroni salads, sandwiches, hotdogs and breakfast foods were set up. By sunset, we were stoned from beer and marijuana. One by one, the fellas retired for the evening, by either passing out, or piling into one of the 2 tents we lined up next to eachother. Me myself, I was terrified, keeping watch over the woods for any grizzlies. I finally fell asleep after tiring of listening to the midnight chirpings of birds, owls, bats, and the movments of rodents, rabbits, and whatever else lived in these woods.
I don't know at what hour it was when I decided to strip down to my underwear and climb into one of the tents which housed 2 of the 6 drunken guys on the trip, but I was awakened by the sound of someone russling through our trash bags outside our tent. I paid it no mind, until something came into the tent I occupied. I felt the fuzzy/furry feeling of something sniffing at my ankles, then up my legs. I froze with fear when I looked back over my shoulder through blurred bloodshot eyes,to find a big black bear crawling into my tent behind me. I buried my head in my folded arms, and peed myself.
The bear's nose went up the backs of my legs, then stopped at my ass. I could feel its nose digging into the cloth covered crack of my butt, then with a growl, felt its claws ripping at my underwear. My buttocks was exposed, and then I felt the hungry beast licking at my ass-crack, its rough tongue darting in and out of my petrified hole. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I wanted to scream out for help to one of my nearby drunken buddies, but remembered stories of where it was best to lay still and pretend to be dead when approached by bears in the wild.
I laid perfectly still while the bear molested my asshole, licking my crack until it was wet and soaked with its saliva. I then felt the bear crawling up my back, growling in my ear as it laid its full body weight on top of me. I thought "this it it, its gonna eat me" when I suddenly felt the monsters dick rubbing up and down the crack of my ass. It's thing nuzzling the valley of my hole until the head found its target, then started to burrow itself inside. The pain was excruciating as I bit down on my forearm to keep from yelling out loud and becoming my rapists next meal. I could hear the bear grunting near my ear as its hardon penetrated my sore hole completely. Then it started pumping its thick long woody in and out, ripping my tight clinching anus open with every bone crushing thrusts of its mighty hips. I was bugging out of my mind as I realized I was actually being fucked by a bear in the woods, just inches away from my friends. I now hoped noone would awake to find me in this state. I didn't want to be know back home as "the guy that got raped by a bear". If I lived through this assault, I'd never tell a living soul about it. IF I lived through it that is.
I kept my head burried in my hands for fear of angrilying the beast. I felt its hairy body in my back, the course hairs of its crotch scratched my smooth butt-cheeks like wire as it fucked me hard without remorse. I laid there accepting the monsters anal assault as it punched its hardon in and out of my yawning hole. I could feel its girth grow thicker as it fucked me. My ass was the perfect pillow for his organ as he pounded away at my butt with growing strength. I tried keeping quiet as my asshole was mauled to death, but I couldn't help letting out small groans and grunts that rivaled the creatures as it neared its climax. I knew my attack wouldn't be over until the bear shot its load. I dreaded the idea of having an asshole full of bear cum. I worried if the bear's cum sent would attract other horny bears, and that I'd become the bears new weekend girlfriend.
Just as that thought was running through my mind, I heard the bear growl over head like an angry dog, then felt it burry its woody all the way deep into my anus. A second later, I felt my asshole fill up with thick overflowing amounts of potent animal nutt. In essence, bear nutt. The bear laid there for only afew seconds, gathering its strength before pulling out and returning noislessly back into the woods. I was relieved and grateful to come through the entire experience with my life intact. A sore asshole dripping bear cum, and a wet sleeping bag, was my only proof that it had happened. And I was relieved there were no witnesses.
The next morning, I was kicked awake by one of my drinking buddies. It was 7am, and I had missed my first fishing experience, but we still had another day felt, so I could try again tomorrow morning. I got to my feet, stretched and yawned, then felt the cool morning air breeze across my bare asscheeks. I suddenly remembered last night through my drunken haze, were my underwear was ripped off my a big rapist black bear. I quickly changed into my cloths before anyone could notice, and joined the guys as we prepared breakfast. One of the guys that had went behind a tree to go relieve his full blatter, stubbled across something. "Yo fellas- c'mere..." he yelled, getting all of our attentions. We ran over to were he was standing, and he reached into a pile of over grown leaves and bushes, and pulled out a black bear's costume which someone had stashed. "What the fuck is that for?" someone asked laughing. "Obviously somebody's idea of a joke-" another guy answered, "-somebody must've intended on scaring us lastnight. Which of you assholes was it?" Nobody answered. We all stood around looking into eachothers faces, waiting for someone to confess. Noone did. Thats when it hit me. One of these guys dressed up like a bear lastnight, and fucked the living shit out of me.
I spent the rest of the weekend suspecting everyone.