That Honeymoon Night

by "PerlBear" Mike

It was a long time coming. My college friend-turned-sweetheart, Jason, and I had our commitment ceremony! After twenty months of dating, three job changes, and our two big-city moves, we finally became one couple on October fifth. Our friends and some of our families were there to see us tie the knot. I, a thirty-year old smooth and muscular model calendar man, married a chubby, hirsuite, balding, shy systems administration bear prince who stole my heart. MTV couldn't have concocted a bigger image-mismatch, but who cares!

The whole day was a blur. There was loud music and some good food at the reception, but all I care to remember is trying to mentally name the exact shade of brown in Jason's eyes. I could not wait until our honeymoon for some just-us time. Not long after the reception, we were off to mid-state New York to see the changing leaves... and more of each other. You see, when our relationship was in its early stages, we decided to stay celibate until we were ready. I was the oversexed one who needed to hold off on the man meals, he was the virgin who wanted to save himself for his perfect mate. We've never done anything more than rubbing our buldges with our pants on and shirts off missionary stuff; he always seemed too shy to even let me get even just a flash look of his dick.

To make a long story short, we arrived at our ski-lodge turned autumn hotel the next day, took in the sights from the mountain tops, visited the local village, and had a quiet, inimate dinner in our suite. We fed each other, we watched each other lick the whipped cream of the strawberries -- I got hot seeing him lick off that cream, but I nearly sprayed my shorts watching him work the banana. The feeding somehow turned to mild foreplay. We moved closer, had our hands stroking each other's thighs, until the looks in our eyes screamed to move to the king-sized bed in the other room. We went in, lit a candle, and started to undress.

He took off his shirt. Damn, I though to myself. I only wish I could transplant some of that beautiful brown hair onto my body. I'm a smooth guy, and I've been building my muscles up, but dispite a very beefy build, I've never felt as burly as a bear should be. My genes never gifted me with even just one strand of chest hair. Jason -- now *he's* a bear. Before that shirt hit the floor, I was all over his body, running my fingers through his chest and shoulder hair, just like he always let me do. I feel I could be there for hours and still not have rubbed it all. His gentle moaning let me know he liked what I was doing. He rubbed my shaved head with his soft hands as we kissed through each others' soft bearded faces. Of all my boyfriends, none seemed to have any hair when compared to the pelt that Jason had. He took off my shirt, and kissed my neck until I nearly melted in his arms.

He unbuttoned my jeans, which were starting to constrict the hardening uncut eight-incher my modeling career was basically founded with. When my pants fell, it bounced outward like a springboard. My dick was growing from all the excitement and my thick foreskin withdrew like a shaved sheath. My famous nuts were able to hang free in the autumn-air filled room. I was finally about to make love to the man of my dreams! I undid Jason's belt, unzipped his fly, and let his pants fall to the floor, revealing a unique patterned silk underwear I gave him for Hanukah.

"Please," he said, "I don't want to get too kinky." I knew it was his first time.

I tried to reassure him. "Okay. Just relax." With that, I placed my hand on his waist, waiting to remove the boxers that remain between my cock and his. Wild images about what it may look like raced through my head. Before I was able to pull the boxers down, he grabbed my hand.

"Mike, please don't..." he started with a trembling voice. "Uh... I'm not much of a calendar guy. I-I-I don't look like the guys they photograph you with."

"No. You're right. You look better." With that, he relaxed, and finally let my agonizing sexual tension rest by allowing me to move his boxers. I pull them down and kneel as I do, until I was face to face with my awaiting treasure. And there he stood. It was three or four inches long (and that may be a generous estimate), semi-hard, slightly curved, and cut. His balls were tight and average sized, but shadowed over by his thick pubic shrubbery. It was in all aspects unlike the guys I'm pictured with in my calendars. But it was still beautiful. It was *his.* I smell it, give it a wet kiss and suckled it until he was hard. He moaned, calling my name as blood rushed from the head above his shoulders to the one below his waist.

I stood up and I brought him over to the bed. I lounged over the pillows face-up, Jason kneeled over my closed legs, facing me. Our dicks were just barely touching -- I swear I can feel the warmth from his. We just looked each other in the eyes as he played with my nippes, and massaged my huge arms and chest which he always told me he envied. I kept running my hands through his chest hair forest. "Fucking beautiful," I whispered to myself. Slowly, I worked my way down from his chest, to his abdomen, then I massaged his hairy inner thigh, just teasing his waiting dick by passing it. I reach over for the condoms I left by the nightstand, and I open one, and gave it to him.

As I caressed his soft and cubby arms, he started to roll the rubber down past his dripping head, but when he started slowly rolling it down his shaft, he gradually started shaking. All within a few milliseconds, his fingers began twiching, then his hands, and then his arms took on a frightened tremor. Finally, his breathing became irregular.

Poor guy. The excitement was probably too much for him. He barely got half the rubber on before he shot a huge load. Jason's face soon turned beet-red, taking on an "Omigod, omigod, omigod... what do I do!?" expression as he looked at his cum-spurting cock. I noticed he stole a glance at my eyes, and he quickly looked away, ashamed-like. Dammit, I thought.

I sat up, and I held him. I wrapped my arms around my bear, rested my head on his warm, furry-soft chest, rocking us gently. Listening to his heart and ready-to-cry tremoring moans, I told him it was okay, I told him not to worry, I told him to just relax, but I told him without words. I licked his nipples, then kissed my way up to his soft lips as I held his neck and back. I think he understood me, as I felt him getting hard again. He leaned forward, and I lied down with him on top of me. I moved my hands up and down his back, feeling every soft blade of hair, and I went on massaging his cushy ass. He started to thrust, rubbing his dick and his furry body over mine as if to say "Thank you" over and over again. It almost felt like his pelt was mine, like the hair tickling my chest was actually mine. With the tight grip he had on me, it also felt like he had some newfound muscle strength.

I rolled us over onto our sides, still kissing. But I moved my hand from his back to his chest, letting every hair run through my fingers. He was still rubbing my muscles, working slowly down my body until he had his hand at my hip. He was moaning with anticipation. We were building up a sweat. His scent started to go through me, filling me. Listening to his breathing excited me more.

I waited and waited for him to just take that hand of his and jack me off. His warm, soft hand on my waiting dick -- or should I say a dick I had kept waiting just for him since he first uttered "I love you" all those months ago. I pull off his spent condom, hoping that would give him a clue. We still just laid there kissing; I was just dripping pre-cum all over the bed. Fuck! When would he just jack me off! I pull back and tear open a second condom packet. I give it to him to put on me. My foreskin had been fully retracted for some time. You would think its scent would be a signal. For a first-timer, putting a condom on wouldn't be too tricky at all -- but oh God it would be good to feel. Jason took the condom out and moved down... down... down...

I felt his hands on my member and I was paralyzed with ecstasy. I was moaning uncontrollably, breathing deeply. There was a huge bear god who loved me and he's touching my dick! Shit! He rolled down the condom all the way. When he was done, I grabbed his hand and moved it to my dick head. He slowly jacked me off, with me guiding. The foreskin smoothly rolled over my head and off, over and off. He's got it right the first time. Sometimes he would stop and knead my balls ever so gently. Shit, that felt great! No boyfriend was ever able to jack me off right the first time. My foreskin usually got sore or twisted, or the grip was sometimes too hard, or I was being jacked too hard and fast. But Jason... my bear god... got it right. I remember when he told me he didn't want it kinky, but I almost couldn't help myself from doing what my body wanted to do next.

I rolled on top of him, kissing him, thrusting my hips hard through his fist. I kneeled up, moved his hand, and took off that condom, letting my cock breathe again. The light smell travelled quickly, intoxicating me. The candle light flickered and highlighted his sweating, waiting body. I probably scared him when I took off the condom, but we were married now. It's just going to be us from now on. With that in mind, and the sight of Jason underneath me, staring right into my eyes and drinking all of those sights illuminated by the candle's light, I jacked myself off until I could not contain myself. Jason joined in. He took my hand off my dick and continued to stroke it while he jerked himself off! Oh the sound of his grunting moved me closer and closer then past an edge I never knew I had. Tension built and built. I felt my whole body was about to explode. Before it could do that, Jason took me by surprise.

He stopped jerking us, he pulled me down so I was lying on top of him, and he rolled me over. Almost pinning me down with his weight, he kissed me hard. He moved down and started kissing my neck, then my chest. The hair from his beard ticked me a little, and I get out a few restrained giggles. He moved furthur down, kissing my abs, still moving down. He was right over my dick. This was his first time having sex. I couldn't believe he wanted to try to suck me off. But he didn't. He passed right by my throbbing, dripping, reddened dick and went right for my ticklish inner thigh.

"Oh, you teasing bastard! Oh!" I moaned, as I felt his heavy warm breath on me. I put my hands on top of his head as he went back to my dick. He took it in his hand, and started sucking on the head like a lolli-pop. I used my hand to guide his head down to take a little more in, but not enough for him to gag. It felt wonderful anyway. His tongue was moving all around my dick, and again I felt paralyzed and helpless. It was almost like my entire life-force moved to the end of my cock. Things started to build in me. I couldn't restrain myself any longer.

"Jason, I love you," I whisper, but before I was able to say anything else, I felt myself get really hard in his mouth. My hips started to buck. Then, before I knew what happened, with an orgasm infinitely more powerful than I could ever describe with meaningless words, I spray cum into his hungry mouth. There was so much it dripped out onto me. I felt like the orgasm went on for days. Panting and moaning loudly, I felt him still trying to suck every last drip out of my dick. When he stopped he lied next to me. I stole the opportunity and started jacking him off as I kissed him. I feel him grab me. With loud grunts, he cums again, adding to the salty and sweaty yet sweet smelling man-stew, frosting his furry forest with snow. I move down to his dick, licking and suckling off the last drops of juice. He tried to pull away, but I guess the feeling highlighted his afterglow. With his cock in my mouth, I look up into those dark chocolate eyes. "Oh fuck," he said, "please don't stop."

But we were spent. I stopped draining his manhood and lied next to him. I couldn't tell if I had died and this was paradise, but I might as well have. We cuddled tightly, naked and with legs tangled, with the smells of our juices and the sounds of just each other's breaths and heartbeats. I held him close to me as I saw him trying to told back the tears. We both found the emotion too hard to stand, but somehow, we eventually fell asleep in a single knot of flesh, muscle, chub, hair, semen, sweat, and tears. It was too great to wake up the next morning and realise that none of what happened was a dream. I was married to a man who made me feel special, who cared for me when I was ill, and who was always the perfect gentleman; I was married to the man I know must be the sexiest alive. I didn't even care what day we woke up into. Calendars be damned.