THE PINK BEAR

 As time went on, I was experiencing more and more. Different positions gave different orgasms, and there were a number of variables in the masturbation formula that I discovered over time (like, for example, the smell of the sheepskin rug in my mom's living room that drove me crazy, but interestingly the orgasm was always weaker than expected) through experimentation. I usually masturbated before sleeping, with a small lioness; in the morning with the coat or the sheepskin rug in the living room, and if I masturbated in the afternoon, I would use the tiger or lioness as well.

I also liked to try other people's furry things (it is worth remembering that at that time the lioness and the tiger belonged to my brother, although they stayed on the shelf above my bed, which facilitated access at night). In the beginning, curiosity was more about the tactile sensation of objects - I wanted to see what a certain type of hair or material felt like when coming into contact with different parts of the body, which invariably led to the genitals - but it was more innocent because I didn’t masturbate with objects until orgasm and, until my  11s , I didn’t ejaculate, I just had dry orgasms.

However, at some point in 1994, when I was 11 years old (and I had already started ejaculating, which gave me some problems with cleaning up the "crime scene" afterwards, as I was hyperproductive at the time), my aunt won from one of her boyfriends (I don’t remember which, there were many, and they were changed frequently like diapers) a bear like those that were won for a gift in amusement parks of the 90s, anatomically rustic, not very pleasant facial expression, rough details ... the filling they were those Styrofoam balls, which left the bear practically immobile and half hard (but very light). I immediately visualized the bear's potential the moment I saw him - in addition to being practically my height, he had a white stomach, and as I said, there is something about the white fur that makes me more excited than normal. I was pondering what would be the best time to "try" the bear. I knew that I would hardly have the chance to do anything other than give a "taste" to the private parts.

The following weekend, he had a barbecue at home, for some occasion that I don't remember. Our house had a large backyard, and everyone was in the yard. I made an excuse that I was going to the bathroom or something, and I went inside. Immediately I ran out, took the bear from my aunt's room, went up the stairs (our house was semi-detached, my aunt's room was immediately under mine, but the stairs were close to the TV room on the 2 floors) and went to my room.

I laid the bear on my bed, closed the door (which had no lock, my mom had no concept of privacy), turned on the television without any tuned channels, just to let that dim light into the room, undressed and immediately laid on top of it. To my surprise and happiness, the styrofoam filling caused an unexpected side effect - as the bear was very hard, he fully supported my weight, and as his arms and legs did not move, I managed to get my legs behind his legs, and my arms behind his, making an almost perfect "copulation" position. I was committed to making the most of it, as I didn't know if there would be another opportunity like this.

The feelings accumulated during the week of seeing the bear and being unable to do anything took the best of me, and the first orgasm came in seconds. At the peak time, I managed to put my penis to the side, so as not to wet the spot where I was humping. I already knew at that time that the secret to a good fur humping session was that it was dry. The bear was hit in the side of the belly, and I took a short break to recompose myself. I was so excited that even after orgasm, the erection continued. About five minutes later, I was ready for round 2. This time the game lasted a little longer, and it was about 15 wonderful minutes, until the second orgasm came, in the same place as the first.

During the second break, I was almost asleep because of the excess of endorphins, having romantic feelings and imagining my retired future in a country house with the bear, both sitting on the porch, watching our grandchildren playing. :)

After about 20 or 30 minutes, the erection returned and I got ready for round 3. I started humping, and right after that, the door to the room suddenly opened. I just had time to remain motionless, frozen with dread, with my eyes half closed as if I were asleep. I could see that it was my grandmother, who must have gotten tired of the barbecue and decided to iron some clothes. She was carrying a pile of ironed clothes, which were then put in their respective drawers. Then she looked at me, said nothing, left the room, turned off the light and closed the door. The dread was so great that I was unable to do anything after that. I pulled myself away from the bear, sat on the bed to calm myself, and analyzed the situation. Due to the sudden situation I realized I had no time to cover myself with the bed sheets. So she caught me completely naked, on the bed, clutched in a semi-fetal position on a huge pink teddy bear, with an erect penis, and a considerable amount of white gelatinous material dripping from the bear's belly directly onto the sheet, where a stain of moisture had appeared. The smell of cock and cum was filling the room. I was absolutely sure that I was going to be beaten to death.

The following day, a Monday, I went to school in the afternoon, and when I returned from school, the bear was no longer there. They had thrown it away. I couldn't even say goodbye. I was very upset for several days.

But at least the beating and scolding never came.

:)