You Are One Dynamite Fuck, Daddy

When I turned to see who had taken the barstool beside me, I thought, “I should be so lucky.” With his jeans and baseball cap, he fit in with this blue-collar crowd, except that he was way better looking. I noticed other patrons giving him the twice-over, too. The bar attracted some gays, including me, but you had to tread carefully; most of the customers were very straight. 

The stranger – oh God, I prayed, please be a hairy bear top daddy – ordered a draft beer, and as he downed the first gulp, one of the men at the table behind us said, “Woof” – just loud enough for us to hear. The hunk paused mid-drink, turned to me, and in a deep bass voice, asked, “Was that for you or me?” 

He was built like a wrestler. His trim beard and moustache only added to his authority. That turned my crank; I decided to take a risk. 

“I think he likes your cap,” I replied, checking him out even more closely. His wrist hairs suggested that he was a major daddy bear – and I was praying that he was a major fucking gay daddy bear. But I wasn’t about to take stupid chances. With a body like that, I would have been toast if he took offence. His blue-green eyes sent a clear message: “I don’t take bullshit.” I wanted them to say, “Come to big, hairy daddy and suck my asshole.” 

As if reading my mind, he parked his knee against my thigh. All I could do was suck wind. “Too good to be true,” I thought, but his pressure didn’t let up. So, in a gut response, I muttered, “Woof.” 

“I’m staying at the hotel across the street. Want to come back for a drink?” he asked. 

“You bet.” 

We left our half-finished beers on the counter and headed over to his room. In the elevator, the doors had barely closed when he pressed me against the wall, putting his hands above my shoulders. I could feel his breath on my face. 

“Fuck me, daddy,” I blurted out. 

“One step at a time,” he said, and he brought his mouth next to my ear and whispered slowly but with certainty, “First, I want you to rim me and suck my big cock. Then, if you’re really good at that and if your ass can take it, I’ll be your fucking daddy.” 

I pulled his hard buttocks towards me, so I could feel his cock against mine, and said, “Excellent plan. Sir,” and I pressed my mouth against his. He tasted good, and his tongue was just starting to snake forward when the elevator stopped. 

“Let’s continue this inside. By the way, my name is Bishop,” he said, and he led me down the hall to his room. I now had an unobstructed view of his magnificent ass pressing against the fabric of his pants. I knew I was going to be giving this stud some serious asshole licking. As we entered his room, Bishop tossed his jacket on a chair and said, “Let’s shower first,” and proceeded to undo his belt buckle. 

“Allow me,” I offered, and I started lifting his t-shirt, revealing a mass of body hair that was obviously going to thicken below. By the time I got to his belt buckle, I was gazing at a stunning pelt. And the icing? A pair of hairy nipples just begging for a formidable workout. I brushed my knuckles over them and watched his reaction. Getting none, I took each between my thumbs and index fingers and squeezed them, gently at first, then harder. 

“You are one fucking hairy daddy,” I said. “Let’s see the rest.” And I peeled his pants over his ass, and lowered myself along with his trousers, till I was on my knees. Next to my face and below his hairy belly was a first-class cock, cut and half hard, backed by a ball sack that nestled between his thick furry thighs. My tongue was gong to enjoy this. 

Holding his cock shaft in his hand, he brushed the swelling crown across my mouth, then swung it harder against my face, finally placing the head on my lips. My tongue caught the underside and, tilting my head back, flicked the lower rim. The swelling crown and flaring piss hole, right there for the taking, were a giant turn-on. 

Suddenly he reached for my armpits and raised me to my feet. “Shower time.” I practically ripped off my clothes while he started the water flowing. When I joined him under the spray, he took my nipples, flicked his thumb nails over each, and said, “Nice tits. Let me show you how I work them.”

“Let me soap you down, while you do,” I replied, “assuming I can keep my mind on that.” As I reached for the soap bar to prep his hairy ass, he pulled my tits, not hard but steady. Then he slowly started twisting them. 

“Not too rough yet, daddy. I want this to take a long time.” 

He put his hands behind his neck, which gave me a full, turn-on view of his hairy, sweaty armpits. I shoved my face into one furry cave, sucking in the rank aroma and letting my tongue wash everything in that musky cavern. Then I shifted my mouth to the nearest nipple, caught it between my lips and teeth and started chewing. 

That got his attention. He placed both his hands on my shoulders, pressed down, but I took my time, rubbing my face, lips, and tongue all over his chest and stomach, till I reached his crotch hair and pulsing erection. I ran my tongue along its length, lingering at the flaring red crown, which I nibbled on, then proceeded down the underside of his man cock to his balls. I took them, one at a time, into my mouth, and rolled my tongue around them and sucked them back. 

He growled, “Lick my asshole.” 

“Turn around, daddy.” He dropped to his knees and bent over, resting on his forearms. His hairy asshole was an awesome sight. I spread his butt and pushed my face into that dark passage, letting my tongue find the opening. I could feel his ass muscles tighten around it and suck it in further. When I started chewing on the rim, I could tell from his moans that this was working really well for him. So I reached between his legs for his cock and let my fingers explore the rim of the crown. With my free hand, I began squeezing his balls. 

“Fuck time.” 

“You bet,” I replied, and we quickly toweled dry. Bishop threw back the top sheet, lay spread-eagle on his back, reached for the lube, which was on the bedside table. For an instant, I wondered if he wanted me to fuck him, but when he began lubing his own cock, I knew better. 

“Sit on it,” he ordered. 

I kneeled over him, facing that hairy body and feeling his stud cock start into my waiting chute. “Yes, daddy. Do it hard, daddy. Fuck my tight asshole.” 

Bishop took his time easing that giant crown past my rim, which was okay with me. I needed to adjust to its size. But when he locked a grip on my tits, his huge shaft plowed its way on up, tormenting my prostate, till I felt his balls against my ass. The head of his cock pulsed deep inside me, and I used my ass muscles to suck it in even deeper. Pleasure doesn’t get better than that.

Then I lifted my hips slightly and reached for his nipples so I could do to him what he’d shown me earlier. With that, he really started pounding, pushing his pelvis up hard and fast. I could feel his balls banging against my ass. 

“I want to blow my load now and fuck you again, later,” he said. That thought and wanting to rim daddy’s asshole again brought me close to cumming. He added, “I want to watch you cum now.”

My balls were aching for release, and with his cock buried deep in my gut, I didn’t need any more encouragement to shoot my load. I wanted to dump it all over his face and hairy chest. 

He increased his vice-grip on my tits, his fucking became even more powerful, and I sensed he was close to orgasm. I let go of one of his nipples, pumped my cock a few times, aiming carefully, and the cum went flying – onto his face and all over his furry body. 

When I squeezed hard on both his tits, he moaned and gave a final slam. I felt his massive crown swell even more, deep inside me. From each spasm, I knew he was dumping a major load. Maybe, when he fucked me later, he’d pump all that cream down my throat. 

When Bishop’s jerking stopped, I slowly lowered my face – I wanted his cock inside me for as long as possible – until my mouth was right over his. After kissing him long and hard, I told him: “You are one dynamite fuck, daddy. You can plough my asshole anytime.” Then I started licking up the cum I’d shot over him. Finally, his cock slipped out, and I collapsed along the length of his body, feeling all that hair and flesh against me. When he wrapped his arms around me, I buried my face in one of his armpits and fell asleep. I knew he’d waken me when he was ready for the next round.