Paternal Guidance
(This story contains heavy incest between father and son)
Paternal Guidance by Rekhit
When I heard the click of that lighter and the scent of that aromatic pipe tobacco my first instinct was to go "oh shit". Which I did do, though whether it was in my head or out loud I don't recall. I just froze, the pipe locked in position just an inch from my lips as a large cloud was exhaled above me.
Getting caught by your Dad sucks, especially when you're 19.
How did I come to get caught in this situation? Bear with me on this one. You see, I've only just moved back in with my Dad. Yeah, I know, 19 and living with the old man. Well, it was either here or on the street because I couldn't stand to live under the roof of my stepfather any longer!
My parents separated when I was only 5 years old and I didn't find out until a few years later why. You see, my real Dad is a big bear of a man, literally; a brown bear, built like a brick shithouse and with a huge muscle gut that's come from hours in the gym. He used to be in the Marine Corp until that all came crashing down 14 years ago.
Nobody knew until then but my Dad is actually gay. As my grandma once said, he was the gayest gay bear you could ever meet, though you'd never knew it from looking at him. A man's man, masculine as Hell. The sort of person that you wouldn't call a fag because you'd be worried he'd rip off your balls and wear them as decorative earrings. Still, he married and brought a little cub into the world, that being me.
Of course, being in the Corps meant he travelled a lot and he ended up cheating on my mother with a string of men. Got caught and was discharged under the "don't ask don't tell" policy. Mother divorced and left him, taking me with her and then spent the next 5 years feeding me lies about why he never bothered to contact me. I was told it was because all he cared about was himself. Turns out mother was blocking him from having anything to do with me.
Eventually I learnt the truth from my grandma and I resumed contact. We got on pretty well. Then mother went and married a moose of all things, who decided he hated me so much he made my life a living Hell. Got sick and tired of it so a week ago I packed what things I could into a suitcase and turned up on my Dad's doorstep saying "surprise". He was surprised but glad to have me. I'd spent time with him over the years so it wasn't as if he was a total stranger.
Let me tell you about my Dad; like I said, he's a huge bastard. Whenever he goes through a door he often has to go sideways. His arms are covered in tattoos, some from his time in the Corps, some collected over the years. He works in construction and it shows really; his is a body that's part sculptured from long hours in the gym, half created from heavy work down on whatever site he's working at. In comparison I'm as thin as a bean pole, still with a layer of baby fat on my cheeks and around my middle. Only the fact we're both bears could anyone tell we're father and son.
He's also a prolific pipe smoker. Doesn't go anywhere without either a huge bent or straight in his maw, leaving a trail of smoke like some powerful steam train. Dad once told me he'd been a pipe bear since he was 12 and I could believe it. He breathed smoke like it was pure air.
So, this leads me to my current situation. For a few days I'd been itching to try a pipe myself. I actually smoke cigars, something that people are surprised at because apparently I look like a nerd or something. But I'd always been fascinated with pipes and now was the chance to try one.
So I snuck down into my Dad's study where he keeps his large collection of pipes and helped myself to one. I packed it and lit it like I'd seen him do dozens of times before, then leant back in his large office chair to smoke my first pipe. It wasn't a success really. I couldn't keep the damn thing lit, could hardly get any smoke and after a few minutes it burnt my tongue with its strong flavour.
I was about to consign this venture down to being utterly unsuccessful when there was that click and cloud. "What're you doing cub?" came my Dad's deep baritone voice. Even now he still called me cub. It was kind of cute.
What was I going to say? I was caught red handed stealing from my Dad's tobacco selection. I hardly thought making up a lie would work. "Er... trying to smoke a pipe?" I whined?
My massive father puffed heavily on his pipe for a few seconds. "I can see. Don't seem to be doing very well at it though." I shook my head. "Well, I'd be ignoring my fatherly duty if I didn't show you how to do it right, don't want you to be an embarrassment to me."
Pulling up a chair, my Dad sat down with me and showed me how to prepare a pipe properly; how to make sure the tobacco was firm but not too tight, the false light and initial draw, tampering down and finally to get the bowl going. It took a few turns but eventually I got it going and we sat back, my Dad and I, me in my boxers and he in a bath robe, smoking and filling the air with a gentle haze.
I could feel my body relaxing as the smoke worked its way into my body and I inhaled every other draw. My old man was impressed and I confessed about my 1 cigar a day habit.
"So that's where you disappear off to!" he said, chuckling deeply, the sound vibrating in his chest.
I was getting a good buzz and was so relaxed I barely noticed my cock sliding up from the slit in my boxers until I felt the cool air around it. Thing is, smoking turns me on terribly. Hardly a stogie goes past when I don't pop an erection and often I end up jerking off.
On top of that, it seems that while I didn't inherit my Dad's genes for body building, I did inherit his sexuality. And seeing a guy smoking a cigar, or a pipe, was just an instant turn on for me. So imagine how I felt seeing my old man sucking on that pipe. It was then I noticed something; he was getting hard too! His bear cock poked out from between his folded bathrobe and fuck was it big! As thick as a beer can and almost a foot long if not an inch. A thick ring pierced the head and bars ran down the underside, forming a piercing ladder. Gods it was gorgeous.
"Heh, looks like I'm not the only one who gets off on smoke," he rumble.
"Yeah, sorry," I apologised, but deep down I wasn't sorry at all.
He shrugged. "We're both guys, nothing wrong with that." And he took hold of his huge cock and stroked it.
My eyes kept moving over it, watching my Dad's huge paw grip and tug on it and I could feel my own bear meat throbbing. Damn it was such a turn out. My Dad was everything I wanted in a man and right now I didn't see him as my father, just another hot guy.
He must have sensed something because he moved forward, kneeling in front of me. There were no words between us, just us looking into each other's eyes and puffing on our pipes. He took the one from his mouth and exhaled heavily over my cock and in one swallow took it into his maw, right to the root.
I let out a deep growl and raised my hips to meet his mouth. Gods it was good! He snuffled against my crotch and moved his head, lifting his mouth to the very tip to suck on his pipe, surrounding my hot meat with warm pipe smoke and swallowed back to the tip, exhaling from his nose so that it lingered in my pubic fur.
Gripping the chair I thrust my hips upwards and humped his head. He let out deep growls, encouraging me to work faster. His tongue lashed around my preing bear cock and I moaned as he gripped it, working his mouth along my shaft. He would stop to take a toke and continued to suck, and all the while I puffed heavily on my own pipe.
I let out a roar, the pipe falling from my mouth and my paws gripped my Dad's head. I rammed in hard and unloaded, sending rivers of seed along his tongue. He never stopped, never moved away and drank my load as greedily as a bear to a honey jar. I thought it wouldn't stop and even when my Dad finally stood up cum still oozed from the slit.
"Think it's time cub," he said, turning to get another pipe.
"Time for want?" I panted.
"To make you a man." He'd taken one of his huge pipes, packed and lit it and put it into my maw. "You're going to smoke this pipe while I fuck you. Then tomorrow we start on turning you from a bear cub to a papa bear yourself. You want that boy?"
Every word hit buttons in me I didn't know existed. "Yes papa bear, I want to be a big strong man like my Dad!" I hauled on the pipe and exhaled heavily.
"Good boy." My Dad reached down and literally tore my boxers from, discarding his robe so he stood naked before me. Fuck was he sexy. Huge rings pierced both nipples, his massive gut hung low over his waist, solid with muscle. And that beautiful cock.
He pulled me forward so that I was bent in the chair, my ass on display, and from a drawer in his desk he pulled a bottle of lube. It was smeared up my crack and he pushed a finger into my hole. I couldn't help but clench but damn it felt good. It had been some time since I was last fucked.
Cock lubed, he moved the pierced head to my hole and pushed the ring in first. I jerked from the coolness. "Ready son?"
"Yes Dad," I said. Gods, how many taboos were we breaking here? Fathers and sons weren't meant to do this but right now all I cared for was getting that huge cock in me. It was certainly the biggest I'd ever taken. The first cock I ever had in me was only a little smaller than my Dad's; it belonged to my school gym teacher, and he was also the one to make me into a cigar smoker. But that's another story.
Slowly he pushed forward and my ass resisted. I grunted, smoking that huge pipe, letting the smoke relax me. Little my little my hole parted and with a groan my Dad pushed forward, burying that huge head into my tight hole. I let out a growl of combined pain and pleasure as I was filled. Damn, I was so horny!
Inch by inch my Dad buried his cock in my hole; the bars bumped across the soft flesh of my anus and made me grunt with each one. Eventually he was buried in my hole and boy did I feel full! I could feel every solid inch throbbing inside my rectum, spreading my open on the cock that made me. I looked up into my Dad's eyes, silently begging him to fuck me and fuck me hard.
He did so. He pulled out to the head and pushed in firmly, out then in, out and in again. Over and over that bear cock moved in me and I moaned loudly, writhing in the chair. My Dad grunted loudly too, competing with me to see who could make the most noise. Wet squelching sounds came from my now stretched hole, a combination of the lube and the pre that leaked from around my Dad's cock, and a heavy slapping came whenever my old man hilted in me, which was with every thrust.
I found myself begging to be fucked harder and was rewarded with the butt humping of a life time. That huge pierced cock rammed into me so hard that the chair was moved across the floor against a wall, my Dad following it with his cock up my ass. My hole felt on fire but I was so turned on it didn't matter. Smoked filled my mouth, my lungs, my nose and I begged my Dad for his seed, that potent stuff that made me.
I was rewarded. He rammed into me hard and let out a roar, unloading a monstrous load into my butt that filled it and oozed out around his cock. A shudder ran down my body and I came as well, another big load that hit me in the face and covered my chest and stomach.
We stayed like that for a whole minute before my Dad pulled out. Instantly he fell to his knees and slurped my now gaping hole, taking a huge mouth full of his cum and moved close to me. In return I took a huge mouthful of smoke and we kissed, our tongues wrestling as he fed me cum and I fed him smoke. We rolled the mixture between our mouths before pulling away, spit and cum dripping from our maws.
"Fuck, you're gonna make such a hot bear," he panted.
I grinned. "Thank you papa bear." He helped me up and led me to his bed. We fucked for most of the night and into the early hours of the morning; by the end we were exhausted, covered in cum and sweat and my hole gaped open like a tunnel, my Dad's seed oozing heavily from it, the air thick with pipe smoke.
He maybe my Dad and I maybe his son but what we have together is stronger than family. And I can't wait for the day when I'm man enough to take his anal virginity; he's promised that I can fuck him but only when I'm a true bear. I have a long way to get, but with my papa bear, I know I'm going to make it!