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In the darkest corner of the pub, Paddington saw another bear watching everyone come in. He had a pint of beer and a pack of cigarettes in front of him. The bear occasionally picked out a cigarette with his claws and chewed it thoughtfully. He had never seen such a bear before, not in Darkest Peru and certainly not in England. He was broad and thickly furred, six feet of rippling muscle and half a ton of attitude. The strange bear licked another cigarette into his mouth from between his claws. Paddington wished he was that cigarette. When the bear saw Paddington, he lifted his chin in a slight gesture to invite him over. Paddington felt his knees begin to wobble.
Paddington walked over and raised his hat in greeting. He opened his mouth, but the other bear spoke first.
“Not many like us around. Sit. You’re not a native, are you? What brought you here?”
“Boat,” Paddington said, almost too stunned to speak. “But the Browns found me at Paddington Station. That’s why I’m ‘Paddington.’”
The other bear laughed uproariously. It drew the barkeep’s attention immediately. The bear took a chance to order two lagers, then clapped Paddington on the back.
“I’m a foundling myself-- train station in Iran. Pleased to meet you, Paddington. Corporal Wojtek, Polish 22nd Artillery Supply Company.”
“Polish!? And now you live in London?”
“Edinburgh.”
Wotjek wouldn’t be able to get home tonight, thought Paddington. He took a sip of beer. Liquid courage should have been sweet like marmalade, not bitter. Paddington looked around. The others at the pub were taking notice of them, and not in a good way.
“I’m not far,” Paddington suggested. “Would you like to come home with me? If you have nothing planned.”
“I think we better go before anything happens,” said Wojtek, taking hold of Paddington’s paw.
“Oooh, yes,” said Paddington with a smile. “I would like that very much.”
A taxi ride later, and Wojtek stumbled through the front door of the Brown’s house. The front door had hardly closed before Wojtek’s large, strong paws found their way up and underneath Paddington’s coat. His tongue found its way into Paddington’s mouth, as sweet as marmalade even as it tasted of lager and cigarettes. Paddington grabbed at Wotjek’s ass with one paw, struggling to undo the soldier’s belt with the other.
Paddington struggled to disentangle himself from Wojtek for long enough to breath, “Upstairs. My bedroom. Upstairs.”
Wotjek grinned mischievously. He grabbed Paddington’s hat and slid it from his head, caressing every strand of fur from his crown, around his ears and down his neck, then slowly undid the toggles of his coat until it fell to the ground and Paddington stood quite naked in the hall. Wojtek looked up and down the smaller bear approvingly. With an amorous growl, he chased Paddington up the stair.
Paddington could not close the door behind him fast enough as soon as Wotjek was with him. He had thought he would close it softly to avoid waking Mr and Mrs Brown, but the door had hardly latched closed before Wotjek slammed Paddington against it. Paddington felt Wotjek’s muscular, furry legs against his own. He felt something less furry and far firmer and hotter press between his ass cheeks. Paddington could hardly catch his breath. He could hardly think. All his blood seemed to flow through a different head. A massive paw wrapped around his cock as if to make sure Paddington would never be able to think straight again. Paddington groaned. Wotjek’s paw was so large and strong, Paddington could not help but melt and feel small, weak, helpless against it.
Wotjek leaned close over Paddington. He heard the unbuckling of a belt, the sound of trousers and suspenders hitting the floor. Wotjek’s thickly furred chest rubbed against Paddington’s hairy back.
“What’s this?” Wotjek whispered into Paddington’s ear, drawing his paw across the tip of Paddington’s hard cock and thrusting it into Paddington’s mouth.
Cum. Paddington thought, but he stuttered and stumbled so hard over the idea he couldn’t finish voicing one word and three letters. He didn’t want to or need to. Paddington turned around and kissed Wojtek. Their tongues entangled each other. The massive girth of Wojtek’s erection pressed against Paddington’s own smaller furry belly and cock.
Wojtek pulled Paddington towards the bed, until he lay on it with his back paws braced against the floor and his cock standing proud in the air. Paddington licked his lips. That cock had teased his backside long enough. He straddled Wojtek, leaning close to kiss him once more as the bed groaned beneath their weight and the tip of Wojtek’s cock touched Paddington’s asshole. Paddington could feel his entrance flutter with anticipation. Paddington leaned back, looking to Wojtek’s expectant face and down to the massive weapon he planned to impale himself on. For a moment, Paddington didn’t think he could.
He knew he couldn’t sleep unless he did.
Paddington licked his paw generously, thinking of it as a taste of Wotjek’s cock, remembering the taste of his own precum. He slipped a wetted digit into his asshole, trying not to cum in the anticipation that it would soon not be himself, but Wotjek in him. Paddington grasped Wojtek’s cock and guided it inside. He gasped at the sensation of the hot head of Wojtek’s cock touching his body. He groaned as it stretched him wide, gasped as it seemed like more than he could bear.
In growing strokes, Paddington eased himself down past the bulging head of Wotjek’s burning hot cock. He continued until he was able to slam his body against Wotjek’s furry belly and needed to brace himself on quaking paws. His mind was far from London, far from Edinburgh, far from Darkest Peru. All he could think of was the broad, handsome bear in front of him and the deep, indescribable pleasure of Wotjek’s cock stroking against the most sensitive places within him.
“Cream!” Wojtek groaned, “Cream all over my coat!”
Paddington could not help but do so. Thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock onto the thick fur on Wojtek’s belly. Paddington could feel Wojtek twitch and throb within him, filling his ass with cum. Paddington felt his knees begin to wobble. He collapsed on top of Wojtek and kissed him, licking the taste of beer and cigarettes from the Syrian bear’s tongue.
They rested a while like that, kissing languidly with Wojtek’s massive, spent cock unwilling to leave the warm tightness of Paddington’s ass.
Eventually he had to. Cum spilled out of him and onto the sheets.
“Fancy making such a mess,” said Wotjek admiringly.
Wojtek snuggled against Paddington. The older bear burned like a furnace next to him, his massive arms hugging Paddington close.
“Wojtek?” Paddington asked, stroking the thick fur on the arm Wojtek wrapped around him. Wojtek snored.
I believe he’s fast asleep! Paddington thought. But after all this fun, is it any wonder?
The End