I promise that one day, I will be able to just relax with my cub again, even if I have to tie him up to do it.
Actually, he might enjoy that even more.
"Could you bring up that last bundle of shingles?" he called.
We had been working practically non-stop on Jim's place since they had left. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy to help out, but he's been going full steam.
Though he has been sleeping better. At least I think so. He's been in bed with me when I've woken up every morning. But he's been driving himself so hard he hasn't had the energy for... anything. Yeah, I could just have my way with him, but what's the fun in that?
I hefted the shingles on my shoulder and trundled them up the ladder.
"Thanks, Paul," he said as I dropped them beside him.
He took his sunglasses off and wiped his face with a towel. Even though the nights were beginning to cool off, the days were still warm, especially on a roof. He tucked the towel back into the waistband of his shorts and picked the pneumatic hammer back up.
I tore open the package and began sliding the shingles into place as he nailed them down.
"Well, the roof is officially done," he said when he finished.
"You're pretty good at that," I teased. "Almost looks like you know what you're doing."
"Well, when I was in college, would spend my summers volunteering for Habitat for Humanity," he said with a shrug.
"You must have done it a lot," I said approvingly.
"You know me," he said. "Always try to do my best."
He gestured me to head down the ladder before him. As he climbed down, I ran my hands up under his shorts, squeezing his sweaty ass.
He let out a whoop and grinned over his shoulder.
"Find anything you like?" he laughed.
"Dunno," I growled. "Let's see what I can find."
I dug my fingers into his crack. He let out a groan when poked at his back door. He dropped the hammer to the ground, and grabbed the ladder tightly. He arched his back, pushing his ass back into my hands.
"Papa, please," he moaned.
"You've been spending all of your time on this house, can't I have a few minutes of your time?" I pleaded.
He looked at me for a moment, then dropped his eyes.
"I have been slacking in my cub-ly duties, haven't I?" he said softly. "I just get... wrapped up, sometimes."
"I've noticed," I said in a teasing tone.
"Don't be afraid to drag me out when I get like that," he said pensively.
"So why are you so anxious to get this place done?" I asked as I reached around him and undid his shorts.
"Do you want the selfish or selfless answer?" he chuckled as he wiggled his hips so I could pull his shorts down.
"Just stay there," I said before he could step off the ladder. "Whichever."
I looked at those two furry mounds as a trickle of sweat trickled down into his crack. I pried them apart and spat on his hole.
"Well, the selfless answer is that I want Jim to be able to come back to a finished house, so he can concentrate on Danny," he grunted as I shoved my face into his rank ass.
The ladder rattled against the house as I slobbered on his needy hole.
"So what's the selfish answer?" I asked when I came up for air.
"Do you really want to know?" he said sheepishly.
"Yes," I growled and shoved a finger inside him.
"God," he groaned. "Nobody does it like my papa,"
"You're damning me with faint praise," I rasped. "Now tell me."
"You know I love Jim," he whimpered as I prodded his prostate. "But I want my papa to myself. We haven't really been alone since he and Grandpapa showed up."
"We've been alone," I began.
"Not really. There's always someone around," he pouted.
"So why did you let Jim stay?" I asked.
"He was worried about us," he said with a wry smile. "I think it had a lot to do with Gene."
"He thinks we can't take care of ourselves?" I asked with a cocked brow.
"He knows," he grumbled. "But Gene could, too. The problem was there weren't any others close enough to help him in time."
His expression darkened at the memory.
"He's also scared. If I...if I go off again, would you be able to control me by yourself?"
I stood frozen, my digits buried in his hole.
"I'd like to say yes, but I really don't know," I said honestly. "Even Joe wasn't able to get through to you."
"So he wanted to be close in case we needed him," he said, tightening his sphincter. "But not close enough to inhibit us. Then, too, I think that after Mike and Cliff left, he was lonely."
He smiled back at me.
"Don't know if he'd admit that, though," he laughed. "But figure Danny will change that."
I felt a wave of relief wash over me. He was doing this to spend more time with me, not less. As usual, he was taking the long view of things.
I hadn't realized I had been neglecting Paul, but now that he mentioned it, I knew it was true. You would think being able to sense what others are feeling would make things easier, but somehow, it doesn't. Possibly because I try not to impinge on him. He deserves his privacy as well as I do. You really can't replace actual communication.
All I know is he wanted me. Which was fine, because I wanted him in me. My shorts were bunched around my ankles, which wasn't an optimal position. I awkwardly tugged my boot out while balancing on the ladder. I shifted my footing and shook my shorts off.
"That better?" I asked, grinning back at him.
"Much," he laughed back, running his hands up sides, my sweaty fur catching at his fingers. "Now get down from there before you fall."
"But I already have," I whispered.
With a growl, he pulled me back against him, his zipper grinding into my ass. I squirmed around, driving my tongue between his lips, the scent of my ass driving me on. I fumbled at the buttons of his jeans, my eager hands traveling through his damp pubes to grasp the base of his turgid manhood...or would that be bearhood?
I dropped to my knees, pulling his jeans down, reveling in the scent of his fragrant crotch, feeling his hot cock throb against my cheek.
"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" I asked as I licked his salty sack.
"Are you talking to me or my cock?" he laughed.
"You," I whispered. "Your cock is just a bonus."
"I thought it was a boner," he teased.
"Whatever," I said, gnawing at the base of it.
He grabbed two handfuls of my hair and guided me to the end of his cock. He was right. His hooded head was ripe and dripping. His brand of head cheese usually didn't have a chance to ferment, but it was especially sharp today. I peeled his skin back and smeared his sticky glans around my face.
"Stop playing with your food and just eat it already," he growled.
I took his head in my mouth and he savagely pulled me into his groin, driving his big bear cock down my throat.
I clawed at his ass as I struggled for breath. He pulled out, allowing a gasp of air before driving back in, pounding my tonsils.
"Oh, yeah," he grunted. "You look so damn pretty with my dick in your mouth."
I tried to groan, but all that came out was a muffled grunt. Not from me, but from him as my throat writhed around his shaft.
He pounded my mouth as tears leaked from the corners of my eyes.
Abruptly, he pushed me back and I sprawled in the sawdust strewn rubble. Stepped out of his jeans and advanced on me. He reached down and grabbed my dick, skinning it back and releasing its pent up cock snot. It coursed down my thick shaft like a thick glaze.
He glared into my eyes and stepped over my body.
"What are you doing?" I panted, feeling rocks and chucks of wood bite into my back.
"Papa needs some lovin'" he growled. "I need that fucker inside me."
He squatted, pressing my slick head into his crack.
"At least let me get you ready," I pleaded, then gasped as his pucker fluttered against my sensitive head.
"If I remember correctly," he growled as he tried to force my dick up his ass. "You'll lube me up plenty once you're inside."
With that, he slammed down and my big head popped through his ring. His bellow echoed through the woods, startling a flock of birds.
I could feel my neck muscles tighten as I strained to hold back the flood.
"Seed my ass," he grated and reached down and savagely twisted my tits.
With a roar, I unloaded. My personal lube coated his tunnel, easing his descent on my still solid rod. I swear I heard bells ringing.
"Your phone," he panted as he began to undulate on my cock.
"Fuck it," I growled as I grabbed his hips and drove upward. "If it's important, they can leave a message. I'm not done yet."
"So who was it?" I asked much later as we lay disheveled and utterly satiated.
"Dunno," he said, looking at his phone. "Don't recognize the number."
He fiddled with his phone while I brushed twigs and flecks of sawdust out of our fur. He listened to the voice mail, his face grimacing in frustration.
"Do you know a Ben Nicholson?" he asked.
"Not that I know of. Why?" I asked.
"Listen," he said, replaying the message on the speaker.
"Hi, Brian. This is Ben Nicholson. I just wanted to let you know we'll be there sometime tomorrow morning. See you then."
"Any ideas?" he asked.
"Ben Nicholson. Ben Nicholson," I pondered. "Well, a lot of us use our father name with son at the end when we go out on our own. Gene Richardson, for example."
"I understand that," he chuckled. "That is the reason my family name was Torkelson. My great-grandfather's name was Torkel."
"Well, Rick usually went by Nicholson...," I began.
"So, you think this Ben might be one of Grandpapa's...cubs?" he smirked, then his mouth dropped open.
"When I...withdrew...after Gene, Grandpapa told me I should talk to his cub, Ben," he continued.
"Well, would explain who he is and why he's coming," I said, sliding my arm around him.
"And just when I thought I was going to get some alone time with you," he growled. "Would have been nice of them to let me know what's going on."
"Hey, we've got forever to be together," I said comfortingly. "But I've got a feeling, this won't be last time someone just pops up. Everyone wants to meet the new 'Grandpapa'."
"I'm no Grandpapa," he grumbled.
"Well, we all felt you," I whispered. "Everyone wants to know what the real thing feels like."
"Great. I'm the new amusement park and everyone wants a ride," he groused, tugging his shorts back on. "Maybe I should start charging."
"So long as I get the Papa discount," I teased, picking up the tools.
"Don't worry," he said, kissing my neck. "You've got a lifetime free pass."