Met By Moonlight

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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