Date: Tuesday, August 6, 2024 2:49:38 PM MDT
From: Kupok <kupok.u.natsu@gmail.com>
Subject: City Druid

Tags: Bestiality, M/M, raunchy

Danny was a good enough looking guy, he supposed. He had time to think about why he was chasing a dubious Sniffies hit to an old nature trail park on the edge of town. He could remember not even five years ago sauntering and swaying his slender frame in clubs, in gay bars, on dance bars and be lavished with drinks and offers of warm beds and a very sore ass to wake up to. Age, it would seem, is relentless. Don't get Dan wrong, for pushing into his 40s he still has an amazingly fit body. The Scene, you see, judges him too ripe to be a twink any longer.

He still craves the affection. Bigger arms, thick dicks. Heck, Danny never discriminated- Little dicks were fun to keep in his mouth, curved ones, slender ones. He loved dick. Even his boyfriend of twenty years knows his addiction, tolerates his hunts, even finds it cute. It's the image of a dick so, that lures him to such a dark place. Short conversation on Sniffies with no real bullshit- Do you like bears and otters with big dicks? Come to the park, I'll be waiting. Very little back and fourth, Dan doesn't need it. A hairy body and hard cock says it all, Danny thinks. A rough lad who wants a quick fuck, not dinner and a movie.

Dan pulls off the road finally. A little gravel lane that leads to a gravel put for parking. Signs insist the trail's closed after dark, but a smattering of vehicles here and there have paid it no heed and neither does Dan. Locked door, keys, wallet, phone, loose shorts, loose shirt and sturdy shoes are all he needs. The trails seem well groomed from the parking lot- hardly a few feet in though, trees, pushes, wilderness all close in on the trials, broken by very occasional yellow glows filtering from the leaves from old lamp posts. Naturally second thoughts crawl into Dan's mind. This is the perfect place to be mugged. Mauled. Tricked and- "FUCK!" His phone buzzes, nearly sending Dan bolting. The message on his phone is comforting though. "Not getting cold feet are you? 4th lamp, look to the right, got my Colman lantern lit." followed by a new cockshot, artfully lit from below by a lantern's glow. Sweaty, slick at the tip. Ready. Ready just for Danny.

Like a sailor lured to sea by song, Danny's steps take him along for the ride. Into the bush, though leaves and branches, He finds a lantern near a log, lighting up a nude, hairy otter of a man. "ParkDruid84" was the name he'd given himself, and he fits the name perfectly. One of Dan's favorite things about the online scene is the lack of games- The two men embrace, gruff curly hair on smooth skin, lips meet, a kiss that's less about passion and more about hunger, feeding one another their tongues while swallowing desperately at each other. Self declaired Druid pulling on Dan's shorts, taking a big palmful of his groomed and waxed ass. His gently rough voice commands, "On the log." and the bottomless old twink obeys enthusiastically, straddling the thick, sanded and smoothed wood, legs spread eagerly. He half expects to be speared, stung, taken raw and dry. A fuzzy face spreads his cheeks instead, lavishing his smooth asshole with hungry licks. Spreading slippery drool, pushing his tongue deep in, feasting on Dan's ass with abandon.

This strangers love of ass alone is worth the trip, Dan tells himself. Sighing, relaxing, THe man wants to do the work clearly so he lets him. Lets himself be taken care of. The man, the Druid, doesn't stop until he's confident his girth can ease into Dan's asshole, his face only lifts when his ass is a mess of eager drool. Dan feels the weight of it plop accross his cheeks, feels the Druid spank his rump a few times before smearing his slimey cockhead around in circles about his rim. Dan needs it, even this short tease is too much. His hips lift, and right as they do, the Druid obliges, plugging Dan's colon with cockflesh, and it glides right into Dan's experianced ass. Thump. THUMP. It's not even fifteen pumps in when Dan feels the Druid go ridged above him. Chocked, held back grunts, a throb, a slickness and heat. Like an animal the Druid just breeds the former boy, drips and sweats like an animal. Keeps his swelling girth within, letting the rest of his load flow lazily within. Dan hears the man's voice again, "You like bears too right? Mind if my pal has a go?"

Dan's a panting mess, but he did think the Druid was a bit... quick. So of course his head bobs, his voice nearly hisses, "Yess, please, As many friends as you can bring!" Dan's told he's a good boy, feels the stranger's spent, gooey rod ease out of his freshly loaded guts. The night feels cool without his embrace. But it's okay. A hairy chest settles where the Stranger just was. The Druid was a hairy beast of a man, He didn't think they made them any hairier. His friend though, quiet up to this point, was outright shaggy. And heavy too. Dan's breath came with some effort. Big, BIG arms slipped around him, around the log. It wasn't any of those things that made Dan's mind wake up with the possibility something might be amiss. It was the dick. He's felt so many dick shapes nudging, knocking at his backdoor, but this thing. It was real, no toy- Warm, pulsing, drooling it's preseed. But the head was wide, it felt like a stout plug was being lodged into him. It's not until the odd shape forced in, followed by it's thick stem does he look up, Looks up to who's taking him.

This was no bear of a man. That was a muzzle. The tounge hanging from those jaws was not human. Dan looks down his arms, finds the ends tipped with claws. The weirdest thing about it? This wasn't even the thickest cock he's had in him. Oddly shaped but not the biggest. A low, gurgling growl and hot breath runs accross his ears. There's fear, fear exists, and if you asked Dan if he'd ever wanted to be fucked by a wild animal, He'd have told you that'd be weird, no! Dan's right that it's weird, but weird in all the right ways. Shaggy embrace, Big bruin's size alone makes Dan feel like a boy, a cub again even. His already slimy hips press to a shaggy pelvis, feels heavy balls on the backs of his thighs. The bear doesn't thrust or hump so much as he pushes and grinds, again and again, like he's trying to work that fat mushroom like cockhead as deeply into his colon as he can, all lubed by the Druid's gift of slime. Dan finds himself moaning, vocal like he's never been despite being in such a technically public place.

Dan feels splats of animal drool on his head, on his neck. Claws glide down Dan's shirt to his hips, and curl in, pulling his ass up where the bear, the wild bear can properly whip the seed inside Dan, thump, plup, SPLUP plap. The bear doesn't even roar when his balls tighten on Dan's thighs. A bassy growl while his guts gurgle with the new load dumping into it, more spooge and more heat then any human lover he's ever known. Unlike the man though, this animal doesn't leave his pumping shaft in there. He pulls right out, a few splats of thicker spunk painting Dan's ballsac, and the critter quietly disappears back among the dark leaves. He hears his Druid friend's voice. "Hanging in there? You want more?"

More, he said! What can be more? What's next, a giraffe? Dan should stop. This has been weird enough. He opens his mouth, intending to tell this internet person just that. Dan's own words though startled Dan himself, "More. Please!" Dan's out of his mind. He's lost it. He's finally gone total cock crazy, he tells himself. The rest of the night is all fuzzy memories, no pun intended. He learns a lot about city park wildlife. He learns a deer buck is the quickest shot, Dan knows the deep, single THRUST of his breeding rod that rearranged his colon all at once, leaving a spray of seed. Dan's introduced to a coyote's knot, feels very slight remorse that his asshole's so sloopy, broken in and loose that even a yote's love bulb just plops right out. And the bears. So many bears. Like all the state's bears live in this one single park, existing only to make a mess of Dan's guts.

By the time Dan awakens, the sun filtering through the trees makes him squint. He's on a few towels next to the log. images, brief moments of last night filtering through his mind. That was drugs, it had to be drugs. Some internet stalker weirdo gave him drugs, he imagined that whole night didn't he? Dan's guts gurgle ominously, and when he starts to set up, he hears the loudest, rudest SPLLLUURORRROCH of a wet, slimy cumfart that's ever been known, and he looks down between his glazed, sticky legs and sees that he's just blown a puddle, a LAKE of mixed spunk from his ass. It's then he feels the sting of clawmarks along his sides, around his hips. It wasn't a dream.

Dan's prospects and ass just widened. He feels young again. Sore, but young. Eager to learn about a new world of raunchy sex he'd never even imagined before. But first: A hot shower at home.