It was the most vivid dream Jerry ever remembered having. He remembered the cold, the frigid white so dense he couldn't see and he recalled the immense feeling of helplessness as he stumbled through the blizzard. It wasn't a question of being lost, the snow was simply too deep and was falling so fast that he could have been at his front door and simply not known it.
Each time he took a step he seemed to sink deeper and deeper into the snow, first it was just up to his knees, then his thighs and finally up to his waist. He had just about reached the limit of his strength as he readied himself to give in to the cold when he stumbled into a cave. Suddenly the cold wind no longer sliced through him and he didn't have to fight his way to take a step, he was surrounded by a warm, moist darkness.
Taking a deep breath he noticed the air smelled dank, heavy but anything was better than the sterile frozen wind outside. With the last of his strength he crawled deeper into the cave, deeper into the warmth, deeper into the darkness. He collapsed and just before he drifted to sleep, he felt movement beneath his head.
Jerry awoke from his dream feeling that same motion beneath his head and noticing his fingers entwined in a heavy mass of fur he opened his eyes. Seeing a mass of fur, he slowly lifted head from the large man's chest. Smiling, he vaguely remembered Ben, a huge bear of a man he met at a new bar he visited the night before.
Glancing up at his face, he saw some dried cum caked in the man's beard, but didn't fully recall how his cum got into the man's beard. He hoped that he was at least not to drunk to have reciprocated, afraid he might have enjoyed Ben sucking his cock and then simply fallen asleep.
Jerry lifted up his head and glanced down to the man's crotch, hoping perhaps some cum might have dried in his pubic hair, at least showing him he had given his lover some pleasure, but he couldn't see beyond Ben's enormous stomach. Yes, Jerry did remember watching Ben undress, seeing his huge chest and stomach covered with hair. He had run both hands all over his chest and stomach, grabbing at the thick fur.
Turning in the bed, he moved his head down beyond Ben's stomach and looked into the mass of hair between his legs. He could see just the tip of the cock peeking through the black mass of curls. There was no sign of any fluid or cum. Damn, he had finally been able to big up a beautiful bear of a man and then was too drunk to please him.
The man's stomach rose and fell in a slow, even rhythm and Jerry could hear the faint growl of a snore. He knew what he could do. Getting up on his knees, he bent down, pressing the side his face against Ben's stomach, he burrowed his head down to where he could close his mouth over his cock.