Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2012 16:44:06 -0400 (EDT) From: Pwrlftrbear@aol.com Subject: Stepping Into Forever 5 5 I gradually awoke, the rank scent of bear sex heavy in the room. My ass throbbed from the assault it had withstood, dried cum coating my hairy crack. His cock lay heavily against my backside and I gently pressed myself back against him. He chuckled sleepily and wrapped a thick arm around me, nuzzling my neck with his coarse beard. "And you call me insatiable," he murmured, chewing gently on my ear. "You mean you're not?" I laughed, enjoying the feel of his body against mine. "When it comes to you, I'll never get enough," he breathed huskily, making me shudder. I rolled over, running my hand through his hair, the dark curls clinging to my fingers. He had lost a lot of the silver strands when he had changed. He twisted a strand around a thick finger. "Looks like I've got ringlets again," he said ruefully. "When I was very young, my father insisted on cutting it all off. Guess it didn't look butch enough for him." "Looks good on you," I said, stroking his beard. "Think I need to find some way to tie it back, though," he said, blowing a strand away. "Or just chop it off." "Not sure what good that'd do," I chuckled. "Our hair and beards tend to grow pretty fast. When we were on the force, Rick and I had to trim it every day to keep from drawing too much attention to ourselves." I was surprised that a lot of the sorrow I felt whenever I talked about Rick was gone. Suppose it might be because we had discovered that Rick could 'visit' much like Joe does. Don't claim to under-stand it, but it was nice knowing he was still with me. "I find that hard to believe. I think you'd draw a lot of attention no matter how you looked." "Well, I caught your attention. That's all that matters." We lay, staring into each others' eyes, then his stomach rumbled. We laughed and he stood and pulled me to my feet. We made our way upstairs. Bright light shone through the Eastern windows. "What time is it?" I asked with a yawn. "It's about seven o'clock. And before you ask, you went down there yesterday," Jim said, sauntering into the room. "No wonder I'm hungry," Brian said. "What's the matter, Paul?" Jim asked archly. "You're looking a little bow-legged." "A little? Have you seen that thing?" I laughed. "I have," he leered. "Oh, by the way, Brian. Mike called last night. He wants you to call him back. Told him it might be a while." "Okay," Brian said, going to grab his phone. "Hungry?" Jim asked. "Starving," I said, rubbing my stomach. "Doesn't help filling the other end." We walked into the kitchen and started making breakfast. "So did you enjoy the show?" I asked as I was scrambling some eggs. "What show?" he asked innocently. "Let's just say, if you don't want someone know you're watching them screw, you might want to clean up the evidence. You left cum trails all over the door down there." "Guilty," he laughed. "But damn, I could hear you all the way up here. Had to make sure you were all right." "I don't mind," I chuckled, elbowing him in the ribs. "You could have joined us." He shook his head. "You needed to be with him alone. Besides, I'm guessing I'll get a crack at him sometime," he said with a wink. At that moment, Brian walked into the room, his face stricken. "Brian! What's wrong?" I asked. "Mike wanted to let me know Joe's sister, Mary, had called the house. She wanted to let me know her brother passed away." His eyes flickered, showing his distress. "Brian," I warned, reading his expression. "I don't think that's a good idea. It'd be bad enough if you wouldn't be recognizable, but you still look mostly like you. Only bigger." "What?" Jim asked, looking back and forth at us. "He wants to go to the funeral," I answered flatly. "He's right, Brian. Your old life is over. You knew that," Jim said softly. "I know, but I want to go for Joe," he said emphatically. Jim and I exchanged glances. This was an unusual situation. "I wish Grandpapa was here," I said. "I don't know that he'd know what to do, either," he said, jutting out his chin. "Besides. He's not my papa. You are." The entreaty was clear in his eyes. "Well," I sighed finally. "We can't go like this." A sense of relief washed over me. It made me realize that since he came in the room, I hadn't... felt him, something I had become accustomed to over the last few days. I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously. "No I didn't," he said, looking directly into my eyes. "I wouldn't do that to you." "What?" Jim asked. "Nothing," I replied. "And what are you planning on wearing? Don't think you'll fit into your old stuff." "I have some ideas. Thank goodness Grandpapa left me a pair of his overalls." He dialed a number on his phone. "Hello. Is Vince in today?" he said into the phone. "Hey Vince, it's Brian. Doing okay, all things considered. Hate to ask this, but I've got some family in town and a family member passed away and they don't have anything appropriate to wear. Was hoping I could get you to fit them with something and put it on my account? Great! They should be there in a couple of hours or so. Thanks." He turned and looked at me, head cocked. "I forgot," I laughed. "You always have a plan. What if I had said no?" "I would have taken your feelings into account," he said with a gleam in his eye. Jim just gave a snort. "Want to come with?" Brian said to him. "Might as well go pay Mike and Cliff a visit," he said with a smirk. "Don't think I'll come to the funeral, though. But you might want to take a quick shower. You both reek." "Dunno. He smells good to me," Brian said with a grin, grabbing my hand. "Comfy?" I asked, hiding a grin. "Oh, just loving it," Brian growled. "Why they make a back seat for a pickup, I'll never know." "You could have sat up here," Jim said. "I'm fine. Just something I guess I'll have to get used to. Not sure a usual seat will go back far enough. Now I think I understand why Grandpapa rides a bike." "Well, from what he's said, it had to be special made." "Could have taken your Jeep," I said, glancing in the rear view mirror. He was sitting sideways in the back seat, hunched over his knees. He grunted every time we hit a bump. "Would have had to put the back seat in, and besides, too many people know my Jeep." he said, then cursed as his head hit the ceiling. "But on the other hand, I could have put the top down on it." "So were you close with Joe's brother?" Jim asked. "Honestly?" he said after a long moment. "I never even met him. Just before Joe...died, Mary's husband and daughter went to tell him Joe was dying. He told them, 'I've got problems of my own.' He didn't even come to the visitation." "And you want to go to his, why?" Jim asked. "It's not for him. I'm going for Mary. She was there for me when...you know. But haven't really seen her in almost a year. Was just too painful to see her." "And what about when she sees you now?" I asked softly. He took a deep breath before answering. "I have an idea. I just hope it works." "What is it?" I asked. He locked eyes with me in the mirror. "Will you just trust me?" he said, the plea clear in his dark eyes. "I do," I assured him.