This is a work of fiction that involves sex between men. If this is something that you do not want to read, or are not allowed to read where you live, please stop reading.
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Jake the Bear 1
You ever have one of those days when you begin planning out your day while you're getting your morning shower. You have everything set out by the time you are done, but something happens to throw those plans into disarray. That was the kind of morning I was having. I'd just woken up from a great sleep and finished up a nice hot shower with a neat little plan for how the day was going to proceed. The plan didn't last through me wiping down the mirror.
As I wiped down the mirror, I was not greeted by my handsome mug, but an image of one of the bars I hang out in when I need a break. It was an image of The Den to be precise. The image clearly showed me going into the bar later this evening and faded with the sparkle that foretold it would be a beneficial evening.
It is sometimes a pain being prescient.
I actually liked how I had planned out my day, and was loathe to just dropping the idea. I just stood there for bit waiting for the mirror to reveal anything else as I thought about just coming home after work. It was perversely silent on the issue. I sighed and resigned myself to a trip to the bar this evening. I had suffered enough throughout my long life when I tried to avoid these flashes of uncontrolled insight. I was not in the mood for pain caused by an unkind fate not wanting to be thwarted.
So, I turned around and stretched a bit and admired myself in the full length mirror. Nothing makes you feel better than a bit of narcissism. I stood there looking my six foot frame. I'm well muscled but have a nice round belly which comes from enjoying fine food more than working out. The muscles are part of the package and no work is required to maintain them. There are perks to being what I am after all. I brushed my hand through my mane of brown hair and rubbed my jaw through my thick brown beard. The brown hair spreads over the rest of my body becoming particularly thick on my chest and around my cock. The thick hair is also a by-product of what I am. I like it, but not all of my kind shares my fondness of the hirsute. I spend a bit of time tugging on the nice and thick nine inch cock of mine and get it semi-hard before I decide it may be unwise to rouse the beast this early when I was guaranteed a release at The Den tonight.
You may be wondering what I'm referring to when I say my kind. Well, I'm a werebear. We aren't like the werewolves you see in the movies. Hell, real werewolves are like the ones you see in the movies. They are a surly lot though with long memories and short fuses though. We werebears are not tied to the lunar cycle. We are free to change at will at any time. It also comes with a nice set of changes to ones physical shape. For one, you stop aging. You become superhumanly strong, even more so in the other forms. You become hairy. It as if all your senses and reflexes were now on overdrive. Nowhere near like those of the werewolves, but far better than human. Werebears are made, not born too. Lets just say I was made a long time ago, and leave it at that. Not all werebears are prescient, but if you were special before the change, it gets carried over and amplified. I had always had visions before my change, but nothing I could control. Afterwards, I learned to focus it and use it to my advantage, even in the split seconds before life and death. You can always use an edge in this world and I'm thankful for the one I had.
So, I went about the rest of the day in mostly a zombie state. There was nothing really that needed my attention. My office runs smoother most of the time when I'm not mucking about in its affairs. So, time luckily flies for me so that I can get home and get ready for the evening. I make sure to have a nice large early dinner. Even if nothing truly inspiring happens at The Den this evening, I know I can get a nice round of fucking while I'm there.
I did forget to mention that unlike werewolves we don't have a lust for blood. Nope, we just have lust. It takes supreme control for most werebears to have sex without changing. It took me a year of just masturbating to get to the point that I didn't shift. It is a lust you con only deny for so long. The longer you deny it, the more likely you are to change. I'm a big believer in feeding the lust early and often. It does help that we have a nice innate magnetism for whatever our chosen flavor. Me, I like men. So, the magnetism certainly helped during those times when it wasn't safe to show your fondness for men openly. Now, it makes sure I sate the beast whenever I need. Luckily though, where I live now, has The Den.
The Den is a wonderful place. It is basically a gay bar for those of us of the supernatural persuasion. It was started over seventy-five years ago by a guy names Wolf. Very apt for a werewolf. He was gay and werewolf which left very few options at the time. He new there were others of us out there that were of the same bent. So, he created a place for us to go and be ourselves and have some fun. He was a shaman before his change and his knowledge was unchanged by his transformation. So, he built the place in the perfect spot and laid protections on the site so that only those of supernatural type could enter. So, you could go drink, fuck, and not worry if you changed as you were amongst those who could handle what you were dishing out.
So, I was looking forward to the trip even though I knew it was not of my own choosing. I made sure to just wear a nice pair of jeans with easy access and my favorite hiking boots. Since it was a nice warm evening I didn't really feel the need for a shirt. Better to let the pelt free, than try and keep it pent up this evening.
It didn't take me long to get to the bar. As always, I could feel the faint resistance of the magic of the place as I going in. It was easily passed though, more like a welcoming embrace actually. It being a weeknight, the place was not really busy. I could see Wolf over in a corner talking with a few other gentlemen. He was of course all in black leather bicker gear, except for the nice leather harness that crisscrossed his nice muscular chest. He looked up from his conversation as I walked in and gave me a wave and a wink. I of course winked back as I was hoping to get a hold of that nice ass of his this evening despite what happened. Wolf looks to be in his forties, but is much older than that. Looks are always deceiving in this world of ours. He is nowhere near as old as me, but he is the closet of all the living in the area. He stands a nice five ten, with nice long red hair. He has a nice red goatee and several piercings in his ears and in one of his sensitive nipples. You would think that with the biker motif, he would have tattoos. He would love to have some, but the regenerative capability of us weres makes it an impossibility.
I make sure to wander by Wolf on the way to the bar. I always stop and tweak those nice nipples, as it always gets his dick rock hard in an instant. It's like they are wired directly to his cock.
"No teasing, if you're not going to follow through." Wolf says.
"I plan on following through, several times this evening if you can take it."
Wolf retorts, "I can take it, or will recover fast enough that it won't matter."
I reach around and give his nice thick cock a squeeze and head over to the bar to get me a beer. I know I can't get drunk, but a pleasant feeling buzzed is still good. Especially since that's all I can ever get. So, I sit there and have a few beers and wonder if I've spent enough time in the main room. I would like to get this nine inch cock into something soon, but I'm not willing to risk the consequences of proceeding to quickly onto the festivities.
Luckily, I don't have to wait long. He comes through the door with a sort of bewildered look. He must have felt the protections trying to keep him out, but was able to come in regardless. So, I can tell just from his expression that it is his first time here. I can not get a scent from him, so I know that he is now a were or a shifter. It is always a surprise when something other comes in, especially when it seems like they aren't completely aware they are other either. I can see him looking over the tableau and liking what he sees. I'm just not prepared for what happens when he looks over at me.
It's like a blast of heat when he looks over at me. As our eyes meet, I can feel the lust stirring. My cock begins getting harder while we hold eye contact and expanding to its full nine inches down my pant leg. I can feel a growly building in my stomache and a tingle ride my spine. He seems to feel the connection too as he begins heading over to the bar. He steps up next to me and extends his hand.
"Hey, my names Ryan."
I slowly extend my hand and say one of the most pathetic lines I've ever heard.
"My names Jake. What brings you here?"
Luckily, I can feel the lust easily overriding any embarrassment I might feel at that ham-handed opener. Ryan doesn't really seem put off by it either.
"At first I don't really know why I decided to come here. But after seeing you, you're the reason I'm here."
The energy continues to flow between us. It was making it really hard for me to think. I know we made small talk for a bit, but my cock ached for release.
"Why don't we head to the backroom." I say as I finally notice him looking at the bulge in my jeans.
"Sure." He says.
I lead him into the backroom. It's set up with benches lining the walls and really low light throughout. So, you can get a nice seat and have some fun without disturbing the others. It has a nice sturdy pool table in the center, which I don't think I've ever seen used for pool.
I get him to a corner and lean over and take his head in one hand slowly kiss those lips and taste the beer as I send my tongue to seek out his. I slowly run my hand though his hair as I hungrily devour him with this kiss. He easily moves with my touch, his body answering to my direction. I slow kiss his chin and taste his goatee. I direct his seeking mouth to my chest and his mouth quickly finds my nipples. He alternates between sucking and biting them. My nipples may not be directly wired to my cock, but it certainly helped. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from the head of my cock and begin to fill up the foreskin.
He quickly began licking down my chest and belly and then squatted as he began to unzip my pants. He struggled to get my hard dick free from my pants, so I helped by unbuttoning them and dropping them to the ground. My hard cock quickly sprung out once freed. It bounced there, all nine inches, pulsating to the beat of my heart. He stared, amazed at the length of my hard rod, and at the nice hood of flesh that still covered the head. He reached out and touched the skin and drew back with a thin line of pre-cm stretching between his hand and my cock.
Ryan then leaned over and began to nurse at the head of my cock. He slowly pushed his tongue into the skin cover the head of my dick. Savoring the taste of all the juice I had been putting out since we had started talking. He slowly worked around the big head of my meat while keeping the foreskin still down. I threw back my head and growled deeply and fought to keep my instincts in check. I could feel my flesh crawl as it wanted to flow and let the half-form free.
I was able to keep control, but had to focus on motion to help. So I reached down and put both my hands on the side of Ryan's head. I slowly began pumping his head up and down the shaft of my hard meat. I would stop when I heard of felt him chocking from the girth of my hard member. He would then begin quickly bobbing his head up and down on my cock, intent on getting me to cum quickly.
It was with a certainty that I knew that he would get me to cum, but that he would need to leave quickly after. I was going to need to shoot a few big loads after this and could not afford the risk to his safety or that of creating another werebear unprepared. So, I gave in to his hot mouth and tight throat. I let the energy that was flowing between us work me to the point of no return. I could feel my balls tightening as the pleasure of his hot mouth on my cock got to be too much. I let forth a mighty grunt as the orgasm took me, and grabbed his head and held him tight on my cock so none of my cum would escape that wonderful orifice. He chocked a bit on my copious load but quickly swallowed and looked up to me with a smile. I could feel the lust coming on as my cock was still hard and aching to fill that nice ass of his.
I couldn't afford to go any further without at least considering the consequences. It took every ounce of my will to shed the energy that had connected us. I took a deep breath, and let it out with the force of my own energy.
"You should head home, and meet me here on Friday night." I said.
I could see the struggle on his face as he wanted to take this further this evening. I was wondering if fate would allow me this reprieve from its machination. It was a tense few seconds for me. He was sitting there staring up at me and looking at the still hard cock that swayed before him in a hypnotic pattern. I was able to breathe when he finally stood and kissed me and said he would see me on Friday.
"We will finish what we started." He said, and it had the ring of truth to it as well.
He left the back room, and I could do nothing but stand there while I tried to figure out what to do next. After a few quick strokes on my still hard and spit-slick cock, I had an idea.
"Hey Wolf, come back here." I hollered.