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Summer's Lease

On his first night renting a cottage on the Cornish coast, widower John Tennant comes face to face with, of all things, a grizzly bear. Fearing for his life, John tries to convince the animal he isn't worth eating, and is relieved when the bear ambles away.<br><br>Maintenance man Mitch Benjamin is two hundred years old but doesn’t look a day over forty. As a werebear, he needs to stay under the radar. The new renter is making that difficult. Not only is John attractive, but his vulnerability triggers all of Mitch’s protective instincts. If that wasn’t trouble enough, Mitch is struggling with his inner bear’s desire to befriend John. He knows what his bear is up to, but Mitch doesn’t want another mate. His last one was murdered ninety years ago, and he’s still grieving.<br><br>John is confused by Mitch’s mixed signals. Physically, Mitch -- with his bulging muscles and hulking frame -- is a gay man’s wet dream come true. But emotionally, he keeps closing down. John discovers more comfort with the magnificent grizzly bear he occasionally meets on his evening walks along the beach.<br><br>In an effort to help, Morwenna, the owner of the cottages, uses her psychic gifts to give John a message from his dead lover, George. Far from helping, it adds another layer of strangeness to what’s already turning out to be the strangest summer John can remember.<br><br>Can a well-meaning medium and a determined grizzly bring John and Mitch together? Will Mitch come clean about his werebear nature? If he does, can John accept that a man and bear exist in the same body?

Drew Hunt · LGBT+
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90 Chs

Chapter 72

“You like my big dick?” Mitch asked. John had stroked, rubbed, and caressed the thing all during his stretching.

“It’s magnificent, just like its owner,” John said, opening the condom box. “Hope these fit. They’re the biggest they had.”

Mitch hoped so, too. He wasn’t sure Teddy would ever forgive him if they had to call the whole thing off due to a lack of suitable protection.

But he needn’t have worried. John’s expert fingers rolled the thing into place. It felt tight and strange, but not unpleasant. It felt even nicer when John added more lube and gave him a bit of a hand job.

“Wanna sit on me at first?” Mitch asked, thinking it might be easier for John to control the entry.

John nodded, so Mitch withdrew his fingers and lifted the man until he was centred over Mitch’s straining rubber-coated dick.

Eyes half closed with lust and voice gravely, John said, “Got this huge itch that only your huge cock can scratch.”