Brian is a goodhearted bear, but he worries too much. Don't suppose I can blame him, though. His change wasn't easy on him...or any of us, for that matter. And the last couple of weeks of Keith's didn't give him much of a perspective on what a normal process usually is like.
And I think that's where most of his agitation was coming from. His curiosity was probably eating him alive. He wanted to see how a normal change went, but he thought we needed to be alone. I don't know if he realizes that when a cub first becomes a papa, his own papa is often around. Paul didn't have the luxury.
Unfortunately, he also has a strong sense of right and wrong. Or more accurately, what he thinks is right and wrong. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing. For a human. But for us, things aren't always so black and white.
All thing considered, he most likely feels the way his change happened was the way it was for everyone, but it's not. Most of us have little or no choice in the matter. He understands that, in the abstract, but in the reality, it's hard for him.
It didn't help that when his...gifts...fully awoke, he found he could affect other people's emotions. And memories. When he began laying a framework for his new identity, as his own cousin, he began planting new memories in his friends' minds. And he did it with a smile on his face and a sick look in his eyes. And after the whole Gene incident, he was so...repulsed by himself, he all but shut himself down.
Don't get me wrong. He will do what he has to, but he doesn't necessarily like it.
I think now I understand why he's so...masochistic. He feels he deserves to be punished for the bad things, in his mind, that he does.
But for now, at least, I think I've finally convinced him it was okay for him to be here. I could see how much strain he had been under the last couple of weeks.
Grandpapa had warned him how hard it would be to block out other peoples' emotions. The more people, the harder it gets. He needs the solitude this place provides. But he was willing to give it up. For me.
All this went through my mind as he followed Paul down toward the lake, singing an utterly perverse version of 'Teddy Bear's Picnic'.
Daniel was laughing, shaking his head.
"If I had any doubts about that being Brian, they're gone now," he chuckled. "You should have heard what he used to do to Christmas carols when we were kids."
"How you doing?" I asked.
"I...I'm not sure," he said, sobering.
"It's a lot to take in," I said, helping him back inside.
"And kind of hard to believe if I hadn't seen him change with my own two eyes," he said, looking up at me. "Almost as hard to believe that any of you would be interested...."
I cut him off by covering his mouth with mine.
He tensed as my tongue forced its way between his lips. He moaned and clutched at me, hesitantly returning my kiss.
"But we are attracted to you," I whispered. "And you are now and always will be my cub."
I swept him into my arms and carried him into the bedroom. I laid him gently on the bed.
"Just relax and let me take care of you," I said softly as I hovered over him.
"You're going to fuck me?" he asked, looking at my growing cock, a bit of fear in his eyes.
"I'm not going to do anything to you that I wouldn't let you do to me," I said, capturing his gaze.
I lowered myself so my foreskin scraped the rough stubble across his stomach. He drew a shuddering breath and his cock shot up, slapping against my nuts.
"Will it hurt?" he asked, a slight quaver to his voice.
"Yes," I replied. "At least at first."
I dropped my lips to his ear.
"Then it will feel incredible," I whispered, running my tongue around his lobe.
"Please...," he moaned as he writhed beneath me. "Papa."
I was quivering somewhere between terrified and excited.
I had spent years hiding my attraction to men. In the military, you had to, at least until recently. If anyone noticed I didn't have any girlfriends, they probably figured no girl would want me. I had never thought anyone would.
But I believed the desire in his eyes.
He dropped down on me, his fur tickling my flesh as his lips pressed against mine. Our tongues wrestled, his cock grinding against mine.
He lifted my arm and stuck his nose into my armpit.
"That tickles," I laughed, writhing beneath him.
"Learning your scent," he replied unrepentantly. "Our olfactory sense is much stronger than a human's. Someday soon, you'll be able to pick a familiar scent out in a crowd."
I squirmed until I could reach his pit. I inhaled the heady aroma. Indescribable. A combination of sweat, pine, and something else.
I let out a low moan as lust overwhelmed me. I needed...I needed...something.
He licked his way across my pec. He flicked my tit with the tip of his tongue. My back arched at the contact. I had never known how...sensitive they could be.
He chuckled and began suckling at my pec. I wrapped my arm around his head, holding him in place. I groaned as his teeth grazed the tender nub, feeling it swell as he blew across it.
He kissed his way across my chest, giving my other tit the same treatment. His thick beard scraped across my belly as he working his way down my body. Hesitantly, I reached down to stroke his hair.
He looked up at me and smiled tenderly. He ran his tongue around my belly button, making me squirm. His chest fur teased my throbbing cock, eliciting a deep groan.
I let out a shuddering gasp as he caught my foreskin in his teeth. I had been overwhelmed when he had touched me in the shower, was it just the day before? But that was no comparison to the feeling when he slipped his tongue into my overhang.
My head fell back and I clutched at his head.
"Let go of my ears. I know what I'm doing," he chuckled.
"Sorry," I said, snatching my hands back.
"I'm teasing," he said, planting a kiss on my cock head. "You can touch me anywhere you want."
I caressed his hair as he rubbed his coarse cheek along my shaft. He took my cock head into his mouth and began nursing at it. His lips pushed down, slowly devouring my cock. My head fell back, my legs stiffened, then I gasped as he pinched the base of my dick.
"Not yet," he whispered. "Don't want you to shoot till I get inside you."
He waited until I stopped clawing at the sheets, then released my shaft. A dollop of cum oozed out and he swooped down to lick it off.
He sucked my right nut into his mouth, laving the sweat from my sack. I was becoming overwhelmed by what he was doing to my body. Then he pushed me to a new level.
He hefted my balls and shove his face behind them. I had never really thought about how two men had sex. But when his tongue slid down my crack to my asshole, I knew he could do whatever he wanted to do to me.
He began slobbering on my hole, working his tongue inside me, leaving me writhing and moaning. I jumped as he worked a finger into me. It burned at first, but then I felt him working something cool into my ass.
"Think Brian has cornered the market on shortening," Jim grinned as he worked a second finger in. "We go through a lot of it."
A shudder went through me as he hit something deep inside me.
"That's your prostate," he said slyly. "It proves our creator wanted men to have sex with each other. If he didn't, he wouldn't have put it somewhere you can only reach with a finger. Or a dick."
"I don't know...," I began, then he touched that spot again and my eyes rolled back in my head.
"What was that?" he grinned wickedly.
"Please," I whimpered when I could speak again.
"Please, what?" he said, pausing.
"Please, Papa," I panted, trying to get his fingers deeper inside me. "Please fuck me."
His smile brightened his face and his eyes practically glowed. With his free hand, he smeared his hard dick with grease. He pulled his fingers from my ass and lifted my legs to his shoulders. He held his cock head against my hole and pushed.
I don't know how he expected something that big could be shoved up my ass. As his cock head bumped against my hole, I broke out in a cold sweat.
"It'll be fine, son," he said, running his slick hands across my clammy flesh.
"I...I'm scared," I admitted.
"All men fear," he said softly. "Anyone who says they don't are lying. All that matters is if you let your fear stop you."
I swallowed heavily and nodded. He held my gaze for a moment then smiled.
"On three," he said. "One.... Two...."
Before he got to three, he gave a savage thrust, breaching me.
I cried out as pain shot through me. I swear I could feel his heartbeat pounding through my ass. I gradually became aware of his voice, speaking soothingly, and his hands, roaming my body. He was holding himself still inside me.
"What...happened...to three," I panted.
"Didn't want you to tense up," he said unrepentantly. "Would have made it worse."
He bent down and licked my chin. His lips pressed against mine and this time, I thrust my tongue into his mouth. He sucked at it and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt my sphincter relax a bit and more of his cock pushed into me. I could feel his cock press against my prostate. My back arched, grinding my body against him.
"I told you it'd feel good," he grinned savagely.
"You weren't kidding," I groaned.
"Obviously, you like it," he said, shoving another inch in.
I looked at him blankly for a moment, until he grabbed my dick.
When he had popped my cherry, my hardon had wilted, but it had sprung back to life.
He slipped his thumb into my overhang, pulling his rod out of my hole a bit before pushing back in. With each thrust, a surge of goo spurted against his sheathed digit.
His short thrusts were driving me nuts, but I wanted more. Daringly I reached out and grabbed his tits. They were thick nubs, like pencil erasers. I twisted them, hard, and he let out a bellow and I felt his balls slap against my upturned ass. My head fell back and I swear I saw stars.
He began pounding my ass, grunting with each thrust, his sweat dripping down on me. The smell of him, of us, assaulted my senses. Every time he slowed down, I twisted his tits and he'd slam into me again. His assault on my prostate drove me over the edge. Years of sharing quarters with dozens of men trained me to swallow the sounds of my orgasm. He had no such restraint.
His roar shook the bed as he shot his load deep in my bowels. He collapsed down upon me, smearing my load between us, grinding his fur against my sensitive cock.
Panting, he rose up, running his hand across my cummy belly before grabbing my still hard cock. He tugged on me a few times with his sticky hand and grinned at me with an unholy glee.
He pulled back, his cock leaving my ass with a wet pop, leaving me feeling empty. Then my thoughts were taken elsewhere as he straddled my hips. He aimed my cock at his rosebud and locked eyes with me.
"What...what are you...?" I gasped.
"I told you I wasn't going to do anything to you I wouldn't let you do to me," he leered.
With a growl he sank down until he was fully impaled on me.