My Football Daddy

My name is Mike, but my friends call me little Mikey. I’m 21, 5’6 and 150 pounds. I have a cute smooth butt and mostly hairless, naturally. People have told me I remind them of a young Prince William, though I don’t see it. I look like an innocent young man. But on the contrary. I am a whore for a big, beefy, hairy daddy bears and cubs. This is the story of how I met my 50 year old football coach.

I was at the bar with some of my (straight) guy friends. It’s no secret that I’m gay, but most people don’t know the type of man I like. My friends are so focused in on the Giants game. Yawn. Sports are a snoozer, except the sexy men who play them. I notice, out of my periphery, a tall, tan, handsome man. I decide I’m going to go get a drink from the bar, but mostly so I can check him out some more.

I stand up and announce to my friends that I’ll be back. Nobody even cares. I walk up to the bar, passing this thick daddy. I look him up and down, and make eye contact ever-so-briefly with him. He gives me a smirk and I can see his pearly, white, perfect teeth. It surprised me to see such beautiful teeth on such a rugged man. He must be 6’7 and 350 pounds of beef. He’s got olive skin, maybe Italian or Greek. Clearly hairy, as his chest hair is poking out from under his collar. And his arms are full of brown and blonde hairs. My favorite...

I get to the bar and order my drink. As I’m sitting and waiting I feel a presence from behind me, followed by a scent of man sweat and a hint of men’s shampoo. I turn around and I look up and it’s the same daddy I just checked out.

“Hey boy, what are you drinking?” He asks.

“Uh-uh ummm a mojito,” I stutter, embarrassed by my obvious intimidation and attraction to him.

“That’s cute. Sweet drink for a sweet boy.”

I look at his hand and notice a thick, platinum ring. I get discouraged because he’s married. I turn back towards the bartender and grab my drink. I go to pay the bartender and he calls out and says “put it on my tab.”

I turn around and look back at him with a furrowed brow, unsure of why he did that or what to say but now I’m questioning his motive.

“Sir, I appreciate you doing that. But why?” I ask

He says, in a booming, masculine, deep voice, “I like to take care of my boys.”

I hesitate, unsure of what to say, and also aware that he said that very loudly in front of A LOT of people. Plus, we aren’t in a gay bar, and straight culture can be weird about inter-generational relationships.

I look at my friends to see if they’re watching... but as sports fanatics are, they were entranced by the game. So I figured, why not enjoy the attention? My friends don’t care if I’m here or not!

“Well that’s mighty kind of you, Sir,” I state pushing my rear end out just a small bit, showing the top of my underwear. I’m wearing my usual jockstrap.

“Anytime, boy. I’m Michael, but you can call me Mike.”

“I’m also Mike! My friends call me Little Mikey,” I exclaim. I reach out and shake his hand. I notice they are rough, calloused, and huge. “Are you here with your wife?” I motion my head towards his ring finger. He looks at it, and puts it in his pocket.

“No, the bitch left me yesterday for a younger man. Old habits die hard,” he says with a bit of sadness in his eyes.

“I’m sorry Sir. That can’t be easy. Here sit with me and tell me more about you,” I say, pointing to the bench next to me.

He sits his huge, towering body in the small barstool, his back and ass basically hiding the chair. He goes on to explain that he is a former college football player but never made it big. He started making money by flipping homes and selling them. That explains his rugged rough hands and his stocky physique. He told me he still plays football with a few of his friends on a small, informal team just for fun but they get together three times every week and play, and five times a week to workout.

He asks, “so what about you, why are you here alone? Young and handsome lad like yourself must have a cute lady by his side... no?”

I look down at my drink and say, “nope, it’s just me. My parents asked me to move out when they found out I was gay. They don’t talk to me anymore. My dad especially hates me, and we did everything together when I was growing up. I miss them...” I stop myself because I realize I’m rambling on and I turn red in the face and stand up to excuse myself due to embarrassment.

Mike says, “Son sit down. I’ll order you another drink. You’re safe with me.” He smiles his pearly whites and winks at me, and grabs my thigh. I got a rush of pleasure mixed with anxiety. Is he into me? He can’t be. No way.

“I’m sorry for over-sharing. Sorry to be a buzzkill,” I say, sadly. “I just have no one to tell these things to.”

“Why don’t we get out of here? I have a nice pool in my yard and we can drink for free there. What do you say boy?” He asks me.

I look at him and smile. “That sounds amazing. Let me tell my friends goodbye. I’ll meet you by the stop sign outside.”

He stands up as I walk away towards my friends. “Hey guys I have to get going. Thanks for the invite! Text me later and we can meet up next weekend for the game!” (I knew my new daddy would be there.)

I head outside. I see Big Mike standing by the stop sign smoking a cigarette. “Want one boy?”

“I don’t smoke, Sir, but thank you,” I say gently. I can smell his sweat. I’m getting aroused. His bald head is shining, beading with sweat. I see his biceps and forearms rippling with every move he makes. I am staring... “Sorry Sir, I got ... um ... distracted.”

“I was asking if you’re okay, Little Mikey. You look pale. Let’s go, I’ll take you home to my place. We will get you cooled down.”

We get in his car, and it’s a damn good thing, because I may have had one too many to drive. I realize we just got into a brand new Ford F-250. It smells like man in here; a combination of Big Mike sweating, his work boots, and his gym bag. My head is spinning from all the pheromones. I look over at Big Mike and ask boldly, “Have you ever been with a man?”

He smiles and chuckles. “Oh yes I have boy.”

I realize I’m getting lucky tonight. We pull up to his house. And wow! What a beautiful place. He opens front door and we stand in his foyer. Big Mike welcomes me into the house, takes my coat and asks I remove my shoes. I oblige immediately. He shows me around. I notice we avoid one door, seemingly that leads to the basement. Hmm. I move on.

We get to the yard and WOW what a pool. Big, blue and beautiful. He steps outside and I follow. He hands me a glass full of whisky and coke. “Drink up boy. We’re going for a swim!”

Big Mike proceeds to remove his shirt. He is covered in thick brown and blond fur, head to toe. My heart is racing and I feel my cock throb and my hole twitch. “Well boy? Are you coming in?” He takes off his pants and I see his bare ass. He has a big beefy ass, also furry, but well maintained. I want to see his cock so bad. But he jumps in before I can.

I’m mesmerized. I’ve been speechless since we got in his car. He doesn’t know it, but I swiped a jockstrap from his hamper when he was showing me the house. It’s in my pocket.

“Come in boy the water is awesome!” He shouts. His body hair is matted to his chest now. I’m hard as a rock and I am nervous to take off my pants.

“Sir I’m sorry I’m embarrassed,” I say, looking down.

“Why are you embarrassed? You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are a beautiful boy,” Big Mike says.

“Well....” I pull my pants down and expose myself in just my jockstrap. His eyes widen as he sees my bare ass for the first time. I can tell he wants it, and I’m even more excited than ever. I remove my jockstrap and cup my cock and balls and jump in.

He smiles big and says, “that’s my boy.” He swims over to me and hugs me from behind. “I just want to protect you. Your story broke my heart. A boy like you needs protection.” I feel something touching my ass. I realize it’s his bear cock. It’s BIG. I push back towards him a little bit.

“This is nice, Sir. I love being here with you,” I say.

He smiles again and turns me around. I straddle him, his cock is hard between my cheeks. He moves in for our first kiss. I taste his whisky, and his cigarette. But I love it. I melt into his arms.

“Let’s go inside boy,” he commands.

We get out of the pool and dry off. He points me to the bathroom so I can freshen up. I realized I left my pants outside on the patio. I worry that he’ll notice and see I stole his jock. I exit the bathroom and can’t find him anywhere. I go back outside to the patio and my pants are gone. “FUCK!” I say to myself.

I go back inside and I walk into his room and I see my shorts on the foot of the bed folded. I look up and there is Big Mike wearing nothing but the jockstrap I stole and his football shoulder pads.

“I see my boy found my football jockstrap!” He smirks at me. “You know you shouldn’t take without asking. But you can make it up to me,” he says with a strong seductive tone.

“I’m so sorry Sir.”

“Come here.” He points to the ground between his legs. He towers over me. He is a whole foot taller than me and probably close to three times my body weight. I kneel in front of Big Mike.

“In here I am your Daddy. Got it boy?” He commands

“Yes daddy. I understand,” I say submissively.

“You know what to do boy,” he says with his beautiful smile. I’m totally infatuated with him.

I start by smelling his crotch. I start breathing deep, inhaling his pheromones. I smell his sweat. My heart is racing. I look up at daddy and he smiles down at me. I pull the band down to expose his daddy cock. It is easily 8 inches long and 7 inches thick. I’m actually worried it won’t fit. His bush is beautiful. Dark, full, and natural, just how I like it.

“You like boy?”

I nod and I start licking his balls. His hands find the back of my head, and he gently strokes my hair as I begin servicing my new daddy.

“Fuck yeah boy. How does daddy taste? Do you like my daddy scent? Mmmmm daddy loves that mouth.”

I take his cock head into my mouth. I begin swirling my tongue around it, worshipping his beautiful thick helmet. He tastes so good.

“Oh daddy,” I whimper.

“Good boy.”

I suck his cock gently forms few minutes before he stands me up and we make out for a few more minutes. I love his mouth. His body makes me look tiny. He is a giant and I love it.

“Be a good boy for daddy. Lay down on the bed and lift your legs and show me your boy pussy.”

I obey. I watch him crouch down and I can feel his tongue tracing my ass cheeks. He finds my balls and my cock and starts sucking. His mouth feels amazing. My cock is deep in his mouth and I’m in total bliss. He takes his jockstrap and lifts it to my nose and I inhale deep. His pheromones loosen me up like poppers. I’m lusting more over this man than any man I’ve ever been with. And he is old enough to be my dad. Somehow that turns me on even more.

His mouth finds it’s way to my pussy. “Oh daddy,” I moan. He giggles deep and I feel him start licking my hole. His beard is tickling my ass and I’m in total ecstasy. He puts two fingers in my mouth and I start sucking. Every part of him tastes like man and I love it.

“Daddy... I want you inside me. Please,” I beg.

“Is this what you want boy?” He stands up towering over me, throwing my ankles over his shoulders. He shakes his huge cock and smacks my hole with it.

“Yes Daddy please. I need it.”

Daddy reaches into his night stand and grabs his lube, a condom, and a bottle of Amsterdam poppers.

“Daddy... I don’t want you to use the condom. I wanna feel you bare inside of me. I want you to make me yours. Please daddy.”

“Are you sure son?”

I nod. He opens the bottle of lube and pours a glob onto his cock and rubs the rest into my hole. He opens the bottle of poppers and says, “you’re going to need these boy.” I inhale deep and enter a whole new level of horny I’ve never experienced before. I have completely submitted to my new daddy.

He smiles at me. I run my hands through his chest hair and he leans over and kisses me. I can taste my hole on his tongue. He lines up his cock to my hole and pushes in. I can feel his head pop in. It stretches me like I’ve never been stretched before.

“Breathe boy. Daddy is going to go slow so you can get used to it,” he says calmly. He opens his poppers and puts it to my nose again.

“Hahaha,” he laughs in a sexy tone. “There it is. You’re loosening up for daddy. Good boy. You’re halfway there.”

HALFWAY?! I’m feeling so full I have no idea how there’s more.

“Breathe boy.” I inhale and smell his pits. He smells so fucking sexy. “Breathe. Open your second hole for Daddy. Gooooooooood boy....” he moans. I feel his bush on my smooth hole. I can feel him so far deep inside me. Something I’ve never experienced before.

“Daddy please don’t move. Just for a minute.” I am in ecstasy. “Please daddy I’m ready.”

“Good boy. You are such a good boy for daddy,” he says as he starts slowly sliding back and forth, grazing my prostate over, and over, and over. His bed is starting to squeak. Thankfully he has no neighbors nearby.

“Fuck daddy!” I start to moan louder as he speeds up. I take another hit of poppers.

“Take my cock boy. Take it.” He shoves the jockstrap in my mouth and muffles my moans. “You like daddy’s scent? You like how he fucks you? Dirty little pig boy.... fuck I knew I had to have you from the moment I saw you. Oh fuuuuck.”

He speeds up to a rough pounding. He flips me over with ease. I’m on the bed doggy style watching myself get fucked by this massive daddy in the mirror. He’s sweating. I can feel it dripping on my back. His face is red. He’s really working my hole.

All of a sudden he stops with his cock in my hole all the way to the root. I feel him start to grind into my ass with a slow sexy rhythm. We just went from fucking to love making. Daddy leans down and kisses me again. I can feel him probing my second hole again.

“Fuck boy you have me so close. I love this hole. You are incredible,” he pants.

“Breed me daddy.”

He picks up the pace. He starts ravaging my hole again. He’s pulling it all the way out and shoving it in balls deep back and forth. I feel something happening. I start to tremble. I realize I’m cumming without him touching me.

“Ohhhh fuck daddy don’t stop ohhhhhh....” I scream and he flips me over and fucks me in my back while he strokes my cock and I cum anally and from my cock at the same time. I hear him roar and he collapses on me.

We laid there for at least 15 minutes. We kissed back and forth. He let me cuddle up in his arms. I can smell his sweat and I love it.

“You are such a hot boy,” he says.

I can feel his cum running out of my hole. I’m worried I’ll get it on his sheets. All of a sudden he flips me on my belly and felches his load from my ass and comes back up and feeds it to me. That’s when I knew, we needed to be together.

“Thank you Daddy.”

“You’re welcome my boy.”