This story is based on
one I originally read called 'Jack Meets A Wolf', written by Swamp
Rat. It was very good and prompted me to write my variation on that
theme. Permission to post this has been given by the author of the
original story. Many thanks for permission to do this!
Met
By Moonlight
By Papa Werebear (writing as Bjorn Torson)
The six of them had come
up here, some 200 miles away from home: four young men and Rick and
Jeff's dads. The young men ranged in age between 16 (for Jeff) and
'just turned 17' for Jack. Mr. Munsen, Jeff's dad, owned 10 acres of
forested land up in the foothills with a large log cabin on it. There
were four bedrooms and both the fathers, Mr. Munsen and Mr. Norris
(Greg's dad), had their sons set up in the same rooms with them. The
two older 'kids', Jack and Bobby, were both 18, and would get their
own rooms because they needed… privacy.
Mr. Munsen winked a pale
blue eye at Jack as he puffed on his cigar. Jack blushed. Jack liked
Mr. Munsen a lot. The other 'kids' laughed, and Jack thought it was
more out of embarrassment for themselves than at him. The four of
them had been friends since junior high.
Camping, fishing and
learning about the outdoors was the official excuse they gave to all
their mothers, but Mr. Munsen and Mr. Norris let the 'kids' in on a
secret. This vacation was about not having to pick up your clothes,
not having to shower if you didn't want to, learning how to play
poker and not worrying about using cuss words. Further, nobody was
going to have to shave. The two men laughed at the look that they had
gotten in return for that statement, since neither of them shaved
that often. Mr. Munsen sighed with relief and scratched at his thick
red-blond beard, "Good thing we don't, 'cause I sure don't look
forward to shaving. See what a few of days away from a razor 'ill do
for you boys?" He said in his deep bass voice. They all laughed.
Mr. Munsen had grown up in the south and his slow soft southern
accent was a complement to his rich voice.
Jeff Munsen was taking
after his father quickly. At 16, he was already shaving regularly and
had a lot of soft blond stubble after just a couple of days. Jeff was
the only one of the young men that shaved every morning. By 25, he’d
probably be shaving twice a day or he’d grow a beard like his dad
and be done with it. Further, Jeff had the most hair on his chest of
all of them. By comparison, Jack at 17 still only shaved once every
three days and only had a spring or two of light colored chest hair,
mostly between his pecs.
Greg asked about the
beer that had been brought along, some 10 cases or so. They were told
that each of them could have a can a night before bed maybe two.
However, if any of them got falling down drunk from drinking more
than he was supposed to, there would be no beer for any of them. Mr.
Munsen said this was to be five whole weeks of guy stuff, just like
he and his dad had had when he was a boy. There was that word again,
Jack thought. They were almost men and the adults were calling them
'boys'. The only strict rules were that they had to be in the cabin
after full dark and they were not to wander out of ear shot without
one of the men along. Other than that, it was do what you want as
long as it was not overtly dangerous.
They were up here as
sort of an initiation into manhood, Jack thought. Still, Jack was
rather excited about it all, even with the restrictions. Jack had
always loved the night: its unseen sounds, its scents and the play of
the shadows. Shortly after arriving at the cabin, he began to sneak
out, late at night when the others had gone to sleep. He just
couldn't stay inside after dark.
Now, at midnight by his
watch, he was walking along a moonlit path, enjoying the cool summer
night. He had slipped out silently; though the rest of them were all
rather sound sleepers, he thought it best to be cautious. Mr. Munsen
was a good man, but very strict and still thought of them all as
kids. He was in his late forties and Jack rather imagined that he'd
forgotten what it was like to be a young man. Perhaps, as he had said
to them all, 'he knew all too well the kinda mischief a young man can
get hisself into.'
And Mr. Munsen had
mentioned bears in the woods repeatedly (or ‘Bars’ as it came out
with his accent), but Jack knew that there hadn't been a bear in this
part of the state in fifty years. Despite what Mr. Munsen had said
about seeing one walking around in the woods, he'd checked online
with the local game warden and was assured that there weren't any
bears. “There are plenty of deer in these hills, some occasional
wild boars and even a cougar or two," the warden had said in his
e-mail. Jack had decided that bears were only a kind of 'boogie men'
that adults conjured up to scare summer camp kids. Jack felt he was
almost a man, even if not legally; he didn't need to be treated like
a kid. Frankly, the 'bear scare' insulted his intelligence, but he
didn't protest, because Mr. Munsen really was nice and really did
seem to be concerned.
A light breeze blew
through the leaves of the forest and Jack knew he should be returning
to camp. Mr. Norris would get up like clockwork and check them all
somewhere around 3 or 3:30am. If he didn't find every one of them in
their beds, unless they had gotten up to use the outhouse, they would
all be under lock and key. Jack shook his head at the ways of adults,
but couldn't help but linger for just a few minutes more in this
magical nocturnal wood.
Something in the woods
snapped a twig. No, the sound was different from a twig. This sounded
more like a small branch, maybe an inch and a half thick or so. Jack
turned and peered up the silvery path. Nothing there; must have been
a deer, cougars don't make that much noise when they're stalking. If
a cougar were stalking him, he'd probably never know it. Jack was
just a bit frightened. What if what he heard was
a bear out there in the woods?
Nonsense! He scanned the
clearing just up ahead, a buck was feeding on the grass near the
large rock Jack liked to sit on. His antlers had just started to
sprout. Jack could tell the buck was young, he wasn't as big as an
older male would be. The buck must have caught Jack's scent, because
he suddenly darted off through the trees in the opposite direction
from Jack. Jack laughed to himself. All that worry over a deer! He
entered the clearing and sat on the rock overlooking the lake. He sat
for thirty minutes or so, gazing out at the water and the full moon
reflected on its surface. As much as he would have liked to stay
longer, Jack knew he would be missed if he weren't back in bed soon.
It wasn't that far back to the cabin. Though Mr. Norris was a deep
sleeper, Jack suspected that his regularity in checking the beds was
due to a watch alarm. The guy who owned the property adjoining the
camp might get pissed if he saw him here on his land, but he imagined
that he was fast asleep in his own bed. The night belonged to Jack.
He wondered how many others wandered in the still of the night and
felt as he did about it.
He’d seen the owner of
the property on which he was trespassing a few times when he’d gone
down with Mr. Norris to get some snacks at the little market in what
passed for a town up here. He saw the guy coming out of the market,
cussing and growling about something while loading a pickup full of
food. He must have been 6 ½ feet of walking fur and muscle. The man
was a mountain. He definitely didn’t want that guy pissed at him.
He'd also met him a couple of days ago when he was out by the lake.
He pulled up next to Jack, rowing his small boat up next to the boat
launch Jack was sitting on. He had warned Jack about being on his
land. He said he liked his privacy and didn't want to have people
wandering around where they weren't supposed to be. And he had warned
Jack about bears, too. The latter warning was, once again, the
standard adult scare tactic. Jack did stay clear of the big man's
land during the day, but if he were on his land in the middle of the
night, who would know?
Jack remembered that the
giant wore a pair of overalls and no shirt both times he had seen
him. He had a huge, thick black beard shot with silver that was
neatly trimmed and braided into two braids. The mustache was braided
into the beard and it forked on either side of his chin. The braids
hung down to his chest. It was unusual, not many men had beards thick
or long enough to braid and it made Jack hard just thinking about it.
He also remembered that there was silver shot fur all over his
barreled chest and back. His brawny arms and thick neck were covered
similarly with fur of the same colors. He had a slight beer belly,
but that only served to make him look more powerful, not soft. Jack
had never seen the like and thought the man must have thick fur all
OVER his body.
Even Mr. Munsen wasn't
THAT furry. Mr. Munsen had a thick beard, but it didn't grow up to
just below his eyes, like the giant's beard did, and he kept it
trimmed short enough so that he certainly couldn't braid it. When Mr.
Munsen had taken off his shirt the time he and Jack were chopping
wood for a bonfire, he’d noticed just how much fur Mr. Munsen had.
He had a fair amount of muscle too and he had a very furry chest and
back. and his arms were covered from shoulder to the backs of his
hands; but he was not nearly as furry as the giant was.
The big man really
looked tough, especially with his teeth clenched on that big ol’
fat cigar that he was puffing as he cussed. The guy seemed grumpy on
each of the times Jack had seen him. At the store as he passed him in
the aisle, Jack had caught a glare from his hard green-gray eyes. The
look filled Jack with fear and something else he couldn’t describe,
something that made his spine tingle pleasantly, even under the his
cold stare and fixed frown. Jack NEVER wanted to be the reason for
one of his foul moods, but the giant had also stirred something else
in him. Something was awakening within Jack, he didn't know what it
was, but it woke him in the middle of the night sometimes. He felt a
vague longing that nagged at his dreams, a discontent he didn’t
know how to satisfy. He’d hoped he could work it out, find what he
yearned for here, alone in the woods.
He had been coming here
for a week to this place by the lake and he had it down to a precise
routine. He'd leave at about 1am, visit the outhouse on the way back
in just in the event that Mr. Norris checked early, and climb into
bed around 2am or so. It was a quarter-past one now and he was on the
trail headed back. It was a good mile back to the cabin.
There was that noise
again, the breaking of a small branch, off to the side of the trail.
Whatever it was, was heavy enough to break what Jack guessed was a
closet dowel-sized branch. Jack froze at what the dappled moonlight
revealed. He saw eight or more feet of furry beast step out of the
woods about 10 yards in front of him on the path in the full
moonlight. It grinned a pointy-tooth grin that glittered coldly in
the pale light.
"Didn't nobody ever
tell you not to go out in the woods by yerself, boy? I bet SOMEONE
did an' you jus' wouldn't listen! Y’all do know what happens to
them that go a wanderin’ in the woods when the moon comes up, don’t
ya boy?…" Jack was frozen in terror. That thing just spoke!
It half growled/half
chuckled at the fear it could smell coming from Jack and continued in
that same southern drawl, "They get et by big hungry monsters,
is what!" The deep bass voice growl/chuckled and it sent a cold
chill down his spine. Jack's mind and body were paralyzed with
disbelief. He stood petrified, like the tales of the bird hypnotized
by the snake, as the thing lumbered easily towards him. "Yer
makin' this real easy on me, ain't you, boy? Maybe you WANT to get
et?" the beast said with an amused tone in its voice. Only when
it was close enough for Jack to see its eyes, its intelligent
eyes, did he stir to action. There was no thought, just movement. He
bolted just as the buck had when it caught wind of Jack.
Jack ran back up the
path toward the lake. He ran on automatic, taking in his obstacles
and avoiding them just fractions of seconds before stumbling over
them or crashing into them. 'This isn't real! I'm asleep on the rock
by the lake or in my bed,' his unhinged mind screamed, grasping for
logic in this very illogical situation. Still, it was happening, it
must be happening. Inevitably, he tripped and fell. His autopilot was
not foolproof. A massive hand-paw clasped itself onto his foot. Jack
would have screamed, but he was much too winded. No matter what he
tried, all he could manage were small squeaking sounds. Another
hand-paw grabbed the leg of his shorts. Jack wriggled violently and
freed the leg. He jerked forward, just as the thing tugged on his
shorts and they came off. He was in just his underwear, but for a
precious moment, Jack was free from its grasp and that was all he
needed. Jack ran, as he looked over his shoulder at the monster with
a paw full of shorts and it was growl/chuckling again.
"Bedder run boy!"
it bellowed in that deep bass voice, "Or this here big ol’
Bubba’s gonna’ get you. Run fast boy, it makes you taste real
good. But don't you worry none, boy, when yer all tuckered out…
I'll find ya." This time it laughed. An oddly eerie sound when
coming from a muzzle.
The boy ran until he
could not run anymore, he rested for brief seconds and ran again,
panting heavily. He felt the beast knew he was almost spent. He felt
the beast was taking its time in hunting him down, savoring the hunt
itself. It was an unnatural creature beyond belief.
Now he stood, bent over,
hands on knees, breathing hard behind a large tree hoping to hide.
His stomach was knotted with fear. His shirt stuck to his sweaty
body. His mind turned the puzzle over and over. What the hell was
that thing? Some genetic experiment; a super soldier that had escaped
from a military base? Some creature like Bigfoot? A werewolf? A
hungry alien life-form, that had learned English by watching old
'Dukes of Hazzard' broadcasts it had received while scanning the
radio waves from earth? No, none of that was real, none of that was
logical, none of that could be! And yet, it was out there, stalking
him. The beast WAS real.
Then, while he was
crouched down, still breathing hard and peering down the path for any
sign of the beast, those large furry paws grabbed his torso from
behind, just underneath his arm pits. Jack found himself lifted in
the air, unable to even open his mouth. Paralyzed with fear and
exhaustion, he could only wait, helpless. It pinned Jack against the
tree and while one paw held him easily by the grip under his left arm
and with the support of the tree, the other paw leisurely wandered
over his body. It removed his briefs and felt him up through the
soaked shirt. Something warm, hard and slimy-wet rubbed itself
against the small of his back and ran down one butt-cheek, leaving a
sticky trail. 'What the Hell!' thought Jack, 'if it is going to kill
me, why not get on with it!' Jack didn’t know that this creature
had other plans.
The beast lowered him to
the ground with the one paw under his arm and a tight grip on his
neck with the other. It gently pushed him to the ground and then it
lay on top of the weakly squirming teen. Jack's back was against the
beast's belly. The musk of the beast was strong and enveloped him and
the scent gave him that spine tingling feeling he had felt in the
store when he caught the scent of the giant as he passed him in the
aisle. That same tingling feeling he also felt in the presence of Mr.
Munsen after he'd just finished chopping wood. The sweaty male smell
was nudging that sleeping part of him. He felt the beast's furry body
press against his back and something pointed rubbed back and forth in
the valley of his buttocks, leaving that slimy-wet feeling between
his butt-cheeks. Jack realized what he hadn't before, the thing was
rubbing its dick in the crack of his butt.
Then, it growled softly
in Jack's ear, "If I'd a wanted you dead, I'd a torn you up the
first night you came to that clearing by the lake." Jack
trembled. "I know all yer secrets boy. I heard yer moanin, 'Put
it in me Mr. Munsen,' an’ 'Kiss me with that scruffy red beard,'
an' 'Oh, it's so big!" it said in imitation of Jack's higher
pitched voice. It rubbed its dick a little faster in his crack as it
said this and breathed the words hotly in his ear.
Jack went cold: this
creature had been watching him all those nights!
"Ain't that what
you said when you were jerking off on that rock, boy?" it softly
chuckled. Jack blushed in spite of the situation. "Yer ready for
a real man tonight, ain't you, son? Well, all men are beasts at
heart. Jus' so happens I'm jus' a bit more beast than man." The
creature was rubbing much faster now and Jack's crack had become very
slimy. "You like big furry males, don't you boy? Well, there's
none bigger an’ furrier than me an' as I'm sure you know by now, I
am VERY male."
Jack found himself
unexpectedly turned on by what the creature said. He didn't know if
it was because he was frightened. He didn't know if it was because
this beast had shared his jerk off sessions or if it was the scent of
the beast. He’d heard how men got erections just before going into
battle, perhaps this was similar. Perhaps it was all of those things.
He didn't know, but for one reason or another, Jack's cock was harder
now than it had ever been.
The monster quite
suddenly flipped Jack over and looked down at Jack's crotch. "I
see this big ol' furry body really DOES do somethin' for you after
all!" The creature moved closer and Jack looked down its massive
furry chest at its crotch. In the small amount of moonlight that came
through the leaves he could make out the shape of an enormous cock.
It was fully erect and from it hung a crystal string of thick fluid
that ran coldly up Jack's leg and glinted in the moonlight. "I
want you boy, an' I believe you want me, too. Yer checkin' me out to
see what I got. Well, I got a big ol' package I want to deliver,"
it said and with that the beast began rubbing its cock against Jack's
erection.
Jack oozed his own clear
fluid, as the beast's warm organ rubbed against his own. The beast
mixed his pre-cum with Jack’s. 'As strange and demented as it might
seem,' Jack thought, 'this animal is making me horny.' The beast's
cock slipped and slid over and around Jack's cock in a lubricant made
from their loins.
The creature was
grunting and looking into Jacks eyes. Its eyes were a light color,
gray or blue, Jack couldn't tell in the small amount of moonlight
that filtered through the canopy above. Suddenly, it pressed its
muzzle against Jack’s mouth and opened releasing its hot tongue. It
quickly invaded the young man's mouth. Jack found himself opening
wider to let the creature's tongue in; partly because he couldn’t
stop the invasion and partly because he wanted to be invaded. Below,
the beast was rubbing Jacks cock harder and faster with its own giant
organ. It broke the rough kiss and growled, "Let me in you, boy,
I need to be in you so bad! I’ve watched you an' wanted you for a
long time now. Open yourself to me."
'What? It was ASKING?'
The thought stunned Jack. He managed to ask softly, "You aren't
going to rape me?"
The creature
growl/chuckled again, still rubbing its cock against Jack's maleness,
breathing heavily, "If I could've tor' you up, whenever I
wanted, what makes you think I'd rape you now that I got you this
close? I wanted to run you down in the woods 'cause it wears you down
an' it turns me on, boy! Predator an' prey games make me horny, but I
won't rape you, boy… that is, 'less you want me to… but I'm
guessin' that wouldn't 'xactly be rape… now would it, boy?"
The beast's grin filled Jack with an excitement he'd never felt
before and its logic was impeccable.
Jack felt the tingle
grow all over his body. He realized this creature was offering him a
choice. The beast was rubbing himself on Jack and as he looked into
its eyes he thought of Mr. Munsen and how muscular and furry he was.
That was it, Jack came all over his own belly. "So boy, what’ll
it be? You can run on home now, no one will ever believe I exist, so
I’m not afraid of being discovered… but I think you want more
don’t you, son?"
"Yes!" Jack
grunted in the throes of his orgasm, "Fuck me! Do whatever you
want to me."
The beast growled a
deep, satisfied, growl. "There now, son, was that so hard? I
told you I knew yer deep secrets; yer dark ferbidd'n fantasies, yer
erotic nightmares… an' I'm more than happy to oblige by bein' yer
big evil brute." There was a pause and as Jack looked into the
creature's eyes, he thought he recognized who was behind them. Before
he could put words to his suspicions, the animal licked his face with
his warm tongue. Then, the beast lowered his head toward Jacks belly
and began lapping up Jack's semen. Occasionally the beast nipped Jack
lightly on the belly and nibbled on his nipples as he cleaned the
boy's seed off of his torso. This sent thrills through Jack that made
him writhe in pleasure from sensations he had never dreamed possible
and craved to the very core of his being.
The creature grunted in
his ear and spoke in a husky tone. Jack could sense the need in him,
his voice was full of it. "Now, I'm gonna do what ever I want
an' yer gonna like it! I'm gonna plough yer tight virgin ass an’
plant my beastly seed deep inside, where it will stay warm… an’
grow," the last part ended in a lustful, toothy grin. Then the
monster jerked him up and flipped him over so that Jack's rump was
nestled in the fur of the creature's belly. He raised Jack until Jack
was on the balls of its feet and his back sloped down toward the
ground. Jack was standing tip-toed, on all fours, with his palms
against the ground and his butt just beneath the monster's crotch. It
positioned itself and Jack felt the warm bulbous head at his anus,
smearing the hole with more slick pre-cum. The beast tested the hole
with its head and grunted in satisfaction.
Now, suddenly, both paws
grabbed Jack's hips and pulled the boy's ass back. In the space of
seconds, its mammoth cock was fully buried within him. Jack's butt
pressed into the furry groin and its hot furry balls rubbed his.
Jack's asshole burned and he cried out sharply in pain, but feeling
the sheer size and weight of those furry balls against his own sent
an unexpected thrill through his guts. Then the beast shoved forward,
pressing Jack's knees into the ground, putting him fully into the
"doggy" position. The beast's own huge furry inner thighs
caressed the outside of Jack's legs as it went to its hands and knees
over Jack and forced itself harder into his hole. Jack trembled in
pain and excitement, panting from the pain with tears streaming down
his cheeks. The pole sized cock inside of him was agony and yet he
knew he yearned for this, to be penetrated by a strong male.
The creature rested a
moment, chuckling deep and soft, enjoying the sensation of stretching
the boy out as it wriggled its hips and pushed its way around inside
of Jack. Jack felt the beast's cock grow even larger inside of him as
he did this. Then it growled softly in his ear, "I got you now,
son. I’ve popped your cherry an' now I’m gonna’ fuck your butt
real hard. An’ then this big ol’ Bubba’s gonna’ eat you, jus'
like I promised!" Jack felt terror, this creature was going to
eat him alive after all, but now he couldn't even run. It had him
pinned and it was inside of him. Then it yanked half the length of
its bloodied cock out, digging both sets of claws cruelly into the
boy's chest, its claws raking his nipples, but not breaking the skin.
It growled lustfully and slammed its rod back in to the hilt. Again
and again, its furry hips compressed his rear, a voice full of gravel
growled lust-filled obscenities into his ears and the boy’s mind
reeled at what was happening to his body, knowing he had asked for
this.
Its rhythm was driving
and strong. Its breathing was timed to the thrusts. Hot callused paws
roamed across the boy's body seeking out his erogenous zones with
precision. Though this had gone on for only a few minutes, Jack
thought he was going to die from the brutish fucking. It felt like he
was going to be split open. The pain was too great. However, he did
not die. He did not split open. His body quickly got used to the
furry intruder and accommodated the huge cock that had invaded him. A
new feeling began to grow within Jack… pleasure.
Conflicting sensations,
pain and pleasure, merged and then separated and merged again within
him. There was another feeling that was not physical. Deep within,
Jack felt something he'd never known before. It was indefinable, but
it was as if love, terror, satisfaction, sadness, contentment,
longing and joy were all wrapped up in the same feeling. He had no
name for it and when he tried to touch it, to identify it, it eluded
him. Jack was erect again and the beast sensed it. "That’s it
son, enjoy it while yer alive! I’ll even give you a reach around,
jus’ to show you I ain’t all bad."
A hot paw encircled his
cock and expertly masturbated the boy without a break in the beast's
own rhythm. The beast was
going to give him some pleasure before it killed him. Jack grunted in
pleasure, he couldn't believe it! He was truly enjoying this! 'And
why not?' he thought. 'If this is the last thing I feel before being
shredded and eaten, then why shouldn’t I get pleasure from it?'
The great beast suddenly
stopped just short of Jack shooting his load. The only movement it
was making was the heavy breathing and the twitching of its cock
inside of him. 'Why had he stopped short of orgasm?' he thought. Then
he realized the beast might be getting ready to kill him now. Jack
went cold. He twisted his head sideways, fear in his eyes. He looked
deeply into the creature's eyes as it moved its face to meet Jack's,
leaning on its pillared right arm more to accommodate the awkward
position. The creature grinned back at him, its eyes lit with the
fires of lust. The beast licked Jack’s open mouth and it was like
French kissing with a drooling dog. His tongue was wet with slobber.
Jack realized what he hadn’t before, that he tasted smoke on its
tongue. He pulled out of Jack and commanded, "Lay on your back,
son."
Jack was free. The beast
was on all fours, but Jack could scramble away. Instead, Jack
dutifully rolled over onto his back and spread his legs. He WANTED
that huge cock back inside of him. He WANTED to feel it fill his
guts. The animal growl/chuckled and swiftly penetrated the young man
again. Now, they were face to face. "Told ya I was gonna eat
you, didn’t I son! Well, I hope you’re good eatin’! You finger
lickin’ good boy?" The growl-chuckle rumbled.
'Great, his murderer had
a sense of humor and a sick one at that!' Jack thought cynically.
Jack didn't feel the ground, even though the monster forced his body
into the soft leafy soil with each thrust. Nor did he notice ten
claws digging deeply into his buttocks pulling his cheeks wider
apart. He was sure the beast would end his life soon, rip him in half
and eat him. Probably after it came inside of him.
Suddenly, there was a
rush of hot fluid inside of Jack, the beast roared out his orgasm and
Jack felt primal emotion run through his body, making him roar too.
The beast collapsed on Jack and he was enveloped in musky warm fur.
Its breathing was hard and it grunted and softly growled as the huge
cock inside of Jack began to deflate. It raised up on its elbows and
looked Jack in the eyes. "That was damned good, boy!" the
beast said, then it French kissed him again. In the next instant, the
beast pulled out of Jack. "So you felt it too, then," it
growled,"the Mating Bond?" He smiled a toothy smile and
Jack's heart leapt. He had mated with Jack, bonded with Jack in the
deepest possible way and Jack was… content.
Then, all of Jack's
thoughts stopped and his attention was abruptly focused on his own
cock. The creature began sucking and nibbling on his member in such
an enthusiastic way that Jack was sure he was going to be devoured,
starting with his groin. He didn't care, as long as he could have
this one last moment of intense pleasure. The young man spoke
incoherent nonsense, his eyes rolled back, his body went into spasms
of pleasure and he dug his fingers into the soil. This was the first
orgasm he had ever experienced with another person/being and it
electrified him. His cock pumped, his teeth ground and he did his
best to fill the huge sucking muzzle that had attached itself to his
cock with his young seed.
"Eat me. Eat it
all, you Beast!" he groaned as he filled the muzzle with his
cum. The creature took all Jack had to offer and pulled away from his
dick. The monster's huge cock swelled at Jack's change from passive
to aggressive, and he thrust it back in through the boy’s tortured
anus. Both Jack and the beast bucked, as more of the creature's cum
poured into the young man's body. Jack was close to fading out now.
The creature pressed its muzzle against Jacks open mouth in a hot wet
cum flavored kiss.
Jack broke the kiss and
looked into those all-too-human eyes and the beast growl-whispered
with a grin, "So, son, how do you like bein’ et by a big ol’
Bubba WereBear?"
Jack sighed, he now knew
what type of creature he had just bonded with. Jack smiled blissfully
as he stroked the Werebear’s face and passed out.
Jack awoke in his bed.
It was still dark through the cabin window. What a weird dream! He
looked at the clock; 2:53 am. He checked to see if his dream had been
a wet one… it must have been, he felt soaked. But as soon as he
moved, aching, bruised ass-muscles, a ripped shirt, abrasions and an
indescribable taste, told the young man another story. He heard Mr.
Norris getting up and knew that in a few minutes his door would open,
just a crack, as the nightly cursory check was made. He drifted back
to sleep.
Later, at first light,
he went for a walk, taking a small bucket with him. When he came back
with the bucket filled with berries, he explained the abrasions were
from the thorns and the bruises from tripping on a rock. The dads
weren’t too pleased with him, but the big sweet blackberries
softened their attitude. He noticed that Mr. Munsen gave him a sly
smile and a look he didn’t quite know how to interpret. All that
morning, he wondered about the night before and couldn't find any
answers... other than it WAS real and it DID happen. Werebears must
exist.
The full moon rose again
that night and there, on the rock at 12:00 midnight in the clearing
by the lake, sat Jack. This time when he heard the low growl and
grunts, he quietly and waited, looking up at the moon. The Werebear
quietly ambled out of the woods and moved towards him, on all fours,
taking its time. Jack trembled with fear and excitement. Part of him
wanted to run back to the cabin and those familiar people and things
it contained. Part of him wanted to run towards the beast, to be
embraced by that huge furry mountain and the mysteries embodied by
this impossible creature. Instead, he waited for the Bear to come to
him. When it reached Jack's side, it stood up. Jack turned to look at
the furry mountain. The Werebear’s fur was silvery in the moonlight
and Jack understood why grizzly bears were called 'grizzlies'. Jack
stood and barely came up to its broad, muscular chest. It rumbled
deeply, as if clearing its throat, then the Werebear placed a warm
callused paw on his right shoulder with gentleness and lightness that
surprised him.
The creature grinned
down at him, "I knew you'd be waitin' here. What I did to you
last night, what we did to each other, set a fire inside you, didn’t
it son." It was a statement, not a question.
Jack nodded silently.
"It set a fire inside of me too. You liked what happened to you
an' now yer back for more Bear meat. Guess I’m not surprised… saw
somethin’, felt somethin’ in you since the first night I saw you
an’ I hoped it would wake up. Hoped it was mor’ ‘n jus’
wishful thinkin’ on my part. I think I woke it up by pokin' it real
hard with my pole, last night." The Bear growl/chuckled and Jack
placed a hand on the beast's huge furry belly. The Bear smiled down
at him and Jack looked into those light colored human eyes. Jack was
not sure about anything. The beast aroused him and the musky scent of
the Bear was intoxicating; filling him with warmth and lust. He knew
that he desperately needed the beast and he knew now that he wanted
the monster, wanted to give himself completely to the Werebear. The
Bear growled gently and lifted Jack’s shirt off and dropped it at
his feet, exposing his bare skin to the cool night air. Then it ran
its hot callused paws across his chest. The Bear went down on its
knees. A cool wet nose pressed ever so gently against a nipple, the
young man gasped in pleasure. Then a warm tongue licked as the muzzle
suckled the nipple. The other nipple was gently being rubbed by the
thumb pad of the other paw. Then mouth and paws switched and the
other nipple was suckled. Jack sensed the contrast in the Bear’s
mood between last night and this. Last night was all aggression,
self-satisfaction and lust. The beast meant to conquer him last night
and that it certainly had accomplished. Jack was his and he knew it,
but last night's encounter had grown into something more. In the end
he had given himself to the Bear and now he wanted to give all that
was left, without reserve, to his Ursine lover. Tonight, the beast
was gentle, caring. It seemed as though the beast wanted Jack to
share the pleasure of mating, equally. Tonight, he seemed more like…
a partner… no, a wedded mate.
Jack groaned, as the
beast moved toward his groin. The paws kneaded his crotch, then
swiftly removed the shorts. Jack stepped out of the piled shorts at
his feet. He was now almost naked before his lover. It pulled the
strings on his sneakers and Jack stepped out of them and removed his
socks with his toes. The beast removed Jack's briefs. The Bear's
tongue lapped its way down to the boy's crotch and tickled his balls.
Jack kneaded the hard-muscled, fur-covered arms and shoulders, while
the beast's claws dug into Jack’s butt again. Jack grunted. He
would resist the urge to beg for a blow-job and enjoy the bath his
ballsack was getting. The nostrils quivered and a deep grunt came
from the muzzle of the beast. It could smell the drop of pre-cum that
had just seeped out of the young man’s aching cock.
The Bear released the
hold on one buttock and encircled Jack's stiff cock with its huge
furry paw, milking it and smearing the boy's sticky clear fluid
across its prehensile, lower lip. Jack moaned as he looked down into
those beautiful human eyes. The Bear’s tongue lapped at the oozing
head and licked its lips. Jack looked deeply into those eyes and
thought, 'Mr. Munsen had light colored eyes and had grown up in
Louisiana. His accent wasn't very heavy, unless he was drunk or angry
or perhaps,… horny.'
Jack came back from his
meditations with a start, as the horny creature engulfed Jack’s
maleness suddenly and completely. The big dog-like nose was buried in
his pubic hair. It snuffled deeply as drool ran warmly down his
balls. The tongue licked and rolled his cock around inside the
muzzle. Both paws tweaked the teenager's nipples as the tongue
continued to roll Jack's rock hard organ around like a cigar. Jack
thrust his hips into the beast's face. Panting and shaking, his legs
jerking spasmodically as he fucked the Bear's muzzle. Jack realized
he felt like, was now, as much a beast as the beast he was fucking.
His scrotum contracted as he forced the cock in and out of the
muzzle. With each thrust he lost more control of the animal within
himself, grunting louder and louder, sounding more and more like the
beast he was fucking the closer he came to orgasm. When the fog of
ecstasy had lifted, he saw that the beast wide-open maw had all but
engulfed his pelvis, his cock was down the Bear's throat and the
Werebear was grinning at him around a mouthful of Jack.
The beast seemed very
pleased and pulled off to just the cock. He began to coax still more
juice from the boy. Jack's hands trembled as he stroked the Bears
face, the cock inside the muzzle being expertly licked from front to
back. The Werebear finally released the drained cock and nuzzled it
and Jack's balls. "I guarantee, that is one of the best blow
jobs yer ever gonna to get, boy. No human mouth can compare to a
Bear's muzzle."
The Werebear grinned his
toothy grin. Jack sighed. He knew another rough fucking was probably
what the Bear wanted. He found, despite his sore anus and quite to
his surprise, that he couldn't deny his furry love. He began turning
around and bending over to give the Bear access to his rear. Instead,
the monster turned him back around. He gently took his hand and
placed it on the hot thick pole jutting out from between the Bear's
thickly muscled furry thighs. A look of desire was on his big furry
face and he softly grunted his wordless desire. Jack could feel the
pulse of the great beast's heart in his palm. He had never seen such
a large dick before. In fact, other than his own and some of his
schoolmate's in the shower, he'd never seen another dick before. He'd
certainly never seen a man's cock and quite certainly never a Bear's.
Yet, he knew that no mere man could match this beast’s wondrous
monster phallus. The image of a naked Mr. Munsen with the bear's huge
cock crossed his mind and his own young cock twitched.
He was fascinated, he
little more than half encircled the semi-hard spongy flesh with his
thumb and index finger. He let his hand slowly slide down, then back
up. He got that same spine tingle he had before, when it expanded in
his hand and it opened his fingers, as the bear's rod became iron
hard. It was such a wondrous thing, such a large cock he could never
have imagined such was possible. It was easily as long as his forearm
and about half as thick. The Bear growled happily, seeing the wonder
on the young man's face "Why don't I make this easier for you,
son." He removed Jacks hand and lay on the ground with his big
muscular arms folded beneath his head like a pillow, spreading his
legs with his cock standing straight up, quivering with each
heartbeat. Jack saw the huge balls hanging down and desired to lick
those huge, musky, low hanging nuts.
Jack shivered from head
to toe as he approached the Werebear. He wasn't cold, he wasn't
afraid: it was eagerness and lust that made him tremble. Jack stroked
the Bear’s thick maleness. He noted that the Bear's fur grew about
half way up the underside of his cock. It wasn't as thick, but it was
there and just slightly curly, like pubic hair; it intrigued Jack.
With one hand he lovingly fondled the Bear's cock and with the other
raised the furry balls so he could lick them. The Werebear was indeed
musky and Jack breathed deeply into his lungs the strong male Ursine
scent, savoring it as it passed through his nostrils. He thoroughly
bathed the balls with his tongue and stroked the strong pole from
dark purplish tip to the furry brown sheath. He watched, transfixed
in the light of the full moon, as the large pisshole opened with each
stroke. His attention focused on the great beast's thick seminal
fluids as they trickled down the shaft in slow motion. The pre-cum
oozed down the shaft and across the back of his hand like a thick
syrup. Without thinking, he licked it off of his fingers and the head
from which it had flowed. It had a unique taste, like nothing he'd
experienced before. It was salty-sweet and something else. The
monster moaned as Jack licked the rod clean and began sucking on the
seeping cock-head. The Werebear sunk his claws deep into the dirt and
tore at the turf. Jack's lust took over, he followed instinct and
opened his mouth wide pushing the bulbous head into his mouth to rest
on his tongue. More of the salty-sweet fluid trickled into his mouth.
He swallowed and pushed another inch of Bear sausage into his crowded
oral cavity.
The creature growled
softly, as the man-cub continued stroking his cock. He licked the
thick maleness, probing the large pisshole with his tongue. Jack felt
the huge dick throb and with his tongue, felt the beast’s blood
coursing through the thick veins as he probed the shaft with the tip
of his tongue. He sucked on the cock and started taking as much if it
down his throat as he could. Then, on one of the up strokes, warm and
thick semen splashed against the back of his throat. He swallowed it
greedily, his hands still busy pulling on the thick skin of the
sheath. More of the Bear’s stuff gushed into his waiting mouth.
Jack needed to taste each eruption. He pulled his head back, until
his teeth collared just the tip. Nothing happened for a moment, he
pushed the tip of his tongue into the wide slit and massaged the
hole. Still there was nothing. Without thinking, he began to nibble
on the head of the Bear's rod. The monster growled and shuddered. He
thrust his hips up and cum splattered the roof of Jack's mouth. A
flood of the Bear's sperm flowed across the young man's tongue headed
for his throat.
Jack enjoyed the flavor
of this beast’s cock honey; no, he realized it wasn’t just
enjoyment, he craved it. The Bearman, his body trembling in ecstasy
shot one huge load, Jack savored it, rolling it around in his mouth
with the cock-head. He sucked harder still, grunting, chewing,
wanting more. With one final great heave, the Bear grunted almost
painfully and gave the last of his seed to the unsatisfied youth.
Jack, still wanting more, had become savage and the Bear gently
pushed Jack off of his softening member. The Werebear sighed and
growled contentedly and tousled the boy's hair "Even us
Werebears have limits, son," the bear said with a tired chuckle.
After a few minutes of
coaxing, Jack realized no more of the Bear's semen would be coming;
at least for a while. Jack held the spongy wondrous rod, kissed the
head gently with respect, nuzzled the scrotum and gently laid the
spent cock on the Bear's thigh. The Bearman chuckled softly. "Don’t
worry, son, you’ll get more in due time. I guarantee it!"
Now, it was Jack's turn.
He stood up and pointed a fully erect cock at the Bear and a string
of crystal fluid slowly descended from Jack's piss hole. Jack's cock
was weeping pre-cum and the Bear roused and licked his lips. Jack
waited and the Bear moved his muzzle directly in front of the young
man's groin.
"I'm willin' to bet
you ain't never been this horny in your life, have ya, son? I bet
that ploughin' I gave you last night has stirred up all sorts of
hormones in yer young furless body!" Jack took hold of his cock
and began to pump it and shoved his erection at the silvery muzzle.
The Bear's tongue lapped eagerly on the flesh, making Jack moan.
"Impatient little cuss." The bear said with a grin.
"Take it all, Papa
Bear. It’s all for you, just for you," he said in a husky
voice he hardly recognized as his own. The Bear sat on his butt and
leaned into Jack's crotch. The Bear's paws, stained with grass and
dirt, rubbed his smooth buttocks and pushed his crotch into the
Bear's opening jaws. The claws gently raked across the tender flesh
of Jack's ass. Jack's breathing became a pant, as the mouth took all
that made him a man, both cock and balls, into that toothy maw again.
Jack pumped his hips hard, wanting to blow a big wad for his huge
‘Teddy Bear’. All too soon, he emptied himself into the Bear and
it felt to Jack as though the bond that had been forming since last
night had been sealed with the exchange of this night's seed.
Finally the torrent
became a trickle. The Bear came off of Jack for a moment, "Gonna’
eat you up, boy. Gonna’ stuff your dick all the way down my throat
and chew on it!" Jack was surprised by the sudden change of mood
and speed with which the Bear grabbed hold of his cock with that
muzzle full of teeth. He let out a sharp yell and tried to free
himself from the Bear's grip. He realized, almost instantly, how
futile those actions would be. He resigned to letting the Werebear do
as he would. The Bear gave his cock long slow licks, as one might
lick a popsicle. He lovingly caressed Jack's maleness with his warm
muscular tongue. The Bear made oral love to his softening organ; not
for the sake of the youth's fluid, but to show his respect for Jack.
The Werebear released
Jack's cock, rolled over onto his back and looked up into the
heavens. The teen bent down and positioned himself over the Bear's
body, putting his chest on the Bear’s chest, he lay down on the
great beast. Jack felt the beating of the Werebear's strong heart
next to his own. He moved his face closer to the muzzle and stuck his
tongue deep into the Werebear’s partly open mouth in thanks for the
joy he had given him. The Bear reciprocated with his own long ursine
tongue. Something had passed between them. Jack knew later that it
was love: genuine, true, deep love. His love for the big furry brute
and love returned to him by the Bear. He lay on his huge furry chest,
wrapped in his strong arms and listened to the Bears heartbeat. The
beast gently stroked the young man’s back and thighs with his paws
and Jack began to snore softly. Jack and the Bear dozed together
contentedly beneath the moon.
When Jack woke an hour
or so later, it was half past one o'clock. The Werebear softly
caressed Jack’s face looking deeply into his eyes and gently
growled, "Son, I ain’t never felt this good with another man
afore!"
Jack smiled. 'Tonight,'
he thought, "I am a man.' It was this big brute he had to thank
for his transformation from boy to man.
"I’m no longer
afraid of you," Jack said. "I know now that you could never
hurt me." The beast chuckled warmly, a sound that happily filled
Jack’s heart.
"Hell, son! I knew
that all along, but scarin’ the shit out of you was jus’ so much
damn fun! I was surprised as hell to find out how much it really
turned me on! I thought about it all day, but I guess scarin' you is
a thing of the past now." The Bear paused and beamed at the
young man. "I had you goin’ there for awhile, though, didn’t
I, son?"
He chuckled again. "It’s
kinda a nice to be a Bad Bear… but it’s nice bein’ a Teddy Bear
too. I ain't never been a Teddy Bear to no one afore."
Jack smiled, "We
could pretend you're a bad bear, couldn't we?"
The bear smiled
wickedly, "We sure could,” he said in a low growl and pinched
Jack's butt. Jack giggled. There was a long pause as Jack and the
Bear kissed again. "Now you get on down to the water and wash
off." He slapped the young man’s butt, leaving a big red paw
print on the cheek. "Don’t want anyone suspectin’ you was
out rollin’ around in the woods with a Bear, do you son?" He
smiled and winked.
Jack rose and went down
to the cool water and washed himself off. When he was done, it was
about a quarter 'til two. "I need to run if I'm going to be back
before three," Jack said.
The Bear came down to
the water and waded in. "It's faster if you swim," said the
Bear, "yer cabin is across the lake an' through a stand of
trees, I'll have you there in two shakes. Hold onto my neck."
The Werebear swam quickly and they crossed the lake in no time. They
came ashore in a clump of trees and bushes. Jack kissed the Bear and
turned to dress. By the time he was finished dressing, the Bear had
melted back into the woods as though he'd never been there.
Time passed and, for one
reason or another, Jack couldn't make it out to the rock by the lake
for a couple of weeks. Jack felt different somehow. He'd never had
this much energy before, he was stronger than he had ever been and
interesting things were starting to happen to his body. He felt
strange, yet the strangeness was invigorating. He noticed Mr. Munsen
looking at him on several occasions, as if he were sizing him up and
Mr. Munsen would always smile that sly smile of his as if he had a
secret he wouldn’t share with Jack. Mr. Munsen commented on his new
growth of chest hair when they were chopping wood.
"Guess those
hormones are finally kickin’ in, must be all this uncivilized manly
livin’. A ‘course, it could be ‘cause you’re ‘round big ol’
furry guys like m’self and Norris!" Mr. Munsen chuckled around
his cigar. "Man fur is contagious son, you catch it from bein’
around older furry men. How’d you think I got to be so hairy?"
He grinned and puffed on his cigar, "Hell, you’ll look like a
grizzly in no time at this rate!" He winked in that sexy way he
had and Jack blushed. They both went back to chopping wood and Jack
thought about Mr. Munsen. A couple of times, he could swear he saw a
grizzly chopping wood out of the corner of his eye. His mind must
have been playing tricks on him.
In the weeks that had
passed since he’d last been with the Werebear, he and Jeff Munsen
had become closer. It was as if Jeff was now more like a brother. He
felt that special kinship he hadn’t before with the now fully
bearded young man.
One morning at 4 am,
Jack decided to take a hike to the rock by the lake. The others
wouldn't be up until noon, they'd been playing poker until about an
hour before Jack woke up and Greg had gotten a little drunk because
he had more beer than he was suppose to have. All the young men had
increased their tolerance for beer over the last several weeks. Jack
left a note saying he'd gone berry picking, it was just three days
before they were to leave and he no longer cared if he got into
trouble.
He dressed in a T-shirt,
that he was rapidly outgrowing, a pair of jeans that were becoming
short and snug and a pair of boots, also becoming more narrow and
tight. Still, he walked upon a cloud all the way to the rock feeling
the vitality of nature all around him and a growing sense of urgency
in his loins as he thought about the bear. He'd jerked off like mad
since last he saw his Werebear lover and still he was not satisfied.
Mr. Munsen kept the other's from teasing him about the time he spent
in his room by pointing out that he'd heard some interesting noises
coming from each of them in the middle of the night. Mr. Munsen had
been hinting at late night swims and exploring the woods around the
lake. Jack looked into his light blue eyes and was sure that any
night now, he'd creep into Jack's room and fuck him the way he had
that first night in the woods, as a bear. He arranged to be alone
with Mr. Munsen several times, taking walks in the woods with him or
chopping wood with him, but the bearded man never let on. He'd share
a beer with Jack and talk about guy stuff. He even put a hand on
Jack's knee, but nothing more. Jack recognized his familiar grunts
while they chopped wood and wondered why he never said anything when
they were completely alone.
When Jack got to the
meeting place, he found himself alone. He was hoping the bear would
be waiting, but perhaps that was too much to hope. Perhaps Mr. Munsen
couldn't sneak out without waking his son this late in the morning.
Perhaps Mr. Munsen could only change into a bear by the full moon or
only at night. Perhaps, just like in those old movies the Werebear,
like the Werewolf, didn't remember what he did while he was a bear.
Perhaps Jack was just a fun two time fuck and that was OK because
Jack would never know that the bear was really Mr. Munsen. The bear
could swim much faster than he could walk, so Mr. Munsen could have
been in his bed by the time Jack got back to the cabin and Jack would
never suspect the man and the bear were the same. He easily could
have circled around and crept into the cabin while Jack was dressing,
especially since Jack stopped off at the outhouse before he went to
bed that night.
He waited for a long
while, it was 7 am by his watch and Jack felt the Bear wouldn't show
up. Maybe, he did only came out at night. Jack was turning to go,
headed down the path when he was startled by deep voice and a heavy
fur covered hand on his shoulder. "Well, well, my handsome young
cub has returned to his Papa Bear... " The gruff bass voice with
a southern drawl said in his ear. Jack nearly jumped out of his skin
and he turned around, to stare into a very familiar pair of eyes. He
almost blurted out, “Mr. Munsen!” and realized his mistake in
time.
Before him stood the
grumpy giant from the store. The guy who owned the property! The big
man laughed at Jack’s reaction. There he stood, broad shouldered
and barrel- chested, scratching at his full silver shot braided beard
wearing just his overalls and engineer’s boots – no shirt again,
Jack noticed with appreciation. Jack thought that there was no more
handsome man on the face of the planet. He was every bit, if not
more, the furry mountain he’d seen at the market before. "Gotcha
again, son!" he chuckled "You know, I got so damn horny
when I scared you at the store, that I stopped an' jerked off in the
truck half way home. Alls I had to do was jus’ look at you all mean
like!"
The Bearman’s smile
broadened around his cigar, showing canines that were just a bit too
long. He rolled the cigar in his mouth just the way the Werebear had
rolled Jack’s dick around. He held out his big fur covered paw of a
hand. "The name’s Jack, Jack Rawlins an' I reckon we met under
the full moon, but weren’t properly acquainted." he said,
grinning. Jack the Cub, smiled. "My name’s Jack too, Jack
Dagget." he said. "Weellll, Hell! If that don’t beat
all!" He smiled warmly. "Not too many yer age got that name
anymore. Most jus' call themselves John or Johnny."
The Werebear moved
toward Jack and bear-hugged the stuffings out of the young man and
Jack buried his nose in the forest of fur on the man’s chest and
nuzzled in his beard. He breathed deeply the man’s Bear musk and
felt that now familiar daze. Jack, the Bear, released Jack, the Cub
and regarded him at arms length with a quizzical look on his
handsome, bearded face. The Bearman paused as he took a pull on his
cigar and let the smoke out through his nose.
"Y’ know Jack,
you an’ me, we’re damn near the same kind, I think. When I was
your age, a big ol’ Bear woke up the hibernatin’ Cub in me too.
At first I was scared shitless, ‘fraid I’d be supper for that
horny ol’ Bruin. Then I’s ‘fraid we’d get found fuckin’…
‘fraid my folks would see my new fur, it grow’d on me so fast an'
sudden like… I’s shor they’d find out what I was becomin’ an’
lock me away or shoot me. I couldn’t take it, so I ran off one
night. That ol’ Bear found me all alone an’ bawlin’. I ran
right into his big warm furry arms. He said he figgered I’d be
comin’ to him soon enough an’ that was fine by him. Alls I had to
do all along was ask an’ he’d have taken me into his life. He
shor didn’t say no when I asked, neither. He took good care of me,
raised me up right, made the man an' bear out of me I wanted to be…
maybe that’s what pulled me t’ward you. I think I sensed that
same need in you."
"Well, son, now
things are gonna become different for you. I’ve put my seed in you
an’ were gonna’ become a lot more
alike, if you get my meaning. Maybe you already figgered that out by
the fur commencin’ to grow on your body. I can see your arms are
already startin’. That fuzzy ‘stach you’re growin’ an' those
muscles musta’ sprouted overnight: an’ maybe you’re startin’
to feel the wild stirrins’ in your body, head an’ crotch. Why
don’t you come on back over to my place an’ we’ll talk ‘bout
your future." The Cub eagerly nodded. The Bear smiled down at
his young lover. "Hell, I’m the one responsible for what
you’re ‘bout to become. It wouldn’t be right if you didn’t
have an elder Bear around. I don't want you to hafta discover all of
it on your own. You need someone to learn you things."
"What things?"
the young man asked.
“Things ‘bout the
way your body works an’ what you’re changin’ into. You should
learn how to change when you want
to. How to fight an’ win an’ stay human lookin’ even though yer
mad as hell. Strong emotions can make you loose yer hold on yer shape
an' you change in self defense."
The Bear Cub’s heart
raced with excitement. "You want me to come and live with you?"
he said his voice trembling.
"Hell, yeah, son!
What did you think I was leadin’ up to? I want you more ‘n any
other man I’ve ever met. So, if y’ll come and live with me, I’d
be proud to be your mate. I wanna help you grow into that new body
you’re getting. I wanna be there to help you through the pain when
you change the first half dozen times."
The young man hugged the
Bear. "Yes," he said, "I’ll live with you for as
long as you want me."
The big man smiled. "I
figger that’ll be the rest of your born days, son!"
Then, the smile faded.
"Son, what I've done to you means you have to disappear. The
easiest way is make it look like you drown. Leave all yer clothes on
a bush. It might be hard to do, but I think it's for the best. Yer
changin' into a Werebear an' yer folks aren't gonna be able to handle
that; hell, the world couldn't handle that. Sad truth is, once you
become a Werebear, you have to leave yer human family behind. I'm
sorry, but that's the way it's gotta be."
The Cub looked up into
the Bear's eyes. "I've thought about that a lot since I was with
you last. I guessed that what was happening to me was that I was
changing into what you are. It's OK, Jack, I'm adopted. I lived in
foster homes until I was ten, so I never really had a family 'til I
was adopted. I guess I was lucky, most of the people I stayed with
were nice, some just business like and detached but none were
abusive. I wasn't wanted by my real parents and that kind of hurt.
When I found out I was put up for adoption, I felt like a toy that no
one wanted anymore. I built up defenses that kept people out, I
guess. Though my adopted folks are good to me, we've never really
been close. I guess I just couldn't trust them enough to get close. I
was passed around so much before that I never really felt at home. I
don't have the same last name as they do because I wanted to keep my
own name, it was the only thing I really had, the only thing that I
couldn't leave behind or have stolen.” He paused.
“I've always felt a
bit like an outsider. I think they'll miss me and mourn a bit and I
might miss them a little, but I think we'll both get over it in a few
years. They have two natural children and they've just adopted a
baby. I think that will soften my death for them. I have felt more
real love from you than I ever have in my entire life and if it means
I have to have my face plastered on every milk carton from here to
New York, I won't mind."
The Bear smiled, "Sorry,
son, but you'll have to change yer name too. I know it's the only
thing you ever had of yer own, but if someone finds a Jack Dagget in
these parts, it'd look real strange. By this time next year, no one
will be able to recognize you as the person that disappeared here or
even prove yer the same person. Yer fingerprints won't even match an'
any teeth you have now will be replaced by new ones. The shape of yer
jaw will change. Even yer DNA will be different. The Jack Dagget you
are now won't exist in a year's time.” The big bear looked down at
Jack.
“I'll put yer stuff on
a bush by a real deep part of the lake I know about. Some kids many
years ago drown out near there an' they never found the body of one
of 'em. I've got overalls you can wear when you grow into them, until
then, naked is jus' fine with me!" The Bear winked and grinned.
Jack, the Cub blushed.
"Did you leave a
note or tell anyone where you were goin'?" "Yes,” the
young man said, "I left a note saying 'Gone berry picking be
back around noon.'"
"Good, that's
plenty of time," the giant said. "Strip down an' give me
everything, I'll strip, change and swim out with your stuff in my
mouth. You can wear my clothes. Hide in that clump of bushes over
there behind that big rock, I won't need 'em until we get back to my
place." The two removed their clothes and Jack the Cub put the
overalls on. They were like wearing a tent, but the Bearman adjusted
the buckles and rolled up the pant legs so that they somewhat fit the
Cub. Jack the Cub frankly stared at Jack the Bear.
"So, son, am I
everything you 'xpected?" The Bear fondled his cock and balls
and the Cub took in the whole view of the gorgeous Bear. He was
covered head to toe with dark, silver shot fur and was very muscular.
His definition was softened greatly by the extra weight he carried,
but anyone looking at him unclothed could certainly tell he was an
extremely powerful man.
Jack the Cub was
mesmerized by the masculine vision before him and wide eyed said
simply, "You're beautiful!" Jack Rawlins, for the first
time in longer than he could remember, actually blushed and his heart
raced briefly with pride. Jack the Bear was not used to admiration.
Slightly embarrassed by is reaction to the Cub's sincere expression
of feeling, he quickly got back to business.
"Th- they prob'ly
won't be lookin' on my land, 'least not right away, anyways. You'll
spend the next few months in hidin'. When the sheriff comes by to ask
if I've seen you, you'll hide in my den, it's beneath my house an'
only I know it's there. I dug it myself an' built the house over it.
I'll tell 'em that I told you boys to stay off my land an' to be
careful swimmin' around in the lake. I'll tell 'em that I told you
about the boys that drowned. I'll tell 'em that you seemed like nice
boys an' that it's a damn shame that kids these days don't listen to
their elders 'cause this is the sort of thing that happens when they
don't. I'll offer to help look an' maybe they'll take me up on the
offer. In the end they'll think you drown an' yer body can't be found
an' they'll be satisfied.”
“You'll take meals in
the den an' stay there for most of the day, at night, I'll sleep with
you down there. You'll get to go outside, but only when I've made
sure it's safe for you to come out an' only at night. The next month
or so, you'll have to live down there almos' constantly as they
search for yer body. Whenever I'm away, for any reason, you gotta
stay put in the den an' not make a sound even if you hear me
upstairs. I might have the sheriff in the house an' he'd be pokin'
his nose around. You gotta wait for me to open up the den, I'll know
when it's safe. Fall will be here soon an' you'll be puttin' on some
weight for hibernatin' season. I'll lock everything up an' you an' I
will sleep through the winter in the den. I have a Werebear friend
that can stay in the cabin while we sleep. We Werebears don't have to
hibernate, but we sure like to sleep a lot in the winter if we don't,
so he won't disturb us much. Next spring, when you wake up from
hibernatin', you'll be a full grown Bear like me, beard, body fur,
muscle an' cock. You'll be all grow'd up." Jack the Cub smiled
broadly.
"You said something
about pain earlier?" the Cub said. "Yep, yer body’s
growin’ fast an' the change from man to Bear stretches everthin’
out in a hurry. Yer sore for a couple of days after yer shape change,
but us Bears mend fast. After awhile, yer body gets used to it, then
it’s pure pleasure when you change. I’m always hard an' ready for
a good fuck after I turn furry. You have no idea how much I had to
hold back when I was watchin' you on that rock, playin' with
yourself." The big Bearman looked down at Jack and winked. The
Cub felt a tingle in his balls.
"Well let’s get a
goin’, son, time’s a wastin’. When I get back, I'll guide you
through the deer paths back up to my house. You can ride my back, I
don't plan on changin' until I reach the house an' it's faster on all
fours anyway. I’ll fix us up a big ol’ mess of fresh trout an’
‘taters for supper. I caught ‘em this mornin’ with these here
paws. We’ll have that an’ cornbread an’ maybe…"
Jack finished the
statement. "…maybe I’ll get et by a big ol’ Bubba Bear for
de-ssert?." The big Bearman howled with laughter.
"That's my boy!
Wasn’t ‘zactly what I was gonna say, but O.K., that an'
blackberry cobbler an’ ice cream it is!
"What about lunch?"
the Cub asked.
Papa Bear smiled down at
his Cub, "Yep, gotta start puttin’ on some fat if your gonna
make it through the winter, right son?" the big man guided his
Cub to the spot where he wanted him to hide. "I don’t know,
son, I’ll rustle up somethin’ for lunch to fill us up, you saw
some of the food I was layin’ in for winter; that’s to put fat on
the both of us. After lunch we’ll take a nap afore supper, I got a
king-size bed that should hold us both down in that den, We gotta
rest up for makin' love all night long." The Bearman smiled
lustfully and patted Jack's crotch.
"Now you stay put
an' quiet 'til I get back, y' hear?" Jack nodded and the Bearman
crouched, kissed him.
"I have a
question, before you go," the Cub said.
"Well shoot, son."
The Werebear said.
"I thought you were
Mr. Munsen when we made love near the rock that night. You and he
felt the same and you sort of smell the same. Are you?"
The Bearman grinned
broadly. “We'll talk about that when I get back. You've got a good
nose an' notice more than most. There's more to Mr. Munsen than he
let's on." He gave Jack the Cub a wink. Jack looked puzzled and
his mind raced. "I'll give you a clue son, something to think
about while I'm gone: I sold your good lookin' Mr. Munsen his
property, it used to be mine… an' I'm real particular about my
neighbors. It ain't no coincidence that he's so nice an' furry,
smokes them fat cigars an' speaks with that nice southern drawl…
like I do. Ever notice how his handsome son seems to be getting'
furry faster than he oughta? I've known Dan Munsen for a good long
time an' he's a lot older than forty five. Ever wonder why he kept
warnin' you away from the woods? Ever wonder why the pie tastes
sweeter when you steal it off of the window sill?"
Without another word
Jack the Bear puffed his last puff on the cigar he was smoking and
ground it out in the dirt with a smirk on his face. The Cub started
to say something, but the Bearman just changed and headed toward the
lake with the young man's clothes in his mouth. Jack Rawlins, the
bear, looked back to see if his Cub could be seen; the young man was
completely concealed in the bushes, the Werebear grunted in
satisfaction and ambled down to the lake.
Jack thought, "This
is what I've been searching for;" as the bear disappeared around
a pile of rocks. "This is what my life has been leading up to;
and what the hell? Mr. Munsen is a Werebear too!"
And so, Jack Dagget's
new life as a Werebear had begun.
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