A Bear and a Boy

by timbo

2 Mar 2018 11053 readers Score 9.0 (95 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Spring is coming. I can feel it! On such a beautiful day, I had to make the most of it. I had the day off and decided to go to the park after I finished my errands. I walked the six blocks from my apartment with my headphones in, half singing along aloud. I walked the paths around the lakes and through the trees, shielding the sun from my eyes to catch a glimpse of the Rockies along the horizon. Looking for somewhere to sit, I find a grassy mound and lay down. 

The sun was strong without a cloud in the sky, so I looked around, didn't see many people around me, and figured it was okay to shed some layers. I pulled my long sleeve shirt off and laid back down, feeling the cool, itchy blades of grass tickle my bare skin on my back and arms. I close my eyes and bask in the sunshine, listening to my music. The wind picked up not long after and sent chills down my back. I ran my hands over my bare chest and stomach, my fingers tracing through my tufts of chest hair and happy trail. My nipples get hard from the chill of the wind. Lightly tracing my skin with the soft tips of my fingers and feeling the wind on my skin made me a little horny, and being the adventurous 22 year old male that I am, I really wanted to take my long underwear off underneath my shorts. I began wondering how I could, if I could find some trees, or find a public facility even maybe. The thought got me going a little, and I felt my cock start to stiffen. 

Just then, I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin suddenly blocked. I open my eyes to the silhouette of a beast of a man holding a shirt. He says something but I can't hear with my head phones in. "What?" I ask, taking one out. "Is this yours?" he asked again, holding up a shirt. I reached  around on the ground around my person expecting to grab my shirt and say no this is my shirt, but he indeed had mine. "The wind blew it over there," he said, pointing and turning behind him. When he turned I got a good look at him instead of his shadowy outline with the sun behind him. Dark, scruffled hair with a thick but well kept beard that hid a strong jaw. His shoulders were broad and his chest was full of muscle, his t-shirt stretched on either side, cupping his pecs. His arms were muscular as well, and partly covered in a variety of ink. Realizing I was only staring and not saying anything, he chuckled to himself, "Okay, then" and turned to walk away, showing his sculpted butt. He took a few big steps away from me before I realized he was walking away from me. "H-hey, uh, er, wait?" I gathered myself and stood up. "Wait!" I said a little louder as he kept walking away. He turned his head halfway, spotting me in his peripherals, and turned his head back, continuing to walk away. I kept walking after him, sure that he saw and heard me. 

"That's mine shirt, bro!" I said once I caught up to him. He was a little shorter than me I saw now, but he had me beat in every other category. "Why didn't you stop?" Didn't you hear me?" He never stopped walking but he turned to me, "And how do I know this is yours?" "You asked if it was mine! Who else isn't wearing a shirt out here?" I ask, scanning the park, "it's mine mother fucker!" I was getting agitated. He smiled, showing off his thick lips and bright white teeth. "That's not a nice way to talk to someone who was trying to help," he says, still avoiding eye contact and still walking. "C'mon man, the wind is cold, give me my shirt back," I said, reaching for it. He yanked it out of my reach before I could snag it. "Yeah it sure looks cold," he chuckled. I reached again and he yanked it away again. Nearly losing my balance I grabbed his shoulder, feeling how thick and muscular it was. 

As frustrated as I was, I was equally curious. Was he doing this on purpose? Who did this guy think he was? Was he serious?? "Please give me my shirt back," I asked. He stopped. "You asked nicely, well done!" he reached out with the shirt only to yank it away again as I reached for it. "I'll give it back on one condition," he said. "Seriously?" C'mon man," I said reaching again. "Ah, ah, one condition." "What?" "You can't put it back on." 

"What?" I asked. "I'll give you the shirt but you can't put it back on," he repeated. I became intrigued, "And why is that?" "Because it would cover that happy trail of yours," he said without skipping a beat. I stopped in my tracks. This dude is hitting on me! Holy shit! He kept walking, not thinking a thing of it. I catch back up to him, "Fine," I say, biting my lip, "I'll leave it off." He glances at me and I roll my eyes. He smiles and tosses it at me. I continued walking by his side even though I had the shirt in my hand. My heart raced and I wondered where this guy was going, was I supposed to go with him? Should I leave? What do I ask? So many questions raced through my mind.. and blood began rushing through my cock too, as I felt it slowly stiffen, risen by the thought of going home with this bear of a man. 

Still silent after a few blocks, and without any warning, the guy turns off the sidewalk and begins up the steps leading to a brick building. I watch him jog up the steps, his butt bouncing a bit with each step underneath his loose shorts. He opens the front door and holds it open behind him, as if he was expecting someone to be behind him. He turns around and looks at me, standing at the bottom of the steps. He smiles and looks at the ground, "Are you coming?" he asked, leaning against the door frame. 

A million thoughts run through my mind before smirking and starting up the steps. What begins as a slow first few steps turned into a quick jog up the last several, eager to get to the top. Once at the top, I playfully tossed my shirt back into the guy's face and slid past him through the doorway. I jumped up the stairs inside the door, skipping the steps, with him right behind me. A few nervous sweat beads formed on my forehead as I reached the top. He slid past me and began down the hallway. It wasn't the nicest of places it seemed, but it wasn't the worst. He stopped at his door and promptly unlocked it and walked in. I stood in the hall for a second, wondering if I was going to really do this. I glanced inside his place to my surprise it was much nicer than the rest of the building. I figured if anything got weird I could easily leave. I walked through the doorway and closed the door behind me. 

His door entered into his kitchen and I leaned against the bar as I walked in. He stood across the kitchen from me, leaning against the counter. We stared at each other, and I felt his eyes scanning my bare torso and his wonder about whats under my shorts. His arms were crossed, and I stared at his thick arm muscles and his tattoos. After at least a minute of silent stares, I started to introduce myself "My name's Luc-" "I don't want to know your name," he interrupted me. "I don't want to know your name," he repeated in a softer voice, "I don't care about your name." A little taken back, I asked "What will you call me then?" He stared at me intently, pushed off the counter and walked towards me. "I'll call you boy." I smirked and looked at the ground, blushing. "Well, okay." He stood in front of me and ran his fingers through my blonde hair and down my jawline. I closed my eyes as he ran his fingers down my neck and into my tuft of chest hair. With his index finger he traced my happy trail down to my waistline and back up to my neck. "What do I call you then?" I asked softly. I could feel his breath on my skin, he was close. I felt the material of his shirt against my torso, then his beard against my bare cheek as he positioned his lips in my ear. "Daddy." 

With out a word he pushed my shorts off my waist and lifted me onto the counter, the cold granite chilled my skin through my long underwear. His mouth came into mine and we began to feverishly make out. His beard hair tickled my face as he pulled me closer into him. Our tongues wrestling one another in each others mouths, swapping spit and pulling the other closer into us. I was hard as rock suddenly, but tightly constricted in my long underwear. He pulled me closer as I wrapped my legs around his torso and he pulled me off the counter, him holding me. Our mouths never separating, he walked with me on him and before I knew it threw me onto the couch. "Take those off, boy" he said as he undid the tie on his shorts, a bulge forming underneath. "Yes sir," I said submissively with a smile. "Yes Daddy" he corrected me. "Yes Daddy," I repeated. He pulled his shorts and underwear to the ground and I struggled to get my tight long underwear off. He grabbed the ends of them at my ankles and with two aggressive pulls, yanked them off my legs, throwing me onto my back. I looked up to see his bare body, every sculpted muscle, every detail of ink, all the way down to his tree trunk of a cock that was standing straight out, pulsating. "Well go on boy!" he said as he wrapped his hand around my head and pulled me into him. The tip of his cock was so fat, I couldn't believe the rest of his cock was like that. He wasn't very long, maybe five and a half/six inches at most, but he was so thick it almost looked fake! I'd never seen a cock nearly as thick. He thrust into my mouth and made me gag. Thinking he would pull out, he thrust again, and again, until I was red in the face and gagging on his cock down my throat. "Careful Daddy" I said, before he shoved his cock back in my mouth. "Take that, boy!" he groaned, thrusting in and out.

He spun me over, forcing me on my knees and facing the back on the couch. I felt his lips kiss my smooth butt cheek before a sharp *slap* filled the room. "Oh fuck!" I yelped, trying to spin over. He grabbed me tightly by the waist with his left hand and cracked my ass again with his right. "Hey!!" I yelped again. He wound his arm up again, "wait!" I winced. *SLAP* again, "no!" I winced again, quietly. The pain was so sharp, and growing with each clap. "Please daddy, stop." I squeak, "please" I turn my head to face him, "please." He raises his hand and with one fell swoop *SLAP* again. "OW!" I yell and break his grip. I spin around and face him. "I said STOP!" I said aggressively looking into his eyes. Without a pause he bring his mouth to mine and barrels his tongue through my lips. I break the kiss, "You can't do that" I say very seriously, "that hurt!" He kissed me again. "That hurt what?" he said. He kissed me again. "That hurt, daddy" I squeaked as he pulled my body flesh against his, his cock jutting into mine. "Okay boy, I won't hurt you anymore," he said softly. 

He spun me around and I felt his hands on my ass cheeks again, I started to take a breath to tell him to stop again but I was overcome with bliss. I felt his beard on the tender skin of my cheeks just before his tongue literally penetrated my ass hole and tasted my insides. Without a word he spread my cheeks and dug right inside of me. I writhed in euphoria as his tongue dipped through my hole and back out, then back in, around, and out. "Oh daddy! Holy sh-, oh my g-, what-, ahhh, how-, oh fuck! I could barely speak I was overcome with such ecstasy. Bent over the back of the couch, I closed my eyes and let him ravage my hole with my tongue. I moaned and groaned as he made every nerve end in my body ring. "You taste good, boy" he said before digging back in. "Mm, you like that hole, daddy?" I asked. "Fuck yeah, boy" he groaned, "I want that hole," he spit on my hole and dug back in, "I want that hole so fucking bad, boy." I let him continue, pondering the possibilities presented.

"Take me, daddy" I moaned, his tongue sliding out of my hole, "fuck my hole." I felt him stand up and position himself against me. His warm, soft tip circled the edges of my hole. He traced his tip up my crack and down to my gooch. He pressed on my hole with his tip, teasing me. "You need a good breeding, boy," he said, "are you clean?" he asked as he let a thick wad of spit fall from his lips onto my hole. "Yes Daddyyy," I moan and turn my head to face him, "take me. Take me now please." Our eyes locked, and with the slightest push forward, my hole gave way and slid him inside. "Fuuuck!" I moan loudly. He was so thick that it hurt! He pulls out and spits on his thick cock. "Okay, boy," he says, "just breathe" he says softly as he slides in again. "Aaahhh! Daddy!" I moan, feeling the head of his cock snake its way into me. Slowly he pushed deeper, and deeper spreading my hole at least a few inches wide to fit his thick cock. He barely thrusts once he's in, letting me get used to his size. 

He begins to pull out and push back in, then he pulls out a little further, then back in a little deeper. Soon, I'm able to handle his full thrusts inside of me. "Yes, Daddy! YES!" I yell as he begins to thrust, gripping my hips tightly with his strong hands. "Ahhh yeah, boy! Take that cock! Take that, boy!" he grunted as he thrust. "ah - ah - Ah - Ah - AH - AH AH AH" I yelped with each thrust. He began to pump his cock into my ass at lightening speed, just destroying me. I couldn't make a sound, I couldn't let a peep out, I couldn't breathe! His cock was so fat it seemed like there was no room for air! He slowed down as much as I wanted him to never, ever, ever stop and pulled out of me. I could feel my hole gaping open, the air creeping into parts of me it hasn't before. 

"Over here, boy" I looked up, and saw him walking to a day bed beside a large bay window. I stood up and felt the beads of sweat trail down my back and torso, I was covered in sweat and had no idea. My ass gaping, I waddled over to him, my hard cock swinging and bouncing with every step. He pulled me into him and stuck my cock in his mouth. He sucked me off for a few minutes but I wanted him again. So bad.

I pulled out of his mouth and pushed him to lay down on the day bed. "I'm in charge now, Daddy" I smirked as I climbed on top of him, positioning his cock to slide into my wide open hole. I slowly lower myself onto his raw cock and he groans as I move to sit down on him, forcing his thick cock all the way inside me. His cock felt like it had even more girth with him laying down. Once I got used to it I started to ride him good. I placed my hands on his firm pecs and withed my hips back and forth, back and forth, around and around, and back and forth. His raw cock pushed my hole to its limits as we both moaned and groaned. We got a rhythm going and he grabbed my waist firmly as my hips rotated around his cock. "I'm in charge, Daddy," I said quietly as I controlled how fast he thrust, "I'm in charge." He smiled and then laughed, "You're in charge?" he asked. "Mhmm" I moaned, his hands squeezing tighter around my waist. "You're in charge?" He squeezed me tighter, almost to where it hurt my sides, and raised me up off of him slightly. His cock slid out of my ass and I reached to reposition him. Just then, "I'm in charge boy!" he raised his voice as he slammed his cock up inside of me, clenching all of my muscles in unison. "AH!" I yelp. He holds me by the waist and absolutely destroys me again, yelling how he is in charge. 

"I'm in charge boy!"

 "Yes, sir!" 

"Yes, what?"

 "YES, DADDY!"

"YES, DADDY, WHAT?"

"YES, YOU'RE IN CHARGE DADDY!"

He thrust upward as he pulled my body downward, and raised my body as he withdrew. Every thrust was his entire fat, thick, dripping, throbbing tree trunk of a cock piercing my hole (and possibly doing irreparable damage). My cock smacked against his abs with each thrust and my balls smashed against his pelvis. I couldn't make out words, only sounds, as he fucked the living daylights out of me. Then, out of absolutely no where, I felt my abs flex, my balls tighten, my thighs strained, my cock stiffened, "I'm cumming!!!" I yell just as I shoot a thick white stream of cum right into his beard, then another onto his neck, and another onto his chest, then his abs. They were the biggest streams of cum I've ever shot, or seen someone shoot, ever. My body was numb, I couldn't feel anything, I was floating, levitating above this beast of a man, or so I thought. "Ahhhh! Boyy!!!" he literally yelled as I covered him in my cum. "Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck" I moaned. He thrust into me at lightening speed again, so fast, so deep, so intense, with so much force. "AHHH BOYY!!!" he yelled. Like nothing I've ever experienced, I felt a river of his cum flood my asshole, up into my body, past my groin and into my bloodstream it felt like. He shot with such force I could feel it! I could feel the pulses from his cock with each hot stream of cum that shot deep inside me. He lifted me off of his cock and his cum flowed out of my hole back onto his cock and balls. His pubes became covered in his white, hot sticky goo. He pulled me back down onto his cock, the cum sliding him in gently. We moaned in unison as he thrust back and forth into me, pushing his cum deeper into me before letting it drip out. 

"Good job," he said, out of breath.

"Good job, boy" I corrected him. "And thanks daddy."