And the rage Bear felt from the day, everything from the wife's tirade of that morning and the work of the day that had gone wrong, and Mrs. Corneggy's whiny complaining and now, no bonus money, his wife would blame him for that when he got home and never shut up all weekend long, holiday or not, that was her way.

"I'm telling you I need that bonus money." he told his boss.

"And I'm saying again there isn't any!" If Bear was pissed, Craig was more than ready to rise to the challenge in kind. He had a divorce and money troubles pumping up his rage.

Seeing that face, even the familiar one, confronting him, thwarting him, just was more than Bear could take. He snarled and got right into Craig's face and that smell again slid into his nostrils, again the familiar stirring in his stomach rose again, but this time, rage was in the mixture as well. "So you have to borrow more, go do it and get me my bonus money!"

"I don't have it, I tell you! What do you expect me to do, pull money out of my ass?"

The face was right up against Bear's, they were practically nose to nose. Bear meant to fight Craig, meant to insist upon the bonus money, he needed that money, needed it if he was going to have peace for the next few weeks in his house. But he was right up against Craig's chest and that aroma from him...it was overpowering him!

"If I can't have a bonus this year, I'm damned well getting something extra out of this!" He said right into Craig's face.

"I don't have anything to give you!"

"The hell you don't!" Bear said and he dove onto Craig, not in anger, but in passion. He kissed Craig and his arms went around Craig, and the strange thing to him was, that Craig kissed back and reached to encircle Bear at the same time. The kiss was long and intense, and when Bear released Craig, panting heavily, he said, "This can be my bonus."

"Fine." Craig gasped back and they pressed against each other again.

Even though Craig was willing, Bear didn't give him the chance. He tore at Craig's clothes, yanking the shirt apart rather than unbuttoning it, baring a strong expanse of breast scattered with pale blond hairs, and he yanked the belt undone and then grabbed the blue jeans and without even unfastening the fly, he skinned the jeans and briefs together down Craig's slender waist. Slammed that naked butt up onto the old wooden desk, it performed occasional duty holding engine parts that needed detail work on them, now it held Craig's naked ass while Bear stood over him unzipping that long zipper on the front of his brown jumpsuit.

Craig watched them, then hastily peeled off his workboots and that let him drop the jeans and briefs onto the floor. "Ah, damn, come on, come on." he said as he splayed his legs wide. "Give it to me, give it!"

Bear fondled his dong, it had hardened some, but his hands quickly brought it to its full eight-inch, two-inch-thick bearlike glory. "Damned straight I will. Fuck me over on the bonus, I'll fuck you over but good!"

"Yeah, damn, yeah, I....oh, oh, OOHHHH!" Craig groaned as Bear shoved his prong right up that hair-lined ass. No lube, no pussy-footing around, he drove it straight and hard and true, it rammed right up into Craig's butt like an arrow to its target.

"Guh-uh-uhhhh!" Bear grunted as the hot sphincter wrapped itself around his shaft like butter on a hot biscuit.

"Oh, shit, God, it's so big and fat!" Craig moaned. He wasn't begging for mercy, he was relishing the hard thick tool in his ass! "Shit, man, rip me up with it!"

Illustration of The Bear's Christmas Bonus "God damned right!" Bear growled and he shoved it in deeper. Craig only howled harder and his cock was a solid shaft of male rut slapping at Bear's stomach with each thrust Bear made into Craig's bowels.

"Oh, ah, hah, yeah, man, yeah, ah, hah!" Craig grunted at each impalement of his body by Bear's prick.

"Uh, huh, huh, uh, uh!" Bear grunted in his own turn, his face a scowl of concentration.

"Oh, shit, yeah, uh, hah, ah!" Craig moaned.

"Uh, huh, uh, uh, uh, huh!"

"Oh, shit, man, I'm, coming, oh, shit, ah, ah, hah, ah!"

"Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-uh-uh!" Bear sped up and now his thighs slammed Craig's buttocks in staccato sounds of fleshy slaps.

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, oh, oh, oh!" Craig was thrashing back and forth on the desk.

"Uh, uh, huh, gruh, gruh, uh, gruh!" Bear's grunts were shifting as well, as passion leached into his efforts.

"Coming, coming, ah, GUH-UH-HUNNNNNNN!" Craig's orgasm was immediate and copious, hot splats of jizz rocketed upwards and flew everywhere, hitting Craig's body from neck to arms to stomach, and splashing against Bear's chest and jumpsuit from his ribcage down to his knees.

As Craig ejaculated, his ass spasmed on Bear's pud, squeezing and milking at the column as Bear drove it in and out of that hot butt.

GRUH-UH-GRUH-UH-UH-GRUHHHHHHH-GUHHHHH!" Bear shoved his cock all the way inside and held it there as his face flushed, the reddening skin running all the way down to his chest, and his teeth clenched, and he blew his wads deep into Craig's insides, and with the orgasm, all the rage and fury and frustration blew out of his body with it, and he felt a release of all tensions and oppressions that had driven him into his boss' arms.

He leaned over onto Craig's body and rested on his elbows so as not to crush the man beneath his weight. Looked into Craig's face, and that aroma that had haunted his brain now was stronger than ever. Bear's sweat dripped onto that face, soaked that beard, and the face itself was dappled with the moisture of loving exertions.

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