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The brawl was over. Another defeat for me at Sean’s hands.

The full weight of Sean’s massive hairy body pressed down on me. His big shaggy chest heaved with mine in a kind of rhythm as we gasped for air.

It was only two days since we’d met and grappled for the first time at the campsite our fathers owned, boyhood friends and like me and Sean bears, and as we discovered, grapplers like us too. At sixteen Sean had two years on me and although I was a pretty big and beefy cub for my age Sean was also two inches taller, hairier, and outweighed me by about twenty pounds.

But I didn’t care. From the first we discovered we were two bearcubs who loved to bare our bodies and wrassle until the sun went down or came up, whichever came first. We lived in and for our battles.

Except for our gasping now we were stone still, two hairy, naked teenage bear bodies prostrate in the grass one on top of the other under a hot July sun. We’d fought with our every muscle until all the strength, bluster, and juice emptied out of us.

The shaggy hair on our chests and bellies stuck together, blades of grass and dirt clung to our furry legs and arms. A lather of sweat and good male cream glued our chests and bellies together; when the juice in our muscles was drained by our combat only the hard tongues of flesh on our groins had any juice left, and we drained that all out of each other too.

We had rolled and tumbled on the grassy field, arms and legs locked together. We’d locked arms around each other’s heads and arms, shoulders, legs, punched each other’s guts, pecs, biceps until they were sore and bruised. We smacked and struck each other’s mantools against each other so hard at one point we thought they’d crack. We’d kicked and yanked and tugged and bit our hairy pecs and threw and slammed each other down at every chance. Whoever landed on his back had to take the hard blow of the other’s full body weight hurled down hard on top of his opponent.

At the end of our combat when Sean had outwrestled me and I was flat out under him, his thick hands pinning my arms to the grassy soil, I took multiple blows of Sean’s heavier weight, bridging his body up and pounding it down on me again, again, again, again. Then the body of my bear cub opponent tightened and throbbed and streams of Sean’s hot white juice splashed me.

Moments later Sean lay spread-eagled on top of the picnic table down by the lake, while I sprawled out on the grass. Greg, Sean’s big woolly bear dad, came out of the main cabin he shared with my dad, Leo, his oldest and closest friend, walked down the slope to us and sat his 235-pound frame down.

Just by eyeing them anyone could tell Greg and Sean were father and son. Both were tall and had the same husky body type, thick heavy arms and legs, broad chest, dark complexion and curly black hair all over.

"Hey excuse me, but were you little boys doin’ something naughty today, eh?" Greg used his gravel voice to sound fierce and did.

"Do you know you and your fucking son wear the same tired shit-eating grin when you try to be serious?" I answered. The bear and his cub chuckled in unison.

"I was just being a good daddy." Greg pretended to sound serious. "I was wondering how you two little fuckers got all dirty and got all that greasy stuff all over you, eh?"

Staring straight up at the clouds Sean said, "Like your greasy stuff, daddy. If you remember back that far?"

A huge hairy arm reached out and locked around Sean’s neck. "Come again, little boy?"

"Sure daddy ... I can come again, all over ya ... but stop chokin’ me, daddy!" Sean squealed and flailed his arms and legs up and down on the table. Greg pressed down and Sean squealed louder and then Greg released him.

"Hey, that’s a pretty good question," I piped up.

Greg shot me a grin. "What question’s that?"

"When you and dad met up and wrestled the first time. I’m curious. I want to know how and where, and what happened?"

"You writing a fucking novel, kid?"

"And how your peckers got all hard and stiff, and you squirted cumjuice for days, and where it went. No leaving out the good stuff." The matter-of-fact way Sean and Greg talked about sex, wrassling, or just about anything else always delighted me because my Dad and I weren’t used to that much openness with each other. Until that camping trip, that is.

Greg chuckled. "Okay, why not? You wanna hear about it, sure, I’ll tell ya. All the gory details."

"When I met Leo I was seventeen, he was about a year older. Back then I was pretty much the same big old furball bear you see now, a little over six feet then and maybe about 215 pounds or so.

Wrasslin? Hell, yeah, every chance I got. As a kid I hung around guys who looked liked they’d get into some fucking around, y’ know, horseplay shit, backyard wrasslin. But the guys I took on weren’t up to wrestlin’ like I wanted to, bareass naked and fuck the rules. I wrestled in school and did okay, I even won a couple of meets, but not the way I wanted to wrassle.

Anyhow, I went to vocational school to learn carpentry, which I liked, and it led to getting a summer job with a local contractor, an older guy, a real big ole bear fucker too. I’d ‘ve given anything to wrassle that fucker! Wheeeyoo! Well, it was a great summer anyway, the greatest summer ever. I liked my work and the other men and my boss liked me.

Then one afternoon my boss gets a call from one of the kid’s summer camps on the east shore of the lake; he said it was a basic repair job, shouldn’t take too long and would I handle it? Hell yeah, I said. Hey, when you’re a green kid you know how fuckin’ terrific it feels to be trusted with a job solo.

So I drove out to the camp and they told me one of the counselor’s cabins had a leaky roof that needed fixing. They kept the cabins for the male and the female counselors far away from each other, the guys were way out in the woods near three-quarters of a mile from the main campground, might as well be the next goddam county. So I drove down this narrow dirt road, found the cabin, got up my ladder and got to work.

It was a hot August day and already late in the afternoon, so I knew I’d have to come back the next day to finish. I was sweating rivers and I’d peeled off my shirt while I was working. An hour or so later I’m finishing up when I thought I heard someone whistling, but up on the roof I can’t see anybody.

Next I hear this voice saying, ‘Hey man, thanks for fixin’ my roof,’ and I looked down and there’s a guy standing there who’s the fucking hottest handsomest hairy bear I ever laid eyes on, built like a battleship! Shit, this guy looked so hot he could melt snow and was exactly the type for my kind of wrassling, if he was game for it, that is.

I guessed his height a little under six feet and weight maybe 200 or so. He had this thick brown hair which just sort of fell all over, tousled, big dark eyes, and a real man’s face, square jaw, no babyface type, there was fuzz on his cheeks and his chin too.

He was wearing cutoffs just like me and a shirt with no sleeves open down the front, showing off one bee-you-tee-full thick chest and belly all covered with a glorious dark brown coat of hair, good solid arms and beefy legs too. Whooooaaaa! I damn near fell off the goddam ladder.

I said ‘You’re welcome’ and slid down the ladder. ‘Anything else you need fixed?’ I didn’t think I’d get the answer I wanted. Yet.

‘Not now. But you look like you need a cold drink. I got some sodas in a cooler."

He was sort of shy, but he had a big friendly smile and his eyes were friendly and I figured he just took a little more time to warm up to people.

The guy didn’t treat me like the hired help, he was real polite and shook my hand. ‘My name’s Leo, and thanks for fixing that damn roof. I got soaked in there a few nights ago when it rained!’

‘Yeah ... um, I guess you might get really wet in there,’ I said, and winked at him. He kind of blushed.

The two of us were kinda nervous I think. I was sweating but not just because of the heat, because this guy was so fuckin’ hot and from the minute I laid eyes on him something just took hold of me, I said to myself. ‘You gotta wrassle this guy, the way you want, pure and simple buck naked wrasslin!’

I introduced myself. ‘Greg Beausoleil.’ Our hands were trembling but we clamped down tight; a good sign, I thought.

‘You from Quebec?’ he asked.

‘My father’s family’s Quebecois, my mother’s Cajun French," I told him.

We went inside that hot little cabin, me with no shirt on and him with his shirt wide open showing his big hairy chest. Our working day was done and we sat around sweating like pigs and shooting the shit, fumbling for what to say next. He made me so fuckin’ horny I forgot myself and my eyes were roaming up and down that big cub’s body. I wasn’t doing a shitty job of hiding my thoughts!"

"My rod was just as hard in my pants as yours, old buddy!" My dad’s voice came from behind us as he jumped up on top of the picnic table. Dad flashed a big smile at me, which said it was okay by him that I was hearing this, that he wanted me to know.

Now Dad started talking as Greg leaned back and Sean and I listened intently. We were coming to the good part.

"Yeah, we were two horny young fuckers full of piss and vinegar itchin’ to get down and dirty. But each guy waited to see who was gonna make the first move.

I did, remember? Shocked the shit outta me. Hey, I thought if I didn’t do something he’d leave. He’s right, I was shy, but this fucker was too good to him let get away that easy. Besides, I could see us wrestling hot and heavy. He was young too but definitely a bear, one hairy fucker, fleece as black as coal all over that big heavy chest, arms and legs, dynamite looking, dangerous green eyes ... Who’d blame me?

That cabin was really small, I mean tiny: maybe five feet from wall to wall, barely enough room for one guy let alone two: a single folding bed, table and chair, a footlocker, that was it. I dropped into the chair and he threw himself on the cot. The smell of our bodies and our sweat filled the cabin making me hornier than I already was, and I got a mound in my pants and was really nervous and kept thinking, awh jeez, he’s gonna notice and hotfoot it outta here.

I looked at my watch and said, ‘Gee, it’s going on seven.’ Greg didn’t make a move to go, instead he just sort of leaned back and got more comfy, leaned up against the cabin wall and spread his legs wide, propped one leg up on the little table right next to where I was sitting. Well, at that close range you couldn’t miss his big basket. You couldn’t miss anything. His big hairy leg is right next to me.

So he flashed me that grin, you know the one, now Sean’s got it. When I tried to speak my voice cracked which embarrassed the shit out of me. He just looked at me and grinned while we chatted about this and that. I felt horny and stupid. And now I’m thinking, ‘Well, maybe he’s just a cockteaser and he’s doing a number to get me hot and bothered and then he’s gonna leave.’

So it was now or never. I stood up. ‘Hey, man, how about a swim? The lake’s real good this time. If you’re, up--up for it,’ I stammered, trying to pull my eyes off his crotch and look him straight in the eyes.

Well, it worked. ‘Hey, there’s a great fuckin’ idea!’ Even then he had that booming voice. He jumps to his feet in a flash, I’m on my feet, we’re standing real close together, face and chest inches apart. I wanted to tackle him but instead he brought both fists hard down on my biceps.

‘Man, you’re my kinda guy! Let’s hit the water!’

Bulls’ eye, I thought. I tore off my shirt and we’re out the door. There was a narrow footpath right behind the cabin that snaked around the hill through the big pines to a little cove on the lake, a private place where the guy counselors could swim bareass.

Along the way Greg asked me about the other guys on staff and I told him I was it, the only guy on staff. We started the season with three guys but one quit and the other got sick, but since they had more than enough female counselors to handle things they didn’t need another guy. He grinned at that, and also when I mentioned that this part of the camp was strictly for the guys and no one else was allowed over here."

Greg piped up. "Shit! Yeah, I knew I had my golden chance. There we were, two young hot-to-trot bears alone in the woods going off to swim bareass naked. When I heard that my cock got twice as hard and man, I thought I’d cream right there just thinking about what I was planning to do with this stud!’

Dad and Greg smiled at each other, then Greg continued.

"I was determined to wrassle this fucker and decided, what the hell, Gregoire, better go for broke or forget it. I told him a lot of guys his age wouldn’t bother gettin’ to know hired help or being that friendly, taking me swimming and all. But Leo was no snobby fucker who thought his shit didn’t stink, you know? And he just says, ‘Hey, feel free to come back whenever you feel like it. It’s great having a good guy to hang around with.’

I put my arm around his shoulder and punched his biceps with my other fist a couple of times. Well, Leo shoots me his own big shiteating grin and says, ‘Here’s your change!’ and slams a good friendly punch of his own right into my gut. We both got the message. So we’re walking to the lake we start trading punches to our guts and biceps, then our chests. Schoolboy shit, you know, but the punches were hard.

By the time we got to the lake we were quiet. We kicked off our shoes and just stared out at the lake. It was just sunset and it was beautiful, so quiet you could hear your goddam heart pound. I did. And then I just sort of growled at him, you know, like a real angry ol’ bear, and crouched down into the attack posture with my arms out. He grinned and snarled back at me, and he crouched like me, then we started circling each other.

Growling and snarling, we tackled each other. He wrapped his leg around mine to try and trip me but I was quicker and he was on his back in the grass in no time. I straddled him, pinned his arms down flat and he fought fuckin’ hard to push my arms up, but I met his resisting muscle just as hard. He was one strong fuckin’ young bear and so was I, it was a real good match, you know? Then he used his legs to push me real hard from the gut, I flew off and landed on my back and he was across me in a chest pin.

Neither of us moved or struggled, we just breathed sort of heavy, and I could tell we both liked our bare furry chests against each other like that. There was some serious eye contact while shooting those come-and-get-it-fucker grins.

After a minute went by he finally said, "You wanna swim?" and he jumped off me and I said okay and got up. That wasn’t all that was up, there were big fuckin’ humps in our shorts and we saw ‘em. Leo sticks his thumbs in his cutoffs and flashes me this I-dare-you grin and yanks them off so hard I heard ‘em rip.

‘Hope your don’t mind...?’ he says.

‘Shit no. These filthy work shorts’ll dirty up the lake!’ and yanked them off, and Boing! Out from two hairy ol’ groins popped two teenage pokers, horizontal and hard as fuckin’ iron! I punched his gut and jumped in the water, and Leo jumped in after me."

"Well, the lake was nice and cool so we messed around some, dunking and punching and tacking each other, but not for long," Dad chimed in, grinning at me and Sean, taking up the story. The way Dad looked at me and Sean I could tell he was glad the two of us had sealed our own bond.

"We got out of the water and flopped down on the grass under a big willow, lying side by side, listening to each other breathe. The sun was down but the air was still steamy hot.

After a minute we both sat up, our arms around our knees. By this time we were both so tense and edgy you could slice it. It was deadly quiet, we weren’t talking, just staring at each other. Then we heard some kids yelling from a motorboat way out on the lake and it sort of jolted us.

Then Greg just stood up and glared down at me. He didn’t need to say the word because his face and that great big hairy body said it: ‘now’. I understood and got right to my feet. Our eyes were glued on each other’s naked body, hands at our sides, we took a step closer and pressed against each other, chest to chest.

I couldn’t believe it was happening. He was the wildest, hottest bear I ever saw, and what was weird was that in every exact detail Greg was the grappler I used to fight in all my wet dreams since I was a kid. We stabbed our dicks like two metal rods into our hairy pelvises. A little stream of saliva ran down my chin.

Cupping my hands on his bushy-haired pecs I clenched them into vise-grips and squeezed as hard as I dared. His face twisted and contorted, then mine did too as his hand found my rod and he tightened his grip on it, slowly twisting. The storm broke. Pain shot through our bodies like lightning. I pinched and twisted his nipples hard, he tightened his hand on my cock. Air rushed out our mouths. The first threshold test.

Little hushed, sharp cries like two wounded animals curdled in our throats and then we released each other and we sprang back a few paces. He had this primitive kind of look as we charged, smashing into each other and savagely locked our arms around our necks and heads. It was the wildest, rawest goddam sensation of power I’d ever felt come over me. It was like getting high, only better.

Our arms were cinched tight around each other’s necks, our torsos bent into the struggle to get the fight down to earth, but neither one of us gave. I used my knees and legs to try to make him lose his balance, trying not to lose my own balance. But he kicked back, and so now we both started kicking, real hard too. And we were still fighting hard on our feet.

With each moment we struggled the frenzy boiled. Freeing one arm he landed a punch to my breadbasket so hard it knocked the air out of me and you better believe I let go of him. Shit, I doubled up but he hesitated so I got a punch off to his gut, but then instead of punching again I grabbed his leg and yanked it up, which caught him off guard and he went sprawling and I fell on top of him.

‘Awh you fucker!’ he growled at me as we rolled around fighting on the ground at last. My gut still was sore from that punch but the adrenaline was pumped. I don’t know how many fucking times we rolled but we just kept rolling and grappling until we smashed against a tree, and I was under him. He thought he had me pinned under his weight and against the tree, but by that time I was so slick with sweat and body oil I managed to slither out from under him, grabbed his arms and got him in a Boston crab before he knew what hit him!

‘Want more?’ I snarled, ‘or ya wanna show me somethin’ good, fucker?’

‘Arwrrrrrgh!’ he groaned. ‘Get fucked...! I got plenty more.’

I let go of him and jumped back. ‘Show me, fucker! C’mon!’ And he was on his feet again."

Sean and I exchanged familiar nods as Greg leaned forward and started talking.

"So he lets me up. That’s his big fuckin’ mistake ‘cause I just dove at him, I mean literally airborne coming at him. And in the same moment Leo trips over a goddam branch or root or something and falls on his backside into this clump of bushes, me flying on top of him. It might have been full of thorns or hornets for all we knew, but when he says we were in a frenzy he’s not joking.

Well, shit, we landed and I let out the biggest yelp, because as we land Leo’s fuckin’ knee goes up and rams me right in my balls! Yeeooww! I saw the goddam stars! And I’m on my back in agony, clutching my balls and my tool. And there’s Leo, straddling me... Well, the pain in my balls pisses me off and I go and lose it completely, and my knee flies up right between his legs and wham! now it was Leo’s turn."

"Yeah, that must’ve been some fuckin’ sight! We’re both writhing around on our asses, holding our family jewels moaning and groaning," Dad interjected.

"After a couple of minutes, we sat up, holding our cocks, and just stared at each other. And we just started laughing our asses off. We looked so stupid, you know? We hurt so bad and laughed so hard we were crying!" Greg continued.

"Yeah, I just looked at him and said, ‘Man, but I can’t remember the last time I had this much fuckin’ fun!’ Dad added. "We knew what happened, but it was cool, it added real combat to the struggle, made us realize we weren’t just horsing around."

Greg picked up the story. "So after rolling around laughing and howling like hyenas and wagging our cocks at each other, and then starting a fuckin’ cockfight, we were goin’ at it again, clenched in the tightest fucking bearhug ever.

Our arms wrapped tightly around our trunks, our chests started to slide up and down against each other because by then we were both stinking wet with sweat and dirt. But we kept squeezed hard as we could, we fought with what nature gave us, arms and chests, squashed each other good and hard, basic manpower." Greg’s eyes widened at the recollection.

"Squashing our buck naked bodies together like that, man, it was fierce!" Dad said nodding. "Neither one would let go or loosen up in the slightest. Someone was gonna have to yell uncle but our juices were at full boil and neither one was ready to quit the fight. One time my feet were off the ground---"

"One time?" Greg laughed.

"Alright, twice, maybe. Fuck you! Well, I thought old Leo almost had me, the fucker was mashing me like potatoes; a moment later it was his turn, I blew out all my air and let out a big old growl and Leo’s feet treaded air.

On that steaming hot August night the heat from two young sweating bear bodies grinding and mashing against each other like that was so intense I thought we’d end up covered with major friction burns. We locked in that bearhug for who knows how long. Even heard bones crack a little, but hell, we were both getting pretty fucking fatigued by now, we’d pumped just about all the power we had.

Finally we just gave out, let go. Crashed into a big heap o’ furry bearflesh. Man, we were so fucking exhausted we knew it would be a while before we could start grapplin’ again."

Greg’s white teeth flashed as he grinned. "That’s for goddam sure! Battle number one was over, but there’d be more. I was on my back panting and gasping for air. And yeah, I admit it, tears were rollin’ down my cheeks, but the good tears, and there was old Leo was right next to me and he was blubbering his heart out."

Dad nodded. Sean and I felt a familiar lump in our throats.

"We’d fought to a draw this time," Dad looked right at me and then at Sean, "and our hands clasped together and the our faces showed each other how much that contest meant. That was sheer fucking exhilaration, the kind of high you could never get out of any bottle or weed. We let all those wild, angry critters we keep inside us out of their cages and set ‘em free. That brought us together, it’s a hell of a gift.

For a long time we just clung to each other. Then our hands brushed up and down each other’s chest, slowly, feeling that beautiful old greasy film of sweat all over our hairy bodies. We opened our mouths and took turns licking the sweat on our chests, bit our nips, licked our way up and down our bodies, each tasting and inhaling the sweet stench of manliness.

Nice and slow, we stroked our biceps and forearms, rubbed all over our slick, hairy guts. We buried our faces in the wet fleece in our pelvises and ran our fingers through and pulled and tugged the manes of hair on our groins, and we patted our balls.

Our hands found and grasped the shafts of our bearcocks, and they were so hard we knew why they called ‘em boners. We started rubbing and pumping and jerking each other’s boner.

Then I remember looking up and seeing that great big beefy thick bear body of Leo kneeling over me, then going rigid, his whole huge frame throbbing. Then long, hot sprays of jism were squirting out his big rod. Man! I remember how warm his jism felt as it hit my chest and my gut. Big globs of bear jism stuck to the hair on my pecs and gut, even my arms.

I grabbed him by the shoulders, rolled him on his back, threw my weight down on top of him, pressed his arms down against the grassy soil and started to grind my body against Greg’s, rubbing and mashing all that greasy sweat and jism together, slowly at first, then gradually I rubbed faster, over and over. I kept that up as long as I could, and then after a few moments, I pushed my ass up and just let the weight of my body slam down on his.

Again and again I pounded my body down hard on top of him, Greg letting out a big groan each time my grizzly hulk slammed his, until finally I couldn’t hold it in any more and I shot big white arrows of cumjuice out all over the cub’s furry chest and wet the boy down good, soaked his furry old bod."

Dad and Greg sank back, their chests heaving. Sean and I were sitting on top of the picnic table with our arms around each other.

"Thanks." Sean and I said it almost in unison. Dad nodded but said nothing. But my Dad and I had never looked at each other like that before.

A moment later Sean nudged me and spoke up.

"And when your papa got off duty at the camp the next night, guess who was waiting for him inside that little cabin?"

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