"So how long do you think you'll be gone?" Brian asked.
"A month. Month-and-a-half maybe."
We were packing a few things into Daniel's Jeep. Thank goodness Brian still had the boxes they'd used when they move here. I got here on my bike, but it doesn't ride two too well.
"That long?" Brian said with a furrowed brow.
"Well, didn't exactly expect I'd be staying here when Grandpapa asked me to come with him," I answered, then understood his concern.
"He'll still have at least a couple of months to go after we get back. He's going to have a normal change," I assured him.
He gave me a chagrined look.
"I know that in theory, but I don't exactly have much else to go on," he said, ducking his head.
"And your curiosity is eating you alive," I teased.
"Am I that transparent?" he blushed.
"Sometimes," Paul said, slapping his shoulder.
"At least I'm finally letting you see the blueprints," I chuckled and he brightened.
"What's so special about some blueprint?" Daniel asked.
"Well, they belonged to our brother, Gene," I said, giving him a cautionary glance. "They were done for him by an old friend."
"Ah," Daniel said, tossing his bag into the back and slamming the door.
"I decided to use them to build my place and Brian hasn't seen them. And it's been driving him nuts," I said with a wink.
"You sure it's not all the voices in my head driving me nuts?" Brian laughed back.
"Don't know about that," Paul said. "Unless you're hearing voices you don't recognize."
Brian's eyes rolled toward the heavens for a moment.
"Nope. Nobody new. Thank goodness," he grinned.
"Well, have a safe trip," Paul said as we climbed into the Jeep.
"Please?" Brian said softly.
"Don't worry," I said, reaching out the window to ruffle his hair. "We'll be safe."
They stood waving as we drove away, Paul's arm wrapped comfortingly around his cub.
I gave Daniel a smile as he relaxed in the passenger seat.
"Was Brian like that when you knew him?" I asked.
He sat in thought for a long moment before answering.
"I'm...I'm not sure," he answered slowly, then smiled. "I suppose so. I really only knew him during the summers when his family would come up here."
He sat with his brow furrowing.
"I do know that when we met again after the first summer, he was...different," he said finally. "A lot more withdrawn. Skittish, almost. I can't explain it."
That gave me a lot to think about on the drive. None of it good.
We had been driving for about four to five hours when I noticed him getting antsy.
"You okay?" I asked.
"I guess," he replied with a blush.
I glanced at his lap and smirked as his packed crotch twitched.
"You need some relief," I chuckled.
I focused on the mile marker as it flashed by and grinned.
"We're not far from a place we can take care of your...problem," I said, reaching across the console to grab his cock through his jeans.
He let out a moan at my touch, leaning against the headrest.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of," I assured him. "I'm here to help you out."
He smiled shyly at me and I winked back.
I found the turn off I was looking for and followed it to an old way stop.
Due to budget cuts, a lot of these places weren't serviced, so not too many people used this spot anymore. So I was surprised to see a semi parked in the overgrown lot. But I grinned broadly when I recognized the logo on the side of the cab.
I climbed out of the Jeep and put my finger to my lips. I smiled reassuringly at the hint of worry shadowing his face.
I walked quietly up to the cab of the semi and stepped up to look in the window. Nothing.
I jumped down and gestured for him to follow me to the restrooms.
I was amazed at how at ease I felt with Jim. I felt like we could talk about anything. And in the course of the drive, we covered a lot of ground. Literally and figuratively.
When he would talk about his other...cubs, he'd get a wistful look on his face that I didn't really understand. Then he'd give me one of those smiles that would set my cock stirring.
He got that gleam in his eye and pulled off the highway, driving to an abandoned rest stop. There was one other vehicle in the lot, a white semi with a bear logo on the side.
Jim jumped out of the Jeep, motioning me to keep quiet. He stalked up to the cab and climbed to look in the window.
I clenched my fists as he jerked his chin toward the restrooms, feeling the trickle of cold sweat run down my neck. This was not the time for a flashback. I tried to swallow, but my throat was too dry.
Jim glanced at me, his grin dropping from his face. His concern was clear in his eyes.
I swallowed my panic and tried to give him a reassuring smile. I fought to remind myself I was home. There would not be any concealed explosives here. I waved him to continue.
With a frown, he turned back and moved to the doorway. He glanced inside and gestured for me to join him. With great trepidation, I moved forward silently.
As I neared the door, I could hear a deep voice rumbling. I looked at Jim in surprise. I swear I was listening to a porn soundtrack.
I followed him inside. The room was dimly lit and reeked of smoke, piss, and cum. Jim elbowed me, nodding toward the stalls.
I could see the back of some guy's head over the stall. Fuck! He looked huge. Not Brian's size, but bigger than Jim. He was gripping the top of the divider, a cigar clenched between his fingers. The walls quivered as he humped and cursed.
Jim nudged my ribs and gave me a wink.
"Freeze, you fucking perverts!" he shouted.
The big dude spun around, glaring at us over the top of the wall while another voice swore quietly. His eyes widened and a grin spread across his face.
"Jimbo, you fucking son-of-a-bitch," he laughed. "What the hell are you doing here? S'okay, Josh."
The door on the far stall opened and another guy stepped out, wiping his mouth and licking his hand.
I looked back and forth between them. The shorter one, Josh, I suppose, was a younger version of the big guy. They could almost be father and son.
"We were on the way to my place out in Washington," Jim said as the big guy stepped out of his stall, his cock sticking out from his fly, hard and dripping cum. "Looks like you're here for the same reason."
He reached down and pulled at his long cock, catching the large glob of semen that seeped from his puckered foreskin. He held his hand out and Josh stepped up and began suck the cream from his fingers.
"And who's this?" the big guy asked.
"Daniel," Jim said, putting his arm around me. "This is an old friend of mine, Tucker and I would guess this is his new cub, Josh."
"So funny running into you," Tucker said. "Ran into Paul just a few months ago."
"So he told me," Jim said.
Tucker turned to his cub.
"Jim is Paul's brother," he explained.
"Woof," Josh leered. "Jock bear."
"Jock bear?" I asked.
"Among other things," Jim chuckled. "Brian's got a jock strap fetish. When they first met, Brian asked Paul to wear one of his jocks while he came to see me. He wanted to see how good it smelled when he got back."
"It was ripe enough after the night he spent with us," Josh said slyly. "Can only imagine what it was like after he got back."
Tucker stepped up and extended his hand to me. I took it and it was warm and sticky. I looked at Jim and he winked back.
I daringly reached out and grabbed Tucker's cock and shook it.
"Nice to meet you, sir," I said as he let out a low growl.
He looked at Jim and grinned.
"We'll have to talk later, 'cause looks like we're going to be busy."
"Holy crap," the hostess said when the four of us walked into the restaurant.
"Gotta love buffets," Tucker said in a low voice. "Best way to feed a growing cub."
"Got that right," I laughed back.
She showed us to a table. We got our plates and split up. Daniel came back to our table trying to balance three overflowing plates.
"You can go back for more," I laughed.
"I'm hungry," he said, ducking his head.
"And it'll only get worse," Tucker chuckled. "He's what? A week along?"
"How'd you know?" Daniel said, his mouth hanging open.
"Been a papa long enough," Tucker said, giving me a nod.
"Your scent changes," I explained. "Almost immediately."
Daniel lifted his arm and sniffed himself.
"I've smelt worse," he said with a lopsided smile, then began shoveling food into his mouth.
"So, sorry to hear about Gene," Tucker said after we'd taken the edge off.
"You heard?" I answered, looking at him askance.
"You can hear a lot on the road if you know how to listen," he said with a wink. "Also hear that cub of Paul's is quiet a handful."
"More than a mouthful, too," I said.
Tucker chuckled evilly.
"So what else is going on," Josh asked. "Other than the obvious."
We laughed as Daniel blushed.
"Well, I started building a new place, not too far from Paul and Brian. When Daniel here...dropped in on me, I decided I needed get my stuff moved before he changes."
"Nothing wrong with that," Tucker said. "Though I don't always have that luxury. Feel like all that matters is you have them with you as much as you can."
"You got my vote, Papa," Josh quipped.
"So what are you going to do with your old place?" Tucker asked.
"Got an old friend I'm going to try to get a hold of to see if he'd care to take it over. Do you know Jeff?"
Tucker threw his head back with a laugh.
"If he's the Jeff I know, are you sure you've got enough room for his romp?"
I grinned back at him.
"Sounds like you know him. Just a matter of tracking him down."
"Might be able to help you there," he said, pulling out his phone.
He scrolled through his contacts until he found the number he was looking for.
"Thanks," I said with relief.
"Benefits of being on the road rather than holed up somewhere. Run into all sorts of... people," he winked.