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"writing": "[b][center]Late Night at the Big Top Park\n[/center][/b]\n\nThe dim lighting of the security office casts shadows across Gus's burly frame as his eyes dart over the bank of security monitors. His dark grey and black fur is a stark contrast to the bright colors of the amusement park on the screens, making him seem like a formidable presence. At 7'5\", he would tower over most of the attractions, his muscular bulk making him appear even larger.\n\nGus reviews the list of tasks and glances one last time at the security feeds seeing the quiet of the night had settled over the park. The laughter and screams of joy from earlier were faded distant memories, replaced by dim lighting and the gentle flow of fall leaves dancing in the breeze. The muted carnival lights flicker and sway, casting shadows and a dreamy glow over the deserted attractions.\n\nWith a sigh, Gus sets about his first task on his list. Ever since the old boar that performed maintenance on the park retired last year, Gus has pulled double duty as park security guard and lead maintenance worker. Sure the work came with extra pay, but also extra work. It seems tonight he wasn’t going to have much time for browsing porn and rubbing one out.\n\nHe removes his maintenance coveralls from his locker and quickly changes out of his guard uniform. The thick canvas material of the coverall feels more comfortable and familiar in his paws than the synthetic fibers of his standard uniform. As he catches a view of himself in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the security door, he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Despite his age, he's still looking pretty good. \n\nHis dark fur is interspersed with only a few strands of grey, and his muscular frame is still impressive, albeit with quite a bit more soft curves especially around the middle these days. But he hasn’t lost any of the strength in his meaty biceps and his pecs. Though softer than in his youth, they are still rather beefy. He even strips out of his boxers exposing his other large endowments, which are sometimes just as much a curse as a blessing.\n\nHe pulls on the coveralls and adjusts them to ensure his thick shaft rests comfortably down one pantleg, before Gus grabs his toolbox and heads out into the quiet night to diagnose the never-ending problems with the giant Ferris wheel. The cool air is a pleasant change from the stifling heat of the day, and the soft crunch of gravel under his feet is a comforting sound as he makes his way towards the towering structure. The quiet of the night is broken only by the distant hum of machinery and the gentle sway of the Ferris wheel's cars in the breeze.\n\nAs he passes the restroom, Gus feels a familiar stirring within, a longing that's been with him since his youth. He can't help but recall the sights and scents of fathers and sons lined up at the trough urinals, their maleness on display in a tableau that never failed to ignite his taboo desires. He loved visiting amusement parks as a kid for this very reason. The memories bring a flush to his cheeks and a rush of blood to his sheath, where his impressive sheath begins to stir, straining against the canvas of his coveralls. \n\nHe lost count of the number of times snuck away from home to come to a park just like this. And had he downed gallons of water in a day, just for an excuse to spend more time in the toilets. It started with curiosity at seeing the older furs with their big daddy dicks, and as he got older he began noticing the cubs just as much. Their little peckers on display as they pissed with pants around their ankles next to the older adults. But with a sigh, he adjusts himself and continues on, knowing that his duty to the park was more important than pumping out a load reminiscing on childhood memories right now.\n\nThe Ferris wheel looms overhead, a silent sentinel watching over the park. Gus approaches the towering structure with a sense of familiarity and respect, knowing that keeping it running is his responsibility and his challenge: his Sisyphistic labor As he opens the massive gear box and shines his flashlight inside, he's met with the intricate lattice of machinery, each gear worked in harmony to keep the wheel turning. At first glance, nothing seems overtly amiss, but Gus knows that appearances can be deceiving.\n\nWith a practiced hand, he pulls out the long iron crank and begins to manually wind the complex contraption, his muscles flexing with the effort. The job would easily require the strength of two lesser furs, but Gus handles it with ease, his eyes trained on the movement of the gears for any irregularities. As he works, the quiet of the night is broken by the soft clanking of metal on metal, a rhythmic symphony that speaks of Gus's dedication and skill.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nFrom his perch at the topmost carriage of the Ferris wheel, Douglas watches the burly bear work, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and curiosity. The young squirrel cub is drawn to the strength and capability of the man before him, his eyes widened by the bulging muscles beneath the bear’s coveralls. The tan fabric stretches taut against his massive frame, hinting at the power lurking beneath.\n\nDouglas had managed to slip out of his house and into the park in the late evening, easily dodging past the ticket sellers and the security guards in his quest for adventure. His parents, locked in a heated argument, barely noticed his absence, their neglect and incessant feuding fueling his desire to escape to a happier place. He can’t quite put a finger on why he loves the park so much, as the rides hold little appeal. Perhaps it's the sight of other families enjoying themselves together or maybe the rough carnies who both frighten and excite him.\n\nThis evening, he had snuck onto the Ferris wheel hoping to conquer his fear of heights. It had been nearing closing time and had been easy to slip past the operator. But as the carriage neared the top, the ride was halted, leaving him stranded and clinging white-pawed to the railing. Most cubs would have screamed and howled to be let down, but Douglas is too frightened to make a sound, too terrified to do anything but hold on as the world spins dizzyingly below him. It had been a stupid idea if he ever had one.\n\nAs the night grew dark and the park emptied, Douglas's fear of falling slowly waned, allowing him to take in the empty park below. His anxiety had faded the longer he was trapped at this great height. But as the meaty bear begins winding a metal rod and the Ferris wheel shudders into languid motion, Douglas finds his attention drawn irresistibly to the mountain of a fur working far beneath. He's far too captivated by the sight of the bear to even think about the fact that he's slowly being lowered to safety, his young mind filled with wonder and admiration.\n\nThe worker continues his efforts, unaware of the young cub's presence, his muscular arms straining as he manually cranks the Ferris wheel. The soft clanking of metal on metal fills the night, a testament to the bear's dedication and skill. And as Douglas watches from above, he feels a strange connection to the solitary, toiling figure below, a sense of kinship that he's never experienced before. He realizes with a start that he is being lowered closer and closer.\n\nAs the Ferris wheel continues its languid rotation, Douglas has mere moments to decide what to do. The massive drop on the opposite side of the carriage is enough to make his heart race with fear again, and he quickly decides that his only option is to exit the front of the carriage as it approaches the platform below. His plan is to slip past the working bear, hoping that his small size and quick movements will allow him to escape unnoticed; he’s quite practiced at slipping past slow adults. His tail puffs up in anticipation, making him look even larger than his otherwise unimpressive size.\n\nBut as he glances towards the bear again, Douglas's heart nearly stops in his chest. The gruff male is no longer focused on his work. Instead, he's looking directly at Douglas, his eyes narrowed in a mixture of surprise and concern. Douglas's mind races, trying to come up with a new plan, but he's frozen in place, his eyes locked with the bear's. The moment seems to stretch on forever, the only sound is the soft clanking of the Ferris wheel's gears. Maybe it’s time to play his trump card.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nGus watches with growing concern as the carriage descends, his heart pounding in his chest. He can see the fear and desperation in the little squirrel’s wide eyes, and it strikes a chord within him, a reminder of his own troubled past. As much as he wants to call out to the cub, to demand that he stay put until he can get him down safely, he knows that startling him could lead to a dangerous situation. Instead, he slows his cranking, his movements deliberate and calm, hoping to convey a sense of safety and security.\n\nAs the carriage continues its descent, Gus prepares himself for the cub to bolt, ready to nab the youth quickly so he doesn't hurt himself in the process. But as the distance between them lessens, something changes in the air between them, a flicker of understanding and unspoken connection that surprises Gus.\n\nWhen the carriage finally reaches the bottom, Gus is surprised to find that youth doesn't make a run for it. Instead, the young cub waits patiently for the large bear to open the door, his eyes wide and innocent. As the door swings open, a soft, meek voice squeaks out, \"Thank you, mister. I thought I was gonna be stuck forever. You wouldn’t believe how long I was stuck up there.\" The words tumble out of his mouth quicker than Gus can process, and for a moment, he's taken aback. “I’m so glad you came along to help me.”\n\nAnd before Gus can respond, the squirrel continues, his voice taking on a more urgent tone. \"My parents are probably frantic and waiting for me at the gate. Bye.\" With that, the lost cub look vanishes from his face, replaced by a mischievous grin. And in an instant, the squirrel makes a mad dash to slip past Gus, his small body darting around the bear's legs with surprising speed.\n\nDespite being caught off guard by the youngster’s sudden change in demeanor, Gus's instincts kick in, honed by years of working security. With a shift of his stance, one massive thigh is planted firmly in the young cub's path. He wraps a meaty arm around Douglas's midsection, spinning to slow the cub's momentum and pull him close to his chest.\n\n\"Calm down, little one,\" Gus rumbles, doing his best to make his deep bass voice softer and more soothing. \"If they've waited this long, one more minute couldn't hurt.\" He knows that if there had been a report of a missing cub, the park would be swarming with workers and cops in order to find him. Something is definitely amiss, and the cub's smirk belies some other truth that needs to be sought out.\n\nBut the cub is having none of it. \"No. I need to go,\" he whines, still struggling in Gus's grip. \"They'll beat me for being out so late.\" His eyes alight on Gus's security cap, and for a moment, fear returns, making him struggle more. \"They hate me.\"\n\nGus holds the cub in a bear hug, tight enough to hold him in check but not so tight as to squeeze the life out of him. \"Shhh,\" he whispers, trying to soothe the young cub. \"No one's going to hurt you. It's my job to make sure that doesn't happen.\" As he starts to relax, Gus lessens his hold ever so slightly.\n\n\"I'm Gus. What's your name, little guy?\" he asks, his voice still soothing and gentle. He can feel the squirrel’s heart racing beneath his fur, the rapid beat a testament to the fear and anxiety coursing through him and fluttering against Gus’s own steady heartbeat. But as the moments pass and the youth realizes that Gus is not going to let him go, a flicker of hope sparks in his eyes, a silent plea for understanding and help.\n\nGus feels his own heart soften, a sense of protectiveness washing over him. He knows that he cannot let this young cub go, not without making sure he's safe and cared for. As they stand there in the deserted park, the night sky stretching out above them, Gus realizes that this encounter may be the start of something new and unexpected, a chance to make a difference in a young life. With a deep breath, he looks down at the squirrel, his eyes filled with warmth and concern.\n\nAs the tension begins to dissipate, a little smile creeps into Douglas's face. \"I'm Douglas, but my friends call me Douggie,\" he says, his voice still shy but with a hint of warmth.\n\nGus does his best to smile back, trying to put the young cub at ease. \"Well, Douglas, it's nice to meet you,\" he rumbles, his deep voice a comforting rumble. \"Let me know when you're ready to call me a friend.\" He tries to wink, but it comes out more like a twitch, a testament to his lack of practice in the art of smiling and friendly gestures.\n\nBut Douglas's smile quickly disappears, replaced by a look of fear and uncertainty. \"You're not gonna call the cops?\" he asks, his voice tentative and full of worry.\n\nGus shakes his head, a reassuring look on his face. \"Did you steal something? Or hurt someone?\" Douglas shakes his head quickly, his paws balling into fists at his sides. \"Then, I guess there's no reason to call the cops.\"\n\nWith a gentle touch, Gus sets the cub down, sensing that he's no longer in danger of running off. \"How about I get you back to your folks? They aren't really gonna beat you, are they?\"\n\nDouglas's shoulders slump, his meek voice barely above a whisper. \"Prolly not,\" he admits. \"But...\"\n\nGus nods, his eyes filled with understanding. \"...They aren't waiting for you at the gate, are they?\" he asks knowingly.\n\nDouglas looks down at his paws, his voice even smaller now. \"I kinda snuck out. They prolly don't know I'm even gone.\"\n\nGus takes a deep breath, his mind racing with the implications of Douglas's admission. He knows that he can't just send him back to an uncaring home, not without knowing that the cub will be safe and cared for. But he also knows that he can't keep Douglas with him, not without breaking the law and risking both of their futures.\n\nAs the weight of the situation settles over them, Gus reaches out and ruffles Douglas's fur, his touch gentle and reassuring. \"Alright, Douglas,\" he says, his voice growing more warm and comforting. \"How about you give me a hand fixing this Ferris wheel, and I'll take you home at dawn?\" It's a compromise he's willing to live with, and maybe a chance to get to know this wild little cub better. Plus, every kid needs to learn responsibility and purpose after all.\n\nDouglas looks at the gear box with bewilderment, his voice unsure. \"I've never fixed a Ferris wheel before,\" his eyes wide and curious. \n\nGus chuckles, a deep rumble in his chest. \"How about you hold this flashlight for me? That'll be a big help.\" He reaches down and hands Douglas a heavy maglight flashlight, their size difference very evident as Gus's massive paw meets Douglas's smaller one during the hand-off. It would take at least three or four of the young cub's paws to match Gus's own.\n\n\"Just point it over here while I scope out the problem,\" Gus instructs, pointing to the innards of the gear box. \"It's probably the hydraulics again. This old girl has seen better days and could use a major overhaul.\"\n\nWith Douglas pointing the flashlight and Gus guiding him, he is able to see that one of the hydraulic cables has indeed sprung a leak – not a big one, but enough to slow the machinery down. Gus reaches in with both massive paws, trying to get at the hose to find the source of the leak.\n\nAs Douglas shines the light on Gus's work, he watches with awe and admiration, his young mind marveling at the bear's strength and skill. The night air is still and quiet, save for the occasional clang of tools and the soft rustle of fur as they work together, a strange but fitting partnership.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nDouglas is relieved that Gus doesn't ask too many questions, and the promise of a lift home before his parents wake up will definitely help him sneak back into the trailer he shares with them. It's not like they really beat him, but he feels more like a burden to them than a son, but he’d rather not be caught all the same.\n\nAs he holds the flashlight for Gus, Douglas finds himself enjoying the task, glad to be helping in some small way. The night air is cool and refreshing, a welcome change from the stuffy trailer he's used to. Working with Gus feels like a dream come true, a chance to be useful and valuable in a way his father never seemed interested in.\n\nBut then, he hears Gus grunt, a sound of annoyance rather than pain. At first, Douglas thinks he's done something wrong, but the bear quickly explains. \"I've sorta got myself stuck here. The chain on my wrist is caught, and I don't dare let go of the hydraulic line right now.\"\n\nDouglas repositions the flashlight, trying to see what Gus is talking about, but the bear's bulky forearms make it difficult to point the light inside the box. He can hear the bear rummaging around, trying to find a solution to his predicament.\n\nFinally, Gus says, \"Think you could help me out? Hand me my pliers.\" He must have noticed the bewildered look on Douglas's face, as he quickly adds, \"They're in my pocket.\"\n\nAs Douglas reaches into the pocket of Gus's coveralls, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he's unsure of what he's looking for. He doesn’t know what pliers are. His small paw easily slides into the opening as the pocket is larger in comparison to the ones in his shorts. He's surprised to feel warm fur beneath his paw pads, far different from the fabric of his own pockets. \n\nHe begins to search for the tool Gus mentioned, his paw questing through the soft, damp fur until he finds something warm and cylindrical nestled deep within the pocket. It doesn't feel like a tool, but Douglas presses his paw into it anyway, hoping that he's found what he's looking for.\n\nSuddenly, Gus barks out hurriedly, \"Not that pocket!\" His voice is filled with surprise and something else Douglas can't quite identify. The young cub freezes, unsure of what to do next. He knows he's done something wrong, but he's not quite sure what. \n\nThe warm, furry \"tool\" in his paw seems to grow hotter and more firm, expanding beneath his touch. It's definitely getting bigger, and the tip of it rolls back, revealing something hard and fleshy that presses against his paw pad. Realization fully dawns on Douglas as he realizes what he's been touching: Gus's private parts. His wiener.\n\nHe should be horrified, he should jerk his paw back and apologize for his mistake, but instead he finds himself marveling at the size and warmth of Gus's member. It's so different from his own small little pee-pee and for a moment, Douglas can't help but shiver in excitement knowing he was touching something so grown-up and mysterious. And he longed to see it.\n\nBut as quickly as the thought enters his mind, it's replaced by a wave of guilt and embarrassment. He shouldn't be touching Gus like this, no matter how curious he is. With a deep breath, Douglas quickly withdraws his paw, his heart racing with shame and confusion. He looks up at Gus, his eyes wide and apologetic, unsure of what to say or do next.\n\nBefore Douglas has time to react or apologize, Gus yanks his beefy paw out of the gear box, and a warm spurt of reddish fluid jets out, splattering across his torso and soaking his tee-shirt. He’s not the only one hit by the strange, stinky liquid. it also sprays onto Gus, who mutters a guttural, \"Shit\" as he wipes his paw across the front of his coveralls.\n\n“I meant this pocket.” Gus quickly reaches back and retrieves a strange, pincer-like tool from his back pocket, diving back into the gear box with it in his paw. He twists and turns, trying to stem the flow of the foul-smelling liquid, his brow furrowed in concentration.\n\nAs Douglas watches the scene unfold, he feels tears welling up at the corners of his eyes. Gus hadn’t sounded angry, but then again his father never sounds angry at first. He fights back the urge to cry and run away, berating himself for being so naughty and irresponsible. He was supposed to be helping, not causing more problems by touching things he shouldn't. He knows he's just a bad boy, just like his dad always said, but at the same time, the feeling of connection and warmth he felt when he touched Gus's wiener was so wonderful.\n\nDouglas's young mind is filled with confusion and guilt, unsure of what to do or say. He wants to apologize, to make things right, but he's afraid of what Gus might think of him now. As the bear continues to work, his face set in a mask of determination, Douglas takes a deep breath and makes a decision.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" he whispers, his voice shaky and uncertain. \"I didn't mean to... to touch you like that. I know it was wrong, and I... I just want to help. Please don't be mad at me.\"\n\nGus pauses, his paw still buried in the gear box, and looks down at the young cub. His eyes are soft and understanding, and he gives a small smile. \"It's alright, Douglas,\" he says, his voice gentle. \"I know you didn't mean any harm. Let's just focus on getting this fixed, and then we can talk more about what happened.\"\n\n[center]* * * [/center]\n\nGus focuses on finding the loose hydraulic line, trying to ignore the sound of Douglas sniffing back tears behind him. \"How about you hold that flashlight up again for me, buddy?\" he prompts, hoping to give the young cub a task to refocus his attention.\n\nInside, Gus is far from angry; surprised, yes, but also filled with a deep, aching desire. The feel of Douglas's small paw wrapping around his cock is something he's only ever dreamed about, a secret fantasy that he's never dared to act on. Even as a curious cub himself, he had longed for it, but none of his friends seemed to share the same dark desires that he did. And now, with the young cub's touch still burning like a brand on his flesh, he finds himself wanting more, needing more, despite the voice in his head telling him it's wrong.\n\nHe tries to lose himself in the work, to focus on the task at hand and push away the thoughts that threaten to overwhelm him. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't shake the memory of Douglas's touch and the way his cock responded to the cub's innocent exploration.\n\nWith Douglas holding the flashlight in place, Gus finds the issue: a loose fitting coupling that he's able to tighten and get the hydraulic system back in working order. He'll need to flush the system later, but for now, the Ferris wheel is repaired enough to get through tomorrow’s labor, and he can turn his attention back to the young cub.\n\nAs he turns to announce the job is finished, he gets his first good look at Douglas. There are definitely tears in the cub's eyes, but he dutifully holds the flashlight in both paws, despite that they had gotten slick with the hydraulic fluid. The stain on his small chest looks a bit obscene, and Gus can't help but imagine that it's some other fluid instead.\n\n\"All finished,\" Gus beams at Douglas, trying to keep his voice light and cheerful. \"Thanks for your help. I couldn't have done it without you.\"\n\nFor a moment, they stand in silence with the weight of what had happened hanging between them. Gus knows that he should say something, should apologize for his own part in the incident and reassure Douglas that everything is alright. But the words stick in his throat, trapped by the desire and confusion that still swirls inside him.\n\nInstead, he reaches out and gently takes the flashlight from Douglas's paws and slips it into a loop on his waist as he kneels down to the cub's level. \"Douglas,\" he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. \"I know what happened was... unexpected. But I want you to know that I'm not upset with you. I... I don’t mind that you touched me there. It’s okay. Really.\"\n\nDouglas looks up at him, his eyes wide and uncertain, but there's a bit of hope there too, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance. And as Gus looks into those eyes, he knows that he's crossed a line, that he's feeling things he shouldn't be feeling. But he also knows that he can't turn back now, that that touch had awakened some bond between them that was too strong to be broken by something as simple as right and wrong.\n\nGus knows that he needs to address the situation, to find a way to help Douglas feel more at ease and comfortable around him. \"How about we go get cleaned up? We both look a mess,\" he suggests, pointing out the ruddy splotches on his own coveralls.\n\nThe young squirrel just nods, letting Gus lead him back towards the park entrance. He can sense the uncertainty and apprehension coming from the cub, but he also feels a growing connection between them, a sense of understanding and shared experience that goes beyond words. It kindles a hope that maybe the cub enjoyed that brief touch as much as he did.\n\nTo lighten the mood, Gus raises a broad eyebrow conspiratorially. \"I'm sure we can find you something to wear from the lost and found. Maybe even some park merch.\"\n\n\"Really?\" Douglas sounds a bit more enthusiastic than Gus expected. \"You mean I can keep it?\"\n\n\"Your choice at anything you want in the locker,\" Gus promises, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. \"I owe you a big one for helping me out tonight. I don't know if I could have fixed that ol' girl without you. You can take whatever you want.\"\n\nAs they wind their way through the maze of amusements and games, Gus can feel the tension slowly easing from Douglas's small form. The cub's eyes are bright and curious, taking in the sights and sounds of the park with a newfound sense of wonder and excitement.\n\nWhen they finally reach the security office, Gus opens the door to reveal the brightly lit room with its bank of security equipment and lockers. Douglas seems stunned by the sight, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. \"Wow,\" he breathes, his voice filled with awe. \"It's like spy equipment.\"\n\nGus chuckles, the sound deep and comforting in the quiet room. \"Well, I don't know about that, but it does help us keep an eye on things.\" He gestures for Douglas to come inside, his massive form filling the doorway and momentarily blocking out the view of light within.\n\nAs Douglas follows the bear into the room, he can't stop spinning as he takes in his surroundings. He looks up at Gus, his eyes filled with gratitude and trust, and for a moment, the world seems to fall away, leaving just the two of them, bound by their shared experience and the growing connection between them.\n\n[center]* * * [/center]\n\nAs Douglas steps into the room, he can't help but feel a sense of safety and protection, as if the very walls of the office are shielding him from the outside world. He looks up at Gus, feeling unexpected gratitude and trust, and he lets himself forget the troubles that plague him at home.\n\nGus smiles down at him, his eyes soft and warm, and Douglas feels hope growing stronger inside him; a sense that maybe, just maybe, he's found the protector and friend he's always longed for. And as they move deeper into the office, towards the lockers and the promise of clean clothes, he feels his life may have changed in ways they never could have imagined but definitely for the better.\n\nDouglas quivers with excitement as Gus guides him over to a locker filled with lots of odds and ends. \"As promised. Take as much as you want. I'm sure there's something you would probably like in there.\" Douglas doesn't hesitate, rummaging through the discarded articles of clothing, most were adult-sized, but a few that seem like they might fit him. He spots a funny t-shirt depicting Smokey Bear seeming to put out a campfire by peeing on it with his famous slogan beneath it. He definitely wants that one. There are even some older model cell phones that look tempting; he's never had a phone of his own.\n\nGlancing over at Gus, Douglas is about to ask if he could have one of those phones, but he stops before he can ask. The bear is standing near another open locker, unzipping his stained coveralls. As the zipper parts, Douglas can't help but stare at the dark fur and the small patch of grey blossoming in the center of Gus's beefy chest.\n\nGus seems even taller in the confines of the office, his head nearly brushing the ceiling. He’d easily hit it if he jumped. Douglas can't help but marvel at the bear's size, his eyes traveling over the heavily muscled arms, now exposed as the bear pulled out of the sleeves, each of which is nearly as thick around as he is.\n\nBut what really catches Douglas's attention is the way the coveralls sag without the bear's massive shoulders keeping them up. The open zipper reveals even more of Gus's chest and stomach, the latter protruding like a large, ripe watermelon. It doesn't look soft and squishy, though. Instead, it appears firm, muscled and inviting, and Douglas longs to touch it.\n\nAt the base of Gus's stomach is a tuft of fur, thicker than that on his chest, and Douglas can't help but remember how that fur felt against his paw when he reached into the bear's pocket earlier. His heart races as he thinks about what he found in there, the warm, firm flesh that seemed to respond to his touch. He knows he shouldn't be thinking about it, but he can't help himself. There's something about Gus that draws him in, makes him want to get closer and explore every inch of the bear's powerful form.\n\nAs the moments stretch on and the air between him and the bear seems to grow thick with tension, Douglas feels a sense of longing and yearning building inside him, a desire to bridge the gap between them. He knows that it's wrong, that he should be afraid, but somehow, with Gus, everything feels different. Almost like it's meant to be. And as he takes a tentative step closer to the bear, his heart pounding in his chest, he knows that there's no going back now that he’d taken that first step, that whatever happens next will change the course of his life forever.\n\n\"Did you see something you like?\" Gus asks, his voice breaking the silence. Douglas freezes as his resolve crumbles. He realizes that not only has he been staring at the bear's chest and stomach, his eyes wide and his heart racing, but he had been prepared to touch the bear again. He manages a small grunt in response, his voice tiny and unsure again.\n\nGus rubs one of his massive paws over his chest and down to his muscled belly, where he encounters the sticky fluid that had sprayed them earlier. \"I think I'm gonna need a shower,\" he mutters, holding up his paw to examine the substance. \"This stuff seems to have gotten everywhere.\"\n\nFinally, Gus looks over at Douglas, his eyes meeting the young cub's gaze. Douglas can see something in the bear's expression, maybe the bear knows what he was about to do. It makes his heart skip a beat. It's as if Gus is making a decision, weighing the consequences of his actions in the quiet of the office.\n\nAnd then, with a soft tinkle of metal, the zippers on Gus's coveralls hit the floor as the bear steps out of his clothing. Douglas's eyes widen even further as he takes in the sight of Gus's nudity, his curiosity and desire warring with his fear and uncertainty.\n\nHe can't help but look down at Gus's wiener, which is even bigger than he imagined when he touched it earlier. Even soft in its sheath, it's as thick around as Douglas's arm is. Maybe even thicker. The dense fur that surrounds the plump holster hints at the incredible size of Gus's manhood, and Douglas feels a shiver run down his spine as he imagines what it would look like when it got hard again.\n\nBut what really catches his attention are the bear's massive balls, which swing gently as Gus steps out of his coveralls. They're so big, dwarfed only by the bear's impressive bulk, and Douglas can't help but stare in awe. The dense fur travels down to surround the giant bear balls, which glistens with collected sweat, a testament to the bear’s masculinity.\n\nAnd then, the scent hits him. It's the pure essence of maleness, a musky yet clean smell that fills Douglas's nostrils and sets his heart racing. It's not the sour milk smell of his mom or the sickly-sweet, alcohol smell that wafts from his dad every night. This is something else entirely, something that speaks to the very core of his being.\n\nAs he stands there, his senses overwhelmed by the sight and smell of Gus in all his glory, Douglas feels a wave of emotion wash over him. There's fear and uncertainty, yes, but there's also a deep, aching need, a desire to be close to the bear, to touch and explore and lose himself in Gus's powerful presence.\n\nHe knows that it's wrong, that he should be running away, but somehow, it feels right, like it's meant to be, and as he takes another tentative step closer to the bear, his heart pounding in his chest, he knows that there's no going back now. He knows he won’t stop this time.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nAs Douglas takes a tentative step closer, Gus watches him intently, his heart racing with anticipation. The cub's small paw reaches out towards him, shaking slightly as he gets closer. Gus stands fully upright, his massive form dwarfing the young squirrel even more than before. Douglas's head barely reaches above his waist, making him feel even larger and more imposing than usual.\n\nGus widens his stance, waiting for the inevitable touch, the touch he longs for but knows he must let Douglas initiate. It has to be the cub's choice, he decided moments ago, and now, as Douglas's paw makes contact with his muscular stomach, he knows that the choice has been made.\n\nDouglas's bushy tail quivers in anticipation, the soft fur rustling as the cub's paw digs into the tufts of fur that cover his belly. The bear can feel the little digits tracing a circle around his bulging stomach, the touch sending shivers down his spine and making his heart pound even harder.\n\nAs much as Gus wants to reach out and pull Douglas closer, to envelop the young cub in his powerful embrace, he knows that he must let Douglas set the pace, let him explore and touch and discover at his own speed. And so, as he feels the cub's paw moving lower, heading towards the thick fur that surrounds his groin, he silently pleads for his cock to stay soft, to not frighten Douglas away before they can see where this will take them.\n\nThe air in the room grows thick with tension, the only sound is the soft rasps of breath and the pounding of their hearts. And as Douglas's paw finally brushes against the soft sheath that holds Gus's manhood, the bear closes his eyes, his breath catching in his throat.\n\nGus tries to keep himself from getting hard, seeking out every unsexy image he can think of to distract himself from the touch of Douglas's small paw. But the cub's tentative exploration keeps worming its way back into his thoughts, and he can feel himself plumping up under Douglas's curious fingers, his sheath growing tight and hot.\n\n\"I don't mind if you touch me, little guy,\" Gus reassures him, his voice soft and deep. \"I wish I had an older friend when I was your age that would let me explore like you are.\"\n\nAt Gus's words, Douglas hesitates for a moment, but then his curiosity seems to get the better of him. As Gus opens his eyes and looks down, he sees the little squirrel ogling his sheath, the cub's paws moving lower to touch his big balls.\n\n\"Really?\" Douglas asks, his voice filled with wonder and excitement. \"You liked looking at wiennies too?\" A broad smile stretches across the cub's face as he takes in the sight of Gus's impressive package. But he doesn’t give Gus a chance to respond before saying, \"And your balls are so big. I didn't know they could get so big.\"\n\n\"Well, I'm a big guy,\" Gus explains, a hint of amusement in his voice. \"So everything about me is pretty big, I guess.\"\n\n\"And your muscles are so big too,\" Douglas breathes, his other paw reaching up to touch Gus's thigh. He pushes against the thick muscle, testing its strength through the softer layers of fur and fat. \"I wish I was as big and strong as you.\"\n\nGus feels a surge of pride and affection at Douglas's words, a deep yearning to protect and nurture the young cub, to help him grow and become strong. As Douglas continues to explore Gus's body, the bear's arousal grows, his sheath becoming slick with precum as his cock begins to harden. The bulbous glans emerges from its furry prison, glistening with moisture as the dark red, almost black flesh points directly at the cub's face.\n\nDouglas stares openly, his maw forming an O of astonishment as more and more of Gus's impressive manhood is revealed, inch by inch. The bear's cock is a thing of wonder, a symbol of his power and masculinity, and Douglas stares in awe as it grows and hardens before his eyes. Douglas leans in a bit to sniff at Gus’s package, his eyes growing slightly glossy as he inhales the bear’s musk.\n\nGus knows that if he doesn't slow things down, he might just unleash his load right onto Douglas's face, the cub's reactions to his body are so erotic and tantalizing. He's never had anyone look at him quite this way before, and the sight of Douglas's wide eyes and parted lips is enough to drive him wild with desire. He was getting so turned on just by the cub worshipping his body.\n\n\"How 'bout you help me out in the shower?\" Gus suggests, his voice deep and gravelly with need. \"I'm sure you could use a bit of cleaning up yourself, buddy.\" He reaches down and gently helps Douglas remove his shirt, his large paws careful not to frighten or overwhelm the young cub.\n\nAs the shirt comes off, Douglas's small, furry body is revealed, his slender frame and flat chest a sharp contrast to Gus's bulk and power. But the bear doesn't see the differences between them. All he sees is the beauty and perfection of the young cub, the innocence and desire that shines in his eyes.\n\nWith Douglas's shirt out of the way, Gus reaches down and tugs at the snaps on the cub's shorts, first unfastening the one that holds the strap around his big bushy tail, and then the one in the front with its promised treasures. The zipper is a bit more of a challenge, its small size making it difficult for Gus's thick digits to grasp, but with one gruff tug on each of the side flaps, it releases, and the shorts fall to the floor.\n\nTo Gus's surprise, Douglas isn't wearing anything underneath, and the young squirrel blushes furiously as his secret is revealed. Gus doesn't comment on the fact that the cub seems to enjoy going commando, instead focusing his attention on the little red-furred sheath beneath.\n\nIt's so minuscule and slender-looking, even on the small frame of the cub. Gus can't help but stare in fascination as he takes in the sight of Douglas's tiny sheath, wondering at the secrets and pleasures it holds. The empty-looking sack beneath it is pulled so tightly against the young squirrel's body that it might be unnoticed if Gus wasn't looking for it.\n\nDouglas is shivering, whether from the cool AC or the embarrassment of being naked in front of a relative stranger, Gus doesn't know. But he reaches out with one big paw, gently stroking the cub's naked chest and belly, his voice soft and soothing as he murmurs, \"So cute.\"\n\nHe lets his paw wander further south, grazing the little cubhood and causing Douglas to gasp and shiver even more. Gus knows that he should be careful, that he shouldn't push too hard or too fast, but the sight of Douglas's tiny, perfect body is too much for him to resist, and with every touch, every stroke of his paw, he feels his desire for the young cub growing stronger and more powerful.\n\n\"Come on, Douggie,\" Gus murmurs, holding out his hand to the cub. \"Let's get cleaned up, and then we can talk more about... about everything.\"\n\nDouglas nods, his eyes still wide and full of wonder, and takes Gus's hand, his small paw disappearing in the bear's massive grip. Together, they head towards the small connected bathroom. It’s just enough room for a toilet, sink, and showerhead. It’s not really a proper shower stall, as a drain in the center of the room acts as the reservoir for the water. \n\nGus starts the water, the lukewarm spray hitting his back as he attempts to maneuver in the cramped space of the shower. \"It's a bit tight in here,\" he rumbles, his voice echoing off the tiled walls. It’s a very small room for the bear by himself, and even smaller now that he was sharing it with Douglas. Not that he minded being close to the cub.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nGus tucks his big paws under Douglas's armpits and easily lifts him to stand on the toilet seat, giving the young cub a better view of the shower and the bear himself. Even with the extra height, Douglas is barely at chest height with Gus, but he's used to being much smaller than everyone around him anyway. And from his new vantage point, he can't help but admire the bear's arms and chest, the muscles rippling beneath the dark fur.\n\n\"I can't believe how strong you are,\" Douglas breathes, his paws already pressed against Gus's chest to help steady himself. The bear's pectorals feel massive under his small paws. \"I think your boobs are bigger than my mom's,\" he says, his cheeks blushing bright red at the comparison.\n\nGus chuckles, the sound deep and warm, and reaches up to pat Douglas's small head. \"Well, we bears are pretty big, aren't we?\" he says, his eyes twinkling with amusement. \"And you know, you're pretty strong yourself. It takes a lot of courage to do what you did tonight, sneaking into the park and helping me with the Ferris wheel.\"\n\nDouglas beams at the praise, his chest puffing out with pride. \"Really?\" he asks, his voice small and unsure. \"You think I'm strong?\"\n\nGus nods, his expression serious. \"I do. Maybe not as physically strong as me, but strong in your own way,\" he says, his voice deep and certain. \"And I think you're going to grow up to be a really amazing adult.\"\n\nDouglas is practically vibrating under the praise, his body humming with a newfound sense of self-worth and pride. No one has ever talked to him the way Gus does – not talking down to him like a kid, but more like an equal. It makes him feel all tingly inside, and as he glances down, he realizes that his pee-pee has gotten hard. The slender pink flesh is poking out of his sheath, the tip of it being tickled by the fur of Gus's muscle gut.\n\nDouglas can't help but notice that Gus has gotten harder since they were in the bathroom too. The bear's massive cock is definitely bigger around than his thin arms, and it juts out between Douglas's legs like a dark red spire. It's even longer than the cub's forearm. Douglas can't help but tap the side of it with his knee, watching as the turgid manhood bounces from side to side, the hefty weight of it smacking against his other knee.\n\nGus smiles and winks down at him. \"Damn thing is always getting in the way,\" he says, his voice deep and gravelly. \"How 'bout you help me get cleaned up?\" He doesn't give Douglas a chance to reply before thrusting a bottle of Mane 'n Tail shampoo into his paw. \"Looks like all we got is soap for horses.\"\n\nDouglas takes the bottle with a small, nervous smile, his heart racing at the thought of helping Gus clean himself. He's never done anything like this before, but he wants to please the bear, to show him how much he appreciates his kindness and affection.\n\nAs Gus tilts his head back and scrubs a big paw through his thick fur, Douglas begins to work the shampoo into a lather, his small paws rubbing and massaging the bear's powerful muscles. The scent of the shampoo fills the air, the clean, fresh smell mixing with the musky, masculine scent that seems to surround Gus like a warm, comforting embrace.\n\nAnd as they wash and rinse, their bodies sliding against each other in the warm, wet space, Douglas feels a sense of closeness and connection that goes beyond words. It's the kind of bond that he had only dreamed off before. Sort of like the bond of father and son that he has always ached for. Yet, somehow even stronger.\n\nGus puts his hands on his hips, letting Douglas work as the cub scrubs and massages his way over the bear's thick fur. Gus's huge manhood pumps upward, fighting against its own weight. Tthe tip of it tapping Douglas's little balls as if growing impatient to be cleaned as well. Douglas doesn't disappoint, wasting no time in slathering the immense length with shampoo, eliciting a deep, rumbling grunt of appreciation from Gus.\n\n\"That feels so good, buddy,\" the bear murmurs, his eyes closed in bliss as the young cub works his magic.\n\n\"I like touching your wiener,\" Douglas admits, his cheeks flushed with excitement and pleasure. \"It's so big.\"\n\nGus can't help but chuckle at the cub's innocence and enthusiasm. He gathers Douglas up in his big arms, trapping the cub's small paws against his massive chest as he lifts him up to eye level. Their faces are mere inches apart, the bear's warm breath tickling Douglas's nose as their eyes meet and lock.\n\nSlowly, Gus brings his face even closer, his lips brushing against Douglas's in a soft, chaste kiss. The young squirrel blushes even brighter, his cheeks burning with the intensity of his emotions. He makes an involuntary little chirping noise deep in his throat, his heart racing and his pulse pounding as he experiences his first real kiss with the giant hulk of a bear.\n\n[center]* * * [/center]\n\nFor a moment, the world seems to fall away, and all that exists is the touch of Gus's lips on his own, the warmth and strength of the bear's arms around him, and the feeling that seems to flow between them like a river of molten gold.\n\nAs the heady feeling begins to subside as Gus lowers him back down. Douglas barely registers that the bear has detached the shower head and is hosing them both down, the shampoo and water running down their bodies like rivulets and disappearing into the drain on the floor. The young cub's knees feel weak, and he plops himself down on the toilet seat, trying to catch his breath and make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that are swirling inside him. As he sits there, his heart still racing and his cheeks still flushed, Douglas knows that he has found something special with this big bear.\n\nGus turns back to face Douglas, his mammoth member swaying tantalizingly before the young squirrel's vision. The bear's cock is a thing of beauty, every vein that runs through the thick meat visible in intricate detail. And as Douglas looks closer, he notices a strange ring encircling the midpoint of the shaft right at the thickest point; a prominent bump of flesh that serves to make Gus's already impressive shaft even thicker.\n\nHe also notices that the tip of the bear's cock is leaking a viscous fluid, different from the wetness of the water that still clings to their fur. This liquid is thicker, and a long string of it hangs poised on the blunt end of Gus's wiener, glistening in the light. Gus seems to notice it too, his voice rumbling with amusement as he says, \"It looks like I've gotten a bit wet in more ways than one.\"\n\nThe bear reaches down with his big paw, gliding up his shaft as he collects the fluid onto it and brings it to his mouth. His tongue laps at the liquid, and he smiles at the taste. \"It's my pre,\" he explains to Douglas. \"Tastes good. Maybe not as good as honey, but still good in its own way.\"\n\nGus reaches down and squeezes the base of his bear dick with his meaty paw, causing a bit more of the pre to flow out. He looks at Douglas, a playful, inviting smile on his face. \"Wanna try it?\" he suggests, his voice deep and warm.\n\nDouglas doesn't hesitate. This is an open invitation to do something he has wanted to do since seeing Gus's big wiener. He leans in, his tongue extending to lap across the broad glans and the pre that forms a large drop there. As his tongue grazes over the spongy tip and across the slit splitting the bulbous head, he tastes the liquid instantly on his tongue. It's a bit sweet and salty at the same time, but otherwise tasteless.\n\nBut as he savors the flavor, a forbidden, naughty feeling races through Douglas's body, a sense of excitement and danger that only adds to the thrill of the moment. He knows that he is doing something he shouldn't, something that his parents and society would frown upon, but in this moment, with Gus, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.\n\nAs Douglas pulls back, his eyes shining with a new sense of wickedness and pleasure, he sees the same glint in Gus's eyes, the sharing of this intimate moment binding them together more tightly than ever before. Emboldened by the bear's obvious enjoyment, he plunges back in, this time opening his mouth to plant a wet, sloppy kiss on the bear's tip. His tongue dances around the spongy flesh as he sucks a bit more of the liquid, and the barest bit of Gus's head slips past his lips, the forbidden flavor exploding on his taste buds once more.\n\nGus grunts deeply, his voice filled with pleasure and encouragement. \"Damn, boy,\" he says, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. \"That feels amazing. Keep going.\"\n\nA big paw alights gently on top of Douglas's head, not forcing him but encouraging him to continue. With a sense of determination and desire, the young cub opens his mouth even wider, stretching his jaw to accommodate the girth of the bear's glans as he takes it into his maw. He can feel the head of it grazing his teeth slightly as he struggles to get the entirety of it into his mouth, but the sense of connection and purpose he feels make it all worthwhile.\n\nAs he continues to suck and lick at Gus's head, Douglas looks upwards, seeing the wonder and appreciation in the bear's eyes as more of his wiener invades the young cub's mouth. He wants to make Gus feel good, to be a good cub for this fur who allows him to explore and experience the things he has always dreamed of. And as he loses himself in the sensations and the taste of Gus's manhood, he knows that he is exactly where he wants to be, doing exactly what he wants to do.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nGus looks down at the young cub seated on the lid of the toilet, his heart swelling with affection as he watches Douglas attempt to stuff as much of his massive cock into his mouth as he can. The squirrel cub continues to look directly into his eyes, and if he could smile with his mouth full of bear dick, Gus is certain he would be smiling broadly. Douglas seems content and happy, and Gus feels equally as overjoyed as he experiences this dream come true.\n\nThe bear can see that Douglas has barely managed to stretch his jaw wide enough to wedge the head of his cock into his mouth. Drool is running out of the corners of the cub's mouth as he sloppily sucks on the overly large glans, his nose wrinkling with the effort. Gus can't help but murmur encouraging words to the young cub, his voice thick with emotion and desire. \"You really like this, don't you?\" he says, his eyes shining with love and appreciation. \"You love sucking on my big bear cock, don't you?\"\n\nDouglas doesn't need to say anything in reply. The look on his face says it all; the cub is enjoying this as much as Gus is. With a deep sense of connection and purpose, the bear gently cups the back of Douglas's head, guiding him as he suggests, \"Let's see if we can fit a little more in. Breathe in through your nose.\"\n\nAfter Douglas huffs in a big breath, Gus slowly pushes his hips forward, easing a bit more of his shaft past the boy's lips. He watches as the cub's eyes widen with surprise and excitement, and he can't help but groan with pleasure as he feels the warm wetness of Douglas's mouth envelop a bit more of his manhood.\n\nGus continues to rock gently into the cub's maw, doing his best to keep his thrusts slow and steady, but he can feel the beginnings of his cum building, the pressure growing in his loins with every passing second. \"Grab my balls, Dougie,\" he groans, his voice thick with desire. \"Give 'em a squeeze if I get a little too rough.\"\n\nDouglas's paws encircle Gus's big sack, his digits gripping the soft, heavy flesh as if it were a lifeline. It takes both of the young cub's paws to even attempt to wrap around the girth of the bear's balls, but Douglas holds on tight, his eyes fixed on Gus's cock as it swells and grows even harder in his mouth.\n\nGus's gentle humps start to become a little more erratic as he tries to push in deeper, his need and desire overtaking his senses. Douglas's eyes widen slightly at the increased pressure, his jaw stretching to the limit as his cheeks puff out and sink in with the motion of suckling down the flow of precum the bear is producing.\n\nGus can feel his cock head attempting to push deeper and into the cub's throat, the tight, wet grip of those tonsils squeezing and massaging the sensitive flesh. But the resistance is too great, and Gus knows that there is still a little over an inch to go before he can get his medial ring past the young cub's lips.\n\n\"I'm gonna pop any second,\" Gus groans, his eyes rolling back in his head with the sheer pleasure of the moment. \"Fuck, your mouth is so tight.\" He pulls back a bit more than before and pumps his hips forward, driving the cub's head back with the force of his thrusts.\n\nGus feels Douglas gag slightly on his cock, the fluttering of the cub's throat muscles against his sensitive head nearly causing him to lose control and spill his seed right then and there. But if Douglas is overwhelmed by the more forceful thrusts, he doesn't show it. Instead, he continues to knead and massage the bear's balls, driving Gus even further to the edge of ecstasy.\n\n\"Just a little more, Dougie,\" Gus encourages, his voice a guttural growl as he feels the first spasms of his cum building in his loins, the pressure growing with every thrust. \"Just a little more, and I'll give you a reward you'll never forget.\"\n\nDouglas seems to sense that something is about to happen, even if he doesn't quite know what. The young cub tilts his head slightly to the side, allowing Gus to slip a little deeper into his throat. The giant head of his cock ramming its way past tight muscles and his medial ring brushing against the cub's little teeth.\n\nFor a moment, Gus is transported to a place of pure bliss and wonder, the feeling of Douglas's throat muscles clenching around his sensitive head unlike anything he has ever experienced before. The cub has managed to take his cock deeper than anyone else has ever done, and the years – no, decades – of pent-up desire to deflower a cute little cub finally take their toll on his libido.\n\n\"Swallow it all, baby,\" Gus groans, his voice thick with desire and need. He feels his shaft pulse and swell as a stream of hot bear cum barrels its way down his piss slit, and he erupts deep in the cub's maw with a guttural roar.\n\nHis orgasm racks his whole body in shudders, the first blast setting off a fresh round of gagging from Douglas. The years of repressed lust would be too much for anyone to handle, but the spasms convulsing through the young cub's throat only enhance Gus's pleasure, driving him wild with ecstasy.\n\nDouglas twists out of his grasp and pulls back, easing the pressure on his throat and causing Gus's cock to unsheathe from his maw with a wet slurp. It quickly swells and pumps out another volley of hot bear semen which arches up before falling onto Douglas's face, the thick, creamy fluid coating his cheeks and dripping down to smear over the cub's immature chest.\n\nGus's cock continues to throb in time with his heartbeat, smaller bursts of cum oozing from the tip as Douglas seems to have caught his breath. The young squirrel cub dives back down, engulfing the bear's sensitive manhood once more, his tongue lapping at the last dregs of cum as he swallows it down greedily.\n\nDouglas's little paws work to pump more cum from Gus's balls, his fingers squeezing and massaging the soft, heavy flesh as if trying to extract every last drop of the bear's essence. The cub's hands are soon coated in the viscous, white fluid, his fingers glistening with the evidence of their passion and desire.\n\nAs Douglas continues to suckle and lap at Gus's cock, the bear reaches down and gently strokes the cub's head, his fingers tangling in the soft, red fur as he murmurs words of encouragement and praise. \"You did so well, baby,\" he rumbles, his voice thick with emotion. \"You made me feel so good. Better than I've ever felt before.\"\n\nAnd as Douglas looks up at him, his eyes shining with trust and newfound purpose, Gus knows that this is really just the beginning of their journey together. \"How about we get you cleaned up next?\" he suggests, his voice gentle and warm. \"I've gotten you a bit dirty.\"\n\nGus winces slightly as he languishes to pull his cock from the cub's maw, his sensitive flesh still throbbing and a bit tender from their intense session. His massive bear cock has softened slightly and flagged under its own weight, but Gus knows that it won't be long before he's ready for more.\n\nHe reaches down and gently lifts Douglas to his feet, cradling the young cub against his broad chest as he murmurs words of affection and gratitude. \"And thanks again, Douggie,\" he rumbles, his voice thick with emotion. \"You are a very special boy.\"\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nFor Douglas, the experience they just shared was incredible, and he can't help but beam with pride as he snuggles against Gus's big bear chest. \"That was so much fun,\" he says, his voice filled with wonder and excitement. \"Your white stuff tasted weird, but really good. Can we do it again?\"\n\nGus's responding laugh comes out in barks and grunts, which only serves to make Douglas giggle himself. \"Yeah, we can do that again,\" the bear replies after he catches his breath. “You really like the taste of my cum, don’t you?|\n\nHe sets the cub back down and begins to lather him up from head to toe in shampoo. The big bear's paws tickle the young squirrel all over, sending him into another fit of laughter. “It was like sour cream,” Douglas struggles out between bursts of laughter. \n\nThat is, until Gus's paws make contact with the hard little spike that juts out from Douglas's midsection. The sensation leaves the cub gasping for air, his body trembling with pleasure and excitement as he gets suddenly very serious. \"It feels really good when you wash me there,\" he says, shuddering slightly as the bear continues to wash his pee-pee, letting it slip between his big digits and stroking its meager inches.\n\n\"Do you like how it feels, Douglas?\" Gus asks, his voice deep and warm. \"This is how it felt for me too, when you were touching me.\"\n\nAll Douglas can do is nod in agreement, his body overwhelmed by the new sensations and the pleasure that courses through him. \"Yeah, it feels really good, doesn't it?\" Gus continues, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Let’s see if this feels just as good.”\n\nAnd then, with a sudden spin, Gus turns Douglas around and begins to rub his paw under the squirrel's tail, the rough pad grazing over his tail hole as he coats it with suds, causing another bout of shivers to race through the young cub's body. Douglas gasps, his heart racing with excitement and anticipation, as he surrenders himself to the bear's gentle ministrations, letting Gus wash and explore every inch of his body.\n\nAs if by its own accord, Douglas's tail arches higher and his body bends, giving Gus better access to that tender part of him that has never felt pleasure like this before. \"I thought you might like that,\" the bear murmurs, one soapy, clawed digit tracing a circle around the rim of Douglas's hole, sending another wave of shivers up the young cub's spine.\n\n\"It feels so naughty when you touch me there,\" Douglas admits, his voice trembling slightly as he surrenders himself to the bear's gentle caresses. He had thought he had reached the peak of joy that Gus's touches could produce, but then the digit presses harder against his hole, and with the aid of the slippery shampoo, it slips inside him.\n\nA wave of warmth explodes in Douglas's belly, the pleasure spreading like wildfire to the very tip of his little wiener. He glances down at the little pink tip, expecting to see something, anything to explain the amazing sensations coursing through his body: sparkles or fireworks or even the white cream like Gus made. Instead, he finds it bobbing wildly, as if trying to expel something, but nothing comes out.\n\nDouglas pants and gasps as his whole body shakes, his mind going cloudy with the intensity of the sensations. He doesn't quite remember what happened after that feeling overpowered him, but he knows that it was something special, something that he will never forget.\n\nWhen the brain fog finally clears, Gus is spraying the last bit of soap from his fur, a big bear paw petting Douglas's head lovingly. The bear's eyes shine with warmth and affection, and Douglas knows that he is safe and cherished even if that sensation left him confused and empty for the moment. But it also left him wanting more.\n\nDouglas glances back at the bear, who towers over him once more, and finds Gus smiling broadly down at him. \"It looks like someone likes having his butt played with,\" the giant says with a mischievous grin.\n\n\"That was amazing,\" Douglas gushes, his voice filled with wonder and excitement. \"It was like sparkles in my belly and in my pee pee. I don't know what happened, but I really liked it.\" That is the absolute truth. He had never felt anything like it before, and he is desperate for more. \"Could you make my butt feel good again?\" he asks, feeling a bit sheepish but determined to get what he wants.\n\nInstead of responding, Gus simply smiles and nods, lifting Douglas by the hips and flipping him around so that he is upside down with his face pressed against Gus's muscle gut, their damp fur tangling together. Douglas grips the bear's forearms in a desperate attempt to not fall, but the large bear seems to have no trouble holding him aloft.\n\nIt takes Douglas a moment to realize the position he is now in, but his knees instinctively bend to hook around the bear's broad shoulders, holding himself in place as he feels Gus's breath graze over his exposed tail hole. For a brief moment, he feels a wave of panic wash over him at what is about to happen, but as Gus's broad tongue laps at his entrance, he melts against the bear's form in ecstasy.\n\nIf that one digit slipping past his rim had felt amazing, then this new sensation blew that completely out of the water. Douglas is chittering and squirming in the bear's grip as his tender tail hole is assaulted by the tongue bath, his little wiener hardening once more against Gus's massive chest.\n\nAs his head hangs lazily, he can't help but spy Gus's big dark red cock throbbing above him. Or is it below him now that he's upside down? He can't think straight, his mind overwhelmed by the pleasure and sloppy sounds of his tender hole being devoured by his new friend. Even now, he begins to wonder if it's possible to get that big wiener in his backside instead of the bear's tongue. The thought is crazy, but he's beyond accepting only what is rational now.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nGus's tongue explodes with the distinctive boy flavor as he digs into Douglas's tail hole like a starving bear at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He certainly feels like he has been starving his entire life, never experiencing joy like he has felt tonight with this young squirrel. He has worked past the shampoo and is now enjoying the subtle taste of pure boy.\n\nHow can he even describe it? It isn't anything distinct, but rather a combination of warmth, coppery flesh, a slight hint of musk, and somehow, grapefruit. He isn't complaining that the cub's ass tastes a little bit fruity. In fact, it's perfect.\n\nDespite cumming a pretty good-sized load not long ago, Gus's big bear cock is hard as ever and clearly wanting to go another round. The litany of chittering and moaning that Douglas is making is driving him wild, and he can feel his own arousal building with every sound the young cub makes. There is one thought that keeps nagging at him. As impossible a task as it seems, what would it feel like to have Douglas's vice-like tailhole around his thick shaft? He can't help but imagine the sensation of the cub's tight muscle gripping him, squeezing him, and driving him wild with pleasure.\n\nSuddenly, he feels Douglas's paws leave his forearms and reach down to guide his impressive cock fully upright. The young squirrel maneuvers it, sandwiching it awkwardly between his belly and the youth's maw, as he slobbers on the crown as if he's trying to get it ready for something more.\n\nGus's heart is racing with anticipation, his mind swirling with the possibilities of what they could do together, and the realization that maybe the cub wants the same thing. He has lube, good quality stuff he uses for late night jerking when he's especially bored, sitting tucked away at the back of a drawer at the security desk. But how can he ask the cub to try something so impossible?\n\n\"Put it in me,\" he hears Douglas groan out against his wet cock head, but he isn't sure his foggy brain can wrap around what the cub is demanding. There's no way he wants the same thing, right? The follow-up plea cinches it: \"Please put your wiener in my butt.\"\n\nGus's body is moving before his head can fully process the request. He guides himself with elbows and knees out the bathroom door and back into the security office. He can't see much with the squirrel's big bushy tail shuddering above his muzzle, but he knows the way. His cock slips out of the boy's grasp, flopping from side to side and dribbling precum on the tiled floor as he makes a beeline towards the desk.\n\nDouglas grips Gus's hips to steady himself, but the cub is bouncing in his grip. Each little bounce drives Gus's wide tongue deeper into the boy's hole, setting off renewed gasps and groans from the cub. The sound is music to Gus's ears, and he can feel his own arousal building with every muffled moan.\n\nAs they make their way across the room, Gus's mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions: excitement, anticipation, desire, and a deep, growing love for the young cub who has captured his heart and soul. He knows that what they are doing is taboo, that society would frown upon their expression of passion, but at this moment, with Douglas, none of that matters. \n\nWhen Gus feels the oversized desk chair bump his knee, he knows they are back in front of the desk. He flips the writhing cub back over and onto his shaky feet, the momentary image of Douglas flailing wildly as he is overturned, broadening Gus's smile at the mirth of the action. The young squirrel is clearly at the mercy of the much larger bear, but Gus reminds himself that it's really Douglas who is calling the shots. \"You don't have to, you know,\" he says, wanting Douglas to understand that he doesn't want to force him into anything.\n\nDouglas takes a moment to steady himself as Gus drops into the big black desk chair, the familiar groan of the seat reminding him that they are in a semi-public place. He scans the bank of monitors to reassure himself that they are alone, seeing only the gentle sway of trees and the pinion flags that litter the park as the wind flows through the deserted midway.\n\n\"I know, silly,\" Douglas says, his smile infectious as he looks up at Gus. \"You've been making my butt feel so good, and I want to make you feel good too.\" The cub's eyes lock onto Gus's big shaft, standing upright against his big belly. \"I bet it'd be fire to feel that in my tailhole.\"\n\nGus chuckles at the squirrel's enthusiasm, his heart swelling with love and affection for the brave and adventurous young cub. \"This ought to help with the burning,\" he says with a wink as he pulls open the desk drawer to grab the bottle of lube. He squirts a good amount onto his paw and hands the bottle to Douglas. \"Put a little under your tail,\" he directs the cub, smearing a good amount over his shaft as well.\n\nAs Douglas follows Gus's instructions, the bear can feel his own arousal building, his cock throbbing with anticipation of the tight, hot hole that awaits him. The young squirrel cub only goads him on further by turning and lifting his tail to expose his already wet tail star. The little pink ring glistens wetly as the cub applies the lube, his eyes sparkling with excitement and desire.\n\n\"You better get up here before I change my mind,\" Gus says, his voice thick with need as he scoots forward on the chair wheels. He wraps one big paw around Douglas's midsection and lifts the small cub easily, bringing him up to his chest. He uses his dry paw to push the red bushy tail aside as it tickles his nose, making him want to sneeze.\n\nNow, Douglas rests with his little rear end against Gus's muscle gut, his body tense with anticipation as he looks down at the bear's throbbing cock. \"How 'bout you guide my big bear cock into that little hole?\" Gus suggests, his voice deep and rumbling with desire.\n\nDouglas nods, his eyes wide with excitement and a hint of fear, but he reaches down and grasps Gus's cock firmly, guiding it towards his wet and waiting tailhole. As the tip of Gus's cock touches the tight, pink ring of Douglas's entrance, they both gasp, their bodies trembling with the anticipation of what will come next.\n\nGus can't help but feel amazingly lucky at finding such an adorable and willing cub in the Ferris wheel tonight. Albeit a little jealous that Douglas is experiencing all the things he wanted to experience at his age, he knows that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a chance to live out his darkest desires and fantasies while still being the protector and caretaker that he knows he can be.\n\nAs the greased glans of his cock slides over the boy's tight pink hole, he feels both like he's reliving his fantasies of his youth and living his fantasies as an adult. He's vicariously living out his darkest desires through Douglas. Yet at the same time, he's never before acted on his attraction to young cubs that blossomed when he reached puberty. Tonight's meeting is a godsend, a blessing from the universe that he will cherish forever.\n\nDouglas finds the right angle for Gus's cock head to sink ever so slightly into the cub, and they both gasp anew. But despite breaching that tight hole ever so slightly, Douglas's depths remain closed to him. He's just too big for the little cub who whines and strains as he attempts to sit on a cock that many adults would consider too big.\n\n\"It won't fit,\" Douglas whines in frustration, his voice cracking with emotion. He seems just as eager to get his boy cherry popped, but Gus knows that it's going to take more than just brute force to make this happen.\n\nAn idea pops into Gus's head, and he reaches a big paw back into the desk drawer that had sat opened and abandoned to his side. The security equipment is a bit dated and still uses tapes to record the camera feeds. For once, he is happy for the fact, as his paw finds the small bottle of head cleaner used to clean the dust for the recorder heads. \"I think this'll help, buddy,\" he says, holding up the bottle and a cotton rag in front of the cub.\n\nGus fumbles the bottle open and dabs a small amount onto the cloth. The heady aroma of chemicals hits the air, and Gus catches the scent of poppers even from that distance. His heart races with anticipation and desire, knowing that this could be the key to unlocking the tight, hot pleasure that awaits him. His head swims as they have the intended effect even on him, even from this distance.\n\nGus brings the damp cloth closer to Douglas's nose, careful not to get the liquid directly onto the cute little pink button. \"It smells weird,\" the squirrel complains at first, turning his head up as far as it will go to look into Gus's face.\n\nGus beams back his most reassuring smile, his eyes crinkling with warmth and affection. \"It'll help you relax,\" he promises, his voice deep and soothing. \"Just take a whiff like you were smelling my balls earlier.\" He guides the cub on what to do, his heart pounding with anticipation and desire. \n\n\"I've never wished for a smaller cock in my life as much as I do right now,\" Gus admits, his voice thick with emotion. “But this should help your little hole open up.”\n\nDouglas takes a tentative sniff at the cloth, his eyes going a little unfocused as the chemicals drive into his nostrils. \"I love your big… cock just the way it is,\" the cub says, seeming to hesitate before saying the naughty word or maybe he's just not used to the way it sits on his tongue.\n\nAs Douglas lets in another shaky breath, Gus feels the tight, vice-like hole loosen around his cock. The head of his cock slips in ever so slightly, Douglas's virgin hole still gripping him insanely tightly, but he slowly sinks deeper into the cub. \"It's going in,\" Gus grunts, his voice deep and rumbling with pleasure and satisfaction.\n\n\"It's so big,\" Douglas whines, his voice tight with emotion. But he doesn't move to stop his little rear end from sliding further down Gus's gut. In fact, the cub reaches up and pulls the cloth in Gus's paw closer to his nose, taking a deep intake of breath as his body sags like a ragdoll, his limbs buckling, and the tight hole loosens further. Gus tightens his other paw's grip around Douglas's midsection, holding him steady as he slowly sinks deeper into the young cub's body.\n\nThe head of Gus's cock slips fully into the cub's tailhole with a sucking pop sound, the corona ridge sealing inside like a small knot. \"Fuck,\" Gus grunts, his voice deep and guttural with pleasure. \"You feel so good around my cock.\" He rubs Douglas's tummy with his paw, soothing the cub and helping to guide a third inch into the cub's eager hole.\n\nDouglas only mutters incoherently as he seems lost in the sensation of his innermost depths being penetrated for the first time. His back paws are splayed out over Gus's big thighs, and now only the bear's thick manhood supports the cub's weight. Gravity works to force more and more of Gus's impressive cock into the tight, hot hole, but the bear knows that it's going to take time and patience to make this work.\n\nAs Gus pulls the cloth away from Douglas's nose, not wanting the cub to get too gooned out as he takes his first cock, a fourth inch slips past the boy's rim, and the bear can feel himself prodding the cub's immature little prostate. The squirrel begins whimpering and gasping, his body trembling with the intense sensations coursing through him.\n\n\"That's it, buddy,\" Gus murmurs, his voice deep and soothing. \"I'm hitting that little boy button, aren't I? Feels good?\"\n\nDouglas nods, his eyes wide and unfocused, his cheeks flushed with pleasure and desire. Gus can feel his cock throbbing with every throb, every gasp, and every heartbeat, and he knows that he is lost in the moment, in the passion and the pleasure that consumes them both.\n\nGus moves his paw southward, feeling the little prick wedge between his digits as he presses down slightly, forcing a fifth inch into the cub. Now nearly halfway in, he knows his medial ring will be kissing the cub's hole any moment. It's the thickest part of his shaft, but once it's in, things should get easier.\n\nGus starts bouncing the cub like a little stuffed plushie on his thick cock, their union of cock and tailhole making little squelching sounds as he prods in a little deeper with each little bounce, eliciting a gasp from Douglas, who seems to be driven ever closer to another cub cum.\n\n\"I can't wait to really fuck you,\" Gus whispers in Douglas's ear, his voice deep and gravelly with desire. He nips the cub's tufted ear, making Douglas squeal in pleasure as he attempts to shoot cum from his immature little sack. The squirrel squeezes around his thick shaft as he rides out his second dry cum of the evening. \n\nGus looks down at the young cub in his arms, he knows that he will never let him go, that he will cherish and protect him for the rest of their lives. His heart was filled with something deeper than desire, he was filled with growing love for Douglas. And aching and burning joy that he had never experienced in his life.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nThe squirrel's brain fog clears momentarily as Douglas's body relaxes after experiencing another one of those overwhelming moments. When his wiener… no, his little cock… tries and fails to make milk like Gus's did, he reaches down and feels the thick shaft that is pushing ever deeper inside him. It's so insanely big. How does it even fit?\n\nBut he knows it wants it all inside him. \"It feels so good, Daddy Gus,\" he says, his cheeks blushing at his own words. Why did he add \"Daddy\"? It makes him sound like a baby, but the truth is that he wishes this big bear was his real daddy.\n\nBut Gus seems to like it. \"You really love Daddy's cock, don't you?\" the big bear asks, his voice deep and warm, sending shivers down Douglas's spine. Those words are just as tantalizing as the thick wiener invading his insides, making him yearn for more.\n\nDouglas gives in and just goes for it, his heart pounding with desire and need. \"I love my Daddy's cock,\" he says with a moan, feeling that very cock stretching him open wider. He can feel the strange ring of flesh prodding at his tail hole, trying to gain entrance, and he knows that it wants to be inside him too. \"I want it all inside me,\" he says, letting his words echo his very thoughts.\n\nWith those words, Gus starts bouncing him a bit higher, the bear's big cock sliding out a few inches now and slamming back in as the bear's paw encircling his belly guides him up and down. The warm feeling begins growing in Douglas's belly again, making his thoughts confused and yearning for that special tingly feeling once more.\n\n\"I can feel it in your tummy,\" Gus says, his voice deep and rumbling with pleasure. He moves his paw to the side, and Douglas can indeed see the bear's big cock poking out of his belly each time he goes in as deep as he can. It's just a bump, but it's proof of how deep the bear is in him already, and Douglas can't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment at being able to take so much of Gus's impressive cock.\n\nGus swivels the chair a little closer to the desk and pauses bouncing Douglas long enough to grab that little bottle and cloth again. \"I think you need just a little more goon juice, buddy,\" he says, reminding Douglas of how his hole opened up so easily the first time.\n\nAs their bouncing resumes, Gus brings the cloth closer to Douglas's nose, and the young squirrel cub takes another deep breath, feeling the effects of the poppers course through his body, relaxing his muscles and making him feel loose and warm. His tail hole seems to relax even more, and he can feel that thick ring of flesh slipping just past his rim, and the bear's big cock sliding just that much further into him.\n\nHe moans and whines involuntarily, his body trembling with the intense sensations coursing through him. He can feel his own little cock throbbing with every thrust, every gasp, and every heartbeat. And that bulge in his tummy grows bigger with each thrust, making him yearn for more.\n\nDouglas takes another deep huff, and the only thought left in his chemical-addled brain is wanting to see that bulge get bigger. He reaches out to touch it, his fingers tracing the bulge like a shark fin rippling through his tummy and disappearing each time he is lifted higher. He can just make out the bulbous tip through the fur of his tummy at the apex of the bulge, and it feels so amazing, and Gus's grunts of pleasure reassure him that he is being a good boy for this big bear.\n\nThen he feels that ring of flesh thrumming against that spot deep inside his tummy; the one that makes the sparkly feeling come alive. It's strumming his little button of joy like a finger on a guitar string, and he can feel the pleasure building and building, threatening to overwhelm him again completely.\n\nDouglas reaches down between his thighs, past his hard little spike, and finds Gus's big balls jumping up and down beneath him. They are so close to meeting his body with each bounce that he can almost feel the impact. The bear is almost all the way inside him now. Maybe just one or two inches of thick bear cock separates their bodies from uniting completely.\n\nA deep desire to feel the two of them joined fully grows into a need, and Douglas can feel himself yearning for that final connection, that last push that will bring them together as one. \"It's so close,\" he whines, his voice tight with emotion and desire.\n\nThat feeling of fireworks is also getting closer, and his little cock tingles with anticipation. He fights to hold it back until Gus is all the way inside, his body trembling with the effort.\n\n\"Fuck,\" Gus groans, his voice deep and guttural, as if speaking through gritted teeth. \"I'm gonna bust in your tight little ass. Just a little longer.\"\n\nBut it feels like there is a barrier blocking the bear from going any deeper, like a wall that is a little painful each time the bear pushes against it. Determined to make this work, Douglas reaches out for the little brown bottle, his eyes shining with determination and need. \"Just a little more,\" he hisses, his voice filled with desire and anticipation.\n\nDouglas's paw fumbles to open the bottle, but he just can't do it. His new position puts him at an odd angle, and he feels himself tumbling forward, the giant cock in his guts twisting as he flops forward onto the desk. The little brown bottle slips from his grasp. The cap rolls away to one side and the bottle rolls to the other, leaving behind a little river of brain-fog-inducing liquid in its wake. The odor erupts in his nostrils at full force just as he hears the wheels of the desk chair skittering as Gus stands and thrusts into him from behind.\n\nThe shock of hitting the desk face-first is overwhelmed by the shock of Gus's big cock ramming right past that barrier this time. \"Ahhhhhr,\" he lets out a little scream of shock and pleasure as he feels the big bear's balls slam against his own little sack, and the bear's hips meeting his upturned backside.\n\nGus's thrusts come harder and faster now, the bear able to use the full of his strength to saw his thick cock in and out of the cub. He places one giant paw against the small of Douglas's back as he pulls out, leaving just the head of his cock inside before thrusting in fully again and again. The sound of their now more frantic fucking is accentuated by a squelching sound and their combined grunts and moans.\n\nDouglas places a paw on his belly, feeling it distend with each thrust. The bear's cock, bigger around and longer than his forearm, pushes his belly out each time he bottoms out in the squirrel. The fireworks are rising quickly now, and he can't hold them back, his body trembling with the need to let go and surrender to the pleasure that consumes him.\n\nAs Gus continues to thrust and his balls bounce against Douglas’s small ones, their bodies sliding against each other in the warm, wet space, he feels a sense of closeness and connection that goes beyond words. It's the kind of bond that only comes from their shared lust and the passion that grows between two hearts that come to beat as one.\n\n\"Here it comes, Douggie,\" Gus bellows, thrusting deep and hard into him one final time. \"I'm cumming!\" His voice is deep and guttural, filled with pleasure and desire, as he pours his love and passion into the young cub.\n\nDouglas reaches down and cups the tip of his little pecker as the tingles explode in his mind, and his pee-pee throbs and bounces against his pawpad. He feels his tailhole grip Gus's massive shaft as it clamps down, and he achieves his tingles, his body trembling with the force of his pleasure.\n\nA single, solitary little squirt of liquid coats his paw. The last thought of actually making some cream just like Gus does slips from him as his awareness fades into a fog of ecstasy. \n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nGus clutches the boy to his chest as he fumbles backwards, looking for the support of that damn swivel chair. His cock continues to throb and pour out the largest cumshot he has ever experienced in his life, the whimpering cub's tailhole clenching on his cock, milking him for all he's worth. The waves of pleasure shiver through his very bones as he grunts through an orgasm that he doesn't think will ever end.\n\nFinally, he drops safely into the chair, his big paw holding Douglas's belly as it bulges out, filled to the brim with big bear cock and what seems like a gallon of cum. Fuck, he loves this kid, and he knows that he will never let him go, that he will always be there for him, in heart and in spirit, for the rest of their lives. He doesn’t know how, but he will make it work.\n\nAs they sit there, belly to back, their bodies joined fully, Gus sees their reflection in the mirror. The little cub, spent in his arms, his little pecker having retreated back into its sheath, looks the very image of serenity. If not for the cum coating their thighs, he would have looked the very portrait of innocence and peacefulness\n\nHe knows that they have found something special and precious, something that will be theirs forever. With every throb, every gasp, and every heartbeat, they had forged a connection that will last a lifetime, a bond that will never be broken, no matter what the future may hold.\n\nThoughts of needing to take the cub back home at dawn linger at the back of his mind, but even if they were separated by distance, he knew that his heart would always be with this boy: his little Douggie.\n",
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Late Night at the Big Top Park
The dim lighting of the security office casts shadows across Gus's burly frame as his eyes dart over the bank of security monitors. His dark grey and black fur is a stark contrast to the bright colors of the amusement park on the screens, making him seem like a formidable presence. At 7'5", he would tower over most of the attractions, his muscular bulk making him appear even larger.
Gus reviews the list of tasks and glances one last time at the security feeds seeing the quiet of the night had settled over the park. The laughter and screams of joy from earlier were faded distant memories, replaced by dim lighting and the gentle flow of fall leaves dancing in the breeze. The muted carnival lights flicker and sway, casting shadows and a dreamy glow over the deserted attractions.
With a sigh, Gus sets about his first task on his list. Ever since the old boar that performed maintenance on the park retired last year, Gus has pulled double duty as park security guard and lead maintenance worker. Sure the work came with extra pay, but also extra work. It seems tonight he wasn’t going to have much time for browsing porn and rubbing one out.
He removes his maintenance coveralls from his locker and quickly changes out of his guard uniform. The thick canvas material of the coverall feels more comfortable and familiar in his paws than the synthetic fibers of his standard uniform. As he catches a view of himself in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the security door, he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Despite his age, he's still looking pretty good.
His dark fur is interspersed with only a few strands of grey, and his muscular frame is still impressive, albeit with quite a bit more soft curves especially around the middle these days. But he hasn’t lost any of the strength in his meaty biceps and his pecs. Though softer than in his youth, they are still rather beefy. He even strips out of his boxers exposing his other large endowments, which are sometimes just as much a curse as a blessing.
He pulls on the coveralls and adjusts them to ensure his thick shaft rests comfortably down one pantleg, before Gus grabs his toolbox and heads out into the quiet night to diagnose the never-ending problems with the giant Ferris wheel. The cool air is a pleasant change from the stifling heat of the day, and the soft crunch of gravel under his feet is a comforting sound as he makes his way towards the towering structure. The quiet of the night is broken only by the distant hum of machinery and the gentle sway of the Ferris wheel's cars in the breeze.
As he passes the restroom, Gus feels a familiar stirring within, a longing that's been with him since his youth. He can't help but recall the sights and scents of fathers and sons lined up at the trough urinals, their maleness on display in a tableau that never failed to ignite his taboo desires. He loved visiting amusement parks as a kid for this very reason. The memories bring a flush to his cheeks and a rush of blood to his sheath, where his impressive sheath begins to stir, straining against the canvas of his coveralls.
He lost count of the number of times snuck away from home to come to a park just like this. And had he downed gallons of water in a day, just for an excuse to spend more time in the toilets. It started with curiosity at seeing the older furs with their big daddy dicks, and as he got older he began noticing the cubs just as much. Their little peckers on display as they pissed with pants around their ankles next to the older adults. But with a sigh, he adjusts himself and continues on, knowing that his duty to the park was more important than pumping out a load reminiscing on childhood memories right now.
The Ferris wheel looms overhead, a silent sentinel watching over the park. Gus approaches the towering structure with a sense of familiarity and respect, knowing that keeping it running is his responsibility and his challenge: his Sisyphistic labor As he opens the massive gear box and shines his flashlight inside, he's met with the intricate lattice of machinery, each gear worked in harmony to keep the wheel turning. At first glance, nothing seems overtly amiss, but Gus knows that appearances can be deceiving.
With a practiced hand, he pulls out the long iron crank and begins to manually wind the complex contraption, his muscles flexing with the effort. The job would easily require the strength of two lesser furs, but Gus handles it with ease, his eyes trained on the movement of the gears for any irregularities. As he works, the quiet of the night is broken by the soft clanking of metal on metal, a rhythmic symphony that speaks of Gus's dedication and skill.
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From his perch at the topmost carriage of the Ferris wheel, Douglas watches the burly bear work, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and curiosity. The young squirrel cub is drawn to the strength and capability of the man before him, his eyes widened by the bulging muscles beneath the bear’s coveralls. The tan fabric stretches taut against his massive frame, hinting at the power lurking beneath.
Douglas had managed to slip out of his house and into the park in the late evening, easily dodging past the ticket sellers and the security guards in his quest for adventure. His parents, locked in a heated argument, barely noticed his absence, their neglect and incessant feuding fueling his desire to escape to a happier place. He can’t quite put a finger on why he loves the park so much, as the rides hold little appeal. Perhaps it's the sight of other families enjoying themselves together or maybe the rough carnies who both frighten and excite him.
This evening, he had snuck onto the Ferris wheel hoping to conquer his fear of heights. It had been nearing closing time and had been easy to slip past the operator. But as the carriage neared the top, the ride was halted, leaving him stranded and clinging white-pawed to the railing. Most cubs would have screamed and howled to be let down, but Douglas is too frightened to make a sound, too terrified to do anything but hold on as the world spins dizzyingly below him. It had been a stupid idea if he ever had one.
As the night grew dark and the park emptied, Douglas's fear of falling slowly waned, allowing him to take in the empty park below. His anxiety had faded the longer he was trapped at this great height. But as the meaty bear begins winding a metal rod and the Ferris wheel shudders into languid motion, Douglas finds his attention drawn irresistibly to the mountain of a fur working far beneath. He's far too captivated by the sight of the bear to even think about the fact that he's slowly being lowered to safety, his young mind filled with wonder and admiration.
The worker continues his efforts, unaware of the young cub's presence, his muscular arms straining as he manually cranks the Ferris wheel. The soft clanking of metal on metal fills the night, a testament to the bear's dedication and skill. And as Douglas watches from above, he feels a strange connection to the solitary, toiling figure below, a sense of kinship that he's never experienced before. He realizes with a start that he is being lowered closer and closer.
As the Ferris wheel continues its languid rotation, Douglas has mere moments to decide what to do. The massive drop on the opposite side of the carriage is enough to make his heart race with fear again, and he quickly decides that his only option is to exit the front of the carriage as it approaches the platform below. His plan is to slip past the working bear, hoping that his small size and quick movements will allow him to escape unnoticed; he’s quite practiced at slipping past slow adults. His tail puffs up in anticipation, making him look even larger than his otherwise unimpressive size.
But as he glances towards the bear again, Douglas's heart nearly stops in his chest. The gruff male is no longer focused on his work. Instead, he's looking directly at Douglas, his eyes narrowed in a mixture of surprise and concern. Douglas's mind races, trying to come up with a new plan, but he's frozen in place, his eyes locked with the bear's. The moment seems to stretch on forever, the only sound is the soft clanking of the Ferris wheel's gears. Maybe it’s time to play his trump card.
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Gus watches with growing concern as the carriage descends, his heart pounding in his chest. He can see the fear and desperation in the little squirrel’s wide eyes, and it strikes a chord within him, a reminder of his own troubled past. As much as he wants to call out to the cub, to demand that he stay put until he can get him down safely, he knows that startling him could lead to a dangerous situation. Instead, he slows his cranking, his movements deliberate and calm, hoping to convey a sense of safety and security.
As the carriage continues its descent, Gus prepares himself for the cub to bolt, ready to nab the youth quickly so he doesn't hurt himself in the process. But as the distance between them lessens, something changes in the air between them, a flicker of understanding and unspoken connection that surprises Gus.
When the carriage finally reaches the bottom, Gus is surprised to find that youth doesn't make a run for it. Instead, the young cub waits patiently for the large bear to open the door, his eyes wide and innocent. As the door swings open, a soft, meek voice squeaks out, "Thank you, mister. I thought I was gonna be stuck forever. You wouldn’t believe how long I was stuck up there." The words tumble out of his mouth quicker than Gus can process, and for a moment, he's taken aback. “I’m so glad you came along to help me.”
And before Gus can respond, the squirrel continues, his voice taking on a more urgent tone. "My parents are probably frantic and waiting for me at the gate. Bye." With that, the lost cub look vanishes from his face, replaced by a mischievous grin. And in an instant, the squirrel makes a mad dash to slip past Gus, his small body darting around the bear's legs with surprising speed.
Despite being caught off guard by the youngster’s sudden change in demeanor, Gus's instincts kick in, honed by years of working security. With a shift of his stance, one massive thigh is planted firmly in the young cub's path. He wraps a meaty arm around Douglas's midsection, spinning to slow the cub's momentum and pull him close to his chest.
"Calm down, little one," Gus rumbles, doing his best to make his deep bass voice softer and more soothing. "If they've waited this long, one more minute couldn't hurt." He knows that if there had been a report of a missing cub, the park would be swarming with workers and cops in order to find him. Something is definitely amiss, and the cub's smirk belies some other truth that needs to be sought out.
But the cub is having none of it. "No. I need to go," he whines, still struggling in Gus's grip. "They'll beat me for being out so late." His eyes alight on Gus's security cap, and for a moment, fear returns, making him struggle more. "They hate me."
Gus holds the cub in a bear hug, tight enough to hold him in check but not so tight as to squeeze the life out of him. "Shhh," he whispers, trying to soothe the young cub. "No one's going to hurt you. It's my job to make sure that doesn't happen." As he starts to relax, Gus lessens his hold ever so slightly.
"I'm Gus. What's your name, little guy?" he asks, his voice still soothing and gentle. He can feel the squirrel’s heart racing beneath his fur, the rapid beat a testament to the fear and anxiety coursing through him and fluttering against Gus’s own steady heartbeat. But as the moments pass and the youth realizes that Gus is not going to let him go, a flicker of hope sparks in his eyes, a silent plea for understanding and help.
Gus feels his own heart soften, a sense of protectiveness washing over him. He knows that he cannot let this young cub go, not without making sure he's safe and cared for. As they stand there in the deserted park, the night sky stretching out above them, Gus realizes that this encounter may be the start of something new and unexpected, a chance to make a difference in a young life. With a deep breath, he looks down at the squirrel, his eyes filled with warmth and concern.
As the tension begins to dissipate, a little smile creeps into Douglas's face. "I'm Douglas, but my friends call me Douggie," he says, his voice still shy but with a hint of warmth.
Gus does his best to smile back, trying to put the young cub at ease. "Well, Douglas, it's nice to meet you," he rumbles, his deep voice a comforting rumble. "Let me know when you're ready to call me a friend." He tries to wink, but it comes out more like a twitch, a testament to his lack of practice in the art of smiling and friendly gestures.
But Douglas's smile quickly disappears, replaced by a look of fear and uncertainty. "You're not gonna call the cops?" he asks, his voice tentative and full of worry.
Gus shakes his head, a reassuring look on his face. "Did you steal something? Or hurt someone?" Douglas shakes his head quickly, his paws balling into fists at his sides. "Then, I guess there's no reason to call the cops."
With a gentle touch, Gus sets the cub down, sensing that he's no longer in danger of running off. "How about I get you back to your folks? They aren't really gonna beat you, are they?"
Douglas's shoulders slump, his meek voice barely above a whisper. "Prolly not," he admits. "But..."
Gus nods, his eyes filled with understanding. "...They aren't waiting for you at the gate, are they?" he asks knowingly.
Douglas looks down at his paws, his voice even smaller now. "I kinda snuck out. They prolly don't know I'm even gone."
Gus takes a deep breath, his mind racing with the implications of Douglas's admission. He knows that he can't just send him back to an uncaring home, not without knowing that the cub will be safe and cared for. But he also knows that he can't keep Douglas with him, not without breaking the law and risking both of their futures.
As the weight of the situation settles over them, Gus reaches out and ruffles Douglas's fur, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Alright, Douglas," he says, his voice growing more warm and comforting. "How about you give me a hand fixing this Ferris wheel, and I'll take you home at dawn?" It's a compromise he's willing to live with, and maybe a chance to get to know this wild little cub better. Plus, every kid needs to learn responsibility and purpose after all.
Douglas looks at the gear box with bewilderment, his voice unsure. "I've never fixed a Ferris wheel before," his eyes wide and curious.
Gus chuckles, a deep rumble in his chest. "How about you hold this flashlight for me? That'll be a big help." He reaches down and hands Douglas a heavy maglight flashlight, their size difference very evident as Gus's massive paw meets Douglas's smaller one during the hand-off. It would take at least three or four of the young cub's paws to match Gus's own.
"Just point it over here while I scope out the problem," Gus instructs, pointing to the innards of the gear box. "It's probably the hydraulics again. This old girl has seen better days and could use a major overhaul."
With Douglas pointing the flashlight and Gus guiding him, he is able to see that one of the hydraulic cables has indeed sprung a leak – not a big one, but enough to slow the machinery down. Gus reaches in with both massive paws, trying to get at the hose to find the source of the leak.
As Douglas shines the light on Gus's work, he watches with awe and admiration, his young mind marveling at the bear's strength and skill. The night air is still and quiet, save for the occasional clang of tools and the soft rustle of fur as they work together, a strange but fitting partnership.
* * *
Douglas is relieved that Gus doesn't ask too many questions, and the promise of a lift home before his parents wake up will definitely help him sneak back into the trailer he shares with them. It's not like they really beat him, but he feels more like a burden to them than a son, but he’d rather not be caught all the same.
As he holds the flashlight for Gus, Douglas finds himself enjoying the task, glad to be helping in some small way. The night air is cool and refreshing, a welcome change from the stuffy trailer he's used to. Working with Gus feels like a dream come true, a chance to be useful and valuable in a way his father never seemed interested in.
But then, he hears Gus grunt, a sound of annoyance rather than pain. At first, Douglas thinks he's done something wrong, but the bear quickly explains. "I've sorta got myself stuck here. The chain on my wrist is caught, and I don't dare let go of the hydraulic line right now."
Douglas repositions the flashlight, trying to see what Gus is talking about, but the bear's bulky forearms make it difficult to point the light inside the box. He can hear the bear rummaging around, trying to find a solution to his predicament.
Finally, Gus says, "Think you could help me out? Hand me my pliers." He must have noticed the bewildered look on Douglas's face, as he quickly adds, "They're in my pocket."
As Douglas reaches into the pocket of Gus's coveralls, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he's unsure of what he's looking for. He doesn’t know what pliers are. His small paw easily slides into the opening as the pocket is larger in comparison to the ones in his shorts. He's surprised to feel warm fur beneath his paw pads, far different from the fabric of his own pockets.
He begins to search for the tool Gus mentioned, his paw questing through the soft, damp fur until he finds something warm and cylindrical nestled deep within the pocket. It doesn't feel like a tool, but Douglas presses his paw into it anyway, hoping that he's found what he's looking for.
Suddenly, Gus barks out hurriedly, "Not that pocket!" His voice is filled with surprise and something else Douglas can't quite identify. The young cub freezes, unsure of what to do next. He knows he's done something wrong, but he's not quite sure what.
The warm, furry "tool" in his paw seems to grow hotter and more firm, expanding beneath his touch. It's definitely getting bigger, and the tip of it rolls back, revealing something hard and fleshy that presses against his paw pad. Realization fully dawns on Douglas as he realizes what he's been touching: Gus's private parts. His wiener.
He should be horrified, he should jerk his paw back and apologize for his mistake, but instead he finds himself marveling at the size and warmth of Gus's member. It's so different from his own small little pee-pee and for a moment, Douglas can't help but shiver in excitement knowing he was touching something so grown-up and mysterious. And he longed to see it.
But as quickly as the thought enters his mind, it's replaced by a wave of guilt and embarrassment. He shouldn't be touching Gus like this, no matter how curious he is. With a deep breath, Douglas quickly withdraws his paw, his heart racing with shame and confusion. He looks up at Gus, his eyes wide and apologetic, unsure of what to say or do next.
Before Douglas has time to react or apologize, Gus yanks his beefy paw out of the gear box, and a warm spurt of reddish fluid jets out, splattering across his torso and soaking his tee-shirt. He’s not the only one hit by the strange, stinky liquid. it also sprays onto Gus, who mutters a guttural, "Shit" as he wipes his paw across the front of his coveralls.
“I meant this pocket.” Gus quickly reaches back and retrieves a strange, pincer-like tool from his back pocket, diving back into the gear box with it in his paw. He twists and turns, trying to stem the flow of the foul-smelling liquid, his brow furrowed in concentration.
As Douglas watches the scene unfold, he feels tears welling up at the corners of his eyes. Gus hadn’t sounded angry, but then again his father never sounds angry at first. He fights back the urge to cry and run away, berating himself for being so naughty and irresponsible. He was supposed to be helping, not causing more problems by touching things he shouldn't. He knows he's just a bad boy, just like his dad always said, but at the same time, the feeling of connection and warmth he felt when he touched Gus's wiener was so wonderful.
Douglas's young mind is filled with confusion and guilt, unsure of what to do or say. He wants to apologize, to make things right, but he's afraid of what Gus might think of him now. As the bear continues to work, his face set in a mask of determination, Douglas takes a deep breath and makes a decision.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice shaky and uncertain. "I didn't mean to... to touch you like that. I know it was wrong, and I... I just want to help. Please don't be mad at me."
Gus pauses, his paw still buried in the gear box, and looks down at the young cub. His eyes are soft and understanding, and he gives a small smile. "It's alright, Douglas," he says, his voice gentle. "I know you didn't mean any harm. Let's just focus on getting this fixed, and then we can talk more about what happened."
* * *
Gus focuses on finding the loose hydraulic line, trying to ignore the sound of Douglas sniffing back tears behind him. "How about you hold that flashlight up again for me, buddy?" he prompts, hoping to give the young cub a task to refocus his attention.
Inside, Gus is far from angry; surprised, yes, but also filled with a deep, aching desire. The feel of Douglas's small paw wrapping around his cock is something he's only ever dreamed about, a secret fantasy that he's never dared to act on. Even as a curious cub himself, he had longed for it, but none of his friends seemed to share the same dark desires that he did. And now, with the young cub's touch still burning like a brand on his flesh, he finds himself wanting more, needing more, despite the voice in his head telling him it's wrong.
He tries to lose himself in the work, to focus on the task at hand and push away the thoughts that threaten to overwhelm him. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't shake the memory of Douglas's touch and the way his cock responded to the cub's innocent exploration.
With Douglas holding the flashlight in place, Gus finds the issue: a loose fitting coupling that he's able to tighten and get the hydraulic system back in working order. He'll need to flush the system later, but for now, the Ferris wheel is repaired enough to get through tomorrow’s labor, and he can turn his attention back to the young cub.
As he turns to announce the job is finished, he gets his first good look at Douglas. There are definitely tears in the cub's eyes, but he dutifully holds the flashlight in both paws, despite that they had gotten slick with the hydraulic fluid. The stain on his small chest looks a bit obscene, and Gus can't help but imagine that it's some other fluid instead.
"All finished," Gus beams at Douglas, trying to keep his voice light and cheerful. "Thanks for your help. I couldn't have done it without you."
For a moment, they stand in silence with the weight of what had happened hanging between them. Gus knows that he should say something, should apologize for his own part in the incident and reassure Douglas that everything is alright. But the words stick in his throat, trapped by the desire and confusion that still swirls inside him.
Instead, he reaches out and gently takes the flashlight from Douglas's paws and slips it into a loop on his waist as he kneels down to the cub's level. "Douglas," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know what happened was... unexpected. But I want you to know that I'm not upset with you. I... I don’t mind that you touched me there. It’s okay. Really."
Douglas looks up at him, his eyes wide and uncertain, but there's a bit of hope there too, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance. And as Gus looks into those eyes, he knows that he's crossed a line, that he's feeling things he shouldn't be feeling. But he also knows that he can't turn back now, that that touch had awakened some bond between them that was too strong to be broken by something as simple as right and wrong.
Gus knows that he needs to address the situation, to find a way to help Douglas feel more at ease and comfortable around him. "How about we go get cleaned up? We both look a mess," he suggests, pointing out the ruddy splotches on his own coveralls.
The young squirrel just nods, letting Gus lead him back towards the park entrance. He can sense the uncertainty and apprehension coming from the cub, but he also feels a growing connection between them, a sense of understanding and shared experience that goes beyond words. It kindles a hope that maybe the cub enjoyed that brief touch as much as he did.
To lighten the mood, Gus raises a broad eyebrow conspiratorially. "I'm sure we can find you something to wear from the lost and found. Maybe even some park merch."
"Really?" Douglas sounds a bit more enthusiastic than Gus expected. "You mean I can keep it?"
"Your choice at anything you want in the locker," Gus promises, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I owe you a big one for helping me out tonight. I don't know if I could have fixed that ol' girl without you. You can take whatever you want."
As they wind their way through the maze of amusements and games, Gus can feel the tension slowly easing from Douglas's small form. The cub's eyes are bright and curious, taking in the sights and sounds of the park with a newfound sense of wonder and excitement.
When they finally reach the security office, Gus opens the door to reveal the brightly lit room with its bank of security equipment and lockers. Douglas seems stunned by the sight, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. "Wow," he breathes, his voice filled with awe. "It's like spy equipment."
Gus chuckles, the sound deep and comforting in the quiet room. "Well, I don't know about that, but it does help us keep an eye on things." He gestures for Douglas to come inside, his massive form filling the doorway and momentarily blocking out the view of light within.
As Douglas follows the bear into the room, he can't stop spinning as he takes in his surroundings. He looks up at Gus, his eyes filled with gratitude and trust, and for a moment, the world seems to fall away, leaving just the two of them, bound by their shared experience and the growing connection between them.
* * *
As Douglas steps into the room, he can't help but feel a sense of safety and protection, as if the very walls of the office are shielding him from the outside world. He looks up at Gus, feeling unexpected gratitude and trust, and he lets himself forget the troubles that plague him at home.
Gus smiles down at him, his eyes soft and warm, and Douglas feels hope growing stronger inside him; a sense that maybe, just maybe, he's found the protector and friend he's always longed for. And as they move deeper into the office, towards the lockers and the promise of clean clothes, he feels his life may have changed in ways they never could have imagined but definitely for the better.
Douglas quivers with excitement as Gus guides him over to a locker filled with lots of odds and ends. "As promised. Take as much as you want. I'm sure there's something you would probably like in there." Douglas doesn't hesitate, rummaging through the discarded articles of clothing, most were adult-sized, but a few that seem like they might fit him. He spots a funny t-shirt depicting Smokey Bear seeming to put out a campfire by peeing on it with his famous slogan beneath it. He definitely wants that one. There are even some older model cell phones that look tempting; he's never had a phone of his own.
Glancing over at Gus, Douglas is about to ask if he could have one of those phones, but he stops before he can ask. The bear is standing near another open locker, unzipping his stained coveralls. As the zipper parts, Douglas can't help but stare at the dark fur and the small patch of grey blossoming in the center of Gus's beefy chest.
Gus seems even taller in the confines of the office, his head nearly brushing the ceiling. He’d easily hit it if he jumped. Douglas can't help but marvel at the bear's size, his eyes traveling over the heavily muscled arms, now exposed as the bear pulled out of the sleeves, each of which is nearly as thick around as he is.
But what really catches Douglas's attention is the way the coveralls sag without the bear's massive shoulders keeping them up. The open zipper reveals even more of Gus's chest and stomach, the latter protruding like a large, ripe watermelon. It doesn't look soft and squishy, though. Instead, it appears firm, muscled and inviting, and Douglas longs to touch it.
At the base of Gus's stomach is a tuft of fur, thicker than that on his chest, and Douglas can't help but remember how that fur felt against his paw when he reached into the bear's pocket earlier. His heart races as he thinks about what he found in there, the warm, firm flesh that seemed to respond to his touch. He knows he shouldn't be thinking about it, but he can't help himself. There's something about Gus that draws him in, makes him want to get closer and explore every inch of the bear's powerful form.
As the moments stretch on and the air between him and the bear seems to grow thick with tension, Douglas feels a sense of longing and yearning building inside him, a desire to bridge the gap between them. He knows that it's wrong, that he should be afraid, but somehow, with Gus, everything feels different. Almost like it's meant to be. And as he takes a tentative step closer to the bear, his heart pounding in his chest, he knows that there's no going back now that he’d taken that first step, that whatever happens next will change the course of his life forever.
"Did you see something you like?" Gus asks, his voice breaking the silence. Douglas freezes as his resolve crumbles. He realizes that not only has he been staring at the bear's chest and stomach, his eyes wide and his heart racing, but he had been prepared to touch the bear again. He manages a small grunt in response, his voice tiny and unsure again.
Gus rubs one of his massive paws over his chest and down to his muscled belly, where he encounters the sticky fluid that had sprayed them earlier. "I think I'm gonna need a shower," he mutters, holding up his paw to examine the substance. "This stuff seems to have gotten everywhere."
Finally, Gus looks over at Douglas, his eyes meeting the young cub's gaze. Douglas can see something in the bear's expression, maybe the bear knows what he was about to do. It makes his heart skip a beat. It's as if Gus is making a decision, weighing the consequences of his actions in the quiet of the office.
And then, with a soft tinkle of metal, the zippers on Gus's coveralls hit the floor as the bear steps out of his clothing. Douglas's eyes widen even further as he takes in the sight of Gus's nudity, his curiosity and desire warring with his fear and uncertainty.
He can't help but look down at Gus's wiener, which is even bigger than he imagined when he touched it earlier. Even soft in its sheath, it's as thick around as Douglas's arm is. Maybe even thicker. The dense fur that surrounds the plump holster hints at the incredible size of Gus's manhood, and Douglas feels a shiver run down his spine as he imagines what it would look like when it got hard again.
But what really catches his attention are the bear's massive balls, which swing gently as Gus steps out of his coveralls. They're so big, dwarfed only by the bear's impressive bulk, and Douglas can't help but stare in awe. The dense fur travels down to surround the giant bear balls, which glistens with collected sweat, a testament to the bear’s masculinity.
And then, the scent hits him. It's the pure essence of maleness, a musky yet clean smell that fills Douglas's nostrils and sets his heart racing. It's not the sour milk smell of his mom or the sickly-sweet, alcohol smell that wafts from his dad every night. This is something else entirely, something that speaks to the very core of his being.
As he stands there, his senses overwhelmed by the sight and smell of Gus in all his glory, Douglas feels a wave of emotion wash over him. There's fear and uncertainty, yes, but there's also a deep, aching need, a desire to be close to the bear, to touch and explore and lose himself in Gus's powerful presence.
He knows that it's wrong, that he should be running away, but somehow, it feels right, like it's meant to be, and as he takes another tentative step closer to the bear, his heart pounding in his chest, he knows that there's no going back now. He knows he won’t stop this time.
* * *
As Douglas takes a tentative step closer, Gus watches him intently, his heart racing with anticipation. The cub's small paw reaches out towards him, shaking slightly as he gets closer. Gus stands fully upright, his massive form dwarfing the young squirrel even more than before. Douglas's head barely reaches above his waist, making him feel even larger and more imposing than usual.
Gus widens his stance, waiting for the inevitable touch, the touch he longs for but knows he must let Douglas initiate. It has to be the cub's choice, he decided moments ago, and now, as Douglas's paw makes contact with his muscular stomach, he knows that the choice has been made.
Douglas's bushy tail quivers in anticipation, the soft fur rustling as the cub's paw digs into the tufts of fur that cover his belly. The bear can feel the little digits tracing a circle around his bulging stomach, the touch sending shivers down his spine and making his heart pound even harder.
As much as Gus wants to reach out and pull Douglas closer, to envelop the young cub in his powerful embrace, he knows that he must let Douglas set the pace, let him explore and touch and discover at his own speed. And so, as he feels the cub's paw moving lower, heading towards the thick fur that surrounds his groin, he silently pleads for his cock to stay soft, to not frighten Douglas away before they can see where this will take them.
The air in the room grows thick with tension, the only sound is the soft rasps of breath and the pounding of their hearts. And as Douglas's paw finally brushes against the soft sheath that holds Gus's manhood, the bear closes his eyes, his breath catching in his throat.
Gus tries to keep himself from getting hard, seeking out every unsexy image he can think of to distract himself from the touch of Douglas's small paw. But the cub's tentative exploration keeps worming its way back into his thoughts, and he can feel himself plumping up under Douglas's curious fingers, his sheath growing tight and hot.
"I don't mind if you touch me, little guy," Gus reassures him, his voice soft and deep. "I wish I had an older friend when I was your age that would let me explore like you are."
At Gus's words, Douglas hesitates for a moment, but then his curiosity seems to get the better of him. As Gus opens his eyes and looks down, he sees the little squirrel ogling his sheath, the cub's paws moving lower to touch his big balls.
"Really?" Douglas asks, his voice filled with wonder and excitement. "You liked looking at wiennies too?" A broad smile stretches across the cub's face as he takes in the sight of Gus's impressive package. But he doesn’t give Gus a chance to respond before saying, "And your balls are so big. I didn't know they could get so big."
"Well, I'm a big guy," Gus explains, a hint of amusement in his voice. "So everything about me is pretty big, I guess."
"And your muscles are so big too," Douglas breathes, his other paw reaching up to touch Gus's thigh. He pushes against the thick muscle, testing its strength through the softer layers of fur and fat. "I wish I was as big and strong as you."
Gus feels a surge of pride and affection at Douglas's words, a deep yearning to protect and nurture the young cub, to help him grow and become strong. As Douglas continues to explore Gus's body, the bear's arousal grows, his sheath becoming slick with precum as his cock begins to harden. The bulbous glans emerges from its furry prison, glistening with moisture as the dark red, almost black flesh points directly at the cub's face.
Douglas stares openly, his maw forming an O of astonishment as more and more of Gus's impressive manhood is revealed, inch by inch. The bear's cock is a thing of wonder, a symbol of his power and masculinity, and Douglas stares in awe as it grows and hardens before his eyes. Douglas leans in a bit to sniff at Gus’s package, his eyes growing slightly glossy as he inhales the bear’s musk.
Gus knows that if he doesn't slow things down, he might just unleash his load right onto Douglas's face, the cub's reactions to his body are so erotic and tantalizing. He's never had anyone look at him quite this way before, and the sight of Douglas's wide eyes and parted lips is enough to drive him wild with desire. He was getting so turned on just by the cub worshipping his body.
"How 'bout you help me out in the shower?" Gus suggests, his voice deep and gravelly with need. "I'm sure you could use a bit of cleaning up yourself, buddy." He reaches down and gently helps Douglas remove his shirt, his large paws careful not to frighten or overwhelm the young cub.
As the shirt comes off, Douglas's small, furry body is revealed, his slender frame and flat chest a sharp contrast to Gus's bulk and power. But the bear doesn't see the differences between them. All he sees is the beauty and perfection of the young cub, the innocence and desire that shines in his eyes.
With Douglas's shirt out of the way, Gus reaches down and tugs at the snaps on the cub's shorts, first unfastening the one that holds the strap around his big bushy tail, and then the one in the front with its promised treasures. The zipper is a bit more of a challenge, its small size making it difficult for Gus's thick digits to grasp, but with one gruff tug on each of the side flaps, it releases, and the shorts fall to the floor.
To Gus's surprise, Douglas isn't wearing anything underneath, and the young squirrel blushes furiously as his secret is revealed. Gus doesn't comment on the fact that the cub seems to enjoy going commando, instead focusing his attention on the little red-furred sheath beneath.
It's so minuscule and slender-looking, even on the small frame of the cub. Gus can't help but stare in fascination as he takes in the sight of Douglas's tiny sheath, wondering at the secrets and pleasures it holds. The empty-looking sack beneath it is pulled so tightly against the young squirrel's body that it might be unnoticed if Gus wasn't looking for it.
Douglas is shivering, whether from the cool AC or the embarrassment of being naked in front of a relative stranger, Gus doesn't know. But he reaches out with one big paw, gently stroking the cub's naked chest and belly, his voice soft and soothing as he murmurs, "So cute."
He lets his paw wander further south, grazing the little cubhood and causing Douglas to gasp and shiver even more. Gus knows that he should be careful, that he shouldn't push too hard or too fast, but the sight of Douglas's tiny, perfect body is too much for him to resist, and with every touch, every stroke of his paw, he feels his desire for the young cub growing stronger and more powerful.
"Come on, Douggie," Gus murmurs, holding out his hand to the cub. "Let's get cleaned up, and then we can talk more about... about everything."
Douglas nods, his eyes still wide and full of wonder, and takes Gus's hand, his small paw disappearing in the bear's massive grip. Together, they head towards the small connected bathroom. It’s just enough room for a toilet, sink, and showerhead. It’s not really a proper shower stall, as a drain in the center of the room acts as the reservoir for the water.
Gus starts the water, the lukewarm spray hitting his back as he attempts to maneuver in the cramped space of the shower. "It's a bit tight in here," he rumbles, his voice echoing off the tiled walls. It’s a very small room for the bear by himself, and even smaller now that he was sharing it with Douglas. Not that he minded being close to the cub.
* * *
Gus tucks his big paws under Douglas's armpits and easily lifts him to stand on the toilet seat, giving the young cub a better view of the shower and the bear himself. Even with the extra height, Douglas is barely at chest height with Gus, but he's used to being much smaller than everyone around him anyway. And from his new vantage point, he can't help but admire the bear's arms and chest, the muscles rippling beneath the dark fur.
"I can't believe how strong you are," Douglas breathes, his paws already pressed against Gus's chest to help steady himself. The bear's pectorals feel massive under his small paws. "I think your boobs are bigger than my mom's," he says, his cheeks blushing bright red at the comparison.
Gus chuckles, the sound deep and warm, and reaches up to pat Douglas's small head. "Well, we bears are pretty big, aren't we?" he says, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "And you know, you're pretty strong yourself. It takes a lot of courage to do what you did tonight, sneaking into the park and helping me with the Ferris wheel."
Douglas beams at the praise, his chest puffing out with pride. "Really?" he asks, his voice small and unsure. "You think I'm strong?"
Gus nods, his expression serious. "I do. Maybe not as physically strong as me, but strong in your own way," he says, his voice deep and certain. "And I think you're going to grow up to be a really amazing adult."
Douglas is practically vibrating under the praise, his body humming with a newfound sense of self-worth and pride. No one has ever talked to him the way Gus does – not talking down to him like a kid, but more like an equal. It makes him feel all tingly inside, and as he glances down, he realizes that his pee-pee has gotten hard. The slender pink flesh is poking out of his sheath, the tip of it being tickled by the fur of Gus's muscle gut.
Douglas can't help but notice that Gus has gotten harder since they were in the bathroom too. The bear's massive cock is definitely bigger around than his thin arms, and it juts out between Douglas's legs like a dark red spire. It's even longer than the cub's forearm. Douglas can't help but tap the side of it with his knee, watching as the turgid manhood bounces from side to side, the hefty weight of it smacking against his other knee.
Gus smiles and winks down at him. "Damn thing is always getting in the way," he says, his voice deep and gravelly. "How 'bout you help me get cleaned up?" He doesn't give Douglas a chance to reply before thrusting a bottle of Mane 'n Tail shampoo into his paw. "Looks like all we got is soap for horses."
Douglas takes the bottle with a small, nervous smile, his heart racing at the thought of helping Gus clean himself. He's never done anything like this before, but he wants to please the bear, to show him how much he appreciates his kindness and affection.
As Gus tilts his head back and scrubs a big paw through his thick fur, Douglas begins to work the shampoo into a lather, his small paws rubbing and massaging the bear's powerful muscles. The scent of the shampoo fills the air, the clean, fresh smell mixing with the musky, masculine scent that seems to surround Gus like a warm, comforting embrace.
And as they wash and rinse, their bodies sliding against each other in the warm, wet space, Douglas feels a sense of closeness and connection that goes beyond words. It's the kind of bond that he had only dreamed off before. Sort of like the bond of father and son that he has always ached for. Yet, somehow even stronger.
Gus puts his hands on his hips, letting Douglas work as the cub scrubs and massages his way over the bear's thick fur. Gus's huge manhood pumps upward, fighting against its own weight. Tthe tip of it tapping Douglas's little balls as if growing impatient to be cleaned as well. Douglas doesn't disappoint, wasting no time in slathering the immense length with shampoo, eliciting a deep, rumbling grunt of appreciation from Gus.
"That feels so good, buddy," the bear murmurs, his eyes closed in bliss as the young cub works his magic.
"I like touching your wiener," Douglas admits, his cheeks flushed with excitement and pleasure. "It's so big."
Gus can't help but chuckle at the cub's innocence and enthusiasm. He gathers Douglas up in his big arms, trapping the cub's small paws against his massive chest as he lifts him up to eye level. Their faces are mere inches apart, the bear's warm breath tickling Douglas's nose as their eyes meet and lock.
Slowly, Gus brings his face even closer, his lips brushing against Douglas's in a soft, chaste kiss. The young squirrel blushes even brighter, his cheeks burning with the intensity of his emotions. He makes an involuntary little chirping noise deep in his throat, his heart racing and his pulse pounding as he experiences his first real kiss with the giant hulk of a bear.
* * *
For a moment, the world seems to fall away, and all that exists is the touch of Gus's lips on his own, the warmth and strength of the bear's arms around him, and the feeling that seems to flow between them like a river of molten gold.
As the heady feeling begins to subside as Gus lowers him back down. Douglas barely registers that the bear has detached the shower head and is hosing them both down, the shampoo and water running down their bodies like rivulets and disappearing into the drain on the floor. The young cub's knees feel weak, and he plops himself down on the toilet seat, trying to catch his breath and make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that are swirling inside him. As he sits there, his heart still racing and his cheeks still flushed, Douglas knows that he has found something special with this big bear.
Gus turns back to face Douglas, his mammoth member swaying tantalizingly before the young squirrel's vision. The bear's cock is a thing of beauty, every vein that runs through the thick meat visible in intricate detail. And as Douglas looks closer, he notices a strange ring encircling the midpoint of the shaft right at the thickest point; a prominent bump of flesh that serves to make Gus's already impressive shaft even thicker.
He also notices that the tip of the bear's cock is leaking a viscous fluid, different from the wetness of the water that still clings to their fur. This liquid is thicker, and a long string of it hangs poised on the blunt end of Gus's wiener, glistening in the light. Gus seems to notice it too, his voice rumbling with amusement as he says, "It looks like I've gotten a bit wet in more ways than one."
The bear reaches down with his big paw, gliding up his shaft as he collects the fluid onto it and brings it to his mouth. His tongue laps at the liquid, and he smiles at the taste. "It's my pre," he explains to Douglas. "Tastes good. Maybe not as good as honey, but still good in its own way."
Gus reaches down and squeezes the base of his bear dick with his meaty paw, causing a bit more of the pre to flow out. He looks at Douglas, a playful, inviting smile on his face. "Wanna try it?" he suggests, his voice deep and warm.
Douglas doesn't hesitate. This is an open invitation to do something he has wanted to do since seeing Gus's big wiener. He leans in, his tongue extending to lap across the broad glans and the pre that forms a large drop there. As his tongue grazes over the spongy tip and across the slit splitting the bulbous head, he tastes the liquid instantly on his tongue. It's a bit sweet and salty at the same time, but otherwise tasteless.
But as he savors the flavor, a forbidden, naughty feeling races through Douglas's body, a sense of excitement and danger that only adds to the thrill of the moment. He knows that he is doing something he shouldn't, something that his parents and society would frown upon, but in this moment, with Gus, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
As Douglas pulls back, his eyes shining with a new sense of wickedness and pleasure, he sees the same glint in Gus's eyes, the sharing of this intimate moment binding them together more tightly than ever before. Emboldened by the bear's obvious enjoyment, he plunges back in, this time opening his mouth to plant a wet, sloppy kiss on the bear's tip. His tongue dances around the spongy flesh as he sucks a bit more of the liquid, and the barest bit of Gus's head slips past his lips, the forbidden flavor exploding on his taste buds once more.
Gus grunts deeply, his voice filled with pleasure and encouragement. "Damn, boy," he says, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "That feels amazing. Keep going."
A big paw alights gently on top of Douglas's head, not forcing him but encouraging him to continue. With a sense of determination and desire, the young cub opens his mouth even wider, stretching his jaw to accommodate the girth of the bear's glans as he takes it into his maw. He can feel the head of it grazing his teeth slightly as he struggles to get the entirety of it into his mouth, but the sense of connection and purpose he feels make it all worthwhile.
As he continues to suck and lick at Gus's head, Douglas looks upwards, seeing the wonder and appreciation in the bear's eyes as more of his wiener invades the young cub's mouth. He wants to make Gus feel good, to be a good cub for this fur who allows him to explore and experience the things he has always dreamed of. And as he loses himself in the sensations and the taste of Gus's manhood, he knows that he is exactly where he wants to be, doing exactly what he wants to do.
* * *
Gus looks down at the young cub seated on the lid of the toilet, his heart swelling with affection as he watches Douglas attempt to stuff as much of his massive cock into his mouth as he can. The squirrel cub continues to look directly into his eyes, and if he could smile with his mouth full of bear dick, Gus is certain he would be smiling broadly. Douglas seems content and happy, and Gus feels equally as overjoyed as he experiences this dream come true.
The bear can see that Douglas has barely managed to stretch his jaw wide enough to wedge the head of his cock into his mouth. Drool is running out of the corners of the cub's mouth as he sloppily sucks on the overly large glans, his nose wrinkling with the effort. Gus can't help but murmur encouraging words to the young cub, his voice thick with emotion and desire. "You really like this, don't you?" he says, his eyes shining with love and appreciation. "You love sucking on my big bear cock, don't you?"
Douglas doesn't need to say anything in reply. The look on his face says it all; the cub is enjoying this as much as Gus is. With a deep sense of connection and purpose, the bear gently cups the back of Douglas's head, guiding him as he suggests, "Let's see if we can fit a little more in. Breathe in through your nose."
After Douglas huffs in a big breath, Gus slowly pushes his hips forward, easing a bit more of his shaft past the boy's lips. He watches as the cub's eyes widen with surprise and excitement, and he can't help but groan with pleasure as he feels the warm wetness of Douglas's mouth envelop a bit more of his manhood.
Gus continues to rock gently into the cub's maw, doing his best to keep his thrusts slow and steady, but he can feel the beginnings of his cum building, the pressure growing in his loins with every passing second. "Grab my balls, Dougie," he groans, his voice thick with desire. "Give 'em a squeeze if I get a little too rough."
Douglas's paws encircle Gus's big sack, his digits gripping the soft, heavy flesh as if it were a lifeline. It takes both of the young cub's paws to even attempt to wrap around the girth of the bear's balls, but Douglas holds on tight, his eyes fixed on Gus's cock as it swells and grows even harder in his mouth.
Gus's gentle humps start to become a little more erratic as he tries to push in deeper, his need and desire overtaking his senses. Douglas's eyes widen slightly at the increased pressure, his jaw stretching to the limit as his cheeks puff out and sink in with the motion of suckling down the flow of precum the bear is producing.
Gus can feel his cock head attempting to push deeper and into the cub's throat, the tight, wet grip of those tonsils squeezing and massaging the sensitive flesh. But the resistance is too great, and Gus knows that there is still a little over an inch to go before he can get his medial ring past the young cub's lips.
"I'm gonna pop any second," Gus groans, his eyes rolling back in his head with the sheer pleasure of the moment. "Fuck, your mouth is so tight." He pulls back a bit more than before and pumps his hips forward, driving the cub's head back with the force of his thrusts.
Gus feels Douglas gag slightly on his cock, the fluttering of the cub's throat muscles against his sensitive head nearly causing him to lose control and spill his seed right then and there. But if Douglas is overwhelmed by the more forceful thrusts, he doesn't show it. Instead, he continues to knead and massage the bear's balls, driving Gus even further to the edge of ecstasy.
"Just a little more, Dougie," Gus encourages, his voice a guttural growl as he feels the first spasms of his cum building in his loins, the pressure growing with every thrust. "Just a little more, and I'll give you a reward you'll never forget."
Douglas seems to sense that something is about to happen, even if he doesn't quite know what. The young cub tilts his head slightly to the side, allowing Gus to slip a little deeper into his throat. The giant head of his cock ramming its way past tight muscles and his medial ring brushing against the cub's little teeth.
For a moment, Gus is transported to a place of pure bliss and wonder, the feeling of Douglas's throat muscles clenching around his sensitive head unlike anything he has ever experienced before. The cub has managed to take his cock deeper than anyone else has ever done, and the years – no, decades – of pent-up desire to deflower a cute little cub finally take their toll on his libido.
"Swallow it all, baby," Gus groans, his voice thick with desire and need. He feels his shaft pulse and swell as a stream of hot bear cum barrels its way down his piss slit, and he erupts deep in the cub's maw with a guttural roar.
His orgasm racks his whole body in shudders, the first blast setting off a fresh round of gagging from Douglas. The years of repressed lust would be too much for anyone to handle, but the spasms convulsing through the young cub's throat only enhance Gus's pleasure, driving him wild with ecstasy.
Douglas twists out of his grasp and pulls back, easing the pressure on his throat and causing Gus's cock to unsheathe from his maw with a wet slurp. It quickly swells and pumps out another volley of hot bear semen which arches up before falling onto Douglas's face, the thick, creamy fluid coating his cheeks and dripping down to smear over the cub's immature chest.
Gus's cock continues to throb in time with his heartbeat, smaller bursts of cum oozing from the tip as Douglas seems to have caught his breath. The young squirrel cub dives back down, engulfing the bear's sensitive manhood once more, his tongue lapping at the last dregs of cum as he swallows it down greedily.
Douglas's little paws work to pump more cum from Gus's balls, his fingers squeezing and massaging the soft, heavy flesh as if trying to extract every last drop of the bear's essence. The cub's hands are soon coated in the viscous, white fluid, his fingers glistening with the evidence of their passion and desire.
As Douglas continues to suckle and lap at Gus's cock, the bear reaches down and gently strokes the cub's head, his fingers tangling in the soft, red fur as he murmurs words of encouragement and praise. "You did so well, baby," he rumbles, his voice thick with emotion. "You made me feel so good. Better than I've ever felt before."
And as Douglas looks up at him, his eyes shining with trust and newfound purpose, Gus knows that this is really just the beginning of their journey together. "How about we get you cleaned up next?" he suggests, his voice gentle and warm. "I've gotten you a bit dirty."
Gus winces slightly as he languishes to pull his cock from the cub's maw, his sensitive flesh still throbbing and a bit tender from their intense session. His massive bear cock has softened slightly and flagged under its own weight, but Gus knows that it won't be long before he's ready for more.
He reaches down and gently lifts Douglas to his feet, cradling the young cub against his broad chest as he murmurs words of affection and gratitude. "And thanks again, Douggie," he rumbles, his voice thick with emotion. "You are a very special boy."
* * *
For Douglas, the experience they just shared was incredible, and he can't help but beam with pride as he snuggles against Gus's big bear chest. "That was so much fun," he says, his voice filled with wonder and excitement. "Your white stuff tasted weird, but really good. Can we do it again?"
Gus's responding laugh comes out in barks and grunts, which only serves to make Douglas giggle himself. "Yeah, we can do that again," the bear replies after he catches his breath. “You really like the taste of my cum, don’t you?|
He sets the cub back down and begins to lather him up from head to toe in shampoo. The big bear's paws tickle the young squirrel all over, sending him into another fit of laughter. “It was like sour cream,” Douglas struggles out between bursts of laughter.
That is, until Gus's paws make contact with the hard little spike that juts out from Douglas's midsection. The sensation leaves the cub gasping for air, his body trembling with pleasure and excitement as he gets suddenly very serious. "It feels really good when you wash me there," he says, shuddering slightly as the bear continues to wash his pee-pee, letting it slip between his big digits and stroking its meager inches.
"Do you like how it feels, Douglas?" Gus asks, his voice deep and warm. "This is how it felt for me too, when you were touching me."
All Douglas can do is nod in agreement, his body overwhelmed by the new sensations and the pleasure that courses through him. "Yeah, it feels really good, doesn't it?" Gus continues, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Let’s see if this feels just as good.”
And then, with a sudden spin, Gus turns Douglas around and begins to rub his paw under the squirrel's tail, the rough pad grazing over his tail hole as he coats it with suds, causing another bout of shivers to race through the young cub's body. Douglas gasps, his heart racing with excitement and anticipation, as he surrenders himself to the bear's gentle ministrations, letting Gus wash and explore every inch of his body.
As if by its own accord, Douglas's tail arches higher and his body bends, giving Gus better access to that tender part of him that has never felt pleasure like this before. "I thought you might like that," the bear murmurs, one soapy, clawed digit tracing a circle around the rim of Douglas's hole, sending another wave of shivers up the young cub's spine.
"It feels so naughty when you touch me there," Douglas admits, his voice trembling slightly as he surrenders himself to the bear's gentle caresses. He had thought he had reached the peak of joy that Gus's touches could produce, but then the digit presses harder against his hole, and with the aid of the slippery shampoo, it slips inside him.
A wave of warmth explodes in Douglas's belly, the pleasure spreading like wildfire to the very tip of his little wiener. He glances down at the little pink tip, expecting to see something, anything to explain the amazing sensations coursing through his body: sparkles or fireworks or even the white cream like Gus made. Instead, he finds it bobbing wildly, as if trying to expel something, but nothing comes out.
Douglas pants and gasps as his whole body shakes, his mind going cloudy with the intensity of the sensations. He doesn't quite remember what happened after that feeling overpowered him, but he knows that it was something special, something that he will never forget.
When the brain fog finally clears, Gus is spraying the last bit of soap from his fur, a big bear paw petting Douglas's head lovingly. The bear's eyes shine with warmth and affection, and Douglas knows that he is safe and cherished even if that sensation left him confused and empty for the moment. But it also left him wanting more.
Douglas glances back at the bear, who towers over him once more, and finds Gus smiling broadly down at him. "It looks like someone likes having his butt played with," the giant says with a mischievous grin.
"That was amazing," Douglas gushes, his voice filled with wonder and excitement. "It was like sparkles in my belly and in my pee pee. I don't know what happened, but I really liked it." That is the absolute truth. He had never felt anything like it before, and he is desperate for more. "Could you make my butt feel good again?" he asks, feeling a bit sheepish but determined to get what he wants.
Instead of responding, Gus simply smiles and nods, lifting Douglas by the hips and flipping him around so that he is upside down with his face pressed against Gus's muscle gut, their damp fur tangling together. Douglas grips the bear's forearms in a desperate attempt to not fall, but the large bear seems to have no trouble holding him aloft.
It takes Douglas a moment to realize the position he is now in, but his knees instinctively bend to hook around the bear's broad shoulders, holding himself in place as he feels Gus's breath graze over his exposed tail hole. For a brief moment, he feels a wave of panic wash over him at what is about to happen, but as Gus's broad tongue laps at his entrance, he melts against the bear's form in ecstasy.
If that one digit slipping past his rim had felt amazing, then this new sensation blew that completely out of the water. Douglas is chittering and squirming in the bear's grip as his tender tail hole is assaulted by the tongue bath, his little wiener hardening once more against Gus's massive chest.
As his head hangs lazily, he can't help but spy Gus's big dark red cock throbbing above him. Or is it below him now that he's upside down? He can't think straight, his mind overwhelmed by the pleasure and sloppy sounds of his tender hole being devoured by his new friend. Even now, he begins to wonder if it's possible to get that big wiener in his backside instead of the bear's tongue. The thought is crazy, but he's beyond accepting only what is rational now.
* * *
Gus's tongue explodes with the distinctive boy flavor as he digs into Douglas's tail hole like a starving bear at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He certainly feels like he has been starving his entire life, never experiencing joy like he has felt tonight with this young squirrel. He has worked past the shampoo and is now enjoying the subtle taste of pure boy.
How can he even describe it? It isn't anything distinct, but rather a combination of warmth, coppery flesh, a slight hint of musk, and somehow, grapefruit. He isn't complaining that the cub's ass tastes a little bit fruity. In fact, it's perfect.
Despite cumming a pretty good-sized load not long ago, Gus's big bear cock is hard as ever and clearly wanting to go another round. The litany of chittering and moaning that Douglas is making is driving him wild, and he can feel his own arousal building with every sound the young cub makes. There is one thought that keeps nagging at him. As impossible a task as it seems, what would it feel like to have Douglas's vice-like tailhole around his thick shaft? He can't help but imagine the sensation of the cub's tight muscle gripping him, squeezing him, and driving him wild with pleasure.
Suddenly, he feels Douglas's paws leave his forearms and reach down to guide his impressive cock fully upright. The young squirrel maneuvers it, sandwiching it awkwardly between his belly and the youth's maw, as he slobbers on the crown as if he's trying to get it ready for something more.
Gus's heart is racing with anticipation, his mind swirling with the possibilities of what they could do together, and the realization that maybe the cub wants the same thing. He has lube, good quality stuff he uses for late night jerking when he's especially bored, sitting tucked away at the back of a drawer at the security desk. But how can he ask the cub to try something so impossible?
"Put it in me," he hears Douglas groan out against his wet cock head, but he isn't sure his foggy brain can wrap around what the cub is demanding. There's no way he wants the same thing, right? The follow-up plea cinches it: "Please put your wiener in my butt."
Gus's body is moving before his head can fully process the request. He guides himself with elbows and knees out the bathroom door and back into the security office. He can't see much with the squirrel's big bushy tail shuddering above his muzzle, but he knows the way. His cock slips out of the boy's grasp, flopping from side to side and dribbling precum on the tiled floor as he makes a beeline towards the desk.
Douglas grips Gus's hips to steady himself, but the cub is bouncing in his grip. Each little bounce drives Gus's wide tongue deeper into the boy's hole, setting off renewed gasps and groans from the cub. The sound is music to Gus's ears, and he can feel his own arousal building with every muffled moan.
As they make their way across the room, Gus's mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions: excitement, anticipation, desire, and a deep, growing love for the young cub who has captured his heart and soul. He knows that what they are doing is taboo, that society would frown upon their expression of passion, but at this moment, with Douglas, none of that matters.
When Gus feels the oversized desk chair bump his knee, he knows they are back in front of the desk. He flips the writhing cub back over and onto his shaky feet, the momentary image of Douglas flailing wildly as he is overturned, broadening Gus's smile at the mirth of the action. The young squirrel is clearly at the mercy of the much larger bear, but Gus reminds himself that it's really Douglas who is calling the shots. "You don't have to, you know," he says, wanting Douglas to understand that he doesn't want to force him into anything.
Douglas takes a moment to steady himself as Gus drops into the big black desk chair, the familiar groan of the seat reminding him that they are in a semi-public place. He scans the bank of monitors to reassure himself that they are alone, seeing only the gentle sway of trees and the pinion flags that litter the park as the wind flows through the deserted midway.
"I know, silly," Douglas says, his smile infectious as he looks up at Gus. "You've been making my butt feel so good, and I want to make you feel good too." The cub's eyes lock onto Gus's big shaft, standing upright against his big belly. "I bet it'd be fire to feel that in my tailhole."
Gus chuckles at the squirrel's enthusiasm, his heart swelling with love and affection for the brave and adventurous young cub. "This ought to help with the burning," he says with a wink as he pulls open the desk drawer to grab the bottle of lube. He squirts a good amount onto his paw and hands the bottle to Douglas. "Put a little under your tail," he directs the cub, smearing a good amount over his shaft as well.
As Douglas follows Gus's instructions, the bear can feel his own arousal building, his cock throbbing with anticipation of the tight, hot hole that awaits him. The young squirrel cub only goads him on further by turning and lifting his tail to expose his already wet tail star. The little pink ring glistens wetly as the cub applies the lube, his eyes sparkling with excitement and desire.
"You better get up here before I change my mind," Gus says, his voice thick with need as he scoots forward on the chair wheels. He wraps one big paw around Douglas's midsection and lifts the small cub easily, bringing him up to his chest. He uses his dry paw to push the red bushy tail aside as it tickles his nose, making him want to sneeze.
Now, Douglas rests with his little rear end against Gus's muscle gut, his body tense with anticipation as he looks down at the bear's throbbing cock. "How 'bout you guide my big bear cock into that little hole?" Gus suggests, his voice deep and rumbling with desire.
Douglas nods, his eyes wide with excitement and a hint of fear, but he reaches down and grasps Gus's cock firmly, guiding it towards his wet and waiting tailhole. As the tip of Gus's cock touches the tight, pink ring of Douglas's entrance, they both gasp, their bodies trembling with the anticipation of what will come next.
Gus can't help but feel amazingly lucky at finding such an adorable and willing cub in the Ferris wheel tonight. Albeit a little jealous that Douglas is experiencing all the things he wanted to experience at his age, he knows that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a chance to live out his darkest desires and fantasies while still being the protector and caretaker that he knows he can be.
As the greased glans of his cock slides over the boy's tight pink hole, he feels both like he's reliving his fantasies of his youth and living his fantasies as an adult. He's vicariously living out his darkest desires through Douglas. Yet at the same time, he's never before acted on his attraction to young cubs that blossomed when he reached puberty. Tonight's meeting is a godsend, a blessing from the universe that he will cherish forever.
Douglas finds the right angle for Gus's cock head to sink ever so slightly into the cub, and they both gasp anew. But despite breaching that tight hole ever so slightly, Douglas's depths remain closed to him. He's just too big for the little cub who whines and strains as he attempts to sit on a cock that many adults would consider too big.
"It won't fit," Douglas whines in frustration, his voice cracking with emotion. He seems just as eager to get his boy cherry popped, but Gus knows that it's going to take more than just brute force to make this happen.
An idea pops into Gus's head, and he reaches a big paw back into the desk drawer that had sat opened and abandoned to his side. The security equipment is a bit dated and still uses tapes to record the camera feeds. For once, he is happy for the fact, as his paw finds the small bottle of head cleaner used to clean the dust for the recorder heads. "I think this'll help, buddy," he says, holding up the bottle and a cotton rag in front of the cub.
Gus fumbles the bottle open and dabs a small amount onto the cloth. The heady aroma of chemicals hits the air, and Gus catches the scent of poppers even from that distance. His heart races with anticipation and desire, knowing that this could be the key to unlocking the tight, hot pleasure that awaits him. His head swims as they have the intended effect even on him, even from this distance.
Gus brings the damp cloth closer to Douglas's nose, careful not to get the liquid directly onto the cute little pink button. "It smells weird," the squirrel complains at first, turning his head up as far as it will go to look into Gus's face.
Gus beams back his most reassuring smile, his eyes crinkling with warmth and affection. "It'll help you relax," he promises, his voice deep and soothing. "Just take a whiff like you were smelling my balls earlier." He guides the cub on what to do, his heart pounding with anticipation and desire.
"I've never wished for a smaller cock in my life as much as I do right now," Gus admits, his voice thick with emotion. “But this should help your little hole open up.”
Douglas takes a tentative sniff at the cloth, his eyes going a little unfocused as the chemicals drive into his nostrils. "I love your big… cock just the way it is," the cub says, seeming to hesitate before saying the naughty word or maybe he's just not used to the way it sits on his tongue.
As Douglas lets in another shaky breath, Gus feels the tight, vice-like hole loosen around his cock. The head of his cock slips in ever so slightly, Douglas's virgin hole still gripping him insanely tightly, but he slowly sinks deeper into the cub. "It's going in," Gus grunts, his voice deep and rumbling with pleasure and satisfaction.
"It's so big," Douglas whines, his voice tight with emotion. But he doesn't move to stop his little rear end from sliding further down Gus's gut. In fact, the cub reaches up and pulls the cloth in Gus's paw closer to his nose, taking a deep intake of breath as his body sags like a ragdoll, his limbs buckling, and the tight hole loosens further. Gus tightens his other paw's grip around Douglas's midsection, holding him steady as he slowly sinks deeper into the young cub's body.
The head of Gus's cock slips fully into the cub's tailhole with a sucking pop sound, the corona ridge sealing inside like a small knot. "Fuck," Gus grunts, his voice deep and guttural with pleasure. "You feel so good around my cock." He rubs Douglas's tummy with his paw, soothing the cub and helping to guide a third inch into the cub's eager hole.
Douglas only mutters incoherently as he seems lost in the sensation of his innermost depths being penetrated for the first time. His back paws are splayed out over Gus's big thighs, and now only the bear's thick manhood supports the cub's weight. Gravity works to force more and more of Gus's impressive cock into the tight, hot hole, but the bear knows that it's going to take time and patience to make this work.
As Gus pulls the cloth away from Douglas's nose, not wanting the cub to get too gooned out as he takes his first cock, a fourth inch slips past the boy's rim, and the bear can feel himself prodding the cub's immature little prostate. The squirrel begins whimpering and gasping, his body trembling with the intense sensations coursing through him.
"That's it, buddy," Gus murmurs, his voice deep and soothing. "I'm hitting that little boy button, aren't I? Feels good?"
Douglas nods, his eyes wide and unfocused, his cheeks flushed with pleasure and desire. Gus can feel his cock throbbing with every throb, every gasp, and every heartbeat, and he knows that he is lost in the moment, in the passion and the pleasure that consumes them both.
Gus moves his paw southward, feeling the little prick wedge between his digits as he presses down slightly, forcing a fifth inch into the cub. Now nearly halfway in, he knows his medial ring will be kissing the cub's hole any moment. It's the thickest part of his shaft, but once it's in, things should get easier.
Gus starts bouncing the cub like a little stuffed plushie on his thick cock, their union of cock and tailhole making little squelching sounds as he prods in a little deeper with each little bounce, eliciting a gasp from Douglas, who seems to be driven ever closer to another cub cum.
"I can't wait to really fuck you," Gus whispers in Douglas's ear, his voice deep and gravelly with desire. He nips the cub's tufted ear, making Douglas squeal in pleasure as he attempts to shoot cum from his immature little sack. The squirrel squeezes around his thick shaft as he rides out his second dry cum of the evening.
Gus looks down at the young cub in his arms, he knows that he will never let him go, that he will cherish and protect him for the rest of their lives. His heart was filled with something deeper than desire, he was filled with growing love for Douglas. And aching and burning joy that he had never experienced in his life.
* * *
The squirrel's brain fog clears momentarily as Douglas's body relaxes after experiencing another one of those overwhelming moments. When his wiener… no, his little cock… tries and fails to make milk like Gus's did, he reaches down and feels the thick shaft that is pushing ever deeper inside him. It's so insanely big. How does it even fit?
But he knows it wants it all inside him. "It feels so good, Daddy Gus," he says, his cheeks blushing at his own words. Why did he add "Daddy"? It makes him sound like a baby, but the truth is that he wishes this big bear was his real daddy.
But Gus seems to like it. "You really love Daddy's cock, don't you?" the big bear asks, his voice deep and warm, sending shivers down Douglas's spine. Those words are just as tantalizing as the thick wiener invading his insides, making him yearn for more.
Douglas gives in and just goes for it, his heart pounding with desire and need. "I love my Daddy's cock," he says with a moan, feeling that very cock stretching him open wider. He can feel the strange ring of flesh prodding at his tail hole, trying to gain entrance, and he knows that it wants to be inside him too. "I want it all inside me," he says, letting his words echo his very thoughts.
With those words, Gus starts bouncing him a bit higher, the bear's big cock sliding out a few inches now and slamming back in as the bear's paw encircling his belly guides him up and down. The warm feeling begins growing in Douglas's belly again, making his thoughts confused and yearning for that special tingly feeling once more.
"I can feel it in your tummy," Gus says, his voice deep and rumbling with pleasure. He moves his paw to the side, and Douglas can indeed see the bear's big cock poking out of his belly each time he goes in as deep as he can. It's just a bump, but it's proof of how deep the bear is in him already, and Douglas can't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment at being able to take so much of Gus's impressive cock.
Gus swivels the chair a little closer to the desk and pauses bouncing Douglas long enough to grab that little bottle and cloth again. "I think you need just a little more goon juice, buddy," he says, reminding Douglas of how his hole opened up so easily the first time.
As their bouncing resumes, Gus brings the cloth closer to Douglas's nose, and the young squirrel cub takes another deep breath, feeling the effects of the poppers course through his body, relaxing his muscles and making him feel loose and warm. His tail hole seems to relax even more, and he can feel that thick ring of flesh slipping just past his rim, and the bear's big cock sliding just that much further into him.
He moans and whines involuntarily, his body trembling with the intense sensations coursing through him. He can feel his own little cock throbbing with every thrust, every gasp, and every heartbeat. And that bulge in his tummy grows bigger with each thrust, making him yearn for more.
Douglas takes another deep huff, and the only thought left in his chemical-addled brain is wanting to see that bulge get bigger. He reaches out to touch it, his fingers tracing the bulge like a shark fin rippling through his tummy and disappearing each time he is lifted higher. He can just make out the bulbous tip through the fur of his tummy at the apex of the bulge, and it feels so amazing, and Gus's grunts of pleasure reassure him that he is being a good boy for this big bear.
Then he feels that ring of flesh thrumming against that spot deep inside his tummy; the one that makes the sparkly feeling come alive. It's strumming his little button of joy like a finger on a guitar string, and he can feel the pleasure building and building, threatening to overwhelm him again completely.
Douglas reaches down between his thighs, past his hard little spike, and finds Gus's big balls jumping up and down beneath him. They are so close to meeting his body with each bounce that he can almost feel the impact. The bear is almost all the way inside him now. Maybe just one or two inches of thick bear cock separates their bodies from uniting completely.
A deep desire to feel the two of them joined fully grows into a need, and Douglas can feel himself yearning for that final connection, that last push that will bring them together as one. "It's so close," he whines, his voice tight with emotion and desire.
That feeling of fireworks is also getting closer, and his little cock tingles with anticipation. He fights to hold it back until Gus is all the way inside, his body trembling with the effort.
"Fuck," Gus groans, his voice deep and guttural, as if speaking through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna bust in your tight little ass. Just a little longer."
But it feels like there is a barrier blocking the bear from going any deeper, like a wall that is a little painful each time the bear pushes against it. Determined to make this work, Douglas reaches out for the little brown bottle, his eyes shining with determination and need. "Just a little more," he hisses, his voice filled with desire and anticipation.
Douglas's paw fumbles to open the bottle, but he just can't do it. His new position puts him at an odd angle, and he feels himself tumbling forward, the giant cock in his guts twisting as he flops forward onto the desk. The little brown bottle slips from his grasp. The cap rolls away to one side and the bottle rolls to the other, leaving behind a little river of brain-fog-inducing liquid in its wake. The odor erupts in his nostrils at full force just as he hears the wheels of the desk chair skittering as Gus stands and thrusts into him from behind.
The shock of hitting the desk face-first is overwhelmed by the shock of Gus's big cock ramming right past that barrier this time. "Ahhhhhr," he lets out a little scream of shock and pleasure as he feels the big bear's balls slam against his own little sack, and the bear's hips meeting his upturned backside.
Gus's thrusts come harder and faster now, the bear able to use the full of his strength to saw his thick cock in and out of the cub. He places one giant paw against the small of Douglas's back as he pulls out, leaving just the head of his cock inside before thrusting in fully again and again. The sound of their now more frantic fucking is accentuated by a squelching sound and their combined grunts and moans.
Douglas places a paw on his belly, feeling it distend with each thrust. The bear's cock, bigger around and longer than his forearm, pushes his belly out each time he bottoms out in the squirrel. The fireworks are rising quickly now, and he can't hold them back, his body trembling with the need to let go and surrender to the pleasure that consumes him.
As Gus continues to thrust and his balls bounce against Douglas’s small ones, their bodies sliding against each other in the warm, wet space, he feels a sense of closeness and connection that goes beyond words. It's the kind of bond that only comes from their shared lust and the passion that grows between two hearts that come to beat as one.
"Here it comes, Douggie," Gus bellows, thrusting deep and hard into him one final time. "I'm cumming!" His voice is deep and guttural, filled with pleasure and desire, as he pours his love and passion into the young cub.
Douglas reaches down and cups the tip of his little pecker as the tingles explode in his mind, and his pee-pee throbs and bounces against his pawpad. He feels his tailhole grip Gus's massive shaft as it clamps down, and he achieves his tingles, his body trembling with the force of his pleasure.
A single, solitary little squirt of liquid coats his paw. The last thought of actually making some cream just like Gus does slips from him as his awareness fades into a fog of ecstasy.
* * *
Gus clutches the boy to his chest as he fumbles backwards, looking for the support of that damn swivel chair. His cock continues to throb and pour out the largest cumshot he has ever experienced in his life, the whimpering cub's tailhole clenching on his cock, milking him for all he's worth. The waves of pleasure shiver through his very bones as he grunts through an orgasm that he doesn't think will ever end.
Finally, he drops safely into the chair, his big paw holding Douglas's belly as it bulges out, filled to the brim with big bear cock and what seems like a gallon of cum. Fuck, he loves this kid, and he knows that he will never let him go, that he will always be there for him, in heart and in spirit, for the rest of their lives. He doesn’t know how, but he will make it work.
As they sit there, belly to back, their bodies joined fully, Gus sees their reflection in the mirror. The little cub, spent in his arms, his little pecker having retreated back into its sheath, looks the very image of serenity. If not for the cum coating their thighs, he would have looked the very portrait of innocence and peacefulness
He knows that they have found something special and precious, something that will be theirs forever. With every throb, every gasp, and every heartbeat, they had forged a connection that will last a lifetime, a bond that will never be broken, no matter what the future may hold.
Thoughts of needing to take the cub back home at dawn linger at the back of his mind, but even if they were separated by distance, he knew that his heart would always be with this boy: his little Douggie. ",
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