It was a peaceful afternoon; the weather was warm and the sky was beginning to show orange tints on the horizon. Besides the occasional passing of a car, the only noise that stood out was the call of the cicadas creating a white noise in the environment.
Outside a small convenience store, a mid-aged Tibetan bear was standing next to the sliding glass door. Usually not many clients arrived during that hour, so he decided to take a five-minute break for a cigarette. He was wearing a set of red sport pants and a red jacket he kept unzipped, his prominent pecs and belly were bulging under his white tank top.
The bear noticed two school boys approaching him. He recognized the black cat walking ahead, his name was Brandon Dunkel. If the bear’s memory didn’t fail him, the cat was starting the fifth grade at elementary school. The boy walking behind, a caramel and white Siberian husky, looked slightly younger. The grey-eyed canid probably was a fourth grader. Both boys were wearing the standard hot weather uniform for their school. It was around four-thirty, so it was natural to suppose the school activities of the day were over.
The black cat greeted the bear with a request. “Good afternoon, Mr. Gurma. May I ask you a favor?”
“What is it?” The ursine put out his cigar against the sole of his sandal while attending the kid’s request.
The cat leaned forward as if he was about to tell a secret. And after throwing his cigar in the trash can next the ice-cream cooler, the Tibetan bear leaned down in response.
The cat proceeded to whisper to the bear’s ear. “You see, my friend here is going through a bad time right now, but he’s too shy to talk about it. Would you let him hit you in the crotch?”
The bear looked at the young husky staring at them from two meters away. "Go ahead." The ursine stood with spread legs and nodded his head to the canid. However, the young dog didn’t respond and preferred to keep his distance. The canid seemed nervous, and the bear's gaze on him wasn’t of help.
Leaning towards the young feline the Tibetan bear commented, “He seems… reserved.”
“Come here, Casey. Mr. Gurma said it’s okay,” called the cat while beckoning to his schoolmate.
The dog only approached a few steps, but rather than getting closer to the bear he seemed to want to get behind his friend. “I… Uh.” The young dog looked away, placing his right hand on the back of his head.
“Come on, don’t be shy,” said the black feline to the canid. “I can go first if you want.”
That last comment took the bear off guard. Even if he decided to be nice and say it was okay, he wasn’t very enthusiastic about receiving a kick to the balls, let alone twice.
Unfortunately for the bear, the puppy responded before he could say a word about it. Still looking away the husky nodded timidly. It was a simple yet clear reply that left the ursine with the feeling of having run out of options.
The bear redirected his resigned gaze to the black cat, who had his eyes on him. Without saying a word, the ursine adopted position a second time. With his hands on his waist and spreading his legs, he nodded to the young feline.
The cat adopted position and took a step back with his right foot before saying a few words to his friend, “Look closely, Casey.” And in less than a second, he lashed his foot upwards between Mr. Gurma’s legs.
“Ungh!” The ursine doubled over in ache when the cat’s little shoe crashed against his privates. Even when most of the impact was received by his cock, he suffered it the most on the upper front part of his testicles. With his right hand cradling his groin and his left on his knee, the bear inhaled and exhaled deeply for almost a minute. Time during which the boys remained silent, watching closely the bear’s wincing and moaning.
“Alright, one to go,” said the ursine regaining his composure.
The feline stepped aside and told the canine, “Okay. Now is your turn.”
The doubtful husky walked towards the bear and stood on the spot where his friend was standing seconds ago. He looked at the ursine in the eye, but looked away almost immediately.
“It’s fine, kid. I won’t bite,” quipped the bear, managing to get a shy smile from the canid.
The older boy approached the younger and whispered to his ear, “Focus more on keeping your balance than on kicking hard. And remember, balls are closer to the bottom than to the front.”
The caramel and white canine, wasn’t showing the same enthusiasm his friend, but responded nodding. The young husky got ready, the bear stood with spread legs again, and when the feline gave the signal, the little dog kicked the ursine in the groin.
The fourth grader delivered a much more precise kick than his friend. His toecap hit directly on both Mr. Gurma’s ursine testicles.
“Ught!” The bear winced in pain and doubled over just like a moment ago.
The young canid took a couple of steps back when he heard the bear’s aching groan.
The ursine cupped his crotch with his right hand, and took some steps towards the ice-cream cooler to rest his left hand on it. Shortly afterwards he bent and rested his forehead on his forearm. “Ung... Nice kick.”
The excited cat gave the husky some congratulatory palms on the shoulder, and said, “Very good, you did it better than me.”
“Thank you,” responded timidly the young canid. Despite his shyness, the wagging of his tail made clear that the boy was in a better mood. “Thanks to you too, Mr. Gurma,” said the husky to the bear resting on the ice-cream cooler. “Are you going to be okay?” asked the young dog with some concern in his voice.
“Yeah… Unh. I’m fine,” responded the bear still gasping.
“Thank you, Mr. Gurma! Have a nice day!” said the young feline to the bear before he and his schoolmate took their leave.
Without looking up, the pained bear waved the hand he had on the cooler. Then, he continued dealing with the ache in his groin as the kids walked away.
“Fuck! That kid is a natural!” The Tibetan bear was taking more time than he expected to recover from that blow. The throbbing pain would not let him stand upright, the nausea made it difficult for him to breathe. All he could do for the next ten minutes was breathe heavily and massage through his sport pants the aching organs in his right hand, while wiping his tears with his left forearm.
“At least they didn’t come with a third friend.” After a brief pause, the bear made a great effort to stand as straight as he could and limped into the store. “Well, I'd better get behind the counter before more boys come by.”
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1 year, 10 months ago
24 Sep 2017 18:38 CEST
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