Date: Thu, 24 May 2012 04:31:55 -0400 (EDT)
From: Pwrlftrbear@aol.com
Subject: Standing On the Edge of Forever Chapter 25

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						25

	"Nicholas Clauss?" the border officer said with a raised eyebrow.
	It had taken a couple of weeks to reach this crossing into the
States.
	"Yes," I said with a convincing sigh.  "And no, I don't know what
my parents were thinking.  Doesn't help that I ended up looking like this.
Was worse for my sister though."
	"Oh?" he said as he scanned my paperwork.
	"Yeah.  They named her Sandy.  At least she was able to get
married."
	He choked, trying to keep a straight face.  He was kind of cute, in
a skinny kind of way.
	"Sorry about all the hassle," he said.  "But that's the world we
live in."
	"Oh, I understand completely," I smiled sadly.  "Lost one of my
sons when the towers fell."
	His eyes darkened and I felt an echo of pain from him.  Don't know
if he lost someone, too, or it was just the loss of innocence he felt.
	"His son just had his first child, so I'm on my way to visit."
	"Long ride?" he asked.
	"You could say that.  Cheaper than a car, though.  But I like a
good, long ride."
	He blushed at my innuendo and I smiled secretively.
	"Is this agent giving you a hard time, Nick?" came a deep, familiar
voice from behind me.
	The officer straightened.  I looked over my shoulder, smiling at
the large, uniformed black man striding towards us.  He had a trimmed black
beard shot with streaks of gray and filled out his uniform nicely.
	"Not at all," I said.  "He's just doing his job."
	I smiled at the agent's obvious discomfiture.
	"Don't worry, son.  Benji and I are old friends," I chuckled.
	"I wish you wouldn't call me that," he growled.
	"Sorry," I said with a wink at the young agent.  "Benjamin and I
are old friends."
	"Why don't you park that thing over there and come to my office?"
he grunted.
	The agent handed me my paperwork back and I parked my bike.  I
climbed the stairs to the door Ben had gone through.  The blinds on the
windows were closed against the afternoon sun.
	As I walked in, the door closed behind me and I heard it lock.
Suddenly I was engulfed in a bear hug, warm lips against mine.
	"Nick?" I said when we pulled apart.
	"I...overheard.  Caught your scent as soon as you pulled in.  Or do
you prefer Grandpapa?" he purred, holding me tight to him.
	"Well, you can still call me Papa, just like you used to."



	"I still have a couple of hours before I get off," he leered as
ground his crotch against mine.  "Think you could stay and visit?"
	"That can be arranged," I laughed, grabbing his firm ass.  "I've
got plans, but not in that much of a hurry."
	"I'll give Jay a call and let him know you're in town.  Know he'll
be glad to see you, too," he winked.
	He gave me directions and a goodbye kiss.
	As I rode out, my thoughts wandered back in time.  I had come to
this new world a while after Rick had.  He had been part of Leif Ericson's
crew when they first came here.  I hesitate to say discover since there
were natives here already.
	I will say, when I finally crossed the ocean, I was quite taken
with the indigenous people.  They were in many way more civilized than the
invaders.  They were more in touch with the natural world, knowing the true
distinction between natural and unnatural.  They tended to view us almost
as deities, like so many others had over the centuries.
	I watched with great grief as they were driven ever further from
their lands.  But the cruelty man continually shows his own kind is, as
I've said before, appalling.
	It was brought home anew when I first met Ben.  It was the
mid-1800's.  At that point, it was in some ways harder to get around, in
other ways, easier.  I had been settled at my camp for several weeks when I
heard a ruckus and went to investigate.  I found a group of men brutally
beating a black man.  When I tried to question their actions, one man
snarled at me that the black man was an escaped slave and they were
teaching him a lesson.  It takes a lot to make me lose my temper, but that
was enough.  I allowed some of them to get away, terror burning through
their minds till their dying days.
	The slave was heavily injured.  He had seen what I had done to his
attackers, what I was.  I knelt beside him, inspecting his injuries.  He
watched me warily, one eye swollen shut, blood dripping from his cracked
lips.  His legs had been broken and I could tell there was some major
internal damage.  I told him I could save him, but he could never go back.
He laughed weakly, blood beginning to dribble from his nose.
	I did what I had to in order to get him stable enough to travel and
brought him to my camp.  I let him rest that night, then in the morning,
broke camp and carried him north.  I knew word would spread about the
attack and it would be best to not stay in the area.
	Once we reached an area beyond the normal ken of the settlers, we
settled in to wait for his first change.  At first, he was fearful of
pursuit, and perhaps fearful of me.  Or more accurately, what I would think
of him.  Eventually, I got the story of what had really happened.  It
turned out that he had fled his former owners after they had found him
sleeping with another man.
	Perhaps he thought I would find that revolting.  I proved him
wrong.  Again and again.  After his change, we decided to head further
north where he would fit in better.
	"And looks like he's fitting in quite well," I thought as I pulled
up to the address he had given me.  It was a very nice house on the
outskirts of town.
	I parked my bike and walked up to the porch.  As I raised my hand
to knock, the door opened.
	"Grandpapa!"
	"Sanjay!  Good to see you," I said, smiling into his clear green
eyes, framed by thick black lashes.  His bright white teeth shone against
his dark coppery skin as he smiled up at me.  He was not as bulky as Ben
and he barely reached the top of my chest.
	"Good to see you, too," I replied, as he wrapped his arms around
me.
	"What brings you to town?"
	"I thought I'd visit some of my family," I grinned as he pulled my
shirt open.  "Don't you want to wait 'til Ben gets home?"
	"He's had you to himself plenty of times," he smiled then licked
the tip of my nipple.  His tongue swirled around the hard nub, making me
shiver.
	"No wonder Ben keeps you around," I moaned.
	"Well, my people did create the Kama Sutra," he chuckled, running
his hands lightly up my sides.
	"Bet you could write a Kuma Sutra," I growled, pulling his tie
loose.
	"No, but I think you could, though," he laughed, tugging me
upstairs.
	He led me to a room holding mostly a large bed.  He ran his hands
up my chest, pushing my shirt off my shoulders.  His fingers dragged
through my fur, gently tugging, stroking my skin, baring my flesh.  My
jeans fell to the floor as he undid the buttons, releasing my turgid pole.
	"Like Papa, like Cub," he purred, running his fingernails along the
underside of my shaft, making it leap and throb.
	He pushed me and I fell back and watched eagerly as he slowly
stripped his clothes off, revealing his lithe body, covered with silky
black hair.
	"Roll over," he ordered when he was gloriously nude, his dark head
beginning to peek through his long foreskin.
	"What do you have in mind?" I chuckled as I complied.
	"You'll see," he teased, straddling my back.  His strong hands
began massaging my back, making me moan in pleasure.  Without fail, he
hunted out the tightest knots, smoothing away the aches of the long ride.
He ran his palms across my shoulders as his dick leaked into the fur of my
lower back.
	"Are you going to use that thing?" I groaned under his
ministrations.
	"You bears," he chuckled.  "Only one thing on your minds.  There's
more to sex than mindless rutting, you know."
	"Oh, I know.  Just like to be reminded once in a while."
	He laid his body down on mine, letting me feel his throaty chuckle
vibrating throughout him.
	"Just my way of thanking you," he whispered in my ear.
	"For what?" I replied softly.
	"For introducing me to Ben," he answered, licking the back of my
neck and gently blowing across the moist flesh.
	"I figured you'd be good for each other," I murmured.
"No...issues?"
	"Well, he's had his cubs, I've had mine.  But we always seem drawn
back together."
	"That's good."
	"That's very good," he purred and I could feel his silky fur
becoming denser.  His weight increased on top of me as his paws continued
their ceaseless kneading.  I could feel his tail twitching back and forth
between my legs.
	"Should I change as well," I laughed, turning my head to look into
his slitted eyes.
	"Please!" he hissed.
	I willed myself half way to my bear form.  It allowed finer
manipulations than a bear could manage that way.  It also allowed me to
speak intelligibly, or at least somewhat.  Enough that we could still talk.
	He was larger than he had been, but then, so was I.  Whereas my fur
was a dark, greyish brown, his was black and orange striped.
	"That's one thing I wish I had," I admitted as he retracted his
claws.  "Sometimes they get in the way."
	"Guess you can't have everything, Grandpapa Bear," he laughed as he
embraced me, his whiskers tickling my nose.
	"I know something I can have," I growled, pushing him onto his
back.
	He pulled his legs back behind his arms, fully exposing his hole.
	"Ahhh, to be that limber," I growled, aiming my leaking cock at his
pucker.  I pushed in and sank balls deep as he howled.
	"Damn!" he snarled.  "Good thing Ben keeps me loosened up."
	"I love bears, but a little pussy once in a while is good, too."
	"Oh, my God!" he laughed.  "How long have you been sitting on that
one?"
	"Dunno.  Prefer sitting on other things," I shot back.
	"Something like this?" Ben said from behind me.
	We looked back to see him grabbing his cock through his uniform
pants.
	"Yeah!  I love sitting on that," I leered.  "Though another
position might be a little easier right now."
	"I think I can come up with something," he grinned as he quickly
stripped.
	His big pink head was pushing out of the heavy folds of his
foreskin.  As he walked toward us, he was already changing.  Thick, white
fur pushed through the curly black hair covering his body.
	"Bet you never knew polar bears were black under their fur, did
you?" I laughed down at Jay.
	"I didn't, but I do now," he purred, pulling me down so Ben could
get a better shot at my ass.
	"Mmmm," Ben growled.  "Papa sandwich."
	"Might be old, but my meat's still good," I grunted as he shoved
his way into my hole.
	"Damn, Papa.  How you stay so tight?" Ben snickered as he drove my
dick deeper into Jay.
	"Just lucky, I guess," I panted.
	"If not, you will be," Jay promised.