Date: Tue, 29 May 2012 05:57:11 -0400 (EDT)
From: Pwrlftrbear@aol.com
Subject: Standing On the Edge of Forever Chapters 28-29

					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."