Jake Tillerson's eyes slid open slowly. The beams of the morning sun drawn over his face. The beams also illuminated his hairy and well muscled chest as well as his rotund yet powerful, hair coverd gut and his uncut, average dick. He was the living description of bearish, this was due to the genetics of his family. All the men
in jake's family had been men with beautiful pelts. Jake had all this body hair and a body to match he was only in his early twenties. He scratched his chest and got out of bed his belly angrily growing at him to get food. He first proceeded to throw on clothes so Ms. Davis, his next door neighbor would not complain.
He lumbered towards his kitchen, still in a sleepy stupor. His view obscured by the morning sun. Then he felt a twinge of panic when he saw the clock on the wall, it had read 8:30 but it subsided when he remembered about his freelance design career. He opened his mundane fridge, he only had bacon and eggs left. "Damn, i'll have to get more today" grumbled jake as he took the slabs of bacon and the rest of the jumbo eggs out and proceeded to cook them. The smell and sound of frying bacon took the heaviness from his eyes. Said eyes caught a glimpse of outside, he almost forgot how beautiful his city was.
"Why is nature so damn beautiful" chuckled dave to himself.
The city of Spring Port was a newly built town in the cascade mountains of British Columbia. With dazzling lakes, dense forests, nice grasslands to the south, and a downtown rivaling Kelowna. The question is how will Jake spend his morning?