Broken Condom
Broken Condom
Alex lie on his side, panting in unison with his partner as reality bleed back into him. Like hundreds of times before, the big man grasped the rubber ring of the condom that encircled his softening cock and withdrew. He rolled to his side, and walked down the hall to the bathroom.
The sudden brightness of the fluorescent lights dazzled Alex's eyes for a moment. And at that moment, he knew something wasn't right. Normally, the condom had a pronounced heaviness from his seed. This night, it didn't. Alex looked down and saw the fleshy head of his circumcised penis poking out of the condom like some sort of half-retracted rubber foreskin. Alex looked up into the mirror over the vanity into his green eyes, tousled hair, and salt-and-pepper bears. "Oh shit," his lips mouthed.
This would be the third time for Alex. Four times, including his ex wife. That one didn't really count, though. She hadn't been a believer. His daughter, however, had been. Walking her through the change had been one of the best moments of his life. She lived in California with her lesbian lover. She sent him postcards now and then. His son hadn't been, and would soon retire from teaching biology at UCAL Santa Barbara. As far as he knew, his father had died a long time ago.
The other two guys had been mistakes. The year had been 1970 and Kevin had taken his transformation in stride. Alex had been deeply in love and had changed form in front of Kevin as part of a proposal. They quickly cemented their union with fantastic bareback fucking, then fucked again. The next three months had nearly worn Alex out from all the husbandly duties as his seed incubated. And for ten years Kevin had been fine, or so Alex had thought.
One morning, Kevin disappeared. Alex was beside himself, shifting and scenting his lover. The chase took him over a month when he finally found him. Kevin had gone totally feral. Alex watched as he mounted and bred a female repeatedly. The next day, Alex came upon Kevin in human form. His mind was gone, growling and speaking gibberish. Kevin changed form and charged at Alex, leaving him no choice. The killing blow had been quick. The cubs still wrote to him from time to time, addressing him as "Uncle Alex". Someone had to introduce them to human society when they were old enough and explain to them what they were.
The year was 1986. Alex had met Chris in a bar and they became drinking buddies. And he fell in love again. Chris hadn't taken the change well, fleeing blubbering into the night in just his bathrobe. Alex mailed him his wallet and keys and arranged to have his car towed to the poor man's house. Chris took vows of celibacy and was now a priest. He seemed happy.
From then on, Alex had been careful. No lover for more than three months. He'd always used condoms. Now he was extra careful. And yet, despite all his carefulness, he'd really done it this time. And no explaining to his lover the risks.
Alex steeled himself as he stripped the betraying condom off his flaccid flesh, discarding it in the trash and washing his hands. In the bedroom, he could smell the sweet scent of burning pipe tobacco as his lover smoked a post-coital bowl.
Alex walked into the room and looked at his lover.
"What's wrong, Alex?" nick asked, setting his pipe into an ashtray beside the bed and getting up to embrace him.
Alex sighed. "Nothing and everything, Nick. I... I haven't been fully honest with you."
"Honest? You mean you've been seeing other men?" Nick chided him. He knew Alex had been having sex with other men. They'd had a three-way just a couple of days ago with one of Nick's friends.
"No. You know all about the other men I've been with," Alex said. He'd always been honest with his partner. "It's something else."
"well... What is it then?" Nick asked.
Alex looked Nick right in the eye. "I need to show you something about myself. Take a seat on that bed and don't move, whatever happens."
Nick laughed, "What? You're into bondage or something?"
Alex snarled, "No... Just sit on the bed and watch."
"I won't hurt you," Alex said under his breath.
Alex closed his eyes, hearing his heart quicken and feeling his body heat up as he willed the change. He did it slowly. It hurt a lot more, but doing it slowly never left any doubt about what he was. Alex felt his nose elongate and his jaw crack, fracture, and re-align. His vertebrae thicken and elongate, nearly bowing him onto all fours before he tightened his stomach muscles. His fingers shorten, then broaden as his hands formed paws, then claws. He ran the shift until he was half-way to his feral form, then stopped. His eyesight was cast sepia, all the color bleeding out of his vision as he panted from the pain and exertion.
And Nick wasn't on the bed. There was a figure on the bed where Nick sat. Much like his, with round ears and a black snout. A pipe jutted out of one side of the other bear's jaw and a thick pinkness protruded from the bear's groin.
"Is that all?" the figure on the bed spoke. Nick's voice. Lower pitched and gravely. "Why don't you come over here and help me with my problem?" The bear gestured with his pipe stem. And then we'll talk about what we do next.
Alex suddenly felt like his future was going to be wide open.