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Dad was doing something in the kitchen or a rhino was crashing around, either one. I was sitting on the couch watching something that was more or less background noise while I considered the news dad had just informed me of.

"Your Uncle Bear is coming to stay with us.", a simple statement. But I was unsure of how it would impact our lives. Dad and I had been living together since mom moved away when I was only 12. In the 5 years since we had managed to finally work out a table living arrangement as far as chores and stuff went. Things had become comfortable and I was not sure how adding a third person would work out.

I did not know my step-uncle very well, he was more like a childhood friend of my father's who was basically like family. I only recall ever seeing him when I was seven years old and that was only for a visit before he had went into the marines. Now he was getting out of the service and was going to be living with us. I was kind of curious about him and what an ex-marine would like to live with. He wasn't married and had no kids, maybe he would be one of those woman chasing drunks like you saw in the action movies. Or he might be so disciplined he would want to run the house like a military base. Neither possibility was very appealing

But what came roaring up the driveway some hours later just before dark was not what I had been expecting. A large leather bound bearded biker on a larger and custom Harley Davidson motorcycle crunched up the gravel driveway.

I leaped to my feet and to the door to look outside. The biker had parked his bike by dad's truck. Watching him get off the bike reminded me of the giant guy in that potter movie.

Dad came up behind me and called out to the man. "Hey John I was beginning to worry about you.". I looked at the hulking brute as he grabbed at a large army bag tied over the back seat of his bike and tossed it effortlessly over his left shoulder.

"Hey there, glad I finally made it here." He said in a deep voice as he made his way to the porch. Dad and I were taken aback at his size, I was young last I saw him, but I didn't remember him being THIS big of a man. The wide eyed look on my dad's face appeared to backup my recollection.

As he got closer and into better light I got a better view of him. He was definitely tall, 6'6" at least. His beard was short but very thick, jet black. He wore a leather biker jacket with some military patches on it, none of the normal biker club patches. Thick big ass boots and denim jeans covered his tree trunk legs. He took off his helmet as he came to the door and I noticed his shoulder length hair also black. He had a pronounced thick brow ridge to his forehead that looked straight out of a caveman display at a museum. My step-uncle looked like a living overgrown caveman. I began to feel rather tight in my pants at the sight of him.

"Is this my little nephew Scott?", he asked in mock shock at the sight of me. He then patted me on the head roughly with a big meaty paw, "Hey there rookie." I noticed his whole arm and hand had thick black hair covering it as well. This was just getting better and better as the growing stiffness in my pants seemed to indicate.

********

We had gotten Bear's things inside and dad had supper ready. A large dinner of steak, potatoes, peas and carrots with big rolls. Uncle Bear had three helpings all his own, fears of leftovers disappeared as we ate.

Over dinner Bear told us about his 10 years in the marines. His travels around the U.S. and Canada on his bike on his leaves. He talked about his deployments and how he was lucky to have been posted away from the many major engagements.

"But that is all behind me now," he said as he pat his modest belly, I noticed it didn't jiggle as guessed he was as muscled thick there as well as the rest of his appeared to be. "Now, I am ready to settle down and spend time with family."

Dad grinned, "And maybe start up one of your own too."

Bear grinned a little oddly I noticed. I was watching him keenly enough as is was. "Whatever the future brings, we will see."

After dinner I learned another pleasant surprise, Uncle Bear was going to be sharing my room with me. Bear just grinned at me then took his bag to the bathroom for a shower.

An hour later I was in my room and in bed attending to my raging hard on when I heard a knock at my door. I jerked the sheet and blanket into place just as the door started to open and my uncle poked his mug into the room.

"Hey there rookie, all clear to come in?" He grunted and grinned.

"Of course, why wouldn't it be?"

"Well I was your age once, I know about the hard times guys can get." He said as he ducked is head low when he came into the room. He was only wearing a pair of green military boxers and carried his duffle bag and thick biker boots.

My brain shorted out as he came in. God he was build like a gorilla. All thickly muscled and covered in thick hair head to toe, it was hard to see his skin under his fur. I have only recently come to realize i had feelings and interests in my own gender. Not only that but I was mostly attracted to older men and only the hairy fur balls at that. It was not a problem given my age and I never ran into any of the types of guys that would turn my head. No one at school came close and none of the boys I hung around with would ever come close in 30 years. But here I was with what could only be the very embodiment of the set of ideals I looked for. I was in trouble.

As he bent over to dig around for something in his bag I couldn't help but lust over him. The hair on his back and over his legs was sexy. Then he turned around, his chest and shoulders were broad and he had a firm muscle gut. I couldn't help it as I stared at him.

His deep belly laugh broke my trance. "Yep nephew, your uncle is a sure bonafide freak of nature." He laughed again and rubbed his left hand through the thick hairy stomach and dug at his belly button with a finger, his finger slipping in deeply into his navel I noted to myself.

"You don't look like a freak to me, what do you mean?" I asked him, trying to discreetly adjust myself under the covers.

He smirked, "Well I look like the missing link caveman as hairy as I am for starters." And he gestured at himself.

"I am also overly tall and big." He explained, "I hardly need to do anything to keep myself this muscled."

I noted his tone of voice had shifted somewhat.

"It doesn't help me much in getting to know people, I just intimidate everyone." He explain.

"Well you don't intimidate me and you being so big is cool." I said, "Surely you were popular in the service and ladies in other countries lining up."

He quirked a smile, "And just what does a rookie like you know about such things?"

"Well, I watch movies..."

"And guys that look like me are the big dumb thug types of bad guy." He nodded as commented. "People normally keep their distance from me."

"Well, what about your marine buddies?"

"The marines gave me a place to live but I didn't end up making many connecting with anyone much. Mostly people tried fight with me to earn some kind of stupid reputation and otherwise keep me at arm's length."

"Oh that seems stupid. I'm sorry to hear that."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Builds character I guess, but after 10 years of it I am glad to be away from all those assholes."

He gave a big yawn and casually reached into his shorts to scratch his nuts. "I think it's time for bed, I'm so tired I don't anything would wake me up."

He then pulled the covers back and sat upon the bed, the bed frame groaned a bit under his bulk. With his broad hairy back towards me he reached over and shut the switch off to the lamp and plunged us both into darkness.

********

I awake some time later to the darkness of my room. Dim moon light provided some illumination. I was able to my Uncle's form next to me in the bed, he was on his back and snoring away.

I was near the edge of my bed as he was taking up so much of the bed. I moved closer to him to avoid falling off the bed if I rolled over in my sleep. Of course this resulted in me spooning up against his side, with little choice I rested my head upon his arm. I couldn't help noticing his scent with my face next to his armpit. He had a deep musk like smell accented by the smell of old spice. He smelled so damn good! Its was such a turn on I found myself lacing my right hand upon his chest gently, fearful of waking him up. When my hand settled into his chest hair I let it set there as I waited to see if he would wake up, he neither flinched or stopped snoring. Still I waited a couple of minutes before I was brave enough again move my hand.

I gently rub my hand down his chest and on to his belly, the feeling of his rough body hair was so sexy. My hand moved down his belly towards his crotch but stopped when I had reached his navel. I felt the dense hair around that deep hole and I stopped with my finger poised over that opening. I held my breath as I listened to his breathing, not once had his snoring changed in tone or regularity.

Gently I rested that hand upon his belly. With each deep snore I applied some pressure to my finger each time he breathed in and little by little my finger was slowly swallowed deeper and deeper. All the way down it went until I could go no further. I had not bottomed out but instead my finger was just not long enough. Bear was not a fat man, his stomach was the size of a moderate beer belly, but it was nearly rock hard. As this all ran through my mind it caused my cock to start waking up. This was turning like crazy, I was actually touching someone else and it was someone I would have wet dreams about. I was only glad then that he was only a close family friend and not by any blood. The thoughts and desires I was starting to harbor was not ones you would want to be having about you own kin, flesh and blood.

As I began to withdraw my finger something must have disturbed Bear, he brushed his hand down across his belly and ended up brushing my hand away. I was quickly still and silent but Bear only grunted and rolled onto his left side, turning his back towards me. I remained motionless and held my breath. I was scared for a long moment, but eventually he was snoring away again.

Now common sense might have told any sane person to stop and go no further. But I was 17 and horny as fuck... sane was not one of my qualities at that moment. I moved over closer to his back and spooned up against him as best as I could. Half an hour later I had my right hand over his hip and my hand on his stomach again as he snored away.

Slowly I moved my hand down towards his crotch again, I was curious to know if everything was as equally oversized and big on this man. Slowly I moved y hand on down and noticed that I did not encounter the band of his green military shorts my hand instead came to rest upon a thick bush of hair... my Uncle was sleeping commando. After a long pause again as my brain once more shorted out and needed to reboot I moved my finger tips around ever so gently as I felt around for what I thought to be a big meat club. But nothing stood out in that thick man bush. It was only after I moved my hand farther down that I brushed up against something in that bush, I felt rather small, even shriveled up it was about the size of my thumb. That had surprised the hell out of me to say the least, yet made me even more attracted to this man.

Thinking about the hulking brute of a man sleeping next to me made me painfully hard, worst case of blue balls in my life. I couldn't stand it anymore. As my step-uncle snored on I worked my pajama pants down to below my knees and then spooned up even more closer to his sleeping form. Then I felt it... my cock came to rest on that hairy ass of his. Using my right hand, I began to rub my painfully hard 8.5 inch cock up and down the sweaty crack of his ass. My cock was leaking precum like crazy and I was too lost in the longing to breed to even think about this. I needed to have him, to be in him.

My cock was now between his meaty hams and discovered the hot damp valley hidden within. As I rubbed my hard shaft up and down that hot valley of his, my uncle seemed to choose that moment to roll over again. This time he rolled and shifted over onto his stomach. I held onto his shoulders and was pulled along for the ride as well. I ended up on top of his back as he came to a rest, my cock still buried in his ass cheeks.

Once more I held still in momentary fear, but after a moment Bear was snoring away again with his arms buried under the pillows and his face turned towards the door.

Horniness over came fear and I used my knees to force him to spread his thighs a bit to grant me better access. I used my left hand to rub my dick up and down the valley of his.ass and finally the head of my cock brushed up against the tight lips of his puckered hole. I held still as I moved my cock around his hole, preparing him for entry using my precum as lube. Then I lined myself up with his hole and began to push.

Things were not going easy. I withdraw and pushed down into him a bit harder each time. Soon I wrapped my arms around his chest and under his arms to give extra leverage. I humped against him for I don't know how long, but I was beginning to get frustrated. I applied more pressure to his thick thighs and he spread his legs a bit farther, between that and my change in angel must have been enough. Suddenly my cock head popped in past his outer defenses and I slipped into him half way. Underneath me my uncle turned his head to the other side and gave a grunt. I held still once more this time with half my cock inside my step uncle Bear. It felt so good I pushed a bit more and another inch slipped into him cause him to turn his head once more on the pillow as he grunted again to have it turned in to deep moaned. This time I lay upon his back and let my cock rest in him so he would get used to the feel.

I just lay there and eventually Bear began to snore softly again. His hole twitched at my cock buried in it and it tried to force me out of him. I began to then pull out of him until only my cockhead was left inside him. Then I pushed back forward burying myself once more, gaining another inch of penetration deeper into him. Finally I made it in as far as I could he felt so amazing around my cock. Finally I began a long, slow and deep fucking motion while Bear slept on. My first love making session might not have been magical or whatever. But as I thrust into him he would sometimes turn his head side to side and moan or grunt. I would stop at those moments and let him return to snoring. Eventually I embraced his barrel chest and held myself against his back as I switched to a short thrust shallow fucking motion. This seemed to be less disturbing to Bear and felt just as wonderful to me. At one point Bear even spread his legs more and pushed his muscular ass up towards me as he moaned and gave another deep grunt.

Eventually I reached my first real sexual climax and I dumped my first real load into him. I lost my mind but it was more than worth it. Sleep was over taking me, I slowly pulled my overly sensitive spent cock out of his glorious hole and gently lay back down beside him. Not once did he stir while I un-mounted him, just kept on snoring away.

*********

I awoke to an odd sensation. Something warm and moving around, it felt good. Forcing my eyes to open I looked down towards the warm feeling and found Bear was in the middle of giving me my first blow job. I was rather stunned at the sight of him and what he was doing.

He must have noticed my movement at waking up as he gave me one deep suction slurp that had my toes curling when he came off my cock.

Then he looked me in the eyes with a grin, "Morning Scott, I think we have to talk." and he gave my morning wood stiff cock a shake.

"Umm, ...", Was all I could come up with.

"I know what you did last night." He said with some seriousness. I grew worried as the idea of him telling dad or him kicking my ass sprang to mind. Only then did the ideas of what could happen after I did come to the front of my mind. I was too lost in my urges to think of anything beyond the moment the night before.

My sudden fear must have been visible on my face, because He placed a big hand on my shoulder forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"Everything is okay rookie, calm down." He said and gave my shoulder a squeeze with a big heavy ham hand. It was then I remembered what he was doing to me when I awoke. I had to see where this was going.

"You okay?", he asked and I nodded I was.

"I'm sorry..", I started to say.. to try to begin to explain.

"Don't be rookie." He flashed me a grin behind his beard, " I'm not mad maybe a bit confused and sore in the seat."

"I'm sorry, I thought you slept through it all."

He grunted then groped my dick. "Hard to sleep through having this tree trunk shoved up your virgin hole."

"Oh, I didn't know what I was doing really." I said.

He grinned, " So we both lost our cherries last night then?"

I smiled sheepishly. He laughed. "Well we will get better at it rookie."

"We will?" Now I was unsure.

"Well If you want to make use of my old bones I'm willing to let you." He sighed, "Not like anyone else would want them."

He stood up and I was finally able to see his cock. Hidden in a dense bush of crotch hair I could see his dick and it was indeed small.

He followed my gaze and smirked, "Yeah, there are a few reasons I don't have a girlfriend." He shrugged, " I tried it with woman, but they either didn't want a big hairy brute or they laughed at how small my cock is." He rubbed his chest hair absentmindedly. "Women just aren't worth the hassle, my hand has done me well enough all these years."

Then he looked down at me," So what made you feel like mounting and screwing me last night?"

"Well...", it was hard to say it as I had never came out to anyone, "I think your fucking hot." I had to be blushing.

Bear blinked, "You actually find all of this on me attractive?"

"Hell yes sir." I nodded eagerly.

"Now don't call me sir." He scowled playfully.

He looked me over, "You sure you want something like me?" He grabbed his crotch, "This thing isn't much use to anyone."

I smiled and my dick twitched. He smiled," Well I'll take that as a yes."

Bear climbed back into bed and sat down on my crotch. "I have never played around with guys before, but something about last night felt fucking amazing and I want to try it again." Then he reached under him and pushed my rock hard morning wood to the entrance of his asshole.

I was stunned. Here was this hulk of a man and he was now towering over me, about to take me into his body. I ran my hands up his thighs, up his chest and rubbed his big hairy nipples. Bear smiled down at me and closed his eyes as I pawed at his body.

Slowly he forced himself down onto my cock. I felt something slick as the head touched his anal pucker and slipped in after a moderate effort. I watched Bear's face as I entered him, he grimaced in pain and I felt his hole squeeze down on my cock. I was getting into the feeling again and while I griped his hips I thrust up into him, forcing the rest of my hard shaft into him. He bucked up pulling off me an inch or two and gazed down at me wide eyed and his face flushed red.

He gave me a grunt and then a deep basso growl bubbled in his chest. I didn't have time to think as he suddenly forced himself full back down onto my shaft and leaned over me, covering me with his great chest. Then he forced his legs under my own causing me to have to shift the agile of my position.

He was panting heavily in my ear, I was not able to see his face the way he was leaning. Over his breathing I heard him say that special phrase.

"Fuck me hard...please!" And he ground his ass against my crotch. I eagerly obliged and began to thrust in and out of his quivering hole.

Pulling out as much as I possibly could I plunged myself one more into him, his hole gave up resisting around then and I gain a smoother penetration.

I felt his skin becoming feverish to my touch. He was making soft grunting noises and each time I hilted myself into him his body shivered. He would only moan into my ear, "Harder, take me harder."

I was beginning to lose myself to the whole experience, a primal part of my brain waking up and taking over. I felt so painfully hard inside him. Lustfully I pulled him down as I thrust upwards. Somehow I found enough strength that I forced him to roll onto his back. That's when I was able to see his face and his body. My Uncle Bear had changed somehow.

His face had become more animal like, somewhat canine in appearance, round ears on top of his head. His hands had become great paw like bestial hands tipped in thick claws. His body had shifted to that of a even thicker barrel chest beast. And he became even more hairier than he was before, now a thick deep brown pelt of true fur covered him where once had been more human like black body hair.

I found myself cock deep up the ass of a Kodiak bear. His hind paws holding buried deep inside of him and I could feel a short tail brushing my painful balls.

Eyes closed, the bear growled again and said in a deep voice clearly that of my Uncle's, "please... take me."

Fear tried to swim to the front of my mind, but failed. I only knew lust for this beast. His scent filled my nose, his sweet musk and my cock grew harder if that was even possible.

I lay upon his bare bear chest and began to suckle on his thick rough nipples. I was so madden by need for him that I forced his thighs apart and pushed them towards his belly giving me an even better angle of penetration. Like a piston I fucked him hard and long, his anus so battered it only made slurping sounds as it sucked my cock back into him once more with every thrust of my loins.

Then it became too much stimulation. I pounded him so hard I was sure I would have bruises. The bear grunted and growled with each painful thrust. Suddenly I felt something wet and warm between our stomachs... the bear had just cum from my fucking. I was beginning to see stars before my eyes as I to was nearing my end. With his oversized bear ass providing me with such sweet feelings I didn't want it to end, but I pulled out of him and told him to roll over. He grunted and complied.

Broad bear ass and stubby tail in view I lifted his tail out of the way and looked at his tail hole. It looked to tender, swollen, and abused. Below his hole was a thick leather ball sack and his still small sized bearhood. I had only one goal in mind and I sheathed my cock back up his tail hole getting a deep grunt of discomfort from the bear below me. This was it, I thrust as hard as I could up into him.

Three....grunt..

Four...grunt.....

Five deep ball busting thrusts and I released my seed into the beast. I pulled the dense fur on his back as I ground as deeply as I could. The bear buried his large head into the large stack of pillows and gave a deep muted roar.

Finally, both spent and exhausted, we collapsed into a pile. Both panting hard, my Uncle was the first to break the silence.

"I guess there is something else I have to talk to you about as well. "he said softy, his voice rough and oddly distorted by his muzzle.

*******

After a long rest Bear was able to change back into a human again. Lucky for us my dad was not home. Uncle Bear sat at the table in the kitchen eating a couple of sandwiches, turning into a bear and our rough fuck session seemed to make him very hungry. We talked as he ate. He told me how just after he entered the marines he was doing some survival training in the woods of Alaska. While out on training he was attacked by a big bear and was mauled and bitten by it. Bleeding and alone he struggled to get help. As he made his way towards town his wounds had started to heal up and he did not have a scratch on his person after the 3 days it took him to get back. Then over the next year he grew bigger and stronger. He discovered that at times of extreme stress or emotions he would change into that beast.

We also talked about how rough and aroused I had become during our sex play. That we could not explain very easy. But we did agree to continue our fucking around. Just had to be careful and not let anyone discover our secret. Bear was happy to become the bottom in our sessions and I was happy to be the top guy. I was excited by this turn of events, how many teenagers get a hot hairy biker bear to fuck as much as he wanted.

Uncle Bear was happy to. He felt bad because dad did not want to let him chip in anything to help out around the house. Bear felt like a sponge and a deadbeat, but it helped him to think I was taking payment for him staying with us out of his ass as he put it.