The phone rang, startling me out of my reverie. I quickly gathered my wits and picked it up, silently hoping it was Michael. I had met Michael about two weeks ago from an online dating site. He was a musclebear daddy, 37 years young, about 6'2" tall, 200 pounds, black facial and body hair, and he had well-defined muscles. I had yet to see him sans clothes, but my imagination was fertile enough. Me? 31 years, 6', about 180 pounds, with reddish brown facial hair, brown hair on top of my head, and slightly darker hair over the rest of my body in generous patches. My muscles weren't as quite well-developed as his, but I was working on it, and making progress every day.

We had gone on 2 dates so far, and while they were pleasant - He was a great conversationalist and a decent judge of food that would satisfy a bear - An upscale chinese restraunt the first time, and a quaint 50's style diner with delicious steaks the second time - Nothing sexual had happened at the conclusion of the dates, despite him seeing me eye his package quite a bit. In fact, I had only gotten as far as hugs (big bear ones though) and pecks on the cheek. While this left me disappointed, I figured I'd keep the interest up and see where it led.

"Hello?"

"Richard! How are you today?"

"I'm doing great, how about you?"

"Fine, more or less."

I noticed he wasn't upbeat when he said this, so I asked him what was going on. He told me that he wanted someone to talk to about it, over a nice meal. He wouldn't tell me what it was though. He named a time that was fine with me, although a bit of a short notice, only two hours away. I asked him where he wanted to meet, and he gave me an address. I didn't recognize it, so I asked what the name of the place was. Acting coy, he dodged the question, saying only that I would like the food and atmosphere. Saying that he had to go get ready, he said "Don't be late, you'll miss some great food!" and hung up.

Curiosity got the better of me as I hung the phone up. I moved over to the PC and typed the address into Google. No hits listing a restraunt, hmmm. I tried putting the address into Street View, got a message saying that they had no images of that area. Hmm. Ok, fine, I can take a mystery.

I went to take my shower and got ready for this short notice dinner. The whole time I was getting ready, I couldn't shake the feeling that Michael was depressed about something. My preperations finished, I looked up a public transit route to the adress, and found one leaving in 5 minutes, with a 20 minute ride. Not too bad, so no need for a cab. I locked up my apartment and headed for the bus, grabbing my small backpack with odds & ends in it on my way out the door.

27 minutes later as the bus pulled up to the stop (They were late, of course), I looked around and try as I might, I didn't see a restraunt. Scratching my beard in contemplation, I pulled the phone out of my pocket and dialed Michael's number, standing in the cool evening air in a residential neighborhood. After two rings, he answered. "Michael!" I greeted him warmly, "It's Richard. I'm at the bus stop near the address you gave me, but I'm a bit confused, I don't see a restraunt here..".

Michael said "Don't wander off. I'll be there in 2 minutes." and hung up. Curious to see what this would lead to, I leaned against the bus stop and waited. In the distance, I saw Michael walking toward the bus stop, so I walked to him. "It's good to see you Michael. Are you OK? You didn't sound very happy on the phone." "Well, that's a loaded question best hashed out over dinner. Come on, the food's getting cold." As I walked with him, I asked him if this was where he lived. He said yes. I smiled a bit and said simply "Lead on then."

He walked up to a modest house. I couldn't see the details, but it appeared to be nice. Upper middle class, I'd guess. He unlocked the door, stepped in, and called for me to come in. As I stepped in, he said "Lock the door, would you?". I said "Sure" and then turned to look at his home. He had made a beeline for the dining room presumably, since he was not in the room the door opened into. It was a very nicely appointed living room, modest and clean. I also noticed several art prints of musclebears in various states of undress and positions on the walls.

He stepped into the living room, cutting my gawking short. "You can look at it later, come with me, the food is getting cold." I took off my small backpack, set it down next to the door, and followed him. He led me to a dining room, which again, was nicely appointed, though there was no bear art on the walls here. "I'm glad you came, I really need to talk to someone." He led me to the table, and to my slight surprise, pulled the chair out for me, and beckoned for me to sit. I sat, and he pushed the chair in. For just a few moments, I felt his belly on the back of my head. I could have sworn that I felt the hair under the t-shirt he was wearing.

He sat in a nearby chair, and began dishing out food from a set of covered dishes onto the plates that were on the table. I noticed that he had already put glasses of iced tea on the table. Whatever it was, it smelled good. He had positioned the lids on the the covered dishes so that I couldn't see the food quite yet. A couple seconds later, he brought the plate out from behind the cover and set it in front of me. On my plate was a huge serving of meat lasagna, with meatballs and garlic bread, and some corn and carrots. "It looks delicious Michael. Did you cook this?" He smiled, and I saw his cheeks get distinctly red. "Yeah, I did. It's not much, but.." "Oh shush." I made the gay-esque dismissive wave with my right hand. "I'm sure it will be delicious." After he had finished putting food on his plate, I said "So, what has you depressed?"

He looked at me, still with a slight smile, and said "You could tell I was depressed just based on a 20 second phone call after 2 dates?" "Yep. Out with it." "Interesting.." He trailed off a bit. "Anyhow, today at work I got some crappy news and I needed to talk it over with someone.."

Almost 45 minutes later, just as we had both finished our food, he pushed his chair back and stood. "I have to get these in the dishwasher, I'll be back, don't move." Upon hearing that, I started to get up. Seeing me move to get up, Michael surprised me: He raised his voice and barked for me to SIT DOWN! I could only sit back down, pull the chair back in, look at him, smile, and say "Yes, SIR!" He grabbed our plates and the serving dishes and disappeared into the kitchen. A few seconds later, he come out, walked past me with two full glasses of tea, calling over his shoulder that he'd be back in a few more seconds. He came back, walked over to my chair, and pulled it out. I stood, and turned to face him, and put my hands on his shoulders. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble." "No, I wanted to, you deserve it after listening to me pour out my frustations. Thanks for the kind ear, you've given me some stuff to think about. Now, I know you need to digest like a good musclecub, so will you join me in the living room? I've picked a movie I think you'll like. I got the idea after you told me about that special you watched on cable about the that guy that raised an abandoned bear cub."

I followed him into the living room, and on our way out the dining room, he turned out the light. This made the house quite dark. I stopped, unsure of where I was going. I felt his hand on my arm. "Follow me." He led to me to the couch and gently pushed me into a sitting position. He quickly followed, sitting next to me, firmly up against me. It was still dark, but I felt him pressed up against me, warm, and just the right firmness. He felt.. comfortable. I felt him shift, and the TV turned on. In the light from the TV, I saw him grab another remote and start a DVD. A couple seconds later, the title screen appeared. It said simply, "Bear". "Stop.", I said. He put the remote down and looked at me. "You don't like this movie?" "No it's not that. It's just that.. I have this movie at home, and it's one of my favoites. How did you know?" "I just did, I guess. So which one are you, the bear, the cub, or one of the hunters?" "I'd say I'm firmly entrenched in cub territory. Which one are you?" "The bear, of course." He smiled, grabbed the remote and started the movie.

As the movie started, he grabbed me gently and and snuggled me close, much as one might hold a teddy bear. After a few seconds, he drew away from me, grabbed the remote, and paused the movie, saying "Something's not quite right. Take off your shirt." Considering that all I had gotten on the last 2 dates were hugs and pecks on the cheek, I complied. He joined me. He looked at my chest, and nodded approvingly. "Now, take off the rest." I was unable to hide my look of surprise, though I quickly toned it down to a smile. As I stripped the rest of my clothes off, throwing them in a pile near the couch, he did the same. After a few moments, the two of us were quite naked. I was struck, not by his well-defined muscles, which were quite gorgeous, but by his HAIR! He had so much that it almost appeared as though he was still dressed! I couldn't help it, my mouth just fell open as I stared at him. I very likely drooled a bit. "Now we can watch the movie." We readjusted ourselves, I closed my mouth, and he gently put both of his hands on my shoulders, saying "Cuddle up with me." Still quite surprised, I did so.

As the movie progressed, he gently explored me with his hands. I could not help but think how they felt like giant paws, instead of hands. The fact that he had a huge amount of body hair made the image of an ursine bear all the more realistic. When I went to do the same to him, he gently grabbed my hands and put them down. "Later." I let out a slight whimper, but nonetheless, settled back aginst him and let him contine his exploration as we watched the movie. Sometime later, as he had settled into a rhythm of playing with my hair, I felt it. His manhood, getting warm and hardening under my body. I briefly wondered what I should do, but quickly decided. In one deft move, I re-arranged myself so I could suck his cock. He didn't make any moves to resist, so I licked at the head. I could swear that I saw the small veins in it swell with more blood as it enlarged even more. It was now quite large.

I proceeded to work on his cock, intent on draining his balls, and swallowing the load. Something in my head told me he would like it if I swallowed, and I was all too happy to oblige. I stretched out the blowjob as long as I could, and brought him to the edge at least 3 times. He started to moan very softly and whine, and I heard a very quiet, whispered plea. "Please." I went to town on his dick, sure that I would let him cum this time. Sure enough, in short order, he started twitching. "I'm going to cum.. Richard.. I'm going to.." He didn't get the last word out. As he came, I took him as deeply as I could and swallowed, and reached around with my hand and grabbed his balls in just the right spot, intensifying his orgasm. Then I noticed something. He was growling as he came. Almost as fast as he came, I felt him grab my head and push it down on his cock, hard. Fighting the urge to gag from his size, I continued to swallow. His cum tasted nice, not bitter, a bit sweet. He shot quite a large load. When it stopped, he released my head. I gently cleaned him, and as I came up, he met my face and kissed me. After what seemed like an eternity (he was a very good kisser!), he broke the kiss and smiled. "My turn."

He took one of his huge paws, pushed me down on the couch, and quickly went to work on me. In very short order, he had me in orbit. I let out a whimper, and grabbed his head as I came. As I had done with him, he swallowed my load and cleaned me up. When he came up, he grabbed me and kissed me again, though not for quite as long as the last kiss. When he broke the kiss, he drew me close to him again, against his chest. In one ear, I could hear his heartbeat. It was strong and steady. In my other ear, I heard "You surprised me." Not moving my head, I said "How so?" "You swallowed. Most men would not have done that. It.. turns me on. Thank you."

"Well, I just had a feeling that you were safe, and that you would enjoy it, so I did it. Should I not do that in the future?" "Oh no, it's not that. Please, feel free to swallow in the fut-" he stopped abruptly, pulled me off his chest to his eye level, and looking at me, he said "What makes you think there will be a future?" I considered for a moment, looking at his face. I could swear that I saw a flash of fear. I reached out and put a hand on his chest, open palmed. "It's OK, Michael. I just feel that we have a connection, at least on some level." He made no move to move my hand off of his chest. I asked, "Are you mad at me? Did I move too fast?". "No, no. It's just.. Well, ever since I met you on the first date, you seemed to know things about me, things you shouldn't have been able to guess. The state I was born in. How many dogs I had as a kid. How old I was when I came out. And tonight, again, you somehow knew just the right things to say to help me with my work problems. You also somehow knew that I wanted you to suck my dick, within seconds of me thinking it, and that I wanted you to swallow, all without me saying a word. This whole thing is kinda scary. How do you do it?"

"Nothing magical or spooky, I assure you. I just paid attention to details and stayed attentive." He opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it. I pulled my hand away from his chest and cuddled back up to him. I heard his heartbeat again, this time faster. Over the next several seconds, he said nothing. His heartbeat slowed to normal. I felt him put his huge paws on me, and after he took a deep breath, he spoke. "I have never met a cub quite like you, Richard. On one hand it scares me, and on the other, it thrills me. This far, after 3 dates? I wasn't even expecting sex tonight - I was only planning on dinner, a movie, and to cuddle up with you in bed. To feel you out before I went any farther. I've had my heart broken in the past because I moved too fast, and I'll be damned if I'll let it happen again."

He stopped, and I laid there, considering my words. "I will not accuse you of moving too fast, nor will I intentionally break your heart. From the first time that I met you, watched you, talked to you, I had this faint feeling that I could trust you implicitly. The more I thought about it, the more it grew. The last date and tonight's date have only solidified that. As the old phrase goes, you have pushed all the right buttons. My advice is, if you feel like moving faster, then do so. We only live once. If you do something that I object to, I'll be honest and tell you, I won't just leave and stop returning phone calls." A long moment passed, and then Michael spoke again. "Do you promise?" "Yes, I do. You are the musclebear for me, Michael."

Without a word, he moved one of his gargantuan paws off of me, grabbed the remote, stopped the movie (which I had all but forgotten about), and turned off the TV. He put the remote down, and moved his paw back to where it was. We sat like that in the now dark living room, not moving or speaking for several minutes. I continued to listen to his heartbeat, mesmerized by it. Finally, he gently disentagled us and pushed me upright, got up, and grabbing me under my arms, pulled me to my feet. Then he did something that terrified me, at least initially. He picked me up in his arms, as if to carry me over a threshold! Once I knew that he wasn't going to drop me, I calmed down. I felt his face near mine, and then he kissed me yet again. "You win. We'll let this run it's course. If it's right, then I will be overjoyed. If it bombs, I will be devastated. Please, PLEASE do not let me screw up, and whatever you do, don't break my heart. It's still fragile."

He carried me down the hallway, towards his bedroom I assume. On the way, he stopped and asked if I needed to take a leak or anything. Even though I didn't really want him to put me down, I did need to pee, so I said so. He followed me into the bathroom, and in the light from a bear-shaped nighlight, we moved to the toilet and peed. He kept up his stream a fair bit longer than mine. I filed this away in my mind as an interesting tidbit, perhaps a subconscious way of him showing me that he was bigger, that he was the alpha, the master. When he finished, I had found a rag near the sink and wet it. I proceeded to wipe our dicks and the surrounding areas down, and then, it hit me. I rinsed the rag out and made sure our asses were clean too! He rummaged in the medicine cabinet, and in short order, handed me a toothbrush with toothpaste on it, and I saw that he had one himself. With a sort of sheepish look, he said "I keep spares." We brushed our teeth and rinsed, then he picked me up in his arms again, and carried me out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. I could faintly make out the bed. He walked to the foot of the bed, hugged me close, kissed my forehead, and finally, gently sat me down on the foot of the bed, with my feet hanging over the edge.

He said "Don't move." He went to the side of the bed and turned a table lamp on. As my eyes adjusted, I saw that there were teddy bears on his bed. How cute. He opened the drawer on the nightable, and I held my breath, wondering if he was going to fuck me, so soon after our fun in the living room? Sure enough, he pulled his hand out of the drawer with a bottle in it. He closed the drawer and walked back over to me, standing in front of me. I looked at the bottle. Predictably, the bottle was like one of the old style honey jars in the shape of a teddy bear, with a nozzle on the top. I liked it. He was as into cuteness overload as I was.

He looked down at me, smiling, and said "I hope you don't mind, but I have wanted fuck you since the end of that first date." "No, I don't mind at all! But.. I see you don't have a condom. Are you sure?" "Yes. I want to make you into my cub, the proper way. Are you ok with that?" "Yes SIR! But.." "What?" "I haven't been fucked in a good while. Please go slow and be gentle, at least at first." "I could never hurt you, Richard. Of course I'll go slow. Now, lay back, and let me send you into heaven." As I laid back, I saw him drop to his knees. And then, I knew why! I felt his beard and stubble in my ass crack, joined in short order by his tongue pushing its way into my hole! That got me moaning in short order. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt his tongue pull out and a finger take its place. He alternated between his beard & tongue and one, two, and three fingers for quite a while. Finally, I would take it no longer, and started thrusting my ass towards him and whimpering. He stood up, leaned over me, squirted some lube into his hand, and used 3 fingers to put it in my ass. He squeezed out another shot of lube and used it to lube his dick, then set the bottle down on the floor. I remembered how big it was when I was sucking it. The thought of him putting it in me terrified me on one hand, and nearly made me cum on the other.

He looked into my eyes and said "It's OK, I'll go slow. You're safe." Without letting my gaze go, he began to rub his dick up and down my ass crack. This continued for some time. Finally, when I stopped gasping and twitching as his dick passed my hole, he rubbed it up my crack a final time, and slowly pushed the head in. I gasped, and he stopped. "Are you OK?" "Yes.. It's just so big.." He said "Well, I hope you have room for more, because that's just the head!" and smiled at me. Then I felt him pushing into me farther, keeping up a gentle pressure. As he did so, he grabbed one of my hands in one of his paws, and held it tightly, as if to reassure me. Some time later, I felt his ballsack brush against my ass. He stopped there, and stood rock still for what seemed like another eternity, never letting my hand go or breaking his gaze into my eyes, waiting for me to adjust to his size. Then, he spoke. "Good GOD Richard, you were right. It feels as if you would snap off my dick if you sneezed! So don't sneeze!" He laughed, and I smiled. Still looking into my eyes, he said "Are you ready?" "Yes sir, I am." "Do you really want to be MY musclecub? You know we can't take this back later." "Michael, yes, I want to be your musclecub, and I want you to be my musclebear. I'm sure."

With that, he began to fuck me, slowly at first, with short strokes. As my hole loosened up, he began to fuck me with longer strokes, still going slowly. And then, I heard it again. A growl. Long and low. From him. With that, he began to fuck me faster. Within minutes, he had me moaning and writhing around on the bed under him, though I was still holding one of his paws, and our gaze never broke, though I did close my eyes in ecstasy a few times. Then, I noticed something in another part of my mind - He was showering me with droplets of sweat every time he slammed into me, and I was drenched. How long had we been at this? I didn't know or care. His strokes were coming quicker now, more urgent. I wonder if..? I timed his stroke, and the next time he plunged into my ass, I waited for him to hit bottom, and then I squeezed my ass muscles as hard as I could. That got a response, a bellow from him like no other. I swear that for just a moment when he roared, I saw his face change into a bear's, the ursine kind. He let go of my hand, grabbed the edge of the bed, and began to slam fuck me. I had to put my arms out behind me against the headboard to keep me from being shoved off the bed by his force. I knew he was close. So I decided he just needed some encouragement..

Again, I timed his strokes and squeezed my ass muscles, but as I did so, I screamed "Make me YOUR musclecub, daddy!" With that, he could take no more. He reached down, grabbed my dick, and pointed it at my face. It was only then that I realized how close I was as well. Microseconds later, he came, accompanied by roaring. Feeling my ass fill with his hot musclebear juices was more than I could take, and I let go, coming in waves, which I felt splatter on my beard and chest. Seeing me cum renewed Michael's orgasm, which seemed impossible, but there it was. He shot one more wave into my ass, and pulled out quickly, shooting his last two good shots onto my face and chest, with some even landing in my mouth. During this entire time, he never looked away from my eyes. As the last jet of cum shot from his dick, he seemed drained and weak, and I saw him stagger for a moment. I jumped up from the bed as fast as I could, grabbed him, hugged him close, and in a move I have not been able to replicate since that fateful night, pushed both of us onto the bed without seperating, in one single graceful move.

As we laid there, with my arms wrapped around us, chest to chest, on our sides, panting heavily, I kissed him, and when I broke away, I said "Thank you. Thank you for making me your musclecub, dad." He smiled broadly at me, and then looked down where our chests met. Briefly, he struggled to get up, but gave up after a few seconds, since I stubbornly would not release him. At least, not yet. He chuckled, and said "Why not? I mean if you're my cub, I see no reason not to sleep wrapped up with you, with my cum in your ass, and our combined cum gluing us together for our first night together. But be warned, you now have a power over me, a very special one. If you so much as twitch while I'm asleep, I very well may just wake up and decide to fuck you again." I looked at him, and sarcastically said "If *only* I were so lucky." "You just might be. For the next fuck, I want you on all fours. And be warned, I'm.." He chuckled again. "..known as somewhat of a male sex-a-holic, and I've memorized the kama sutra!" "Oh?" I asked, in mock disbelief. "How many times can you cum in a day then? 4?" "Try at least 8 times by noon." "Oh.. my!"

THE END.......OR NOT?