Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2012 17:26:29 -0400 (EDT)
From: Pwrlftrbear@aol.com
Subject: Standing On the Edge of Forever Chapter 40

					40

	The next several days were hard.  On all of us.  Hardest, perhaps,
on Brian.  But you couldn't tell by him.  He did everything we asked him to
without complaint.  Mostly.
	I'm afraid we had messed up their routine, but we didn't have time
for niceties.  By the time Paul would satisfy his carnal needs, I'd have a
hearty breakfast ready.
	Then, the four of us would head downstairs.  I was mighty impressed
how strong he already was.  Not our level...quite.  But strong nonetheless.
	The sounds of powerful men lifting hard and the smell of sweaty
bears always had a predictable effect on all of us.  So the gym's alter ego
got a lot of use as well.
	After lunch, we'd head outside, rain or shine.  Sometimes we'd hike
through the woods or go for a swim in the lake.  He spoke about the times
he had been here, occasionally causing his face to sadden.
	Other times, he'd get that wicked twinkle in his eye and I knew to
brace myself.  Like the first day, we were standing on the small boat dock.
He got that look, then tipped Paul into the lake.
	He surfaced, sputtering.
	"What the fuck!" he roared.
	"Oh, Papa," Brian said innocently.  "You must have tripped."
	"Tripped, my ass," he growled, wiping water out of his eyes.  "You
want to play Camp Grenada."
	"Camp Grenada?" I asked while Jim started chuckle.
	"Don't leave me...out in the forest where...I might...get eaten by
a bear," Brian sang.  "Like that's supposed to be a bad thing?"
	"Let's find out out," Paul growled, beginning to shift.
	"Eek!" Brian squeaked, pressing his hands against his cheeks.  "A
bear!"
	Then he turned tail and ran, Paul pulling himself out of the drink.
He shook himself, spraying us with water.  He roared over our protests and
barreled off after his cub.
	Jim glanced at me and I just shook my head.  Paul was more amused
than really angry.
	I watched as Brian sped around the lake, running easily over the
uneven ground.  He moved very well for someone of his size.  Even so, by
the time he reached the far side of the lake, Paul was catching up.
Suddenly, Brian ducked around a large tree.  He crouched, then leaped up,
catching one of the lower branches and swinging himself up into the tree.
	"Whoa!" exclaimed Jim.
	"Hmmm," was all I said.
	Paul came lumbering around the tree, swinging his head back and
forth.  He seemed to be sniffing the air.  He looked up and Brian's
laughter echoed across the water.  Paul shifted back to fully human and
stood with his hands on his hips.  We couldn't hear what they were saying,
but Brian jumped down, landing lightly in front of Paul.  Paul opened his
arms and Brian stepped into his embrace.  They stood kissing, hands
exploring each others bodies.  Abruptly, Paul pushed Brian roughly back
against the tree.  Paul knelt before him, taking the head of his cock into
his mouth.  He began tapping the back of his hand against Brian's low
hanging nuts.  Brian's hands flew above his head, hands scrabbling at the
barks as his guttural moans floated through the still air.
	"Damn," Jim sighed.
	I glanced down and saw his thick sap oozing out of his puckered
foreskin.  I knelt on the dock and grabbed his hard shaft, the sticky flow
running across my fingers.  I slipped my tongue into the fleshy folds
sheathing his cock head.  The heady musk of stewed cock juice and sweaty
bear crotch filled my nostrils.  I felt Rick urging me to slip my tongue
into that ripe sleeve, to tickle under his head with the tip of my tongue.
Jim moaned, arching his back, grabbing two fistfuls of my hair.  I nursed
on his swollen head, feeling his pre-cum flowing from his piss slit.  One
hand wandered up his solid body, his coppery fur tickling my palm.  I let
Rick guide my hand to heft Jim's furry sack.  As I worked his thick cock
down my throat, his nuts bounced in my hand.
	I dropped my hand from his belly to grab my own leaking rod.  I
coated my finger with my own sap and reached back up, running my sticky
fingertips around his tit.  I flicked it and he drove further down my
throat.  Jim was growling and cursing, echoed by Brian's cries from across
the lake.  My other hand moved behind his nuts, Rick's voice whispering in
my mind.  I clenched my fist, pressing my knuckles into his taint.
	He let out a roar, forcing my nose into his fragrant bush, his nuts
riding up onto his shaft as he blew his load down my tightening throat.
Phantom caresses brought me off as well, my cum blasting between his legs
to rain down onto the lake.
	Jim stumbled back, his dick slipping wetly from my gullet.  His
hands dropped to my shoulders to steady himself as I grinned up at him.  He
pulled me to my feet, his tongue searching my mouth for the remnants of his
load.
	We turned to see them wandering towards us, Brian with his head
against Paul's shoulder.
	"Well?" Jim chuckled as they drew near.
	"I was right," Brian said, happily.  "Nothing wrong with being
eaten by a bear."



	Late that afternoon, I asked Paul if he'd mind me spending some
time alone with his cub.  He just shrugged and winked at me.
	"Well, that'd be up to him," he said.  "He may be my cub, but I
don't own him."
	"No, you don't," Brian said softly, brushing his lips against
Paul's.  "But I'm yours, nonetheless."
	He stepped away from his papa, letting his hand trail through
Paul's chest hair.  He took the hand I held out and I turned him uphill.
His eyes brightened and he led me to a secluded spot.  Large, mossy rocks
perched above the lake, giving a lovely view of the lake.  Thick trees
shaded the grotto from the hot, afternoon sun.
	I sat on the cool stone, leaning against a stout tree.  I patted
the ground next to me and he sank down, cuddling up next to me, resting his
head against my shoulder.  I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, kissing
his forehead softly.
	"I just want to talk with you a bit," I temporized.  And I did, but
I also wanted some physical contact with him.  The more that happened, the
more likely he would be able to 'recognize' me later.
	"About what," he said, hesitantly.
	"You, mostly," I chuckled, hugging him briefly.  "What was that
about?"
	I felt his cheeks warm against my chest.
	"Well, there's a few reasons" he said softly.  "Ever since you got
back from the store, he's been so...tense.  Whatever you told him about me,
and I know you were talking about me," he said, glancing at me accusingly,
"It...scared him.  I was hoping if I acted the playful cub, he'd remember
that no matter what happens, he'll always be my papa."
	"Smart cub," I chuckled, feeling the agreement within me.
	He looked up at me in surprise.  He had felt the spirits within me,
which was part of why I had wanted to be alone with him.  The more he felt
them now, the less likely it would overwhelm him later.
	"I was also thinking about what you said.  About how hard it is to
let someone else take care of me.  I may be overcompensating."
	I felt his lips twitch against my flesh and I tousled his hair.
	"Then, too, I...I guess I never really had a chance to be a child.
Dad was always pushing lessons on us.  Didn't know I still knew how to
be...playful."
	"This may seem a strange thing to ask, but what are you most afraid
of?" I asked.  Joe had touched on this issue, but I wanted to hear it from
his lips...well, his voice.
	He drew his head up and looked at me seriously.
	"Why?" he asked, his eyes troubled.
	"Well," I temporized, "I think it's important to know one's
strengths and weaknesses.  Don't you?"
	"Well, I seem to be dealing with mine," he chuckled.
	"What?"
	"It's silly," he sighed, dropping his eyes.
	I lifted his chin, making him look me in the eyes.
	"A fear named is a fear defeated," I urged.
	"I'm...I was afraid that I couldn't die," he said softly, giving me
a sad smirk.  "And look what happened."
	"And why would you afraid of that?" I asked gently.
	He took a slow breath.
	"I've always known I was attracted to men," he began, laying his
head back against me.  "You knew my grandfather.  You know how he would
have felt about that if he'd known."
	"Yes.  Bill was always pretty prudish."
	"Prudish?" he laughed bitterly.  "He was a deacon in the Baptist
church.  Prudish doesn't begin to describe it.  So, I grew up, knowing what
I was and hating myself.  I prayed every night to be made 'normal'.  I
tried to make myself straight.  Dated a few girls.  All it did was prove to
me how wrong it was.  I would be living a lie and I couldn't do that.  It
became too much for me to bear and one night, I decided to kill myself."
	We laid in silence for a long time.
	"What happened?" I said at last, my throat tight at the thought of
how I might have lost him before I had even found him.
	"That's what happened," he said with an anguished laugh, holding
out his unblemished arm.  "I tried to slash my wrists, but the cuts healed
almost as soon as I made them.  I cut myself.  Again and again.  Each time,
the wounds would heal without a sign.  After that, I became pretty
reckless, doing stupid stuff."
	I rolled over and wrapped myself around his shuddering body.
	"Finally, I came to a realization there must be a reason.  I
thought it was a punishment for being the way I was.  That I couldn't die
and would be alone forever.  Just live on while everything and everyone I
love would fall away, leaving me all alone," he sobbed, his body shaking.
	I found his words resonating within me.  So much I had known was
gone, though not forgotten.
	"It's not as silly as you might think," I said at last.  "You've
lost so much already.  So why did you let Paul breed you?"
	"Because I love him.  Because I'd be less likely to lose him, too,"
he said and I felt something within him slam shut and I found I could no
longer feel him.
	I just held him, whispering words of comfort while I grew more
uneasy.  He was struggling with something and until he let me in, I
couldn't help him.  All I could tell was it had something to do with Joe.
And if he didn't resolve it, it could end up tearing him apart.



	I almost told him.  But I couldn't let him know.  What would he
think of me if he knew the truth?  What would Paul think?
	I...knew he couldn't actually read my thoughts, but could he tell
what a terrible, horrible cub I really am?
	Yes, I wanted Paul to change me because I love him, but I also
wanted it because I thought as long as I remembered those I loved, in some
way, they would live on.
	I didn't want them to know how selfish I really was.



	He drifted off into a troubled slumber, leaving me alone with my
thoughts.  This young man had been through so much, but I believe even
worse lay ahead of him.
	Of course, I didn't know for sure.  As far as I know, there has
never been another one like him, though of late, there have been a few
werebears with...odd abilities popping up.  From what I knew, however, they
had undergone normal changes.  Mostly.
	I looked down at this young man huddled against me, trustingly.  To
say he presented me a conundrum was an understatement.  I didn't believe in
some all-knowing, all-powerful deity.  Hell, I had outlived many of those
so called 'gods'.  Been called such myself, several times over the
millenniums.  Was he a sign that at long last, my time was drawing to an
end?  The weight of years pressed upon me.  I understood his fear, living
through it myself.  It's not easy to watch as everything around you fade
away while you remain.
	Those within me rose to comfort me, making me smile sadly.  What
would happen to them, I had asked myself over the years, if something
happened to me?  Now I wonder if they would pass onto him, if he survives
what comes.  Or would he only hold those who pass after he comes into his
full power?  At any rate, I'm not ready to find out, yet.  I still have
much to do.
	I shook myself from the funk that had taken me.  I paused,
considering.  Yes, I knew how he felt.  I've lived with it for years beyond
count.  So why this...depression.  Was he making me feel what he does?  If
so, how strong he'll be if he can get through my own defenses.
	I looked down at him and smiled as I felt his barriers melting
away.  His body relaxed against me, his breath warm against my chest.  His
long lashes lay heavy against his face, moisture gathering at the tips.  A
single tear squeezed from the corner of his eye, running along his nose to
hang, quivering from the tip.  I caught it on my fingertip and brought it
to my lips.
	I was standing atop a cliff perched high above the sea.  Waves
pounded against the jagged rocks far below, making the ground beneath my
feet vibrated with every blow.  The warm breeze carried a light, familiar
scent on its breath.  I knew this place, from long, long ago.  It was home.
	I was shaken out of my vision as Brian surged up with a cry.  He
clutched his calf, his foot held at an awkward angle.
	"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he swore as he stumbled to his feet and began
hobbling back and forth.
	"Brian?" I asked, rising and going to him.
	"Just a cramp," he hissed, clutching at the tree trunk to keep
himself upright.
	He grunted as his left arm clenched.
	"Could you give me a hand," he said with a grimace.
	I grabbed his arm at the wrist and the elbow and slowly extended
it.  It wasn't easy.  It was clenched tightly and I didn't want to hurt
him.  Finally it reached some point and the tension snapped as a sigh
escaped his lips.  He held his arm out straight, the muscles twitching and
jumping beneath his skin.
	"Did you pick up any bananas, by any chance?" he panted, leaning
against the tree.
	"Yep," I said.  "Good source of potassium."
	He turned to try to hobble downhill but I caught him before he
fell.  I swept him into my arms and carried him back to the house.
	"Brian!" Paul cried as I strode into the house.  He rushed to take
his cub from my arms.
	"I'm alright," Brian reassured him, wrapping his arms around Paul's
neck.  "Just got hit with a charlie horse."
	I turned toward the kitchen and heard the buzz of the blender.  Jim
was pouring a thick liquid into a large glass, one of the jugs of protein
powder sitting open beside the blender.
	"Here you go," he said, handing it to me.  "One werebear smoothie."
	"You're a good papa," I chuckled, taking the glass.
	"Good uncle, this time," he laughed.
	I went back into the living room where Paul was sitting on the
floor in front of his cub, massaging Brian's calf.  Brian clutched at the
couch back, making amusing grunts and gasps.
	"Thanks," he panted, taking the glass and sipping the thick liquid.
"Hate to say it, but I think I've found a pain I don't like."
	Paul chuckled with me.  Jim walked in carrying a plate of
sandwiches and set them on the coffee table.
	"Fuck," Brian groaned, snatching a sandwich.  "I just ate a big
lunch a couple of hours ago, but I'm starving."
	"You're burning through more calories than usual.  That's what's
causing the cramps," I said.
	"So in other words, shut up and eat," he said around a mouthful of
food.
	"And don't talk with your mouth full," Paul teased, wiping the
smear of mustard from Brian's beard.
	Brian swallowed.
	"Well, maybe you need to stick something in my mouth," he grinned.
	"Later," Paul said, sticking his yellowed fingers into Brian's
mouth.  "You can't suck and eat at the same time."
	Brian turned to Jim with a raised brow.
	Jim roared with laughter.
	"Don't be so sure about that, Bro," he said.  "Don't be so sure."



	And so the week went on.  Jim and I tried to give them time to
themselves, but Brian's sexual needs were enough to wear out even the
horniest werebear.  Brian did his best to keep his libido in check, but it
would end up driving him to distraction.  Of course, none of us were loath
to help him out.  He had been packing on a lot of mass, though I was still
worried about his body fat levels.  He was already burning off calories
nearly as fast as he could take them in.
	His body continued to protest the abuse we were putting it under,
despite our best efforts.  He did, however have something that helped.
	"Oh, yeah," he sighed as he sank down.  "That's the ticket."
	"Are you sure you're not half fish?" Jim asked.
	"If I was, I'd be boiled by now," he purred, the swirling water of
the hot tub splashing against his neck, soaking his beard.
	I'd had to agree with him.  The heat relaxed the tight muscles.
Well, mostly, depending on where the jets were aimed.
	Jim slipped into the water behind Brian and began rubbing his tense
traps.
	"Jimmy gives the best massages," I leered.
	"Dunno," chuckled Paul as he began rubbing my shoulders.  "Brian is
damn good, too."
	"Years of kneading clay," Brian responded, then moaned, his chin
dropping to his chest as Jim pressed into the column of his neck.  "I'll do
anything you ask. Just don't stop."
	"Anything?" Jim said archly.
	"Careful," Paul called.  "He's already expecting a happy ending."
	"Duh," Brian replied, cracking open an eye to glance at his papa.
	Paul just laughed as he continued his ministration to my delts, his
dick pressed into the crack of my ass.  He wrapped his legs around my
waist, resting his heels atop my knees.
	"You're no slouch, either," I told Paul as he worked at a knot in
my latissimus dorsi.
	"Had some good teachers," he whispered in my ear.  "Not sure how
long he's going to last."
	I turned my head to look at him out of the corner of my eyes.
	"Just wait," he said softly, his amusement making his body vibrate
against mine.
	Sure enough, it wasn't long before Brian's head fell back against
Jim's shoulder, his eyes rolling back in his head.  A growl rose from his
chest as he spun and threw himself at Jim.  Jim was at first surprised by
the sudden assault, but quickly gave in.  Brian's mouth pressed hungrily
against Jim's, their bodies grinding together, their fur swirling in the
roiling water.
	Jim's arms flew out as he started slipping down the slick wall,
scrambling to catch the edge.  Brian caught him under the armpits and
easily lifted him with a splash to sit on the edge of the tub.  He rose
from the water, his dark pelt plastered against his back, a dark line
trailing into the crack of his ass.  He clambered out and straddled his
uncle.  Jim just sat there, grinning, arms braced, holding him up as Brian
grabbed his rod and aimed it toward his ass.  I could see his pucker
winking, opening to accept the slick bear cock head.  Once he got that dick
inside him, he placed his hands on Jim's shoulders and sank all the way
down with a sigh.
	"Well, looks like one muscle got relaxed from the hot water," I
chuckled.
	"Let's see," Paul said enigmatically as he moved from behind me.
	We crossed the tub.  Paul crouched down to get a closer look at his
cub's ass impaled by Jim's hard spike.  His tongue flicked out, licking at
Jim's balls, making him shudder.  He licked up the thick shaft to where it
met Brian's ass.  He added his spit to the lube leaking from his brother's
cock.
	He rose up, his black fur laying in wet whorls, his hardon jutting
out in front of him.  He grabbed his cub's hips and lifted him off Jim's
dick.  His hole gaped open momentarily before Paul filled it with his own
cock.
	"Oh, Papa!" Brian cried, beads of sweat running down his forehead.
	He shook his head to clear his eyes, his sweat spraying me as I
watched them, stroking my big bear cock.
	Paul plowed his ass for several strokes, then pulled out and
slammed him down onto Jim's dick.  Back and forth, they shared the younger
man's hole.
	"Ready, Cub?" Paul growled.
	Brian groaned incoherently.
	Jim held still so just his head was in Brian's hole.  Paul bent
Brian forward and aimed his dick at his already stuffed sphincter.
	I felt a dollop of pre-cum ooze out my piss slit as Paul's cock
head pushed into Brian alongside his brother's.
	Brian's back arched and he began cursing, his hands clawing at
Jim's chest hair.  He gritted his teeth and began pushing himself back onto
the double shafts piercing his ass.
	"Damn, Brian," I said.  "Are you okay?"
	"Reach between us and find out," Jim panted.
	I reached down his furry belly to find his fur matted with Brian's
cock snot.  The head of his cock poked at my hand, hard and round like an
oversized plum.
	"Fuck!" I exclaimed, bringing my sticky fingers to my mouth.  The
boys began working their shafts into him, moving in unison.  Brian was
pressed between the two bears, eyes glazed with lust, mouth hanging open.
With a grin, I moved to straddle Jim's head and offer my leaking cock to
the cub.  He latched onto it, sucking the wet head into his mouth.  Jim
grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his face.  I felt his thick beard
scratching at my crack as his tongue sought out my rosebud.  I reached out,
grabbing Paul's tits between my fingers and pulling him into a sloppy kiss.
Each time either of them thrust into him, Brian was forced further down on
my dick.  Suddenly, a muffled roar came from Jim as he blasted his load up
Brian's packed ass.  The added lubrication proved too much for Paul and he
added his own load of spunk to the mess leaking from his cub's battered
hole.  Brian humped away at his uncle's belly while he coaxed the sperm
from my nuts.
	Paul pulled his dick from his sloppy hole and dropped down to lick
the mixed loads seeping from his cub's ass onto his brother's hairy nuts.
	Brian rose shakily, peeling himself off of Jim, his load sticking
their fur together in a splendid mess and rolled onto his back, panting.
	Paul stepped between his sprawled legs, his fingers probing his
slick hole.
	"Guess we don't need to build that garage after all," Brian gasped.
	"Why's that?" Paul asked, bending to let his cub lick his cum
smeared beard.
	"Bet you could park a Mack truck in there right now."