Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2009 23:10:48 -0500 From: Rob Hall Subject: Jake the bear 3 M/M Sci-Fi/Fantasy This is a work of fiction that involves sex between men. If this is something that you do not want to read, or are not allowed to read where you live, please stop reading. Otherwise, enjoy and let me know if you like it. Beareater1@fuse.net I leaned back in my chair, propped my feet up on my desk, and gave my round belly a rub. I gave a nice burp that tasted just like my own seed and leaned my head back contentedly. It was in this nice afterglow that it hit me. The missing piece of the puzzle had just occurred with Chuck here in my office. I was horny as hell and quickly capitalized on a willing partner, but I made sure not to use protection with this human, but not Ryan at the bar. It's been many years since the wonderful invention of the condom where I've let that happen. I closed my eyes and reviewed how the evening had progressed. It had seemed like the energy which had connected us that evening had clouded my reasoning. Upon further review, I realized that I had used one of my common defense mechanisms though. I had sent him away for more than a day. Though, normally after a nice blow job like that I wouldn't see the person again for fear of losing control. I've only done it a few times in the past, and none at all since 1812. Why was I risking creating another werebear? A deep growl rumbled through my chest at the unfairness of it all. As a werebear, the need for sex was a constant pressure. Instead of being violent, bound to the moon, needing blood to survive, I just needed sex. The frustrating constraints come from who I am. I happen to be a gay werebear that makes new werebears through sex. Luckily it isn't just once. It's not how I was made, but that is how it works for me. It was long time ago when I learned how I could make another werebear. I had assumed it would be the same way that I was brought over, through a bite. It was never really explained to me how things worked. After I was though the first change, Gaius explained the basics and left me. I had traveled a bit, as it was much easier since food and shelter were no longer a problem. I ended up in what is now Russia. It was here that the need for people and sex hit me the hardest. I didn't speak the language but found a local farmer who seemed was very understanding and put me up in his barn. I helped around the farm and quickly picked up the local patois. I learned he was a widower and took care of the farm himself. The winter had been harsh, but my turning up had been fortuitous. I had enabled him to keep the farm going. I learned this all one evening as we sat in front of the fire and drank the local liquor. Ivan was getting pleasantly drunk, but as usual I was really unaffected. I could feel the need stirring within me. Ivan was handsome man. He stood about five and a half feet tall, with a wonderful head of black hair. He had a strong square jaw which was accented by a nice beard in the same color. The hair went down his broad chest and arms to disappear into his breeches. He sat there staring across the room at me and I could feel the power inside me flare to tell me that he would be a willing partner. I turned the conversation to what he had done for companionship since he had been without his wife. He just let forth a short deep laugh, and said that he had not had any since. It was no risk for me at all to take the next step, as there was nothing he could do that would really hurt me. So, I stood and went to him and kneeled in front of him and put my hands on his knees and looked him in the eye. I moved my hands along his legs until I noticed the reaction I was looking for. He leaned down and took my head into his hand and pushed out mouths together. It was like a how wind blew through me as I pushed my tongue into his mouth and tasted him. We kissed hard and deep while I quickly reached up and grabbed the waist of his breeches and began working them off. He stood, and I pulled them to the floor to free the ten inches of hard manhood that was trapped inside. I couldn't wait any longer and quickly enveloped his rod in my mouth. His gasp of pleasure echoed off the walls of the small room. I reached back and grabbed a hold of the nice meaty globes of his and kneaded them. It was not long until Ivan was quickly plowing his hard cock down my throat with a wild urgency. I moaned as I ran my tongue around the hard shaft going down my throat increasing the grunts from the man whose cock I was enjoying. It was not soon after that I was rewarded with a nice mouthful of Ivan's lust. I looked up and licked my lips, then licked my way back up to his hungry mouth. The need in me was great. My own manhood was pointing straight out and rubbing against Ivan as we kissed. I grabbed his shoulders and motioned for him to go down and take my meat. He kneeled in front of me and slowly jacked my already hard cock. He gently licked the foreskin and worked his tongue inside the hood to taste the nice appetizer of pre-cum I had generated. He then quickly took my dick into his mouth and slowly worked it in and out of his mouth. He was inexpert but was a quick learner. He listened to my moans and repeated what caused them. There was no holding back for me this evening and I shot my load into his waiting mouth and watched his eyes as he swallowed. He grinned up at me with some cum still in his mouth. The grin on his face as well as the rising beast within kept my cock rock hard. I put one hand on his shoulder and quickly began stroking my still hard rod with the other. It was only a few minutes before I felt another orgasm approaching. It was with a loud roar that I shot my second load of the evening. My semen coating the nice fur of his chest. I dropped to my knees and rubbed my hand across his chest, feeling my cum and his hairy chest beneath my hand. He took my face in his hand and we kissed yet again. I picked him up and carried him to his small bed. I laid him on his back and slowly eased a finger up his chute while caressing his chest with my other. He writhed on my finger in his ass and took my other hand slowly began to suck o my fingers. I stood and quickly thrust my stiff meat into his ass. He let out a cry both of pain and pleasure. My body was trembling with pleasure as I held my dick in his hole for a second. His ass quivered around it sending pleasure through me. I then began a rhythm of thrusts. Filling Ivan with my manhood and pulling it all the way out. Our groans filled the room as I continued my pillaging of this great bear of man on my cock. It was as I released my third load deep into his guts that the explosion of power rocked me. It was like I was being emptied to my down to my soul. My vision was clouded by sparkling lights which coalesced onto Ivan. As my vision cleared, he was still in the throws of another orgasm. His seed matting the hair on my belly. It was coming down from this spectacular high that I noticed the change. Ivan's scent had changed. It was familiar, but in the same way that other werebears were familiar to me. We were the same now. It took me a few days to bring myself to reveal to Ivan what we were. He didn't believe me that I had made him like me. He took my change in stride as there were local legends of men who changed into bears. Nothing that was frightening, but not good either. The werebears were set apart as defenders. It was not until the beast took him and he fucked me that he truly believed. I gave him the information he need to survive but we barely spoke for the next fifty years. This only begs the question, why was I trying to do it again this time. It was nagging at the back of my mind that I knew partially what was going on. I just couldn't get the information to my conscious mind. I racked my brain the entire trip home, but to no avail. It wasn't until halfway through the elevator trip up that my wool-gathering was interrupted. It was a flash of a vision of a tall man, in a nice white suit, and the overwhelming sense of danger that followed the vision that snapped me from my reverie. I was almost to my floor and prepared myself for anything. The elevator made a soft ding and the doors slid open. I stepped out and turned to my door to see the man in the white suit from my vision standing by my door looking at me. "You are certainly running a bit late." He said. "I don't remember making any appointments here at my home." I quipped back with out moving forward. "True, but you are a creature of habit. This is why I chose to wait here and meet you somewhere you would feel safe." "Well, then let me offer you the hospitality of my Den." I said formally. "Accepted." Said the foreboding gentleman before me. So, I went about getting us into my apartment with a little less stress than when I stepped out of the elevator. Under the rules of hospitality, as long as I was cordial and offered no violence, he was bound to the same behavior. I knew that I was depending on an old rule which would not really offer me protection from the younger denizens of the night. But, I could sense age coming from this man, and that he was not presenting me his true form. The illusion was frightening due to my ability to normally see through to the truth of the matter. I have to say though that I had been lax in exercising that particular ability. I offered him the best seat in my house, as it looked out the wall of windows to show the skyline colored by last few rays of sunset. I offered to get him wine or fruit, but he declined. "It would be better if skip the pleasantries and get directly to the heart of the matter." He said. "I concur, but I feel at a disadvantage. You know me, but are hiding what you are." "If a revelation is necessary, I will comply. But know this, there are things that you can not unknown." With that ominous statement, he stood. I watched as the illusion rippled and standing before me was a creature of legend. He stood twelve feet tall and had the head of a bull with a set of long horns adorning his head. His entire body was covered in russet fur. His entire body rippled with muscles and he was entirely unclothed. He had a large twelve inch piece of uncut meat dangling between those thick thighs. The image was of ultimate maleness and beastness. Now, I understood the feeling of age that I got from him. There has only ever been one Minotaur, and he was truly immortal. "What can I, a humble werebear, do for such an august personage?" I said realizing the level of trouble I could be in. "I need a Sybil. It took me some time to discover that you are the only possessor of the true gift." He said looking down at me. "I think I know why you say this, but I would like to hear it from you before we move forward." He inclined his head and his eyes squinted at me and he said "You know that there are things that can happen, and there are things that will happen." "You know that some things are fated to occur, and that despite all your efforts to the contrary, they will come to be." "Your method of controlling the visions is a version of ecstasy only used by those wielding the true gift of Dionysus." I let what he said sink in and realized that what he was saying was true. So, I knew that what he was going to require would be a vision for him. It had been a long time since I had purposefully sought a vision. What I would see could be a bit startling. So, I looked up into those deep and soulful eyes and said "So, what do I get out of this arrangement? You know all this, so you should know that you can not force a true vision. Hell, I assume this will be an ongoing relationship actually." "You are correct Jake. I will be requiring your services from time to time. We can work out payment each time, or whatever will make this easier for you." "Well, money is not really an issue for me. Given your station, I expect that there are few objects that are truly outside your grasp." "This is true. It will be only a matter of time, and I can fulfill almost any wish you have." "I would like a draught of ambrosia for our first transaction then." I said wondering at my audacity. He sat back on to my couch, and seemed to consider his next words. "I realize that this is not for you, as you are aware it only offers the immortality that you already posses. So, this I can do. I realize that you are testing me, but I can not do without the services of a Sibyl. It will take a month, but you will have it." "So, what am I looking for this time?" I asked. "I run several operations in the underside of the city, and I have feeling of foreboding about the future. See why I feel this way." "Well, I hope you aren't easily offended, but you are correct in the manner of how I direct my vision." I said as I began disrobing. "I am thousands of years old. There is nothing that I have not done that would cause me to quail at what you are about to do." I was completely naked now. I turned on the TV to static and turned the volume down. The static would only distract me from any message that may come with the vision. I lay back on the couch with my legs spread wide and my eyes unfocused on the screen before me. I slowly began working the length of my uncut cock. Slowly working the pre-cum out of the hood to use it as lube to make my jacking easier. I could feel the pleasure working through my body and I focused the energy inward to the place of my visions. Each stroke causing a ripple of pleasure to spread along my body. Each ripple slowly teasing the inner eye to open. I began to speed my strokes and pull the head of my penis from beneath its heavy hood to increase the sensitivity. I could feel the orgasm building as my balls began to tighten into my body. I sped my strokes up to a furious speed and felt the cum swirling in my balls. As, the orgasm took me, the vision appeared on the screen. I saw two groups interfering with his operations. The groups both intercepting deliveries that would cause great disruption to his future plans. The vision faded as the last strings of cum struck my hairy chest, and I could hear my own breathing returning to its regular rhythm. I sat there with my cum drying on my chest as I looked over to see the hunger in his eyes. I would have loved to let him clean the cum from my chest, but I could not let that happen just yet. If he did deliver on my request, then we could see about making this horny Minotaur happier. "You are receiving two deliveries in the next month which are critical to several plans that are going to come to fruition in the next year. These deliveries will be interrupted first by a werewolf biker gang called the Iron wolfs. The other will be intercepted by a group of vampires called Silent Night." "Is this fated, or are there options?" He asked me. "The future outcome is mutable. I will speak with a local werewolf in regards to the biker gang. You are trouble the likes of which they do not truly need. I will get him to intercede on your behalf." "I will be in your debt again if you would do this for me. Just let me know if this changes that portion of your vision and we can discuss payment. I will see to the vampires and check back with you soon." He rose from my couch and the illusion flickered back into place. He stood and walked to my door and turned to me. "If this goes as you see, I foresee a profitable and pleasurable relationship before us." He said as well opened my door and headed out into the night.