Hairy Hump Day #21 (NSFW) plus bonus “Hound” excerpt!

BEARSPIRATION: Hello all you beautiful people! Thank you for joining me in celebrating our twenty-first Hairy Hump Day. 😁 Theres a bumper crop of boys in the buff down below – an inspiring bunch of chunky bears and hairy otters and some of my favourite muses. 🐻

But first up today is a 1000 word excerpt from my contemporary bear novel “Hound.” The scene takes place when Jeff and Gary go on a camping trip to a leafy campground in the far north-west of Sydney. It’s based on a real location called Wheeny Creek, nestled in an area at the base of the Blue Mountains. This is one of the less explicit sex scenes, and also the point in the book where Jeff assigns Gary his eponymous nickname

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Saturday, January 19
I pick Jeff up early on Saturday morning. He’d wanted to chauffeur me in his four-wheel-drive limo again, but we’re better off stashing our gear under the tonneau on my ute rather than plonking it all over his lovely new upholstery.
Once again, we have a passionate reunion. Jeff blesses me with an intense kiss as soon as he hops into the car, whispering into my ear how badly he’s missed me. He’s wearing a sexy little tank top with his ropey, toned arms on full display. I bury myself right into him, sniffing as hard as I can, working my way all around his upper body, then underneath to his armpits. I linger first in one, then the other, sucking in his glorious scent. I’ve missed it so intensely I want to cry, laugh, rejoice—any emotional outlet that may help release the pent-up desire which has been eating away at me.


“My God, Gary, forget Labradors and Newfoundlands, you’re like a dang hound!” Jeff laughs. He runs his hands through my thick, fiery hair. “My big, red sniffin’ bloodhound.” His finger traces down my nose and gives it a little tap. “I love how you do that to me. Hound.”


The drive there is joyous. I bathe in every second of our happy conversation. This time it’s Jeff’s turn: I’m freeballing in loose, stretchy gym shorts and he slides his hand up the leg and pulls my erection straight out. My cock is at its full, hard length and my knob is completely exposed for him. He makes sure he takes advantage of this, pampering me with constant caresses, pausing to squeeze my shaft at regular intervals. Every time my cock throbs and flexes, he runs his finger along the tip, bringing it to his lips.


“Mmmm,” he purrs. “Your pre-come is like nectar, Gary.”


“My dick makes an endless supply for a man as beautiful as you, Jeff.” I take his hand away and kiss it. “But it’s going to turn into real come very soon if you keep that up.”


Jeff laughs, seemingly having got the hint. He reaches over into his bag for something and I slow the ute down to turn onto a long bush road. A sudden jolt goes through my crotch as Jeff’s lubed, wet hand firmly circles my knob and starts to rub. Up and down it slides with expert skill, making intricate movements as it bumps over the most pleasurable parts.


He’s watched me closely. This is exactly what I do when I masturbate.


My nuts, taint and arsehole tighten with every surge of bliss he sends through me. Each time the tension takes hold, it lasts a little longer, till it finally seizes me. Groaning like a beast, I quickly pull over to the kerb.


“Are you coming?” says Jeff, speeding up, his hand rubbing hard and fast.
I can’t answer. I’m breathless, my body is pulsating. Jeff bobs his head down and my sperm projects across his face. He does his best to catch my load, sucking the end of my dick with force, drinking the gallons of semen I’ve been saving for him. He keeps his tongue rubbing against my knob, coaxing and cajoling as much out of my penis as he can. When there isn’t a drop left, he comes back up to grin at me. His face is splattered with the result of my monumental orgasm. Fuck, he’s so cute, I’m laughing as I lick his cheek, forehead and nose. Mashing my lips onto his, I thrust in my come-laden tongue and he sucks, licks and swirls, sharing and swallowing the spoils.


Jeff moves back a little, flashing his cheeky grin again. “There was no way I was gonna wait another minute for that.”


When we arrive, I’m pleasantly surprised to see nobody else around. We unload the camping gear and Esky and set ourselves up. I proudly show Jeff the nifty inflatable drinks cooler I bought, along with a couple of those eight-dollar Bunnings folding camp chairs to go in the water.


We set up our picnic blanket on the grassy area close to the banks, then undress while we look at each other. I marvel at the beauty of Jeff’s body out in the open. The taut lines of definition, the heavy, swinging genitals, the way the daylight glistens on his all-over chocolate fur—fuck, I worship this man.


Though most of the campground and waterhole are under a canopy of thick trees, we still slowly and indulgently cover each other in sunscreen. It’s wonderful being able to give my man a sensual massage outdoors, outside the four walls of privacy, out in the arms of nature. He showers me with constant words of gratitude, telling me how beautiful my touch is, telling me how good I make him feel.


When I put the cream on his back, I get him to lie face down, massaging his muscles from his shoulders to his glutes. I make sure I apply the cream thoroughly between his arse cheeks and over his tight little anus, just for my own kicks. For my last move, I turn him over and rub it into his cock, relishing the broad firmness of his erection. He whimpers softly, egging me on, a pained expression of intense longing on his face. Straight out of the blue, he throws his head back and wails as a rush of liquid fireworks blows up into the air—a full New Year’s display of manly spunk. Time and time again his penis delivers a new burst, thrilling me with a fine spectacle.


“Oh Jesus, Gary, that was unbelievable! I haven’t come in so long.”


“You stored it up for me too, sweet man?”


He laughs. “It was hard. Hell, I went to jerk off a million times the last few days. But I wanted to share it with you, gorgeous.” He reaches down and tugs on the swollen semi between my legs. “I’m so happy you enjoyed the show.”

“Hound” is available from Amazon in ebook, paperback and Kindle Unlimited from the following link:

http://getbook.at/Hound

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