Trophy Cub - 15. Learning to Love Again

Mike and Gunnar cuddled under a blanket on the couch in the living room, enjoying the fire in the fireplace. It was mid-November, Mike had been with Gunnar and Thomas for about two weeks now, and it was just another two weeks until the beginning of the holiday season.

Gunnar had informed Joshua that they would be staying at the house at least through the New Year and they would decide on what to do after the holidays, depending on whether Mike had made his choice by then or not. After the first few days in the lake house, Mike was feeling back to his normal self, and he insisted on letting Gunnar have his bed in the master bedroom back again, moving into the guest room across the hall from Thomas.

They were planning a special Thanksgiving celebration in two weeks. The She-Wolves were going to be coming back up to Sturgeon Bay to stay for the long holiday weekend, and they had also invited Joshua over for Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday.

Tonight, Thomas had gone to bed early, starting to feel a bit of the urge to hibernate as the days grew shorter and colder. Mike and Gunnar enjoyed a cuddle together on the couch, and Mike was telling Gunnar more about what his life was like before being kidnapped by the wolves. He didn’t really have any close family to go back home to, and all his former friends must have assumed that he was dead by now.

“Gunnar, did I tell you what I was doing the night I was captured by Kane?” Mike asked.

“No, you haven’t actually brought that up yet,” Gunnar said. “I figured that you would tell me when you were ready.”

“I was at a gay bar in Milwaukee,” Mike began. “It was Bear Night at the bar. That’s the night I usually like to go, because on the other nights, the place was usually full of twinks, and that’s not my ‘type’ you know?”

Gunnar nodded, and Mike continued.

“But whenever I went, I always hid over by one end of the bar because even though looking at those big, hairy, muscley guys turned me on, I knew that I wasn’t in their league. I’m short, not very hairy, and not very muscular. So, I’d just watch and fantasize. I kept telling myself that one day, I was going to see a guy in the bar, and he was going to be ‘Mr. Right’ you know? And when Mr. Right saw me back in my corner he would come walking over and tell me that I was the cutest, handsomest, hottest cub that he’d ever seen, and then he would tell me that I was his ‘trophy cub’. Most nights when I went to the bar, by closing time all the hot guys would have already found someone to take home, and I’d end up going home with one of the leftovers, just so I didn’t have to be alone again for another night.

“But then, the last time I was at the bar, Kane was there too. He stared at me from across the room, and I was trying to figure out why this guy who looked like a walking sex-machine was looking at me when there was a whole bar full of guys way hotter than me. He came over and talked to me. He told me that I was the hot and sexy one in the bar, not the rest of those guys, and he bought me a drink. I was excited and flattered for a couple minutes until he forced me onto my knees and made me suck him off right there in the bar. Then, his Beta and Enforcer kept me from leaving and drugged me. The next thing I knew, I was in that room where you found me, and that little room was my home for over a year.

“All that happened because I was chasing some fantasy that the man of my dreams was going to find me in a bar and whisk me away to my happily-ever-after.

“Pretty stupid, right?” Mike finished, fiddling with the blanket fringe with his fingers.

“Mike, I don’t think that’s stupid at all,” Gunnar replied, softly. “You are a hot and handsome man, and anybody who can’t see that wouldn’t be your Mr. Right anyway.”

“I mean, if anybody I’ve ever met in my life was going to be my Mr. Right,” Mike said, his voice trembling with nerves, “It would be you, Gunnar. You’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen and it’s like you were created out of a fantasy from inside my head. Funny thing is, you did find me in a bar, and you tried to whisk me away back then, but I was brainwashed by the pack and was too ashamed that you found me spread-eagle in a sling being gang-banged by a bunch of wolves.

“I mean, who would want to have a nasty cum-stained pack whore for their Trophy Cub anyway? I’m like a Kleenex that somebody blew their nose in and then crumpled it up into a ball and threw it on the floor. I’m too dirty and used-up for anybody to ever love me now.”

“Mike, look at me,” Gunnar said.

Mike turned his head and met Gunnar’s gaze with a sad look on his face, fearing that he’d said too much and that he’d ruined everything.

“Mike, what those wolves did to you makes me angry at them, but it doesn’t change the way that I feel about you. I knew as soon as I saw your eyes and face for the first time in that backroom that I could very easily fall in love with you. I still feel that way now; every day that we spend together I fall in love with you a little more, but Mike, I’m afraid.”

“Afraid?” Mike said softly, “Afraid of me?”

“I’m afraid to fall in love again. I’ve only ever really loved one man before in my life. I’m afraid to give my heart to you completely only to have you decide not to become a werebear. It’s your choice, and I can’t force it on you. If you choose not to do it, I’ll still love you Mike, but our relationship would have to be like mine is with Joshua. I wouldn’t be able to bear being with you every day watching you grow older and older while I stayed the same. I would have to leave you so you could find happiness with another human, just like Joshua did.

“Nothing in the world would make me happier than to be your Papa and have you for my Cub, but don’t make lust or puppy-love over me be the only reason you choose to become a werebear. I need you to decide with your heart and your head, okay?”

“Okay, Gunnar,” Mike said. “While I’m deciding, would it be all right for you and me to… make love? You can do that without biting me and changing me, right? I’ve just been… abused so many times for so long with no meaning or joy or happiness to it, that I need to remind myself what it feels like to be made love to by a good man like you.”

“Are you sure?” Gunnar asked. “Are you fully healed up? I mean, I’m kind of big, and I don’t want to hurt you…”

“I might as well get used to it now if I’m going to end up being with you for the next thousand years,” Mike said with a little smile.

“Yeah, but if you decide to be changed, you’ll have a new werebear body that can handle a big ol’ bear like me,” Gunnar explained, “But there’s nothing in the world that I want more than to make love to you tonight, Mike. I promise to be extra gentle.”

Gunnar led Mike up the stairs to the master bedroom. There were already fresh logs in the fireplace, and Gunnar took a minute to light the fire. As it caught it filled the room with a flickering light, and he turned to find Mike sitting on the bed, watching him with an adoring smile on his face.

Gunnar pulled his t-shirt over his head slowly, first exposing his hairy belly, hard muscle with a soft layer of padding. As he continued pulling his shirt up, he gave Mike a view of his broad chest with strong, massive pectoral muscles and brown eraser-like nipples poking out through the pelt of chestnut hair. Finally, the shirt came off over his head, and exposed his massive biceps and wide shoulders, both covered with a fine layer of the same chestnut hair.

He hooked his thumbs in the waist of his shorts and slid them down to his ankles in one motion, stepping out of them, and then standing back up slowly to allow Mike to admire his body.

Mike stood up from the edge of the bed and stepped over to Gunnar. He ran his hands across the big man’s chest and then slid them downward to grasp Gunnar’s cock and cup his heavy balls. Gunnar hadn’t exaggerated, he was a big ol’ bear, and Mike could not join his fingers around the width of him as he slowly began to stroke, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the moist head.

Gunnar began to pull Mike’s shirt up his torso, forcing Mike to let go of him as the shirt came up over his head and off of his arms. Gunnar then placed his hands under Mike’s rear, picked him up, and gently laid him on the bed on his back with his legs hanging over the end. Once Mike was laid down, he grabbed a handful of the fabric of the shorts covering Mike’s ass in each paw, and pulled them completely off, tossing them in the corner with Mike’s shirt.

Despite the warmth of the fire, Mike still gave an involuntary shiver as he lay on the bed, naked in front of the big man that he adored.

Gunnar sank to his knees at the end of the bed and engulfed Mike’s rigid cock into his mouth with one motion, bobbing his head up and down the shaft, and kneading Mike’s balls with his hand. It had been a long time since anyone had done anything remotely pleasurable to Mike, and it seemed like an eternity since he had last found his own release. As Gunnar worked on sucking Mike’s cock with all the skill and care that he possessed, Mike closed his eyes, ran his hands through Gunnar’s hair and simply moaned. It didn’t take long before his whole body began to jerk, and he pumped a long overdue load into Gunnar’s willing mouth.

Gunnar grinned as Mike lay panting on his back with his legs limply hanging off the bed and his beautiful penis beginning to droop. He climbed up onto the bed with him and pulled Mike up until his head was laying on the pillows. He positioned his upper body over Mike, holding himself in a plank position on his elbows, and then slowly lowered his head to Mike’s, kissing him deeply.

Mike could taste the last remnants of his semen on Gunnar’s tongue as it snaked into his mouth. He put his hands behind Gunnar’s head, and pulled him in even closer, kissing him back with a fiery intensity. Gunnar’s large erection ground against his thighs and pressed into his balls as they kissed, causing Mike’s own cock to rise to attention once again.

Gunnar finally broke their kiss and reached into the drawer in the nightstand getting out a bottle of lubricant.

“Oh, God,” Mike said, “Lube! I’ve really missed lube this last year and a half!”

Gunnar grinned and slicked up his fingers. He leaned over and began kissing Mike again intensely, but at the same time began rubbing his hole with his slick fingers. Mike moaned into Gunnar’s mouth and spread his legs a little bit to grant better access.

Gunnar slipped one finger inside and felt for Mike’s prostate. Rubbing against the spot with the tip of his finger, Mike began to pant heavily, and then ejaculated a thick stream of semen up and across his chest. Gunnar pulled his finger out of Mike’s ass and added Mike’s slick cum to his already slippery fingers. Returning to Mike’s hole, he penetrated him again with two fingers.

Gunnar took his time, slowly working Mike’s sensitive anus with three and then four fingers, stretching it until he was confident that the young human would be able to handle his girth.

He picked up the bottle of lube and slicked up his long and very thick cock.

“Are you ready for it?” Gunnar asked.

“Oh yes, Gunnar,” Mike moaned, “Please, give it to me now!”

Gunnar put Mike’s legs against his shoulders, lined up the head of his cock, and then slowly allowed himself to sink, inch by inch into the depths of Mike’s tunnel. When his heavy balls pressed against Mike’s ass cheeks, he knew that he had bottomed out.

“Oh, yes!” Mike cried. “Fuck me Papa Bear! Fuck your cub good!”

Encouraged by Mike’s dirty talk and thrilled that Mike had called him “Papa”, Gunnar began to pump in and out of Mike’s ass drawing back to the head and then plunging back all the way in balls-deep on each thrust.

Lost in ecstasy together, Gunnar leaned forward and kissed Mike again deeply as he thrust in and out. As Gunnar’s padded and hairy stomach rubbed against Mike’s hard cock, Mike shouted and climaxed for a third time. Mike’s contractions squeezed Gunnar’s thick cock, and the bear bellowed loudly enough to rattle the windows as he came in Mike’s ass, pumping a massive load deeply inside of him.

Gunnar released Mike’s legs, and they both snuggled down into the soft bed on their sides, Gunnar spooning up against Mike’s back. Not even caring that they were both still sticky with their spent seed, Gunnar wrapped his arm tightly around Mike, and they quickly fell fast asleep.

****

In the guest bedroom, Thomas sat up in bed, startled awake by Gunnar’s tremendous roar. Knowing that roar well, he grinned to himself and laid back down.

“Good for you, old bear.”

****

Gunnar sat on the stone patio in one of the Adirondack chairs, looking out at the lake. The sky was a brilliant orange and the lake a vibrant sapphire blue. Pink clouds floated over the water toward the horizon, and deep purple trees waved back and forth in a breeze that Gunnar couldn’t feel.

He heard the kitchen door open behind him. Nils walked around the other chair, naked, and sat down. Nils looked just like Gunnar remembered. His sandy hair and beard were neatly combed, and his entire body covered in a coat of blonde fur. His thick cock drooped between his legs, the hooded head hanging down below his heavy sack.

“It’s good to see you again, Gunnar,” Nils said, staring out at the blue water.

“Is this a dream,” Gunnar asked, “Or is this real?”

“Why can’t it be both?” Nils answered him. “I may be the real Nils, or I may just be the memory of Nils to which you continue to cling like a suckling cub. Either way, I have something to say, and it’s something that you need to hear.”

“Okay,” Gunnar said, “I’m ready.”

“Gunnar, you can’t allow the memory of me to keep you from falling in love again. Your life is not meant to be an endless loop, reliving the memories of me over and over for eternity. For the last fifteen years, all you have talked about to others were stories of your time with me, and you have failed to make any worthwhile new memories of your own.

“Now, you have finally taken the first steps to begin to live the life of adventure that you deserve, and you have found a worthy Cub to fill the emptiness in your heart, but you are afraid that if you love him too much that you will be betraying my memory.”

“I can’t forget you, Papa! I never will!” Gunnar sobbed.

“You don’t have to forget me,” Nils replied, “Just move on. Allow my spirit to go and open your heart fully to your new Cub. This is how you will honor my memory.”

“I understand Papa. I do love him.”

“I know you do my Cub. Love him with all your heart for many, many years to come. You have my blessing.”

Nils looked over at Gunnar with his ocean-blue eyes and smiled. Gunnar smiled back and reached over to touch Nils’s hand, but Nils slowly began to fade until he vanished into a whisp of mist that floated out over the lake to join the pink clouds.

****

Gunnar woke from his dream with a start. The fire still crackled in the fireplace and cast a warm glow across the room. Mike whimpered slightly in his sleep and scooted back against Gunnar’s warm chest.

Gunnar smiled and kissed his new cub on the back of his head.

“Thank you, Papa, for your blessing. I will work hard to give my cub the same wonderful life that you have given me.”