Steve and Rick were both now filled with bear-seed and beginning their changes.
Jack, Max and Ross backed away from the now strawberry blond Rick and I kissed the heavily tattooed Steve one last time before turning him around to view his buddy. The two looked at each other's changing bodies with lust and moved toward each other.
It wasn't long before the pair were locking their growing muzzles together and rubbing their slick cocks against each other.
Rick growled, "I wanna fuck!"
Steve licked his buddy's muzzle then looked Rick in the eye, "I'm all yours bro'"
He lay on the carpet, face up, his body covered in thick bear fur and spread for Rick to take him.
Rick needed no further invitation and pushed his cock into Steve's slick hole.
The other bears and I gathered round and watched as the biker bears began to mate. We watched they became less and less human, listening, watching their ecstatic ursine coupling.
Of course, the heady scent of male breeding made us all horny again. We began to stroke ourselves, occasionally reaching over and playing with one another, but our loads were destined to shower down on the pair on the floor. Ross and Jack were tongue wrestling as they stroked. Unc had his big furry arm around my shoulder, my hand playing with his stubby tail as we jacked ourselves.
Just before Rick reached climax, Max tensed up. There was almost an electric current that ran through him and through the air because when he roared, shooting thick ropes of hot white bear-seed all over the furry couple, the three of us reached climax.
Seeing, feeling my uncle shoot set me and the others off. It was as if because he, because he was the 'Papa', could lead and coordinate our own orgasms so that we were all nearly synchronous.
As the warm white rain fell on the bikers, the 'orgasmic current' set Rick off which in turn caused Steve to shoot his very first werebear seed all over Rick's chest.
Soon, we were all lying on top of or beside the furry couple. Our long bear tongues lapping at them, cleaning them and each other.
The room was pungently musky with scent of bearsex, but within the hour we were back in human shape and showering off. Rick was a big man now, beautiful full red-gold beard which, after he showered, he trimmed so that his mustache was more prominent than his beard, reflecting his former 'look'. His moustache was longer and fuller and wider than it had been.
"It was sort of the look I was going for, I got tired of shaving." Rick said after finishing up with the beard trimmer.
Steve had a full short beard. Until now he kept himself clean shaved and at most would have a couple days of stubble on his face after a long ride "I think I wanna grow it long." He said looking in the mirror, "Like ZZTop. Full long beard like some of the bros." He said stroking his furry cheeks, "Like Rotten Ron."
Rick laughed, "You wanna grow your hair out to past your butt like him too?"
"Sure! Why the Hell not?" Steve said examining his furry tattooed arms, flexing the new muscles.
Rick looking at his buddies tats looked at his own and said, "It's been awhile. Think' I wanna fill that skin on my shoulder I've been savin' with a bear. Just the face, roarin' or snarlin' or somethin'. Think Pete could do that?"
Steve laughed, "Fuck yeah! Pete's the fuckin' God of Ink! No one's better."
We'd all showered, except for Unc and he was just finishing up while the discussion about long hair and beards was going on. When he'd finished dressing, giving Jack a lingering kiss after doing so he said, "Let's go out an' have some fun! It's early evenin', let's see who we can entice back to our den and include in our little circle of Bears! Any of you cubs got suggestions?"
Jack spoke in his deep rumbling bass, "There's the Bear Pit, it's a bear bar over in Saint James Falls, right over there off highway 156 on Live Oak Road."
"Or the truck stop by exit 53." Rick said as he lit up a fat cigar. "I know there are some big burly truckers just happy to give skull. I've got sucked off a few times there."
"Those are good possibilities." Max said. "Anything else?"
"Well," I spoke up, "we could split into teams of two and find guys willing to come back here. There might be a couple of guys me and Jack could persuade."
Max wrinkled his nose, "Nah, I want this to be a family activity." He said patting Steve on the back. "We go on the prowl as a group!" He chuckled.
"Say, Rick, you got a spare cigar for me? It's been years since I've had one and smelling that has me wanting it."
"Sure thing Pop!" Rick said handing one to Max.
"You boys ready to hit the road?" he said after lighting up.
There was agreement all around. As we headed out the door we paired up. Jack and Max got in his truck. Ross and I hopped in Jack's van and Steve and Rick of course were our 'motorcade' out in front. This was going to be fun!