Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2012 11:30:49 -0400 (EDT)
From: Pwrlftrbear@aol.com
Subject: Stepping Into Forever 3

					3

	Don't know if it was the nap, the good dinner, or the fact I hadn't
cum in a few days.  Whatever it was, I finally was feeling...good.
	Might have something to do with knowing that Joe was still with
me...with us.  Was a bit of a shock to find out Paul could feel him, too.
Was nice to know they both were okay with things the way they are now.
	Paul led me downstairs to the gym.
	"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked as the lights
flickered on.
	I turned him to face me and wrapped my arms around him, lifting him
off his feet.
	"What do you think?" I growled.
	He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue drilling into my
mouth, dueling with my own.  I could feel his desire driving me on.
	"I want you inside me so bad," he whispered in my ear.
	"Such sweet nothings," I chuckled.  "Where'd all the romance go?"
	"Fuck romance," he snarled, pushing away, then reaching out to grab
my tits.  He twisted them.  Hard.
	Fuck!  He knows which buttons to push.
	I dropped to my knees, my back arching, groaning deep and low.  My
cock swelled, the head pushing through the heavy folds of my renewed
foreskin.
	"Jesus fucking Christ," I moaned.  "That feels so...weird."
	"What?" he asked, looking down at me, lust in his eyes.
	"Having my foreskin back.  Not like I got to play with myself
before they chopped it off."
	"Better make sure everything's in good working order," he grinned,
dropping to the floor.
	He grabbed my dick and ran the puckered skin under his nose.
	"Ahhh," he sighed.  "Smells good.  Loves me some good headcheese."
	He sucked the excess skin into his mouth, his tongue probing
within.  I groaned deeply, my eyes rolling back in my head, overwhelmed by
the new sensations.  He wrapped his fingers around my sack, pulling down on
my heavy nuts.
	"You keep that up and I'm going to cum," I growled, running my
hands through his hair.
	"Kind of the point," he said, my cock head slipping from his lips.
"Don't think you can beat four times?"
	I laughed at his reminder.  Ever since that first time, the sex had
felt nonstop.  Know it had only been a few days since I shot, but felt like
forever.
	"Well, hopefully my staying power has improved.  Don't know if
cumming four times in ten minutes would do much for you."
	"So long as it's inside me, I don't care," he said, pulling the
skin back, exposing the shiny head.
	"Just suck my dick," I chuckled, then gasped as he squeezed my
nuts.
	"Now that wasn't very nice," he said evilly.
	"Sorry," I panted, feeling pre-cum ooze out of my piss slit.  "Just
suck my dick...Papa."
	"Much better," he said and worked my cock down his throat.
	"Fuck!" I grunted as I grabbed the back of his head, forcing my
hard on deeper into his mouth.  His hands clawed at my hairy ass.  It took
a second for me to realize the claws were real.  I looked down and saw his
face changing, fur sprouting across his forehead.
	I knew what he wanted, because I wanted it, too.  I thought back to
how it had felt to be a bear.  I felt my bones and muscles begin to shift.
God, it hurt so good.  His fangs gently grazed the sensitive skin pulled
tightly around my swelling cock, his tongue snaking out to taste my hairy
sack.  His throat writhed around my shaft and I roared, sowing my seed down
his gullet.  My paws dropped down to his growing hump, shuddering as he
nursed at my tender head.
	He pulled back and gave me a toothy grin.  I pulled him to me, our
fangs clashing together as my tongue flicked around in his mouth.  He had
shared my cum with me often over the last couple of months, but it tasted
different.  Somehow wilder...more primal.
	He patted my face, pulling away, gently scraping his teeth along my
long tongue.
	"Good," he said proudly.  "You're about halfway there.  Can you
keep going?"
	I nodded assuredly and continued to change.  I dropped to all
fours, shaking my head as my vision altered.  I wondered idly how this new
way of seeing things would affect my painting.  I was seeing in a broader
range of colors than I ever had before.  Then I had other things to attract
my attention.
	He was every bit as gorgeous as a bear as he was as...well...as a
bear.  Don't know if it would be considered bestiality, but I had loved
fucking him when he became a real bear.  This would be the first time I
fucked him as one myself.
	He turned to look at me, waggling his hindquarters at me.  I
snuffled below his stubby tail, recognizing a familiar scent.
	"Jim's been keeping you primed?" I rumbled.
	"Well, you've not been any condition to do it yourself," he leered.
"Wanted to be sure I'd be ready to take that beast you've got."
	I looked down at my jutting phallus, and experienced a pang of
guilt.
	"Are you sure about this?" I said hesitantly.  "I don't want to
hurt you."
	"Remember what you told me the first time I fucked you?  Well, now
I want you in me.  Do it!" he growled, Papa to Cub.  "I'm more broken in
than you were.  Just fuck me!"
	I drew a deep, shuddering breath and carefully rose over him.  The
ceiling was too low to rear back fully, but I was able to slide myself up
his back, his tail ruffling the fur of my belly.  I shuffled forward,
bringing my wet head against his ass.
	"Ready?" I panted, struggling to keep from driving it in.
	He, however, had other ideas, pushing back so my bear cock breached
his ring.
	His roars echoed in my head as my vision darkened.



	I was standing in the bar, watching a couple of guys shooting pool,
flirting outrageously with me.  They were not my type at all.  Too
young. Too smooth.
	I raised my beer to my lips, glancing at one of the ubiquitous
mirrors.  Paul's face was reflected at me, bottle at his lips.
	I was trying to grasp that, when something made me look towards the
door.  Tom and Larry were walking towards the bar, leaving behind them a
majorly hot bear.
	"Woof," Paul's voice said from my throat.
	I don't know if I just never really looked at myself, or if I was
seeing myself through the filter of Paul's eyes, but I was amazed at how I
looked.
	I'm guessing that when I entered him, Paul had been thinking about
how we met.  To say I was embarrassed was an understatement.  But I wasn't
sure how to get out of his memories.
	"Now there's a reason to stay," Paul's thoughts echoed in my head.
	I was staring intently at him, anguish clear in my eyes.  I dropped
my eyes and turned away.
	As I watched myself move toward the bar, I noticed something odd.
People moved out of my way, though none of them seemed to notice me.  It
didn't appear to be a conscious act.  When someone would look my way, their
gaze would just...skipped over me.
	Now that I thought of it, I had noticed such a thing before without
really thinking much of it.  I had always thought people were just ignoring
me, but now I wasn't sure.  It bore thinking about.
	I stood at the bar, talking to the bartender, all the while
continuing to cast furtive glance our way.
	"God, he's beautiful.  Look at the way he moves.  I want him," Paul
thought.
	I could practically feel my cheeks warm.  I was kind of ashamed to
be eavesdropping on his feelings, but at the same time, relieved.  What he
was feeling was the same I had felt when I'd laid eyes on him.
	I moved toward the table that Tom and Larry had selected and sat
stoically as Tom talked urgently to me.  Finally, he sat back and Larry
ended up pulling him toward the dance floor.
	"This is my chance!  Please let him be available.  Please let him
be available."
	We moved closer to me as I sat hunched over my drink.  We leaned in
and spoke, startling me.
	"He's even better looking up close.  But, damn he smells so good.
Not of cologne like the rest of these guys.  Just clean soap, man musk,
and...something else."
	Pain and desire warred in my eyes as we talked.
	"Thank God!  He's free.  I just want to take him in my arms and
soothe that pain away."
	I sat there, my face a frozen mask as we talked about our losses.
I felt Paul's heart ache for me, his own pain speaking to mine.  He chose
his words carefully and inwardly relaxed as I accepted his sympathy.
	"Fuck!" he swore as Tom and Larry returned to the table.  "I want
more time alone with him.  There's more to him than just a pretty face."
	But he was relieved when they welcomed him, even though Tom seemed
intent on throw me at him.
	"Not that I mind, but I'd rather it was his idea," he thought as we
all talked.
	As the evening progressed, I overtly relaxed.  When I turned and
our lips met the first time, I could feel a spark rushing through Paul's
body, igniting his desire.
	He was excited when I finally asked him to come home with me, yet
hesitant.
	"I want him so bad, but he's...hurting so much.  I don't want to
add to it."
	We ended up at his house, sitting in the gazebo, listening as I
poured my heart out to him.
	"Oh my God!  This poor man.  He had so much and lost it all.  Like
me.  So much like me.  But unlike me, he's struggling to go on, while I
tried to bury my grief in alcohol and mindless sex.  I still want him, but
I can't force myself onto him."
	When Paul shared his own experience with grief, I reached out to
touch him carefully.
	"He pushes his own griefs aside to comfort me?  But what if he knew
the truth?"
	I could feel desire and guilt warring within him, so similar to
what I myself had felt, though for different reasons.
	When we had finally gone inside, we hesitantly agreed to sleep in
the same bed.
	"Damn!  He was hot at the bar, but he's incredible practically
naked," Paul thought as we stripped for bed.
	"I better leave these on," he continued.  "Not sure I could
restrain myself, but damn it!  I will."
	We slipped into bed, our hands creeping out to touch.
	It seemed like no time when Paul awoke with my limbs wrapped around
him.
	"Fuck," he moaned silently as my lips moved against his chest.
	I could feel his cock throbbing in his boxers, ignoring his orders
to behave.
	When I rolled over he laid there for a long moment.
	"I won't take advantage of him.  I won't!"
	He eased out of bed and silently stole to the bathroom.  He pushed
his shorts down and began stroking his hard cock.
	"I wish this was him touching me," he thought.  "Licking me,
caressing me, teasing me."
	He bit his lip as he came to keep from crying out my name.
	When he came back to bed, he was surprised when I propositioned
him.
	"He doesn't know what he's saying.  He can't," he thought, desire
fighting against determination.
	But his struggle melted away as I pushed my briefs down.
	"Hot as the rest of him," he moaned silently, giving in, his shorts
dropping to the floor.  "I just hope he doesn't regret this."



	"Brian?  Brian?  Cub?"
	I blinked at the great bear impaled on my spike.
	"Just the head?  I think I'm ready for the whole thing," Paul said,
looking back around his broad hump.
	I looked down at this man...this bear...my bear...my Papa.  With a
rumbling growl I slid my thick rod up his chute until my nuts swung against
his.  He whined deep in his throat as he trembled beneath my assault.
	"Just so you know, Papa," I rumbled in his furry ear.  "I don't
regret a moment of my time with you."
	"I love you, Brian," he whimpered, pushing back against me.
	"And I will be loving you for a long, long time," I rumbled, slowly
withdrawing and proceeded to show him.