Date: Fri, 05 Nov 1999 05:44:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Bjorn Torson <papawerebear@go.com>
Subject: Half-forgotten Legends

Warning! If you can't handle stories about male to male relationships and guys
making love with well-hung mythical beasts, don't read any further. If you are
under the legal age to read this kind of stuff, STOP NOW and read no further;
because it's naughty and your parents or legal guardians probably would NOT
approve.

Half-forgotten Legends
By Bjorn Torson

I was falling.  Sliding down the steep walls of a ravine with rocks tumbling
past me, on me and me tumbling on more rocks further down.  I reached the bottom
of the ravine and thankfully it was summer, so there was no water to drown me.
I hit my head and blacked out, when I came to, I saw blearily a large Grizzly
coming toward me.  I was terrified that he was going to devour me now that I was
rather helpless with a broken leg.  It was bad.  I could see a little bit of
bone poking through the skin.  Not that it would matter if I could stand anyway,
a Bear could easily outrun and kill an uninjured person too.  I was really
bruised and beaten by the fall, I must have fell and slid a good sixty feet into
the ravine.  I knew I had a gash on the right side of my head because there was
blood flowing down all over that side of my face.  The bump I'd received to my
head had made me dizzy.  I tried to get up to get away before the Bear got to me
and was almost incapacitated by the increase in pain.  The great beast reached
me in seconds, I looked into eyes as blue as my own.  "Did Bears have blue eyes?
Did Bears have blue eye genes?  Weren't all the grizzlies extinct in
California?" I thought rapidly and irrationally.  What stupid thoughts to have
before being ripped to pieces by a hungry monster.  I was 35 and my life was
about to end right in my prime, the way my luck had gone lately, perhaps this
was a blessing; at least it would end some of my worries I thought cynically.  I
trembled uncontrollably and screamed in terror, but there was no one around to
hear my cries but the Bear, and it didn't seem to bother him.  I flailed at him
with my arms, but he largely ignored my attempts to fend him off.  The Bear
placed a huge paw on my head and forcefully bent my neck to the left.  Partially
from sheer terror, partly from pain and partly from blood loss, I fainted just
as the Bear started licking the gash on my head.  My last thoughts were; "He's
sampling me to see if I'm palatable."

I remember becoming conscious again briefly as an intense pain in my leg brought
me back.  It was my broken leg.  The Bear was doing something, pulling on it.
He must be trying to dismember my body.  Get me into manageable chunks.  I tried
weakly to fight him off and cried out again, futilely, but I guess I'd lost too
much blood.  That was fine, let him kill me; at least I would be out of pain.  I
blacked out again.

I regained consciousness and I must have been delirious, out of my head with
pain, because I remember seeing a grey-brown bearded furry man with no shirt and
no pants fixing my leg.  He was VERY large.  I guessed almost seven-foot.  He
must have run the Bear off; he looked big and beefy enough that he could have
bluffed a Bear.  He must have used his shirt to bind my leg in a splint and the
pants too!  He was naked.  He growled out, "Ya still with me, son?"  I nodded.
"Good, I'll get you back to the house and we'll go from there."  Maybe his
nudity was just my mind seeing what I wanted to in my delirium.  If I weren't in
such a serious condition, I'd have a raging hard on for the guy.  He was
DEFINITELY my type: broad shoulders, barreled chest, muscle everywhere, huge
biceps, a thick neck and fur all over.  It was so thick it almost hid his skin.
One Bear had almost devoured me and now, another Bear was saving me.  I sunk
back into unconsciousness.

I was having a vivid, full sensory nightmare.  I'd had dreams like this before,
they were incredibly realistic but usually not this scary.  I was being carried
off somewhere.  I looked into the face of the one carrying me and it was the
Bear's face I saw.  Fear gripped my heart, but I was powerless to move.  The
Bear's eyes were as blue as my own and staring down into mine.  He was carrying
me away, probably to his den as a snack.  He had me in his arms and he was
walking on his hind legs.  I decided that I would satisfy my curiosity; it was
my nightmare, damn it, I could do that.  I wanted to know what Bear fur felt
like before I died.  I reached up to feel the fur of his face, to see how soft
it was.  He stopped as I did this and licked me on the nose and mouth, it was
warm and wet like a dogs tongue.  Then he licked the gash on my head again.  The
nightmare faded and I sunk deeper into unconsciousness.

The next thing I knew, I was in a warm pool fed by a river that flowed over
crystalline cliffs, the colors refracted in the crystals were unearthly in their
hue and more beautiful than any colors found in the rainbow.  They were the same
colors, but far more vibrant, like each of the colors was charged, alive and had
a soul.  The water was actually a light violet color and luminescent, not clear,
and it flowed over me, soothing my pains.  Softly glowing hands made from the
substance of the water itself rose out of the pool and were washing me.  They
massaged the soreness away.  The pain in my leg was dull and I didn't mind it so
much.  The hands lifted me out of the pool and laid me on a bed of cool soft
green leaves.  The leaves then moved all over my body, drying me.  Multi-colored
birds came and clothed me in a warm robe striped in browns, cream, tan, greys,
white and black.  A silver chalice appeared in mid-air and I drank, in small
sips, a warm pleasant liquid that varied in taste and color with each mouthful.
I lay back and a cloud cushioned my head, I noticed that the leaves I'd been
laying on had become clouds too.  I started drifting up into a glorious warm
light.  I must have died, I thought.  This had to be heaven.

When I woke and was lying in a huge bed.  It had a comforting scent, very male,
musky and had the tang of cigar or pipe or both.  A low watt bulb, in a very
nice Tiffany style lamp on the nightstand, dimly lit the room.  The wind up
clock on the stand read 1:35.  I raised my head and realized how much it ached.
My leg felt heavy and it hurt.  I turned my head to view the right side of the
room.  I saw four things: A window and through it the night sky, a large
reclining chair, small table and a VERY large man with a full grey/brown beard
dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans.  He was fast asleep in a comfortable looking
leather recliner.  I couldn't quite remember him, but he was familiar.  I lay
there for awhile and drifted in and out of sleep not quite able to focus enough
to become fully awake.

I woke again when a warm hand was placed on my forehead.  I opened my eyes and
looked into a pair of beautiful deep blue eyes.  They belonged to the large
bearded man who'd been asleep in the recliner.  It was still dark and I guessed
it was the same night, just a little later than when I had awoken before.  "I
thought I was gonna loose you, son."  His voice was deep and gruff sounding, but
pleasant all the same.  I noticed his scent was warm, earthy and musky.  His
breath smelled pleasantly of some sort of fruit flavored pipe tobacco.  I placed
his age at about 45 or so.  He looked into or AT my eyes.  "I think your
concussion is much improved, that had me the most worried.  Follow my finger."
He passed it in front of my eyes and I followed it.  He watched my eyes as I did
so and nodded with approval.  "I set your leg and bandaged up your head after I
put a couple of stitches in your scalp."  I finally recognized him as the man
who had sacrificed his shirt to put my leg in a splint and he must have carried
me here, wherever here was.

"Are you a doctor?"  I asked.  He grinned.  "Course I'm a doctor! "  He
chuckled.  "If I were a mechanic, I would have just sent out for new parts,
rotated your tires and changed your oil!  I'm retired, but I still know how to
set a broken bone and stitch up a gash."  He chuckled warmly; it WAS a stupid
question. I started to laugh, which made my head ache more and I winced.
"'Doctor, it hurts when I do this.' said the patient."  He growled out.  " 'Then
don't do that!' said the doctor."  He chuckled again.  "Sorry, son.  It's an old
joke.  But I'm an old fart, so I'm allowed.  Are you hungry, son?"  "Yes." I
said.  "Good, I'll be back in a minute, don't go nowhere."  He chuckled again.
He left the room and I heard him go down stairs.

If the bedroom was a reflection of rest of the house, and it probably was, the
doc had great taste.  Everything in the room looked antique.  I saw a bookshelf,
on the wall opposite of the window by the bed, which looked like it was solid
cherry wood and the nightstands matched them.  So did the small cherry table by
the recliner that had a pipe and tobacco pouch on it.  They looked antique.  The
books were classics and included medical texts along with the novels.  They were
all leather bound books and looked antique as well. He had a copy of Moby Dick
on the shelf and for all I knew it was a first edition from the appearance of
it.  The doc must be filthy rich, yet he wasn't a stuck up snob and didn't have
the air of "The Well to Do" about him.  In fact he was down right folksy.  What
did Mc Coy from `Star Trek' say? "I'm just a simple country doctor."  Something
like that I think.  Something didn't fit about him or my brain wasn't working
right or both.  I couldn't decide.

Doc returned with a bowl of beef stew and some French bread.  "Here we go.  The
stew is Campbell's, but I made the bread myself, fresh today."  Gently he fed me
because he insisted that I should not move around too much on account of my
broken leg and still dizzy head. I was falling in love with this man with every
spoonful of kindness he fed me.

The other thing that didn't seem to fit about the doc was his build; the man was
huge.  Yeah, he had a beer gut, but he looked like he broke horses or baled hay
or dug ditches or loaded ships for a living.  He was VERY muscular.  All of the
doctors I'd ever seen were medium build to scrawny.  The doc looked like he
could enter the Iron Man competition!  Maybe he did bale hay and stack it; he
could have retired to a farm in the country.  He was handsome as Hell too.  The
fur on his arms, neck and the large tuft that spilled out over the top of his T-
shirt indicated that he probably had an incredibly furry body.  After feeding
me, he told me to get some rest.

He got a book from the shelf, sat down in the recliner and he started packing
his pipe.  An embarrassed look came across his handsome face and he asked, "Do
you mind if I smoke?  I'm so used to just lighting up when ever I want to that I
rarely ask that question.  Living alone will kinda do that to you."  "Not at
all," I said, "My father used to smoke a pipe when I was a kid and I, myself,
like the occasional cigar."  He smiled.  "I'd never have figured you for a cigar
man."  "Well, I prefer the truly expensive imported brands, that's why I only
have one every once in a while"  "…and none at all lately." I thought glumly.

I yawned.  "I'm keeping you up."  He said a bit sheepishly.  "No, I'm drifting
off now, I'm feeling kind of pleasantly warm and tingly all over and I want to
sleep.  You won't bother me by being here at all, I can sleep through
thunderstorms."  "You're feeling warm and tingly all over?"  He asked.  "Yes…
what is it?  Is there something wrong?"  "No, you'll be all right."  He smiled,
but I sensed a bit of guilt in his look.

I yawned again; I remembered two questions I had been meaning to ask while he
was down stairs and decided I needed the answers before I slept.

"By the way, I'm Max, Maxwell Ryan."  "My name's Arthur Black, welcome to my
home."  He smiled broadly.  "Most folks call me `Doc Black'," he puffed on his
pipe as he lit it, "but, you can call me Art.  I guess I should've made proper
introductions to begin with, but I tend to be a bit absent minded with social
graces when I'm caring for a patient."  "OK," I smiled, "and you can call me
Max.  Thanks for saving me."  He smiled again, "My pleasure."  He growled
softly.

"Did you run the Bear off?"  "Yeah, I showed up and he was leaving.  I guess he
didn't find you to his taste."  His voice had an odd tone to it as he said that
last part.  "How long have I been here?"  I asked.  Art puffed and hesitated,
"About three days.  You've been in and out of semi-consciousness and I didn't
want to take you to a hospital because I didn't want to move you.  You'd lost a
lot of blood in the fall and the right leg is pretty well damaged.  I put a cast
on it and you should heal well enough.  I didn't know your name and I couldn't
find your wallet.  I looked all over the area in the ravine where you fell and
couldn't find it there either."

"Do you have any family Max? "  "I have a sister in Los Angeles, but I haven't
seen her in fifteen years and I have a brother, but I don't speak with him at
all.  My parents are both dead."  I said.  "Sorry to hear that, son."  "It's
OK," I said, "It happened several years ago.  My sister won't be worried, I
don't check in with her often and I definitely know my brother won't worry."
"Any job you'd like me to contact for you?"  He asked.

"Well, the reason you couldn't find a wallet was that I'd left it locked up in
my car.  I parked it in an old abandoned looking barn, so it wouldn't be noticed
and I wouldn't be run off," I was a bit ashamed to say the next, but I wasn't
going to lie.  "You see, I was laid off work six months ago.  They cheerfully
called it 'down sizing', like that would make it better.  I haven't been able to
find work since.  Things got pretty slim after unemployment ran out and my
savings dwindled down to a few hundred dollars.  I couldn't pay rent anymore, so
I got rid of everything I could sell and gave away the rest."  I looked away
because I couldn't look him in the eye.  "I've had to live out of my car for the
last month or so… I didn't want to live on welfare.  I came up here on the last
of my money, looking for work."  I couldn't help it; my eyes misted a bit.

"That's nothin' to be ashamed of, son."  He said softly.  "That car of yours
will be safe too, 'cause I think you might've parked it in MY barn.  I'll go
check in the morning.  You can put your mind to rest, every thing's gonna work
out.  You get some sleep now, I'm gonna read a little while you nod off, then
I'll go to bed."

He sat back down and puffed on his pipe as he read his book.  I could see from
my angle and couldn't help but notice the large package between his legs.  Doc
was a fine looking man and apparently VERY well endowed.  He was HOT!  I drifted
off to sleep picturing him naked; I was pleasantly stiff as I slipped into
dreaming.

I awoke the next morning and felt markedly better.  I noticed that I was hooked
up to an I.V.  Arthur was asleep in the leather recliner with his pipe in his
hand.  He had a nice big boner and was softly grunting in his sleep.  The odd
thing was that he was dressed differently.  He had a sweatshirt and shorts on.
That was very odd, but I thought that perhaps he had changed into other clothes
this morning to jog or workout or something.  I decided I'd run a diagnostic
check and assess the damage to my body.  I smiled; I had to stop reading so much
sci-fi.  I felt the gash, which no longer hurt, on my head.  It seemed to be
completely healed.  That was VERY odd.  I pulled back the covers and my leg was
still in a cast, but it didn't hurt hardly at all, last night it was rather
painful.  That was EXTREMELY odd.  I decided to get an expert opinion.

I yawned rather audibly and stretched.  That did the trick, Arthur was soon
awake and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, his boner was tenting out his
shorts nicely.  "So, doc, how am I doing?"  "Well, Max, it seems you're out of
the woods."  He said, but I felt there was a large 'But' to follow.  "That's
great, you're one Hell of a doctor!  I'm feeling much better than I did last
night."  "Yes, well…" he chewed on the end of his pipe, "Max, we need to talk
about that."  "What's going on?"  I asked, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Well, firstly, it wasn't 'overnight'.  You've been asleep for two and a half
weeks since last we spoke; your condition rapidly improved as you slept.  I've
given you I.V. nutrients while you slept so you wouldn't starve and now that
you're back I can remove the needle."  He got up and did just that.  "I want you
to watch that needle wound."  He said and sat back down again.  I watched the
needle hole heal before my eyes, there wasn't even a mark left.  Now I knew
something was up.

He continued as he chewed on his pipe.  "When I brought you in, you had some
stubble on your face, you'll notice, you have a full beard now."  I touched my
cheeks and upper-lip and confirmed what he had just said; I had grown a medium
length full beard in about three weeks.  My beard didn't grow that fast, I
remember it took me a good two months to grow one this long last time I'd had
one.  I also noticed that I seemed to have more hair on my arms than I
remembered having.  "What's going..." I started to speak and he held his hand
up.  "Please, let me get this out, there'll be time for questions and blame
later".

"When I found you, you were fading fast, you were losing and had lost a lot of
blood.  What I did to save you, you may curse me for, but I did it because the
same was done for me, many years ago and I wanted to return the gift of life
that was given to me."

"I left my parent's farm for California years ago.  My dad disowned me for the
way I am.  I wanted to find a place where I could make a fresh start, build my
own home and was wandering around in the wilderness about twenty miles from
here.  I got into a similar predicament as you did.  I too had fallen when the
edge of an embankment gave way and in the fall, a tree branch stabbed me in my
side.  Luckily, it hadn't pushed all the way through me.  I managed to remove
the branch and stick a cloth over the wound, but I was sure I was going to bleed
to death soon.  It happened mid afternoon and I lay there until the next
morning, I'd broken an arm and both legs.  There was no one around to help and I
was sure I was going to die.  Early the next morning, a Grizzly Bear found me
and like you, I thought I was gonna be his breakfast.  He came over and snuffled
at the wound.  I was too weak from loss of blood to stop him.  He started
licking it, his tongue burrowed inside the wound and I passed out from the pain
as he moved me around to get better access."

"The next thing I knew, I woke up in a cabin with my limbs in splints.  There's
this big furry muscled-out Mountain Man hovering over me.  He was golden blond
going grey and had grey eyes.  He fed me venison stew and gave me honey wine,
which is called mead.  I was on the mend in no time, just like you and he told
me why."

"That was in the mountains here in California.  It was 1819: 180 years ago and
California wasn't even a state yet.  I was born in 1799.  I was all of twenty
then fresh from the Ohio River valley.  I'll be 200 years old come this December
and I have that Old Mountain Man to thank for it all.  I still see Sam from time
to time, he comes around every five years or so.  He's still wandering around
out there.  He's traded his mule for a motorcycle and he has everything he takes
with him hanging off of it.  Most people think he's a bum, but they'd be
speechless if they knew how much he has in various banks here and there.  When
you live to be hundreds of years old, you can sock away quite a bit of money."

"You see, that Bear you saw down in the ravine was ME.  Sam, saved my life and
could only do so by changing me into what he was… a Werebear.  Werebears and
other Werebeasts heal quickly.  Bearmen seem to heal especially fast.  His
saliva, like his bite, his blood and his seed was capable of changing a man into
a Bearman, but only if any of those things get into that man's blood.  Kissing
could do it, but it's not likely.  The most important quality of the saliva is
that it seems to stop the bleeding and begins repairs quickly.  I had to stop
your bleeding, so I licked your wounds.  The result is that you are becoming a
Werebear, just as I did long ago."

I'd caught your scent on the wind when you were out exploring and I went to
investigate.  I wanted to find out who was walking around on my land.  I'm
rather secretive out of necessity, as you might imagine.  I saw you headed for
an undercut part of the embankment, but I couldn't warn you or get to you in
time."

"Being a doctor, I knew your were in critical condition.  I stanched the
bleeding by licking your wounds, as I've told you.  I had to pull the bone back
into your leg before I could start sealing up the wound.  You may remember that,
you came back to consciousness briefly.

I got you back here and took you into my O.R. I have a fully equipped operating
room downstairs, mostly for taking care of one of our own; we can't exactly go
to hospitals.  I transfused blood directly from me into you.  Werebear blood
seems to adapt to other blood types or adapts other blood types to itself.  I
think that given the nature of our kind, the latter is probably true.  Any way,
I X-rayed your leg and set the bone.  Unlike humans, and you aren't human
anymore, we regenerate and our bones heal back as if they were never broken.
The only thing really necessary is for the bones to be kept straight while this
happens.

There are injuries that are too much for our systems to take.  You can't jump
out of a plane without a parachute and expect to survive.  You body doesn't
repair itself fast enough.  You can get some pretty nasty cuts though and they
heal almost instantly.  Very serious cuts result in a loss of blood, but heal
pretty fast too.  I once accidentally severed part of my finger with a knife in
the kitchen; I picked it up, put it back on the end of my stump and bandaged it
together.  A week later it was as if it had never happened.  I'm guessing my
hand would do the same if it was cut off at the wrist, but I'm just not curious
enough to try it.  There isn't even a scar after the body part is reattached."
Your leg is almost healed... and you are slowly changing into a Werebear.

In a little over three months, you will change for the first time.  You'll
become a big furry hybrid Bearman and you'll probably go further into full Bear
shape.  Your sense of smell and taste, even in human shape, is going to increase
dramatically.  So will your strength and you'll have to get used to just how
strong you'll become.  It was nothing for me to carry you here from the ravine a
mile away.  You'll have to be careful with ordinary humans, you could hurt them
without meaning to until you learn to gauge your strength."

He packed his pipe and lit it.  He puffed thoughtfully for awhile, regarding me,
and then he began again.  "Believe me, if there had been any other way to save
you, I would have, but we're no where near a trauma unit and you'd have probably
been DOA even if I could have gotten a life flight out here while you were
alive.  You had a very bad concussion, but there doesn't seem to be any
permanent damage.  If you did have minor damage to your brain, it's probably
healed.  Werebear neural tissue also regenerates, but if the memory is affected
it's gone even though the cells that held those memories are fully repaired."

"Well, that's enough medical talk for now."  He paused again as he puffed on his
pipe.  He looked rather nervous.  "I expect you've got questions and quite a bit
to say."  He sat there on the edge of his recliner and I could tell he was
bracing himself for whatever barrage I was about to give him.  The truth was, I
didn't know quite what to think or ask.  After a minute or two, I began.

"First off," I said slowly, "I don't blame you for what you had to do.  You're a
doctor and did your best to save my life.  You had no options other than to let
me die and I'm rather glad you didn't.  Secondly, I must say that I've always
liked Werewolf movies and guess they've always kinda turned me on.  As a
teenager, I got a boner watching 'The Howling' and I came in my pants watching
the transformation scene in `American Werewolf In London'."  He chuckled a bit
and I was embarrassed.  "It's OK, I understand.  I still remember how hard I got
the first time I saw the Lon Chaney Jr. movie, my crotch was wet with pre-cum as
I left the theater."  He chuckled again.  "Anyway," I continued, "what I meant
to say was that, I think I'm gonna like being a Werebear, but there's something
I have to let you know."

I paused and considered what I wanted to say next.  "I'm gay... and I find you
extremely attractive.  I would've had a major woody for you back in the ravine
if I weren't so banged up.  I tell you this because I want to be honest and
because I think I'm falling in love with you.  I know all about the patient-
doctor relationship.  Yes, I am grateful to you, but what I feel is deep and
even though it might not be returned, it's there."

"Well, son, I'll let you in on a little secret." he said, with a grin.  "My long
dead father disowned me because he caught me with a friend in the barn.  We were
just kids, jacking off and giving each other head.  My father was very strict
and his religion forbade what we were doing.  He beat us for it and forbade me
to see the kid again.  He said I was unnatural and I would burn in Hell for what
I did.  For a very long time I was convinced that I was a doomed sinner.  Sam
helped me to come to terms with that, he'd been all over this world and seen
everything.  He said that living as long as he had, had given him a unique
perspective, unique for humans, anyway.  Life really is too short and love is to
rare and precious to waste being afraid that you'll be punished for giving or
taking love from the wrong person.  He helped me to understand that it's what's
in your heart, not which plumbing option you came equipped with, that really
counts.  He and I have been bedmates off and on since he changed me.

So, I have a confession too... I think I'm falling in love with you as well.
But we should take it easy and let things come naturally."  With that he walked
over to the bed, pulled off the covers, picked me up and kissed me.  "That felt
pretty natural, what do you think?"  His smile was beautiful. "It felt natural
to me."  I said and kissed him back.

He carried me down stairs; his house was big and gorgeous.  He told me he had
several guestrooms and he'd been staying in one of them while I was in his.  "I
could have put you in a guestroom, but my bed is bigger and more comfortable
than most of the others" he smiled impishly. "and secretly, I wanted you to get
used to my scent."  He sat me down at the kitchen table and proceeded to prepare
an enormous breakfast.

"Nice kitchen Doc!"  I was impressed; it was huge and had a couple of huge
stand-up restaurant freezers along with state of the art, institutional sized
everything else.  "I like to host Fourth of July parties and Thanksgiving and
Christmas dinners for the other Bears in the neighborhood; there the only family
I have.  Everyone I knew that I was related to died some time ago, so we Bears
have become our own family.  They come down from the mountains every year for
the holidays; there are seven of them.  Sam introduced me to them a long time
ago and it's part of the reason I went into medicine.  They're as close as any
family to me, yet they're also casual lovers.  They don't have a doctor and
usually don't need one, but every once in a while they need one.  I like having
them around and playing host."

"Other Bears?"  I was intrigued.  "Yeah, they live up in an extremely small town
in the mountains and have for as long as I can remember.  There were more of
them.  Some of them moved up into Canada and I don't see them as often as the
ones that stayed.  They've offered to take me up to the mountains to live with
them, but I love my land too much to leave it.  Ron and his Bear crew also come
over on those holidays and we all have a great time playing in the pool and
basement together in the summer and having orgies down in the basement in the
winter.  I'll tell you more about Ron and the guys a bit later, I have a
surprise for you."  He grinned from ear to ear.

"We had a conversation about upcoming events in my transformation as he cooked.
I found out that by the time I was ready for the first change, I'd be built like
the proverbial brick house and I'd be thickly pelted; the day after the change
I'd be hung like a bull.  He laid out the spread before me.  "Eat up!  You're a
growing Bear now and you'll need lots of food.  I've got a good amount of
supplies, but I'll have to go buy more before four months are up.  You're going
to get hollow legs just like when you were going through puberty."  He chuckled.

"I'll go get you some crutches after breakfast, I think I've got a pair in the
garage.  You won't need them for long, you're half healed and you'll be out of
that cast in another week or so."  Without another word I dug in and so did he.
I found I was famished and I finished in no time flat.  Art was finished just as
quickly.  "Wait right here!"  He laughed.  "Of course your gonna wait right
there!  Sorry."  He got up and went toward what I remembered was the way to
living room.  In a few minutes he returned with a beautifully carved cherrywood
box and the crutches.  He opened it and offered me a truly fine cigar and took
one himself.

We lit up and moved into the living room.

"Have you ever worked in construction, Max?"  He asked and I could tell this was
leading somewhere.  "No, why do you ask?"  "Well," he said with a smile as he
puffed on his cigar.  "I have a friend, Ron, he's the guy I mentioned earlier.
Well Ron's a Werebear too and he owns a large general contracting company in the
area.  He's got a crew working for him and they're all Werebears.  There's about
ten of them, they are his specialty crew, because they get things done fast.
Being Bearmen, they're stronger than the other guys are, so it takes them half
as long to get the same job done.  He brings them in when he needs something
done in a pinch.  Ron pulls the regular guys off and has them work somewhere
else for a few days, that way his Bearmen can work pretty well unobserved.  Ron
also puts up blinds around the areas where the guys are working, it allows for
the guys to half shift when they need to do so.  That way they can use the
natural strength of the half bear-half human form.  They post a look out, so
they aren't discovered."

"The point of all of this is that I've taken the liberty of asking him if he
could find a place for you on that crew as soon as you've healed, if you agree.
Ron said that it would be no problem, if you were healed, had gone through the
change and didn't mind hard work.  The pay is about half again as much as the
ordinary human workers and even THEY are paid very well.  His specialty crew
gets more, of course, because those guys get much more done in the same amount
of time.  It offers full benefits and paid holidays.  The full benefits means
that he pays me for the treatment I give his Bears, mostly it's compensation for
supplies I use.  I usually don't have to see any of them unless it's moderately
serious."

"They're his elite crew and Ron loves them all.  You'd be the Cub on the crew,
but the guys are really nice and they always look out for the new guy.  They're
big kids at heart sometimes and real practical jokers.  If you can take a joke
well, you'll be one of them in no time at all."

"Since you're a Werebear already, they're going to feel a kinship for you right
away.  Those guys are also about as horny as you can get; each and every one's a
muscled up bearded hunk with a hard-on, so expect to spend some time at lunch in
the foreman's office with two or more of them and the foreman too.  I've visited
a site at lunchtime with Ron and got in on one of the mini-orgies; I had a
blast.  I can guarantee you will too.  The new guy gets screwed and sucks off
the rest of the crew all day long his first week.  It's how they get to know you
and break you in to the job.  That first week is always a six day work week too,
but the guys don't mind working Saturday at all that week."  He chuckled and
puffed on his cigar.

"The last Friday of the month they all go out together with the boss for dinner
at a steak house and then over to a biker bar to shoot pool and hang out with
`the bro's'.  Would you be interested in taking the job?"

"I'd be incredibly interested, it sounds fantastic!  Working with an entire crew
of big, furry, burly, bearded, horny Bearmen and all of them wanting to have sex
with me?  I'd have to be fuckin' stupid to turn that kinda job down.  Thank you…
I owe you my life and now I owe you for getting me gainful employment."  I'd
misted up a bit again and wiped my eyes.  "You don't owe me anything, son.  I
did it `cause I love you and love doesn't ask for repayment.  I'll call Ron and
let him know when your ready to go to work."  He moved over to the couch where I
was stretched out.  He hugged me.  We quickly fell into kissing and petting and
on to foreplay.  We were both horny and I realized I hadn't had sex in almost a
month.

He picked me up and carried me upstairs to his bedroom.  He put out our cigars
in the ashtray by his chair.  He then removed my clothes and slowly stripped for
me.  Watching him peel off his shorts and shirt was a real treat.  He was
incredibly muscular, but nicely padded too; as I think all Bears should be.  He
was covered from head to toe in salt and pepper dark brown fur.  He had a huge
cock and it was dripping pre-cum just like mine was.

"I'll be careful not to bump your leg."  He said.  "You are so damn hot!"  I
said and almost drooled. "I want that huge pole in me as soon as I'm lubed."
"You want it about as badly as I do, don't you, son."  He growled out lustfully.
"Hell, yeah!"  I said and spread my legs, moving my injured leg with both
hands.  "Which end do you want it in; top or bottom?"  "Which ever one you want,
I'm not picky, I just want that monster inside of me NOW!"  I said.  "Damn, son,
you really are hungry for it!"  He laughed as he moved to the dresser.

He grabbed some KY from a drawer and worked it into my hole.  His huge Bear dick
was up inside so fast it took my breath away.  He was big, but I'd been
stretching myself out with toys, so it didn't burn too much.  It felt so good to
have hot, hard, living flesh inside of me again, instead of plastic.  I felt his
large furry low hanging balls against my ass as he settled in and then he
stopped.

He grunted and growled as he began to change.  I rubbed his chest and felt the
thick human fur give way to Bear fur.  It was one of the most beautiful things
I've ever seen, like watching a butterfly emerge from a cocoon and spread its
wings.  His strong intoxicating Bear musk enveloped me; I loved the scent and
thought happily that soon I would produce this scent too.  I knew then and there
that I would have no problem with what I was becoming, I was going to love being
like him.  His body grew bulkier, more muscular and his cock grew even larger
inside of me, it was a bit painful, but not bad.  I watched his handsome face
change, his ears grew furry and moved up higher on his head.  I watched his face
grow into the Bear's face I remembered from the ravine; only this time, I felt
love for the Bear, not fear.  I looked into his beautiful blue eyes and I
reached out with my tongue, licking the tip of his muzzle to invite his long
Bear tongue into my throat.  He took the invitation.  His large furry pawed arms
wrapped around my torso as he kissed me, hugging me to him and as he did so.  He
started fucking me slowly, carefully so as not to hurt my leg.  He began to pump
his huge rod in and out of me.  His furry belly rubbing against my dick was
driving me wild.  Gradually, he moved faster and faster.  He built up speed and
rhythm like a diesel train.  Just like that train he was a creature of masculine
power and drive.  His cock massaged my prostate and his fur tantalized my
painfully stiff member.  It was torture and pleasure at the same time as I tried
not to shoot my load.  His claws were digging into the flesh on my back as our
passion intensified.  His tongue probed deeply into my mouth and throat and he
was pumping his cock into me harder and faster.  I was holding off, I wanted to
cum WITH my ursine lover the first time we made love together.  I wanted to
experience the rapture of simultaneous orgasm with my WereTeddy.  Soon, the
animal in us both took over; he was pounding away and I was pushing back to his
thrusts.  He growled and roared with pleasure as I began contracting my anus, I
was gripping and massaging his huge tool.  He growled out obscene lust filled
sentences describing with filth just how much he wanted me.

We were both possessed by ecstasy in the same moment.  As I was pumping out jets
of cum into our fur, Arthur was filling me with his hot ursine semen.  Slowly
his thrusts grew less powerful and finally he came to a stop, still deep within
me.  We lay together, him on top of me, kissing and caressing.  We were as one
being, sharing our bodies and souls with each other, still hugging.  He rolled
me over on top of his big furry chest and stroked me from my shoulders to my
thighs with his rough paws as we slowly drifted off.  I slept for the first time
with a man inside and I decided after that, this was how I wanted to go to sleep
EVERY night.

He woke me an hour or so later by pumping his rock hard cock in and out of me.
We were both ready for round two.  He sunk his claws into my rump to hold me
steady and fucked my ass like he was a piston and I was the cylinder.  My cock
was rubbing in the belly fur that I had stiffened with my seed last time.  The
roughness of it felt wonderful as I leaked pre-cum anew.  "You make me so damn
horny, son."  He growled.  I was surprised he could speak.  "You make me pretty
damn horny too, you big ol' Teddy Bear."  I buried my face in his chest fur and
breathed deeply his Bear musk.  I was becoming addicted to him and his scent.  I
felt the bond between us growing ever stronger.  He wasn't just fucking me; this
huge love-struck Bear was mating with me.  I pushed my lips against his muzzle
and forced my tongue inside, he tasted so good!  Again I held off until we both
came together, our seed cemented us together body and soul.  Again we lay with
me on top of my huge Teddy Bear.  My head resting on his chest while his rough
paws stroked my back, I was becoming addicted to that too!  I was soothed into
sleep by the comforting sound of the beating of his strong ursine heart.

When I awoke again, it was dark.  I kissed my new lover awake.  He was such and
awesome fuckbeast, the best lover I'd ever had.  It wasn't just that he was well
built, well hung and furry, though those were important attributes; he was the
best because he knew how to give pleasure as well as take it.  On top of all of
that, we loved each other.

He gently rolled me off of him and pulled out; he was still in hybrid Bear
shape.  "I'll be back in a minute."  He growled.  He went down stairs and when
he returned, he had a plastic bag, a large rubber band and a folding metal
chair.  "You and me are going to take a long, sensual shower together."  He
growled softly as he began wrapping my cast in the plastic bag.  He secured it
with the rubber band just below my knee.  Then he went into the master bathroom
and I heard him setting the chair in the shower.  He came back, picked me up,
kissed the living daylights out of me, grunted happily and took me into the
shower.  It was a huge shower and had four spouts, one in each corner of the
small room that could easily accommodate three large men or two Bearmen.  He sat
me down in the chair and turned the shower on.  "I have to buy shampoo and
conditioner in bulk, I like to bathe in this shape with my buddies."  He growl-
chuckled.  "I'm gonna pour shampoo all over myself and you can work it into my
fur.  When I'm all lathered up, I'm going to rub all over you to wash you.  I
got him all soapy and he rubbed himself all over my body like he was a gigantic
bath brush.  We were both hard as steel, by the time we'd rinsed off, we wanted
sex again.  I spread my legs and he got down on all fours.  He began sucking my
dick.  I was about ready to cum when he pulled on my balls and squeezed me off.
"Not yet, buddy!  I got something in mind!"  He grinned and stood up.

He straddled my crotch and settled down in my lap.  My cock went straight up his
hot Bear hole.  He reached over and turned off the water.  "I don't want my cum
to wash away before I get a chance to condition your furry chest and beard with
it!"  He nibbled on my ears and neck gently with his long canines.  He began
pumping up and down on my stiff cock.  He must have been practicing control of
his anus and bowel muscles for the better part of a century because his hole
milked my hard dick like his muzzle had.  I'd topped a good number of men before
and some of them were really good but none of them could compare to Art.  He was
a master and I wanted to learn everything I could from him.  Soon I was panting
and not able to believe I was about to cum yet again today.  He probed by throat
yet again with his long Bear tongue; he was also the best kisser I'd ever met
too.  "Cum inside of me, son.  I want your sperm in me like mine's in you." he
growled.  I came almost immediately after he finished saying that.  I shot my
load into him and he groaned in pleasure.  "That feels so good, Max." he rumbled
out.  He was still pumping up and down, rubbing his cock in my wet chest fur.
Faster and faster he moved as I hugged his mammoth Bear's rod to my chest.  "Oh,
yeah, buddy.  I wanna spew all over your furry chest and in your soft new
beard." he said in a husky growl.  "I wanna rub my spunk all over you.  I wanna
cover your in Bear sperm and lick it out of your fur and beard."  I was looking
down at the big purple head of his meaty, vein covered Bear cock.  I wanted him
to shoot his load all over my face.  I opened my mouth just as he shot.  I
tasted Werebear cum for the first time; it was salty, sweet and thick.  He shot
jet after jet, covering my face.  It flowed down into my beard.  He must have
shot at least six wads of  thick, creamy bear seed on me.  I looked up and his
Bear's face was awash in pleasure.  He roared suddenly and shot out one huge
last load that splashed onto the underside of my chin and ran down onto my chest
with the rest of his semen.  He slowly stopped pumping his ass hole on my dick
and crouched with me inside of him.  He began rubbing his sperm all over my face
and torso.  It smelled so good and I licked some out of my mustache.  "I want my
scent all over you.  You're my Cub now, I'd do anything for you."  He said and I
could see the love in his eyes  "And I'd do anything for you, Papa."  I smiled.
He growled softly and licked my cheeks and nose.  We kissed and he came off of
me.  He began licking his cum out of my beard and then off of my chest and belly.
He grabbed up a gallon bottle of conditioner, poured a good amount of it all
over his chest and I began to massage it into his fur.  He handed me the jug and
got down on all fours.  I poured more conditioner on his head, neck and back and
rubbed that in too.  He sat down on the floor of the shower.  "Come on over here
and sit in Papa's lap."  He patted his thighs; he was still hard and grinning
wide.  I loved being his Cub, I knew exactly what he wanted and I couldn't
believe I wanted more too.  I guess I was becoming as driven as he was.  I moved
over and nestled myself down into his lap, sheathing his pole in my guts.  He
grunted as I took him completely inside.  He began rubbing me all over with the
conditioner in his fur.  His cock moving slowly as he massaged my muscles.  I
leaned back into his furry chest, closed my eyes and enjoyed the experience. The
huge beast came yet again about thirty minutes after I'd settled down on his
dick.  We sat like that, with him semi-hard inside of me, for an hour or so, the
only sounds coming from us were the occasional grunts and moans and the
beautiful sound of kissing.

"Will I be able to cum as often as you do when I change?"  I asked, the thought
suddenly occurring to me after I realized how many times he'd fucked me today.
"Well, possibly," he said, "it varies, some are less driven and some are MORE
driven than I am.  The amount you make is also dependent on how big your
prostate becomes.  Mine's rather large, even for a Werebear, so I make quite a
bit in a day.  I love to cum, but I like the pleasure of giving pleasure just as
much.  Cuddling is almost as important as fucking to me.

A couple of the guys on Ron's crew just want to fuck all day long.  They've got
wet spots on their crotches most of the time because their constantly horny and
constantly leaking. There's no human I know of that would point it out to them,
though.  I think they're afraid of being pulverized… that or their afraid one of
them might get more aroused." he growl-chuckled.  "After all, would you walk up
to a 6 foot plus, tattooed, mean looking, biker type wall of muscle and fur and
comment on the relative dryness of his crotch if you didn't know him?"  "No."  I
said as I became aroused, "But I'd like to GET to know him!"  Art chuckled at
that.  "They're gruff and grumpy but they're really nice guys, once they know
you.  They'd do anything for you and stand by you through thick and thin.  There
are only two of them on the crew and they live together, mostly to satisfy each
other's insatiable hunger.  Not that they don't love each other, but they seem
to need satisfaction more than love.

They're a blast at orgies; they're always the last to fall asleep and the first
to be up and fucking in the morning!  More than once I've been fucked awake by
one or the other.  We call them the Satyr twins, Frank and Gus.  They'll
probably be the first to fuck you every day your first work week and their eyes
will be glued on you all day long.  They're always hot for the new guy.

They're both silver and black Bears.  Gus has salt and pepper hair with a long
silver beard he keeps forked and braided.  Frank has a mostly black medium
length bushy beard and hair with a silver patch on the chin and silver mustache.
The rest of their fur is salt and pepper all over their bodies.  They're covered
in tattoos and both of them love to ride their Harleys.  Seeing them go down the
street is an awesome sight, they're like furry Ursine Knights riding off to war.
Seeing them fuck is pretty awesome too, like watching Bears in heat, which is
what they are!

There are times all of us stand around in a ring, jacking off on them as they 69
on the floor; they love that warm rain of Bear cum.  We rub it all over them as
they suck each other off."

"Well, I guess it's time to rinse off and we should get around to having
dinner."  We disconnected ourselves from each other and began rinsing off.  "How
does beer and frozen pizza sound to you?  That's one pizza for me and two for
you, I don't want my Cub starving."  He said merrily as he patted my belly from
behind.  "Great!  Can we cuddle on the couch and watch movies afterward?"  I
asked.  "You do read minds after all, don't you!"  We laughed and kissed some
more.

That night, after a couple of old movies, a few more beers and some popcorn;
we slept together as mates.  Papa inside of me all night long.  Though we'd
have other partners for sex, this was a strong and lasting bond.

My leg healed completely after two weeks and I started growing taller, more
muscular and a lot furrier.  About four months or so after my fall into the
ravine and subsequent rescue by my HusBear, I changed and was pleased to wake up
to an incredibly long thick cock growing from between my legs.  I'd always had
light brown/blond hair before.  Now, after the change, I'd become dark nut brown
with a black beard.  I asked Art about it and he said it happened sometimes when
men became Werebears.  He thinks it has to do with the alteration of my genetics
by Werebear genes or perhaps recessive genes from one of my grandfathers that
was brought out by the combination with Werebear genes  I started work a week
after my first change and had a blast just like Art said I would.

I'd like to tell you all about it, but it's late and that's another story!

If you care to hear it, write to your Papa if you're interested in more.

PapaWereBear@go.com