Hairy Hump Day #20 (NSFW) plus bonus “The Lookout” excerpt!

BEARSPIRATION: Greetings! We’ve reached Hairy Hump Day number twenty and I’ve searched high and low for a bumper crop of inspirational furry muses.

Normally, I put a couple of PG pics at the start of my Hump Day posts. This is because my subscribers would otherwise be slapped in the face with penises galore when they open their weekly emails. (Not a good look when you’re at work or on the train with people looking over your shoulder!) 

This week, though, I’m including a different kind of buffer.

The excerpt below is the beach scene between Patrick and Angus in “The Lookout”, and it’s a pivotal point in their relationship. It’s the first time they’ve shared intimacy without Tommy, the third man in their throuple arrangement.

Stay tuned for boys in the buff immediately afterwards!

Just as Patrick predicted, the next day is sunny and hot. We pack our beach stuff and take a stroll to our favourite cafe for a leisurely brunch. Patrick tells me tales of the annoying celebrities he’s had to pander to, and I bore him with details of my latest novel. I’m noticing more and more that Patrick is a very “now” person and he doesn’t talk about his past much. But I just accept that’s the way he is, and I let him give me whatever information he feels comfortable with. 

After getting off the bus at Watson’s Bay, Patrick takes hold of my hand and doesn’t let go as we walk along the trail to the beach. His little display of affection is deeply touching, and I’m tempted to acknowledge it. But I err on the side of caution and just go with the pleasant feeling. 

When we get to the end of the trail, I’m very happy to see there’s hardly anybody on the beach. It’s perfect weather, but it’s also a weekday. I feel like a truant, a naughty little kid wagging school. Patrick and I find a nice spot and set up. He removes his splint and bandage, wincing. 

“Are you sure you’re gonna be OK without that?” I ask.

“Yeah, they said it’s a pretty minor injury. I’m gonna need you to help me put it back on later, if that’s alright.” 

“Of course. I just don’t want you to hurt yourself.” 

“Yes, mom.” He rolls his eyes and moves in close, bringing his lips to mine. They aren’t as full and soft as Tommy’s, and his kisses don’t have the same burning passion. But Patrick’s mouth is confident and playful and he has an insatiable need to explore. Every time we lock lips, it’s like a little adventure. 

We get undressed slowly, watching each other the whole time. Patrick’s super-horny prick is already sticking up and I reach out and wrap my hand around it. It’s warm and firm and flexes several times in my grip. “I love your dick, Patrick.”

He laughs in disbelief. “Who in their right mind would love a dick like mine when they have Tom’s fat motherfucker to play with?”

I can’t help but smile warmly. There’s genuine insecurity in his voice and it doesn’t need to be there. “Your dick is beautiful the way it points right up high when it’s hard. And as for the size… well, it’s a joy to suck, Patrick. It just slips right in comfortably.” I lean forward and give him a soft peck on the lips, my hand still holding his precious appendage. “There’s something to be said for not having to choke when you’re blowing a man.” 

“You don’t seem to have any trouble when you go down on Tom,” Patrick ribs.

It’s my turn to laugh. “I can get half of Tommy’s dick in my mouth at best. But I’m sure you’ve already worked out that he prefers you to concentrate on his knob and foreskin. I wouldn’t cope if he wanted me to deep-throat.”

“God, neither would I.” 

My hand finally lets go of Patrick’s erect penis and I reach around to stroke his butt. “We’d better settle down before I bend you over and eat this tasty arse of yours.”

Patrick raises an eyebrow. “Well, we have all afternoon when we get back.” His hand moves down between us and I gasp as it caresses my penis. I look at him, growling, and crash my lips against his, my tongue fighting to taste as much of his mouth as possible. Patrick’s arms grab my shoulders, my waist, my arse, as we frantically kiss. 

It’s really fucking hard to stop, but somehow I manage to extricate myself. “Right. Let’s go and enjoy the water before we get arrested.”

And enjoy it we do. We run down into the gentle waves and play like kids—splashing and dunking each other, wrestling and laughing, then kissing when we come up for air. After we’re all tired out, we spend a long time holding each other, buoyed by the water, just smiling and talking. My cock may be rock-hard and throbbing, but my heart is melting, softened by the simple intimacy we’re sharing, way out here in the harbour, just the two of us.

After we’ve walked back to our towels, our erections proudly on display, we lay there a while looking at each other. I’m having an emotional moment, overwhelmed by this new, special closeness. “Patrick, every second I spend with you makes me smile. I’m so glad you’re in my life.”

The cheeky grin that’s perennially fixed to Patrick’s face disappears, replaced by a deep sense of sadness. “No man ever said anything that nice to me before.” 

I reach over and touch his cheek, running my fingers over his beard. I hope that I’ve moved him, not upset him. Just as quickly as Patrick’s grin disappeared, it’s back again. 

“Come on, Angus, let’s go home and fuck.”

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