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Don't know if it was the nap, the good dinner, or the fact I hadn't cum in a few days. Whatever it was, I finally was feeling...good.
Might have something to do with knowing that Joe was still with me...with us. Was a bit of a shock to find out Paul could feel him, too. Was nice to know they both were okay with things the way they are now.
Paul led me downstairs to the gym.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked as the lights flickered on.
I turned him to face me and wrapped my arms around him, lifting him off his feet.
"What do you think?" I growled.
He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue drilling into my mouth, dueling with my own. I could feel his desire driving me on.
"I want you inside me so bad," he whispered in my ear.
"Such sweet nothings," I chuckled. "Where'd all the romance go?"
"Fuck romance," he snarled, pushing away, then reaching out to grab my tits. He twisted them. Hard.
Fuck! He knows which buttons to push.
I dropped to my knees, my back arching, groaning deep and low. My cock swelled, the head pushing through the heavy folds of my renewed foreskin.
"Jesus fucking Christ," I moaned. "That feels so...weird."
"What?" he asked, looking down at me, lust in his eyes.
"Having my foreskin back. Not like I got to play with myself before they chopped it off."
"Better make sure everything's in good working order," he grinned, dropping to the floor.
He grabbed my dick and ran the puckered skin under his nose.
"Ahhh," he sighed. "Smells good. Loves me some good headcheese."
He sucked the excess skin into his mouth, his tongue probing within. I groaned deeply, my eyes rolling back in my head, overwhelmed by the new sensations. He wrapped his fingers around my sack, pulling down on my heavy nuts.
"You keep that up and I'm going to cum," I growled, running my hands through his hair.
"Kind of the point," he said, my cock head slipping from his lips. "Don't think you can beat four times?"
I laughed at his reminder. Ever since that first time, the sex had felt nonstop. Know it had only been a few days since I shot, but felt like forever.
"Well, hopefully my staying power has improved. Don't know if cumming four times in ten minutes would do much for you."
"So long as it's inside me, I don't care," he said, pulling the skin back, exposing the shiny head.
"Just suck my dick," I chuckled, then gasped as he squeezed my nuts.
"Now that wasn't very nice," he said evilly.
"Sorry," I panted, feeling pre-cum ooze out of my piss slit. "Just suck my dick...Papa."
"Much better," he said and worked my cock down his throat.
"Fuck!" I grunted as I grabbed the back of his head, forcing my hard on deeper into his mouth. His hands clawed at my hairy ass. It took a second for me to realize the claws were real. I looked down and saw his face changing, fur sprouting across his forehead.
I knew what he wanted, because I wanted it, too. I thought back to how it had felt to be a bear. I felt my bones and muscles begin to shift. God, it hurt so good. His fangs gently grazed the sensitive skin pulled tightly around my swelling cock, his tongue snaking out to taste my hairy sack. His throat writhed around my shaft and I roared, sowing my seed down his gullet. My paws dropped down to his growing hump, shuddering as he nursed at my tender head.
He pulled back and gave me a toothy grin. I pulled him to me, our fangs clashing together as my tongue flicked around in his mouth. He had shared my cum with me often over the last couple of months, but it tasted different. Somehow wilder...more primal.
He patted my face, pulling away, gently scraping his teeth along my long tongue.
"Good," he said proudly. "You're about halfway there. Can you keep going?"
I nodded assuredly and continued to change. I dropped to all fours, shaking my head as my vision altered. I wondered idly how this new way of seeing things would affect my painting. I was seeing in a broader range of colors than I ever had before. Then I had other things to attract my attention.
He was every bit as gorgeous as a bear as he was as...well...as a bear. Don't know if it would be considered bestiality, but I had loved fucking him when he became a real bear. This would be the first time I fucked him as one myself.
He turned to look at me, waggling his hindquarters at me. I snuffled below his stubby tail, recognizing a familiar scent.
"Jim's been keeping you primed?" I rumbled.
"Well, you've not been any condition to do it yourself," he leered. "Wanted to be sure I'd be ready to take that beast you've got."
I looked down at my jutting phallus, and experienced a pang of guilt.
"Are you sure about this?" I said hesitantly. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Remember what you told me the first time I fucked you? Well, now I want you in me. Do it!" he growled, Papa to Cub. "I'm more broken in than you were. Just fuck me!"
I drew a deep, shuddering breath and carefully rose over him. The ceiling was too low to rear back fully, but I was able to slide myself up his back, his tail ruffling the fur of my belly. I shuffled forward, bringing my wet head against his ass.
"Ready?" I panted, struggling to keep from driving it in.
He, however, had other ideas, pushing back so my bear cock breached his ring.
His roars echoed in my head as my vision darkened.
I was standing in the bar, watching a couple of guys shooting pool, flirting outrageously with me. They were not my type at all. Too young. Too smooth.
I raised my beer to my lips, glancing at one of the ubiquitous mirrors. Paul's face was reflected at me, bottle at his lips.
I was trying to grasp that, when something made me look towards the door. Tom and Larry were walking towards the bar, leaving behind them a majorly hot bear.
"Woof," Paul's voice said from my throat.
I don't know if I just never really looked at myself, or if I was seeing myself through the filter of Paul's eyes, but I was amazed at how I looked.
I'm guessing that when I entered him, Paul had been thinking about how we met. To say I was embarrassed was an understatement. But I wasn't sure how to get out of his memories.
"Now there's a reason to stay," Paul's thoughts echoed in my head.
I was staring intently at him, anguish clear in my eyes. I dropped my eyes and turned away.
As I watched myself move toward the bar, I noticed something odd. People moved out of my way, though none of them seemed to notice me. It didn't appear to be a conscious act. When someone would look my way, their gaze would just...skipped over me.
Now that I thought of it, I had noticed such a thing before without really thinking much of it. I had always thought people were just ignoring me, but now I wasn't sure. It bore thinking about.
I stood at the bar, talking to the bartender, all the while continuing to cast furtive glance our way.
"God, he's beautiful. Look at the way he moves. I want him," Paul thought.
I could practically feel my cheeks warm. I was kind of ashamed to be eavesdropping on his feelings, but at the same time, relieved. What he was feeling was the same I had felt when I'd laid eyes on him.
I moved toward the table that Tom and Larry had selected and sat stoically as Tom talked urgently to me. Finally, he sat back and Larry ended up pulling him toward the dance floor.
"This is my chance! Please let him be available. Please let him be available."
We moved closer to me as I sat hunched over my drink. We leaned in and spoke, startling me.
"He's even better looking up close. But, damn he smells so good. Not of cologne like the rest of these guys. Just clean soap, man musk, and...something else."
Pain and desire warred in my eyes as we talked.
"Thank God! He's free. I just want to take him in my arms and soothe that pain away."
I sat there, my face a frozen mask as we talked about our losses. I felt Paul's heart ache for me, his own pain speaking to mine. He chose his words carefully and inwardly relaxed as I accepted his sympathy.
"Fuck!" he swore as Tom and Larry returned to the table. "I want more time alone with him. There's more to him than just a pretty face."
But he was relieved when they welcomed him, even though Tom seemed intent on throw me at him.
"Not that I mind, but I'd rather it was his idea," he thought as we all talked.
As the evening progressed, I overtly relaxed. When I turned and our lips met the first time, I could feel a spark rushing through Paul's body, igniting his desire.
He was excited when I finally asked him to come home with me, yet hesitant.
"I want him so bad, but he's...hurting so much. I don't want to add to it."
We ended up at his house, sitting in the gazebo, listening as I poured my heart out to him.
"Oh my God! This poor man. He had so much and lost it all. Like me. So much like me. But unlike me, he's struggling to go on, while I tried to bury my grief in alcohol and mindless sex. I still want him, but I can't force myself onto him."
When Paul shared his own experience with grief, I reached out to touch him carefully.
"He pushes his own griefs aside to comfort me? But what if he knew the truth?"
I could feel desire and guilt warring within him, so similar to what I myself had felt, though for different reasons.
When we had finally gone inside, we hesitantly agreed to sleep in the same bed.
"Damn! He was hot at the bar, but he's incredible practically naked," Paul thought as we stripped for bed.
"I better leave these on," he continued. "Not sure I could restrain myself, but damn it! I will."
We slipped into bed, our hands creeping out to touch.
It seemed like no time when Paul awoke with my limbs wrapped around him.
"Fuck," he moaned silently as my lips moved against his chest.
I could feel his cock throbbing in his boxers, ignoring his orders to behave.
When I rolled over he laid there for a long moment.
"I won't take advantage of him. I won't!"
He eased out of bed and silently stole to the bathroom. He pushed his shorts down and began stroking his hard cock.
"I wish this was him touching me," he thought. "Licking me, caressing me, teasing me."
He bit his lip as he came to keep from crying out my name.
When he came back to bed, he was surprised when I propositioned him.
"He doesn't know what he's saying. He can't," he thought, desire fighting against determination.
But his struggle melted away as I pushed my briefs down.
"Hot as the rest of him," he moaned silently, giving in, his shorts dropping to the floor. "I just hope he doesn't regret this."
"Brian? Brian? Cub?"
I blinked at the great bear impaled on my spike.
"Just the head? I think I'm ready for the whole thing," Paul said, looking back around his broad hump.
I looked down at this man...this bear...my bear...my Papa. With a rumbling growl I slid my thick rod up his chute until my nuts swung against his. He whined deep in his throat as he trembled beneath my assault.
"Just so you know, Papa," I rumbled in his furry ear. "I don't regret a moment of my time with you."
"I love you, Brian," he whimpered, pushing back against me.
"And I will be loving you for a long, long time," I rumbled, slowly withdrawing and proceeded to show him.