Grizzly Science #2: Unlikely Friends (Ch. 7)
Author's Note: Here you go, folks, as promised. ;)
Warning: Explicit Sexual Situations Ahead! (Still)
Chapter 7
In a panic, he froze in place.
His first and immediate thought was "Oh fuck." He felt overwhelming guilt, until he noticed Brent's tenting erection clad in his underwear. Grant snapped his glance up to his lover's face.
Brent had an odd smile on his face, then suddenly gripped Grant's arm, and forcibly led him into the bedroom without another word.
Grant knew he could have easily yanked his arm out of his lover's grip, but he was curious as to what was running through Brent's mind.
As they got into the bedroom, Brent shut the door; he yanked his underwear down, and forced Grant down on him.
It only took Grant a moment to gather his bearings, and suck his lover into his mouth. It took him several minutes before his libido sluggishly came to life again.
Once it did, Grant moaned as Brent started to thrust a bit more urgently.
"Fucking hot! Suck it, baby. Oh yeah!"
Grant sucked eagerly on Brent, and was rewarded with precum on his tongue.
Brent whispered in a husky voice, and began talking dirty.
"You enjoyed fucking him that much, eh? Was he still tight when you were finished?"
Grant tried to pull off to talk, but Brent wouldn't have it; He growled as he humped Grant's mouth with wild abandon. He moaned as Grant started sucking him just the way he liked it.
"You bastard, I saw you suck him, then fuck him twice. Ughh. Must have felt damn good to do that, huh?"
The dirty talk was starting to make him hard again, as it was a tad unusual to hear it from Brent, but one emotion was showing in his mind -- relief that Brent wasn't annoyed or jealous.
Brent continued with a more gravely rumble in his throat. "I wanted to fuck you right then."
Grant, surprised at the revelation that Brent wanted to fuck him, slackened his mouth for a second. His dick sprang up and turned hard as steel.
Brent bit his lip as his urgency built up to a frenzy of humping. Grant suddenly choked as Brent quickly unloaded in his throat with a throaty moan. His hips were pressed against his face, and Brent's hands were also firmly holding Grant's head tightly against him. "Ohhh, fuck. That feels fuckin' good. Take it!"
Grant rumbled in his throat and kept sucking even though he was getting exhausted again.
Brent growled out a soft oath, as he rubbed Grant's beard lovingly, then pulled out. His dick made a popping noise as it left Grant's mouth.
Grant was breathing heavily, and not moving from the floor. It had been a long morning, and his mind was slightly getting fuzzy again. His dick however was still upright and ready. He was about to talk, but Brent shut him up with a sharp gesture.
His voice was firm as he spoke. "Lay on the bed on your back."
Grant had an idea what to expect, and complied, only because he wasn't sure what Brent would do if he didn't.
Once on his back, he gazed at Brent with slight uncertainty which fueled his energy enough so he could wake up a little more.
Brent didn't give Grant much time to move as he launched himself onto the bed, quickly crawling between his legs. He had a crooked smile as he stroked Grant's throbbing erection, teasingly.
Grant couldn't help it and squirmed within Brent's light grip, his cries of need echoing softly into the bedroom.
Brent watched this with inner glee, liking the big bear at his mercy. He continued his light caressing over the big bear's engorged glans, and felt the tip moistening with pre-cum. He enjoyed listening to his bear's frustrated sighs of bliss, but his dick yearned to be buried into Grant's butt.
Brent moved by Grant's side, once again continuing with his feather-light caressing.
After several minutes of watching Grant wriggle under his touching, he took hold of one of Grant's hips and pushed him onto his side. He was pleased that Grant hadn't protested, and he drooled slightly at seeing the round curves of the older bear's butt.
Grant wasn't sure he wanted to get screwed, but he trusted Brent to not hurt him. It'd probably hurt like hell, but he'd bear through the pain to accommodate his lover.
Brent traced his forefinger down into Grant's crack and slipped in between to rub his hole.
Grant moaned softly, surprised at himself pushing backwards slightly. He'd never really considered bottoming but Brent's gentle probing felt good back there. Maybe it'd not be so bad?
Brent grinned, slipping his finger out from Grant's crack. His finger was damp with sweat -- enough for him to push in without much trouble. He cupped his palm on the underside of Grant's leg to the knee, and pushed the top leg up further before straddling the bottom leg.
Grant swallowed nervously as Brent rubbed his dick across the inside of his crack. As his lover's teasing continued, Grant felt sweaty and flushed. He gazed up at Brent with muted entreaty in his eyes.
Brent bit his lip, trying to keep from shooting as his dick slid back and forth in Grant's sweaty crevice. He crawled backwards several inches and got off the bed. He rummaged around the nightstand on the left of the bed, then found the lube. Brent saw Grant start to move onto his back and spoke. "Nuh-uh. Stay there."
Grant felt anxious as he watched Brent get back on the bed, and rest on his leg.
Brent smiled and rubbed Grant's cheeks softly with one hand, then squirted some lube onto his fingers. He rubbed his fingers together to warm up the wet goop, then slipped them into Grant's sweaty crevice.
Grant moaned as Brent's fingers started to probe around for his hole. He suddenly tensed up as Brent's fingers pressed against his sphincter.
Brent spoke in a low husky whisper. "Relax... It'll go in easier."
Grant took several deep breaths, trying to relax, and shivered as Brent's finger rubbed just inside his hole. It hurt slightly, but the more Brent wriggled his finger inside, the more his butt relaxed and started to enjoy it.
Brent crooned softly. "Yes. That's it... You like that, don't you?"
Grant could only murmur agreement.
Brent decided to change tactics and slipped two fingers inside then started doing a slow thrusting motion. He grinned as Grant grunt in surprise and claw at the sheet slightly, with his eyes half-closed in enjoyment. Listening to Grant's panting was making him hornier; he pulled his fingers out slowly and started drizzling some lube onto his rigid dick.
Stroking his dick and lubricating it, he shifted himself so he was aligned properly, then nudged the head at Grant's sphincter.
Grant gritted his teeth at the sudden intrusion, but forced himself to relax, letting Brent pop in.
Brent growled in sudden heat, feeling his dick encased by a tight velvet wetness. "Ohhh. Damn." He began pushing himself in inch by inch, when Grant hadn't stopped him. Grant was gripping his dick like a vice, and it was heavenly.
Brent panted heavily, then looked down at his lover with concern. "I'm not hurting you too much?"
Grant was breathing a little hard, but shook his head. "No... Keep going. It'll pass."
Brent rubbed Grant's chest lightly and began sliding fully inside with a light moan of bliss. He pulled back slowly, leaving the head still embedded, then thrust inside gently. He had to go slow, otherwise he'd explode too soon. He had no idea if Grant'd ever do this again for him, and wanted to savor the moment.
Grant breathed easier as his ass relaxed fully and accepted Brent's dick. Soon after, his butt felt damn good. He growled huskily, grabbing Brent by the lower back with one hand. "Fuck me harder."
Slightly out of breath, Brent nodded, then sped up his thrusting; he moaned as Grant began to wriggle under him. Clenching his hands on Grant's back and gut, he leaned forward to gain more leverage and began to force-fuck him as hard as possible.
Grant groaned, feeling Brent smash against his prostate repeatedly. His dick wouldn't hold out much longer at this rate. His dick began to jerk violently as precum squirted out, and his orgasm started to build up rapidly.
Brent's eyes widened as Grant's hole squeezed even tighter around his dick. He let out a strangled gasp.
Grant bellowed as his dick grew hot and hard as steel, exploding ribbons of cum under him. His ass squeezed Brent's dick in sync with Grant's every blast.
Brent's body jerked as his own sperm sprayed inside his lover's ass. With a low moan, and a shuddering wince, he pulled out gently.
Grant groaned as Brent withdrew -- he suddenly felt slightly empty, but satisfied.
Brent panted and fell onto the bed next to Grant, then watched him as he slowly turned around with a tired smile. Brent gently kissed Grant on the lips, and smiled. "Thank you."
Grant nodded, kissing back and scooting closer. They laid there in silence for several minutes before Grant spoke.
He smiled. "Heh. I thought you were pissed at me..."
Brent blinked slowly. "For what? Vince?"
Grant fingered Brent's chest fur lightly. His voice was quieter. "Yeah."
Brent chuckled softly. "Nah. I wasn't." He gently caressed Grant's beard, before speaking again. "I was curious why you had left the bed."
Grant rubbed his face with weariness. "Um... I don't know how you'll take it."
Brent felt slightly anxious for a moment. "Yes?"
Grant let his free hand trail up and down Brent's side. "Well, um, I had another dream, I think."
Brent stopped, and stared at him. "Are you sure?"
Grant sighed. "I'm not entirely positive, but it felt like my other one, but things were different."
Brent laid a hand on his lover's matted chest fur, and frowned. His curiosity was piqued, since Grant rarely had dreams that he thought meant something. "What was it about?" He listened to him talk about the jungle, and protecting a younger cub from a nasty lion. He waited until Grant fell silent.
Brent studied Grant's troubled expression, and quietly asked. "What do you think it's about?"
Grant looked pensive. "Um... I think it's about protecting Vince."
Brent nodded. "That would seem to be the obvious meaning. But we can't, can we? He's not really our responsibility."
Grant ran a hand across his face, and looked at his lover. He was about to ask something of his lover that he might not be willing to do. He hesitated then spoke softly. "I wanna keep Vince around -- you know, try to help him get back on his feet."
Brent was too tired to think about this right now. "Uh... Let's talk about that tomorrow, alright? He can stay until Monday morning before work, at least." He still wasn't sure what to do about Vince, but they had all weekend to figure it out.
Grant nodded, not entirely satisfied, but exhaustion was setting in again for him as well. "Yeah. I guess."
The red-haired bear smiled and laid his hand on Grant's face. "I do like him too. But right now I'm too exhausted to think. We need some sleep."
Grant smiled, and kissed Brent softly on the lips, then laid his head down on the pillow.
Brent pulled the covers back over the two of them, and snuggled up to Grant. Both were quickly asleep.
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Chapter 7
In a panic, he froze in place.
His first and immediate thought was "Oh fuck." He felt overwhelming guilt, until he noticed Brent's tenting erection clad in his underwear. Grant snapped his glance up to his lover's face.
Brent had an odd smile on his face, then suddenly gripped Grant's arm, and forcibly led him into the bedroom without another word.
Grant knew he could have easily yanked his arm out of his lover's grip, but he was curious as to what was running through Brent's mind.
As they got into the bedroom, Brent shut the door; he yanked his underwear down, and forced Grant down on him.
It only took Grant a moment to gather his bearings, and suck his lover into his mouth. It took him several minutes before his libido sluggishly came to life again.
Once it did, Grant moaned as Brent started to thrust a bit more urgently.
"Fucking hot! Suck it, baby. Oh yeah!"
Grant sucked eagerly on Brent, and was rewarded with precum on his tongue.
Brent whispered in a husky voice, and began talking dirty.
"You enjoyed fucking him that much, eh? Was he still tight when you were finished?"
Grant tried to pull off to talk, but Brent wouldn't have it; He growled as he humped Grant's mouth with wild abandon. He moaned as Grant started sucking him just the way he liked it.
"You bastard, I saw you suck him, then fuck him twice. Ughh. Must have felt damn good to do that, huh?"
The dirty talk was starting to make him hard again, as it was a tad unusual to hear it from Brent, but one emotion was showing in his mind -- relief that Brent wasn't annoyed or jealous.
Brent continued with a more gravely rumble in his throat. "I wanted to fuck you right then."
Grant, surprised at the revelation that Brent wanted to fuck him, slackened his mouth for a second. His dick sprang up and turned hard as steel.
Brent bit his lip as his urgency built up to a frenzy of humping. Grant suddenly choked as Brent quickly unloaded in his throat with a throaty moan. His hips were pressed against his face, and Brent's hands were also firmly holding Grant's head tightly against him. "Ohhh, fuck. That feels fuckin' good. Take it!"
Grant rumbled in his throat and kept sucking even though he was getting exhausted again.
Brent growled out a soft oath, as he rubbed Grant's beard lovingly, then pulled out. His dick made a popping noise as it left Grant's mouth.
Grant was breathing heavily, and not moving from the floor. It had been a long morning, and his mind was slightly getting fuzzy again. His dick however was still upright and ready. He was about to talk, but Brent shut him up with a sharp gesture.
His voice was firm as he spoke. "Lay on the bed on your back."
Grant had an idea what to expect, and complied, only because he wasn't sure what Brent would do if he didn't.
Once on his back, he gazed at Brent with slight uncertainty which fueled his energy enough so he could wake up a little more.
Brent didn't give Grant much time to move as he launched himself onto the bed, quickly crawling between his legs. He had a crooked smile as he stroked Grant's throbbing erection, teasingly.
Grant couldn't help it and squirmed within Brent's light grip, his cries of need echoing softly into the bedroom.
Brent watched this with inner glee, liking the big bear at his mercy. He continued his light caressing over the big bear's engorged glans, and felt the tip moistening with pre-cum. He enjoyed listening to his bear's frustrated sighs of bliss, but his dick yearned to be buried into Grant's butt.
Brent moved by Grant's side, once again continuing with his feather-light caressing.
After several minutes of watching Grant wriggle under his touching, he took hold of one of Grant's hips and pushed him onto his side. He was pleased that Grant hadn't protested, and he drooled slightly at seeing the round curves of the older bear's butt.
Grant wasn't sure he wanted to get screwed, but he trusted Brent to not hurt him. It'd probably hurt like hell, but he'd bear through the pain to accommodate his lover.
Brent traced his forefinger down into Grant's crack and slipped in between to rub his hole.
Grant moaned softly, surprised at himself pushing backwards slightly. He'd never really considered bottoming but Brent's gentle probing felt good back there. Maybe it'd not be so bad?
Brent grinned, slipping his finger out from Grant's crack. His finger was damp with sweat -- enough for him to push in without much trouble. He cupped his palm on the underside of Grant's leg to the knee, and pushed the top leg up further before straddling the bottom leg.
Grant swallowed nervously as Brent rubbed his dick across the inside of his crack. As his lover's teasing continued, Grant felt sweaty and flushed. He gazed up at Brent with muted entreaty in his eyes.
Brent bit his lip, trying to keep from shooting as his dick slid back and forth in Grant's sweaty crevice. He crawled backwards several inches and got off the bed. He rummaged around the nightstand on the left of the bed, then found the lube. Brent saw Grant start to move onto his back and spoke. "Nuh-uh. Stay there."
Grant felt anxious as he watched Brent get back on the bed, and rest on his leg.
Brent smiled and rubbed Grant's cheeks softly with one hand, then squirted some lube onto his fingers. He rubbed his fingers together to warm up the wet goop, then slipped them into Grant's sweaty crevice.
Grant moaned as Brent's fingers started to probe around for his hole. He suddenly tensed up as Brent's fingers pressed against his sphincter.
Brent spoke in a low husky whisper. "Relax... It'll go in easier."
Grant took several deep breaths, trying to relax, and shivered as Brent's finger rubbed just inside his hole. It hurt slightly, but the more Brent wriggled his finger inside, the more his butt relaxed and started to enjoy it.
Brent crooned softly. "Yes. That's it... You like that, don't you?"
Grant could only murmur agreement.
Brent decided to change tactics and slipped two fingers inside then started doing a slow thrusting motion. He grinned as Grant grunt in surprise and claw at the sheet slightly, with his eyes half-closed in enjoyment. Listening to Grant's panting was making him hornier; he pulled his fingers out slowly and started drizzling some lube onto his rigid dick.
Stroking his dick and lubricating it, he shifted himself so he was aligned properly, then nudged the head at Grant's sphincter.
Grant gritted his teeth at the sudden intrusion, but forced himself to relax, letting Brent pop in.
Brent growled in sudden heat, feeling his dick encased by a tight velvet wetness. "Ohhh. Damn." He began pushing himself in inch by inch, when Grant hadn't stopped him. Grant was gripping his dick like a vice, and it was heavenly.
Brent panted heavily, then looked down at his lover with concern. "I'm not hurting you too much?"
Grant was breathing a little hard, but shook his head. "No... Keep going. It'll pass."
Brent rubbed Grant's chest lightly and began sliding fully inside with a light moan of bliss. He pulled back slowly, leaving the head still embedded, then thrust inside gently. He had to go slow, otherwise he'd explode too soon. He had no idea if Grant'd ever do this again for him, and wanted to savor the moment.
Grant breathed easier as his ass relaxed fully and accepted Brent's dick. Soon after, his butt felt damn good. He growled huskily, grabbing Brent by the lower back with one hand. "Fuck me harder."
Slightly out of breath, Brent nodded, then sped up his thrusting; he moaned as Grant began to wriggle under him. Clenching his hands on Grant's back and gut, he leaned forward to gain more leverage and began to force-fuck him as hard as possible.
Grant groaned, feeling Brent smash against his prostate repeatedly. His dick wouldn't hold out much longer at this rate. His dick began to jerk violently as precum squirted out, and his orgasm started to build up rapidly.
Brent's eyes widened as Grant's hole squeezed even tighter around his dick. He let out a strangled gasp.
Grant bellowed as his dick grew hot and hard as steel, exploding ribbons of cum under him. His ass squeezed Brent's dick in sync with Grant's every blast.
Brent's body jerked as his own sperm sprayed inside his lover's ass. With a low moan, and a shuddering wince, he pulled out gently.
Grant groaned as Brent withdrew -- he suddenly felt slightly empty, but satisfied.
Brent panted and fell onto the bed next to Grant, then watched him as he slowly turned around with a tired smile. Brent gently kissed Grant on the lips, and smiled. "Thank you."
Grant nodded, kissing back and scooting closer. They laid there in silence for several minutes before Grant spoke.
He smiled. "Heh. I thought you were pissed at me..."
Brent blinked slowly. "For what? Vince?"
Grant fingered Brent's chest fur lightly. His voice was quieter. "Yeah."
Brent chuckled softly. "Nah. I wasn't." He gently caressed Grant's beard, before speaking again. "I was curious why you had left the bed."
Grant rubbed his face with weariness. "Um... I don't know how you'll take it."
Brent felt slightly anxious for a moment. "Yes?"
Grant let his free hand trail up and down Brent's side. "Well, um, I had another dream, I think."
Brent stopped, and stared at him. "Are you sure?"
Grant sighed. "I'm not entirely positive, but it felt like my other one, but things were different."
Brent laid a hand on his lover's matted chest fur, and frowned. His curiosity was piqued, since Grant rarely had dreams that he thought meant something. "What was it about?" He listened to him talk about the jungle, and protecting a younger cub from a nasty lion. He waited until Grant fell silent.
Brent studied Grant's troubled expression, and quietly asked. "What do you think it's about?"
Grant looked pensive. "Um... I think it's about protecting Vince."
Brent nodded. "That would seem to be the obvious meaning. But we can't, can we? He's not really our responsibility."
Grant ran a hand across his face, and looked at his lover. He was about to ask something of his lover that he might not be willing to do. He hesitated then spoke softly. "I wanna keep Vince around -- you know, try to help him get back on his feet."
Brent was too tired to think about this right now. "Uh... Let's talk about that tomorrow, alright? He can stay until Monday morning before work, at least." He still wasn't sure what to do about Vince, but they had all weekend to figure it out.
Grant nodded, not entirely satisfied, but exhaustion was setting in again for him as well. "Yeah. I guess."
The red-haired bear smiled and laid his hand on Grant's face. "I do like him too. But right now I'm too exhausted to think. We need some sleep."
Grant smiled, and kissed Brent softly on the lips, then laid his head down on the pillow.
Brent pulled the covers back over the two of them, and snuggled up to Grant. Both were quickly asleep.
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