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I suddenly find it difficult to breathe. It almost feels like I'm being suffocated under a pillow. Opening my eyes I'm greeted with an impenetrable, deep, and… fuzzy darkness. Slowly my recollection and sense come back to me.

“Jim?" I say, muffled by his fur.

“Howdy, sleepy head." He replies. “Dinner's done."

Dinner? I must have slept for hours! “Why didn't you wake me sooner?!"

“You jus' looked so cute and peaceful." He rolls off of me.

I cuddle close to him as he moves away.

“Didn't you just tell me to get offa ya, Wesley?" He asks.

“No, I asked why you didn't wake me up sooner," I say. “Ten more minutes?"

“Alright, but dinner's gonna get cold." Jim pulls me into his scruffy neck.

This time it's him having to nudge me out of bed, it stopped raining while I napped and Jim managed to get a fire started. He grilled up the fish he had caught and put some salt on it before handing me a plate.

It has a nice smokey campfire flavor to it, but it could have been done with lemon or something. Of course, I don't tell Jim that, he'd just call me a yuppy, city-slicker, or 'highfalutin'.

The bear doesn't even chew, I think, as both pieces of fish are all but swallowed in one or two bites. While the fish aren't large I'm still impressed that he doesn't choke. Then again, he's gotten pretty good at taking me without choking.

Jim notices me laughing at my own joke. “What're you laughin' bout, Wes?"

“Nothing. Just thinking."

“'Bout what?" He wipes his muzzle.

I smile up at him.

“What?" His ears flick around nervously and he reaches toward his hat.

“Don't be nervous Jim!" I laugh. “I'm just thinking about how much fun I'm having. This is nice, really nice."

He smiles. “Oh…You swept offa your feet yet?"

“Almost."

“Almost?" He raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, there is one more thing I think I need before I can say, officially, that I've been swept off my feet." I wink.

“I–now? Gosh, Wesley, I– I mean yeah, yeah, we're all clean n' fed I guess, I'll go get the–"

“Chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers from the truck?"

“That's kinda kinky Wesley, but I guess–"

“For Smores?"

He blinks. “Oh."

“What were you thinking, hmm?" I scoot closer to him.

“N–nothin'!" He says as he heads to the truck.

As I watch his tail wiggle and his ass shake while he retrieves the stuff for smores I feel the slightest twang of guilt. I'd been fantasizing about fucking this bear silly for a while now, but… that feels wrong.

He wants to sweep me off my feet and spending time with him is wonderful. I haven't thought about my terrible relationship with my parents since… Okay, yesterday, but that's a new record.

Even thinking of them now doesn't make me upset. If I spiral, Jim is right here and I know he'll listen and comfort me. Another unusual feeling, knowing that there's someone here. I wish I'd noticed that sooner, the last week would have been less stressful. Maybe I should keep him near? Somehow…

“Okie dokie city boy, lemme show you how to make the perfect marshmallow." Jim sits next to me and tears open a bag of marshmallows, losing a couple on the forest floor.

“You just hold it over the fire, right?"

“Wesley, Wesley, Wesley," Jim shakes his head. “That's, uhm, uh, reductive." He nods. “There's a lot of uh… noo-ance."

“Are you trying to impress me with vocabulary?" I raise an eyebrow.

“I'm just tryin' to explain that a lot goes into a good smore." He says sagely.

Cute. He really cares about all of this stuff, this is his element. I'm not sure it's mine. I mean, I like all of this stuff but I've grown used to the city life. Restaurants, entertainment, bars and clubs, that kind of thing.

Even if it does get overwhelming, sometimes. Impersonal. Loud.

I like it, though.

Jim carefully rotates the marshmallow on the end of his sticker until a light-brown crust appears. Then, he breaks a graham cracker in half and places his measured chocolate squares onto one of the crackers before finally smooshing the marshmallow onto it.

“Well I'll be damned, that's a textbook smore." I say.

“Damn right! And o'course…" He hands me his perfect creation. “You get first dibs."

I smile down at the warm chocolate creation. In the dictionary, this is the picture next to the word 'Smore'. Jim is watching me closely, his eyes full of excitement and maybe a little bit of worry. He clearly takes this very seriously.

I take a bite and allow the sweet, gooey, and crunchy sensation to fill my mouth. It tastes like any other smore, and frankly, I've never been a fan of marshmallows. I'd rather just eat the graham crackers and chocolate.

Looking at Jim, though, I understand how important this moment is to him. I smile broadly and make an exaggerated moaning sound. Placing my hand on my chest I swoon and lean toward the bear.

“Jim, this is the most delicious thing I've ever had in my life." I place a hand on his leg.

The bear beams proudly.

Watching him in the firelight makes me feel guilty. How can he feel so happy when I've been so shitty? Ugh! Don't ruin this moment, Wes…

“You okay?" Jim squeezes my shoulder.

I nod slowly.

“You sure?"

“I–No."

“Is… is it somethin' I did?" Jim shrinks away from me.

“No, no, you're amazing, Jim." I reach out to him. “I promise."

“You wanna talk about it, or…"

Taking a deep breath I wipe chocolate and marshmallow from my face. “I just want to say I'm… I'm sorry."

“You already apologized to me n' Momma, Wes–"

“I mean I'm sorry for…everything. Treating you like garbage, you don't deserve that." I hold my hand up before he can reply. “You're a great guy, Jim. Your dad was… extreme, but right. Sort of. Kind of. I mean, he obviously overreacted but…I can't treat you, or anyone, that way."

He hesitates, waiting to see if I have more to say. “...Thank you." Nervously he scoots closer, putting an arm around me.

“This is nice." I lean into him.

“Yeah, yeah it is." His head rests on mine as he slowly roasts another smore.

For the next hour or so we enjoy the quickly-dying light and more of Jim's masterful smores. He adds a couple of hotdogs, for good measure, since it seems the fish wasn't enough for him.

Once the sun has fully set the chill begins to get to me, even cuddled up next to Jim by the fire.

“Gettin' chilly?" Jim asks as he massages my shoulder.

I nod.

“Go on n' get under some blankets, then, I'll put out the fire."

“Sounds good, I know just the way to get warm." I wink at him.

“O-oh… Okay." He replies.

As I walk back to the truck I plan my next move. Having apologized to Jim I feel a lot better about what is surely coming next, after all, he was almost ready to go before we even had smores!

Does he like my dick more than smores? Hmm. Maybe I'll ask in the morning. I hop in the truck.

How should I even go about this? Before I got… closer… to Jim I was ready to pound him into the ground, but now I can't even imagine doing something like that to him. It's his first time, after all. I bet he wants some romancin', as he would put it.

I grimace thinking of my first time. Ugh.

I'd just arrived at my school in Colorado, I was so lonely I downloaded an app and started chatting away. I'm embarrassed by all the nudes I sent to strange men on the internet, but whatever.

A man from nearby invited me to his apartment, a handsome older rhino with an immense rear end. We didn't talk much, I snapped him a picture of my dick, he snapped me a picture of his ass, and I decided it looked good enough for my first time.

It started well enough, he let me feel him up for a little while. When I tried to kiss him though, he redirected me to his pecs, then his belly, then his dick. Before too long he was shoving my face into his ass.

Which was… okay, I guess. In the moment it was pretty hot, I'd often fantasized about doing stuff like that with a man twice my age. Eventually, he laid me flat on my back on his uncomfortable floor and then rode me like an exercise bike.

Which sounds great in theory but… when all was said in done he threw a washcloth at me and said thanks before showing me the door. I felt filthy, disgusting, and lonely. It fucked me up for a long time.

I had imagined it would be a lot nicer. Cuddling, kissing, maybe we could have gotten dinner or something, but he made it clear he was just looking to get some dick from a 'young stud' and be done with it.

I don't want to put Jim through that, he's already been through it. Clandestine blowjobs in the dead of night, not so much as a kiss or cuddle, and he probably never hears from them again unless they're horny.

There's a much better way to do this, I'm sure. Doing it more tenderly and gently is still a foreign concept to me. After my first experience, I didn't bother to pursue any real connections, I even hooked up with the rhino a couple more times because he was close by and had an admittedly nice ass.

Never even learned his name. I think his profile was something dumb like 'HornedUpBttm4HngSon'. I had very low standards. It was college. I mentally start comparing all the men I've been with to Jim and find they all fall short.

They might have been excellent fucks but there was no hope for a connection there. Jim is sweet, he likes to cuddle, kiss, make smores, and go camping, and he knows how to make me feel better when I'm down.

Even if I don't–

Nope. Not ruining the moment. I need to get my head in the game before Jim gets in the truck! There are some things I know I can do to make him feel really good, but I want this to be so much more than just a physical thing.

Which is hard to do when sex has only ever been a physical thing for me.

“So-so…" Jim says as he crawls in the back of the truck, closing the tailgate behind him.

“So what?" I ask.

He lies next to me, fidgeting anxiously. “We…We gonna… you know… do it?"

I raise an eyebrow. “Do… it?"

“Y'know… Butt stuff…" He looks away when I try to make eye contact.

“Not if you're nervous, Jim."

“S'just… I dunno what to expect. I was all excited but now that it's happenin' I'm all tied up in knots…"

“Aww, we can just cuddle and go to bed." I drape myself over him. “We won't do anything you don't want to."

“No I want to, s'just nerves." He ruffles my hair.

“Okay, whatever you want to do Jim." I sit upright and kiss his nose. “How do you wanna do it? Any specific position or anything?"

“I ain't really thought about it, Wes." He says, staring at the ceiling.

I laugh.

“What?! Don't laugh at me!" Jim crosses his arms.

“Jim. You have definitely thought of it." I say.

“Nuh-uh! I'm… I'm a wholesome guy, I think about other stuff! Like cuddlin', n' stuff." He nods.

“You planned this camping trip down to the smallest detail–"

“Not that it helped, everythin' went sideways." He frowns.

“It's been great, Jim," I say. “But I'm 100% sure you have thought about how you want it to happen."

“We-well, maybe just a li-little…"

Noticing his stutter I bury my face in his neck. “Jim, don't be scared. It'll be fun, I promise."

“I know…" He wraps his arms around me, his paws massaging my back.

“So, how did you imagine your first time?"

He takes a deep breath and his belly rumbles. “It's kinda embarrassing..."

“I promise I won't laugh." I rub his belly.

“It won't happen like I thought anyways, cause it might rain…" He starts. “I always imagined it like, uh, me on my back n' you with my legs up over your shoulders. I'd be all–" His ears flick around. “Lookin' up at you n' the stars or… somethin'… romantic n' stuff…"

“Probably not a good idea to take the truck cover off." I lean into him.

“I know, I know. So I dunno," He looks at me. “Jus' be real gentle, okay?"

“I will," I reply.

Jim continues to fidget while I think of the best way to do this. Usually at this point, I've got the guy I'm with bent over or something and we're halfway done. I don't think I can just put Jim on all fours and…Although…

“Let's get naked." I smile at the bear.

“...Kay…" He sounds so nervous, poor bear.

We strip, but Jim does it much more slowly. Glancing at his face I can tell he's self-conscious, which was never an issue before, but I guess he's grown nervous in the face of losing his anal virginity.

Understandable.

Jim folds his clothes and sets them to the side. “Wh-what next?"

This is going to sound bad, but I know he'll love it. “Get on all fours,"

“N-now?! Wh-what about–"

“Relax, relax," I pat the blankets we're using as a bed. “You'll love this."

“Jus' be gentle with this big ol' bear…" He mutters.

I scoot back and watch him get himself in position. I grab my now-hard dick and gently stroke it to the sight. His round and firm ass stuck slightly up in the air, his huge furry balls hanging beneath him.

Each cheek looks so much bigger in this position, I reach out and gently jiggle one of them. He whimpers as I bounce the soft, warm, and utterly fuckable ass. His balls even bounce with it.

The fur along his crack is slightly darker than the rest, I squeeze one cheek while my other hand slowly approaches his inviting and warm hole. His cheeks are so thick my entire hand is nearly enveloped before I touch him.

“C-careful with me, Wesley." He looks back at me, anxious.

I gently massage his asshole, applying minimal pleasure. “Don't worry, I'll get you all prepped." I withdraw my hand and pull his cheeks apart.

Jim chuckles. “You like the viiiIiIIEeewwooooooooo…." His voice melts away and becomes a low, needy growl as I press my lips to his hole.

I don't need to say anything else, my focus now is worshipping his perfect, fat, beautiful ass. Starting with gentle surface-level kisses, I fight the urge to roughly devour his hole. This is about his pleasure right now.

Jim growls, vibrating his whole body.

His fat furry ass keeps my face warm as I press further, burying my face in him. He even smells good, a mixture of smoke and his own sweaty, but light, musk. I stick the tip of my tongue out and trace his hole.

“G-good God! Wh-what're you doin' to me?!" His voice is breathy and thin and full of desperation.

Sliding one hand off his ass I begin to fondle his heavy sack while my tongue continues to gently tease. Each time I drag the tip of my tongue from the edge of his pucker to the center and press it to his hole he cries out in pleasure.

I haven't even gotten started yet.

Jim rocks himself into me when I pull my tongue back. “Do-don't stop!"

Now we can get started. Laughing I move the hand playing with his balls to his thick pink shaft and begin milking him, my hand is slick with pre almost instantly. Returning my tongue to his hole I start to press inward.

“Grrroooooouuuuuuughhhhh…." Thump as Jim lets his front half fall to the floor. His snout points straight out and his tongue flops out the side. "Goooooooooooooddddd....."

He tastes so raw, so natural, so fucking good. And he's all mine. I nibble at the outer ring of his ass, eliciting further growls from the horny bear. Then as my tongue finally pierces him entirely I apply a small amount of suction.

“Hnnff. We-Wesley I'm, I'm c-close." He whines like a cub. Cute. “What… What the hell's goin' on b-back there?!"

I'm making you all mine, I think as I continue to feast on him, enjoying the feeling of his soft and thin fur pressing against me. So many men like him have pleaded for me to fuck them after I give them a good rimjob, but none of them have melted quite like Jim.

He's going to be my bear. All. Mine.

“I'm gonna c-cum," He groans.

I pull my hand and face away, wiping my own spit from my face. It's tempting to finish the job there, to rim him and milk him until his load soaks the blankets, but I'm not done yet.

“Why'd you stop?!" He looks back at me, his face full of primal need.

I smile watching his cock twitch and his ass bounce. “Don't you wanna wait for the main event?"

His eyes widen. “O-oh…Yessir…"

“Let's cuddle a bit," I lay on my side and beckon him close.

He presses into me and whines.

“Pull your cheeks a part for me, Jim," I say.

He obliges and I reposition my cock until it's pressed against his hole.

“Fuck your ass feels good." My legs are awkwardly positioned so that my length is fully buried between his cheeks, my tip oozes the first time it meets his hole. I've always made men fall apart this way, my fat cock hotdogged between their big cheeks. It's the perfect position to tease, and best of all for Jim, show my appreciation for his gorgeous body. With one hand I grab his ass and playfully bounce it while my other arm snakes under his neck to play with his belly and chest.

“S'nice…" Jim whispers.

“You're so fucking hot, Jim." I kiss his neck.

“Y-yeah?" He grinds back into me.

“Yeah, mmm…I love this," I shake his ass. “I love this," I rub his belly. “I love these," I squeeze one of his round, hairy tits and bury my face in his back.

“Y-you do?" He whines as I drag my dick across his hole.

“Mhm… Gonna make you mine tonight," I slide my hand down his chest and belly toward his crotch.

“Wesley," He squeaks. “I–I want that."

“Yeah?" I cup his nuts and hump him gently, feeling the fur of his crack brush against my shaft until the head of my cock presses against his hole.

“Yes. Yes, please, please Wes, please fuck me." He moans, grinding his hole against my dick.

“Good boy, Jim." I slide upward to rest my head on his shoulder and bite. Fucking hell, I want him as bad as he wants me. The way he moaned and whimpered while I ate him out, fuck.

For the briefest second, I feel guilty. Guilty that I don't deserve someone like this, but the feeling dies as he moans my name under his breath. He doesn't just want me, he fucking needs me. I need him, too.

Not just to get off, not just to own his beautiful fucking ass, but I need and want him near me. I feel calm, relaxed, and at peace when he's around. Even now before I fuck him, I feel a rare, precious, beautiful calm.

Then, I receive clarity. I nuzzle my face into him.

“Wes?" Jim asks.

“I'm not gonna fuck you,"

“Wh-why not?!" He begs.

“Cause," I wrap my hand around his cock. “I'm gonna make love to you, baby bear."

“Ahh–AH!" Jim's cock throbs in my palm and erupts.

“Good, good boy." I nuzzle him and offer a few slow strokes. “Cum for me, baby bear."

“I–I'm your baby bear!" He howls. “I'm a-all yo-yours!" He thrusts into my hand and presses his back into me, his fur warming me.

“Yeah?" I shower him with kisses. His neck, shoulder, back, anywhere on his beautiful body I can reach I kiss as he writhes in my embrace.

Words fail and devolve into needy, lusty growls, as his orgasm concludes.

“Such a good, good boy," I whisper.

My bear's breathing is ragged, I can't see what sort of mess he made in the low light but with how soaked my hand has become I can guess. I move my jizz-drenched hand to his rear and begin to massage his load onto his ass.

“Oh my God…" He groans. “Wesley…I–I'm sorry I jus' got–"

“Shh, it's okay baby bear."

“You… You can still f-fuck me." Jim says.

“I already told you, I'm not gonna fuck you." My fingers return to his hole. “Where's the lube?"

Jim moves away and reaches toward a small knapsack in the corner, hastily dumping the contents out before handing me a small glass bottle. Even in the dark, I can make out the label SUPERLUBE. It's a good brand.

“Get on your back, spread your legs," I order, when he's in the proper position I move between his legs and massage his massive thighs. “Mmm, you're gorgeous."

“Can we… turn on a light?" He asks, his paws resting on his stomach.

“Of course we can," I lean over him and kiss his fuzzy belly. “Baby bear."

“Mmmnnn…" His ears fall flat and his nose twitches. “Wh-why're you callin' me that?"

“You don't like it?" I ask as I turn on a small green battery-powered lantern.

Jim's eyes are wide. “I do, b-but…It seems kinda sudden."

I push his legs apart and pour a generous helping of lube onto my fingers. “Well," I rub the lubricant into his already wet hole. “I figure…" Is this a good idea? Is now the best time to have this conversation?

Also, when did I decide that this is what I want? I guess at least since yesterday, or maybe this morning. Fuck it. I want this, I want him, I want him to feel good and I'm kind of tired of making myself miserable.

“I figure I should, uhm," I struggle to keep eye contact. “I should have a good pet name for my… uh…"

Jim stares at me and his breathing becomes faster. “Y-your what, Wes?"

“My boyfriend." I slide my index finger into him and continue to apply the lube. “I think we almost got enough to–"

As soon as I withdraw my finger Jim shoves me onto my back and straddles me. “Your boyfriend?!"

His large paws are firmly planted on either side of my head. “Y-yeah."

“No jokin'?! No foolin'?!" He leans forward, allowing my cock to poke at his hole.

“Nope." I smile, trying to bat away my own nervousness.

“If you're fuckin' with me Wes I'll–"

“I already said I wasn't jokin' or foolin'!" I reach up and run my fingers through his fur, fuck he's so soft.

Jim scowls.

“What?! I'm serious!"

“I know." Jim reaches back and I gasp as his paw grabs hold of my cock. “I'm gonna ride you til you ain't able to walk no more."

“Wait, Jim, go slow, I don't want to hurt you."

He frowns and looks around the truckbed, he grabs the bottle of lube. “How much?"

“Uhh, when you think it's enough add more." I smile.

He furrows his brow. “Okay?"

“A lot, just use a lot." I pat his belly. “Didn't take you for a power bottom."

He turns around, facing his glorious ass toward me. “What the hell is a power bottom?"

Hesitantly I reach out and begin to finger him as the cool lube is applied to my cock. “A guy who likes to get fucked so much he takes charge."

“I ain't ever been fucked before, but you told me this mornin' you liked my uh, assertive, side." He wiggles his butt at me. "You keep on doin' that n' I'll get this," He shakes my cock. "All lubed up."

I lay back, silently enjoying the view of his rear and broad shoulders while he applies more and more lube to me. I absentmindedly play with his nubby little tail. Him riding me will be the best position for his first time, anyway.

He'll be in full control of just how much of me he takes. It's going to be stupid hot watching inch after inch of my big fucking cock disappear into this needy bear's hungry ass. Fuck yeah. My bear's ass.

“That enough?" He looks back at me, the nervousness of earlier gone having been replaced by impatience.

“I think so."

“Good. Now gimme that big fat dick, Wes." He smiles.

“It's all yours, baby bear."

His confidence falters briefly and he puts a paw to his muzzle to suppress a giggle. “Y-yessir."

Facing me again he awkwardly raises his rump and uses his paw to guide my cock to his hole. I place my hands behind my head and chuckle at the sight.

“What're you laughin' at, boy?!" He attempts to sound assertive.

“I'm just settling in to enjoy the show." I hump upward, pressing my tip to his hole.

He gulps. “W-well get ready!"

“Take your time." I rub his belly again. “Just have fun."

With a final deep breath and after one more reassuring smile from me he lowers himself. “Jeeeeeesus…"

I bite my lip and groan as the head of my cock finally breaches his hole. He's tight and the smooth, almost silky, feeling of his insides combined with how the hair on his ass tickles and rubs against my shaft is euphoria.

He pauses after the tip is fully within him but once he's adjusted he takes another inch."I–I feel full."

“You don't have to take the whole thing, baby." My eyes are closed as I focus on remaining still, relinquishing control to him.

“Like hell, I don't!" He growls and, with a series of low curses, pushes another inch into himself. “Christ!"

“Hey! Don't hurt yourself." I notice a bit of drool sneaking past my lips. He feels amazing, and it's all I can do not to ram myself into him.

“I ain't hurt! I jus', uhm," His tongue falls out of his muzzle as he takes more of me. “Jesus, I uh, I–" He throws his head back and growls.

“Having fun?" I look up at him, then back down toward my crotch where I watch myself enter my bear one small piece at a time.

“Uh-huh." Another inch.

I lose track of time watching him take each inch, often with long breaks between them. Until finally my member is buried all the way inside him, his hole is like a vice around the base of my hard cock.

“Holy sweet Jesus, Wesley." Jim moans.

I almost don't hear him, fully focused on the incredible warmth of his ass. It's unbelievably tight and I can feel every breath he takes while I'm inside of him. I squeeze his thighs and look up into his eyes.

He smiles. “Best butt you ever had?"

“Y-yep." I bite my lip.

“Buckle up, boyfriend." Jim places a paw on my chest and gently begins to rock himself back and forth.

My cock remains firmly inside him for the most part, his false bravado is adorable but I can tell he's worried about fully fucking himself on me. His belly and balls bounce a little and the way his paw pads twist and rub my nipples makes me giddy.

“I'm gonna breed you," I growl at him. “Fill you up."

My bear lifts his ass about an inch off of me before slamming it back down. “F-fuck!"

Tight. Warm. Best of all? Eager. I'm impressed he was able to take all of me on his first try, maybe he's just a natural-born bottom. Yeah, must be. I'll make him realize that, too. Realize not only that he needs to be fucked, that's probably obvious by now. No, I want to worship him. His soft, warm fur is perfect for cuddling, and his scratchable ears and belly. I want him to know just how beautiful I think he is.

I grab his waist and squeeze. “STAY." I bark, thrusting up slightly.

“Hnnngh, y-you're so big! M-my man!" He presses down to meet my small thrust.

I salivate imagining milking him more, how he quickly became an eager and hungry bitch. He's not a bitch, though, he's my baby bear. Fuck yeah, I'm gonna make him feel good! Get him used to my cock, worship his beautiful ass and belly.

“You're so hot! You're fuckin' MINE, Jim!" Tension builds and my balls pull upward.

“All yours, Wes! Fill me, please!"

I can't stop myself from shouting as I cum. Whether he did it on instinct or not, Jim tightens his hole around my cock. Every inch of me is caressed by his insides, all working to make my cum.

I hope he can feel how I throb and shake as my load fills his guts. I want him to know how good he made me feel, my baby bear fucking himself on me. Jim rocks back and forth on my cock, coaxing more of my cum into him.

Reaching upward I grab his cock and begin to stroke him while I'm still in him.

Jim's rocking motions fuck my hand while I fuck his ass.

“Cum with me in you, baby bear, do it!" I hiss.

It doesn't take much for Jim to join me at the peak of my orgasm, seeing him shoot again brings forth another jet of cum. I can feel it sliding down the length of my cock, further slicking me for a few last desperate thrusts.

I need this. I need him. His load pools on my abs and I feel like I'm going to bite through my lip I'm so fucking turned on.

Time feels frozen as we both growl in ecstasy, but eventually, my orgasm ends. Jim remains seated in my lap until we both exhale, exhausted, as my cock softens and with a wet 'plop' falls from his hole. I wince as cum drips from him onto my junk, and worse onto our blankets.

Jim falls onto his back with a loud thunk. “Holy hell."

I'm too tired to sit upright. “You okay?"

“Best I ever been, Wes."

“Really? You're not sore or hurt or–"

“Well I am sore, honestly thought I was gonna die halfway down your dick."

I laugh. “I don't want to explain that to your Dad."

“Shut up." Jim says. “I jus' mean I'm… I'm glad you're my boyfriend, Wesley."

Was that just a heat-of-the-moment thing? I was so fucking horny, but hearing him say… say that. That he's my boyfriend, gave me serious butterflies. Would that even work? At some point, I have to leave.

Don't I? Definitely, of course.

Why?

My eyes snap open at the stray thought. Why? Well, I–I don't know.

My job that I hate? That I can do from anywhere, probably? My cold, unfurnished, soulless apartment?! Friends? When really, I just have a short list of good no-strings fucks? Why do I have to go back?

“No one ever told me fuckin' was so damn messy." Jim's face scrunches up in disgust. “I'll go get some water from the pond n' we can wash up," He looks down at the blanket where he rode me. “...Good thing we brought extra blankets."

I move out of his way and he opens the tailgate.

“Be right back, boyfriend." He giggles.

“See you soon, baby bear." I kiss his head and scratch behind his ears. “My baby bear." I wrap my arms around him.

“Wes, you alright?" He kisses my cheek.

“Better than ever. Come back soon."

“I ain't goin' far," He laughs.

Me either, I think.

…I think.