The Storytelling of Del'an

Author's Note: I decided to write a short one-shot again about Grant, and Vince – involving Piercings (which takes place a little bit after the events of Grizzly Science #2) Here ya go. ;) A mild warning: Quite a bit of suggestive content and dialogue, although there's no explicit nudity described. "Piercings" Grant sipped at his drink, while cuddled up with Vince, as they watched two men in underwear wrestle each other on a slippery plastic mat. They were also in shorts, and nothing else at a Underbear party. Some of the beefier men went nude to his private delight. There was nothing better than seeing near-naked men strut their stuff. Well, except for having Vince with him. Brent was gone out of town again for work, and he thought it was a perfect chance to introduce him to a few other people. 

Author's Note: Thanks to Bill for helping me muddle through the sex scene... and Galen for his invaluable help by proofreading this! :) Warning: A bit more sexual going ons this chapter :) Enjoy. Chapter 14 Brent was puttering around in the kitchen, and setting three bowls on the counter. He scooped a big helping of ice cream into each bowl, and hummed to himself quietly. He glanced at the TV from the kitchen, and shook his head with a small smile. Vince was watching a "Doctor Who" Special on TV that he also liked to watch occasionally from their DVD collection. Looks like we might have something else in common... Licking some melted ice cream off his finger, Brent reached into the drawer for the spoons with his free hand, and plunked one in each bowl. With that done, he put the ice cream back into the lower freezer of the refrigerator.

Chapter 9 Vince was idly fingering Grant's stomach fur, and feeling supremely comfortable. He had listened in amazement to the big bear's story on meeting Brent. No wonder Grant seemed to be insatiable -- it was the nanites that were running around inside his body. "And I wondered how you had so much stamina... despite...er, well, your age." Grant chuckled mischievously, and turned to put his cigar out in the ashtray on the nightstand. "Well, I probably could keep up even without these things inside me, given the shape I'm in..." He turned back then gently rubbed Vince's hand; he then pushed it lower onto his crotch and growled. "Rub it."

Author's Note: Sorry for being a few days late – I was way too exhausted the other night to get up the energy to post this. Hope everyone enjoys this! (Apparently Blogger was having issues the other night) Warning: Explicit Sexual Situations ahead.

Chapter 11 Brent awoke gradually, not recognizing the place immediately. The first thing he registered was large furry arms were encircled around his chest. His mind was still fuzzy from sleepiness, and warm memories of the night washed over him. He faintly recalled sleeping with Grant, and his mind leaped into full awareness. Ordinarily he'd scramble out of bed realizing he'd done something horribly wrong, but this time -- he felt perfectly safe. There was a strange rightness about all of this. He never wanted to budge from this spot. He let Grant's heat seep into his body, warming his entire being. He felt the urge to piss. He mentally scowled in irritation. His bladder just had to pick this time to complain.

Warnings: Implicit Sex Incoming!  Chapter 10 Grant knelt over Brent, with his hands supporting his upper half on the bed, panting lightly, and covered with slightly sweat-sodden fur. They had been making out and exploring each other for what seemed an eternity, but in actuality only about a half hour passed.

Chapter 9 Grant suddenly broke his grip, facing away from Brent, and feeling dread well up inside him. "Oh. Umm... what colors?" Brent cocked his head slightly to his right, with a curious expression. "Um...a very nice golden rim around the outside edge of your iris of both eyes, and when they change -- your irises change to a sort of blueish gold." He stepped closer, reaching out with his hand. "Why? What's wrong?"

"Flipping Out" (A Society of Weres Story) written by Gryphbear Chapter 10 Shawn was nuzzling Matt's neck - gently at first, then licking and biting softly. The taste of his lover's sweat was increasing his passion, making him grind against Matt with more insistence. Stilling his grinding movements with a little effort, he then trailed his lips up Matt's cheek to recapture his lips. He knew he could last at least three or four more times, due to his Were stamina. He wanted it to be more romantic this time. Matt shivered in pleasure, caressing Shawn's sides, and holding him closer. The smell and feel of the sexy beast on top of him was making him light-headed with euphoria. His hands crept further down to cup Shawn's rounded cheeks then squeezed. His tail felt a bit cramped under him. The candles continued to hover without their knowledge, along with all of books that were on the top level of a bookshelf.

"Flipping Out" (A Society of Weres Story) written by Gryphbear Chapter 7 Matt groaned as Shawn playfully nibbled on his earlobe, traveling down his neck. Matt knew exactly what Shawn wanted -- the forceful grinding at his butt was an obvious hint. He wanted it too, but his reservations were being slowly worn down. Matt's lust flooded through Shawn's nose, making him growl hungrily, and tugged at Matt's jeans impatiently. He pulled back with a grunt, and messed with Matt's zipper, and growled as it didn't cooperate. Matt scooted backwards, and undid them, then did his best to wriggle out of them. Shawn helped get them the rest of the way off, then got off the bed.