I wrote this story years ago when you could still smoke in public places, such as a video store. I used to love smoking my pipe in my favorite haunt. While not true, there are some elements from real life.
I had been looking forward to this trip for months, and as I settled into my seat on the 747, I could hardly suppress a giggle. Here I was, at 36, with what felt like a new life, or at least a new lease on life. This time last year, I was working in a job I should have loved, but didn't, making $10,000 a year less than I should be. My mother, whose attitude had never been great, had come to live with me, and disliked everything about my life, but not enough to move out live her own life. It was just easier to stay with me, gripe and bitch all the time, and express great displeasure because I didn't do everything to suit her, including getting married and making grandchildren. Little wonder the walls felt like they were closing in!
It all started to change when Tony came into my life. I lived for Friday evening, which was my evening to go out, sometimes to shoot pool, sometimes to go to a bar and meet guys and gab, sometimes to go to the video arcade and cruise and take whatever opportunities the evening afforded. It was one of those Friday evenings, and even better, my mother was half a country away at my brother's, which meant I could actually take someone home with me, if the opportunity was presented. As I got out of the car at the arcade, I thought, "God, I hate summer." At 10:00 at night it was still 88 degrees, there was enough humidity to drown in, and what little breeze was moving provided no relief whatsoever. At least the air conditioning worked worth a damn at this arcade!
The crowd at the arcade was just the right size, judging from the eight or so cars in the parking lot–not too few, and not too many. As I was buzzed into the locked door that separated off the maze of booths from the rest of the store, I wondered if there would be anyone there who would be the slightest bit interested in me. I knew I was overweight, and I was not happy about it, but food seemed at the moment to be the only comfort in my life. Apart from being stocky, which is what many men had called me, not fat, I was happy about my furry bear body, and especially the thick red beard and mustache that I had. And they were quite well complimented by the other comfort in my life: my pipe.
I had been a pipe smoker for 22 years, starting at fourteen, and had always had a wicked love for pipe smoking men. All it took was to see a man loading a pipe and my dick would begin to harden, and I would find some excuse to stay close enough to see him light it, which would send me fully into a raging erection. If, perchance, I happened to get close enough to smell his pipe, it would just about make me cum.... or pass out..... or both. I rarely took my pipe with me to the arcade, but tonight I had been smoking it before I arrived, and could feel the warmth of the bowl in my pocket. I walked through the hallways of booths and found nothing but closed doors. Either a very bad sign, or a very good sign. I noticed that the largest booth, the one which always had a gay flick heavy on anal penetration running in it, was open, so I went in, closed the door, and proceeded to relight my pipe. I figured I could not only enjoy my pipe for a bit, but perhaps the aroma would attract someone's attention and send him looking for its source.
After about five minutes, I heard a door of one of the booths open, so I pocketed my pipe, opened the door to my booth and stepped out into the hall. "Damn. It's Marv." The man whom I'd spent many evenings fending off was there in the hallway, and as he saw me, I saw the familiar leer appear on his face. He wouldn't have been bad if he would bathe and wash his hair occasionally, but the odor from him was overpowering five feet away, and he never got the message that I was not interested. I quickly stepped past him and headed toward another hallway. He started to follow, and I stepped up my pace in order to find a booth and get the door locked before he could barge in and block the door again, as he had several times before done. It was while looking quickly over my shoulder that I heard the door to the booth open, and before I could react, BAM!! I collided with what felt like a brick wall. I quickly turned to apologize for not watching where I was going, and stopped with only "Oh, excu..." out of my mouth. I was looking up into the face of the most handsome, masculine, furriest bear I have ever met, and my brain had ceased to function. GREAT! "He put his hand against my cheek and said, "Sorry, man, I wasn't paying attention where I was going." I replied, "Neither was I." About that time I saw his expression cloud over, and for a split second I thought I'd already turned him off. Then I heard Marv's greasy, unctious voice behind us: "Woof! Anyone for a three-way." Before I could react, my gorgeous, brick wall of a bear said, "I'm so glad to see you here tonight! I haven't seen you in too long." For a split second I thought he was talking to Marv, until he threw his arms around me and gathered me into a warm, tight, long bear hug. "Let's get out of here and go get a beer and catch up!" "OK, I replied," realizing now that he wanted to get away from Marv as much as I did. We hit the door together, and didn't say a word until we were out in the parking lot.
He grabbed my hand and kept walking until he reached the truck I had parked next to; a truck I had lusted after as I had walked past it on the way in. I heard the door unlock and the alarm chirp as he pushed the button on the remote, and he said, "Why don't you ride with me, and we'll come back later for your car." For a split second, I thought, "Take your own car - you don't know anything about this man." Almost as if he had read my thought, he said, "Or if you want to, name the place and I'll follow you." I slid into the cab of his truck and said, "No use taking two vehicles the same place. I'm happy to go wherever you want to, as long as Marv doesn't follow us." The laugh was a long deep, resonant musical laugh, and his eyes twinkled as he laughed. He said, "I see you've had the ‘Marv' treatment too! One of these days I'm going to find out what that sleazy little fucker drives so that I can see if he's here before I go in!" I laughed, having thought the exact same thing the last time I had encountered Marv.
As we headed out of the parking lot, he said, "By the way, I'm Tony." "I'm Will." I replied. His handshake was as warm and firm as his voice was, and I was electrified by it. I said, "Where you want to go for that beer?" Looked over at me briefly, reached out and took my hand, and said, "If it wouldn't make you too uncomfortable, I'd really like to go back to my place. I've got beer and stuff for mixed drinks, and I thought maybe we could sit out on the deck or in the hot tub." "That sounds wonderful!" I replied. I began to really look at him, and noticed the mass of long dark red fur sticking out of the open collar of his shirt, the dense fur on his arms and hands, his thick, long, masculine fingers, and that he was a little less stocky than me. In addition, his dark auburn-brown hair was impeccably combed in a very professional looking style. His mustache and beard were well groomed, yet his mustache was especially thick. He must have been about forty, which only added to my attraction to him. I looked down and noticed at the bottom of his Levis his clean, sporty white leather Nikes, and realized that he must wear at least a size 12 shoe. He brought me back from my mental inventory as he said "I haven't made very many friends yet, and haven't discovered all of the clubs yet. I just moved here six months ago from Nashville." "What brought you to Texas?" I asked. "I'm a new partner in an architectural firm here." "Cool!" I said, thinking "That means you're intelligent and creative!" "What do you do?" he asked me. "I work for an advertising firm, specializing in promoting the arts." I answered. The smile that spread across his face made my heart leap in my chest, and my dick leap in my pants. "It seems we have some artistic common interests" he said. "I've had a hard time meeting professional men since I moved here, partly because I've been working so much to get settled in, and partly because I hate to go to clubs alone."
He turned into a gated complex, and when we were inside the gate, I could see that the townhouses in the complex were beautifully designed, and very well constructed. We entered the kitchen from his garage, and as soon as the door was closed, he grabbed me and wrapped me up in another of those incredible hugs of his. This time, however, his mouth found mine, and he opened my lips with his and began to explore my mouth fully, caressing my back and the back of my head while he made love to my mouth. The only sound was our breathing, which was getting faster and more urgent in rapid order. He took my face between his hands, broke the kiss and looked tenderly down into my eyes, smiling another of his devastatingly beautiful smiles. I reached up and caressed his beard, and as my hand drew to his chin, he opened his mouth and began to suck on my fingers. As I felt the warmth of his hot mouth and his tongue moving around my fingers, his fingers began to unbutton my shirt and he slipped it off my shoulders. He then bent over and began lightly kissing and tonguing my nipples, caressing the fur on my chest as he did. As he went from one nipple to the next, he slid his beard and mustache across my chest, giving me goose bumps all over. I played with his hair as I caressed his head and moaned softly, "O yes, Tony. That feels so wonderful." He stood up and kissed me again, this time with short, light, kisses all over and around my mouth. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it back off his shoulders and dropped it on the floor on top of mine. There, for the first time, I beheld the most densely furred, beautifully carpeted chest I have ever seen. He laughed at me as my eyes lit up and my jaw gaped. "Family tradition." he said. I laughed, "I like your kind of family!" He then kicked his shoes off, and opened his pants, revealing fur that went all the way down to his toes without a break, and the most beautiful uncut soft eight inch cock I've seen in ages, and then only in pictures. He wasted no time in opening my pants, pulling off my shoes, and sliding my briefs down to my ankles. As he pulled my jeans and shorts off my ankles one at a time, he slid his beautiful mustache crowned mouth down over my cock, which had not been soft since he wrapped his arms around me at the arcade. As he sucked, he began to pinch and play with my nipples, and I moaned loudly at the electric pleasure that went through me from the top of my head to the pucker of my ass. I caught myself at how loudly it had come out, and he felt me stiffen. He stopped and said, "Don't worry about it. You couldn't hear a bomb go off in the next townhouse they're so well insulated."
He stood up and went to the refrigerator and got two beer bottles out, opened them, and then took my hand in his and began leading me toward the french doors that opened onto his patio. He said, "Let's go sit in the hot tub." He led me to a beautifully rock and plantscaped corner where he pushed the cover off of the hot tub and turned on the jets. He got in first, and then held his hand for me as I stepped in, and then wrapped me in another long, deep, lingering, moaning kiss. We sat down side by side, and he put his arm around me and drew me to him. I caressed his chest and found his erect nipple and pinched it lightly. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned loudly and grabbed my other hand and let it to the other nipple. As I moved my mouth over his nipple and began to suck on it, I slid my hand down his chest to his crotch. He laughed as I gasped when I felt how huge and how hard it had grown. It had to be ten inches and as big around as a beer can. "I gotta..." I trailed off as I sank down under the surface of the water and closed my mouth around his huge manhood. I slowly sank all the way down until my nose was pressed into his pubes and I felt his head as far down my throat as it could go. I then began sliding up and down his tool, caressing it with my tongue and deepthroating down on every stroke. When I came up for air, his face wore a look of utter astonishment. "Where did you learn to deepthroat like that? No one's ever been able to do that to me before!" I smiled and kissed him lightly, knowing he wasn't expecting an answer. Just as our kiss broke, I realized that I tasted a pipe, and it wasn't mine. Before I could say anything, he said, "You want to go inside and fire up a couple pipes? I tasted your pipe on our first kiss." Without waiting for me to answer, he stood up, stepped out of the hot tub, and opened a cabinet and pulled out a bath sheet big enough for at least two people to wrap up in completely. I stepped out and he wrapped both of us in the towel, and began drying and caressing me simultaneously.
As we stepped back into his townhouse, I saw, for the first time, the bookcase against the wall that had been behind me in the kitchen. There were four short shelves containing at least a hundred pipes. He walked over, selected a beautiful medium sized 3/4 bent Nørding freehand, and handed it to me. He then selected a large black fully bent Savinelli with a huge bowl for himself. He handed me the humidor from the shelf and said "Dig in, cub." I filled and packed the pipe, and handed him the humidor, as he handed me his black Zippo pipe lighter. I lit my pipe slowly, taking care to make as much smoke for my beautiful bear as I could, and then handed him the lighter. He lit his pipe, producing wave after wave of thick, spicy, wonderful smoke, finishing off with a big inhale. He then grabbed me and kissed me as he began to fill my mouth with his smoke. It was sweet and woody, and spicy, and as he filled my mouth with his tongue and his smoke, I inhaled the smoke and caressed his tongue with mine. When we broke the kiss, we both exhaled what appeared to be two heavy lungfuls each. He drew me to him and, looking down into my eyes, said, "I have waited so long to find an intelligent, professional, sweet pipe smoking bear. Please tell me you aren't taken." "NO!" I answered very quickly. "I'm NOT taken - I've wanted to hear those words myself from a sweet, intelligent, professional pipe smoking bear for years. I had begun to think I'd never find him, and now, here you are." He wrapped me in a smoky hug and buried my mouth in his beard and ‘stache as we exchanged another deep, hot, manly kiss. "Your pipe's gone out" he said, as he handed me the lighter again. I tamped and relit, inhaled deeply, and kissed the man I new was going to be mine deeply, sharing the smoke from his pipe, his tobacco with him. He relit, snapped the lighter closed, held his pipe in his jaw, and took my hand in his and led me to his bedroom.
He took my pipe and laid it in the pipe stand by his bed, wrapped me in his arms, and puffed his sweet smoke to me, never once taking his eyes from mine. He picked me up and laid me on the bed, and proceeded to kiss me, filling me again with his thick wonderful smoke and his strong, wet tongue. He inhaled deeply, and then exhaled slowly over the head of my cock and down onto my balls. He then turned me so that my head rested in the middle of the bed, and put my ankles on his shoulders as he stood there at the side of the bed. He again stoked his big black pipe and inhaled deeply, and then slowly exhaled directly onto my puckered hole. Again and again he seasoned my hole with is smoke, again and again letting me watch him stoke, draw and inhale deeply from his pipe. He then put my legs down, took my hand and pulled me to my feet, and handed me his pipe as he sat down in the leather wingback chair across his bedroom. He spread his legs, showing that beautiful, arrow straight, rock hard cock with the tip of the head just barely peeking out of his foreskin. I began to stoke his pipe, getting lots of smoke going, as he said, "You look very good with my pipe. You're a perfect pipecub, Will." I inhaled deeply from the pipe this beautiful bear had handed me, and handed it back to him as I went down on my knees and closed my mouth over his pole. As I sucked, I exhaled through my nose slowly, watching the smoke linger in the thick, long, dark bush at the base of his manhood. I looked up at him as I sucked and locked eyes with him as he puffed and I stroked. He then gently, but very firmly laid his hands on the sides of my head, and began to pump my mouth with his hips, holding me right where I was. I began to moan, and he pulled out quickly and asked, "Is that too much? I don't want to make you uncomfortable!" "Hell NO!" I gasped. "It's exactly what I want! Don't be afraid to show me anything at all you want to do." I closed my mouth down over his rock hard fuckpole, silently begging him to pound my face the way I wanted. As if he were reading my thoughts again, he stood up, took my head in his hands and shoved his cock all the way in my mouth, and began long stroking my mouth. Never before had any man done this to me so well, and so firmly that I felt no inclination to gag at any point. He pounded harder and harder, faster and faster, until I was sure he was about to cum. He pulled out of my mouth, stood me up, double inhaled savagely from his pipe, and wrapped me tightly in his kiss.
He led me over to the bed, got up onto the bed and pulled me to him. He cuddled me into his arms, and put his pipe between my lips and held it there for me to puff and draw on. He then did likewise, laid the pipe next to mine in the pipestand, and kissed me deeply both of us mingling our smoke as we exhaled together through the kiss. He then slid his thick middle finger into my mouth and I sucked on it, tonguing with delight on his smoky tasting finger. He then slipped his index finger in with it for me to get them both good and wet. He took his fingers out of my mouth and moved around and told me, "Lift your legs, cub." I lifted them up in the air, and he slid his middle finger in my crack to find that hot pucker waiting for him. He shoved a digit into my hole, and began working it in and out, sliding further in on each stroke. "More, Tony..." I whimpered, and immediately felt another long, thick, manly finger enter my sphincter. He slowed down and began to slide his fingers in and out in a long, slow, easy rhythm, and I felt myself relax completely at his invasion. He then told me to reach into the nightstand and get him a condom, his lube and the hand towel in the drawer. He laughed a hearty, deep laugh as I literally dove to the side of the bed to his nightstand. "Glad to see you want it as badly as I do" he chuckled. I tore open the condom packet and handed him the condom, which was noticeably larger than most that I had seen before. He slid it all the way down his ten hard inches, and then took the lube from my hand, squirted it generously on the head of his dick and then smeared it all around his head and all up and down his prodigious shaft. He wiped his hand on the towel, and said in a low, almost whispered growl, "Put your feet up on my shoulders, cub." As I obeyed, he leaned over me and, his lips met and opened mine, I felt his big, thick meat touch my very hungry hole.
When his dick touched my hole, I felt the same forbidden delight that I had felt the very first time a cock had touched my asshole. With his tongue still in my mouth, he moved his head back and forth teasing and lubing my hole, and as I felt him pause at the perfect spot, I pushed my hole down onto his huge manhood as far as I could. He moaned, drove his tongue deeper into my mouth, wrapped his arms around me and sank his meat all the way into me, until I felt that wonderfully carpeted body of his rest on my bottom. I broke the kiss just long enough to gasp out my plea, "Oh shit, Tony, pound me! Take me! Make it yours!" As he pulled my me back to his greedy lips, and plunged his tongue into my wet mouth, he pulled his dick out all the way until just the tip of his head was in my hole, and then swallowed my cry of rapture as he slammed his cock all the way back into my hole, and began pounding hard, with full length strokes all the way in and all the way out. Our grunts, moans and kisses were punctuated by the crisp rhythmic slap of his body pounding mine as he slammed himself into my tight hole. Suddenly he let out a loud moan as I clamped my ass as tight as I could around him on his withdrawal, and I begged, "Deeper, Tony! Pleeeease! Make me your cub. Make me your pipecub." He reared up, put his hands on my shoulders and shoved all the way in, bottoming out so far up in my guts I saw stars. He then left his big, hard, meaty organ buried in my chute and began fucking me with short strokes using only the bottom inch of his meat, massaging my prostate with his big mushroom head as he did. As my entire body tingled from the pleasure we were giving each other, he pulled all the way out of my hole, paused for a couple seconds, which felt like minutes, and drove himself all the way to his balls in my hole again, and resumed pounding me with his full length.
When he stopped at the bottom of the most powerful lunge he had yet given me, he reached over me, picked up his big black pipe and his Zippo, handed me the lighter as he tamped the bowl, and told me, "Light your bear's pipe for him." I clicked the lid open and light the lighter, and as he bent over to me, I held the lighter to my bear's pipe, and greedily breathed in the smoke he sent billowing toward me as he lit up deeply. He then double inhaled as deeply as I'd ever seen anyone do, and I flipped the lighter shut. He wrapped his arms around me, pulled me up sitting on his pole, and began to feed his smoke into my mouth. I inhaled greedily, and when I thought I'd taken all the smoke he could possibly have, he pulled his mouth from mine, and as I began to exhale, he joined me, and exhaled a thick plume of smoke to match the one he'd fed me. As he turned the pipe toward me, he put his mouth right by my ear and said, "Doggy." I gasped with delight and as I snapped to action to move, he pulled out of me with one swift movement. "Get a good draw on that pipe, cub" he said as I knelt on the floor by the big bed where he had been fucking my ass with such manly prowess. I stoked the pipe until the smoke was thick and opaque, and then took a long double draw and then handed the pipe back to him and bent over to expose my gaping, winking hole, begging to be filled again with his manly shaft, which was now fully engorged, and had grown to an unbelievably hard, thick, veiny at least eleven inches.
As I exhaled a long luxurious cloud, he put his pipe in his mouth and bent over my ass, and slid his cock all the way up my ass, until I felt the dense cushion of fur press between him and my ass. He reached around me and started stroking my cock as he began slamming himself into me with the force of a battering ram, laying his head by mine on my shoulder. I could feel the warmth from the bowl of his pipe radiating against my cheek as he pistoned my ass, and I suddenly knew I had to have a pipe in my mouth too. "Want...pipe..." I said breathlessly as he stroked my insides with reckless abandon. He reached over my head and got the pipe he had given me earlier off the nightstand. As I tamped down the tobacco, he flicked open the Zippo and held it over the bowl of my pipe until the flame danced five inches up from the bowl as cloud after cloud of thick sweet manly smoke came from my mouth and nose, so that even I was impressed by how much smoke he had me creating. He snapped the lighter closed, laid it on the floor and went back to battering my bottom, his big, furry balls slamming against my ass under where that beautiful manmeat was filling my hole. "Shit, Tony!" I growled. "No man has ever fucked me like this! This is what bear fucking is all about! Oh God, you make me feel so good." "O baby cub," he sighed. "You make me feel more like a man than anyone ever has. Clamp down on your bear daddy's meat again and ride that fucker." I clenched with all my strength, sucking down a sweet cloud of smoke to go with it, and I felt him start to fuck faster and harder, which I didn't think possible. "Gonna...cum...soon...baby bear..." he said as he rammed against my backside. With that, he lunged forward and pushed me down onto my stomach, and proceeded to rape me harder still, pulling completely out on the back of every stroke and slamming full force full length into me. I clamped down on his member as tightly as my body could muster, and he began a growl that I felt rumbling against my back. His growl grew in volume and intensity until he was roaring short clipped roars as he sank his manhood into my hot, wet hole. As he let out a long, continuous bellowing growl, I felt his cock expand and begin filling the condom with shot after shot of bearcum. For a full minute after he first started spasming, he pounded his load into me before collapsing on top of me, his pipe in his hand. As we lay there panting, I felt him begin to shake, and heard him begin to laugh a deep, baritone belly laugh, at the same time I started to laugh, overcome with the release of such passion and man-ness. I turned my head to look at him, and he buried his face in mine and kissed me. He said, "Cub, you're mine!"
As he pulled out of me, he pulled me up onto my knees and slid under me. I felt his hot, wet mouth all the way down my cock, which was aching from being so hard. He reached behind me and began fucking me down into his mouth, sucking me like no one ever had. As my balls began to draw up and I began to breathe heavily and raggedly, he pulled his mouth off of me and began to fist my rod just as I erupted shooting stream after stream of cum all over his chest, stomach and pubes. I moaned and whimpered loudly as he coaxed every drop of my load out of me. As he turned to the side, he pulled me down on his chest and sank me into another of his deep, passionate, pipey kisses. He stroked my head, caressed my back and butt, looked up into my face, and smiled silently as his eyes held me deeply in their spell. "This is going to sound so trite," he said, "but I think I love you." As the tear sprang out of my eye before I even knew what was happening, I saw the cloud cross his expression, and he said, in a voice filled with fear, "What's wrong?" "Nothing!" I said. "I've just waited so long for someone to tell me that, and I never thought it would be such a wonderful, handsome, sexy bear as you!"
In spite of the adrenaline still running wild through me, the shower in which we slowly and carefully washed and massaged every inch of each other left me spent and feeling like I was made of lead. He led me to the bed, and cradled my body in the curve of his, draped his arm over me, and kissed my cheek. He said, "Sleep sweetly, my love," and for the first time ever, I slept all the way through the night without waking from there being someone else in bed with me. In the morning, I awoke to the smell of bacon as he set a tray down between himself and me on the bed and said, "Wake up, sleepyhead. It's 11:00"
After that day, I knew I had found my mate, and when my mother returned from my brother's a month later, I told her I was going to be moving in with Tony. I don't know what I did before Tony, but I know what I'm going to do when I get to Switzerland where I'm meeting him for a week's vacation in the Alps on the end of the conference he's been at for the last week. What a birthday present! A seat in first class, and he said he has something special waiting for me when I get there. I just bet he does!
