Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2012 20:33:24 -0400 (EDT)
From: Pwrlftrbear@aol.com
Subject: Falling Into Forever Chapter 2

	It had been quite a tumultuous year.  A time of losses and
discoveries, of joys and sorrows.  I suppose it all started when I finally
gave into Mikey's incessant begging to be taken to a real leather bar.
	So, we packed a bag and headed down to San Fran for the weekend.
	"This is going to be so great!" Mike said excitedly.
	We were in the motel room we had gotten for the night, changing
into our gear.  Well, into my gear.  Mike was new to the scene, so didn't
have much.  His biker chaps would work, but I let him wear one of my old
vests.
	His eyes lit up as I struggled into my harness.  Been a while since
I'd worn it.  Thank God it was adjustable.  I stuffed myself into my
codpiece and pulled on my chaps.
	"How come I gotta...?" Mike pouted, tugging at his jeans that he
had on under his chaps.
	"We will be out in public," I said, reaching out to grab a handful
of his chest fur and pulling him to me.  "Besides, you look hot enough like
that.  Leave a little something to the imagination."
	I grabbed the packed bulge of his crotch, feeling it swell beneath
my hand.
	"Or in your case, a lot to the imagination," I growled.  He grinned
broadly as I ran my hands under his vest.
	"Speaking of which," I said, reaching over to pull a strip of
rubbers out of my bag, tucking them into the inner pocket of his vest.
"We're going to be among norms...."
	"I know.  I know.  APS."
	"Always Play Safe," I smiled.  "Now let's go."
	I grabbed my vest and straightened my biker's cap and ushered him
out into the night.

	"Woof!" Mike grunted as we entered the dimly lit bar.
	The room was packed with leather clad bodies.  The air carried the
scent of smoke, sweat, and cum.  He looked at me hopefully.
	"Go on," I urged.
	The fresh meat moved into the room and I chuckled as I saw where he
was headed.
	The daddy bear had locked eyes with Mikey as soon as we walked in.
And...well, Mikey did have a thing for older guys.  Can't say as I blame
him.
	It was hard to tell how old he was.  In the dim light, was hard to
tell if his hair was white or blond.  He had a nice build, solid and furry,
with an all over tan.  With as little as he had on was easy to tell.
	I chuckled to myself as I moved to the bar.
	"Whatever you've got on tap," I told the bartender, then turned to
keep an eye on Mike.  As I half expected, he'd approached the daddy bear.
	"Here's your drink, sir," came a voice from my right.
	Absently, I reached out, clasping the glass, bringing it toward my
mouth before I was struck by its warmth.
	"What the fuck?" I snarled, turning.
	"What's the matter Jimbo?  You prefer it straight from the tap?"
	The little fucker only came up to my chest.  He was squeezed into a
tight pair of leather pants, a studded harness crossing his barrel chest.
Spiky, sandy blond hair framed his broad face, currently split with a grin.
	"Frank?  What the hell are you doing here?"
	"What?  It's my bar."
	"You're kidding."
	"Not at all.  Caught your scent as soon as you and the kid walked
in."
	"Damn.  I must be getting rusty," I chuckled, reaching out to tweak
one of his thick nipples.
	"Know to stay downwind from your kind," he grunted.  "You're higher
on the food chain."
	"Didn't know you were on the menu," I said, licking my lips.
	"Well, you can eat me any time," he said with a wink.  "So how's
the drink?"
	His eyes glowed in challenge.
	I brought the glasses to my lips and the golden liquid flowed down
my throat.  I caught the last of it in my mouth, savoring the salty flavor,
then lashed out, grabbing him by the throat.  I forced his jaw open and
spat the remainder into his mouth.
	He shivered and moaned.  He pulled me down into a lip lock.
	"Want to show this crowd how real men fuck?" he whispered in my
ear.
	"Dunno," I chuckled.  "How would we know what real men would do?"
	"Got that right," he rumbled.  "But I really want that bear meat up
my ass."
	"You asked for it," I growled, pulling him up.  I spun him around
and pushed him down over a barstool.  I reached down and found the zipper
along the crack of his pants, exposing his hairy ass.
	We were beginning to draw a crowd.  I hid a smile at the round of
gasps as I ripped off the pouch of my codpiece.  I spat onto my cock and
spread his cheeks.
	For a moment, Mike's voice rang in my ears.
	"APS."
	But lust overwhelmed it.  Besides, I didn't have to worry with
Frank.
	I held my hooded cock against his pucker, letting it get lubed up
good.
	"How bad do you want it, Frankie?" I growled.
	In answer he pushed himself back, impaling himself on my cock with
a squeal.  I gave a hard thrust and buried my dick deep inside him.  I
began pummeling his ass, smirking at the men gathered around us pulling on
their hardons as they watched the show.
	"His other end in unoccupied," I growled.
	But not for long.  One after another, they began offering Frank his
choice of meat.  I lost track of how many loads he took while I plowed him,
but finally it got to be too much.  I pulled out of his hole and grabbed a
handful of his hair.  I spun him around and shoved my slimy cock into his
mouth.  With a roar, I blasted my bear cum down his throat.
	I was panting heavily, shuddering as he nursed on my sensitive head
when I suddenly tensed.  Mine wasn't the only bear load I could smell.
	I scanned the room and zeroed in on Mike.  He was groaning, his
hands holding the daddy bear's hair as he blasted off down his throat.
	Even from across the room, I could tell he wasn't rubbered up.
	With a snarl, I pulled away from Frank and pushed my way through
the crowd.  As I stormed up to them, Mike's glassy gaze focused on me and
sudden fright filled his eyes.
	I grabbed him and shoved him against the wall.
	"You little shit head," I hissed.  "What did I tell you?"
	"I'm sorry, Papa.  But you...."
	I shook my head savagely, trying the ignore the truth of his words.
Then I returned my glare to him.
	"Frank's like us," I snarled softly.  "This one's not.  Or at least
wasn't"
	"Hey!" the daddy bear said defensively, wiping the cum from his
mouth.
	I reached out and grabbed him by his harness.  I pulled his face
close to mine, Mike's load rank on his breath, his scent already beginning
to change.
	"You're coming with us," I growled.
	A smile touched his lips and his eyes glowed.
	"Yes sir!"

	All the way back to the motel I couldn't even speak.  I was furious
with Mike, but just as angry at myself.
	Once the door was locked behind us, I rounded on him.
	"What the hell were you thinking?" I growled.  "You know we can't
just go doing that.  Did you even think about what you were going to do to
him?"
	"Dude!  He didn't do anything I didn't want," the daddy bear began.
	"You got a name...dude?" I spat.
	"Cliff.  And he couldn't give me anything I ain't already got," he
said with a sheepish smile.
	"Papa?" Mike said softly.  "Did I have any more choice?  Did you?"
	I rocked back on my heels.
	"He had his own life to live," I shot back, trying to keep my anger
going.  "You ready to give that up, son?"
	I turned to look at Cliff and he glared back defiantly.
	"Son?  You can't be that much older than me," he smirked.
	"Oh, I'm betting I've got a good century and a half on you.  By
taking his load, you've ended the life you had.  If you survive the next
few months, you'll become like us."
	He took a step back, sudden fear crossing his face.
	"Like...like what?" he said swallowing heavily.
	Good.  He finally realized I wasn't playing.
	"Show him, Mikey," I ordered.
	Mike shed his clothes and shook his arms, tilting his head to crack
his neck.  I glanced at Cliff as he relaxed and began to smile again until
the muscles began shifting beneath Mike's skin.  His eyes opened wide and
his mouth dropped open as coarse fur began pushing through the dark red
hair covering Mike's flesh.
	Finally, a full grown grizzly bear stood before us.
	"Holy fuck," Cliff breathed.
	He took a step closer to Mike, then another.  He reached out to
stroke his muzzle.  Mike's long tongue flicked out, caressing his wrist.
He groaned, his head falling back, eyes closing.
	"What do I have to do first?" he said, turning his face to me.
	"Don't ask me," I said, letting my anger go.  "Ask your papa."