Swinging In The Wrong Direction
Two young boys pick up a daddy for cuddles and whoopsie daisy more happens.
I could see his eyes on the guy right away. We were easily the youngest people at the bar-- which is not hard to do when you're not of legal drinking age yet! Fortunately modest places like these are the ones that never card, but I was young enough to be clueless as to why. My boyfriend had talked me into going there. Frankly, this "bear" bar wasn't really my thing. It's not that I don't appreciate older guys of slack proportions. Rather, it's just that I've had a lot of bad experiences with the "what are YOU doing here?" types. Something about that whole "bear" culture tends to make a lot of guys really nasty toward people my size.
I'm little: lithe and slim and fairly short at five and a half feet. A white cat of some odd mix of breeds, fluffy here and smooth there. I'm also only 20. Whoops. If you think 20's bad, you should be wagging your finger at my boyfriend. He's only 18 years old! Of course, he developed a bit well but all bears look older than they are. The one exception to that being his stature. As short as me! Frankly, he is probably the only bear I've met that's my height.
My bear's a real good kid, totally sweet to me, and pretty wise despite his age! We met online and even though I wasn't his type-- and I'm not anybody's type-- he was so crazy affectionate for me. I'm... pretty sure that's an 18-year-old thing, but maybe I'm still naive too, huh? I guess its pretty weird but we make it work. When we fool around he gets more dominant and gruff than he normally really thinks of himself. However, I know what his real type is.
And here we are. The people around us are all our ages combined and then some. We'd stepped in just a few minutes ago, gotten drinks. That's when I saw him. Not the guy, but my kodiak boyfriend. He stood there, eyes fixed across the room. Following his gaze was easy enough. Over at one of the couches sat an older bear. Much older. The guy was probably in his mid 40's, if not a really good early 50's. It was always bears with him. I suppose bears are pretty neat, so I can't blame him, but he had a.. thing.
We approached him after I gestured. The two of us came to him and asked if he would mind us joining him. The old bear just smiled and shook his head. He was a grizzly. I know most people can't tell brown bear breeds apart but I'm pretty good at it for whatever reason. His brown muzzle was dotted with white hairs which appeared also on his ears. Elsewhere too, probably. The grey came in fairly early for bears, so it didn't say much about his age. But he was an older bear, and that was all my kodiak needed.
It was a bit odd, his obsession with "daddy" bear types. They always seemed to be actual bears, the ones that really got him off. I always wondered if it was some sort of attraction to his father that he never explained, or the ABSENCE of his father... we didn't talk and I didn't ask. Either way, it was just his... thing, and I was fine with it. That's why I agreed-- and even encouraged him-- when he wanted to go meet a guy like that here.
While the older bear was exactly the kodiak's type, he'd never really physically been up close to one-- or certainly not in an atmosphere where flirting would have been at all welcome. We sat at either side of him, about a foot apart. Putting our drinks down at the coffee table in front of us, in the dim lighting of the bar, I looked at him. Not a bad looking guy, really, despite being older. He was looking at each of us curiously, but not without an amused little smile. His face seemed to be very oddly innocent for a man his age.
My boy was rubbing his arm, glancing down. Funny that between the two of us, he had over 50 lbs on me and yet he was the shy one. I guess chubby kids never realize that when you grow up chubby's what a lot of people are after. Being the good wifey I am, I leaned in and whispered into the grizzly's ear, to which the big bear lowered his head politely, to make it easier. I simply pointed to the kodiak as I spoke "boyfriend thinks you're hot." That's all I really had to say. The big old bear's face lit up.
He looked at me at first with clear skepticism. I simply nodded and he smiled a bit. Looking over at the kodiak, the grizzly spoke in a gruff, deep voice. "Surely a cute li'l one like you wouldn't be interested in a big ol lug like me..." The bear even grabbed a pawful of his ample belly, squeezing it a bit to make a point. The kodiak, while being shy, couldn't let such an egregious lie pass! He stammered eagerly, leaning toward the big bear. "N-no, sir! I think you're very handsome.."
And with a roar of a laugh, a wide ursine paw wrapped around my boyfriend and dragged him closer. Chin tipped down at him, the big grizzly smiled a slightly toothy smile as he pinned my bear to his heft. "Are you tellin' me I found a perfect little cutie that don't mind a big daddy bear like m'self?"
Boy, he was beet red under the brown and tan fur of his face. I could see it even in this dark environment. Still, he smiled and nodded a bit. My bear was always really shy around tall people. I hadn't realized before how big the sitting bear really was, but next to Char he looked huge. I smiled at the two. I have to admit, it's impossible to feel even the slightest little tugging string of jealousy like a suture on your heart being pulled, but it was vastly overwhelmed by the sight of my bear getting what he wanted.
They talked a bit, and I drank a bit. I didn't drink as much as my kodi' did, though. He sort of just gulped down his glasses as he spoke nervously with the big older bear. Eventually, I gave him the rest of my drink. I went back for seconds. We're both kind of light weights compared to most. Height thing I guess. I'm much more of a light weight but he was drinking me under the table tonight. The big bear seemed to be getting more and more handsy with my boyfriend.
Eventually the kodiak reached over and batted his paw at my arm a bit. He drunkenly slurred "Hey, We're taking him home with us" with a giggle. Blankly, I simply nodded. The walk was a touch awkward for me, for sure. The grizzly turned out to be what was probably six and a half feet tall with change to spare. With his big bulky frame and nice belly that's A LOT of bear. I never really exchanged words with the older male, maybe a couple.
I mostly stood a foot or two away from the couple as they drunkenly stumbled toward the subway. It was a saturday night so we were far from the only drunk people on the line. Even though we lived in the suburb, it was pretty close to a Metro stop, and it ran all night. We'd lived together pretty much since the day he was 18. He'd been working part time since he was 16 and once he was out of high school moved to full time-- far more responsible than most kids his age.
I unlocked the door and let the little pig and the big bad wolf inside. Of course, the big bad wolf was in all honesty a sweet guy getting ready for his role in a santa suit in a few years. I made us some more drinks, as was part of the suggestion upon returning. Coming back to them, my little bear was already on the grizzly's lap, his wide paws grasping and groping the bear's fat. They kissed, and I watched. Again, it's hard not to feel a little jealous but I knew that they would stop with a word from me.
They thanked me for drinks and drank them. The grizzly-- John, I think it was? Jack?-- never even seemed tipsy. Though, he probably weighed more than two of me. MY baby bear was quite plastered. Before long, the two were making out quite noisily. He was straddling the older bear's lap, sitting on it. His hips were rolling, grinding his bottom on the big bear's lap. The grizzly was eventually bucking up against him. For such a cute old guy he was getting far more physical than I was expecting. Some part of me wanted to double check for clothes in clothing because for all I knew they were just fucking at this point.
My ears were burning red as I watched. Eventually, my bear was huffing and puffing, cuddling, nuzzling the older bear's chest. "Daddy bear" he kept calling him. Again, that's his thing, and the older bear seemed too eager to comply. I guess that was his thing too. They sorta died down from there though, the gruff bumping and grinding turning into tired, sleepy cuddles. But that's what the deal was anyway. A little cuddling, a little smooching maybe, but that's all. It was what he wanted, and I knew my sweet bear was way too into cuddling to be trying to deceive me.
After a while, the grizzly smiled at me. "Should we take him to bed?" he asked about the bear currently sleeping against his belly. I giggled with a somewhat apologetic smirk and shrug and then nodded. I mean, it was absolutely cute. I was really glad to have given my bear the night he wanted, too, and this grizzly was really perfect. I was really impressed at how strong he was, though, when he scooped up the nearly 200 lbs kodiak. I hurriedly guided him to the bedroom, surprised the old bear could lift him at all, let alone carry him for very long.
We managed to scoot the bear into the edge of the bed, up against the wall. It was a cal king bed. Really I was just worried about the drunk bear rolling off, hah! Still, he wasn't much of a roller, he usually just lay like a lump of bricks come hell or high water. But hell, he hadn't been this drunk in a long time, or possibly ever, in front of me. So who knew!
Sitting down, I huffed and puffed at the edge of the bed once the job was done. The old grizzly sat down next to me, snickering and not showing any sign of exertion. He shot me a friendly little grin. Gruffly, he mumbled. "Mmm.. kinda a shame yer' not into big papa bears too, 'cause you're one adorable little cutie...".
I blinked, ears standing and green eyes wide as my head turned to look at the big grizzly. His smile was sincere, if a bit flirty. I couldn't see my own cheeks and the bridge of my nose reddening but I'm sure I could felt it. It was my turn to stammer, like my bear had before. "N-no no, I uh.. I mean I do I just don't.. I mean guys like you are usually more into guys like.. well, him" I leaned my head toward the kodiak for a moment.
The big bear smiled more simply. Reaching down a pair of wide paws, I felt one slide down my back and another down my front. A deep bassy voice growled into my ear "mmmm.. well, their loss because this little body is just way too hot...". I could feel my heart beat faster. Frankly, this wasn't part of the plan at all. I expected the big bear to maybe sleep over and cuddle or just go home when the cuddling was done. I never once considered those big paws would be dragging me against his big bulk as it was.
When the big bear's muzzle came down against the top of my head, between a pair of white ears, I shuddered. I could feel the warm breath billow through bleached hair. The bear let his breaths roll into my ear as he whispered. "Mmmm.. I think you're absolutely cute and sexy in your own way, too kitty. I'd love to have a little time with you.."
The words and the warmth of that big bear now practically wrapped around me were making my body tremble and fidget. My voice slipped out past my lips without consent "W-well.. you're welcome to stay the night, the bed is real big.." It was true, from when I'd spoken to my boyfriend about the possible plans of meeting up with a bear for him, the possibility of a sleepover was there. Of course, the plan there was that he'd get to spoon a bear and I'd be elsewhere on the bed making sure nobody was fucking. We weren't ready to take our exploration that far yet.
That big bear just licked at my ears a few times, nibbling on them before he got up and started unbuttoning his shirt. "What do you wear to sleep, cutie?" My eyes opened wide. While I was welcoming the bear to sleep over, I hadn't meant right away. I thought he'd stay and chat a bit and then crash later. Still, I nodded. It wouldn't kill me to go to sleep now, and the night had been a bit long for me, a little frustrated back there watching my boyfriend bump and grind with a stranger. I replied softly "I uh.. hah.. usually nothing, honestly.."
"Then get to it and get in that bed cute thing, I haven't warmed up such a cute little cat in years." Whether the big bear was telling the truth or not, it made me feel feel like a giggling teenager again. My clothes came off quickly and I stuffed myself under the covers, scooching towards the center of the bed. The big bear did the same and followed promptly.
Wide paws casually gripped my body, turned me, and I did not protest or struggle. Shortly after, I felt the front of that big old bear pressing against my back, tucking that gut into the dip above my tail. Strong, wide arms wrapped snugly around me, pulling me against the heated, fluffy bulk. I shuddered. Now their size difference was not only apparent but stark. The big bear hugged me flush against himself, my pert rear pressing into the bear's groin and hips-- heck, I could even feel the bear's wide sheath, plump and heavy resting between my cheeks.
I could feel my body tremble and I gasped. It felt... wonderful. My boyfriend felt great when we laid like this. It was certainly a treat. However, this bear was... well, he was bigger. He smelled stronger. It wasn't a bad smell, just a sorta nice.. male smell. He was warmer too, somehow. It felt like a big heater was cuddling me. Strong, also. Despite the bear's bulky body, the guy was obviously very muscled under the fat. I found myself wondering what the big guy did for a living.
I admit it felt a tad naughty, since the whole deal was that my bear would get to cuddle a "daddy" and then we'd call it a night. We'd never even talked about myself being involved. But at the same time, I guess i was a little jealous and it was nice that I was getting some nice, warm cuddles too. Frankly, the thought of falling asleep in this gigantic bear's arms was absolutely dreamy. I could already feel myself sinking into that feeling from the inundation of the bear's scent and warmth and strength enveloping me.
Suddenly the long but dull teeth of an old predator pressed and dragged slowly on an ear. I let out a gasp louder than he thought he should. Putting a hand over my own lips, I bit my lip in embarrassment. The bear mumbled softly. "Mmm.. 'fraid of wakin' the little bear?" I shook my head a bit. "n-nah, he sleeps like a log usually, and he was wasted tonight.." I knew it would be no big deal if he woke up, but I felt a little embarrassed at the thought of being seen trembling in the arms of that huge bear. I was kinda putty in them.
That's when there was another bite and then a roll of the grizzly's hips. I was blushing so hard I could feel the heat of my cheeks. My other cheeks were warm as well as I also felt that plump sheath press and even flex between them, wedging them apart a bit. And that was just a sheath! Though that didn't last long either. Soon I felt a less fuzzy lump back there as the bear pressed his hips to mine. I huffed and shuddered and the bear just nibbled and chewed on me like a snack. It was too much to fight back so I just rattled against the strong male, enjoying the attention and even purring.
Slowly, the bear started bucking. The motions were just slow, cuddly ones-- at first-- but soon I realized the bear was rolling his hips against my ass. More and more I could feel the growing, wide, hard member pressing and stuffing itself between my cheeks. The big bear eventually hardened all the way. The thing didn't feel terribly long from what I could tell, however it was as thick as a coke can, and almost perfectly cylindrical, too. The head of it was just a little bit wider than the shaft. Its spongy breadth wedged and pushed against my pucker as the fat thing stuffed itself under my tail.
With a gasp, I shuddering at the intimate contact between the bear's fat cock and my pristine, clean hole. I hadn't even planned to touch the grizzly tonight and here we were "bumping uglies" in the most literal way. I shuddered as the bear continued to buck slowly, the fat thing stroking itself between my cheeks, each time pressing against my little pink pucker. It wasn't long before I felt a wetness. I shuddered at the feeling. It was warm and slick. Eventually I realized it must have been the bear's precum.
The bear behind me growled softly into an ear before nipping it again. He held me tightly, possessively as he bucked against me, oozing pre generously. I had no concept of the fact that he'd always been a dripper. I knew nothing of his seedy cruising youth, of his past boyfriends who celebrated the bear's endless flow and even more impressive loads. I didn't know a thing about the guy, really. Right now he seemed content to just hump against the petite thing he'd caught in his arms. Being rather pent up, his slick liquid spurted freely, quickly making a mess of my backside and slathering his own cock in it as he bucked.
With a soft little mewl, I shuddered and shook in those strong, broad arms that held me so tightly. The feel of the heat of that meat slickly sliding against my bare backside was both intoxicating and terrifying. The bear was pressing slowly but with more force now. Each push was a hard press against my tight entrance. On a particularly hard thrust and throb, the bear managed to spurt slippery pre right into my hole. Of course, there was no way I could discern that feeling from all the others. Still, the bear was clearly rather heated up. The smell of his pre was becoming a bit loud in the air. He gave another more forceful push against me, which made me squeak and clench.
"H-hey.. n-not too hard.." I mumbled softly. The bear nuzzled into that hair, growling softly. "MMmm.. kitty.. Don't worry.. Just teasing ya..." The bear accented this with another forceful push of that wet, wide head against my poor pucker, kind of contradicting his words. I whimpered again, shuddering. This was already going way way too far, and my boyfriend was literally a foot and a half away, snoring quietly. I whispered "J-just don't go in" feeling both concerned that not only taking a stranger but taking a stranger without protection was definitely not a thing I would do and definitely not something my bear would approve of.
The big bear just grunted softly, continuing to roll his hips. I could feel that wide head wetly squelching against my entrance. I whimpered every time it pressed and dimpled my opening. It did certainly feel great, however. That incredibly fat member, twice as thick as the kodiak's, wedging and pressing against me, hot and slick. I didn't even think that the bear could fit if he tried, but having that wet heat against me felt great. I moaned softly, stifling it, muffling it by pushing my muzzle against the bear's bicep.
The other sounds weren't loud but they were constant and lewd. Wet squelches filled the air as much as the scent of the bear's precum did. With every push the bear's fat dick was making more headway. It hurt a bit how hard the bear was pressing, but the bear knew what he was doing. Every press and buck weakened and massaged my tight little ring. Eventually, the bear's wide cock parted the little hole just a bit, just enough to spurt more precum into it. He did this repeatedly, rolling his hips, shifting them, working my little hole open.
I shuddered, mumbling nothing to myself as I felt the intense teasing on my backside. The kodiak had always been a "get it over with" kind of lover and never used this much foreplay. My hole was far more sensitive than my dick was. Frankly I never much care for attention on my cock in the slightest. My ass seemed to make up for it, however, and this treatment was like none I'd ever had. It was like getting a rimjob from.. well from a fat cock. On top of that I had no idea anyone in the world spurted pre like this.
Despite not wanting to get fucked by a stranger without protection, for some reason I didn't seem to have a problem with him pumping a half pint of precum in my body. I guess I couldn't really tell how much it was, just the wet jet of slick fluid rushing past the sensitive flesh of my hole. He'd press forward, that hard head pressing with expert precision square on that opening and flexing, becoming rock hard for an instant as another jet of precum would be pumped into me.
I allowed myself to get lost in the sensation of that fat dick working my hole like that while the bear lost himself in the act. There was something almost hypnotic about it that in my buzzed and tired state I became adrift.. Eventually, he squeezed me -tightly- as the dull ache I'd been feeling from his constant firm pressing became a lot more sharp and sudden. It was only in a moment before he pulled it back, the rim of his wide head tugging at my hole. I moaned, seeing stars for a moment at that feeling. The bear wetly squelched against the outside of my hole some more, letting my spinning head settle a bit before doing it again. Eventually, the bear was popping that fat head in and out repeatedly into my somewhat slackened hole.
It was all too much for me and so all I could do was take it with a pant. I was sort of zoning out, my body buzzing as I trembled from all the feelings. The sensations were so strong I wasn't even aware the bear was actually penetrating me somehow. All I knew is whatever he was doing felt amazing. It wasn't until he was rocking half of that monstrously thick cock in and out of my once tight backside that I understood the pain and sensations.
I bit my lip, unsure what to do or say but mostly I was so lost in these feelings that it was hard to even formulate thoughts or words. Still, some part of me wanted to say something, to stop. At the same time, I felt almost too embarrassed to. It felt like I'd gotten myself here and stopping him would be rude or awkward. I can't really justify the feelings but they were there.
I eventually only managed a very soft "don't.." which trailed off. It seemed the bear managed to understood what I meant. He just nuzzled into my ear and gruffly grumbled "Don't worry little kitty.. I'll stop before that..." and he sort of thrust into me as he spoke, eliciting little muffled squeaks from me. His big paw came to my face and stuffed a thick finger into my mouth. I was honestly glad to have it, as lewd as it felt, as I could suck on it to keep myself from getting too noisy.
Seconds turned to minutes as the bear eventually bucked to the hilt repeatedly, his hips softly, wetly slapping to my cheeks. I felt so incredibly full each time but there was a powerful pleasure from his girth dragging on my prostate that was overwhelming. The big bear tipped his head down, gently biting me where my neck and shoulder met. I could only gasp tiredly at the bite, strong teeth holding me always had a certain effect on me. It made me submissive, in a way.
It wasn't long before that bite got harder and the growls louder. Being pent up had its effect and having a young ass of this quality was like a banquet to a starving man. Before long, that already fat dick was starting to swell slightly, hardening. Then soon he hilted with a hard slam of his hips and simply throbbed inside. All I could do was moan weakly as I felt the already massive dick seem to get even bigger inside-- even though it was only slightly. This was easily enough to set an already teased-to-hell cat off. Little white ribbons of cum spurt from my untouched cock as the big bear repeatedly pumped a pretty ridiculous amount of seed into me.
The bear growled as he softly let go of my shoulder and nuzzled that wet spot. My head was awash in the powerful sensation of having cum from being fucked and there was very suddenly a powerful ache inside of me. I also finally realized that the throbbing and pulsing from that bear's huge member was him pumping a pint of bear cum right in me. I struggled a little but his grip was vice-like. Some part of me was angry, betrayed, but it was confusing. My head was spinning and my body couldn't really take it. I wriggled slightly in the bear's tight, warm embrace until it all turned dark. He was mumbling something into my ears about spoiling me and being my daddy but words were confusing now. And soon it was just black.
This story is adapted from something my friend did, if it seems familiar. I started a sequel too...