September 28th, 2010
What Bears Really Do In The Woods by Chartoe.
I was pretty sexually active with myself and my normal routine was to jerk off before I went to sleep, when I woke up and at least once during the day if I could find the time and privacy. I had chatted some with my friends in school and from the way they talked they were pretty much in the same boat, although if you asked any of them they had never jerked off in their life and you could check their hairless palms to prove it…
September 25th, 2010
Blue Eyed Bear by Nefersdaddy.
BHe had been coming into the store where I work for a while. A quick smile, and it was off to the booths he went. Until one day. He came in, like normal, a quick smile, and stop for change, and thats when I noticed his shirt was open, showing me his chest hair. i said “Oh yeah, baby! Show me more of that chest hair!” He stopped, smiled a very bright smile at me, and asked “You like it?”…
September 23rd, 2010
Bear Grease by Clancy.
I looked at the clock for the hundredth time today and was rewarded with only ten minutes till punch-out. I finished shutting down my computer and was locking the desk when my eye caught movement in the doorway. “Shit!” My mind raced, trying to come up with an excuse for why I couldn’t work late today. After all, it was Friday, and today started the two week long Thanksgiving vacation I’d been planning on for the last six months. I pretended to ignore the figure standing in the door, hoping it would just go away…
September 22nd, 2010
Bear Camping Weekend by Paul Foley.
My boyfriend and I decided to go “bear hunting” up in the woods of Pennsylvania on a Bear Weekend. We were still a relatively new couple, and had yet to play with anyone else other than each other. We couldn’t get a space at the main campground where all the bears were, so we had to opt for a lesser campground down the highway about 8 miles away…
September 20th, 2010
Bearpaw Fantasy by Vince Water.
It’s Friday night. I’ve ridden my bike them twelve miles to Bearpaw and lock it around a tree. All my street clothes come off and are put into my backpack which I hide under a bush. A thong belt is tied around my waist. The front of me is covered by a deerskin flap. I’ve left myself butt naked. Those hungry guys will know what that means. Moccasins cover my feet when I stalk through the hunting grounds on this warm summer night…
