Chapter 8

'Hurry up and wait' is the mantra of nearly all ER's, at least as far as family and friends are concerned. And, wait they did. Moose and Rusty alternately dozed in the uncomfortable chairs, one of them awake at all times. Both felt a deep concern for the young man they had both come to care for over the past months. Finally, a nurse poked her head through the swinging door and called out, “Anyone here for a Brian?” Moose nudged Rusty, and the two got up and followed the nurse through the door and into a room on the other side.

“Your friend is going to be fine, just some smoke inhalation and some very minor burns on his back and a bit more serious ones on his hand and arm. They should be fine though. He's had pain meds and there's a ‘script here for more and some antibiotics.”

“How are the others from the fire?” Rusty asked.

The nurse shook her head. "Two died on the way here, another about an hour ago. I don't know about any others at the scene. The other one your friend arrived with will be OK, but he'll be here for a few days. Your friend is very lucky, nothing major except on his left arm.” The nurse looked down at her clipboard. “There was a note here from the ambulance crew, to 'have a look at the big galoot'... I assume that's you?”

Moose looked a bit embarrassed and blushed slightly, though it was hard to tell through the grime on his face.

“Well, let's have a look at you.” Moose stood up, “Damn! Did you know that your sweater is half burned off your back?” Moose shook his head. “Are you in pain?” Again Moose shook his head. “I'm sorry but I'll have to cut that away, there's bound to be tissue damage under there. You should have been brought in with the others.” She reached for scissors on a nearby tray.

“No, I'm fine, really. It's just that there were so many sparks flying around. Nothing hurts, really. I guess the guy I was carrying over my shoulder shielded me from...” The nurse was having none of it, and began clipping. The sweater fell off as she clipped. “Oh, my!” she breathed softly to herself, 'and here I though Freddy was hairy,’ thinking of her husband's chest and belly. 'This guy's back is twice as hairy as Freddy's front.'

“What?” Moose said, suddenly nervous. “What do you see?”

“Oh, um, well, really nothing much. Some of your hair is singed a bit, and there are a couple of places that are sort of pinkish, but nothing bad at all. I'm really surprised. Judging by that sweater...” She paused, putting the scissors down. “It appears that you were very lucky as well, Mr... Uh... “

“Masterson. Norman Masterson.” Moose supplied.

Rusty breathed a sigh of relief. “So he's OK?”

“Yes, it looks like he is.” The nurse's pager went off. “Damn, I've got to go. Listen, your friend Brian can go home now if you like, but someone has to be with him for the next 12 hours or so. He's going to be woozy from the pain meds. If that's not possible, he can stay here and you can pick him up tomorrow. Let the girls at the front desk know what you'd like to do; pleasure meeting you both. Sorry to rush.” The nurse hustled out of the room and down the hall.

“Whew. Bullet dodged.” Moose smiled. “Shall we get Brian? He can stay upstairs with us for a bit.”

“Um… you are half naked, in case you hadn't noticed. That nurse sure did, and much as I love looking at your thick furry body, it just might cause some comment out in the waiting room.” Rusty was smiling, but serious. “How about we both head out to the car and then I come back in a make arrangements? “

Moose grinned. “What? You think I'll give the girls at the desk a heart attack?”

“More likely they'll throw themselves at you.” Rusty looked around. “Here, drape this around you.” handing Moose a thin, small blanket from a shelf over the examining table.

Moose tried and failed to cover much of his upper body with the small scrap of fabric. The two walked out of the room and back through the door into the waiting room. Two older women looked up from their whispered conversation and stared openly, their mouths slightly open. A worried looking young couple glanced at Rusty and Moose, looked back at each other, and then again at Moose, the young man now staring openly.

The bearmen left the waiting room and went out to the parking lot. Moose climbed in on the driver’s side and waited while Rusty went back inside to make arrangements to pick up Brian.

At the nurses’ station Rusty began filling out the insurance paperwork, signing the necessary documents to have Brian released to him. This nurse seemed more relaxed than the one they had dealt with earlier. He was also male, not one of the 'girls' he'd been expecting. He smiled at Rusty. “It’s a very kind thing you’re doing for that young man, Mr. Zimmermann. Not many would,” the brawny bearish nurse with the thick black beard and shaved head said, looking appreciatively at Rusty.

“Brian’s been through a lot, he doesn’t need to complicate his life any more than it already is and he’s a good kid. He deserves to have someone looking out for him, God knows there aren’t many who are.” Rusty said and handed back the paperwork.

“I asked him about people we could contact, family, you know. He was kind of quiet and just said his family couldn’t care less. I thought that was kind of harsh on their part, if it’s true.” the big man said.

“I can assure you, it’s true. They kicked him out of their home.” Rusty said and sighed.

The nurse nodded and it looked as if he understood something he hadn’t before.

“Anyway, his burns aren't that bad, really; just the ones on his arm and hand that bear watching. I'm afraid the paramedics gave him a lot of Demerol, based on the state of his clothes. He looked worse than he actually was. He'll be out of it for a while. He's really lucky, hardly any burns on his back at all. We were about to give him a bath and get him out of those sooty clothes, but I’m guessing your husband could take care of that.” The nurse looked for a reaction from Rusty, and the shorter bear smiled.

“How’d you know?” he asked.

“It’s a small town Mr. Zimmermann; and when two fine bears like yourselves move in and set up shop, word gets around. The Bear community here is small, which means we’re all hungry and on the prowl.” he grinned as he continued, “That construction crew that remodeled your building when you first moved here was a nice bit of eye candy on my way to work, I even took the scenic route just so I could catch a peek. Also, one of my friends is a patient of your husband's, I’ve dropped her off at his office when her car was in the shop; she speaks very highly of the both of you; likes your coffee too.”

Rusty beamed, “Come by the shop when you get a chance, nurse…?” Rusty looked for a nametag or something on the man’s chest.

“Oh, sorry, my ID’s on the desk over there; it’s Andrews, Jeff Andrews and I’ll see what I can do about getting a night off to go to Jazz and Java sometime. Friday nights, right?” He said, offering his hand to Rusty.

Rusty shook it firmly, released and smiled, “Yes, Friday nights. Would love to have you over, Jeff; and if I might ask, do you have a partner?”

“Husband, yes, Alden Rossi; he snagged me over a decade ago and I’ve been a very happy cub since. Says he had to move quickly before some other bear pounced on me, but that wouldn’t have happened. I knew he was mine the first time we met.” Jeff’s eyes showed the joy and pride he felt thinking of his husband.

“Well, bring him along; bears are always welcome in our shop!” Rusty said and patted Jeff on his beefy shoulder.

“OK, I definitely will, Mr. Zimmermann,”

“Please, call me Rusty. We’re bears, we can dispense with formality.” Rusty felt comfortable with this young man already.

Jeff chuckled, “OK, Rusty, Brian’ll be out in just a few minutes, we’ll have an orderly take him out to your car; you’re parked out back in the east-side lot, right?” He said and smiled and winked.

“Yes, I’ll meet him when he comes out.” said Rusty, returning the smile. It had been awhile since he and Moose had anyone to play with in their home, perhaps this was the beginning of a new friendship?

He returned to the SUV to wait with Moose.

“You just got some competition, Norman!” Rusty said smugly as he got into the car.

“Oh?” Moose kept his head forward, looking for Brian but gave Rusty a sidelong glance.

“Yes, Jeff Andrews, the nurse that was handling the paperwork at the desk was hitting on me… I think he’s very cute… wonder if he and his hubby would like to play with us?” Rusty mused.

“Rusty!” Moose gave him a shocked look. “You say I'm incorrigible!”

Rusty patted Moose’s cheek and gave him a kiss. “He’s a hot young man with a papa bear. I think you’d like him and probably his papa too. The papa's named Alden, by the way; an interesting and unusual name, that.”

“Well maybe. We used to play with others before changing and we haven’t played with human bears since… might be kinda fun given the increased stamina we have, now. Thoroughly wear them out… give ‘em marathon fucks to remember.” he mused quietly for a few seconds, then became serious, “Changing the subject but, what do we do?”

“About?” Rusty asked.

“I mean, what do we do about, well, if Brian asks me about what he saw?”

Rusty reached over and patted Moose's paw with his own. “I think the best thing would be to try to pass it off as something he thought he saw in the smoke... or a kind of hallucination from breathing all that smoke. I'm sure we can convince him.”

“I hope so, Rusty, I hope so.” Moose looked towards the door. “Look, there he is.” Both turned towards the Emergency Room entrance.

Rusty got out and went to the door and helped Brian out of the wheelchair and thanked the orderly. “Come on, Brian we're out here.” The two walked slowly to the SUV, where Moose held the door open. Both bears resisted the urge to engulf Brian in bear-hugs. Rusty helped Brian into the vehicle then climbed in beside him. “You OK?”

Brian nodded and said, “Thanks guys... I didn't know what to said…” there was a pause while Brian looked around in a dazed way, his command of English somewhat impaired, “I own you my life, I hear.” He was looking at Moose. “Wha hoppened?” His speech was also becoming slightly slurred, but he seemed to be focusing.

Moose and Rusty filled Brian in on the details of the evening. They kept things simple, partly because of Brian's fuzzy-headedness with the pain killers and partly to avoid too many uncomfortable questions.

As they got closer to the Brown Bear, Rusty carefully questioned Brian, “Do you remember anything about the fire?”

Brian struggled to focus on the question and recall the recent events. “I ‘member… I re… member… waaas going for some blankets, they were out. In the front... And in back there were blankets. But OK I finished surfing so I said, ‘OK I’ll got some.’ And then I was in the hall.” Brian paused and stared out the window, the meds were really affecting his cognition.

“You were in the hall getting blankets, what happened then?” Rusty asked.

“I smell something... gas or some… thing. I heard, like, someone outside. Not at the door, under... windows.” Brian paused, shook his head a bit trying to clear it and then continued. “Then... no, then I heard 'whoomp' and seen flames. I look for a estingisher, but there wasn't one, so I ran to… in the hall and banged into the rolly table. I fell. Hit my head on the floors or blanket...no, that's not right. Wall, hit the wall. I felt woozy and kinda fuzzy after that. I was coughing from all the smoke. I tried to crawl. I don’t find exit and I passed out again. I saw a big animal or something... was gonna eat me…”

Moose quickly interrupted Brian. “Yes, that must have been what I tripped on in the hall... the rolling table. I found another guy in the hall and took him out and then went back for you. You were in a room, not sure which one, the smoke was thick; but I picked you up and carried you out. I had to break the door down to do it.” Moose grinned, rubbing his shoulder and secretly hoping that his rush of words would shift Brian away from trying to recall just exactly what it was he had seen when he was rescued. “Brian?” The young man had drifted back to a drug-induced sleep, and both Rusty and Moose sighed with relief.

Moose pulled up to the back door of the Brown Bear. Together, they got Brian out of the SUV and inside.

Brian woke enough to ask, “Wha... where we going?” having noticed that they weren't headed for his room.

“You're going to sleep upstairs tonight. It's OK, we'll sleep out in the main room and check in on you every once in a while.” They mounted the stairs and entered their home above the shops.

Moose quickly shucked the small hospital blanket and his sooty, destroyed pants while Rusty helped a clumsy Brian shed his clothes. He made no objection until his briefs were gently pulled off.

“Wha … wha’s oing gon?” Asked Brian in a muddled voice, his weariness and the painkillers making him slur his words even more.

“The nurse said you’d need a shower, no point in smelling of smoke and irritating everything after being treated for smoke inhalation,” explained Rusty gently. “Besides, you aren’t getting in my bed that grimy, I’d have to toss my 800 thread count, custom made, Egyptian cotton sheets.” he added to lighten things up a bit.

“I… OK, go shower.” said Brian, trying to get out of Rusty’s grip, and gasped a bit when he found himself in Moose’s arms instead.

“Now hold on there, boy, there ain’t no way with all you’ve been through you are showering yourself. Not to mention the drugs. You’ll fall and hurt yourself.” Moose declared.

Brian noticed that Moose was just as naked as he was, and felt his cock start to twitch. “But, uh… well…”

“Look, Brian, bein’ buck together, it’s fine. We’ve both seen other guys’ junk in the gym. So, just relax and let me take care of you. Nothin's gonna happen.”

Brian wasn’t sure if he was disappointed that nothing was going to happen, or relieved… he was also not sure what day or time it was. Holding his arm out away from the shower spray was awkward, but Moose was careful and made sure the dressings stayed dry. Being naked in a shower with Moose was something Brian would have enjoyed much more had he been clear-headed. This didn’t stop him from becoming erect, however. He kept staring at Moose’s crotch, then looking up and smiling at Moose. Finally he said, unabashedly, “You have a nice cock!”

“Thank you Brian, so do you!” Moose said with a slight smile, “Now keep that arm up high while I soap your chest.”

All thoughts quickly faded under the warm pulsing water in the oversized shower, as the soot and smoke washed away from the two furry bodies, feeling Moose’s hands gently support and lather him, then help him sit down on the built-in bench as Moose cleaned himself. He was so groggy he didn’t notice when he had the chance that Moose’s singed back was now totally unblemished. All he knew was that he felt safe and cared for, and could relax with these men.

Moose kept the shower as brief as he could while still getting both of them totally clean, as he was having trouble with the same issue Brian had been – a cock which seemed to have a mind of its’ own.

Rusty had flipped the covers back on the bed and then came into the bathroom just as Moose turned off the water. He grabbed a couple of towels, helped Brian out of the shower and began to softly dry him. Tossing Moose the other towel, he also tossed Moose a raised eyebrow when he noticed his semi hard-on, only to get a shrug in return.

Soon, Rusty eased the now nearly asleep Brian down onto the bed. Moose handed the covers over to Rusty.

“Damn me, but he's a good lookin' cub!”

Rusty shot Moose another look. “Don't, Norman... just don't. We promised him. ”

“Oh, relax. He's great eye candy but I 'm not gonna jump his bones; especially not now.” Moose tucked the ends of the blanket in while Rusty draped the sheet over Brian. Moose then leaned over and gently kissed Brian on the forehead. Rusty smiled to himself, it was a sweet gesture. Then grabbing a couple of pillows and a sheet, he and Moose headed out into the living area.

“Floor or couch?” Rusty asked.

“Floor, that way you can snug up against me.” Moose replied. They both lay down and were almost instantly asleep.

As the night lightened into day, they took turns going in to check on Brian. The young man slept on, barely shifting position in the large bed. During the morning, Moose ducked upstairs between patients to check on him, taking his hand in his big paw occasionally. On one such brief visit as he held Brian's hand he thought how close the young man had come to perishing in the fire; and it made tears well up. He wiped them away with his free hand and patted Brian’s gently and went back down for his next appointment.

Rusty visited off and on after the morning rush was over at the Brown Bear, reaching over occasionally to tuck the covers around the young man to make sure he stayed warm.

Brian finally awoke around noon and said he was hungry. Rusty fixed him an ample lunch; Brian took his medication but only ate about half of the meal before falling back asleep. He awoke again in the late afternoon and devoured what remained of his lunch, left for him on a tray by the bed, and then drifted back to sleep. The following morning he took his final pain pill at breakfast. Instead of falling back to sleep after lunch, he got up and wandered around for a bit before heading back into the bedroom. He was restless; somehow he was both horny and unsettled. He sniffed the bed sheets; then inhaled deeply. The scent of bears and sex was heady and caused an instant erection. Not caring that he was starting to leak precum, he lay back down on the sheets and rolled into them, inhaling deeply as he did so. Under a pillow he found a large t-shirt, dirty and torn. He put his nose to it, and got the same scent as the sheets, but it was more… something… he didn’t know what; he couldn’t put it into thought. He scrunched it and, without thinking about it and without knowing why, buried his face in it, deeply inhaling through his nose.

He was becoming more excited by the minute; he was also becoming a bit dazed, but not in the hazy, almost drunk way the medication had made him. He set the shirt aside and reached down to take his rigid cock in hand. He stopped, realizing that if he did what was on his mind, he would leave a sizable mess on his host’s sheets. He got up and hurried into the bathroom, his stiff cock jerking from side to side as he strode.

Once in the bathroom, he closed the door behind him and began stroking himself. Normally a hard cum, Brian found himself becoming hyper excited, very fast. He felt the load in his balls churning. Flashes of furry, naked, bear-like Moose picking him up, throwing him over his shoulder, flinging him into bed and taking him as he pleased flew rapidly through his mind and electrified his body. Before he knew it, he was shooting thick gobs of jizz all over the toilet and the wall behind it. As the final shots arced out and splatted against the floor, he sagged against the counter, his right arm supporting himself.

“Fuck me,” he breathed, “I've never cum like that!” He felt utterly drained and had to wait a minute for his breathing to return to something like normal. He grabbed some Kleenex and began mopping up the sticky mess he'd made. He flushed the toilet and washed his hands and then turned to go back into the bedroom when he heard a noise. Someone was out there. He gulped, but remembered that he was here at Moose and Rusty's invitation and that it was OK for him to use the bathroom. He opened the door and stepped out, forgetting for a moment that he was still more than half hard.

Moose, who’d been sniffing the air before he heard the door begin to open, leveled his gaze and looked at the young man. ‘No longer looks half-starved and more than a little hairy’ Moose thought appreciatively, not for the first time. His eyes dropped to the very respectable cock hanging at half-staff with a small blob of cum ready to drop.

“Looks like someone's been having fun!” Moose grinned broadly, feeling a tingle in his loins as his nose caught a stronger scent of cum from the bathroom.

Brian blushed a deep crimson. “I, uh, I.... I'm, uh...” He didn't know whether he should speak, turn around, pull clothes on, or get back into bed. “I...”

“Oh, take it easy, man. No worries. You think I haven't seen cock and cum before?” He smiled at Brian, who relaxed a little. “But here,” Moose said as he tossed a box of Kleenex from the bedside table at Brian, “you're dripping all over the floor.”

“Oh, man, I am SO sorry, I...”

“Relax. It's not a problem. I've seen that before, too!” Moose chuckled.

“I don't know what came over me. I woke up and was hungry, and then I really thought I had to pee, but that wasn't it. I got back in bed and everything smelled so good. Then there was a shirt left in the bed under a pillow and it smelled like the bed but better, but then I realized I really needed to jack, I mean I was so hard and it had been… well, awhile and I thought I'd bust if I, ah...” Brian suddenly realized he was babbling, just letting the words tumble out, telling this man stuff that he's never shared with someone else, ever.

Moose was thoughtful for a moment, slightly worried by the comment of ‘everything smelling good’, especially the shirt.

He started to say something, but changed his thought and said instead, “You were likely just letting all that tenseness go... you've had a rough experience, but it's over and your body needed to release that tension. You're fine.” He looked at Brian's now-fully relaxed meat. “We don't mind... honestly, it’s not the first time another guy has slept in our bed and jacked… remembered, we’re gay: been there, done that, got the t-shirt.” He smiled at Brian who was visibly much more at ease now. “Come on out to the kitchen when you're ready, there's food!” Moose walked out, leaving Brian to mop up the drips.

Chapter 9

By mid-October Brian and Moose were back to their workout routine, rotating through the various muscle groups through the week. Moose watched Brian carefully, making sure to guide him as he lifted the barbells so that his form was correct. He stood over Brian, spotting him as he did his reps.

Brian enjoyed the fantastic view of Moose's package from below and, despite the distraction the intense concentration on proper form provided, he was getting another hard-on; third time this session. They both had been working up a sweat and Moose in a tank top, showing off his already impressive musculature and auburn body fur was more than enough to send Brian to fantasy land if he didn't keep concentrating. The physical effort was an aphrodisiac, one that complimented the already potent bear musk that was permeating the air. For his part, Brian being similarly dressed had Moose reacting in much the same way and his current bulge had swelled while thinking about stuffing his cock in Brian's mouth and feeding him his cum as a reward for his hard work. He shook his head and silently chided himself for thinking about that. “I AM incorrigible.”

Today was arms, chest and back day and Moose had done his presses first. Brian and he had done curls together; Moose encouraging Brian to do just a little more until he'd pushed him to his absolute limit. The big bear's sweat was having that same effect on Brian that the sheets and shirt had before. Brian wanted to have some sexual release and was thinking about doing that in the shower after the workout.

Moose was pushing the young man pretty hard, but with that push came a great deal of caution; humans just don’t heal as fast. Moose reflected that over the past few months, they had stopped and started a few routines, but nothing ever fit or seemed right and this was the reason the workouts weren't as regular earlier on, Brian needed more rest time to heal; Moose was constantly having to adjust to compensate for that.

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Having noticed the frustration from the two, Rusty, on his own, had called Vic. Vic provided Rusty with the number of a bear named Grant Morgan, a personal trainer who had been working with werebears and humans since the early 1900's.

The advice was simple, “A werebear builds muscle much differently than a human or even an ordinary bear. The workout must put each body part through a complete range of motion. The movements must be fluid and deliberate. Hit the muscles from every possible angle, from every imaginable position. Don’t let the body rest, and keep it growing and healing. Forget the human gym-science. Bear workouts are forceful and grueling, because bears regenerate so quickly. Thus, because muscle is simply functional scar tissue and the only kind of scar tissue, werebears seemed to keep, they built it faster and didn't need as much resting. Humans, well, humans need that slower approach and pushing them too hard causes delays.”

Grant had some sound advice for training Brian involving resistance training, and he detailed that for Rusty to give to Moose as well.

Both men had started adding more muscle; Moose was shedding some of his padding, though that would never go away completely; and Brian was starting to look a little more like a muscle cub and much less like the malnourished young man he had been.

Rusty had thought it odd that Norman could get even denser than he already was but by God he was becoming truly massive and positively solid. He had commented on it often lately, particularly after a good rough fuck. The great part for Rusty was that afterward, while he rested on his love, he could feel all that thick muscle underneath the soft layer of his padding. He thought Moose felt like he was made of rock or steel with a soft covering that only partly concealed the strength beneath..

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Setting the bar back on the bench supports, Moose noticed Brian's wood and his own dick stiffened in response. They were done for the night and Brian frankly admired the straining bulge in the bear's shorts. They both looked at each other at the same time and Moose laughed, “I guess we're both pretty worked up.”

Brian had turned bright red, stood, turned, and looked away, “Jeez, how embarrassing,” he said. “I feel like I did in school when I'd have to get up and write on the board when I had a boner.”

Moose laid a big paw on his sweaty shoulder and turned Brian around, placing the other paw on his other shoulder looking down into his grey eyes, “It's OK Brian, really! We're both normal, healthy men, we're gonna throw a boner now and then, particularly when we've raised our testosterone levels with exercise… Hey... we're both gay so it's OK to look. I'm not gonna beat the piss out of you for it like some straight guys would.” Moose smiled. “So, don't fret. Look all you want, OK?”

Brian smiled, reaching up to pat Moose's hairy shoulder, “OK, I won't… Fret, I mean.”

“OK, so let’s go look in the mirror at the progress we’ve made.” The two went over to the two six foot wide floor to ceiling mirrors and did some posing for monthly evaluation. Brian went first and Moose pointed out the areas where progress had been made, what still needed some work, and what was well developed and they could work on later.

Brian always loved evaluation, it filled him with pride and Moose was very encouraging and complimentary. When he pointed out what still needed improvement, it was never negative and he always said something like, “… but it’s coming along and you’ll have it in no time, you’ll see!” But more than the ego boost, which was really improving Brian’s confidence and outlook on life, he was really learning how to properly train and maintain his body.

Then it was Moose’s turn. He pointed out to Brian where he’d progressed since last evaluation and it crossed Brian’s mind that Moose was developing at rather fast pace and so he had to ask, “Ummm… Moose…why am I developing so much slower than you are? I mean, my muscles haven’t grown nearly as fast as yours. Is… is there some sort of super protein powder or something I should be taking?”

Moose had anticipated this question and had a deflecting answer ready, “No, Brian, people just develop at different rates. I 'm one of the lucky ones that can pack on muscle rather quickly. I tend to plateau though and don’t progress much after that. I would have to do something truly extreme to progress much beyond what I am now. I’m just about at my limit now, I’ve been here before but over the last couple of years I’ve sorta let myself go and lost some of my mass. I expect to gain probably twenty to thirty more pounds of muscle and then I’ll flat-line; then it’s just maintenance after that… because I won’t use things like steroids to push myself beyond that point. Those things will give you cancer.” He gave Brian a look that said, without saying it, ‘and I really don’t want you to use them either’ “It’s better to build it naturally, we’re doing this for health, strength and to build character; sterioids defeat all three of those goals, am I right?”

“Damn right, Boss!” Brian said and Moose smiled. Brian only called him Boss when they were training or doing something else physical. Brian was actually somewhat relieved as he’d suspected that Moose might be on the juice and that’s why he was growing so rapidly by comparison.

Moose so wanted to pull Brian into a kiss, but instead patted his shoulder back and said, “Speaking of putting on some mass,” Moose patted his belly and chuckled, “let's go see what that cookin' bear of mine has on the stove tonight! I think I smell beef and blackberries.”

Brian screwed up his face, “Eeeeewwww...”

“Not in the same dish, doofus!” Moose said and chuckled again as he threw Brian a towel.

“I know, but the thought of them together just didn't sound that good.” Brian said as he mopped sweat from his forehead and headed for the door and toward the stairs to the apartment above. Moose followed closely behind, admiring the view in front of him, thinking about how well his cock would fit in that tight ass as the pair climbed the stairs. He knew he was falling hard for the kid and he really needed to watch that.

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It was Saturday evening, and between rushes in the shop earlier, Rusty had put together dinner in a crock pot that simmered all day, adding the slower cooking vegetables first and other ingredients later. Dessert was going to be a cobbler he had put together during the afternoon lull. Rebekah, Donovan, and Jackie were doing the night hours, and Rusty bid them a 'good night' and headed up stairs as the sun was sinking. Moose and Brian were working out in the garage. He went out to the garage check on them, heard their laughter and kidding through the door as they worked out and decided not to interrupt their male bonding. He popped the cobbler in the oven and had biscuits made and ready to bake a few minutes before dinner was ready. He was putting the last seasoning touches on the stew when Moose and Brian came bounding up the stairs joking with each other.

“How’s my pumped up hubby?” Rusty asked, looking up from his cooking.

Moose grinned, “Pretty damn hot if you ask me.” he said and lifted his arms and curled them in the classic muscle man pose, making his biceps and pecs bounce.

Rusty giggled.

Moose came around the counter into the kitchen and gave his hubby a hug and a quick kiss. Brian was amazed at how comfortable and natural it was for them to do so. His parents had never been so openly affectionate with each other.

Moose rumbled in a deliberately deeper register than he usually used, “So, what’s for dinner, hotness? Your man and his workout buddy worked up a powerful hunger!” and then snuffled at Rusty’s ear which elicited another small giggle.

“It’s a surprise, Norman.” Rusty said, “But I’m guessing you already know with that sniffer of yours.” Rusty grabbed Moose’s nose and gave it a wiggle and then he sniffed at the big red bear, “And it smells like the two of you need a shower.”

“Right!” Brian said, still turned on from the workout and by how sexy this loving exchange between the two had been. He seriously needed to jack off in the shower or he wasn’t going to be able to focus on conversation during dinner. He also wanted to give the couple a little private time. “I'll be back in thirty.” and so headed down the stairs.

Moose whispered in Rusty’s ear as Brian was leaving, “He’s really serious about his workouts, love. You should see how determined his face gets… and how hot he looks when he’s lifting. He’s dead fuckin' sexy too!”

“I can imagine, I went out to give you a dinner update earlier, but decided I wouldn’t interrupt; you two need time together.” Rusty said, “You know, I think it might be a lot about him taking control of his... maybe his destiny… his future? You seem to be just what he needs to find that. It really does me good to see how relaxed and happy he is lately, despite everything he's been through. Youth is nothing if not resilient, I suppose…”

“Yeah. I hadn't thought of that.” Moose said, “I guess I’m sort of a mentor to him… you too, of course.”

“I think so, too. I guess he’s learning a lot about what it means to be gay just by watching.” Rusty said as he was checking on the dessert in the oven.

After a short pause, he looked at Rusty. “And what we were talking about last night... you know… really I think you should tell him. I don't know how to get this kinda thing started.” Moose said.

“No, you should bring it up. It's better coming from you. It will be fine, Norman.” Rusty countered.

“No, I'll just screw it up and scare him off, I won't say the right thing, and...” Rusty put a paw on his love's arm.

“Trust me it’s better coming from you, you’ve bonded in a different way than he and I have. He likes you; hell, he wants you. Can't you smell that? It’s all over him, particularly after one of your workouts; he reeks of desire. It was pretty strong with him standing there.” Rusty paused.

Moose looked down at his hands on the kitchen counter. “Well I can’t say the feeling’s not mutual.” Moose said and absently rubbed his crotch. “If he were a werebear, I’d have him bent over that bench and I’d fuck his perky ass after every session.”

Rusty gave him a look, sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. “Focus, Norman.”

“Sorry love, guess I’m pretty worked up too.” Moose grinned. “But I'm still worried...”

“Tell you what, when we’re talking after dinner, you give me a look if you get stuck and I'll pick up, but you need to start off. Trust me. You’re the one he’s kindred to; God knows how that happened, but it did and it’s why he’s such a natural fit with you.” Rusty smiled at the anxious-looking bear. “Kinda different bein’ a Papa Bear, isn’t it?”

“Particularly to a human cub.” Moose mused.

“Now! Into the shower! Cool off that torrent of hormones… maybe rub one out, clear your head.”

“Or you could just give me a blow job.” Moose said lustfully as he pulled his mate into his arms and gave him a kiss.

“Yeah right, that’ll cool things off.” Rusty swatted his lover’s butt, turned him around and made shooing motions and off the lumbering beast went.

After a hearty dinner of beef and lamb stew with buttered biscuits and blackberry cobbler with a very rich, locally made, French vanilla ice cream for dessert, Brian helped clear the table and helped Moose with putting away leftovers and washing the dishes as Rusty sat back on the couch, checking his email.

Conversation between the three revolved around the shelter fire, the tragic loss of life and the possible grim future for those who counted on the facility while they cleaned up. When chores were done and they were all sitting in the living room, Moose gave a nod to his husband, who closed and set the laptop down on the coffee table.

Moose cleared his throat and said, “Brian,” and he placed his large furry hand on Brian’s shoulder. Brian tensed, braced for some kind of bad news. Moose cleared his throat again. “Since you’ve started living here, we’ve grown very fond of you. You’ve proven yourself a remarkable young man. That night, the one of the fire, I think we both realized just how much you mean to us both. We were really frantic, trying to find you in among the staff and residents of the shelter. I can't tell you how panicked I was when I realized you were still in the building and how relieved I was when I found you in that fire and you were still alive.”

Moose coughed nervously, then continued. “I know what we said when we first offered you a place to stay, and it’s still holds true, we don’t want a houseboy or sex slave or whatever, but… what we do want… is to include you. In our home, as part of our... our family”

Brian looked to Rusty, who took his hand in his own and nodded. Brian turned back to Moose.

“So, Rusty and I have a, uh, a proposal for you. We want to share our bed with you. That's if you want to, I mean. Not every night, we understand if you need privacy and alone time. You’d keep the room downstairs for yourself, but those times when we all feel we’d enjoy it; you'd be very welcome to join us. I mean, if you want to. You don't have to. If it's...” Moose stopped and looked closely at Brian, trying to gauge his response, then looked Rusty with a kind of desperate look. Rusty took over from Moose, who was beginning to get tongue-tied.

“We know that you’ve not had a lot of experience with others, from what you’ve said, and with that in mind we'd take everything at your pace, letting you explore as much as you like, as long as you like. We truly want to share sex, companionship and yes, even love with you, if you’re willing and if it would please you.” It was Rusty's turn to look closely for Brian's reaction.

There was a long pause. Brian looked down at his hands, trying to frame the words properly. He didn’t want to hurt either of these wonderful men by saying something the wrong way. Still looking at his hands the young man said, “I’ve never had sex before, the closest I’ve ever come was that one time my boss tried to force himself on me and that really wasn’t sex… that was an attack. I’m a virgin, I guess, and I don’t know how to do a lot of things, so I’m afraid I’d disappoint you. Until recently, I’d never imagined having sex with guys as hairy as… well…”

“Us?” Rusty asked.

“I was going to say me, but yeah. I’d always thought men like us, I mean gay men, were supposed to be with…”

“Smooth guys… girly guys?” Moose supplied.

“Well no, I mean I guess they could have facial hair or something, but you two… I never knew that big hairy guys… I mean I always thought guys like that were straight, like my dad… mean, I’m hairy but I thought…” Brian stumbled to a stop.

Rusty took a breath, and then put his hand on Brian's thigh. “You thought you were alone? The only hairy gay kid in the world, right?” Rusty gave the young man’s leg a gentle squeeze. “Gay men are supposed to be feminine and fussy; smooth, catty, sharp-tongued mean girls. Queeny, slender men with affected high pitched voices, constantly sipping on a cocktail while dressed in drag, with tons of makeup.”

Rusty smiled at the thought. He’d actually known a few guys like that, before Norman, who weren’t bad in the sack and weren’t bad guys when it came down to it. A bit dramatic, but nice guys.

Brian sighed deeply. It felt good to talk with these big, masculine men who seemed to understand, to have had the same thoughts that he had. “You have to understand,” he said, “I was very sheltered and there aren't a lot of resources to find this stuff out if you don’t have access to certain things on the internet. My parents had blocks on the computers at home and the school computers were also blocked. There was no one I knew I could talk to about any of this. After I came out and was kicked out, I didn’t have time to look for what I might like, I had to focus on surviving. Over this last year, I’ve begun to understand what I like... and what I like is guys like us… hairy guys, regular guys.”

Moose could no longer resist, he leaned in and pulled Brian into a long firm hug. Rusty leaned over and rubbed Brian’s back.

“It’s OK Brian,” Moose said “you’ve discovered that you like bears, that you are a bear. There are LOTS of us and at one point or another; we’ve all been there, wondering if there were any others like us.”

Rusty inwardly played with the unintentional double meaning of what his mate had just said in his mind, and smiled to himself.

Moose released Brian from the hug, took his hands in his own and looked him square in the eye. “Remember, you tell us what you’re comfortable with. We’ll ask and suggest things, but the decision is yours, every time, OK?”

Brian nodded.

“How about we start by getting naked together, out here, and do a little exploring before we move to the bedroom and start the ‘asking and suggesting’?” Rusty proposed, as he moved to the curtains to draw them closed.

“I think I’d like that.” Brian said and reached for the bottom of his t-shirt. In moments, the trio wasn’t wearing anything more than their fur and the smiles on their faces.

The image of Moose that Brian had imagined, before seeing him in a tank, was sparsely covered compared to the furry beast he’d come to know and who stood before him now in all his hirsute glory. It didn’t look like there was a bare spot on him except where he shaved his neck and places on his hands and feet. The man had serious pelt, even more than his husband.

Rusty pulled the young man’s gaze away from his hulking partner and took Brian’s bearded cheeks into his hands. He gently, kissed him on the lips, slowly pushing his tongue into Brian’s mouth. Moose moved behind Brian and hugged both he and Rusty at the same time, sandwiching him, while nuzzling and kissing Brian’s neck. The feel of that soft fur, rubbing against his own was pure paradise. The young man was fully erect and his cock nuzzled into Rusty’s crotch and slid against Rusty’s erection. He moaned in pleasure as two sets of hands explored his body, gently raking through his fur. He in turn explored Rusty’s generous pelt and was probing in his mouth, caressing the shorter bear’s tongue with his own.

Rusty broke the kiss and grinned. “I think you’re going to like this.” he said and knelt before the young man. He peeled back Brian’s foreskin and began lapping at the precum. Brian arched his back and put both hands on Rusty’s head. Moose pulled him close to his furry body. Brian craned his neck, turning his face up to face Moose and began deep kissing him, their beards meshing as Moose gently began rubbing and tweaking Brian’s erect nipples.

“Don't worry about what to do, Brian,” Rusty whispered softly, anticipating what was flickering though Brian's mind along with the flashes of ecstasy, “your body knows what to do, just let it happen.”

This caused Brian to pulse out precum all over the middle Rusty’s mustache, under his nose. Rusty began licking it out and growled happily at the sweet taste, then engulfed Brian’s entire length. Unsure of what to do in spite of Rusty's comment, Brian stood mute, but his body shuddered on its own in pure pleasure. Rusty expertly teased the young man’s cockhead under his foreskin as Moose continued to play with his nipples, nibbling on his neck as he did so and then he got an idea. He raised his hairy arm above his head and pushed Brian’s face into his deep armpit. The young man was slightly shocked and began to move away but caught the raw male musk. His cock reacted almost instantly, getting even harder than it was and gushing a load of sweet precum which was very quickly consumed by Rusty. Moose, thinking he’d gone too far began to lower his arm and apologize when Brian lifted it back up and pushed his face back into the pit. He began nuzzling, spreading the musk into his beard. Moose held him close and Brian began shaking and moaning in pleasure. Again flashes of Moose mounting and claiming him raced through Brian’s mind as he huffed the bear-scent. Moose pulled Brian’s face out of his pit and forced his tongue into the young man’s mouth, roughly, savagely kissing him, growling deep in his chest, thrusting his erect cock against Brian’s thigh.

In seconds Brian was gripping the back of Rusty’s head, thrusting and shooting down his throat. The strawberry blond bear hugged Brian’s pelvis to his face and took all he gave, tickling his cockhead, sucking and coaxing out every last drop until Brian broke the kiss with Moose and cried out for Rusty to stop. Rusty pulled off and Brian panted, unsteady on his feet. Moose supported him.

“FUCK!” Brian muttered between breaths, “That was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.”

Moose chuckled. Rusty beamed up at the young man from his kneeling position, “Let me guess... your first blowjob?” If it was possible, the already flushed Brian turned even redder and answered quietly,

“Yeah…”

Moose gently hugged him, kissing him on the side of the head, “Congratulations then! You just got blown by an expert! I can’t think of a bear equal to the job other than myself; at least not within fifty miles.”

Rusty stood and kissed Brian, sharing a little of the flavor of Brian’s seed with him.

“You taste good Brian, Norman is going to have to have some of that.” he said and gently patted Brian’s balls. Brian smiled.

“Let’s get you into bed. I think some cuddling and a short nap is in order.” Moose said and began moving him toward the bedroom. The oversized bed easily accommodated three men but Brian was purposely positioned and cuddled between the two bears right in the middle of the bed. There’d be plenty of room on either side for more bears. They talked softly of what they could do and what Brian might like.

Brian suggested that he’d like to give Rusty and Moose both a blow job; that he’d like to taste them.

“Uuhhh… that might not be a good idea.” Moose began. Looking deep into Brian’s eyes

“Why not?” Brian asked.

Rusty quickly answered, holding Brian against his chest. “Because, one or both of us might give you what we have.”

“Do you guys have AIDS?” Brian asked frankly, without accusation.

Thinking rapidly, Rusty said, “No, not AIDS or herpes or any of that kind of STD,” Rusty thought quickly, “but we might be carriers of hepatitis C… There’s no risk to you as long as we use condoms. It’s suggested that if people with it have sex where there might be blood involved, like anal sex, condoms are a wise precaution.” Rusty silently congratulated himself on having recalled an article he’d read a couple of months back on the subject and the plausibility of it as a reason for not engaging in fluid transfer. “We have a supply of condoms here in the bedroom, in the event we have company who would like to play with us.”

“But how'd you know I didn’t have an STD?” Brian asked.

“Because you would have said something, Brian” Moose said, “Just like we’re saying now. I’m telling you so you know the risks. It’s my fault. I had body fluid transfer a couple of years back with a friend. I was irresponsible and caught it, despite his use of condoms for my protection. Rusty’s positive for what I've got. Lots of people live with this sort of thing and don’t endanger others with it. We’re careful not to infect others when we play.” Moose concluded, having built on Rusty’s cover story in a believable way, even including the truth about their condition being his fault.

“However, if it makes you uncomfortable, we can just cuddle and jack you. Certainly giving you oral won’t hurt you in any way.” Rusty said.

Brian was thoughtful for a moment.

“No… No I’m not uncomfortable. We can use condoms and I’ll be just as happy.” He said brightly… and then yawned. “Oh man!”

“Tired?” Moose asked.

“A little. You mentioned a nap?” the young man smiled.

“That we did! Bears like naps.” Rusty said and the two bears cuddled the young cub between them; stroking his and each other’s fur. It was about 9 pm, a little early, but naps after sex is something built into the Y chromosome. They snuggled until all three were fast and deeply asleep.

- - - - - - - -

The moon rose high and full in the sky and Brian awoke with a start. By the height of the moon in the sky coming through the windows, Brian guessed it was probably 12:30 or so. Sleeping with someone was a totally new experience, and here he was with two hairy naked men. The dream he’d been having was a little scary, but exciting too.

He was trapped in a building and all the doors he tried were locked, and the walls were moving in to crush him. Someone was pounding on the walls, yelling but he couldn’t tell who it was; the voice was muffled so he couldn’t make out exactly what they were yelling. He pounded back and there was more unintelligible yelling, then he could finally make out that it was someone was yelling his name.

He pounded on the wall again and this time there was a loud roar and a huge grizzly broke through the wall, Brian fell back and the bear stood over him. He was terrified, the bear was sniffing him and then he scooped Brian up and ran with him out into the sunlight and he was free, the bear disappearing in the light.

It was obvious who the bear stood for in the dream. It was simple, the dream represented Moose rescuing him from the fire, but why a bear? Why had he seen Moose as a bear in both his dream and the hallucination in the fire? Moose WAS big and strong and hairy, just like a bear. He kinda lumbered like one too, which Brian found endearing. They called themselves bears. Was that it? Brian reached out a hand and gently stroked the furry shoulder of the big man.

From behind Rusty whispered in his ear, “He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?”

“Yes.” Brian wasn't aware that Rusty had been awake, but, oddly, wasn't bothered or concerned.

“I fell in love with him so quickly I didn’t even realize I had, until the first time we were apart for more than a few hours… when he went to gather his things and say goodbye to his kids. It was the first time I ached for him; for his absence and his pain.” Rusty said.

There was a pause and he continued, “That wounded him deeply, leaving his kids, but deeper still was how they were turned against him. It’s healed over mostly, but it’s still there and surfaces occasionally. He carries it well. He pretends it’s all over, but I see it in his eyes those times.” Moose snored on and Rusty sniffed a little. Brian knew without looking that he was tearing up. Rusty cleared his throat quietly and said, “You mean a lot to him, Brian; to me, too.” Rusty whispered, and squeezed Brian's shoulder.

Brian turned to face Rusty and was suddenly overwhelmed by emotion. He pulled the bear to him and kissed him hard and then, when their lips parted he said. “How did I never know there was such tenderness in such gruff looking men?”

Moose reached over and in a sleep roughened voice said, “’cause we big ol’ gruff bears don’t show it to most folk.” as he scooted closer to Brian’s back and kissed him in the furry middle of it.

Moose was hard and his cock poked Brian’s thigh.

Brian giggled. “Someone’s got early morning wood.” He gulped. “Did I just say that?”

Rusty laughed, “You did and he’s got early morning, morning, late-morning and all-day-long-into-the- night wood.”

“And that makes you a very lucky bear!” Moose said reaching over Brian to pat Rusty’s shoulder.

Moose scooted in even more and Brian found himself sandwiched between two very warm, very furry, very good smelling bears. He nuzzled into Rusty’s chest fur and beard, inhaling deeply, getting hard as he did so.

“How about the three of us get into the shower and clean up some.” Moose suggested.

“But, we took a shower after the workout,” Brian said, “and I used deodorant.”

Rusty kissed the young man on the lips and smiled, “I don’t think Norman was suggesting that you stink. I think he has something in mind that you will probably really enjoy and he doesn’t want you to feel self-conscious.”

Moose was nibbling on Brian’s ear, breathing hotly, which sent shivers of pleasure down Bran’s spine.

When Moose had stopped and Brian had gathered his composure, he asked, “What do you have in mind?”

Moose moved his bearded lips from kissing the back of Brian’s neck to the young man’s ear and whispered, “I want to rim you.” Brian obviously didn’t understand so Moose explained, “I want to lick your butthole; it drives most guys wild, but to do that I want to clean you. Of course Rusty and I will clean up the same way too. That way none of us feels like we’re offering a dirty hole. Come on, I'll show you.” Moose patted Brian’s furry butt. “So as Coach Vic used to say back in school, ‘…let’s hit the showers men!’”

Brian scrambled out of the bed and headed to the bathroom. Moose started to get up, but Rusty put a paw on his arm. “We've got to be careful, Norman, we don't want to...” Moose stopped him, “I know, and I will be careful, slow and easy, no rushing him.”

“That isn't exactly what I meant, Norman.” Rusty paused, gathering his thoughts. “We know that guy tried to rape him. I'm afraid that he might think that's all he is good for...”

“You mean, being someone's bottom, only that, just being used?” Moose asked. Rusty nodded.

“Relax, sweet bear. I got that handled. Watch and see... it'll be fine!” Moose pulled Rusty up off the bed and hustled him into the bathroom.

During the shower Moose and Rusty lavished attention on Brian as he’d never experienced before. Head to toe they washed him; luxuriating in the feeling of his soaped up body. He, of course got to soap each of them with the help of one of the other husbands and of course, as Moose had said they were cleaned both outside and in… the irrigation attachment was a completely new, but not unpleasant, experience for Brian.

Once toweled off, the trio returned to bed. Moose dug out the Spartan brand Mega size condoms and lube and handed one to Brian. “Would you like to put a raincoat on my cock?”

Rusty giggled, “Joey, do you like movies about gladiators?”

Moose laughed but Brian had a puzzled look on his face. “It’s from a movie, we’ll show you later.” Rusty said.

Moose was stroking his cock, but Brian took over, marveling at how another man’s cock felt in his hand. He thumbed the head and Moose shuddered with pleasure and growled, “Fuck!”

Brian’s thumb was covered in clear precum as he worked Moose’s cockhead, squeezing out generous globs of clear bear nectar, covering his thumb. He started to raise his thumb to his mouth.

Rusty quickly said, “Here… let me help you with that.” Taking the young man’s hand to his mouth, engulfing his sticky thumb in his mouth, sucking on it suggestively… Brian smiled widely, remembering how well Rusty had sucked his cock earlier. Rusty then bent down and suckled Moose making ‘mmmm’ sounds, obviously enjoying the flavor.

Moose looked down at his love, smiling and then looked up at Brian and pulled the young man into a deep tender kiss. Rusty pulled off and gave Moose’s cock a kiss and Brian then broke the kiss with the big bear.

Brian tore open the package and pulled out the condom and rolled it over the monster jutting up and out of a thicket of dense red crotch fur. Once on, Brian himself bent down and took as much of the sheathed cock into his throat as he could before gagging.

“Take it easy there Brian,” Moose said. “If you slow down a bit it will be easier. It’s not a race, even as horny as we all are. We have plenty of time.” Brian took the advice and sucked Moose for a few minutes as Rusty had. The two bears kissed and played with each other’s nipples while Brian got acquainted with the art of cocksucking.

Brian pulled off and as Rusty had done, kissed the cockhead with the same love and reverence. Brian realized this was foreplay and a ritual of love at the same time.

Moose then handed Brian a condom from another box of Spartans. These were not the ‘Mega’ size and were intended for Rusty. He repeated the ritual that was performed on Rusty, sucking him and Brian then sheathed Rusty’s thick blunt cock in a condom. Brian found it easier to suckle Rusty as he didn’t go down quite as far in the throat as Moose had. He also gagged less owing to Moose’s advice to take it slow and easy.

Once both bears were ready, Rusty lay on his back and spread his legs, his cock jutting straight up with his head toward the foot of the bed and suggested to Brian, “Why don’t you and I sixty-nine while Norman rims you?”

Brian was rock hard and leaking. He nodded and crawled over Rusty’s furry body. He took the cock in his mouth as Rusty began vigorously sucking Brian. Moose gently spread Brian’s ass open and began nuzzling his hole with his thick, soft, auburn beard which elicited moans from Brian around Rusty’s cock. Moose began burrowing into Brian’s ass and felt his body began to shudder in pleasure, the young man obviously loving the treatment. This continued for at least a half hour, with short breaks for Brian to cool down. Neither of the bears wanted Brian to shoot too soon, building him up and then letting him cool off.

Moose, having slicked Brian’s hole with spit reached for the bottle of lube and began working it in. Moose said, “I’m going to put my fingers in you Brian and begin opening you up. What I want to do is get you relaxed and ease my cock into you, would you like that?”

Brian answered an affirmative, “Mmmm hmmm” as he suckled.

Moose gently pushed his middle finger into Brian's lavishly-lubed hole and sought out his prostate; when he found it, Brian moaned from the pleasure. “You OK there, buddy?”

Brian managed to gasp out a “FUCK Yes!” while Moose repeatedly pressed and rubbed the young man's nut.

Rusty swatted Brian’s butt gently to let him know he wanted to separate. They shifted so the pair were face to face as Moose began to work a second meaty, blunt finger into Brian with more lube. “Second finger... you doing OK?” Brian nodded. He’d never done anything like this before and he loved how good it was making him feel.

Over the course of the next half hour, while Rusty and Brian kissed, Moose relaxed Brian’s anal ring using plenty of lube. “Three fingers... good bear!” Moose was spreading his fingers apart, managing to get his pinky in, opening Brian up gently. Four fingers was a lot, but Moose didn't want to hurt Brian, especially this first time. When he was ready he handed the bottle of lube to Brian and motioned him to get up. None of the three were in the least bit soft.

“Lube my lil’ ginger bear up.” He said and Rusty got on hands and knees.

Brian, having paid attention to how Moose had worked lube into him, began doing the same for Rusty. The process, of course, didn’t take more than half a minute. Rusty had been used to taking Moose’s size for years and opened up immediately.

“Now mount that hot bear’s ass like a man!” Moose rumbled huskily into Brian’s ear sending shivers of pleasure and anticipation through the young man. Suddenly, though, a doubt intruded.

“Can I?” Brian's cock was straining, rigid and dripping from the prostate massage Moose had given him, but Brian was unsure of how to proceed or if he should. This was, after all, the mate of the huge red furred man whispering in his ear. “I mean, is it OK with you?”

“Sure. It's all give and take. It’s not like we haven’t played with other bears before, you know that; and it's not about dominance and who’s a pitcher or a catcher, it's about pleasure. He wants you in him as much as you want to fuck. Look at yourself.” Moose nodded downwards towards Brian's rigid, drooling pole, taking it in his big paw and giving it a firm squeeze, which made Brian moan in pleasure. “Listen to what your body's telling you, man. It's just as natural as anything else we've done. Just center your cock on his hole, but don't be afraid to do what your body wants to. My lil' bear's real sturdy, he loves to be pounded and I doubt you can be too rough for him.” Moose was grinning as Brian moved tentatively up to Rusty's waiting ass. “Feel that, that little flex as your tip meets his pucker?”

Brian nodded.

“That’s my bear welcoming you into him.” Brian turned his face to Moose with a ‘kid in the candy store’ grin which Moose returned. “OK, you're good to go! Push into his hot furry ass.” Moose patted Brian's butt.

Brian thrust forward and sank his cock deep in one stroke, gasping from the sensation. “God DAMN!!” he breathed in pure pleasure. Rusty growled in equal pleasure, Brian wasn’t as big as Moose, but Rusty’s nut was being rubbed just as effectively.

Brian was flooded with a heady mix of sensations he had never experienced before. He had never dreamed of fucking a hairy furball before. The sensation of fucking was utterly different than jacking off. His cock felt enveloped, surrounded by heat and pressure and sensations he couldn't describe, but that were wonderful beyond expectation. He pumped his cock in a natural rhythm that he didn't know he knew. Rusty pushed back in time with him, giving the young man even more stimulation, then eased down on the bed.

As Rusty settled into a laying position on his belly, Moose put his paw in the middle of Brian’s back and said, “You ready, cub?”

“I think so.” Brian said. Rusty was massaging Brian’s cock with his ass muscles, squeezing and milking it as the pair lay still, waiting for Moose.

Moose mounted Brian, putting his cockhead to Brian’s anus. Brian tensed a bit. “Relax buddy,” he said soothingly, “just push out a little like you’re taking dump.”

Brian did and felt Moose’s cock begin to invade him and tensed again, Moose stopped but did not pull out. “Push out against my cock, Brian.” Brian did as instructed and suddenly Moose was halfway inside, which caused Brian to gasp.

“That’s it, slow and easy. You OK?” Moose asked.

“Fuck!” Brian said, “Better than OK! That feels SO good!” Rusty had not stopped milking Brian’s cock and now Moose was rubbing Brian's prostate with his huge monster.

“I'm gonna hold here for a bit, let you get used to having a bear in your butt, OK?” Brian nodded, unable to speak clearly. Moose held still until he felt Brian's muscle ring relax, then slowly pushed in more. Brian clenched around Moose’s rod and relaxed and repeated. He was learning from what Rusty was doing. “That feel’s fuckin’ good, buddy.” Moose rumbled. He pulled back slightly, then pushed back into the young man. He repeated, each time a little deeper into Brian's virgin ass, until most of his cock was inside.

Moose chuckled, “OK buddy, Papa’s going to start fucking you now. That’s going to force your cock into that sweet dick-milker you’re in. You ready for that?”

“Fuck yeah!” Brian almost growled.

With that Moose thrust all the way into Brian. The motion brought a gasp from the young man and a grunt from Moose. Brian felt impaled by Moose's cock, but he didn’t feel harmed or used. It was as if he was being given a gift, something he had desired without actually knowing what it was he had wanted. Just fucking Rusty had been wonderful: this was heaven!

Moose slowly started building his speed, and Rusty squeezed Brian’s cock on the out stroke and relaxed on the in. Taking note of what Rusty was doing, he began doing the same to Moose and concentrated on the rhythm Moose was setting.

The three were moving in sync and all three were beginning to sweat. The effect of being up close and personal with the musk of two bears was pushing buttons in Brian, sending sparks from the base of his Brian down his spine and throughout his body. Before he knew it, he was roaring and for the first time he shot his seed into another man. He growled in pleasure, cursing a blue streak as he thrust as hard as he could into the furry beast beneath him.

“That's it, bear! Breed my hubby's ass!” Moose growled with pride, “Give him your bear seed!”

Brian grunted out as he emptied the last of his load; but the bears were not done with him yet. Moose kept his rhythm and Rusty continued to milk the cock that remained hard; drained, but still hard. Brian was not thinking about anything except the fireworks exploding in his Brian and soon he was getting back in sync with Moose and Rusty as his senses returned to him.

Moose, now aware that Brian was completely open and relaxed, began speeding up. Brian was having a hard time keeping up and Moose pushed him down into Rusty so that he was immobile. Brian laid on Rusty and gave up on thrusting into his cum slicked hole, which continued to milk his cock. Moose began pounding into Brian, rubbing his long, fat dick across Brian’s prostate. In turn Brian’s cockhead was rubbing against Rusty’s prostate and the pair were growling together like bears in heat. Moose snarled and chuffed, jackhammered Brian five more strokes before roaring at the top of his lungs in orgasm, squeezing Brian’s shoulders hard as he blew his load into the condom. The pulsing of Moose’s cock set off a chain reaction and Brian began shooting a second load into Rusty. The heat of the fresh load of cum and eager thrusting set Rusty off who arched his back and humped the bed beneath him, cursing and grunting. His ass spasms and Moose’s continued thrusting milked one last load out of Brian as Rusty shot his last in his condom.

Slowly the thrusting subsided, Moose buried his semi-hard cock deep in Brian’s ass and collapsed on the couple beneath him, sweat soaking his fur and bathing Brian in bear scent. Moose relaxed, hugging Brian tightly and within minutes began to snore.

Brian was starting to feel squished and Rusty said, somewhat breathlessly, “You better wake Norman up before you’re crushed.”

Just as breathlessly Brian said, “Yeah, I don’t think I could stay this way for long.”

He patted Moose’s furry right thigh like a pinned wrestler tapping out, “Moose, you’re crushing us.”

Moose stirred and took his weight off, reaching down and holding the rim of the condom as he gently pulling out of Brian.

Brian in turn pulled out of Rusty. The three rolled onto their backs. After a few moments Moose squeezed his condom off, collecting the seed in the distended condom and tying it off. Rusty did the same. Moose handed Brian a washcloth to dry off and put his and Rusty’s condoms in the bedside trashcan.

The three settled down, Brian again between the two bears. Moose pulled Brian to his damp chest and Rusty spooned Brian from behind.

“Thank you, both.” Brian said simply. “I’m glad my first real experience was with you two. Was I OK?”

“You were perfect, cub.” Moose whispered into Brian's ear.

“We’re very pleased to have been able to do that with you, Brian.” Rusty said, “It takes a lot of trust to give yourself to someone, especially the first time.”

“I’m very proud to have been your first, Brian, and deeply honored,” Moose said and kissed him.

“Hey, I was his first too, I wanna kiss!” Rusty said in mock protest and Brian craned his neck back and Rusty kissed him.

Brian buried his bearded face in Moose’s chest fur, breathed deeply and said, “You smell so good!”

Moose gave Rusty a knowing look and Rusty nodded.

“You smell pretty good, too, Brian. We all smell like sex, but each of us has our own scent and I think it’s a comforting smell to sleep with.” Rusty said, and suddenly yawned. He cuddled up, hugging Brian from behind and said, “Let’s sleep some.”

“I second that.” Moose agreed. Brian didn’t answer; he was already ahead of the husbands and well on his way to dreamland. He was inhaling Moose and Rusty’s pheromones, bonding with the bears as he slept.

He dreamed of traveling naked with bears through mountainous forests in dappled moonlight, running with them and hugging them and petting their fur; he felt safe and protected by them in the night.

Chapter 10

That same day, Keith’s putrefying body was found. A hiker called in a tip to the sheriff's office and the sheriff and a deputy drove to the place indicated, just off a fire road. They tramped a short distance from the car, scanning the ground. Suddenly, Deputy Dewey gagged.

“God, what a stink!” Sheriff Patterson joined him and they stepped over a log and around a large bush next to a large tree. “Look at that!” the deputy said. Flies buzzed thickly around the corpse. He prodded the body, flipping it over with the toe of his boot. The last of the disemboweled body's intestines slid out on the ground with the movement. “Oh, JEEZ!!” Dewey gagged and made for a nearby bush, not quite making it before he deposited the full contents of his stomach, breakfast and all, on the ground.

“How many times do I have to tell you, 'don't move the body!'” Patterson said, shaking his head as his deputy continued retching. 'God, I hate training new guys,' he thought to himself. He was a largish man, with an overhanging gut and thick, sausage-like fingers and a tar stained salt and pepper cookie-duster mustache. He fished a large handkerchief out of his pocket and silently handed it over. “You think you'll get used to it, but sometimes it just creeps up on you. But ya gotta remember not to move the body.” The skinny deputy, naturally pale of skin but now more so than ever, nodded dumbly as he carefully mopped his face and lips.

'At least he didn't puke all over it.' The sheriff shook that thought from his mind.

“What do you think happened?” the deputy asked.

The sheriff scratched his nose and peered back at the deputy. “Well, how about you tell me what you think happened.”

Dewey took a step back from the corpse and took a breath and nearly gagged again.

“Breathe through your mouth, it helps.” The sheriff remembered his first violent death. 'At least I hadn't just eaten breakfast,' he thought to himself while he waited for the deputy to collect his wits.

Gulping air in through his mouth, the deputy looked again at the ground and noticed large prints in the dirt. “It looks like some big animal did this, a bear maybe. No gunshot does that kind of damage to a man. He’s not a hunter, so maybe someone out walking? Surprised the animal...”

“Those ARE bear tracks,” Patterson said, “so let's call it a bear.”

“OK, this guy surprises the bear. The bear feels threatened and attacks. Guy's unarmed, doesn’t have a chance to fight or run before he gets torn open, falls on that jagged stump… end of story.” He looked at the ground again. “Looks like the guy came from down that way and the bear went off that way.” pointing in two opposite directions.

“I think you're right; probably a case of the poor guy being in the wrong place at the wrong time.” The sheriff thought for a bit. There hadn't been any bear sightings recently or any this close to town for some time now. Still, this was national forest land and there were occasional reports of bear sightings further to the north, so maybe...

“Go back to the cruiser and call Fish and Game, let them know about this. Then call the coroner to come pick up the body.” Sheriff Patterson looked back down at the body. “Poor guy.” He was about to walk back to the cruiser when he spotted a broken cell phone at the base of the tree trunk. He knelt down and picked up the phone, using a plastic evidence bag like a glove, and deposited it inside the second bag from the small evidence kit. “Hmmm... that doesn't really fit. Why stop to make a call instead of running away? Unless he made a call first and that disturbed the bear.... hmmmm...” He got up and continued searching the area but found nothing further of interest. He did think he caught a whiff of something different, something like oil, but in all the stench of decay he figured it was just a mistake. He headed back to the cruiser, pulled a fat cigar from his shirt pocket, clipped the end and lit it. It was thankfully now up to the lab boys to finish up but he still had to wait for the coroner's van before he could head back to the station.

The next day, the sheriff was sitting at his desk, eying the broken cell phone in its evidence bag. Something still didn't set right about it. The prints on the phone matched the prints from the body. No surprise, really, but good to have confirmation. His deputy had just brought in the coroner’s preliminary report. The victim's name was Keith Randal, not local, the driver's license listing an address in Eugene. A check showed an outstanding warrant, and a rap sheet with several convictions for minor crimes and one for armed robbery; with time served for all of them. No cash on the body, keys seemed to be to a car, possibly a Kia, and most likely to a house or apartment, along with a small box of matches, half empty, and small pen knife. The Eugene police were checking the address out now. No emergency contact of any kind. The most interesting thing was in the last paragraphs of the report.

“Toxicology screen showed minor traces of cannabis as well as a quantity of alcohol consistent with approximately two shots of distilled liquor. Examination of the decedent's clothing was also undertaken. There were significant traces of gasoline on both the pant legs as well as the left sleeve of the decedent's shirt. Two perimortem burns were found on the back of the decedent's right hand, along with a similar burn on the right index finger and right thumb, also perimortem. These do not appear to be connected to the other injuries sustained by the decedent.

“Conclusion: Decedent fell after disembowelment, striking the splintered remains of a tree stump. Cause of death was penetration of a large wood splinter through the left eye orbit into the brain. Proximate cause of death was therefore not due to exsanguination through evisceration, though this would have been fatal in itself, given the damage done to the abdomen, absent other injuries. Although there was some disruption of the body position and the position of the internal organs, it is readily apparent that an eviscerating blow or blows were delivered by five-clawed object, possibly an animal's paw, most likely a bear’s.

“Position and measurements of the initial penetration points and the spacing and width of the shreds of skin remaining would indicate a large object or animal, with a width between outer tines or claws of 10.5 inches.

“It is my considered opinion that the decedent surprised a large bear that then attacked him, eviscerating him. Traces of bear fur found in the wounds on the body substantiate this conclusion. The decedent then, due to shock or sudden blood loss, lost consciousness and fell over. Decedent’s head impacted the splintered stump driving a sharp fragment of wood, nine inches in length, through the left eye and into the cerebrum, causing almost instant death. No foul play is suspected.”

'WHY can't these guys write in plain English?' Patterson thought to himself. He tapped his pencil on his teeth for a bit, and then reached for his phone. He dialed and waited for the deputy district attorney to pick up. “Frank, how are ya? Yeah. How's the family? Ah, that's good. Listen... yeah, I got a favor to ask. You know that body we recovered, the one on National Forest land? Yeah, we got an ID. Eugene, not local. Thing is, I found a broken cell phone at the scene. No, not weathered. Looked fresh. Yeah, by the body. You think you could get phone records, see what calls were made? No, I don't. Yeah, the prints match. It WAS right there, but why make a phone call if you are being attacked by a bear? Unless the bears are using cell phones now. Yeah, OK, I won't quit my day job. I'll send it over to ya, OK? Well, thanks, and let me know what you got? Great, thanks. My best to Doreen and the kids.”

The following afternoon, an excited assistant DA called the sheriff back. “Bobby, I got a warrant for your phone. Three calls only, but all to the same number. It's a burner phone, so not much else in the way of info for you.”

“What's the number?”

The Assistant DA chuckled. “I wondered when you were going to ask that. The number belongs to that slime-ball lawyer who makes his home in your lovely town... Valmer. Clyde Valmer.”

Events had moved quickly after that. The Eugene Police department turned up receipts for two gas cans and a credit card slip for gas in Randal's apartment, all dated two days before the fire, along with a deposit for $5,000 to Randal's checking account. The Wolverton police called in the arson squad from Albany and they developed solid evidence of arson in the ruins of the shelter, with gasoline as the accelerant. They also discovered that several of the fire extinguishers in the area of the building where the fire had started were absent. The extinguishers belonging to the shelter were found together in a clump of bushes not far from the scene. They had apparently been moved outside prior to the fire, and it was suspected that the arsonist had managed to gain access to the building and remove them so as to prevent their use. The arsonist’s finger prints, or partials, were lifted from all of the canisters. This was regarded as particularly heinous, given the deaths that occurred due to the fire. With that evidence and the phone logs in hand, the Sheriff applied for a warrant to search Clyde Valmer's office, home, and safe deposit box.

“The contents of some of the office files and the safe deposit box make very interesting reading,” the DA and his assistant said over drinks with the sheriff two weeks later. “Apparently, our friend Clyde was really anxious to get his grubby hands on the land the shelter sat on; and I've never seen such a bizarre land deed before. The original owner stipulated that he or his assignee had to show up every ten years at Valmer's law firm to renew the deed's provisions. That seems to have been done until this year. That triggered another provision that the property would belong to the current tenants if they occupied the land for a year and a day after the lapse of the first provision.” He paused and took a sip of his scotch. “But, if there were no tenants, then the property devolved to the senior member of the law firm. So that meant that if he could get the tenants out and it remained empty for a year and a day, the land would be his.”

“But why the interest in the land?” The sheriff toyed with the ice in his glass.

“Yeah... good question and one that's answered by other papers in the office. It seems that there are mineral rights attached to the land...”

“You mean oil?” Patterson asked.

“Well, it could be that, but it seems not. Natural gas, a lot of it, potentially. Fracking, possibly; but it appears that a goodly portion might be accessible by just drilling. There was a USGS survey report in one of his files, it showed a good sized pocket of natural gas under a shale formation, with suspected oil. The conclusion stated that it wouldn't be economically feasible at the time to exploit. It was dated 1982.”

“A lot's changed since then.” the sheriff said.

“You got that right; the new natural gas pipeline, cheaper methods of extraction, steam and chemical fracking, all of it. And you know that Valmer had been quietly buying up land in the area...”

Bobby interrupted, finishing the DA's thought. “And that explains his hostility to the shelter. He wanted the land. Getting their permit revoked or them run out of town some way would leave the property empty and he could claim it as senior partner in the firm.” He sipped the remains of his drink. “Bastard.”

“But wait, there's more!” the Assistant DA said, “We found earlier notes in another file about how he would promise to build senior or low-cost housing on the land if he had to buy the property. It's got 'ha ha ha!' written in the margins, with smiley faces.”

“Never intended to do that, did he?”

“Nope, it never would have happened. With most of the city council in his back pocket, he would have gotten whatever permits he needed for whatever he wanted to do. He would have made a whopping profit too and we found evidence of bribes to at least one county commissioner.” The DA grinned over the rim of his glass. “Bobby, your next election around here is gonna be interesting!”

“Will you be able to make the murder charges stick against Valmer?” Patterson asked, hopefully.

“Pretty sure, what with the last body that was found at the site; the death toll was six and could have been a lot worse if the fire trucks hadn’t arrived as soon as they did. The arsonist is dead, of course; but we've got the payment in his account traced solidly back to Valmer and with the rest of the evidence we found in the office, well.... yeah, I'm sure it will stick like tar to a roof. You know, the State boys are interested in seeing this, too. Fraud, at least. Bribery. Election laws. Oh, there's a host of things besides any murder charges. And where the State goes, the Feds are sure to follow.”

“Well, I sure owe you guys for your help with this. You want another?” Bobby indicated their now-empty glasses.

“Sure! Why not?”

... continue reading Chapters 12-15

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