Bears in the Woods

by Jack Inhoff (fiction) It was one of those fine hot Saturday afternoons in the Pacific Northwest where the air is still and the pine scent is heavy in the air. The wife was going to a weekend convocation, and I would be alone for both days. I hurriedly mowed the lawn got myself showered and tossed the small dome tent and some food and camping gear into the rig parked in the driveway. I always had my fishing gear in there, so I was ready to haul ass up to the Cascade mountain lake where my family loved to camp and fish. My big rowdy Chesapeake hopped into the truck, and off we went heading east to the mountains. We followed the paved road to its end and picked up the gravel forest service road that dived into the dark woods that surrounded the little-known and lonely spot I had in mind. The heat was lowering down around us and the smell of evergreen trees was almost overwhelmingly erotic. I began to sweat heavily and took a swig of cool water from my canteen before I pulled off my shirt hoping the breeze from the window would cool me. But it was a hot breeze, and the dust from the road hung heavy in the cab of the truck. I could see the particles stick to the hair on my upper body. I thought how great the cool water of the lake would feel on my skin as I approached the camp site. I was just a bit pissed off that someone was already near my special spot, but I shrugged it off and pulled up to the place I would pitch my tent. I opened the door, and my stud dog leaped over my lap and bounded to the ground intent on chasing ducks swimming just offshore. I mopped the sweat off my face and chest and jumped to the ground when I noticed that the camper close by was apparently alone. He was a large man in shorts with a startlingly big black beard that seemed to grow almost up to his eyes. The cigar he had clenched between his teeth protruded from the opening of his mouth that must have been somewhere under all that facial fur. He had pitched his tent, and was tossing gear into it. I grunted a grudging hello, and went about setting up my own camp, hoping this guy would not be one of those bastards who chopped wood far into the night. After I had set up my camp spot, I pulled off my shorts and ran to the water to meet my dog who was happily splashing around. The water felt great. I swam halfway across the lake; then turned back and back stroked my way fairly near the shore where I remained floating gloriously on my back looking up at the unbelievable sight of mountains, trees, and deep blue sky overhead. It was a beautiful moment, and I was glad I had come. Finally I made my way to shore and began toweling off admiring how the sun shone on my muscled body and glinted on my chest and belly hair. I don't know about you men, but when I am out in the mountains I can always feel that old masculine urge working its way around my balls reminding me what a wonderful thing it is to be a man and have a beautiful woman to make love to. But she was far away, and I could feel my penis responding to the urge. I told myself that I would wait until after dark and enjoy the night air and jack my dick to a great orgasm by the campfire. That is if the big dark bearded guy close by was out of sight. I was as hungry as a bear, so I set about opening cans and heating food on the Coleman stove. I heard the noise of someone behind me, and turned suddenly to see my neighbor striding toward me with a big grin forming around that permanent cigar. I gave him a friendly nod. He had caught some kokanee out of the lake and wanted to know if I would join him in a fish fry. Hell, the man was so friendly I was glad to take him up on fresh fish and the companionship. But there was something about the way his eyes caught mine and fixed there. It made me slightly nervous. As I pulled out the cast iron fry pan to get it ready for the fish he pulled off his tee shirt and joined me in my semi-naked state of dress as it was still damn hot. I told him to pull up a chair and was almost blown away by how I reacted to looking at this guy's body. His chest was so hairy that I couldn't see any skin where it grew thickest. The fur didn't stop there. It went all the way down and over his tight belly and disappeared under his belt. And the fucker was so damn friendly. I began to get almost sexually excited in his presence. I gotta say he was a handsome dude, and he exuded so much raw masculine charm as he smiled confidently, talked in very low manly tones and unashamedly kept patting and rubbing the fur on his body as though it was not unusual to do that as he did other things. Well, I tried to control my growing arousal for this man. I mean, hell, I was straight and had fucked my share of women and loved making love to my wonderful wife. I had never been with a man in a sexual sense in my life. Maybe it was just the eroticism of the lonely forest. Anyway I had been feeling horny already. I kept telling myself to get a grip on it. I had no intention of having sex with another man, but I couldn't deny wondering what it would feel like with this handsome man. I snapped open a couple of beers and offered my new friend one. He said that would really hit the spot. He put down his thick cigar on the edge of a rock and began to drink the brew eagerly. I took a few sips of my own and turned around to tend to the fish that were frying in the pan. The man, who told me his name was Mark got out of his chair, beer still in hand, and came over to the table where the stove was. He stood next to me looking down at the fish. This was crazy! I could feel his hairy arms brush my own. I could feel the heat of his body close to me. My cock began to grow a bit, and I kept telling myself that I didn't want this, but my manly urges kept welling up within me. It was true, I wanted to get into the sack with this man and feel my naked body against his. Goddam it, I thought. What the fuck is wrong with me. He talked in gruff tones and began to move to the other side of the table where the tin plates were set alongside the granite coffee mugs. Was this man fucking with my brain, or was it all my imagination. I wanted him, but did he want me, or was he just being very friendly. My face was flushed as I stabbed at the fish with a fork and lifted them onto our plates. We helped ourselves to the opened cans of pork and beans and corn. As we ate the conversation got relaxed, and I thought "good, the beer is kicking in!". We talked of fishing, hunting, and I found out Mark was a hiker like I am. He asked me if I liked to hike in the high country with nothing on. Man, that is one of my favorite things to do. The wife and I often go up to a deserted Cascade trail and strip down to nothing and enjoy the breeze on our naked bodies. I love walking behind her looking at that wonderful ass and enjoying the swaying of her lovely breasts as we hike for hours. I told Mark that we do that often during the summer. We finished our beers, and the fish was a great treat. I popped open 2 more cans of brew, handed one to Mark, and we enjoyed the cooling evening air and the sounds of the woods around us. You know the birds and frogs and wind in the trees. I was thinking how I could make a move on Mark to let him know I was willing without offending him if he was not interested. My mind raced as I drank in his ruggedly handsome face almost hidden by thick fur. Then I gazed at his chest and down to his belly and then down to the bulge in the front of his shorts and on down his legs which reminded my of great furry oak trunks. Just as I was about to say how much I was enjoying his company, Mark stretched his tall muscular body to his feet, threw the butt of his latest stogie into the fire. My dog ran to him and began sniffing his crotch and ass through the cloth. I thought to myself how I would love to trade places with the dog right now. Mark thanked me for the hospitality, put down his empty can and strode off lightly through the woods to his own tent. I could see him putzing around with his belongings, and then his big frame disappeared inside the opening. I was almost relieved to see him go. I thought, "Jack, you son of a bitch, that man was just a friendly guy. You were reading him all wrong!" I was glad I had not made an ass of myself with him. Hell, he probably would have been insulted. I reached into my shorts and re-positioned my cock and thought about jacking off, but I was pretty tired, so I just rubbed my chest hair thinking of Mark, and noticed how sensitive and alive my nipples felt. I put another log on the fire and banked it before crawling into the tent, leaving the dog outside to curl up on a bed of forest duff. I pulled off my shorts and stretched my cock out and rubbed my hand over it noticing how pleasant it felt. I didn't crawl into the bed roll as it was still too hot for that. I didn't know it, but I must have dozed off because I was awakened by the sounds of sticks breaking as though someone or something was walking by outside the tent. The dog didn't bark, but I was curious, so I rubbed my eyes, looked at my watch. It said 11:42 PM. It was almost pitch dark outside except for a quarter moon gently illuminating the lake area. All of a sudden, I could hear my dog running to where the snapping sound was coming from. He did his little whimper of recognition, and I heard a deep gruff voice soothe the dog gently almost quietly. I pulled myself up so I could see out the tent flap with my gun in my hand. All I could see was a big man approaching my tent and my dog dancing excitedly around him. He saw me looking, and growled at me, "It's only me, Mark." I asked Mark what was up. He sounded kind of urgent and said he hoped he didn't put me off, but he wanted to know just how horny I was. "Shit," I thought, "The fucker noticed my reaction to him after all." I told him I had been horny all day. Mark said he felt the same way, and couldn't stop thinking about me as he lay in the tent rubbing his cock and balls. I was nearly out of breath when I asked him what he wanted to do about it. He knew I was a married man, didn't he? Yeah, he heard me say that, but was I interested in exploring each other's bodies anyway? I gotta tell you, my cock leaped immediately to attention, my voice croaked with lust. "Get in my tent you hot furry mother fucker!" He crawled inside and I could see he had no clothes covering his fantastically masculine body. Better yet, I could smell the man of him emanating from everywhere around him. "What a fucking pheremone factory", I thought. "Aw, fuck, Mark, you don't know how much I want you, man!" "Me too, Jack, me too. I have been wanting you ever since you drove up and got out of that truck of yours, but I wasn't sure about coming on to you." He lay down next to me and we began feeling all over each others body, enjoying the manliness. I loved the way his beard felt on my face as he kissed me. I was hungry for it, and shoved my tongue into his open mouth! This fucker was getting me hotter than at anytime in my life. He began to lick my nipples as I felt his hard prong poking me in the groin. I arched my chest forward and told him to work those hard little bullets for me. Then I pulled back and lifted his armpits and got my nose right into that hot musky smell of man that clung to the air around us. I was tongueing his pits and licking the sweaty residue off the pit hair. Our breathing hot fast and deep. He cupped my full nuts in his hands as I worked my tongue over his chest and latched onto his erect furry nips with my hungry mouth, my arms around his broad back, and my chest feeling the hair of his tufted belly. I was so fucking overcome with lust for this bear of a man, that the precum just poured out of my penis. He felt it drip onto his big fist around my balls, and brought his hands to his mouth and licked my prejizz out of the hair on the back of his hand. I was kissing him again, and then licking all over that bush of a beard, whispering into his ear asking what he liked a man to do to him. His voice came out in a throaty growl. "Jack, you are such a fucking stud, and your cock is so hard, would you mind fucking my ass in a few minutes? I really need it, buddy. I haven't had any cock for a long, long time." Was this guy kidding me?? Shit, guys, I was ready to fucking impregnate this man's hairy ass with the most powerful load I could fire off. I told him that I had never fucked a man before. Did he have a rubber for me to put on? He said, "Jack, I like you a lot, and I won't ever bullshit a man I like. You won't need to put a rubber on your dick. I was tested over a year ago, and have not had cock since before that. Just mount me, Jack! Shove cock into me, buddy. It is like a fucking sickness that I NEED you so badly!" I rolled the big man over, and told him to spread his legs so I had access to his rectum. "Jack," he growled, "I want to see you fuck me from the top. I want to see that hairy chest of yours as you pound your post inside me, buddy." I was nearly ready to lose load just hearing this, so I told Mark to raise his ass off the floor of the tent as I put a folded blanked under him. Shit, this man was ready. His cock was hugely hard and slicked with precum that he was making in copious amounts. I was frantic for something to lube my cock with and his hole as well. Fortunately there was a small can of Crisco on the table. I leaped out of the tent, my hardon jutting before me as I darted for the can and leaped back into the tent just as quickly. He was talking dirty to me using all kinds of language such as, "Get that fucking cock inside me you hairy motherfucker. I want your dong in there, Jack. Make a fucking man out of me with your fuck stick. I need it bad, man. I put my finger into the can of grease and pulled out a big gob and lubed his ass well with my probing finger. "Take that grease you hot fuck," I said. "Your man is gonna fuck the shit out of you and make you feel good, baby." I took another gob of Crisco out and lubed my preening cock with it. He put his furry legs onto my shoulders and croaked that he wanted me to fuck him raw! My cock was at the entrance to this wonderful hairy man. I began to ease into him, and was astonished at how tight a mans asshole is. Wet cunts are never this tight. It felt unbelievably good around my prick. I threaded my piston in a bit more and felt a kind of pop as my cock ridge must have passed his sphincter. He growled something about taking too long. I held his cock in my right hand as I rubbed the fur on his belly with my left. His legs spread and resting on me, the furry heat of his legs beside my ears. I can't even express the feeling of power and manliness that came over me as I fucked into this man and enjoyed his obvious pleasure at feeling me inside him. I thrust my ass forward driving more penis into him. He gruffed out every filthy word I have ever heard in my life as he rode my penetrating cock. I began to set up a rhythm inside him, feeling his ass hole part around my assaulting piston. I told him that I was turning into his fucking animal here on the forest floor. That I was no longer a man, but some kind of beast fucking its mate. His eyes rolled back as I growled and snarled and swore at him feeding punishing lengths of hardon into his tight bung hole. So this is what cornholing was like. Fuck, men, I wish I had done this years ago! I could feel load working its way out my balls and around the various manly tunnels ready to shoot out in huge thick white ropes of solid man cum. "Mark, how close are you, man? I need to shoot soon." He looked up and with a raw twisted smile and told me to jack his prick. I obliged and continued to fuck him. His cock felt great in my fist. Big and meaty and long, drooling slick precum on my hands. I arched my back and threw a huge length of cock into him getting my pubic hair entangled with the hair around his ass, and my nuts slapped his strong ass. It was like a fucking geyser!!!! The man's cock began convulsing in my hand and spurting endless waves of thick wads of semen onto my belly. This fucker hadn't cum in a long time. Shit, it felt great all that hot spunk on my hairy belly. He began to smile, but I was in no mood to smile just yet. I continued fucking my cock inside him like some goddam stud bull! All I could think of was his cum on my belly and that shit eating smile on his handsome furry face. I grabbed his tits and twisted as I shoved in up to the hilt. My cock began to heave it's huge load into Mark's body. He laughed as he said he could feel it in him. I wondered about that, but was intent on shooting as much jizz into him as I could ejaculate. "Awwwwwwwww fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk, Mark," I shouted as wave after wave of cum shot from me. He laughed loudly and pulled me down onto him as I drained my cock into him. We lay like that for a long time until our cocks softened, and mine fell out of his wet hole. We hugged and kissed and lay together like that sleeping all night. In the morning, Mark woke first and then kissed me awake telling me what a great man I was. We parted our bodies and felt the cum glued hair pull apart. Shit, men, I guess I wasn't as straight as I thought I was, but I gotta tell you guys, fucking the wife will never be the same again.