Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2012 15:57:29 -0400 (EDT)
From: Pwrlftrbear@aol.com
Subject: Stepping Into Forever 4

					4

	"So what we felt was Paul's cub?" Kip asked as he was folding a
shirt before packing it in the duffel bag.
	"That's what he told me.  Not sure what he meant," I said
uncertainly.
	"Guess we'll find out when we get there.  Think we might have time
to stop and see Gene?  Looks like he's not too far out of the way."
	"We can.  Heard he's got a new cub himself."
	"Another one?  Does he think we're that close to extinction we need
a breeding program?"
	"Dunno," I laughed.  "Though he doesn't usually breed them.  He
tends to do it when he has to save a life."
	"Understandable, but I think I prefer it the way you did it," he
said with a wink.
	"Yeah.  Thought you did," I chuckled, tossing our bags into the
truck.  "Still, doesn't change the way they feel, though.  Or so I've been
told."
	"What?  You never think about finding another cub?" he teased.
	"Not so long as I've got one.  Why?  Who do you have your eye on?"
I shot back.
	"No one.  I'm quite happy with my papa.  Besides, you know I'm not
much of a top."
	"Well, as I pointed out, there are other ways to get a cub."
	"Yeah, but a cub needs his butt plugged a lot after that, though
don't he?  And didn't your papa have two cubs for a long time?"
	"Yeah, he and Paul were together for a long time, but that's
unusual for our kind.  We're loners..."
	"Bears may be, but we're also part human.  Was it so bad?"
	"Actually, it was...nice.  Paul was kind of like a second papa," I
said, giving him a slightly sad smile.
	Since I had talked to him, I was thinking more of the good times.
	"Though sometimes, he was more like a brother, sometimes keeping an
eye on me, sometimes getting into trouble right alongside me."
	"Sounds like a good friend to me," Kip said softly.
	"The best."




	We got to Gene's place in the Appalachians, somewhere in in
Kentucky, a couple of days later.  It wasn't your stereotypical hill
country shack.  It looked like something from Frank Lloyd
Wright... actually, it might have been.  He and Gene had been good friends.
	When we pulled up, Gene walked down the front steps, a bright smile
flashing a sharp contrast to his dark skin.
	"'Bout time, guys," he said as we climbed out of the truck.
	"Good to see you, too, Bro," I said as we embraced.
	"So what's going on?" he asked.
	"Well, we were passing through the area and thought we'd stop by,"
Kip said.
	"Come on it.  Keith's in the kitchen."
	"Cooking?"
	"Eating," he sighed with a chuckle.  "He's still a few weeks away
from his first change."
	"So he's a bottomless pit?" I asked.
	"Not at all.  He's got plenty of bottom," he laughed, leading us
into the house.
	"Cub!" he roared.  "Company!"
	A stocky young man came into the livingroom, munching on a
sandwich.
	"Hi," he said, brushing shaggy brown hair out of his eyes.
	"Keith, this is my 'brother' Mark and his cub, Kip," Gene said.
	Keith looked from me to Gene and grinned.
	"Yeah, I can see the family resemblance," he said with a twinkle in
his eye.
	He walked up and wrapped his arms around his papa.  Gene smiled and
kissed the top of his head.
	"Maybe he did do it the fun way," I said to Kip.
	Gene chuckled and shook his head.  Keith grimace sheepishly.
	"Well, when Papa found me, I...had tried to commit suicide."
	"What!" Kip and I chorused.
	"Well, I knew I was gay My family's nothing but good ol' boy
rednecks.  Was brought up thinking it's better dead than gay.  So...."
	"He was nearly exsanguinated when I found him.  Couldn't just let
him die."
	"You always were a softie," I chuckled, elbowing Gene in the ribs.
	"I'm glad he did," Keith said.  "I'm happier than I thought I'd
ever be."
	"So what brings you around?" Gene said, leading us into the
spacious livingroom.  Keith headed back to the kitchen to get us something
to drink.
	"We're on the way to see Paul," I said.
	"Really?  Good.  It's about time you two made up."
	"Think I have more to make up for than he does," I said sheepishly.
	"Hey, we all deal with our grief differently," Gene said sedately.
"You were angry that Rick had left you.  You just redirected it at Paul.
He, however, tried to dull the pain through debauchery."
	"And you?" Kip asked.
	Gene glanced back to make sure Keith wasn't there.
	"I try to save others to make up for the one I couldn't," he said
softly, his eyes shining.
	Keith returned with a plate of sandwiches in one hand, several
bottles of beer clutched in the other.
	"So where's Paul at these days?" Gene asked.
	"Southern Wisconsin he said.  Guess he's holed up at his new cub's
place," I said.
	"He took a cub?" Gene asked, his eyebrows raising into his curly
hair.
	"So we're told," Kip chuckled.
	"Why's that so surprising?" Keith asked.
	"Well," Gene said, "Paul is Mark and my older 'brother'.  He was
with our papa, Rick, a long, long time.  As I told you, we usually stay
with our papas until we take a cub of our own.  Paul never did.  But that
didn't stop Rick from taking on new cubs."
	"Do you think that was because he was so young when Rick saved
him?" Kip asked.
	"Could be," Gene shrugged.
	"How old was he?" Keith asked.
	"Not sure," Gene answered.  "Younger than you, I know.  But Rick
didn't really have any choice other than let a boy die."
	"Guess you take after him," Keith said, snuggling up to his papa.
	"Just know this guy must have been something to make Paul take the
plunge," Gene muttered.
	Kip and I looked at each other.
	"Did you...feel anything strange last weekend?" I asked.
	Gene stiffened.
	"Like what?" he said tightly.
	"Like...like something was...touching you?" I said, trying to put
my experience into words.
	"I suppose you could say so," Gene said finally.
	"According to Paul, it was his cub.  I can't say I understand what
he meant, but...," I said.
	"I thought I was imagining it," Gene said softly.
	"What about you?" Kip asked Keith.
	"Nope.  Didn't feel anything," he said, shaking his head.
	"Well, every bear we've talked to felt it," Kip mused.  "Wonder if
it's because you haven't became a full were yet."
	"S'possible," Keith said with a shrug.
	"From what Paul told me, Grandpapa was there.  Jim, too," I said.
	"Really?" Gene said, rubbing his beard.  "Don't know when the last
time I'd heard about him bestirring himself.  Last time I saw him was when
he introduced me to his cub, Ben."
	He grinned while I chuckled.
	"What?" Keith asked.
	"Just kind of funny," I said.  "With most white guys, if they're
changed, you don't really know what kind of bear they'll end up changing
into.  Black, brown, grizzly, though a lot of the time, we take after our
papas.  But a black guy, he almost always ends up a polar bear."
	"Well, I've never met any that weren't, but who knows," Gene
shrugged.  "Ben's like me," he explained to Keith.
	"So, if he's your Grandpapa's cub," Keith said, "Would that make
him your 'Uncle' Ben?  Does he like rice?"
	We laughed over that.
	"Well, you could say that, though Grandpapa is just what everyone
calls him.  Don't even know if he has a real name.  He's gone by many
different aliases over the years."
	"Hey!" I said suddenly.  "Why don't you come with us?  With Jim
there, it'd be like a real family reunion."
	"I'd love to, but he should be changing before long.  Don't want to
risk it happening on the road.  Know what I mean?"
	"Yeah, I know.  I'm sure Paul would have liked to see you."
	"I'd like to see him, too.  Maybe after we get him settled, we can
head up and see them."
	"Damn it, Papa," Keith said.  "Did you have to say that?"
	"What?" Kip and I chorused.
	"I said head and up," Gene chuckled.
	Keith stood up, revealing a thick erection, clear sap seeping
through the heavy folds of skin still sheathing the head.
	"We can leave," I chuckled.
	"You don't have to," Keith grinned, looking at his papa pleadingly.
	"Tired of me already?" he laughed, smacking Keith's bare bottom.
	"Of course not.  But you always say we tend to be sexually
generous."
	"I am not sexually generous," Kip said, surging to his feet.  We
looked at him in surprise until he finished, "I'm a slut."
	"If you want to give my cub a test drive, I'll take care of yours,"
Gene said with a wink.
	"Sounds good," I said, standing up and pulling my shirt off.
	Keith came up to me and ran his hands through my red fur.
	"You like?" I said.
	"Yes," he breathed, fumbling at my belt.  "Papa's the only guy I've
been with.  I love him, but I want to...try out some different models."
	"So, are you a total bottom?" I said as he dropped to his knees, my
shorts falling with him.
	"Well, Papa's been fucking me a lot, but I like it when he lets me
at his hole.  Don't get to do it much, but I like it."
	Then he had to stop talking because his mouth was full.  He might
not have had much experience, but obviously Gene had been training him
well.
	I looked over and saw my brother had my cub bent over the couch,
his face buried in Kip's crack.  I ran my hand through Keith's hair as he
bobbed on my cock.
	"Maybe if you're good, I'll let you have a go at my ass," I
whispered.
	He looked up at me, the stickiness dripping onto my feet telling me
how much he'd like that.
	"Why don't we take this into the bedroom?" Gene said, he face shiny
with saliva.
	He pulled Kip upright and led us through the house.  The bedroom
sported an enormous bed covered in thick furs.  Keith and Kip laid down,
side by side, their legs lifted, holding themselves ready.  I stepped
between Keith's legs as Gene pulled my cub's legs onto his shoulders.  I
grabbed the base of my dick and aimed it at Keith's rosebud.  I looked over
and met Gene's eyes.  He grinned back, holding himself ready.
	"One.  Two," we mouthed, then on three, we breached the cubs
beneath us.
	Their howls filled the room and we grinned at each other.  Kip
snaked his arm out, pulling Keith into a lip lock.
	I have to admit, the kid's ass was fine.  I ran my hands through
his silky fur, caressing his firm pecs.  He smiled up at me, then moaned as
I caught his tits between my fingers.  His eyes closed and he shivered as I
tugged at the taunt nubs.  I bent down, licking his chest as I maintained
the steady rhythm up his ass.
	He wrapped his hands around my neck pulling my face to his.  He
caught my lower lip with his teeth, sucking it into his mouth.
	"Switch," Gene said, tapping my shoulder.
	I reluctantly pulling out of his cub's ass.  Gene quickly took my
place and I lifted Kip's heels to my shoulder.
	"Miss me?" I chuckled as I sank into his hot hole.
	"Oh, yeah.  I love dick, but I love my papa's dick most of all," he
groaned, raising his arms above his head.
	I drove my face into his sweaty pits, inhaling the scent of my cub.
	I felt the mattress shifting and Gene pushed me upright.  He threw
his leg over Kip's face, offering me his rank cock.  As my cub drove his
tongue up Gene's hole, I sucked his slimy head into my mouth.  It took a
moment for me to remember there was a young cub out there, somewhere.  I
was reminded when I felt something slick probing my crack.
	"Have I been good, Uncle Mark?" Keith whispered in my ear.
	As my mouth was full, I responded by spreading my legs to give him
better access.  Gene leaned over me, grabbing my ass cheeks, exposing my
tight hole for his cub.  Keith lined his meat missile with his target and
punched the head through my sphincter.  I moaned around the thick slab of
bear meat in my mouth.  Yes, life was good.