6
"Still can't believe you gave this up," Jim said as we pulled up in front of the house.
"Didn't have much choice," Brian said. "Think they'd notice a honking big bear lumbering around the neighborhood."
"True," Jim chuckled as he got out of the truck. Cliff was finishing up the front yard and waved.
"We should be back before too long," Brian told him as he crawled out of the back seat and stretched before climbing back in front.
"You still sure about this?" I asked after he gave me directions.
"Well, I'm going to need clothes at some point anyway. Can't keep me barefoot and naked all the time."
"Why not? I like you like that," I teased.
"I'm sure you do. I hate to admit it, but I was getting a little stir crazy. I just hope we can find some real shoes that fit."
"Yeah, you'd look funny in a nice suit with those moccasins," I laughed, nodding toward his feet.
"Had to do something. Didn't have time for anything more complicated. Besides, there's a big difference between making a set of chaps and a pair of boots. Don't have the experience to do that."
I have to admit he was an amusing sight. He was wearing the pair of overalls that Grandpapa had left him. They were loose in some places, tight in others. He had squeezed into one of my t-shirts that was at least two sizes too small.
"Might want to stop at Casual Male after the tailors," he said, smiling back at me. "I 'm going to need more than just one suit."
"Holy crap," I heard someone say when we walked into the tailor's shop.
I was hard put to keep my face straight.
"Hi. We were told to ask for Vince?" Brian said.
"Vince!" the guy at the counter called over his shoulder. "I think your eleven o'clock is here."
A...little man walked out of the back room. He was maybe...maybe five foot tall. A light brown goatee framed his lips, wisps of hair sticking up from the collar of his shirt.
"Whoa," he said under his breath.
"Are you Vince?" Brian smiled, extending his hand, as if he'd never met this man.
"Yes, I am," he replied, looking at us oddly. "Brian said he had family in town."
"Yeah. Our mothers were cousins, so that makes us...second cousins? Or is it third? Not much of a genealogist, I'm afraid."
I was impressed anew at how well he had thought this through.
"And this is?" Vince asked.
"This is Paul, my papa," he said expressionlessly. He leaned in conspiratorially. "There's always been the family...rumor that he's not my real father, if you know what I mean. Brian and I look more alike than he and I do."
He looked at both of us.
"I don't know. I can see a family resemblance between you two, though I have to admit, you do look quite a bit like your cousin," he said with a grin, waving us into the back room.
"You are so bad," I whispered in his ear as we followed our diminutive host.
He just turned and winked at me.
"Brian was telling me you've had a death in the family," Vince said, pulling out a tape measure.
"Yeah," he said, looking crestfallen. "With the kind of luck we have, sometimes wonder who our family pissed off. Didn't help that I lost most of my stuff when my house burned down. Awful hard to borrow clothes when you're my size."
"Yeah, I understand. I tend to have the same problem, but in the opposite direction. Now then, let's get some measurements," Vince said gesturing toward a dais, then pausing. "Um, maybe we don't need that."
I had to hide a smile. It was even harder to do when Vince started measuring his inseam. The look on his face when he encountered Brian's package was priceless.
"Oh, my! I mean, excuse me," Vince said, his face reddening.
"That's alright," Brian said, struggling to contain a smirk. "I'm afraid I lost my underwear along with everything else. Though I'd be careful if I were you. I'm a little...sensitive."
Vince swallowed heavily, his eyes open wide. He tried to unobtrusively adjust himself.
"So how long have you known Brian?" I asked and he tore his eyes from Brian's crotch.
"Well, he started coming to me a few years ago when he...had to take over his father's company. Before that, I knew him from the...I mean, I'd seen him out at the bars a few times."
"You knew his husband, too?" Brian asked.
Vince glanced up at him, then relaxed with a slight smile.
"Yeah, I knew Joe, too. Wasn't sure how...open he was with his family."
"Well, we know," Brian deadpanned.
"Haven't seen him since Joe passed away. Was surprised to hear from him. How's he doing?"
"He's doing pretty well, all things considered," Brian said.
"So did you and he ever...?" I asked, grinning wickedly at my cub.
"No," Vince said, shifting uncomfortably. "He was with Joe when I met him. And he didn't fool around on Joe."
"Too bad. He's got one tight ass," I said, smiling at Vince's expression.
"I...You...He...," Vince stammered. His face was bright red, but the tent in his slacks told a different tale.
"You know what they say. 'If you can't keep it in your pants, keep it in the family.'," I said softly.
Brian was struggling to keep from laughing.
"So do you ever not keep it in the family?" Vince said finally, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
"I've been known to," I said, glancing at my cub. He winked back at me. "Why? What do you have in mind?"
"What time is your funeral?"
"Starts at seven," Brian said.
"Well, we close about four, so if you want to come back about then, I can make sure everything fits just right.," he said with a gleam in his eye.
"So, did you plan that?" I asked as we left the tailor's.
"No," Brian said with a shrug. "Not really. I know him and know he does good work. Didn't exactly expect to end up getting into his pants."
"Why not?" I asked. "He's a cute pocket cub."
"Yeah he is," he admitted. "But the last time I'd seen him, he was in a relationship. Of course, so was I."
"What about now?" I asked, giving him a evil grin.
"Well, he's no longer wearing his ring, so he's not still with Jeff. There's not even an indentation in his finger, so I'd guess it's been a while," he said with a shrug. "Afraid I'm not exactly up on the local gossip."
"You sure seem to have checked him out pretty well," I teased. "He was certainly checking you out."
"Probably wants to know if I was hiding his twin brother in my pants."
"He has a twin?" I growled.
"No," he laughed. "But it's about the same size. Speaking of which, we should pick up some rubbers. All those boxes I picked up a couple months ago and they're all back at the cabin."
"Check the glove box," I grinned.
He started laughing when he pulled out a box of Magnums.
"And who was planning something?" he said, wiping his eyes.
"Always keep some there for emergencies," I said slyly. "Just haven't had to use them the last few months. Unless you don't want to use them with him."
I didn't think that would be a good idea, but wanted to see his reaction.
"No!" he said emphatically. "I don't think so. If we want to keep ourselves out of the public's eye, we can't just go around changing just anybody."
"Well, you'd said something about sharing a cub," I tease.
"I was just asking to make you think about other possibilities. Besides, I don't want a cub at this point. I want you to myself for a while yet."
"Good," I said, squeezing his thigh. "I'm glad we feel the same way."
He looked less...comical...after we got him into some better fitting clothes. Fortunately, with the measurements Vince had taken gave us a pretty good idea what sizes to look for. With that in mind, it didn't take him long to pick out a variety of clothes. Probably the hardest part was finding shoes that would fit. Most stores don't usually keep anything over size thirteen in stock.
"Guess it's true what they say about men with big feet," he said as we walked back to the truck carrying the bags of his new clothes.
"And what would that be?" I smirked.
"Big feet, big shoes," he said. "Just glad they had something that fit. Feels kind of weird to be wearing clothes after being naked for the last couple of months."
"I know what you mean and I agree."
"Think we could stop at the hardware store?" he said, gesturing down the street.
"Don't see why not. Why?"
"I want to see if they carry some stuff I'm going to need," he said. "And we might want to hit the warehouse store before we leave town. We've gone through a lot of stuff the last few weeks."
"We?"
"Hey! I wasn't the only one eating," he growled.
He seemed to know exactly where he was going when we got to the hardware store. When he stopped, I had to stifle a bark of laughter.
"What?" he asked, looking up from the assortment of metal rings. "Cliff wants a harness, and I'm going to want one, too. Good thing I've been with him," he winked, making a circle with his thumb and fingers and looking for a corresponding match.
"Though I might have the same problem as before," he said, glancing around before groping himself. "Got to go with a bigger size to get it over my nuts so it's not as snug as it's supposed to be."
He ended up grabbing a dozen or so rings of various sizes before heading toward the hardware section. He grabbed a box of rivets and tossed them in the cart.
"Works great for permanent work, though fortunately, I've got plenty of snaps for the adjustable bits."
He grabbed a box of assorted alligator clips.
I looked at him quizzically.
"What? I can't shop for myself?" he asked.
"Cub, sometimes I worry about you," I said, shaking my head.
"Oh!" he said, flipping the cart around. He stopped in the aisle with the vacuum cleaners.
"These make much better cock rings," he said, grabbing a bag of the sweeper bar bands. "Stretchy."
"Damn! I'm never going to able to look at a hardware store the same way."
"Maybe we shouldn't go to the grocery store together then," he said with a wicked grin.
It was shortly before four when we returned to Vince's tailor shop. There were only a couple of cars in the parking lot when we pulled up.
"Hi," Brian said as we stepped up to the counter. "We're here for a final fitting with Vince."
"Send them back, Chris" came Vince's voice from the back room. "I'm almost done. You can go ahead and take off. Just lock up after yourself."
"You sure?" Chris said uncertainly, looking us up and down.
"Yeah. They're old friends," Vince said.
Chris shrugged and flipped the open sign over and left.
We walked into the back and found Vince running a lint roller over a pair of suit coats. He looked so hot standing there in his slacks and a white wife beater. He looked over his hairy shoulder and smiled.
"Looks like you found something more fitting to wear," he winked.
"Luckily," Brian replied.
"So why come here for a suit?" he asked.
"My cousin says a tailored suit looks better than anything you can get off the rack," Brian answered. "He highly recommends you. Never said anything about how hot you are, though."
He blushed cutely.
"You know, I don't usually do anything like this," Vince said. "I try to keep my professional life separate from my private life."
"Well, check the fit then punch out," I said with a grin.
"So why are you doing this, then?" Brian asked softly. "We don't have to do anything."
Vince was quiet for a long moment.
"Please don't tell him," he said at last with a sigh, "But I've always kind of had a thing for your cousin. And you might be the closest I get."
He smiled up at Brian so he missed my expression.
"Now go try them on and then we'll see," Vince said.
I picked up my suit and looked at Brian. He smiled and headed into one of the changing rooms.
"Bashful?" I asked.
"Me? Just accepting that we need this done before we do anything else," he said with a shrug and a wink.
I changed into the suit and looked at my reflection.
"I guess Brian was right," I said. "This does look better than anything I've ever had before."
"Well, you get what you pay for," he said and I turned to look at him.
I loved the way he looked naked, but he cut a fine figure of a man even completely clothed.
"Well, let's see," Vince called.
We stepped out and he let out a low whistle.
"Damn," he muttered, then checked the fit, running his hands up my thigh, checking the waistband. "Wonder why I suddenly have Sharp Dressed Man going through my head."
"Probably 'cause I look like the bassist," Brian said with a grin.
"Looks good, though," he chuckled.
I wrapped my arm around Brian and smiled at Vince.
"The suits or us?" I chuckled.
"Both," he laughed back, then sobered. "Are you really father and son?"
"What makes you think we aren't?" Brian said.
"Well, you don't seem very upset that a family member just died."
"It was Brian's uncle on the other side who died.," he said with a shrug. "Don't know if I ever actually met the man."
He looked at me expectantly.
"That's right," I said, hiding a wink. "You couldn't make it when his folks died. Probably the last time I'd seen him myself."
"And yes, he is the one who made me the man I am today," Brian said jerking his head toward me.
I was able to turn my snort into a cough, glaring at my cub. I'd have to get him for that one.
"But we didn't...get together until recently. Hope that doesn't bother you."
Vince seem to relax at that.
"I hate to admit it, but it kind of turns me on," he admitted.
"Really?" Brian said, then grabbed me by the tie and pulled me into a lip lock.
His tongue thrust into my mouth, his hands groping my ass through the thin fabric of my slacks.
I kissed my way to his ear.
"You are so bad," I whispered.
"Guess Papa will have to punish me, then," he breathed back.
"I think we're going to need to get out of these clothes," I said out loud, feeling him grind himself against me. "You're going to leave a huge wet spot all over those nice pants."
We stepped back from each other and looked at Vince. He was flushed and breathing heavily, a nice bulge tenting the front of his slacks. Brian reached out, loosening my tie and pulling it off. I unbuttoned his shirt, running my hands through his fur, cupping his firm pecs in my hands. Our jackets fell to the floor. I tugged his shirt off, leaving his tie knotted around his thick neck.
Vince let out a low moan and I waved him over. His eyes bulged out when we let our pants fall to the ground.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he whispered, looking back and forth between the heavy slabs of bear meat hanging before him. He reached out to touch Brian's lengthening cock. "I wasn't sure that was actually all you," he said looking up at him. "That fucking things bigger than my arm."
"Well, no offense, but with your build, I bet you'd be great at fisting," Brian twinkled at him.
Vince laughed and pulled his hand back, reaching for his wallet. He flipped it open and Brian roared in laughter.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
Vince showed me a badge-like card.
"M.A.F.I.A.?" I asked.
"Mid-America Fist In Action," Brian said, wiping his eyes.
"Hmmm," I growled, licking my lips.
"Maybe some other time," Brian said. "We're on a time line."
"Um," Vince said, suddenly sheepish. "I probably should have mentioned it before, but I only play safe."
"Glad to hear it," I said, grinning as I picked up my jeans. I brandished a couple strips of rubbers. "Think this should be enough?"
He laughed and swept up our discarded suits.
"Don't want these wrinkled, now do we?" he admonished gently.
As he was hanging them up, we stepped up behind him and grabbed his tank, pulling it up. He laughed and turn toward us. His chest was covered in sandy brown fur, tapering down over the beginning of a beer belly. We knelt on either side of him, feeling his silky fur. He giggled as Brian lifted his arm and shoved his face into his pit. With a grin, I followed suit, stroking his pelt until I found his nipple. His laughter turned to moans as I tweaked the little nub. I licked my way down his chest until I was nursing at his tit. He wrapped his arm around my neck, forcing me down on it harder. My ear rubbed against my cub's.
I felt coarse bristles beginning to sprout from his earlobe and I smacked his ass. He turned his head, his lips moving against my ear.
"Sorry," he breathed.
Fortunately, Vince's head was thrown back, eyes clenched as he moaned.
I grabbed his hard cock through the thin fabric of his slacks.
"Nice piece of meat you've got here," I mumbled into his chest.
"Nothing compared to you two," he said sheepishly.
"So long as you know how to use what you've got, size doesn't matter" Brian said, fumbling at Vince's belt.
His pants dropped to the floor, exposing his throbbing dick.
"Damn!" I said. "Nothing to be ashamed of there."
If he had been a normal sized man, he would have been hung. But on him....
"Good thing I got the Magnums," I grinned.
I handed one to Brian and tore another open. He gave me an embarrassed smile and I swallow a laugh. I grabbed his shaft and peeled the skin back and rolled the rubber down it. He gave me a grateful smile then laughed. Even one of this size only covered a bit over half his dick.
"Not sure how much good this will do," he chuckled. "Looks like I won't be fucking anybody tonight."
"Damn," Vince said, though I'm unsure whether he was disappointed or relieved.
"It's all right," Brian said, ruffling Vince's hair. "I'm afraid I'd hurt you."
"But what a way to go. With that thing up my ass, Paul could kiss me and suck you at the same time."
"So what do you like to do?" I asked, rolling another condom down his uncut cock.
He thought a second.
"I'd like to watch you two go at it. Not sure what you can really do with that much meat."
"You'd be surprised," I smirked.
Brian rose and fumbled for his pants as I rolled my own rubber on. It felt strange considering how long it'd been since I'd used one. I looked up as Brian returned. He was carrying a long lace he had picked up at the craft store. He grinned as we watched him tie it around the base of his cock and wrap it up, so the rubber was held in place.
"Ribbed for his pleasure," he laughed evilly.
"Let's find out," I said, pulling him to me. Our tongues dueled as we ground against each other. The smooth rubber contrasting with the rough cords entwining thrust against my hip. We dropped to the floor, exploring each others' bodies. We'd been going at it practically nonstop for the last few months, but his body was in many ways still new to me.
Eventually, we lay on our sides, face to cock. I slipped his swollen head into my mouth, feeling its heat through the thin latex. Fortunately, I was well experienced handling bear meat. I began working his shaft down my throat as he went to town on my own cock. The cords scraped at the tender flesh of my throat. Finally my nose pressed into his fragrant sack.
"Holy fucking mother of God," Vince whispered.
I looked up and he was staring, his mouth hanging open in awe, sheathed cock bouncing up and down.
I eased my cub's cock out of my mouth and rolled him on top of me. I sucked one of his nuts into my mouth. He let out a whining groan as he slobbered all over my crotch. I ran my hands across his hairy ass, spreading his cheeks wide.
"Well?" I said, spitting out his nut, looking up at Vince.
"Just pretend I'm my cousin," Brian said, rising up off my dick to look back over his shoulder.
"You know, you never even told me your name," Vince said, stepping closer.
"Just call me Brian," he said with a wink.
"So, have you and Brian...ever...?" Vince asked.
"Well, let's just say, I know what his dick feels like, but he's never touch this," Brian said, shaking his cock.
My body shook beneath him, trying to stifle my laughter.
Vince drew a shuddering breath, then pressed his sheathed head against my cub's hole.
"Oh, come on," I growled and reached up, grabbing his ass and shoving him balls deep in Brian's ass.
Vince groaned and Brian's back arched, his cock dancing through my chest hair. Vince pulled back, Brian's sphincter clinging to the shaft.
"Fuck!" Vince groaned. "How the hell can you still be this tight?"
"Been a few days since he plowed my ass," Brian growled. "He's been busy taking me."
"You took that whole thing?" he said in surprise.
"And loved every minute of it," I purred, my tongue flicking out to caress his dick as it slid back up Brian's chute.
He groaned and began plowing my cub wantonly. His furry ass flexed beneath my questing hands. My fingers wormed into his crack as he rocked above me, finding his pucker. I rubbed my fingertips around his tender ring. I pressed gently with my middle finger and slid deep into him.
"Damn! Somebody came prepared."
"Didn't know what you were into," Vince grunted. "Wanted to be ready for anything. Just one? This isn't a prostate exam."
"Well, I aim to please," I grinned, adding another digit.
"I thought you told me there weren't any hot guys in this town," I said as we pulled out of the parking lot.
"Well, in my defense," he said with a grin, "He doesn't live here. Or at least he didn't. When I did see him out, it was usually in the Chicago area. And we were both in monogamous relationships," he said with an uncomfortable smile. "Unfortunately, his boyfriend wasn't."
"Oh?"
"The saying, 'The lady's always the last to know', was appropriate. I'm assuming Vince finally found out."
"What makes you say that?"
He gave me that look.
"Ah."
"Just hoping he didn't insist on using rubbers because Jeff gave him something. Then, too, I did business with him. Didn't even know he liked me in that way," he said with a sheepish smile.
"Oh? So now that someone else fucks you, you ready to kick me to the curb?" I teased.
I yelped as he reached over and pinched my arm.
"Paul! A thousand guys could fuck my ass and none of them would be my papa."
"Hmmm. A thousand guys fucking you. Can I watch?"
"Sure. So long as you know about it," he smiled, sitting back. "You know I've got no problem with you fooling around, with me or without me. Just so long as you're honest with me. And I'll be honest with you."
"Like you were honest with Vince?" I grinned at his grimace.
"I hate doing that, but I suppose I'm going to have to get used to that."
"Well, you're pretty good at it. 'He made me the man I am'.... I about swallowed my tongue."
"Sorry," he grinned unrepentantly. "Though if I really was my own cousin, I could inherit everything I...he has...."
"Suppose that could be something to consider. We'll have to see what Jim thinks. He's much better at that kind of stuff than I am."
"I'll bounce it off of him tonight."
"Dunno. He's with the boys. Something might already be bouncing on him."