The two ursine men sat on the patio at Paradise Burger sipping beers as they waited for their order. Stan, a medium built man with a big auburn, walrus mustache was chuffing on a bent briar pipe. His companion, BW, sat across, occasionally puffing on a hefty cigar. He was a much bigger man with a dark brown ponytail and matching, graying thick beard. There were a few other customers scattered nearby and the conversation was low.

The two had spent the better part of the Sunday afternoon in a masculine tryst at BW's place. They were still on the edges of the afterglow even over an hour after both had exploded the climax of their lives. Stan's hole still tingled from the merciless pounding from the big man's cock, which now was already rising to half mast again.

The two men talked and got to know each other better, having only really met a few hours beforehand. Stan was a barber, in the classic sense, and BW was a bar manager at a new cowboy bar the next town over. Stan had been a resident at The Dakota Apartments a little over a year, and BW had moved in about a month ago. They were neighbors, quickly becoming fast friends.

The food came and talk was minimal, as both men were far hungrier than they realized. A lot of energy had been spent earlier that day in BW's apartment. Stan, a pipe smoker who got off on smelling a good cigar, needed a bearman fuck in the worst way. BW was a big-dicked cigar bear who got off on the smell of a fine burley from a handsome pipe man. He hadn't had a chance in a while, having just made a transition to a new town. Needless to say, they were well met.

The two men ambled back to BW's Silverado pickup. Once again, the well-engrained smell of cigar hit Stan as he climbed into the cab. He re-lit his pipe as the big man fired up the truck. His cigar never leaving his mouth on the drive back.

"What now? My place?" Stan ventured, around his pipe stem.

"Hell yeah!" BW boomed. "I'll bet it smells awesome with all that pipe smoke!"

"I think you'll like it. I got a sling too."

"Ahh...ya like assplay do ya? Hell, so do I! Ya into fistin'?"

Stan contemplated the big man's large hands and bulky arms. He'd never been able to open up that much. In fact, BW's cock was the biggest thing he'd had up his chute. It was going to take a day or two to recover from that, let alone anything else.

"Well, I think it's gonna be some time before I can take-"

"Aw, hell no! I meant do ya like to fist?"

Stan rarely topped. Sure, there was the occasional twenty-something that got off on his average six inches, along with a bit of butt play with the few toys Stan kept around. Mostly, he liked getting in the sling himself and having his hole filled with bearman cock. Of course, he knew of fisting, even had seen it a couple times, but never had the opportunity.

"What-you want me to fist YOU?"

"Hell yeah, bubba! A cock feels alright, but when I want to be fucked, I want to be FILLED! My ex and I used to trade off my fuckin' for his fistin'. It's been a while, but you're hands are smaller than his was. I'm bettin' we could make that happen!"

Stan was intrigued. He was imagining what it would feel like to bury his hand and arm up a man's ass. His own cock started to rise at the idea.

"Hell, I'm game. You'll have to coach me, I've never done it before."

"We'll take it slow and I'll talk ya through it, bubba."

BW pulled into his parking space next to his Harley.

"You're in 207, right? Lemme go grab an extra cigar and some grease. I'll be over in a mo."

"You got it, bubba."

Stan went in to his place and made a beeline to the bedroom. Four big eye-bolts poked through the ceiling over his bed. Stan pulled the sling out from under the bed and attached the four legs to the eye-bolts. He grabbed a few small towels from the bathroom and set those on a small table, along with a few dildos and a fresh bottle of Jungle Juice popper. Back in the living room, he selected a very large bent apple from his pipe rack and was filling it when BW knocked on his door.

BW had a chest harness on with a pair of denim shorts and work boots. The wave of pipe aroma hit him as he walked in to Stan's apartment. His cock responded almost immediately. His shit chute was already starting to itch in anticipation.

"Damn, you're place smells awesome, bro! Shit! Look at all those pipes!"

"Thanks, bubba! Make yourself at home! Beer?"

"Hell yeah!" BW smiled around his cigar. He made short work shucking off his shorts to reveal his big member, now encumbered in a cock ring.

"C'mon back here." Stan offered around the stem of a massive briar.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Boomed BW when he saw the sling and the assembled toys. He added a can of Crisco to the collection and sat next to the sling. Stan took the pipe from his mouth, as BW did the same with his cigar. The two fell back on the bed as their mouths met once again. Each was tasting each others' tobacco as they locked tongues, exploring more of each other as their passion built. When they finally parted, BW spied a bong sitting on a nightstand.

"Fuck! You're a weed man too? Got any hooch?"

"Hell yeah! Ya wanna get a buzz on, bubba? I scored me some damn good shit a few days ago!"

"Fuck yeah! Bring it on, bro! I ran out a week ago an ain't found a score yet!"

Stan pulled a tray out of the nightstand drawer, packed and lit the bong. He took a good haul off it and passed it to the big man.

"Oh yeah! Hit it hard bubba! You're gonna like it!

BW pulled hard, held it for a few moments and exhaled a cloud of the fragrant smoke. The effect was almost immediate. The two traded the bong a few times as the weed took hold. Both of them had a good buzz going when BW said huskily:

"Let's go for a ride, bubba!"

The big biker hopped up into the sling and splayed his legs up on the straps. He re-lit his cigar while Stan cuffed BW's ankles to the straps. Stan placed the poppers in BW's reach, undressed to reveal his half-hard member and a ball stretcher around his scrotum. Taught balls protruded as he sat on a small stool facing the hairy hole in front of him. He fired up his pipe again and proceeded to coat his left hand with Crisco.

Stan started out slow. He slid his middle finger slowly up BW's asshole as the big man gave out a slow, smokey sigh. He worked the finger in and out, already feeling the big man's chute open and relax. Before long, Stan had three fingers up and in when BW grabbed the poppers, and took a big snort:

"Skip the four and go for five, bro! I'm good, I'm damn good!"

Stan slowly worked his four fingers and thumb into the widening hole. He worked his hand in and out, slowly inching his way up to his knuckles. Smoke poured out of his nostrils as he chugged on the big briar. The heavy tobacco mixed with the weed buzz and intensified the high as he worked his hand in and out. The big man grunted with each thrust and sighed with each pull back.

BW felt the pressure on his prostate with each push-and-pull as this hot mustachioed pipe bear worked his hole. The weed intensified with each haul on the big cigar in his jaw as he'd take a long pull and exhale through his nostrils. For a novice, Stan was pushing all the right buttons as BW rocked in the sling, pushing back as he felt the hand slowly work it's way up him. He wanted it. He wanted it all.

"Whoa up, bubba. Lemme get a big ol snort and have ya go for it!"

Stan pulled back until just his fingers were embedded. BW took a big haul off the poppers, capped the bottle and stuck his cigar back in his furry jaw.

"Hell yeah, bro! Give it to me! Bring it! Oh fuck yeah, bring it! Oh Gawd! Yeah, yeah YEAH!"

Stan felt his knuckles slide past the tight muscle ring and in an instant, his hand was swallowed up to the wrist.

"OH FUCK, YEAH! GODDAM! YEAH!Yeah, just hold there a sec...now, pull out real slow and then come at me again. OOOHYEEAAH! HOO! HOO! Yeah, get some more grease on it. Lemme get another snort. OHH! GODDAM! YEAH! OH FUCK YEAH! OH FUCK YEAH!

Stan was working his fist in and out of the gaping pucker. His cock was at full attention as he puffed on his pipe, watching his hand slide in and out. BW was starting to push down on his hand as it slowly slid deeper and deeper up the biker's shit chute. Every now and again he'd pull out and re-coat his hand and slowly work more around his forearm. Each time he re-entered, his arm would travel an inch or so deeper. His forearm was nearly halfway in:

"Whew! Stay right there, bro! Hand me that bong!"

BW fired up the bong and took a couple more hits, while impaled on Stan's arm. He handed the bong to Stan who took another hit himself. Stan pulled back a bit while BW took another long hit of popper. Stan applied a bit more grease and slowly inched forward, pulling back to his wrist and sliding his arm back up in, gaining more and more with each thrust.

BW was emitting sounds that were almost inhuman. Grunts morphed into gutteral moans that became howls of ecstasy as he felt Stan's fist enter him deeper and deeper. Cigar smoke poured out of his mouth and nose as he felt himself being filled deeper and deeper.

"Goddam, Bubba! You're up to my fuckin' elbow! Stan exclaimed around the thick pipe stem. "Ya want more?"

"Naw, bro I'm good! Just fuck me! Oh yeah! Just fuck me! Damn, that feels so fuckin' hot! Just fuck me! Fuck Me! YEAH, MAN! OH GAWD YEAH! JUST FUCK ME! OH GAWD I NEEDED THIS! YEAH, FUCKER KEEP IT UP! H-H-HOOOHHMYFUCKINGAWD! OH YEAH! OH YEAH!

Stan slowly punch fucked the big man while hauling on his pipe for what he was worth. The room was filled with the sound exploding out of BW with the intense smell of sweat, tobacco and man funk. It was palpable.

You wanna fuck me, bubba? Ya wanna fuck me with that cock and ball stretcher? I want it all in me, hot fucker! I want it all in me!

Stan was rock hard, as was BW when he slowly pulled his forearm out of BW's gaping sphincter. If the fisting wasn't new enough, this was about to jump up to a whole new level.

"Yeah, fucker! Grease it all up and shove it in me! C'mon you hot pipe smoking bastard! Bring it on!"

"We need more smoke!" Stan grumbled in a lust laden voice. He wiped his hands with a towel and grabbed BW's fresh cigar. He clipped it, removed the stump of the cigar from the big man's mouth and replaced it with the new one. BW worked his cigar to a comfortable bite while Stan packed another big pipe. He stoked up the bowl and brought the flame to BW. BW drew and fired up the big stogie. Stan tamped down the bowl and fired up again. A new cloud formed as the pungent smoke wafted up. Stan grabbed another wad of Crisco and coated his cock, stretcher and balls.

BW grabbed the poppers and took another generous hit. His eyes grew wide with anticipation as he watched Stan coat and work himself up for a new sensation he had never, ever dreamed of.

"Oh yeah?! Ya gonna fuck me bubba? Ya gonna fuck me righteous? Bring it bubba! Oh yeah bring it, bubba! OH YEAH, BRING IT BUBBA! BRING IT BUBBA! OH MY FUCK YEAH, BRING IT BUBBA! OH FUCK! OH SWEET JESUS! OH GOD! OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH MY GOD, FUCK ME BUBBA! OH MY GOD FUCK ME BUBBA! OH MY GOD FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUUUCCKK MEEEE!

Stan had his whole junk up BW's ass and was fucking him with cock and balls for all he was worth. Smoke poured out of both men as the sling worked up and down, letting the big hole swallow the cock and balls.

"Oh man! What a fuck, bubba! GODDAM THIS IS HOT! GODDAM THIS IS HOT! OH HOLY FUCK!! OH HOLY FUCK! IM FUCKIN BALL FUCKIN YA YA BIG BASTARD! OH FUCK! GODDAM THIS IS HOT!

BW was working his nipples big time as he felt Stan's full package slide in and out of his wrecked hole. It had been a long time since he had a junk fuck and he was out of his mind with ecstasy. The pounding on his senses were taking him closer and closer to the edge, without once touching his own manhood. The full pounding sensation was doing all the work for him. His mind reeled with passion, weed, poppers, visions of a hot pipe man, heavy tobacco and a full ass being worked for all he could take.

Stan worked his own nipples as he shoved his whole works up BW. He drew heavily on his pipe as he thrust in and out, over and over, feeling the sensation of his cock and balls grind against the walls of BW's chute, taking him closer and closer to the edge. He stared straight into BW's glazed eyes as he pounded over and over. Shock waves of desire and animal lust shot through his whole body as he worked harder and harder getting off on the sound the big man made as he assaulted him over and over.

Stan was getting closer and closer, not sure if he could hold back when the roiling in his groin started growing, slowly building to another superlative climax.

BW was well on his way.

"OH BUBBA! OH MY GAWD, BUBBA! I'M, I'M I'M GONNA CUM! OH FUCK I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM, STAN! I'M GONNA CUM YOU HOT FUCKER! OH GAWD! OH GAWD! OH HUH! OH HUH OOOOOOHUUUUUNGH! OOOOOOHUUUNGH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOHUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNGH!

BW's cock bounced as shot after shot of cum sprayed his hairy chest. His voice cracked as he howled and howled over and over. His body contorted over and over as each orgasm pulsated though him. As pucker clenched around Stan's package, nearly locking him in place. Stan's rising gorge couldn't be stemmed as he felt himself going over the edge:

"ON MAN THAT'S HOT! OH FUCKIN YEAH, THAT'S HOT OH FUCK, BUBBA! OH FUCK YEAH! OH FUCK YEAH! OOOOHHFUUUUUCKYEEAH! OOOOHHFUUUUUCKYEEAH! OOHFUCKBUBBAHEREITCOOOMES, B-DUB!OH GAWD I'M GONNA SHOOT BIG! I'M GONNA SHOOT BIG, BUBBA!OOOOOOOOOOFUUUUUUCKYEEEAH! OOOOOHFUUUUCKYEAH! OOOOOOHHFUUUUCKYEAH!

Stan exploded up BW's chute and spurted wad after wad up the big biker's ass. His body shook with each orgasm as he pounded his seed deep. He was emptied and spent. He fell out of BW with a 'plop', and landed on the stool.

Both men gasped for air in the smoke filled room as each came down from devastating climaxes.

It was some time before the men spoke.

"Jesus BW, that was the fuckin hottest thing I've ever done with a man, ever!"

"Ya did it like a pro, bubba! I think that's the best ride my ass has had in a long time!"

This was just the beginning. A whole new beginning. The neighbors in the complex had a lot to talk about in the coming weeks and months. Lots of coming weeks. Lots of coming. More to come.