The road trip 2
#2 of The road trip
Road Trip
By GrayLocke
2006
Proofread and contributions by Papa Werebear
Warning this story contains material that it might not be suitable for people under 18 if you're underage PLEASE STOP READING NOW.
Honestly, I stood there naked in the bus for a while, my dick already soft and hidden under my foreskin as I pondered what to do about it. Then, of course my stomach growled and I decided that things are better thought after a good meal. Sure I think with my dick; but after it gets sated then the stomach takes over.
I looked at the remnants of my shirt that lay scattered on the floor; damn, I did the Hulk Hogan thing on the poor garment, not that it didn't add up to the mess of things on the bus floor. Somehow I did not envy the cleaning Rodrigo was going to do to it tomorrow.
When I picked up my Bermudas I just sighed, then I glared at my cock that rested peacefully above my scrotum and said "Stupid dick, you should have told me it was unsanitary to drop these on the floor." The poor garment was wet and sticky, I gave it a sniff and oh god...
The next time, I'll travel with Dutch werebears; I was going to say German beastmen but they love their beer and I got the uneasy feeling the bus would have been a lot wetter than this one.
"What the hell," I said to myself and decided to walk outside the bus dressed just as I was in briefs and sneakers, one hand carrying the soggy Bermudas in hope that the inn would have a laundry or something to get it clean. Still, I wasn't worried about it since some of the bears that left the bus weren't exactly fresh and tidy.
"Besides," I thought to myself as I felt the cool and damp autumn air over my gratefully round and hairy frame, "It's not like there was a family with kids driving by in the middle of nowhere.'
The cafeteria was surprisingly clean; the place itself had one of those inviting fifties feel with its checkered pattern tiles on the floor; the beige walls, The comfy looking seats next to them that were upholstered with red leather and the tables with red Formica surfaces... For some reason I felt the urge to sing La Vida loca. Oddly though, the chairs and the tables that were not close to the walls were different; they just seemed too modern and out of place in this vintage environment. These chairs looked extremely robust and the armchairs were spread apart a bit too wide; not to mention the tables which were also very robust, their edges had these indentations that seemed to be made to be held and the feet had some sort rubbery knob. I guessed that it was to keep the tables from sliding easily. Not wanting to be cynical but I had the feeling this furniture was made for fucking.
When I saw the buffet I was extremely disappointed; the damn thing was empty.
The bears had eaten everything. It looked like the buffet had been cleaned and was waiting for the next day's business. "Oh well," I thought, "maybe I'll eat some of the sugar of the dispensers. Hmmm... Let's see... Salt, yes; Pepper, yes; chili sauce, yes... Fuck they even ate the sugar!"
Right then; the door leading to the kitchen swung open and I saw this rather thin guy.
Well, not exactly thin but compared to my traveling companions he was. I reality he was more like an otter. He said in a flat even tone, "Those guys already ate everything, again." Then he gave me a closer look and smiled, "I've never seen you around." I felt really embarrassed; I was standing in front of the buffet naked except for my briefs, my sneakers and my glasses. Then he saw the slime coated Bermudas I was holding and the trail of filth it had left since I entered the cafeteria.
"You must be Finn's grandson! I'm Peter," He said with a hearty tone and shook my right hand.
"Is that good or bad?" I asked, one eyebrow lifted.
He smiled, "Well, you two seem to be messy in the right things" He spoke and I apologized for leaving a messy trail with my shorts.
"Don't worry about it," He smiled, "You should have seen the mess they left, although some of them helped with the cleaning." And Peter gave me a wink.
Just when the chat was getting interesting my stomach growled, loud enough to be an embarrassment and Peter I laughed; the tension easing up a bit.
Then he grinned, "You are a very unlucky bear right now; all but the rabbit food is gone."
"Rabbit food?"
I asked. I considered that any food was better than none. Peter headed towards the large microwave oven, opening it and he pulled a large plate containing nothing but weeds...
Well, OK, so they weren't weeds, but they were about as appetizing to someone who wanted meat. He laid it on a table and gave me a fork and a knife, "Enjoy."
"Oh man... " I groaned as I saw nothing but lettuce leaves, green pepper slices and pieces of raw broccoli. Peter chuckled when I asked him, "Aren't there any used pie pans with crumbs to lick?"
He shook his head, "Your grandfather already did that." Then Peter sat next to me, "You look a lot like him when he was your age." I looked at him with a curious look as I chomped on some rabbit food, "Gow phgold..." I stopped and swallowed my cow feed. "How old are you?" I asked without thinking it might be rude to ask. Peter looked ageless, like someone you might think was older than 40 but never seemed to reach the ripe age of 50. He did have the scent of a werebear but I just couldn't believe one could be so thin. Not as thin as you think but I'm talking about not having a gut. His forearms were coated in a thick layer of fur the color of golden honey. He also had the bushiest moustache I've ever seen.
Peter smiled, "You know, someone's age is something you shouldn't ask; it's not proper."
I gulped down some green peppers. God how I hate those things but the bear's creed is, "Don't waste food". Peter noticed how I "liked" the meal and he stood up, "Maybe there's something in the kitchen that the... men... haven't found. I'll go check it okay?"
"Yes please!" I looked at him with pleadingly; slightly amplified by the glasses. He vanished into the kitchen. He was gone for a few moments and I heard some fumbling; well, a lot of fumbling before the kitchen door opened again and he brought me a large loaf of bread along with a bowl full of a thick pink sauce.
"Here you go!" He placed the bowl on the table and gave me the bread. "This salad and this bread is yours right?" He shrugged, "Heh, guests first."
I shook my head and split the bread in half, "I know you're going to turn it down if I give it to you whole so here's half of it." And handed it to him. We made sandwiches with the salad and the sauce, which had a crunchy texture and Peter looked at me with a somewhat nervous look when I spread it over the bread.
"What kind of seeds did you used in the sauce?" I asked him.
"Well," He gave me a big smile, "They're my special ones."
I looked at my skimpy vegetarian sandwich and since I already gave it a few bites; what the hell...
A few minutes later Peter and I were relaxing; drinking what Peter told me was some of the moonshine brewed around here. I usually don't drink hard liquor but it was just a matter of time before the seeds will start seasoning me if you know what I mean.
"So..." I asked him while I was relaxing on the chair; damn it was a very comfortable one, "How come you don't look like the rest? You know, built like a bear?"
Peter grinned, his right hand scratching the honey blond crew cut hair on his head, "A healthy diet works fine and I don't shape shift." He took the same stance as I had; his legs spread as he absentmindedly scratched his belly.
"You can't?" I asked.
"I can; I just don't go for that. I'm not into the animal part of it." He said simply
"Hmmm... Healthy diet... No meat?" I asked.
Peter's face flushed a deep red, "Of course I eat meat..." He growled, now inserting his right hand inside shirt; fingers playing with the left nipple, the otter's crotch starting to tent. "I just suck the juice out of it."
Oh damn! I wore a sonofabitch smile and I imitated him, my hand pinching my right nipple when I began to feel really good; a warm tingling sensation spread from my stomach to all over my body. An electric jolt surged through my left nipple and I hadn't even touched it; "That was one good sandwich," I said as my other hand reached for my growing cock under my briefs.
His eyes trailed towards my crotch just as I pulled the underwear down and my swelling cub meat throbbed in front of him; his blue eyes stared at the tip as the foreskin was rolled back. "Too bad there was no meat in that sandwich." He said in a low growling voice.
I smiled; feeling a like a thousand pins touching my face and a sense of lightheadedness that only comes when you're stoned and drunk. "Well," I told him, "I sure hope this is a nice substitute."
Peter stood up, he wrapped its fingers around my cock, stroking the foreskin back and forth making me sigh and smile. "Thank you, this is really is a good substitute..." he leaned over, we swapped saliva. His bushy moustache brushed against mine just as he rested his knees over the indentation the armchairs had. It really was a furniture made for fucking! The rough fabric of his jeans pressed against my paunch.
I slipped my hands inside his shirt, feeling the soft belly fur as I lifted part of the fabric and to my surprise my fingers disappeared from sight. As I explored his belly my fingers were covered by the thick layer of fur, which was a bit darker than the hair on his head and stache.
We broke the kiss just to take his tee shirt off; Peter rocking back and forth as I fumbled with the belt buckle and his fly. I looked up to see his large pinkish nipples; they were stretched out a couple of inches and pierced with gold nipple rings so heavy they made the fleshy tip point down. Peter pulled the shirt off his head, throwing it onto the floor and said; "You like 'em?" He asked.
Obviously I nodded, watching in a pot induced stupor how they shone against the bright fluorescent light and I nipped and sucked on them, feeling how strange the metal tasted. My face rubbed against the soft golden chest fur; inhaling the mixed scents of food, sweat, musk and cologne.
Raising my hands, resting them on the nape of his neck, we stared at each other briefly and then ours lips met again. We suckled each other as our tongues touched together and traced each other's teeth. Peter unbuckled his belt and opened his fly; my hand slipping under his briefs to feel that meat and to my surprise there was no fur.
Peter pulled back to take his jeans off; I did the same with my funky smelling underwear, tossing it on one side. My attention was diverted when I raised a hand and saw the shadow it cast as the bright light shone, I smiled like an idiot as I shook my hand, watching the silhouette.
"Damn that's one fat prick." Peter spoke and my trance was broken. "Is this the first time you've tried pot?" He asked me, his knuckles resting on his hips. I don't care if he was a werebear, he was skinny as an otter and damn he looked like one, all that was missing was the tail. His entire body was covered by a thick layer of thin curly blond fur; giving him a golden aura. He had darker blond fur, or perhaps it was just the pot eyes giving me that effect, and damn he was fit. Despite being covered in blond fur the contour every muscle was visible.
What struck me was the fact that he had no crotch fur; Peter had a shaved package and at the base was this black rubber cockring. Shit, he had a large Prince Albert piercing the piss slit, that damn thing so thick it looked like a cutout padlock sticking through the oozing slit. The thick phallus bobbing in a way that kept the PA swaying leaving me mesmerized until Peter stepped closer to me.
I felt him holding me by the long hairs on my back as we swapped spit again, Peter pushing me on my back on the chair as our hard cocks were pressed together. He thrust his cock back and forth; mingling the pre-come that oozed non-stop from our piss slits. He repositioned so that he straddled me, each knee resting against the side of my waist and his cock lay above mine.
"Shit," I said, "This is fun."
It was going to get even better, this was enough foreplay for Peter, who put his feet on some bars attached to the feet of the chair and he rose. His right hand reaching for my leaking tool making me moan as he stroked it a few times just to get that slimy natural lube all over it. Then he guided it towards his hairy hole. I was leaking enough pre-com so I didn't need lube; when my cocktip touched his puckered entry I felt how it pulsed when my meat rubbed against it.
Peter then let go of my cock and pushed down, starting to impale himself, grunting as my, cock as thick as a beer can, slowly dilated his anal ring. His face was a mixture of pain and bliss, he was biting his lower lip as he pushed down and I sighed as the cockhead popped past the puckered entry.
My nipples jolted as he tweaked them, the fingers even pulling some of the curly hairs of my areola. I closed my eyes as the sensations overwhelmed me, his ass taking my cock up to the hilt. Slowly he rode my cock in short thrusts; my hand wrapped around his jutting member and rubbing his foreskin back and forth, the PA bouncing up and down spraying Peter's pre-come all over our chests.
We took our time, Peter rising and lowering very slowly as I rubbed his thick pud, the PA coated in a generous and steady flow of pre-come that pooled over my belly. I rubbed my hand up and down on his chest, watching my fingers disappear under that thick mat of honey blond fur.
The room was all quiet except for the lazy hum of the refrigerator and the slow slurping sound of my fat uncut bear cock sliding in and out of Peter's hole. My cock tingled pleasantly and by the look on Peter's face his loved being reared.
Then the door of the kitchen swung open and a booming voice echoed through the room; "I can't leave you for a moment without you getting that hole plugged again."
A large and I mean large man stepped in; Jesus Christ he must have been at least seven foot tall, his hair was white as snow and he had this thick white beard that was completely black at the chin and hid under his red tee shirt. It wasn't the thing that he was built like a truck but that he looked like he could tear it apart with his bare hands.
"Hi boss." Said Peter, "This is..."
"Of course I know who he is." Growled the big old bear. He had a round beer belly that the shirt barely contained; wiry and dense black fur covered his arms. Peter didn't pause his slow riding and that old bear smiled as he looked at how Peter's hole rode my cock; he approached us and smiled, "That thing looks as thick as Finn's." He growled and playfully rubbed his left hand on my left shoulder... Then he rubbed his hand over my chest, getting it soaked with sweat and pre-come; the thumb flicking my nipple and making me inhale deeply. He leaned over and growled, "You don't mind letting an old bear join in?
My name's Rae."
"I don't mind, don't mind at all!" I said with obvious enthusiasm.
Rae smiled, "I wouldn't have interrupted if I thought you would."
Rae's breath definitively had the smell of alcohol, cigar and cock. I smiled and raised my right hand, holding him by the neck as we did the Spiderman kiss; his fat tongue inside my mouth, the faint clicking sound of our teeth touching and his beard pressed against my moustache. Damn that beard was wiry and felt the bristles even through mine. My hand slipped inside the collar of his shirt and felt the roughness of his back fur.
We broke the kiss
"That should leave no doubt about it, right?" I said.
"No doubt at all." Rae said.
Rae kissed Peter; the old bear pulled back and began to take off his clothes, while I pressed my face against Peter's chest; my mouth suckling and nibbling on one of his pierced nipples.
Peter arched his back and remained still with me completely inside of him; his eyes closed and his breathing slowed down as he sat still. "Something wrong?" I asked.
"I almost came," he opened his eyes and smiled. "I just don't want to shoot yet." I felt something warm on my belly, the scent quite obvious; some semen oozed from the piss slit and slid over the Prince Albert. I reached for it with a finger, tasting the bitter seed.
"I love that smell." Growled Rae.
I looked to my upper right and Rae was laying his clothing, neatly folded on a table and I could see his back. Jesus Fucking Christ, it was like watching the back of a grizzly bear in his prime. The dense mat of wiry fur couldn't hide the thick cords of muscle beneath.
I watched them ripple beneath his pelt and was very turned on by the sight.
But Rae was neither grizzly nor a black bear. The hair on his shoulder blades and up to his arms was black, so was the hair on his legs giving them a chaps like pattern. As he turned around I saw that the pelt that covered his chest was also black, connecting with the lower part of his beard while the fur on his midsection was comepletely white.
"Fuck no!" I said in disbelief.
"Fuck yeah." He growled replied. "You've never seen one?"
"Only at the zoo, man." Damn, after I met him I can't see pandas without getting a hardon.
And then I looked at his crotch. Just like Peter, Rae had his crotch shaved, his balls juggled up and down at mid thigh; one thing that I noticed was the circumcised cock.
"Circumcised?"
I said, surprised that I'd said it out loud. "You got a problem with that?" Rae said with a scowl.
"No, no; I just never saw a cut werebear. Foreskin grows back every time you shift."
"I can't shift, I'm too old." His eyes got a bit misty, "Way too old."And as he growled that, I felt a twang of pain coming from him. I have heard my mother about that, that when some werebears near the end of their lives the magic in them starts to fade, locking them in either man or beast shape; so I thought 'What the hell.'
That fuck-tool was no child's toy. He wasn't a grower like I or Peter was; his piece of meat swayed as he headed towards us while Rae stroked that damn thing. Probably it would only grow an inch or two but damn, that thing was getting thicker and firmer by the moment. Peter on the other hand, just couldn't wait to get that thing close to him.
Rae stood on my right, his fuck-tool still needing some time to get firmer and Peter and I kissed on it. Him suckling and kissing the back of the helmet while I nibbled and licked on the frenum, shaking my head sideways to make my lips trail back and forth on that throbbing urethra.
I grabbed the base of Rae's meat, Peter mimicking me and we stroked the stem while our mouths licked and kissed the fat cockhead. The old bear growled something unintelligible and Peter opened his mouth, taking the fat cockhead inside his mouth.
At first Peter bobbed his head back and forth, taking as much cock as the angle allowed him. Then Rae pushed the rest of his cock inside Peter's mouth. My entire body was shaking at the sight of that big cock sliding in.
Rocking back and forth finally brought Rae's member to a full mast. The old bear pulled out and showed me his big cock.
It was like watching a 2x zoom on an average cock; twice the length and twice the thickness. Rae offered me his cock and I obliged; feeling the back of that helmet rubbing against my tongue, that thick cockhead pushing past my tonsils and then; I could just feel how my Adam's apple expanded. Every ring of cartilage belonging to the trachea cracked as the thick meat pushed in for space through my esophagus.
It hurt a lot but damn I knew that the speed of my healing would simply allow me to suck it effortlessly the next time; plus I was drunk and stoned and I just didn't gave a damn about it.
Rae alternated between mouths, giving both of us a mouthful of fuck at a time. Peter grunted, his rectal muscles clinging onto my cock like a glove and he gave a muffled grunt.
The old bear pulled out of Peter's mouth to see the show, Peter's semi hard cock bobbed several times and thick and creamy cum oozed from the piss slit, sliding down the Prince Albert and over my belly.
After the show was done Rae gripped Peter by the head with his huge thick hands and rammed his cock again inside that willing mouth. The force of his thrusts increasing by the moment and my hands held Peter's waist as I tried to match the thrusts.
Rae bellowed, burying Peter's face against his black haired crotch and the old bear came, filling the room with his cursing. I touched Peter's throat and could feel Rae's cock spasm inside it.
Damn that was a hot sight; Peter's face was turning red as he slowly suffocated because of that pulsing cock. Driving me to the edge and I emptied my nuts inside his warm chute.
Rae pulled his fat cock off that sore mouth; it was like watching a horse dismounting and a dollop of his cum splattered onto my face as the cockhead popped out of Peter's mouth. Rae fed me his softening meat, which was still a mouthful; thrusting a few times and feeding me the last remnants of his orgasm.
Eventually he pulled off and sat on a chair next to us, Rae smiling.
He lit up a fat cigar he took from his clothes on the near by table. Watching how Peter dismounted and licked where he had coated my belly with his come. After he finished I sat upright and licked Peter's cock clean, sucking any trace of come clinging from that fat piercing. "Hey boy," Rae said. "Finn says that he's a little busy at the moment and that he will have that special chat with you later." He took a deep suck of that fat cigar, "And Karl says that you should go take a shower now."
"It'll be a cold day in Hell before you even dare to lay on that bed if yer all messy like you are right now."
"And the showers are...?" I asked.
Peter replied, "They're at the back of the Inn. You can't miss them, they're the large communal type."
I wasn't.
Normally I just wouldn't care if Finn were the one with that message but let me tell you about Finn and Karl. Finn is a little bit country and Karl is a little bit Rock and Roll; well, more like Death Metal but you get the point. "Are you guys coming?" I asked them.
"Nope," Replied Rae, "We have some work to do for Karl, don't worry about your dirty clothes. Just leave them with us; you go get clean!"
Wow, two fucks in a night, this was going to be a trip I'd enjoy...