The Bear

The Bear

The Bear

I was totally lost. I had been wandering around for hours leading into days. Each night I would build a campfire and make a bed from leaves on the ground.

Everything had seemed fine. Then the engines just quit and the plane was falling quickly. I was the only one to survive. There were three of us on board heading for a survey job. I had only a few cuts and scratches. Bill's neck broke sometime during the impact. Jack was ... well, Jack was just crushed. He had been piloting.

For the first several days, I stayed at the plane. I thought I'd be found more quickly because the wreckage would be easier spotted from the air. No one came. The fire burned out. The wood began covering, burying the wreckage.

I was walking along, climbing over fallen branches and tree trunks, pushing aside the heavy brush. I moved aside a low limb covered with leaves. Right there, four feet in front, was a bear. He was nuzzling through the leaves on the ground. I froze dead in my tracks, but he had seen me. He raised up on his hind legs and roared.

Fear paralyzed me. I starred right at him. I don't even remember what I was thinking. He put his front legs back on the ground and sniffed the air. He took a tentative step toward me. Sniffing, he came closer and closer. It only took him a few steps. We were that close. He sniffed up and down the front of me. He moved around me sniffing my backside. He must have smelled my fear. His nose touched me several times. Once, he even nudged me.

When his curiosity had been satisfied, he moved away. He moved about thirty feet away and sat down. He was watching me but not directly. I hadn't let go of the branch I'd originally moved aside. The bear wasn't going any farther and I knew I couldn't stand there much longer. My muscles had cramped up, my stomach was cramping, and my bladder was going to explode.

I made a small move just to see if the bear would respond. He didn't, so I eventually backed away one small step at a time. When I could no longer see him, I felt it was safe to pick up speed. When I thought I'd reached a safe distance, I found a log to sit over, lowered my jeans, and emptied my insides.

Coming that close, again, to death put me completely on edge. I kept thinking I was being followed, being watched. When the night became too cool, I had to build a fire. At first, I worried a fire would show the bear, or any other predator, my location and draw attention to me. This hadn't concerned me previously. Then, I thought the fire might be an ally. I could stay close and use it to keep the bear away.

Sometime in the night I heard leaves and branches rustling. Once, I thought I saw the silhouette of the bear pass on the other side of the flames. I remained awake. At first light, I'd put as much distance between this area and myself as possible.

I was sure I was heading north. At times, I got confused, and I think I lost time. I didn't take time to trap any food and I had no reserves. I came upon a stream. I had traveled quickly all day and now it was no more than an hour till dusk, I estimated. I decided to give myself a break. I greedily drank from the stream. When I had satisfied my thirst, my body reminded me of my hunger. I set about trying to catch one of the fish in the stream.

Thirty minutes had passed, dark was approaching, and I'd had no success. I'm sure at times that my frustrated attempts appeared quite comical. I moved several yards up stream and located a larger pool. There were more fish, but the larger area made it more difficult to catch them. I returned to the smaller pool. There on a rock lay a large fish. It was flopping around. I assumed it had jumped from the water and landed on the rock. I picked it up and carried it as I wadded across a shallow, narrow portion of the stream. I was still feeling paranoid and assumed the water would cut my scent if I was being tracked.

After building a fire a few feet from the streams edge, I had a wonderful seafood dinner. It had become too dark to move by the time I had finished eating, so I made camp. Though I slept fitfully, there were no disruptions during the night. By morning, I had assured myself that the danger from the bear was over. I hadn't been followed. The bear had no interest in me.

At morning, I went back to the stream. At the larger pool, I undressed and got into the frigid water. It felt very good even though it was ice cold. I splashed around as the sun's rays began streaking through the trees. I decided to find a sunny spot on the bank to sun dry myself before heading on. Sitting on the bank beside my clothes was the bear. I froze in terror. He was watching me.

The bear moved a few feet from my clothing and sat down facing the water. I could only assume he was toying with me. I had to make a decision. After several, long minutes where we watched the other, neither moving, I decided I would try to retrieve my clothes. I very slowly made my way to the bank and crawled out of the water. I was on my hands and knees and had just put my hand on my jeans when the bear quickly shortened the distance between us. He was right there at me before I could respond.

I was once again paralyzed with fear. The bear sniffed my hair. He moved around me sniffing my back and sides. I remained completely still. He got behind me, and I felt his nose push against my butt hole. His nose moved down toward my balls. I felt a scream building in me, but it wouldn't come out. Instead, I lost control of my bladder and began pissing. The bear was pushing my balls aside with his snout then I felt his tongue lapping at my dick. He was drinking my piss and licking my dick. When I was empty, he continued lapping around my crotch and then moved up my asscrack toward my hole. The sensation was something I could never describe. The combination of emotions running through me, fear, pleasure, anxiety, desire, created a feeling I had never experienced.

He stopped lapping, and I remained on my hands and knees. Then, terror coursed through my bones as I felt the bear move up my back until he was completely straddling me. I don't know how to describe what happened next. But, he found his place. He made it to where he needed to be to achieve his goal. As I was penetrated, as he entered me, I screamed. So did he. I was being raped by a wild animal. His seed was ejected into me. I felt his penis spasming, and I felt his hot sperm being shot forcefully into me. I could feel its volume filling me up.

When the bear was satisfied, he pulled his deflating member out of me. I fell to the ground crying. I laid there on my belly sobbing into the earth. I was way too weak to try to move. The bear put his nose between my butt cheeks and with his tongue found my violated hole. He licked at my hole. His tongue found no resistance entering me for my hole was gaping open from his recent penetration. Eventually, my sobs lessened as his licking had a soothing effect on my ravaged butt. Though I was a million miles lost from society, I still became embarrassed when my penis erected from the bear's soothing ministrations.

I fell asleep. When I woke, I saw the bear sitting a few feet to my right. I looked around for my clothes. They were no where to be seen. I thought that if the bear hadn't killed me by now, he probably wasn't going to. When I sat up, the bear moved down to the water. Within minutes, he had caught a large fish in his mouth and then laid it on a rock. As the fish flopped around, the bear moved a little downstream. My dinner lay on the rock.

I remained there by the stream for a second night. I built a fire, which was needed even more since I was now naked, and had cooked and eaten the gift from the bear. I lay as close to the fire as I could for the warmth, but I found myself shivering fiercely. The bear came up behind me and nudged my back with his nose. He then moved a few feet back from me and the fire and lay down. I didn't move. He came back to me and nudged me harder. He went back to his spot, lay down, and grumbled. It was a low growl, and I sensed I was being admonished. He continued grumbling. In spite of my fear, I moved to him. I snuggled slowly up against his fur. He stopped grumbling. I found warmth nestled against his furry chest and belly. I drifted into sleep, feeling strangely protected.

When I woke, the bear was still beside me. The fire, of course, had gone out. When the bear felt me stir, he nudged me until I got up. He directed me toward the stream. As I walked to the water, he would use his nose to push my butt in the direction he wanted me to go. I bathed in the larger pool of water. I came onto the bank walking and the bear reared up a little and used his head to push me down. I fell lightly onto my hands and knees. He mounted me. I cried this time due to the tenderness of my healing butt hole, ripped from yesterday's penetration.

I was very sore, but it didn't take long for him to ejaculate into me. But, I knew his ejaculation would last at least ten minutes while my bowels were filled to almost bursting with his sperm. When he finished, he cleaned and massaged me with this tongue. I crawled a little further up the bank and dozed.

When I came back around, the bear was sitting beside me. I snuggled up against him for warmth. I had an erection and was feeling horny. I opened my legs and started jerking off. I assumed, I guess, that this would have no effect on the bear, that maybe he would just watch at most. He arose quickly and let out a tremendous roar. He got on top of me, opened his mouth in my face, and growled. I was petrified. He was going to kill me. I instinctively brought my hands to my face. I was crying and repeating that I was sorry over and over. My erection had immediately gone down, but the bear raised off of me. With his paw, he slapped at my dick. His nails didn't cut me, but his hit caused quite a spark of pain. My hands went to my groin to shield the attack. He got in my face and let loose another growl.

With his head, the bear forced me over onto my stomach. He then used his snout to raise my rear. I knew what he wanted, so I lifted myself into position. This rape wouldn't have been as painful as the first two for I had grown accustomed to his girth and length. But, he made it painful because of his anger. It was longer before he emptied his balls into me. I assume this was because he'd already gotten off once today. When he finished, he nudged me onto my back. He raised up over me, and he peed on me. At first, his stream was directed at my cock and balls but then he moved it up my belly and chest and onto my face. He then sat back down beside me. I lay beside him crying softly until I once again drifted into sleep.

The next few days, the pattern pretty much remained the same. The bear and I lived next to the stream. He would catch me fish or bring me small prey from the wood. The prey would always be alive. He never ate what he brought me. Once, I cooked a rabbit he'd given me. I tried to feed him some, but he refused to eat it. I had more freedom over time. The territory he let me have grew to about fifty yards in any direction from our spot beside the stream. If I would stray too far, he'd be right on me, reprimanding me.

I hadn't tried masturbating again. I was very horny and was always searching for an opportunity. I think I was at the point where if I could only have two or three minutes alone, I could get myself off. When he was penetrating me, I tried a couple of times to reach under myself and jerk my dick while he was preoccupied with his own orgasm. But, I couldn't get my dick hard when he was inside me. I also feared that if he smelled my expelled semen on the ground, it would be bad news for me.

After a nap one day, I woke and he wasn't around. I got up and moved around, but he never showed. It didn't cross my mind to try to escape. I was too busy debating if I'd have enough time to get myself off before he returned. I got into the water and behind a rock to shield myself. I began jacking my dick. My cock was hard, and I had only been jerking for a few seconds when I heard his roar. I thought he was growling because he returned and couldn't see me. As I looked around the rock for him, I spotted him at the top of the hill. I had been in plain sight of him. He caught me.

He was covering the distance between us quite rapidly. I ran. I ran as fast as I could. He caught up to me and knocked me down. He got on me and screamed. He then moved his mouth between my legs after forcing them open. He licked my dick. I thought maybe, for some strange reason, he was only angry because I was trying to get myself off, and he wasn't getting me off. Maybe he felt offended because he couldn't make me cum. I opened myself to him. His tongue felt wonderful on my crotch. He lapped at my balls, slurped them into his mouth, and he bit them off.

After I recovered from having passed out, I found he had drug me back to our camp. I was curled up in his fur. I hadn't bled to death. I can only attribute this to the possibility that he licked my wound and a healing agent in his saliva helped to stop the bleeding and made my blood coagulate.

Over the next month, I nursed my wound. I healed. He would lick my butt and dick and where my balls had been. He didn't penetrate me any during this time. Once, I fellated him. I sucked his dick. That time, I swallowed almost all his cum. He licked off my face what I couldn't get down. I found the taste very pleasing. He continued bringing me food.

I wanted the next time we made love to be very special. When he felt I was ready, he showed signs of his desire. I remained on my back and got him to crawl on top of me. I raised my legs and opened my butt hole to him. I was able to reach down and guide his hard prick into my hole. We fucked face to face for the first time. I raised my head to his snout and licked around his mouth. He opened his mouth and I licked his tongue and sucked it into my mouth.

The time I keep now is the cycle of my bear's fucking me. I sense, though, that I had a birthday not long ago, or I will have it soon. There isn't much change in the seasons here. I think I'm 24 now.