Giddy and the Three Bears
The wind picked up and Gideon held his duffle bag closer. It was getting late and darkness made the city seem dangerous. Coming from the country, Gideon was out of his comfort zone, but he had no choice. His father had thrown him out and he wasn’t going back.
Gideon’s mother took off when he was five, and his father started drinking. The old man seemed to blame him, and punished him constantly. Gideon escaped in fantasy books and pretended he was in every fairy tale.
When Gideon grew older and came out of the closet, it only made things worse between him and his father. He did odd jobs and saved the money for the day he could leave. Gideon didn’t have much. It took every penny to buy a bus ticket out of town. He’d heard there were more opportunities in the big city. Maybe he’d find his own fairy tale ending there.
But, the world was a cruel place. On his first night in town, Gideon went to a homeless shelter. A staff member looked through his bag for weapons and drugs before checking him in. The place was packed. Long lines were forming for meals and the bathroom. Gideon slept in a large room surrounded by other men on cots. He woke in the middle of the night to find a gaunt man with crooked yellow teeth going through his duffle. Gideon chased him off and spent the rest of the night guarding his few possessions.
Gideon vowed he wouldn’t spend another night in that terrible place. Before he left, an older man suggested that a good-looking twink could make a lot of money in this town. Gideon didn’t know what that meant, so he asked.
The man laughed. “Did you ever eat a Twinkie? You know those pastries that are blond on the outside and creamy inside.”
Gideon’s face heated, but he knew he fit the description. Slight of build, with blond hair and blue eyes, he looked much younger than his age. He was no virgin, and he needed a better place to stay. If exchanging sex for money was his only option, so be it.
But there’d been a lot of boys on the streets, and so far Gideon hadn’t made a dime. He stopped to look in the window of a leather shop. His eyes lit up. If only he could smell the jackets, leather cuffs, and floggers. His fingers itched to caress the black leather slave collar in the front. Thinking about wearing it made his dick hard. Gideon had his fantasies, but no money, and no man to explore them with.
A clap of thunder pulled Gideon back to reality. A raindrop landed on his nose. Prospects were dim and he didn’t fancy sleeping in a wet alley. There was no happy ending in sight. Sighing, he turned toward the shelter and picked up his pace. If he didn’t get moving there’d be no room for him.
The streets were empty but Gideon had the eerie feeling he was being watched. An uneasy feeling crept up his spine. He scanned the street. Only one car, but it slowed and pulled up alongside him. There were three men inside. The man in the back seat poked his head out the window. “Need a ride?”
Scared, Gideon hesitated. There were three of them, and only one of him. But he did need to get to the shelter. “How far are you going?”
The man grinned. “As far as you want.”
Is this about sex? Well isn’t that why I’m out here? Gideon needed the money and the guy leaning out the window was just his type, black-haired and bearded. He ran over to the car and got in the back.
The bearded dude was smoking hot. In fact, all three men were dark, and beefy bears, just the way Gideon liked them. Three pair of eyes focused on Gideon. His balls started throbbing. This job would not be a hardship.
The dark stud sitting next to Gideon smiled. “My name is Tom.” He pointed to his buddies. “The ginger driving, that’s Dick. And Harry is riding shotgun.”
“Tom, Dick, and Harry? No way.”
“Yeah, fraid it’s true. It would be really cheesy if those weren’t our real names. We’ve been friends and lovers since we met in a leather bar. We share a house now. We’re family.”
“You guys are so lucky.”
“We know it. You gonna tell us your name?”
“Well, you sure make me giddy, a cute little thing like you.”
Gideon felt a little lightheaded himself. Just a few minutes ago, he’d been cold and lonely, but now he was in a warm car with three hot bears, and he could practically smell arousal coming off all of them. Their attention, even if it was only about sex, made him feel better. Maybe he should talk business before he got carried away. “We should talk. I mean, what do you want? How much—”
Tom put a hand up. “Whoa! Hold on, little Giddy. We don’t pay for sex.”
“What?” Gideon’s face fell. “I thought… I need…” They don’t like me after all. “Can you give me a ride to the shelter?”
“That shithole. No. Absolutely not. We have an extra room and you’re welcome to it.”
Gideon’s jaw dropped. He wasn’t used to people being nice without wanting something in return.
“My buddies up front helped me out when I needed it. We want to do the same for you. No strings attached”
Gideon was overwhelmed with gratitude. He didn’t have one person who gave a damn about him and now it looked like he had three. All he ever wanted was to feel wanted, even if only for a night. He accepted their offer.
Dick made dinner. Giddy helped clean up. Then Tom, Dick, and Harry cleaned him up. Their shower was big enough for four. They stripped down, and then undressed Giddy. Things heated up in the shower, but it was just fooling around. The water turned cold and bears toweled Giddy dry. They carried him into the bedroom, and tucked him in. Then they turned to leave.
Giddy stopped them. “I don’t want to be alone. Would you sleep in my bed?”
“Are you sure,” Tom asked.
Tom sat next to him. He started at Giddy’s toes, and then kissed his way up Giddy’s leg. Now Dick was caressing him too. Harry cupped his cheek. Six hands on him at the same time made Giddy tremble with pleasure.
“Giddy, you are so damn cute.”
“I’d love to put a ring on this pretty dick.”
“You’d look so sexy with a leather collar around your neck.
Their words made Giddy even hotter. He gasped as Tom licked a path to his balls. Harry rubbed his stubbled jaw along Giddy’s thigh.
Giddy’s toes curled. “Oh. My. God.”
"Does that feel good, Giddy?" Harry asked.
"It feels amazing." Giddy’s prick swelled and leaked.
Tom moaned. “Oh yes, I want to suck on that baby.”
Tom rolled on his back and Giddy straddled him. Then Tom took Giddy’s cock into his mouth and hummed around it, while he sucked.
“I love watching Tom suck your cock,” Harry said. “But, I’d really like to fuck you, Giddy.”
“God, yes. Fuck me, Harry!”
Dick tossed condoms and lube on the bed. Tom reached around and spread Giddy’s ass for Harry. Giddy squealed as Harry pushed a slippery finger inside him.
“You okay,” Harry asked, his voice deep.
“Yes. Do it.”
Harry removed his fingers and guided his cock home. Giddy moaned as Harry thrust in and out.
Dick climbed on the bed, his big cock rubbing along Giddy’s cheek. Giddy couldn’t help turning and licking the plump head like a lollypop. Dick threaded his fingers in Giddy’s curls and urged him on. Giddy started sucking.
Oh God, I’m in heaven. Giddy’s balls throbbed and his prick was about to spurt down Tom’s throat. He sucked harder on Dick’s cock. Behind him, Harry started pumping for real. One after the other, they came. First Giddy, then Dick, then Harry. Even Tom shot his load.
They all collapsed on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Voices murmured endearments in Giddy’s ears. “So good. So pretty. So hot. Love you.”
Dick rubbed a hand through Giddy’s curls. “The extra room is yours as long as you want it, Giddy.”
Of course, he wanted it. But Giddy didn’t want charity. “I don’t have a job.”
“You will, baby.” Tom kissed him. “Meanwhile, you can take care of the house.”
“And us,” Harry added. “You’re part of the family, baby.”
“Our cub,” Dick added.
Happier than he’d ever been before, Giddy curled up between them. Fairy tales did come true.
When Quinn Hart’s best friend died, he became guardian to the man’s ten-year- old son, Noah Stone. So far, Quinn has been able to conceal the growing attraction he feels for Noah, but now Noah is twenty-two and returning home from college. Honor still holds Quinn back from revealing his true feelings. Their community of bear shifters consider reproduction a priority, and Quinn fears they would never accept a homosexual relationship.
Noah has always hidden his romantic feelings for his guardian, but now he’s a man, and his desire is stronger than ever. Unable to handle his feelings, Noah leaves Oregon for a position in a research facility. But when Noah arrives in New York, he discovers his employer is harvesting bear bile and he’s the new source.
Quinn is determined to find Noah. But can he admit what he really wants before it’s too late?
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Home. Noah had forgotten how much he missed the endless expanse of lush green landscape and the sparkling river. And the trees. Especially the trees. When the leaves whispered in the wind, it made Noah’s heart ache. Whoever had named their small town knew that trees were sanctuaries.
But for all that, home wasn’t a place, it was a person—Quinn. Noah could live anywhere with Quinn. But a life with Quinn was as likely as a sharknado ripping through Sanctuary.
Noah moved away from the window and gazed at his reflection. The mirror was wall mounted and speckled in places. The frame matched the wood dresser beneath it. A handknitted brown and tan spread covered the crude pine bed. The room had been decorated on a meager budget, but it was warm and comforting because Quinn had handcrafted all the furniture himself.
Noah’s bedroom hadn’t changed since he was a kid. Yesterday, when he’d first stepped through the door, he’d felt the walls close in on him. As a kid, this room seemed huge, but now that he was a man, he could see how small it really was. It felt surreal like turning back the clock, but not in a bad way. If only he could—
“Where’s the man of the hour?”
The sound of loud voices traveled up the stairs. More guests had arrived for the party. The community was small, but when everyone attended an event, it could be overwhelming. Noah checked his image in the mirror again. He’d already changed shirts several times, and he still wasn’t sure that he liked the blue chambray shirt he’d put on with his khakis. Why am I making such a big deal out of this? He felt like Marcus primping for one of those stupid frat parties. What difference did it make what color shirt he wore? Stop stalling, he told himself. You can’t stay in your room forever.
Noah stood at the top of the stairs. Below, friends and neighbors were chatting excitedly. Noah had nothing to say to them. He would disappoint them. Anxiety made his stomach churn.
Enough is enough. Quinn lost his patience. Noah wasn’t a surly teenager anymore. He could manage a yes or no. Maybe a shower would wake him up. Quinn yanked off Noah’s shoes and socks before he could protest. “Noah, stand up. You’re getting a shower, then off to bed.”
Noah’s head slumped as he shook it.
“Sorry, boy, you stink.” Quinn pulled Noah off the toilet seat and got him in a standing position leaning against the wall. He struggled with the zipper on Noah’s khakis.
Noah tried to push him away. “Get the fuck off me, Quinn.”
“Suddenly you can talk?”
“I mean it. Get off.”
“Or what, smartass?” Quinn yanked Noah’s pants down. “I can still give you a good spanking.”
“You can try.”
“Maybe I will.” Quinn tossed the pants aside, and Noah stood there in his gray boxer briefs. They were snug and revealed a considerable bulge. Quinn looked up at Noah. His eyes were closed, and he was biting his lip as he banged his head against the tiles. He looked like he was in pain. Quinn yanked down the briefs. Noah’s erection was spectacular. “Damn. Becca left you with blue balls.”
Noah growled and muttered under his breath. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Bears were easily aroused, but the boy had to be horny as hell if he still had an erection like that after all the liquor he’d consumed. No wonder he’s an angry bear. “You must be hurting, boy. Better get rid of that built-up sex juice in the shower.”
Noah’s pale face turned beet red. “I’m okay.”
“The hell you are.” Quinn clenched his teeth, ignored his own stiffening cock, and helped Noah off with his shirt. “Stay there.”
Quinn undressed quickly, turned on the shower and helped Noah get under the spray. Noah slipped, and Quinn steadied him. They were so close, their stiff cocks rubbed. Noah’s eyes went wide.
Quinn froze for a second, then he mumbled. “Sorry, boy.”
A silent Noah turned around and put his palms up against the tiled wall. His arms and legs were spread as if he were waiting to be frisked. The power of the bear was evident in Noah’s shoulders and back. Quinn ached for him. He wanted to touch all that smooth, perfect skin, penetrate that magnificent ass, and jerk every last drop of cum from Noah’s dick.
Dear god, what am I thinking? It took every bit of Quinn’s willpower to brush aside those thoughts. “Hang on, Noah. You can take care of business while I give you a quick wash.”
Author Bio and Links
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.