The Bear’s Scent Made Him Cum

Scent of Gay Bear

A stiff breeze had picked up when Sam finished unpacking his bags and tools. He took a deep breath in, inhaling and savoring the scent of the salty, spicy air of the northern BC coastline. He’d arrived the previous morning from Vancouver after a winter and early spring spent teaching engineering classes. Classrooms had never been his thing, really—he preferred field work in the great outdoors. While he could most likely earn a substantial living by committing to teaching and setting down his roots, the open air and the adventure of an uncertain future suited him best.

It really was great to get back to camp. This summer, he’d be working in a remote wilderness lodge, in charge of everything from boat maintenance to generator repair. He’d be working his own hours, essentially making sure that everything in the small camp was working.

Six months previous, he’d ended his last relationship. He’d had a couple one night stands, but no desire yet for another relationship. That was another reason he was so keen to get back to camp life – to his knowledge, he was the only gay staff member around, and he was genuinely looking forward to having the sexual and relational side of his life turned off for a bit. That would most certainly not be true at the end of the season, but for now it was just what he wanted.

Sam was a good looking fellow. He stood around 5’10, sporting a slender, toned build and a beard that he often preferred slightly unkempt. Add to that his deep brown eyes and a general propensity towards smiling, and it was no surprise that he was a well liked and respected 38 year old.

He brought out his phone and checked the time. 11 AM—the three resident fishing guides would be arriving any minute. He made his way to the dock to introduce himself and have an initial look at their boats for the season. Sure enough, when he got there, he could see three boats on the horizon. The first two arrived a bit before the third, so he introduced himself and made some idle conversation. These guys were about as close to the stereotype as it gets. Brash, loud and already halfway into their second beer, they had lean frames that somehow supported protruding bellies that can only be obtained by their poor nutrition and six beer a day minimum. At any rate, they were eager to get up to their rooms, guzzle beer and talk about fish, so Sam bid them goodbye. Soon enough, the third boat came in, and Sam could already tell that the trim tabs were malfunctioning, explaining the boat’s slower pace. When the boat was moored, Sam’s breath caught for a second at the man who hopped out of the boat.

He was maybe 5’11, and absolutely barrel-chested. He was easily the most solid, mountain of a man he’d ever seen. His arms were bigger than Sam’s legs, and were both muscled and hairy. While his chest itself was muscled, it also sported an enormous gut below it; though his was not like the other guides. His was hard and thick, not flabby with the telltale signs of an unhealthy lifestyle. And his face—he wore a big, brown beard that was greying on the chin and sideburns, a large, broad nose, and striking blue eyes. Like pale Antarctic summer moods; Sam was sure they were the truest shade of blue. Luckily, Sam didn’t communicate any of this to this handsome giant of a man, and instead introduced himself.

“Hiya! I’m Sam. I’m your maintenance guy this season,” he said, successfully hiding his elevated heart rate.

“Hey Sam! I’m Dan,” the big man said, offering an enormous hand with bratwurst-sized fingers.

Sam shook his hand, feeling the strength behind the handshake, and remarking once again on how intriguing Dan’s eyes were.

“Looks like my trim tabs have bit the dust,” Dan said with a smile, “so I’m sorry to say I’ll have to put you to work right off the bat.”

“I noticed that, too—and not a problem, that’s my job,” Sam said with a wink, “Feel free to get yourself setup in your room, I should have this all fixed up in a couple hours.”

Dan thanked him again, and went to gather his bags from the boat. Sam sure noticed when Dan crouched down to pick up his bags, displaying a shapely pair of butt cheeks that appeared to be both soft and muscled. When Dan leaned forward, Sam was treated to a brief moment of plumber-butt, revealing a back and ass that were at least as furry as his arms. Sam shook his head, once again reminding himself that he was not up here for that. But damn it, what a view, and what a man. Sam had never really been into a big guy before. He wasn’t sure what it was about Dan. There was a sense of genuineness, and a real, grounded presence that Sam found intriguing.

Dan collected his bags, and headed inside, and Sam got to work. He didn’t notice when Dan turned around and gave Sam a quick, appraising look.

Their summer was busy, and Sam and Dan quickly became good friends. They would often eat dinner together, or have a beer at Dan’s boat at the end of the day. Sam was always there to keep Dan’s boat in tip-top shape, and Dan’s positivity was infectious, and his smile was a ray of sunshine. Dan seemed to respect his time with Sam, too, and soon enough they were hanging out nearly every day.

On the occasional day off, Dan would take Sam out on his boat and go fishing in the morning. Sam was able to mostly quiet down his mind down about how much Dan drove him crazy, though now that the weather was getting hotter, Dan was wearing shorts more often, displaying an unbelievably thick set of calves, as well as an enormous, eye-catching bulge when he sat down. Sam continued to do his best to not pay attention.

One morning while fishing together, Sam caught something big. Real big. They both hooted and hollered as the fish pulled on the rod, to the point that Sam thought it might rip the rod from his hands. Dan quickly jumped in to help, grabbing the rod with him. Sam felt the fur on Dan’s arms against his, and inhaled Dan’s sweaty, musky scent, and it was like an electric shock going through him. Sam had never had a thing for scents in the past, and generally preferred his men showered and clean. But there was something about Dan’s smell that drove him absolutely wild, just like his gentle nature and kind personality. It was raw and untamed, and he found himself drinking in Dan’s scent like he was dying of thirst. He was desperately trying to keep things professional, until the fish got away, and they continued to hold the rod, still arm to arm. Sam now noticed the feeling of Dan’s huge, firm, warm belly next to him. This only lasted a second before the both stepped away awkwardly, and Sam did his best to pretend it was an accident. As Dan sheepishly smiled while sitting down to drive back to the lodge, Sam could have sworn Dan’s bulge looked much larger than normal, but he was a sucker for wishful thinking, so he put the thought away, and they both returned to camp.

A month passed from that point, and they continued to hang out every day. They never spoke of the incident on the boat, but sometimes Sam was sure Dan’s eyes lingered on him a bit longer than usual, and perhaps that some of the pauses between their speech grew heavier and more weighted. Charged, almost, like a storm. One morning in mid-August, Dan came up to Sam and cheerfully said, “So, did you hear the news, roomie?”

“News? What news? Clearly not, I guess,” Sam replied.

“Admin overbooked the lodge for the next two weeks. It’s looking like your room is now a guest room, and you’ll be rooming with me.”

Sam, while mostly happy about this decision, was also a bit nervous. The last thing he wanted was to ruin their friendship, and he couldn’t even think about their last fishing adventure without taking their friendship to a completely different place. At any rate, he went to his room and started packing his stuff, telling himself over and over that Dan was just a good friend.

Sam brought his stuff over to Dan’s room in one of the on-site quads. Dan was out on a fishing tour at the moment—Sam figured he must be roasting as they were in the middle of a hot spell. They both had single beds at opposite sides of the room, as well as their own armoire and night table. Sam had just got the last of his clothes put away when Dan barged through the door, looking sun-drenched and wild.

“Hey pal!” he said, “I’ll be out of your hair pretty quick here, I’ve got to go back and clean the boat. That was my last trip for the day.”

With that, Dan stripped off his shirt, revealing a huge set of pecs, with equal parts muscle and pudge. Below it stretched his huge belly, covered in coarse hair and tanned by his days in the sun. All in all, it was an incredible sight to behold, and Sam already found himself trying to keep parts of his mind at bay, though not just from the sight of this handsome man in front of him. Dan’s sweaty, musky scent filled the room, and Sam felt almost light-headed. Since when did something like that turn him on? Soon enough, Dan put on a new shirt, and threw the old one in the hamper.

“See ya, man—come by the boat later for a beer if you want,” he said as he left.

Sam agreed, and bid his goodbye, all the while hoping that his erection wasn’t visible through his shorts. He felt his eyes being drawn to the laundry hamper that now contained Dan’s sweaty shirt. Against all of his better judgement, he went over to it and pulled out the shirt. He could smell Dan’s scent wafting off of it as he brought it up to his nose and inhaled deeply. He almost thought we was going to pass out in ecstasy as he brought his nose to the still-damp armpit of the shirt. God, he smelled good. All of a sudden, he heard the door shut next to him, with Dan standing next to it staring at him. He’d been so enraptured by his scent that he didn’t even hear the door open.

Sam’s first thought was that he’d just ruined their friendship, and felt nothing but a sinking feeling of guilt. Dan walked over to him, saying nothing, bright blue eyes shining and sparkling with a strange intensity that Sam couldn’t quite read.

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