28
One evening, my phone rang as we were relaxing on the couch.
"Hey, Jim. What's up?" I said as Brian lay against me.
"Hey, Bro. Someone here wants to talk to you," he said cheerfully.
"Hello, Paulie," came a deep, rich voice that I hadn't heard in years.
"Grandpapa!" I cried, sitting upright.
"So, I hear you finally took the plunge."
"Yeah, he's something else," I said, idly rubbing his shoulder.
He sat up and kissed me on the cheek.
"I'm going to jump in the shower," he said, standing up.
"What? Why?" I said, knowing he'd showered with me after our workout this morning.
"I was trying to politely let you have some privacy, okay? You wanted someone to talk to about me, so thought I might inhibit the conversation if I were here. So, talk and I'll wait for you in bed."
"Why are you so understanding?" I said as he bent to kiss my lips.
"Just lucky, I guess," he grinned, then padded off to our bedroom.
"Don't go to sleep without me!" I yelled.
I could hear his laughter shut off as he closed the door behind him.
"Sorry about that," I said into the phone.
"No problem, son. What's going on?"
"I'm worried, Grandpapa. I think I'm in over my head," I said desperately.
"Well, you don't have your papa to help you," he said and was quiet for a long moment. "I'm sorry I didn't call when it happened. I'm afraid...I was having a hard enough time dealing with it myself."
"I understand," I said, around the lump in my throat. "Actually, Brian said it might be something like that."
"Sounds like he's got a good head on his shoulders."
"Yeah. But there's something weird about his change. The day after we did it, he got stabbed. He just shook it off. His wound healed within minutes. He said he has recovered from some major injuries, long before I met him. He gave some indication his sister had a similar...ability. Have you ever heard of anything like this?"
The silence on the other end spoke volumes.
"And how long has it been since you bred him?"
I had to think quickly.
"About a month and a half, give or take."
"Hmmm. I'll be there in few days. Maybe I'll drag Jimmy here along."
I could hear Jim hooting in the background.
"I think that means he'll be there, too. See you soon, Paulie. Love you."
"Love you, too, Grandpapa."
I was lying in bed reading when he came in.
"Well?" I said.
"I hope you don't mind, but I guess Grandpapa wants to meet you, so I invited him and Jim. Hope that's okay," he said hesitantly
"Sure," I said with a snort. "After all, it is your house, too. Be nice to meet more of the family."
"Dunno. You sure you want to share me," he said with a wicked grin.
"I would have figured you'd like to have a break from me," I said, snaking my arm under his neck.
"I don't think I'll ever want a break from you," he said intensely.
"Hopefully, you won't ever need to," I replied, pulling him toward me.
"Well?" Jim said when I hung up.
"Much what I thought, and even more," I said, rubbing my hands together excitedly.
"When do you want to leave?" he said.
"Think we can get some miles in today?"
"I suppose," he laughed, pulling a duffel bag out of his closet. "I need to get away for a while anyway. I'm afraid I got a little careless. There have been stories in the papers about a grizzly sighted around here."
"Tsk, tsk," I said, solemnly. "You're getting sloppy."
"So? I sometimes like it sloppy," he smirked, then yelped as I slapped his ass.
I went and grabbed my clothes out of the laundry room, hearing him laugh as I started singing On the Road Again.
We got the place locked up and secured and were able to get a few hours in before stopping for the night.
"Maybe we should stop and see the boys," I suggested as we settled into some roadside motel for the night.
"That'd be a little out of our way, but I think we could."
"I'd like that. Haven't actually met Mikey's cub, yet. Don't want him to think I don't love him, too."
"Heaven forbid," he chuckled and pulled out his phone.
"Hey Mike. Listen, we're going to be in your area in a few days and thought we'd stop by. Me and Grandpapa."
He winced, holding the phone away from his ear as Mike yelled my name.
"Damn, kiddo," Jim growled, switching ears. "Don't you usually wait till you're cumming to do that?"
I laughed evilly as he rubbed his ear.
"Yeah, Grandpapa is out visiting his new grand-cubs and asked me to come along. Yeah, we'll be going to see Paul and Brian."
He put his hand over the phone.
"He wants to know if they can come with," he said.
"Don't see why not."
"Okay, then. See you soon," he said and hung up.
"Wonder what that was about?" he said.
"Guess we'll have to find out."
29
"Think this is the place," Jim said as we parked our bikes in front of the address we had been given.
It was a nice house with a beautifully landscaped yard. We grabbed our bags and walked up towards the house. The sound of a lawnmower was coming from the back of the house. We followed the brick pathway to a gate set into the hedges. Lifting the latch, we stepped into the back yard.
The front of the house was beautiful, but the back was astounding. A good sized pond took up a large part of the yard. A gazebo sat in the middle of the pond, connected to the deck by an arching bridge. Water lilies bloomed across the water and the surface rippled as a flash of gold swam below. The smell of freshly cut grass filled the air, nearly overshadowing the scent of the roses splayed across the garage wall.
The blond bear pushing the mower didn't hurt the view, either. He had his back to us and apparently hadn't heard us. A thick braided ponytail trailed down his bare back, stopping just short of his cutoffs.
I had a sudden flashback to some of the Viking lads I had known, long, long ago, unharmed when he turned. His long blond beard was split into twin braids. His face lit up when he saw us and he shut the mower off.
"Jim!" he cried, striding up to us.
"Hey, Cliff," Jim said, pulling him into a kiss. "Where's Mike?"
"He's at work. Should be home before too long. Wasn't sure when you'd get here."
He turned towards me and growled under his breath.
"Cliff, this is Grandpapa."
He extended his hand and I grabbed it, lifting his arm and sticking my nose into his sweaty pit. He groaned as I inhaled his scent.
"Nice to meet you," I grinned, then licked the droplet of sweat beading on his meaty tit.
"The pleasure's all mine," he moaned. "At least so far."
"Nice place," Jim chuckled, shaking his head.
"Yeah. Could hardly believe we had the right place when we got here. He's not charging us that much for rent, but I told him I'd take care of the yard work for him. Figured if we were going to go see him, I wanted to be sure I had it done before we left."
"So why was Mike so excited about going with us?" Jim asked.
Cliff struggled to keep from bursting out laughing.
"Well, think Brian made quite an impression on him," he said when he regained his composure.
"Oh?" Jim said, raising an eyebrow.
"Think he enjoyed the lesson Brian taught him."
"And what lesson was that?" Jim said sternly.
"You know how Paul told us how Brian likes it rough? Well, apparently Mike thought that meant he could just...force himself on him."
"Oh, fuck," Jim groaned. "Did Mike hurt him?"
"Not really," Cliff laughed. "Mike tried to grab him and before I could even react, Mike was on the floor. Out cold."
"Jesus!" Jim chuckled while I nodded in pleasure.
"I thought he was going to kick us out, but once we talked, he calmed down. He's one wicked dude. He figured Mike had to learn the hard way. We carried Mike downstairs to his...playroom. He tied him over this bench and tied me in the web."
"Didn't Mike just break loose?"
"No," Cliff chuckled. "Brian knows what he's doing. Had him so he couldn't get leverage. And he couldn't shift 'cause Brian had him by the balls. Literally. Had 'em secured so when Mike tried, well, Brian said he might end up castrating himself, but I don't think he was really out to hurt Mike. Fortunately, Mike decided not to risk it.
"Then Brian got into his leather. Woof!"
"Oh, God," I laughed while Jim chuckled. "He likes leather?"
"Yeah. And he makes it, too. Said he'd make me a set. Don't fit into my old stuff."
"You too?" I leered.
"Well, I met Mike at a leather bar in 'Frisco."
"Yeah, he was curious about it, so I took him down there," Jim admitted. "Ended up with a new grand-cub."
He patted Cliff on the shoulder. Cliff grinned and hugged him tightly.
"So then what happened?" I asked.
"Brian and I put on an act for Mike. Pretended like he'd got us down there and tied us up himself. He...showed Mike how it should have happened."
"Oh?" Jim said, straining to keep a straight face.
"He asked me if he could play with me."
We both roared with laughter.
"And you said?" I chuckled, wiping my eyes.
"That's right. You haven't actually seen him yet, have you?" Cliff laughed with a raised brow. "He's a hot fucker and I bet he's only going to get better looking. Wasn't going to say no to such a nice offer. Plowed me while Mike watched. When he was done, he pulled out and had me ask him. He stripped his leathers off and climbed up the web and took me to the root."
"Looks like you really enjoyed it," I said, nodding to his crotch where his cock was sticking out the left leg of his shorts.
"Yeah," he said sheepishly, reaching to try to push himself back in.
"Looks like you could use a hand," I grinned, grabbing his erection.
I looked around, taking in the tall hedges framing the yard. Cliff laughed.
He pulled out of my grasp and walked back to the mower and started it, locking the lever in place to keep the engine running.
"That should cover any noise we make," he yelled, dropping his shorts.
He had a long, hefty cock with a mean upward curve, the pink pointed head peeking out of his foreskin. It bobbed up and down as he walked toward us. I was out of my clothes in a flash. I couldn't wait to see how that dick felt poking my prostate.
I laid back in the fresh cut grass, pulling my legs up. Jim straddled my face, letting his spit drool into my crack. Cliff worked it into my hole, then pressed his slick head against my pucker. As he pressed into me, Jim sank onto my face. His sweaty crack muffled my moans as Cliff's dick pressed into me. I was right. He felt great.
I slobbered into Jim ass, reveling in the manly musk mixed with the residue of our morning play. He ground his ass against my beard as Cliff pounded my hole. Abruptly, Jim lifted off my face and spun around and sank onto my cock. He planted his hands on my chest, massaging my pecs as he rode me hard. Cliff tweaked Jim's tits while pounding his hard bear pleaser up my hole. Jim turned his head to tongue wrestle with Cliff. The sight of those two hot bears making out and the sensation of Cliff's head pounding my prostate sent me over the edge. As I filled Jim's ass, my own hole squeezed Cliff's load from his nuts. Jim's sperm rained down on my body, speckling my beard and coating my chest. He collapsed on top of me, licking his cream from my chest and sharing it with me.
The mower suddenly sputtered and died. We all looked over at it and saw Mike standing beside it.
"Can't leave you alone for a minute," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Hope you saved some for me."