Chapter 17
Brian's visits home from college were regular, and a joy to all concerned. When he left them to return to Humboldt after the winter break, Moose turned to Rusty and said, “He's turned into a fine man, hasn't he? He’s keeping up with his exercise routine, too; and damn me but he's hot! ”
Rusty
poked his lover in the belly. “Due largely to your influence and
work, love.”
“Both
of us, you mean. Don't forget, it was your idea to bring him inside
and feed him.” They both smiled and went about their day's
business.
A
few weeks later, with the help of the information Rusty and Moose had
ferreted out at Boris' request, and the financial backing of Boris
and his bear financial friends, the firm of Behr, Lyons, and Stagg
had completed the purchase of Valmer, Jefferson, Wyeth, Upton and
Fipps and all its assets, and had assumed the now-extinct firm's
liabilities. Valmer had purchased some of the properties outright
and held them in his own name. Those were taken by the state as
criminal gains, to be sold off or returned to those he had cheated.
Some of the properties had been obtained by Valmer acting as the law
firm itself, by corrupt but apparently legal means; and those went
with the firm. Behr, Lyons, and Stagg quietly made generous offers
of either compensation or the outright return of the properties to
those Valmer had swindled in the name of his firm. Those with pending
lawsuits, triggered by Valmer's conviction, were offered out of court
settlements that either restored their business properties or offered
compensation for the loss of their businesses. After some hesitation
and doubt, all but one suitor accepted. The whole process took
nearly a year. The one remaining partner, Fipps, was given the
chance to retire gracefully after a few months. He did so, and moved
to the Bahamas.
Simultaneously
with all this, the new law firm had several meetings with Moose,
Rusty and, later, Brian, who on a visit back in Wolverton argued
passionately in favor of re-establishing the shelter, even expanding
it. Finally, the firm let it be known to the charity that ran the
shelter that Behr, Lyons, and Stagg wished to assist in the
rebuilding of the shelter, and offered their services pro bono. “Our
home office in Seattle has always been involved in the community, and
they expect us to be, as well. Our intention is to be here in
Wolverton for a long time. We want to be good neighbors,” Larry
Lyons had said to the City Council. Privately, to Moose and Rusty,
he said, “This is, in part, a strategic move. Boris always thinks
ahead, and with my having to move, we are accomplishing two things at
once. A new place for me, and another place in the northwest where
bears can come for legal advice and help relocating when that becomes
necessary. It's best to spread these 'facilities' out some, we were
beginning to attract some notice due to all the big, hairy clients!”
Rusty and Moose had laughed at that, but recognized the wisdom of
the strategy.
Since
the two most recently elected city council members had found it
prudent to resign with the arrest of Valmer and the ensuing
investigation, new elections were to be held, and that boded well for
permitting the new shelter. Temporary accommodations had been found
for the surviving shelter residents, some in a neighboring town,
until the new shelter was finished. It was a very happy day when the
city council voted to approve the required environmental report and
move ahead with the shelter project.
Rusty
bounced into the physical therapy side of the building that had
become the center of their lives. “Look at this, Norman!”
he said, waving the newspaper in front of his mate's bearded face.
Moose
chuckled. “I can't read it unless you hold it still.” Rusty
handed the paper to the bigger man but continued to babble out the
story on the front page.
“It
says that the new city council approved the environmental report and
has given final OK for the new shelter and outreach center! They've
instructed the planning department to give the OK to solicit bids on
the contract. It's finally going to happen!” The smaller bear was
vibrating with happiness. “Something really good is going to come
out of all that evil and badness... finally!”
Moose
continued to read the article, a smile growing on his handsome face.
He finally put the paper down and swept up his lover in his arms and
gave him a huge bear hug and a prolonged smooch. “And I think I
know just the building crew to do the work!”
Later
that evening, after supper, the two bears were lounging naked on the
couch, Moose noodling on his laptop, Rusty reading a book. “There.
I've sent a note to Ron about the new shelter and center, with the
link for them to submit a bid on the contract.” Moose closed the
laptop's lid with a click. “I think it would be cool if the Bear
Crew got the contract, don't you? We could, umm, 'entertain' them
after work, like a bed and breakfast sorta thing… or den and
dinner.” Moose smiled widely at his turn of words. He peered over
his glasses at Rusty.
Rusty
peered back at Moose with a slow smile. “You mean 'feed and fuck',
don't you?”
Moose
rubbed his nose. “Well, yeah... I guess I do; you up for that?”
“Oh,
hell, yeah!” Rusty closed his book and reached over to rub his
lover's thick thigh. “But now, bedtime? I've hit the wall here, I
think.”
“Hey!
Do you suppose the guys could stick around awhile after and we could
all go out to meet Josephus?”
“Norman,
sweetheart, love of my life… you’re putting the cart before the
horse, we don’t even know if they’ll get the contract.” Rusty
smiled; Norman could be excitable and it was really charming most of
the time.
Moose
grinned, “Yeah, I guess I am. But I still think it's a good idea!”
Moose got up, held out a paw for Rusty, and helped his mate up from
the couch. They stood and looked at each other, then slowly hugged.
“I love you so much, you big lug,” Rusty murmured into Moose's
thick chest fur. They padded off to the bedroom together.
They
did not make love that evening, preferring to simply say in full
human form and kiss deeply and repeatedly, and cuddle close, inhaling
each other’s scent and feeling the thick layer of fat that overlay
dense muscle underneath. They laughed a bit at each other’s' rigid
cocks but still felt completely satisfied with the tight hugs and
caressing paws. As their penises slowly deflated and relaxed, they
drifted off to sleep, smiles on both their faces.
Later
in the night, while Moose slept soundly, his regular deep breaths
audible as he lay on his side, Rusty
whimpered, turning his head back and forth.
'No!
No!' he muttered, mumbling in his sleep. It was the same dream from
his youth, the one that had haunted his high school and college
years, but now came only on the rarest of occasions.
The
thick, heavy cock swung in his face, the thick foreskin only
half-concealing the bulbous tip, the faceless man taller than him,
and not just because Rusty was being made to kneel. Everyone was
taller than him. 'Go on.... lick it. You know you want to, faggot!
Just the tip, LITTLE man! See how BIG it is, you hairy little fag?'
You can't get the whole thing in your mouth, can you? CAN YOU, BOY?'
The faceless brute gripped the shaft and shook the thing in Rusty's
face, then slapped his cheeks and nose with it, his voice mocking.
'THAT’S a MAN’S cock. That's a REAL baby maker, not like that
tiny thing you've got, boy!'
Rusty turned his head away, his ruddy face turning a deeper red.
'Awww, lookit that. The little boy's all blushing. Hell, he's
almost as red as my monster cock!' He pointed down at Rusty's penis.
'SEE? His is all tiny and cute and pink... almost like a girl's
thingie.' The brute's voice turned to disgust. 'Hell, my little
brother's prick is bigger than that, and he's only 11!' He pushed
Rusty over and aimed a kick at his backside.
Rusty
jerked awake, eyes wide and breath rasping, sweating from fear and
the exertion of his dream struggle. His hands involuntarily reached
down and felt the warm bulk of his equipment. His own warm, bearish
cock and furry balls, heavy and thick now. His! A slow smile stole
across his face in the soft darkness of the bedroom. He rolled over
and pressed close to the thick fur on Moose's back, the air from his
nostrils ruffling the auburn strands. 'I'm not so small anymore,
now, am I?' directing the thought to his dream assailant. 'Besides,
I've got something you'll never have… someone who loves me: loves
my cock and my body and my fur...all of me!
Loved me before, and loves me now!' He extended his arm out and
across Moose's side. The big bear grunted and the rhythm of his
breathing altered. Moose slept on, but reached a paw out and took
Rusty's in his own, pulling him close, as if he were pulling a
blanket up for more warmth and comfort. His light snores returned to
their quiet, placid rhythm
'All
I ever wanted was someone to love me for me,
for what I was, even if that was gay, fat, and hairy,' he thought as
he felt the steady rise and fall of Moose's side under his arm,
'someone I could be with for the rest of my life.'
For
the first time since that night of savage, bruising sex that Moose
had inflicted on him, sex for the sheer lustful, animal need to
breed; Rusty truly
understood – heart, belly and mind – the principal aspect of what
weredom meant for him and Moose. Reflecting, Rusty thought it must
have been something Moose had understood as soon as he was aware of
what they were becoming and what it meant. It explained why Moose
had had that goofy look on his face, and his casual acceptance of
such a profound life changing event. Rusty’s revelation warmed him
and the feeling of deep peace and contentment it brought swelled
until he thought he would burst; starting deep in his gut, it
radiating outwards, suffusing his whole being.
“I
can spend my life with you, my love,” he whispered. “my whole
life! And that will be a long time... a long, LONG time.” He
nuzzled his face in the middle of Moose’s furry back... gods, but
he smelled good! The larger bear grunted again contentedly in his
sleep. Rusty swirled his soft beard a couple of times in the middle
of his husband’s back, soaking it with his lover’s scent and,
comforted, yawned and drifted off again; this time to pleasant dreams
of bears and love and eternity.
THE
END
(A
note to our readers: We wish to acknowledge a long-standing debt of
gratitude to our friend, LJ's very own Designer Otter, whose
perceptive comments on our fiction have helped us both in the
development of our characters. For this specific story, we'd like to
thank two other friends for technical assistance... a waggle of our
paws to Mike and to John.
We
have been asked if our characters are modeled on real people.
Authors are always influenced by their life experiences, but none of
our characters are stand-ins for real persons. The fiction we write
is just that, pure fiction; though, inevitably, some bits and pieces of our actual lives do find their way into the stories.
A
final note: in these stories, the characters do not practice safe
sex. In our fantasy, such precautions between werebears are not
necessary, but in the real world, they most definitely are. Enjoy the
fantasy, but play safe in the real world.)
Behr,Lyons,and Stagg undoing the harm done by their predecessor law firm,is a gratifying tie-up of loose ends----it's the kind of thing that needs to happen more often in real life. Thanks,guys,for all of the long hours of hard work (mixed with ample creativity!),to produce another fine story worth reading again,and again.
ReplyDeleteGreat story, I'm kinda sad to see the end of this story.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE YOUR CREATIVE SEXY MINDS!!!!!! GREAT WORK!!!!! I hope to read more adventures of your were-bears :-0). You can't fake the contentment, freedom, love, eroticism, hottttttt sex and the joy to be in the moment with a lover both physical and emotional. Jokingly you said this was porn and I laughed. This is a work of art and porn is just too small a word even in jest to give a proper adjective of your collective prose. I am not gay and you do not have to be gay to appreciate love in all forms and the want for a future where we all can freely be who we are meant to be. I am in awe of writers that make a reader feel like they have grown. Your characters have all grown in some way since we first met them and I can only hope your characters move you to continually inform us of their life's escapades. This blog is one of my favorites. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThanks, guys, for another wonderful look at and into some wonderful friends' lives.
ReplyDeleteas has been stated in the past, it is wonderful to catch up on the lives and happenings of some of our favourite friends. Please keep us informed on what is happening to our friends in the Brown Bear coffee house and please don't make it all that long before we see them again.
Your Friend,
Darryl
Thank you all for your kind comments... it's always nice to hear that people enjoy not only the sex scenes but also the characters themselves. Cira, we are especially pleased that a straight person 'gets it'... that love and lust can be compatible, and that commitment and steadfastness and profound love are not the solely found in the the hetero world. In our own way, our joint stories strive to show that. Our solo works often work through that theme as well. When it comes down to it, sexual orientation is rather a small part of who we are as people. It's important, of course; but it's not the totality of our being.
ReplyDeleteThanks again for taking the time to comment!
I know I'm late to the party and lose count of how many times I have read the story, but thank you. Your stories are absolutely amazing, wonderful characters and well, of course, the very hot sex scenes. They definitely brought smiles on my face, and to be honest, some tears too at the last chapters. Again, thank you and my best wishes to you. Looking forward for more.
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
Son.