Date: Tue, 7 May 2013 11:15:18 -0700
From: Mike Masterson <mjstories78@gmail.com>
Subject: Magic in Me Part 3

Usual disclaimers apply. Men will be having sex with each other in this
story. Don't read it if you don't want to or if it's illegal for you to do
so. Additionally, they won't be using condoms, because it's fantasy. In
real world, please wrap it.


I hope this continues to please. I apologize if this was too slow to get
out :)


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"Still feel up for pizza?" I asked, feeling chipper. Chipper, for fuck's
sake!


"Always."

"Excellent. You can tell me why you want to risk your life and possibly
mine, as your mate, by having me rip that bear out of you."

Drew sighed as we left the office. The doors locked themselves as we left.


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Drew took me to a pizza place I didn't know existed, but I think it was
good. I remember feeling ravenous, but that's about all I remember. I do
recall riding in his truck (of course he drives a pick up) and just
watching the street lights and buildings go by. I wasn't even really paying
attention to where we were going. He put his hand on my thigh and
squeezed. It was nice.

I smiled at him and yawned. I don't remember falling asleep, but when I
woke up the next morning, it took me a moment to realize I was not in my
own bed. I could feel the sheets were softer than mine, and they smelled
like Drew. It was an easy enough conclusion that he had taken me back to
his place. I also noticed that I was naked. Normally, I at least wear some
sort of underwear, but I have to say that the feeling of his sheets on my
hard cock--I wasn't sure if I spent more time hard or soft anymore--made me
smile in satisfaction.

I was a little disappointed when I opened my eyes to find that I was alone
in the bed. His room was smallish, especially considering his size and the
size of the bed, but it was well kept and got lots of light. I got up and
took a piss and made my way to the kitchen; it smelled like Drew was making
coffee. I don't know why I hadn't bothered to look for my clothing, but me
and my bouncing dick made our way down the hallway to what looked like the
living area, and possibly kitchen.

I rubbed my eyes as I entered the room and said through a stifled yawn. "I
missed feeling your cock this morning."

A voice I didn't recognize replied "The morning's not over yet, sunshine."

Feeling the blood rush to my face, I slowly opened my eyes to see a
handsome man sitting at a small table with a newspaper. He looked youngish
and slightly smaller than Drew, but similarities in build and facial
features told me he could very likely also be a werebear. A quick shift in
vision confirmed it for me. Surprisingly, I made no move to hide myself.

"Umm..I'm sorry. I thought Drew was here. I didn't even consider that
anyone else would be. This is awkward."

The young man smiled and shifted his chair to face me more as he opened his
legs a little. If he wasn't intending to show me that he had a pretty big
cock himself that was making his jeans bulge, he was doing a good job of
faking it.

"No need to apologize. Drew left to get some breakfast. He said you might
be up before he got back. He didn't mention that you'd be naked and sexy,
though."

I continued to blush. Normally, I would not feel this out of control of a
situation. Hell, normally, I would have just left to find some clothes, but
something made me want to stay and talk with him. And the more I looked at
him, the more I wanted to see what those jeans were hiding. All of this
felt insane, given the fact that I just met my husband, though I guess
that's a little insane too.

My attention snapped back as he made a move to stand. "I should be the one
apologizing. Hi. I'm James, Drew's room mate." He said as he walked over to
shake my hand.

As I shook his hand, I felt more attracted to him and my cock jumped a
little, which he chuckled at. My face felt very warm now. "Patrick" I said.

"So you're Drew's mate, eh? You definitely smell like it. That's awesome!"
He seemed genuinely pleased. He also seemed very hard and rather thick.

I rubbed my neck, still feeling embarrassed and out of sorts, but trying to
pull it together. "Yeah, I am. It's a little strange for me."

James nodded. "So, wanna fuck around `til he gets back?"

I blinked.

He continued, "If not, that's cool, obviously. You're just fucking sexy as
hell, and I wouldn't mind sucking you off and maybe seeing how tight Drew
left you." His matter-of-fact tone was what confused me the most about his
proposal.

More shocking, I found myself saying, "Sure."

James grabbed my cock and squeezed as I closed my eyes. I felt him come in
close and start kissing my neck and I gasped. There was something different
about this than my interaction with Drew. This was just sex. It was almost
like shaking hands, only a lot more fun. James went from my neck and kissed
his way down to my crotch. I opened my eyes to see him smiling with my cock
next to his face. He was busy fiddling with his belt and jeans.

When he finally managed to free his own cock, it looked a little shorter
than Drew's but almost as thick. He grinned as he started sucking on the
tip of my cock, teasing me. His technique was more practiced than Drew's,
but it didn't feel as intense. He jacked and squeezed his cock while he
took all of me in his mouth and throat.

I moaned. "Oh fuck!" and I felt him groan on my dick, which made me
shiver. He started bobbing up and down in earnest and it wasn't long before
I felt a very satisfying orgasm take cover.

"Fuck!" I yelled and flooded his mouth and throat with cum. He spent a few
minutes letting my cock get a little softer in his mouth before cleaning it
with his tongue, making sure not to overtax my sensitive member.

James stood up and wiped the corner of his mouth that was turned up into a
grin. He stepped closer and spoke quietly. "I could taste him on you. It
was hot."

There was something about his face and the way he said it that made it
sound like a compliment somehow. I could only nod in response.

"You still want me?" He said as he slapped his hard cock against my
body. It was slick with his pre-cum. He leaked so much that it left a small
puddle on the floor; it must be a werebear thing.

I did still want him. "Yes" I said softly.

He kissed me gently on the lips before turning me around and guiding me to
a couch in the living area. I put my hands on the back of their sofa and
bent slightly, preparing for what I knew was coming. I felt him insert one
finger and then another. I wanted something larger and moaned approvingly.

"Fuck, he left you damn wet but still pretty fucking tight." That confused
me because Drew hadn't fucked me for a least several hours, before we ate
last night anyway.

James removed his fingers and I felt the flared head of his cock position
itself against my waiting hole. "Ready?" he asked.

I responded by simply pressed back on him. He made no attempt to move and
let me force the head of his cock in my ass. The head was large enough that
there was a little pain on entry, but after a few seconds of adjustment I
started feeding my ass more of him. He must have taken this as a sign, and
he pushed all the way in. I would guess he was about 10 inches long. It was
a surprise and I attempted to not tense up. I was also surprised that it
was initially only uncomfortable instead damn painful. I felt his balls
rest against me. Once he was all the way in, he let his cock sit there for
a few seconds before thrusting in just a little deeper. Fucker. I gasped
and he slapped the side of my ass before gripping my hips tightly.

James took a few minutes to slowly work his way out and in. "You're nice
and tight. How do you like my cock?"

I was hard again, shocking I know, and leaking. "Fuck me, please." Yet
again, I felt like I wasn't the one in control of my voice.

He chuckled and started doing just that. His assault on my ass was not
gentle, and I loved it. It wasn't long before his thick cock hit my
prostate enough that I felt my second orgasm of the morning hit, staining
their couch.

James grunted at the squeezing my ass was giving his cock and thrust once
more in my ass, and then I felt him throb as hot cum filled me.. He must
have shot of twenty times before finally stopping and resting his body
against mine. After a minute he pulled himself out.

"Wait here for a sec." He said giving my ass a smack before walking off. I
had no idea where he was going, but I knew I wanted to sit down.

I heard him coming back up behind me before I felt something warm and wet
against the skin of my inner thighs. He must have gotten a wash cloth and
was now cleaning my legs and ass, being very careful at the hole. I
appreciated that. After he was finished, he helped me over to a chair that
he must have put a towel on. I gave my legs a much needed break as I looked
up at him. He was wiping off his own cock.

James met my eyes and smiled sincerely, as if nothing odd or objectionable
had just happened. I, on the other hand, felt more than a little
conflicted. When he was done, he simply pulled his pants back up and went
to put the washcloths in the laundry. He came back and sat down.

"Hey, I meant to ask. Did you want some coffee?"

I just nodded, not knowing what to say to the my mate's roomie, who I just
let fuck me.

After he had gone into the kitchen to get a cup for me, I found that my
legs felt stronger, and I made my way back to Drew's room. In the
background I heard James saying something about sugar from the kitchen. I
felt dazed and was trying not to panic about what I was going to tell Drew
about just happened. There was no way he wouldn't be able to smell James on
me.

I had managed to get almost completely dressed when I heard the front door
open and close. I froze, trying to listen to the interaction between James
and Drew. I could hear conversation, but not what was said. No one's voice
raised, so I assumed James didn't say anything about me to Drew. I heard
Drew coming down the hall and rushed to put my socks on. When he came into
the room I was finishing with my second sock. I looked up and saw his
beaming face.

"Hey babe, I got breakfast. Lots of it. I hope you're hungry." He said.

I was hungry, but didn't really feel like eating, which felt strange..

The pressure in my head was mounting, and I was afraid I'd blow the
building circuits unintentionally unless I said something. "Drew. I have to
say something that's difficult."

He frowned. "Ok." he said as he sat down next to me on the bed.

"I don't really know how to phrase this, but I had sex with your roommate
this morning." I managed to get it out without my pitch wavering. As a
point of interest, I've threatened extra planar beings of massive power
without breaking a sweat, but *this* difficult.

"Yeah..." he said still looking and sounding concerned.

Maybe he was confused, so I attempted to clarify the situation. "I, your
new mate, just let your roommate suck my cock, and dump a large load of his
cum in my ass." I admit it was a little blunt, but I needed some kind of
reaction from Drew.

"Right. I felt it while it was happening, and I could almost smell it from
the hall. Did he hurt you or something?" He said and started looking almost
angry at the possibility that James might have hurt me.

Okay, maybe I was the one who was confused. "Maybe I don't know what being
a mate means then...if I can just fuck your roommate and there's nothing
wrong with it."

His expression softened considerably. "I'm sorry. I kind of forgot this is
still really new for you."

"Clearly." I said, not feeling relaxed.

"You know how it feels when we're together?" He asked.

"Yes." The thought of it, of just him even, made me feel a little calmer.

"Was it like that this morning?"

"No. It was more casual. Really personal, but still kind of casual."

"Yup" He smiled as if that explained everything.

"Drew, I'm kind of being put through a wringer here. You're going to need
to go into some more detail before I get a strong desire to blow off steam
by summoning a snowstorm." I tried to make it clear that it was not a
figure of speech by having the sunny become cloudy.

He took his hand in mine, which helped, before going on. "Patrick, I don't
know how much you know about werebears, but we're not exactly monogamous in
the same way that other weres sometimes are. We can get a little
territorial about our mates while the bond is initially taking effect, but
after it's set, there's no need to worry. I know you're mine, and I know
that you know that I'm yours.

This didn't really clarify anything for me, but I sort of appreciated the
effort. "So what's the point, then?"

"Oh fucked if I know. I don't know that people falling in love has a point
either, but it happens."

I considered the possible implications of all this for a moment.

"What about kids?" I asked.

He chuckled. "Well, we can keep trying, but I think we may have to adopt."

I gave his hand a mild shock. "No. I mean if werebears aren't exactly
monogamous, how do you know who the father is?"

"Oh" He finally seemed to catch on. "Male/female mated pairs don't have sex
with other people unless they're expecting. And we're not all that fertile,
anyway."

I narrowed my eyes. I still wasn't quite sure how this worked. He rightly
took it as a signal to continue. "What did you feel when you met James?"

I thought about it. "Mostly I was embarrassed for being naked and thinking
he was you."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, it was like seeing a hot guy at the bar that you want to screw. Just
sort of a chemical attraction."

Drew's face brightened. "Yes! Exactly! You had an extra attraction to
him. Did it feel like it was when you met me?"

"No, it wasn't nearly as strong, and not as emotional."

"And do you feel connected to him now?"

I thought about it. "Not especially. He seems like a nice guy, I guess."

"Do you trust him?"

"Yes." I answered without thinking about it.

"It's a different kind of bond. You're not mated to each other, but
definitely more than being casual friends. It's a werebear thing."

"So every time I meet another werebear, this is going to happen? And why
now? I must met, and I know I've at least seen, a werebear before now just
out in the world." This was getting silly.

Drew was trying to figure out how to answer the question. "No, this won't
happen every time you meet another werebear. Now that I think about it, it
was likely going to happen since James and I are good friends. It's not all
that rare, but it doesn't happen all the time either. It's fun when it does
happen though. " he grinned at the last bit.

"And it's happening to me now because...?"

Drew nodded, "I don't think you're becoming a werebear based on how you
smell, but you're definitely coming about as close as you can get. Nice
beard, by the way. I can only guess, but I think the fact we've mated kind
of flipped a switch."

I ran my hand through my completely full beard that I didn't realize I
had. Something crossed my mind about my encounter with James. "And why did
James say that you left me wet? I can't have been that wet from the last
time you fucked me. Do I have special `werebear ass lube' powers now, too?"

Drew blushed a little, which I found cute---which annoyed me. He finally
said, "We kind of had sex last night."

"Did we?" I did not like the idea that we had sex and I had apparently
blacked out.

"Three times."

"Jesus Christ, Drew! How could you have fucked me three times last night
and I don't remember it? That's not ok."

He looked crestfallen. "I didn't know you blacked out. You really seemed to
want to at the time. The blackouts aren't that uncommon when people are
turning. I think it has something to do with changes in brain chemistry,
but I didn't think you were turning. I still don't. I guess I should have
thought about it as a possibility, though. I'm sorry."

I found that I hated seeing him upset, so I gave him a kiss on the
cheek. "Did I at least seem to enjoy it?"

He smiled "By the third time you were pretty tired, but yeah, you seemed to
have good time."  I sighed and thought about life for a few minutes. Drew
was considerate and let me be quiet, which I appreciated. In some ways, I
had to admit he was a good match for me.

"Drew while we're in a sharing mood, do you mind telling me about the whole
`not wanting to be a werebear anymore' thing?"

His face darkened and he retreated from me physically. Now it was my turn
to be concerned. I didn't like it. It wasn't as if I had never been
concerned about people before, but this was different.

"I turned someone." He said quietly.

"Ok. I imagine that must happen from time to time." I said, not
understanding the real problem, but not trying to be a dick about it.

"Not to me, it doesn't, and even if we decide to turn someone to be with
them...more openly..it's supposed to be consensual. And we're definitely
never supposed to turn kids."

That put a new twist on things. "So what happened?"

Drew settled into what looked like an uncomfortable posture and began his
story. "Sometimes I like to spend time in the woods, and sometimes I like
to be a bear. I'll camp out for a few days, and enjoy myself. I always make
sure I'm not near any campgrounds or anything."

He paused for a few moments struggling to replay the incident. I noticed he
refused to make eye contact with me. "A week and a half ago, I woke up to a
bug or something that I tried to swat away, only it wasn't a bug." Drew was
almost in tears now. "Some stupid kid, he could have only been about 7, had
found me and decided to get too close. Who the fuck doesn't tell their kid
to avoid sleeping bears?" He was really restraining himself.

I put my hand on his leg which he tried to avoid, but I wouldn't let him.

When he was ready, he continued. "The kid must have found me while I was
sleeping and decided to touch me. When I swatted him, one of my claws
caught him on the arm. The tiniest bit closer and I could have severed an
artery. As it was, I only just barely scratched him with one claw. He
flipped out and ran screaming. Then I flipped out when I realized what
happened. I shifted back to human form and tried to track him down."

Tears were coming out of Drew's eyes at this point, but he wouldn't wipe
them away, and he was desperately trying not to sob.

"I followed him back to his campsite. He frantically tried to tell his dad
what happened, but his dad didn't believe him given how small the scratch
was. He played along, though, and tried to help his son `track down the
bear,' me. Of course they didn't. I got the license plate on their car when
they finally packed up and left. I used it to find their address, I've
driven by a few times. In a few weeks, the moon will be full and that kid
will turn into a bear cub. And it's my fault."

I let him sit for a minute or so to collect himself. I got him a tissue and
handed it to him. "So you think if you can stop being a werebear, you can
keep him from turning" I surmised.

"I would rather not have to kill myself, but I would. And now that I've
found you, I've managed to fuck up your life, too!"

It was hard to watch it, but my massive new husbear collapsed into sobs. I
held him as best as I could and just let him cry. After a few minutes, he
got quieter.

"Drew, I know it's hard to talk about, but have you told anyone else?"

He looked at me with tired, red eyes and shook his head.

I briefly considered disposing of the kid and his father. It wouldn't be
difficult, but I suspected Drew wouldn't approve. A thought suddenly
occurred to me.

"Do you need to go to the daycare today?" I asked.

It seemed to help snap him back to the more mundane details of life. "No, I
told the manager I wouldn't be in today."

"Ok, give me a second." I said, realizing I should probably contact Gabe
given the hour. I focused on a telepathic connection.

-Gabe?-

-Yes, Captain Sleepy Head?-

-Don't be a dick, I'm having a week-

-Fine, ruin all my fun. Do you plan on being in today?-

-Yes...at some point. I'm just not sure when. My bond with Drew is adding
certain complications to his original reason for coming in the shop.-

-That sounds fun. And by fun, I mean shitty.-

-Pretty much. I need you to research ways of safely removing lycanthropy
from subjects without their knowledge.-

-Uhh...ok. Is there something you want to tell me, Patrick?-

-No, I'm not a werebear. At least I'm pretty sure I'm not. Maybe.-

-Screw that. I was worried about me-

I mentally sighed at him

-You're not a werebear either.-

-Excellent-

-Just get to work, please-

-On it-

I let the link drop.

Drew was the first to speak. "Gabe can be kind of a prick sometimes, eh?"

"Sometimes, but I think he means well enough....wait, tell me you didn't
pick any of that up?"

"Sorry, but yeah. Some of it. Not everything, though."

"Fuck. That's new." I attempted to process that new piece of
information. Clearly the mating bond was not just affecting me. "Let me
know if you start accidentally conjuring lightning or something."

Drew laughed.

"Yeah, I'm kind of not joking about that."

He stopped.

At that point James shouted at us from the kitchen. "Can we eat already?
How long do you plan on going at it?"

Perfect, just perfect. "He thinks we're fucking in here, doesn't he?" I
asked.

Drew nodded. "Yup, sounds like it."

"Is this going to be awkward because of earlier?"

"He isn't going to feel awkward about it, but he's slept with both of
us. So.."

I guess I should have realized that they probably fucked around, but I
hadn't thought of it. I wasn't sure if it bothered me or not.

Drew went on. "I do feel a little sorry for James. He's been pretty
desperate about finding a mate. I think he might be a little jealous of
us. Do you think he and Gabe would get along?"

I had trouble picturing anyone living with Gabe without wanting to strangle
him. Their living situation made me wonder a few things. "Drew, is it just
happenstance that you're living with another gay werebear? It just seems
like an odd coincidence to me." I asked as I got up and looked for my
shoes.

"They're in the other room by the front door" he said, clearly knowing what
I was looking for. "And I guess it would be an odd coincidence if either of
us were gay. Frequently weres live with each other. It saves on having
difficult conversations with humans. Besides, is it weird for you to work
with another gay warlock?"

That made me stop and give him a looked that demanded more information.

"Most werebears are just generally horny and don't have a huge preference
between men and women." he said simply. "A few have a preference toward one
gender, but mostly we'll go either way."

So perhaps I shouldn't have assumed he was gay, but when you feel this
connected to someone and you keep finding out semi-significant parts of
their lives, that you feel like you should already know, it's a little
jarring.

"I think I just need to eat something" I said, feeling a headache coming
on.

He nodded and we got up and made our way to the kitchen.

Drew didn't skimp on breakfast. There were several dozen doughnuts, a dozen
breakfast sandwiches, all kinds of fruit. He had even gotten a few pounds
of sausages. I don't know where he managed to find a breakfast deli.

Sitting beside Drew and James didn't feel as weird as I thought it would. I
didn't get any further vibe from James apart from a friendly demeanor. He
did seem like a nice guy. Gabe would wreck him, or he'd kill Gabe. Either
way.

I was fairly quiet during the meal. For the most part I was stuffing my
face, but I found I liked seeing Drew and James interact. It gave me a
little more insight into my new found mate. They joked and laughed and
generally let themselves just be themselves. I realized I never had much of
a chance to just look at him when he wasn't also focused on me. I noticed
for the first time that his hair curled just a little in the back and that
he clearly took time to trim his beard regularly--that or it just naturally
stopped growing in a very groomed fashion. He was, in many way, a normal,
sweet, happy-go-lucky guy who just happened to be able to turn into a
bear. It was all very charming. Usually, guys like this would just annoy
me; I don't know why, they just would. Drew was different, and I realized I
would do very, very dark things to whomever made him unhappy.

I had to admit I was a little envious. Warlocks of any significant power
spend a lot of time and effort suppressing our natural tendencies for
satisfying amounts of destruction and chaos. Anything too flashy, and the
rest of the warlock community will erase you. These guys were just
comfortable being themselves.

I estimated that I ate about three times as much in this one meal as I
normally do all day before feeling sated. I took a moment to close my eyes
and take it all in. It was a nice, centered feeling.

"Uhh...Patrick?" I heard Drew say hesitantly.

"Yes?" I said, staying relaxed with my eyes closed.

"You're glowing."

I opened my eyes and sure enough, he was right. I was glowing with a
moderately bright golden light. "Huh, that hasn't happened since...well,
it's been awhile." I left it at that. I didn't really want to go into the
fact that last time I felt this happy was before my last boyfriend died. I
thought it might sour the mood.

Both James and Drew looked apprehensive.

"So nothing's wrong?" Drew asked.

"Not all. Just the opposite."

"Ok..."

I smiled "My power is tied, in part, to my emotional states. Right now, I'm
very happy. So, I'm just sloughing off some excess energy in the form of
light. It's harmless, but also a little showy I guess."

"What does he mean, `his power' ?" James asked.

Drew winced a little. "I forgot to mention that Patrick is a warlock."

James whistled. "Ok. Well, your dad might freak a little bit."

"Yeah I know." Drew said, but he didn't seem very worried. I concluded that
werebears are sort of generally laidback, making them frustrating to read
unless they're very stressed.

In my youth, references to my heritage as a negative might have offended me
or made me feel concerned, but I got used to people not liking warlocks
years ago. If push came to shove, I was quite certain I could take an aging
werebear who had bone to pick with a warlock.

My glow faded

"Are you still happy?" Drew said, sounding curious more than anything else.

"Very. I just don't have a need to get rid of any excess energy."

"Maybe I should have asked before, but what sorts of things can you do?"

"Yeah." James chimed in.

"Lots of stuff. A warlock is only limited by their power, knowledge, and
talent. I'm quite powerful, somewhat knowledgeable, and talented in only a
few areas."

"Oh, like how some people can dance but other people can't." Drew reasoned.

"Sort of. It has to do with bloodline. My family is gifted at manipulating
the elements. So, I can cause a tornado without much thought, but I suck at
more subtle forms of magic. People call us `Stormlords'. It's cheesey, but
it fits."

"What `people' and what do you mean subtle magic?"

It was a little like talking to a child, but I didn't mind. I didn't think
he was stupid, just curious. "By `people' I mean other warlocks. And I'm
complete shit at gathering information, scrying, and emotional
manipulation. Fortunately, Gabe is pretty handy in those areas."

"Gabe is his assistant/former lover." Drew answered the look on James'
face.

"Oh." James replied. He seemed more interested in watching us talk than
anything else. I probably would have been, too.

"Are there lots of `Stormlords', then? I don't see a lot of lightning being
thrown around." Drew said, and I think he was trying to make a joke of
it. Little did he know...

My tone was sardonic "Oh we throw lightning around. It's why there aren't
many of us left."

They both looked confused.

"Warlocks, as a community, have a...flexible...sense of loyalty to each
other. As a whole we don't want to be discovered, but we all also have an
innate desire to play with our toys, so to speak. So, those of us with more
spectacular toys, and less self-discipline, tend to get hunted down."

"By each other?!" Drew said, seeming shocked.

"Who better?"

James chimed in again "That must make for a rough childhood."

I only smiled, not really wanting to rehash family drama just then.

At that moment I yawned and felt a sudden and staggering urge to sleep.

Drew and James grinned at each other.

"What?" I asked.

Drew explained "It's the food. Your body should adjust, but for a few
weeks, you'll need some rest after meals. We should go nap. I feel bad for
leaving you alone this morning."

Drew and I walked back to his room, leaving James to nibble on what was
left. When he closed the door he started undressing, and I was again
captivated by his body. It was equal parts sexual interest and just plain
fascination, a desire to know him completely.

He chuckled. "Go on. I don't put on a show for free."

I started to undress. When we were both naked we crawled under his sheets,
and I rested my head against his shoulder and chest as he wrapped his arm
around me. From this position, his scent was strong and it was both calming
and intoxicating, accelerating my sleepiness. Before dozing off I heard him
say, "My beautiful warlock..."

I think I must have woken up first because I could hear him snoring and his
breathing was slow. I opened my eyes and saw a sizable cock-shaped tent in
his sheets. I decided to wake him up and slid down under the sheets.

I had most about half of his huge cock in my mouth, opening my throat, when
we woke up, chuckling.

"What's a bear to do?" he said as he pulled the sheet off of us.

The taste of his cock and pre-cum made my ass twitch with desire and
expectation.

He must have sensed something because he gave it light smack.

"You really can't get enough cock for your ass, can you?"

I took my head off his dick "I've always liked getting fucked, but
whatever's going on between us has turned up the dial on that. When we're
together it's like I can't get enough sometimes."

Drew got an evil grin and said, "Let's test that theory. James, get in
here!" He yelled.

I became excited and nervous as my own erection throbbed painfully.


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