The road trip 4
#4 of The road trip
Road Trip
By GrayLocke
2006
Proofread and contributions by Papa Werebear
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Chapter 4
So... I woke up, naked and laying on a very comfy bed at the inn. Surprisingly on one of the night tables there was afoul set of clothing for me, shirt, bermudas and at the foot of the table socks and my sneakers. I looked at the ceiling and not to my surprise it was covered in mirrors. On the reflection I saw myself on my back, my right hand caressing the soft blond fur on my belly and near the right corner of the bed Finn sat on a chair.
"Had a good sleep?" he asked me, I looked at him and smiled; on the other hand, Finn wasn't.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked him.
"What did Karl did to you?"
"Nothing." I replied.
"Cut the bullshit." His face was somber.
"Nothing," I replied again, "Well, something; he popped my cherry."
"Apart from that something happened."
"Yeah... I think everyone at the showers got to ride me."
"You think?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I was blindfolded and I felt a lot of things on my ass." I tried to make some humour but that didn't went well.
"You were drunk, you were high. Tell me something about that."
I paused, "I ate one of Peter's special sandwiches and to make it go down I drank some of Rae's special whiskey."
"And the rest of the drugs?"
"What drugs?"
Finn tapped on my forehead rather hard, "What have we learned of the nose of a bear?"
"Uh..." He tapped even harder. "A bear's nose is six times better than a dog's."
"And a dog's nose..."
I sighed. "A dog's nose is a million times better than a human's."
"Good!" Finn said that with a tone of sarcasm. "Even the bed you're on reeks of poppers."
"The whole place smells like rutting bears!" I retorted. "God! Even your breath spells cum, ass and God knows what else."
Finn got very silent, I was right about the place. Even though he had bathed, he still reeked of sex. "That's not the point," He spoke, his face gotten a bit redder, not of shame but of anger. "The point is that there are thing that Karl gets involved into that I don't want you to get caught there."
"Finn I know." I told him.
"Know what?"
"Everything." And Finn rubbed his palms against his face and said, "Why am I the last one to know it?" He looked at me with a very sad expression, "How long do you know?"
"Whoa," I said, "Are we talking about the same things?"
Finn looked very surprised, "What kind of things?"
"You first." I said.
"No way you first."
"Fuck you, Hell's gonna freeze over the day you decide to tell me any juicy gossip. You go first."
"Hell no!"
"Hell yeah!"
"I'm gonna tell your mother that you've been doing drugs."
"And who left me unsupervised?"
"You're 24." Fuck you Finn. The idea of an enraged middleaged Irish woman was really unappealing.
"Fuck you, you win." I took a deep breath and said "Karl has a dungeon in his cigar store; in fact it's bigger than the shop itself. He usually has several 'pets' there all penned up in cages. He has these wild parties where he and other sterile werebears gather around along with several 'bois' that range from barely legal to way past retirement are banged mercilessly in practically every room in the house except mine..." And I kept on and on, noticing that Finn was surprised about several things, probably because even he didn't knew certain things about Karl.
"...And when he's not being kissy and vanilla with you AND he's in a good mood, every one can call him by his name. But when he's horny those not 100% top have to call him 'Sir' 'Master' or 'Daddy' or any combination of these words."
Finn just sat there, assimilating all of the things that I have been telling him, "What an asshole," he said, "Why didn't he told me about those things?" He sounded a bit hurt.
"Because," I replied, "He was afraid that you would think of him as some kind of monster and you would leave him."
"But... But... I know that he..." And he stopped talking.
"Know what?"
"Never mind."
"Fuck no! I've told you everything I know about Karl, now you tell me."
"Hell no!"
"What is soooo evil that Karl hasn't done?" It was my turn at the bat.
"Nothing!"
"Aww come on!"
"I'll tell you one of these days."
"I'm gonna live for centuries Finn, what yer implying is that you're not going to tell me."
"Damn right!"
"Come on, what is so nasty that you can't tell me?"
"It's illegal."
"So are many things that Karl does already... And so you too, I know where you hide your stash of pot."
"What?!"
"You've been hiding it in the same place for as long as I have memory."
"But... How?!"
"You work, Karl Works, Mom works, one lonely kid and one large house. Do the math."
"How did it felt to get yer cherry popped?"
"Don't change the subject!"
"Let's make a deal, I'll tell Karl to tell you that okay."
"I'm not trusting you."
"Aw come on!"
"In fact, I'm gonna ask Karl about it."
"He's not going to tell you."
"You bet he will."
"Nu huh."
"You're childish."
"Nu huh."
"What is so bad that you won't tell me about it? It's not like he hasn't done nasty things."
"You don't understand..." He looked a bit worried.
"Did he killed anyone?"
"Only in self defence but that's not the thing I don't want to tell you." He looked very worried, so I decided to not to continue my pursuit, after all; I did not told him all of what I knew about Karl. Knowing Finn, he would have ended up with a large fight with him and then the two would break up; Finn had very strong social values and some of the things Karl did weren't on his good side.
So I stretched on the bed, grunting and my right hand scratching my right nipple, feeling it harden. "What time is it?" I asked him.
Finn saw me playing with the nipple and the stirring cock in my crotch. "It's five past midnight." He replied. His eyes on the erect nipple.
I smiled, "I had so much fun in the shower stalls." To this day I don't know what possessed me to say that but Finn gave me a broad smile. His pearly and pointy teeth making a deep contrast with his dirty blond beard.
The old werebear relaxed and spreaded his legs, showing the growing bulge between his faded jeans. Mine was reciprocating, rising in rhythm with my heartbeat.
"Looks like Karl did a good job," and Finn opened his button fly, his meaty hand rolling back the foreskin of his fat cock.
"Damn! You're big." I said.
"It runs in the family" He retorted, "Yer not feeling queasy about me."
"Karl banged me and the Earth did not tore into pieces; what the hell." And Finn rose from his chair, he peeled back the shirt off his body and I saw that soft golden fur, the pink nipples pierced by white gold nipple rings.
Finn dropped his shirt on the floor, followed by his jeans, stepping out of them. I rested my hands on my neck legs spreaded as I watched the stripping show, smiling at my grandfather and my cock bobbed, the foreskin partially covering half of my cockhead.
"What a lousy strip show." I said with a smile, my beard scratching my chest, my right hand stroking my bear cock for Finn to see.
Even though Finn's old, really old; he kept his mid fifties look. His barreled chest and his beer belly were covered in pale and soft blond fur mingled with white hairs giving an even paler aura to the fur; his beard had a similar shade, a couple of lines of white fur adorned the beard near the chin; yet the fur on his forearms darkened to a near black shade, the same to the leg fur from the knees down.
He approached me when suddenly he paused, "Wait," he said; turning back and I saw that his back hair was slightly darker, the hairs following a pattern downwards and towards the centre. He leaned down and searched the pocket of his jeans, Finn's hairless asscheeks parting a bit and showing me the slightly hairy cleft.
He turned his head and looked at me smiling, "You like what you see?"
"You bet that ass that I do!" I said while I continued the slow stroking of my cock, the glans shiny because of the precum that started to ooze.
Finn fumbled through his pockets, finally getting the cell phone and placing it on the night table, "The last time I left that on the jeans I stepped on it by accident," And he chuckled.
"Where were we?" he asked. "Oh yeah, we were going to do this" and he parted my legs, his right hand peeling down the foreskin and I saw my cock disappear under his golden beard. My toes curled, his expert mouth taking my cock to the hilt in one swallow, the tongue licking the base of my cock just as he his hand kept the foreskin peeled back.
Between moans I tweaked my nipples, squeezing them between thumbs and index fingers. Taking my time and breathing deeply just as my grandfather nursed on my cub cock.
Finn closed his eyes as he sucked my cock, then he closed the index finger and the thumb between my cock and his lips, bobbing back and forth dragging the foreskin with his fingers, matching the lips.
I stared at the mirrors on the ceiling, watching myself playing with my nipples, and the golden furred bear that was my grandfather nursing on his grandcub's cock.
Suddenly, that wonderful mouth was gone; I looked at Finn who smiled, drool making the beard close to his lips cling and sticky.
He crawled towards me, my cock wet with his spit matting the center of his chest fur until our cocks touched. I felt very nervous for what was going to happen, his breath stank with the musk of my cock. My breathing was ragged, our mouths were inches to each other and he growled "Nervous?"
"Of course I am!" I managed to say between gasps, Finn's hands were below my armpits, my legs were parted and he rubbed his cock back and forth against mine. "I'm gonna kiss my grandfather."
"Didn't Karl kissed ya?" He asked, my ankles resting on his lower back, our cocks were ground together and our belly fur were moist with the oozing precum.
I chuckled, "Karl did a lot of things but kiss me." That brought a smile on Finn, realizing Karl had left that for him. Without warning he pressed his lips against mine catching me by surprise, his tongue wormed between my lips and into my mouth, the long bear tongue tracing my gums and mine danced next to his.
Finn nibbled on my lower lip, his mouth trailing down and licking my chin; he kissed my neck, nibbling it, biting it as if it were some play of dominance over me which I gave in to him. My hands roamed his back, feeling the dense back fur.
Then something happened; still human and yet I began to make the sucking sounds of a happy bear, the harder Finn bit into my throat the louder the noise and the boiling kettle like sound increased in speed. This did not went unnoticed by him as he kept rubbing his cock against mine. Finn increasing the pace of his licking and biting leaving my beard wet with his spit.
"My grandcub likes being dominated by an older bear." He spoke with a hoarse voice and he wasn't smiling; something about that brought mixed sensations in me. My body wanted more and my instincts screamed in fear; I said "Fuck me, mark me with your seed" and I felt and intense heat coming from my face, embarrassed at just what I spoke.
He stopped and sat on my chest, straddling me; Finn's knees resting right below my ears, his mature bear cock bobbing on my chin. "In time, but first is your turn at cocksucking." I took a glance at his cock, just as thick as mine but longer, much longer and then, Finn held me by the scruff of my neck, his drooling cockhead touching my lips, parting them.
As I opened my mouth his cock felt different, not like the hard hydraulic human cock; instead, it had a spongy texture, but my lips felt a hardness, something like a bone but flexible inside. Finn noticed my expression and pulled his cock off my mouth.
"Baculum?" I asked.
Finn nodded, "It's cartilage when I'm human." Finn is old, very old and like most born werebears, some of the animal traits seep into their human form as they grow older; hence the darker fur on his limbs and the cartilage baculum on his penis.
I wanted to ask him more but he shoved his cock in my mouth, Finn pumped inch after inch of swollen werebear cock in my mouth. Our eyes met, his mouth was agape, and he played with the nipple rings tugging them. I closed my eyes, lost in the feeling of his bear meat pumping into my mouth when I made the happy bear's suckling sounds.
Finn increased the speed of his trusting; I heard him swallowing hard and his breathing became ragged.
"I'm gonna cum." He growled, his cock getting firmer and the cartilage baculum lost its flexibility, now it couldn't slide down my throat. His thrusts became shorter, quicker when all of a sudden he came; his pulsing bear cock filling my mouth with his thick bear semen.
He gave three strong thrusts into my mouth and stopped, his hands resting on the bed's headboard, Finn swallowing hard, his pulsing cock feeding me his boar milk.
My grandfather licked his lips as he rocked his hips slowly, his cock still rock hard despite having ejaculated in my mouth. Then he backed away and I raised my hips, my cock rubbing his hairy crack; but Finn kept crawling back, my cock tugged downwards and the dripping glans rubbing the hairy ballsac and the underside of his cock.
"No, boy," He said, "Tonight Grandpa is going to do what he wants to do, not you." Finn spreaded my legs, raising them and exposing my tender hole. His rough hands holding my ankles apart.
I breathed nervously, his cocktip touching my pucker, making it throb; Finn nudging my hole with short but quick thrusts. Our eyes met again, "Feeling unsure boy?" he asked; I could feel his cockhead giving quick short stabs at my rear entry.
"Yes... No, damn. Just a bit. It's just like this incest thing and you kno..." And Finn sheathed his cock deep inside me, his short thrusts managing to dilate me without noticing it. I felt the air leaving my lungs as my grandfather's fucktool filled me. Giving me no time to adjust as he long dicked me, pulling out until the fat mushroom head tugged at my anal ring, then filling me again and his curly blond pubes mingled with the ones on my pucker.
I tried to tell him to stop or at least to slow down but a low growling sound came from him. With every thrust the man was leaving and the grizzly was taking over; his werebear cock felt like a hot poker impaling me over and over. The pelt covering Finn's body began to thicken, and my grandfather's gaze was not of a man.
My cock went limp, just as his relentless pummeling continued and then, my prostate began to tingle; each thrust of his cock touching my pleasure nut and clear fluid oozed from my piss slit.
Finn pressed his lips against mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth; he was being more and more aggressive and then he stopped, thru the reflection of the ceiling mirror I saw my grandfather stare at the door.
The door was ajar, and as it opened, Karl was standing there, his face full of embarrassment, not because he was staring at us but because of what he had heard from me.
An awkward silence filled the room, Finn and Karl gazed at each other for what seemed to be an eternity. Their naked frames immobile save from their soft breathing. Then Finn extended his right arm, with an open palm inviting his long time partner to join us.
He padded towards him, his palm joining Finn's. Karl's face looked like a heavy weight had left him, the brown bear kissed his partner with a passion I've never seen on them.
While the two bears kissed passionately, Karl's soft member was close to me and I caressed the hirsute ballsac, the tip of my fingers tickling Karl's wrinkled foreskin, getting an immediate response from it.
Karl aimed his cock at my face, the swelling bearhood inching closer to me as blood was pumped into it. I held it at the base, peeling the foreskin and his slightly pungent glans gently parted my lips; I bobbed up and down taking as much of my second grandfather's cock as the angle allowed me to.
Finn stopped kissing Karl, he looked at me and hugged me, the bear rolling onto his back dragging me with him and I was sitting on him, his swollen werebear cock still impaling me.
Karl stared at me with a sly smile, "One of these days you will tell me how much do you know about me." And he kissed me, damn he was a good kisser, I could feel all tingly from the inside as his long tongue probed my mouth; my right hand stroking his swollen bear cock when he began to ooze precum over my palm and Karl thrusting into it.
Not to ignore Finn I rocked back and forth, listening to the soft moaning as I rode my grandfather's cock, Finn's hand playing with my nipples making me moan, my cock semi hard and oozing precum over his belly.
Finn broke the kiss, his voice raspy as he growled "Shift boy, shift for me and Finn."
Of course; I did what he said, my bones growing, reshaping and rearranging. Dense golden fur covered my body; long claws replaced nails; the mouth turning into a long bruin muzzle; even a short, stubby tail emerged.
Karl was pleased, Finn gave my nipples a hard squeeze making me moan and ride his swollen fucktool faster. While I rode my grandfather the other one walked behind me, crawling on the bed and his hands caressed my back; one hand trailing down to fondle my tail base.
It was then when Karl held my hips, slowing my rocking until I stopped; I felt his thick uncut bear cock touching the base of my tail in search of my already impaled anal ring.
When his glans touched the ring, he pushed forward; the sensation was wild as a second cock slowly entered me. Now his hands roamed my chest, joining Finn's on my nipples.
They pushed me upwards a few inches, the two bears alternating their thrusts in me, my tongue lolling on one side as they took their time breeding their grandson. My fingers entwined with Finn's, like lovers holding each other.
It felt wonderful, really wonderful but then something began to feel different. It was as if there was less and less space inside my rectum for the two cocks. Karl felt heavier and his hands gripped mine by the wrists right above Finn's, pinning them on the bed.
The brown haired bear rested his head on my right shoulder and the two werebears stared at each other. I had a nauseating feeling when the two stared at each other and nodded.
Before my eyes they began to shift. I tried to move my arms but the two of them kept me immobile. The two slowly reaching the half bear, half human shape that I had, the slight discomfort of the two growing penises became a dry pain as the two cocks stretched me as much as Kairn's but there were no poppers to dull out the pain.
Karl licked and nibbled on my neck as if trying to comfort me but as soon as he reached his full muzzle things changed. He clamped his maw on the scruff of my neck, the pressure enough for the fangs to pierce through the tough skin. I howled in pain, arching my back and trying to escape when Finn clamped his muzzle on my throat. The pressure silencing my howls enough for them to become faint mewls of help.
Once the two of them reached the peak of their shifting the onslaught began. Karl was not a werebear born so his cock retained the human shape but it was longer thicker; Finn's cock on the other hand reshaped into the long grizzly bear cock, the cartilage becoming the thick and solid baculum and like me the vestigial knot was thick enough to lock his member inside me.
They alternated their savage thrusting in me, my muffled roars of help muted into the weak sounds of a cub trapped between two boars. It hurts, oh God it hurts, make it stop but my begs went unanswered. My golden fur was getting matted with blood pouring from the bite wounds on my neck; I could barely breathe as Finn's powerful maw clenched around my throat.
I then realised why Finn and Karl were always very equal in their relationship. They both were Alpha bears, they were dominant with the others but submissive with each other and whoever got caught in the middle of their hunting was going to be sorry if they survived the ordeal.
Love was gone, replaced by pure animal lust and I was their prey; their sow for them to breed mercilessly. Right on cue Karl came, his thrust became erratic and Finn matched them as he also emptied his testicles' contents in me.
The two loosened up their bite on my neck, letting the wounds heal. It was easy for Karl to pull his softening member from me. My hole was stretched enough for Finn to pull his swollen werebear cock from it.
"What a ride eh?" Spoke Finn, his face returning to his human shape. Karl rubbed a towel around my neck, cleaning some of the blood and then rinsing the towel on a bowl filled with water. Eventually taking most of the blood from my neck and my chest.
I looked at Finn and said "I thought you were vanilla."
Finn grinned, "Only to Karl. Next time study me rather than Karl."
Karl gave me a light punch on my left shoulder. "Ready for round two?" He asked.
I left the bed, standing on woozy legs. "Can I..." I swallowed hard, starting to feel like a broken toy. "Can I go out for a walk? I don't feel so good." I went to pick my clothes and headed for the door.
"Is something wrong Miles?" Asked Finn, his voice starting to sound worried.
I turned back at them. I swear to God that I tried; I really tried to be strong and smile but I couldn't, I just looked at them. Blood stained my neck and my chest. Semen and blood coated my inner thighs; the smiles on the two old bears vanished as they realised that what was meant to be fun and kinky sex had gone horribly wrong.
I tried to smile and couldn't, I tried to hold my tears but I couldn't either. Finn was going to say something but closed his mouth immediately. Now that the horses had fled the barn it was useless to close the door.
Funny thing that I remember then, something that happened when I was nine years old. I was in Karl's cigar shop, peeking through the basement door I saw Karl and some teenager tied to a pair of posts, the teen had a hood covering his head and Karl was lashing at him with a whip, blood dripped onto the floor as the teen begged him to stop, that he was going to be an obedient boy.
After that I tried very hard to please Karl, tried to do everything perfect so that he wouldn't be mad at me but as a kid that age you make some mistakes. Mom, Finn and him couldn't understand why I was so afraid of Karl. It took them practically a year for them to know the reason. The three of them laughed so hard I was afraid they would hurt me but Karl amid his laughs was crying, against my will he hugged me tight and kissed me in the forehead.
"I would never hurt you," He said but back then I couldn't trust him so he made a deal with me, I would call him by his name until I trusted him enough and then I would call him grandpa again.
Back in the hotel room I looked at Karl. His eyes were reddened, full of regret but the damage was done. Gone was the visage of brown werebear that inspired respect and fear among everyone. "Once you told me it was fun until someone close went through it..." Karl's chin trembled and tears flowed like river as he sat there on the bed. He looked old and tired, he had lost so many loved ones during World War Two at the hands of others and now he feared that he had lost a loved one by his own doing.
So broken inside I could barely stand up and I said to him "In all the years that I have ahead..." I paused, wiping the tears from my face with my shirt. "In all the years that I have ahead I will never ever call you grandpa." I said and left the room, my bare feet walking over the gravel as I held my clothes tight against me and headed for the forest. Leaving back the two old men that I loved so much but couldn't forgive them for what they had done to me.