Chapter
3
Trey
and Ron came from around the corner of the old dilapidated barn and
mounted the steps to the house. “Where'd you put him?” Sebastian
asked.
“Down
that old dry well out in back of the barn, along with the old coot of
a farmer,” Ron said. “With a shitload of rocks on top of him,”
Trey added. The two edged their way past Sebastian and went into the
kitchen to clean up.
“Tell
Jason to use some bleach on the floor and walls,” Sebastian yelled
after them, then muttered, “I have to think of EVERYthing.”
Sebastian
turned and looked appraisingly at Ron's ass as he passed, but gave no
comment to show his approval. He didn't need Ron feeling too smug
about his new body. It hadn't been long since Ron and Jason had made
their first change. Sebastian had picked them up a week apart, and
fucked them the first night he met them. Sebastian could really turn
on the charm and any man who was willing to have man-to-man sex could
easily fall for that charm... and Sebastian knew it.
Unexpectedly
the two had both changed on the same night. Sebastian had jacked as
he watched the fur crawl over Ron's changing body, obscuring his
tattoos. He shot two or three huge loads on Ron's chest and belly. He
moved around back and as soon as Ron's stubby tail had emerged, he'd
jack hammered into that fine bear butt. Just as he and Ron were
finishing up, Jason came barging in, crying out in pain. His body was
morphing, the pawed hands on the sides of his head and tears
streaming from his eyes indicating the obvious pain of his expanding
skull. Sometimes the change was more painful, but Sebastian gave him
a different pain to distract him from his change. Still in full bear
form he wrestled Jason to the floor, positioned himself behind the
changing man and hilted in his ass with his fully changed werebear
cock. Jason howled at the new pain in his rear as the huge cock tore
at him. Sebastian didn't care, he was claiming his right to first
fuck as Jason's sire. Ron moved to Jason's front and massaged his
head, wiping the tears from his increasingly furry cheeks. He cradled
his head as Sebastian began pounding. When Jason had changed enough
to accommodate Sebastian, pleasure over took and he began to suckle
Ron's meat. When he finished,
Sebastian wiped his dripping cock on Jason's furry ass, and gave it a
slap. He'd left the two bears talking softly together as he stalked
out of the room.
Sebastian
leaned on the porch railing and massaged his hard-on, looking out
over the yard area between the old house and the barn, as he thought
about the pair. They were both as dumb as a sack of rocks, but they
were great fucks. If it weren't for the fact that he liked to pound
both Jason and Ron and that he needed the extra muscle, they'd
probably go the way of Freddie. They were about as useless as that
dead bear had been. At least they didn't whine. Sebastian hated
whiners.
Rick let some
of the tension out of his body and moved closer to Sebastian. He
tentatively raised a hand to place on his lover's shoulder, and then
thought better of it and dropped it to his side.
“What's
the plan?” When Sebastian didn't reply, Rick added, “I mean, what
do we do next? Where do you think we should go?”
Sebastian
turned and looked at Rick. “Oh, I got a plan, don't you worry about
that. Southwest. Arizona, maybe or California. Yeah, California. I
got a buddy there, he got out a couple months before me. He used to
sell some weed and other shit out there. Said he'd cut me into the
action. But we got to get away from here, it ain't safe to stay.
We'll clear out, lay low for a while to let things cool down, then
head for the coast when we get some cash.” Sebastian gazed off in
the distance. “Why is there NEVER enough money?” He kicked the
porch rail.
Rick
abandoned his caution and put a hand on Sebastian's shoulder. When
Sebastian didn't shrug it off, he squeezed. Sebastian nodded and gave
Rick a small half smile. “Go tell those clowns in there to get
their shit packed. We're gonna head out first light. And bring me a
beer.” Rick sighed and moved to do Sebastian's bidding. Sebastian
continued to gaze off in the distance. Unnoticed by any of the
others, he rubbed at one eye with the back of his hand, and then
shook his head, turned, and walked inside.
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Dinner
that night in the cabin was noticeably more relaxed. Rusty seemed
much more at ease, kidding and joking in the same way he had when
Mitch had met him for the first time. He just seemed 'sunnier'. Moose
was delighted with the change, and even Walt noticed.
At
one point during the cleanup after the meal, Walt said quietly,
"Hey... what did you do to Rusty?"
"Oh,
we just talked. I think he was more worried about his first change
than he was letting on to anyone. We talked a lot about that."
Mitch carefully avoided betraying Rusty's trust and privately decided
that it would be totally up to him if he wanted to give information
about his heart issues or not.
"Well,
whatever you did, it worked. He's a different person. I'd almost say
it was a case of 'he finally got laid', but we all know THAT hasn't
been a problem with Moose around. I swear, that bear was born with a
constant hard-on."
Walt
kissed his cub and went back to scraping off the oven-hardened
remains of mac and cheese that Moose had made. "Maybe now he can
teach Moose how to make more dinner items outside the dairy group."
"I
heard that!" Moose bellowed from across the kitchen where he was
unloading the dishwasher. "My bear did all the cooking at home.
I admit, I got no talent for the fancy stuff, but if you don't like
my mac and cheese, next time I think there's some kibbles and bits in
the pantry for you." Moose's wide grin took the sting out of his
comment.
Walt
lobbed a soapy sponge at Moose, and for a moment it looked like a
frat house tussle was about to break out.
"Easy,
boys. Take it outside if you want, but don't trash my kitchen."
Vic peered over the book he was thumbing through at the table.
After
the kitchen was squared away, Moose and Walt wandered off to the
living room. Rusty helped Mitch put the clean dishes away, and went
to the living room, too. Shortly after, Mitch heard Moose, Walt and
Rusty in the entryway and then the front door close. Mitch finished
stacking the last of the plates in the cupboard and went to sit
across from the coach. Vic smiled at Mitch.
"Whatever
you said really did make a difference. That man was a jumpy as a
long-tailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs. He was making me
nervous." He held up a hairy paw. "No, I don't want
details. You've got a knack, son; I've watched how you've handled
both of them. You done good." Mitch colored a bit.
"Nah,
it's true. I think we would have had to tie Moose down if you hadn't
been there when he changed." Vic looked carefully at Mitch. "I
think it would be a good idea for you to be there when Rusty changes
for the first time, too." Mitch started to object, but Vic
stopped him. "Son, I know you're new to this, but Rusty and
Moose like and respect you. Tell you the truth, I'm kind of worried
about Moose. He still doesn't have good control of his bear when he
changes and you know how horny he is. He's going to want to mate with
Rusty as soon as he changes. If his bear gets away from him and Rusty
doesn't have good control of his own bear, well..."
Mitch
nodded. He could easily imagine what damage the huge Moose could do
in full bear form, and Rusty had a temper... he might fight back with
uncontrolled full bear strength.
"OK,
I see that. But what should I do?" Mitch asked.
"What
I'd really like for you to do is talk to Moose before Rusty changes.
You remember what Walt an' I did when you changed for the first time.
Talk to Moose about that, let him know what he'll need to do for
Rusty. Let 'em know you'll be there. We'll be there, too, but I think
I'm gonna let you take the lead here."
Vic
leaned across the table and gave Mitch's shoulder a squeeze. "I
don't think Rusty will have a problem, and you can kind of be Moose's
coach. You'll know what to do when the time comes, and Walt will be
right behind you."
"Well,
OK. If you really think I should." Mitch was still uncertain.
"Yep.
I do. Time for you to take some more responsibility as a werebear.
It'll suit you. Besides, I can't do everything
around here!" Vic grinned. "Now come here and give papa a
hug and a grope."
Mitch
rose and reached for his old high school coach. He'd grown very fond
of this gruff older man, who was by turns stern, funny, cranky,
gentle, cultured and earthy. Walt had told him stories of the coach's
adventures and he'd heard a few from Vic's own lips. He'd watched the
way Vic and Walt interacted, the proud father and the loving son. He
hugged the old bear tight, then kissed him, tasting cigar and
whiskey.
He
surprised himself by responding to the coach's returned kiss with
tongue. He felt thick growing bear cock pressing into his groin and
the answering surge from his own now hefty meat.
Vic
broke the kiss and laughed. "You know, I got a feeling those
three are gonna be horny as hell when they get back in here from
tusslin' outside. What say we get naked and build a fire and have the
living room all ready for 'em?"
Mitch
was more than willing. The two rapidly shed what little clothing they
had on and made up a fire and lit the kindling. They had used a lot
of the wood Walt and Mitch had chopped months earlier, but there was
still a goodly amount left. The two looked at each other, the lust
sparking in their eyes. Mitch took in how the older bear's long,
thick body hair curled in thick swirls on his shoulders and belly and
at the cleft of his butt, and how the leaping flames glinted on the
blond fur on his arms. He reached for Vic. Suddenly, the eager
randiness that had flowed through his veins went flat, and he
hesitated.
Vic
had always been an astute observer of others, and noticed
immediately. He said softly. "What is it, son?"
“I
don't know, I...” Mitch paused and sorted through conflicting
emotions. “I just flashed on how you and Walt and me in bed felt
while I was here, waiting for my first change; and then on high
school, and how I was a little afraid of you, and how I felt when I
saw you naked that day in the locker room, and how I wanted you and
felt it was so wrong....”
Vic
folded Mitch into his arms and kissed him on his bearded cheek. "Son,
we left that world behind long ago. You aren't a kid, and I'm not
your coach. Not any more, though I'm rather fond of you calling me
that. We're both werebears; kin, like. Don't give it another thought.
You aren't a perv, any more than I am. You're a bear. Just like me."
Vic held Mitch out and looked straight into his eyes.
"Look.
Weres are old school. I mean really old school. We don't look at
relationships in the same way humans do now. Sex is great, it feels
grand, and it's a wonderful thing to share with a buddy. It's how our
kind show affection and love for each other and always have. I think
many older civilizations used to regarded the fun aspects of sex with
a different eye than they did mating and rearing of families; and
family was a lot looser concept back then, anyway. But having a mate,
like you and Walt; well, that's special, and it isn't based just on
sex. It's a linking of spirits on a level that humankind just doesn't
understand. You know, there's fucking for fun, and there's fucking
for love. You and Walt could fuck every bear standing and it wouldn't
touch what you two have." Vic chuckled and swatted Mitch's butt.
"And in case you hadn't noticed, werebears are perpetually
horny." They both laughed and Vic gave Mitch's thick erection a
squeeze. Mitch moaned.
"See
what I mean? Always listen to your body, son."
"I've
been meaning to ask you something. I've asked Walt about it, but he
didn't give too much detail." Mitch said.
"What's
that, son?"
"How
did you and Walt get together? He said it was in his freshman year in
college and that you and he just did it... I kind of want to know how
you two became a couple." Mitch felt he was skating around an
issue.
Vic
laughed, "He's been kind of stingy with details, eh?"
"Yeah."
"Well,
that's understandable. See, your Papa kinda took advantage of your
ol' grandpa. Not that I really blame him, he was overwhelmed by his
senses and instinct and I was pretty tanked when it happened."
Vic smiled.
"'Took
advantage, how?"
"Well,
he was going to Fresno State, athletic scholarship, football. I'm
tellin' you he had one fine manly figure for a kid of only nineteen,
some nice muscle and a good bit of fur on his chest, but a Coach
doesn't sleep with his students… at least not for a couple of years
after they've graduated."
He
tussled Mitch's hair like Mitch was eight years old and continued
with the story.
"He
was on summer break and so was I. He came by my house and he had a
case of beer with him. I'd had some bad news about one of my cubs
back east. We're tough, but we can
be killed; I'd heard that Silas was killed in a head-on collision.
Poor Silas, he was my first cub, and I still miss him. Anyway, I had
finished off a whole case of beer by myself and half a bottle of
whiskey by the time your Papa got to my place. I answered the door
half-naked, just a pair of shorts and sandals, hadn't been shaving
because it was summer break. I must'a been a sight, and your Papa's
eyes almost bulged out as far as his cock did lookin' at me.
Somewhere it registered in my booze soaked brain that I could smell
his desire, but the thought left as soon as it arrived. I was full of
grief and feelin' pretty bad and tried to turn him away, but he
insisted. I blurted out that I wanted to be left alone because my son
had died,. He didn't even know I had a son, he said. He said he'd
always considered me to be sort of his 'spiritual father'. He said he
couldn't leave me alone, not like that. You're Papa is something
special, you know.”
Mitch
squeezed Vic's shoulder and said, “I know.”
“So,
drunk as I was, I said 'what the hell' and invited him in. He sat and
drank with me. I downed half his case and passed out on the couch.
The next thing I know, I'm awake, really horny and just about to
shoot. I'm still drunk off my butt and your Papa's got his mouth on
my cock and his finger up my butt. He's drunk, I'm drunk, and I'm
trying to push him away before I shoot. I guess I made him lose his
balance. He was crouching, not kneeling, and I guess his socks on the
hardwood floor lost traction. Anyway, he sorta fell forward onto the
couch. My cock gets buried to the hilt in his throat, his fingers
pull out, tickling my love nut and it's all over! I gush straight
down this throat. He sucks down every drop he can get. A minute or
two later, when I had a chance to process what had just happened and
the implications of it I start bawling for him and what I'd done and
thinking about Silas and all.”
“Of
course, He thought I was mad at him for suckin' on my cock, and he's
all sorry that he took advantage, but he's saying he couldn't help
himself, my cock was hanging out the bottom of my shorts and I just
smelled so good and the next thing he knows he's playing with it and
then tasting it.”
“So
now, on top of losing a son, I've got a new one who's life is gonna
get a whole lot more interesting really quick. 'Course, I had to tell
him what was going to happen to him then. He had to quit school,
would have to start at another under a new ID and not in athletics
when he did. He 'disappeared'; no note to his folks, nothin'; had to
be that way. I quit my job at your high school and moved away with
Walt and the rest, as they say, is history. Not
exactly like I hadn't had to do that before... disappear and start
over, I mean."
"So,
why do you think Walt was sketchy on the details?" Mitch asked
"Oh,
I think he's a bit embarrassed. See, he's been really careful about
who he shares seed with since and here Moose has been changed in a
similar way to him, and with his seed. I mean, I know
it wasn't his fault, but maybe he's just a bit sensitive about it; I
dunno. The parallels between how Walt was changed and how Moose was
changed are really close in a way, a deep desire to take a particular
man's seed into his body, without the 'knowledge' of the one giving
it. And your papa's first change wasn't easy either, not exactly like
Moose, but still... he went more than a little wild. Real hard time
learning control. You know that part of the story, of course.”
“Now,
I've told you because you asked me my side of it and I feel you have
a right to know, but it doesn't mean you have to talk to him about
it. Let him tell you in his own time… know what I mean?" Vic
gave him a gentle kiss and then stood back. "Now, how about we
get down to some good old fashioned bearsex?
Mitch
smiled broadly and growled as he changed to half form. He had
developed a taste for playing in this transitional form. He liked the
animal feelings he had, and the enhanced senses and strength it gave
him. Vic obligingly changed along with him. They could talk easily in
this shape as well as use their hands; and yet looked more ursine
than human. Their cocks slid from furry sheaths and blunt flattened
tips dripped precum.
"Aw,
fuck, man. I got an itch and I can't quite reach to scratch it. Think
you could help out with that?" Vic lay on his back and lifted
his legs, parting his ass cheeks with thick hairy paws.
Mitch
all but drooled as he eyed the pinkish pucker, matted with dense,
darker blond swirls of hair. It was obvious that he was listening to
his body. His erection pounded back to fullness and he snugged up
against Vic's warm ass, placing his rigid meat tight against Vic's
waiting hole.
"Gee,
Coach... should we be doing this?" Mitch said, a wicked gleam in
his eye.
"It's
fifty push-ups right now if you don't," the blond bear growled.
"Yes,
SIR!" Mitch barked, and drove his fuck-pole home in one swift
stroke. Vic's eyes opened wide as Mitch penetrated him, and then he
sighed.
"Oh,
yeah... that's it. Just...
what...
I... needed."
Mitch
worked his swollen meat in and out of Vic's butt, making each stroke
count for them both. Long and slow, then quicker; almost all the way
out, then back in deep with a wiggle of his hips as he bottomed out
each time. He savored each stroke, concentrating on the feel of his
cock in the coach's ass, feeling each inch of the inside of the older
bear's tunnel, shivering each time his ridge cleared the muscle ring
and plunged back in. He watched his cock slide out, dragging some of
Vic's butt fur along with it, the long dark blond strands sticking to
his skin as he pushed back in. Finally, unable to last any longer, he
began to jackhammer Vic.
"Gonna
fucking shoot, gonna fill your blond ass, man!" In half form,
his fur was darker than Vic's, and his body, though larger than his
normal human form, was slightly smaller than the coach's. The
firelight made both their pelts glow. Mitch's butt muscles bunched as
his hips rotated forward, driving his cock in as deep as he could
manage.
The
three bears, Walt, Moose, and Rusty, came in from the kitchen,
brushing the last flakes of snow from their clothes. Walt spoke
first.
"Now,
don't my cub look like a prime stud? Lookit him go!" His voice
showed the pride he felt.
"What
are we waitin' for?" Moose said, shedding his pants and sweater,
his thick furry body slightly damp with sweat. Rusty and Walt weren't
far behind. Mitch's growls got louder and louder as he shot, and Vic
joined him, his deeper voice adding to the happy noise as he shot a
heavy load on his own chest and belly.
Walt
dropped to all fours and lapped up his Papa's cum, then kissed first
Mitch, then Vic, sharing some of the cream with each. Mitch moved
off, and Walt's hard cock slapped up against his belly as it dragged
across Vic's thigh. He positioned himself, straddling the coach's
torso. “Lift,” he growled.
Vic
lifted his legs onto Walt's furry shoulders with a grin. Vic growled,
“So now you're tellin' the old man what do do, eh?” Further
comment was cut short by Walt's hard on sliding deep into werebear
ass slicked with werebear cum. Balls-deep, he pressed hard against
Vic's ass, and then began to jackhammer, pounding Vic's thickly
furred butt, now slick with Mitch's cum and his own sweat. Intent on
fucking his papa, Walt hadn't changed to half form before mounting,
but his human sized cock was still doing a number on the half-formed
bear under him. He gripped the shaggy shoulders and held on tight as
he shouted and began to pump his seed into his papa bear. As his body
shuddered and bucked, Mitch put a hairy ursine paw on his back,
stroking and holding him while he shot. When Walt slowed and finally
pulled out, Mitch pulled him over on top of himself as he lay down.
They embraced and tongue wrestled for a good long time.
Moose
and Rusty stood and watched the intense scene, both erect and
drooling. Vic looked at the big man and said, “Moose, why don't you
change and log some bear time in my ass?” Moose looked delighted,
but then his face clouded and he turned towards his smaller lover.
Before he could form the question, Rusty nudged him towards the
coach.
“Go
ahead, Norman. I love to see you as a bear. Besides, when I change, I
guarantee you'll be the first bear in my ass!" Moose eagerly
stepped up to the plate. He began to change into full ursine form,
this time having an easier time of it. Rusty was slowly jacking him
while he made his change, whispering encouragement to him. Once Vic
saw that Moose was successfully making his change, he completed his
own to full werebear form and was ready for Moose when he finished.
Moose
towered over the supine bear, panting, snuffling and growling. In
Rusty's eyes, he was an awesome Bear God; and in fact, Moose was an
impressive grizzly, tall and broad, thickly muscled and covered in a
glossy reddish brown pelt of surprisingly soft fur. He put his great
ursine head down and lapped at Vic's densely furred ball sac, tasting
the seed that had trickled down from the huge shaft. He gently
mouthed each orb, then trying, but failing, to get both in his mouth
at once. He ran his rough tongue up and down the shaft of Vic's cock,
snuffling in the warm spicy skin and fur of the sheath. Taking the
flattened tip in his mouth, he worked his way dawn the shaft then up
again, curling his long bear tongue around the shaft as he did so. He
placed a paw against Vic's balls and pressed lightly while he worked
his meat. Vic growled and grunted in satisfaction, and then raised
his heavy legs up and onto Moose's shoulders. Moose nodded and
hunched forward.
In
full were form now, the loud growls and grunts told Moose's ears that
Vic wanted it hard and fast, for him to plow instead of thinking.
Moose did so, thrusting home, sheathing his meat in the slick warm
cave of Vic's butt in one strong stroke. He threw back his head and
roared as his balls slapped against Vic's. He pushed forward, trying
to get more of himself into the coach, and scooted the big bear a
ways across the floor in the process. The other bears gave the ursine
equivalents of chuckles, and Rusty laughed out loud.
The
slick warmth of the coach's insides enveloped Moose's cock. He
whined, and drove himself forward, intent on fucking the bear under
him into next week. He growled louder and louder as Vic thrashed
beneath him, loving every minute of it. This was no lazy fuck, this
was urgent bear breeding. Moose's chocolate brown eyes lost their
focus as he drove towards his climax. He pumped faster and faster,
his balls slapping against Vic's and sweat dripped off his fur. A
triumphant roar shattered the air as a torrent of his seed gushed
into the coach's bowels.
Vic
moaned and groaned, his ass awash with the seed of three of his
family. The look on his expressive bear face spoke of happiness and
satisfaction.
Rusty
was so turned on by seeing his lover fucking that he all but shot a
hands-free load. As he trembled with excitement, his cock bobbing and
jerking with his rapid heartbeat, Mitch and Walt looked up at him,
then at each other. They both smiled and nodded, and scrambled to
their feet. Both were still in half-form when they embraced Rusty and
hugged him tight, their glossy fur and heavy bodies pressing against
him. The smaller man's skin was alive with the feel of thick bear fur
and his head spun with the intoxicating scent of bear cum that clung
to the two bears hugging him tight. Rusty uttered a cross between a
moan and a yelp and soaked his friends with his ejaculation. As the
second and third heavy spurts slicked them, they squeezed and kissed
the soon-to-be were telling him how proud they were of him and what a
big bear he was becoming. They guided him to the floor and formed a
tangled mass with Moose and Vic, lying exhausted. Rusty snuggled down
in the bear pile, cuddling with his new-found family. A nap was
definitely in order after all the exertion. Considering how warm and
comfortable as they all were, sleeping on the thick rug on floor for
the night was not unreasonable. Rusty was indeed comfortable enough
lying in the arms of his well-padded lover.
Soon,
Rusty was dreaming… he was in a forest. He was naked. He looked
over his body and noticed there was much more hair on him than he
ever remembered having, platinum blond hair mixed with his usual
red-gold. Before him was a huge white bear of a similar color. The
bear chuffed and stood on his hind legs. He regarded Rusty and roared
thunderously. He swiped at Rusty with claws that seemed to be
unnaturally long, but still missed. Rusty turned, running as fast as
his legs could carry him and heard the bear roar again behind him as
the chase began. Rusty twitched in his sleep and Moose drew him
closer to his body as they slept.
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