Stan did not resist in the slightest as the biker mounted him and pushed into his virginal hole. It was painful, but after awhile, pain gave way to pleasure. Soon, Stan was thrusting back so that he could get all of Snake's massive tool inside of him.
Snake shot four copious loads into his smaller partner and Stan matched him shot for shot as both came at the same time. A bond had begun to form and now, unknown to either of them, they'd sealed that bond by mating with each other. Stan's seed was inside Snake and now Snake's seed was inside Stan. Snake could no more reject Stan now than he could cut off his own right arm and Stan was now totally devoted to his big Bear lover, each had become a part of the other on a very deep level and some of what Snake was, his personality, his rough manner, his boisterousness was now part of Stan. Stan had given Snake a more thoughtful manner, more considerate personality. As they lay on the bare floor of the abandoned farmhouse, Snake pulled Stan to him and held him.
"I've never felt like this before." Snake said softly in his gruff voice.
"What do you mean?" Stan asked.
"I mean, I've never felt this way about anyone before. It's just so strange, like, you and me belong." The bigger man said.
"I've never felt like this either; like I belong to you." Stan said.
Snake laughed suddenly, "My bros would never understand this. We all talk about nailin' women all the time. But last night, when I thought you were the Devil, I never felt so turned on before in my life and your smell made me so horny and when I finally got used to that big cock of yours up my ass, I swear, I never felt so fukin' good. If they could feel like this though, not just the sex, the closeness." He said and he just let the thought hang.
"How are we gonna get back home? Stan asked. I mean, you've got a vest and your jeans, but I don't think those jeans are going to fit anymore."
Snake grunted in agreement. "My scoot is back at the bar. No one will touch it. Only an idiot would mess with a bro's bike, especially an Angel."
Snake got to his feet and squeezed into his jeans. They were very tight and he couldn't button them closed, but the zipper went most of the way up. He buckled the belt and it served to hold the pants closed. "I'll go back to the bar, my boots are around back. I hope they still fit. You can wear that trench coat of yours all buttoned up. You can ride on the back of my bike, I've got a spare helmet. I'll take you back to my place, I share it with a bro, but he's on a run and won't be back 'til next week.
Thirty minutes later they were at Snakes place, a small house in the bad part of town. Stan entered and immediately after the door closed and Snake was sure no one was in the house, he grabbed the smaller man and roughly kissed him, forcing his huge tongue down Stan's throat. Stan's hands roamed all over snakes hairy chest, the leather vest soon dropped to the floor as did Stan's trench coat.
They parted and Snake said, "Damn! I couldn't wait to get you inside. I wanted to do that on the ride all the way over here. I get horny when I ride, it's the vibration I guess, but I've never been this horny before."
"Me either!" Stan agreed.
"I think we need a mid morning fuck." Snake said and he lifted his bearded cub off the ground and carried him to his musky bedroom.