Daddy's Pup
Whenever I sit down at my desk at the end of the day I always seem to feel the same. Not tired really, just cynical and listless. After a moment of reflecting upon this, and the fact that I probably have reflected upon it every evening, I stretch my arms above my head and yawn. The lights in my room are off, the only light is the ghostly sheen of my laptop. I guess I like my den to be dark, hehe. Seeing the reflection of my frazzled tail in the laptop screen, I scowl and grab the brush off my desk and start to brush out my tail, wondering what I should do before bed.
Just then my phone rattles on my deskâ€"I open it to see that I have a text message.
"what u up 2 2nite, sweetness? wanna play? -rick" Ah, I thought, Daddy Bear's awake again tonight. I've been seeing Rick for several months, and although I doubt anything long term will come of it, I always seem to find myself going back to the old bear periodically for a drink or two and, inevitably, great sex. I chuckle at his message; he wasn't one for subtlety but he sure knew how to turn a boy on. I tap the call button and wait for the ring. I always preferred calling to texting, I find it's more personal. Rick, I've gathered, is much the opposite, but I figure he can deal this once. Besides, I always like to hear his voice. I wasn't disappointed.
"Hey buddy... you been thinkin about yur ol' daddy?" Maybe I've been conditioned, but the rumble of his voice over the speaker almost seems to gently rub up my inner thighs and cup my privates, a stray finger making its way further down to my waiting tailhole.
"Hi Rick," I respond coyly as these sudden thoughts make me adjust myself in my chair. "I thought maybe I'd come down and keep you company for a while. Or do you wanna go out tonight? I had a great time with you at that drag bar last time."
"Boy, you're so good to me. I was thinkin we'd just hang out over at my place tonight. Whadda you think?"
"Whatever you say, Daddy. I'll be over in a few, okay?"
"Mmm... okay. Can't hardly wait." We say goodbye and hang up and I realize that just talking with him has made me semihard. I reach down into my underwear to rub the underside of my dickhead with my thumb, thinking about those big ol' paws Rick calls hands. "Mm...!" I flinch and my thumb feels a little wet... better save it for later, Rupe.
Now, what should I wear? It's not as though it's going to be anything fancy, but I always like to put something special on for Papa Bear. Opening my closet door, I look around for something cute. Hmm... I think the gray briefs with pink stars would be appropriate. I kick off my boxer briefs and slip into the briefs. The waist is pretty low on them: I look down to see my still hard prick peeking out, heh. Let's see, blue jeans? No, black, and this purple v-neck will go nicely with it. Black chucks. I throw it all on and top it off with a pendant set with a little piece of green amber. Yeah, this'll be nice. I grab my keys and I'm out the door.
It's quiet driving out into the city, and I roll down the window for some summer night air that listless feeling starts to return. Why do I keep going back to Rick, I wonder? Beneath it all, he's just an old pervert, and he even seems proud of it. But, the guys at school don't seem to understand me. I've never really had a longstanding relationship. That's why I started putting out personals, began seeing older men. It was nice for something casual, nothing long-term. I began to find that I had a thing for older menâ€"they're definitely more experienced and they really make you feel sexy and desirable. And then I met Rick, and there was something about him. I can't put my finger on it, but he really is a sweet guy. The rows and rows of streetlights begin to get hypnotic, but now I'm in the city and I turn down one of the main thoroughfares. Only a few minutes away now.
I lock the car, thinking this should be good. Crossing the dark parking lot, I smile as I see him. He's standing, or should I say looming outside the front door to his apartment building, and although he's in the shadow of the stoop light, I can see his spreading smile as I approach. He's a big shaggy brown bear, and even though he's 45 there's only a little grey in his headfur. His fur is longest on his meaty forearms and calves, and on his chest going down to his belly and beyond. He's by no means fat, but he has that perfect amount of cuddle over ample muscle. Tonight he's wearing a simple sleeveless undershirt and jeans. I walk right up to him and pretend to look him over. Then, with a wide grin, "Hey, you old bastard, how ya been?" He just laughs and squeezes my butt cheek with a huge hand. Then he puts his arm around my shoulder, opening the door to let me in.
We reach him room and he unlocks it, opening the door for me. "Thanks." I kick off my shoes and walk past the kitchen into the main room. That's when my eyes meet a video camera on a tripod in the corner, but it's not on. I point my thumb at it and look back, "you're kidding, right?" He lets out another growling laugh and shrugs.
"You can't blame me for trying, right?" I shrug too.
"No, I guess not." He's in the kitchen now, looking through the window into the living room. "Some'n to drink?" he asks, "I know you like'm as sweet as you, right?"
"Ha, something like that. Sure, I have whatever you got. Thanks."
"Sure," he says. I sprawl out on his couch and turn on the TV like usual, there's a really bad sci-fi movie on. Perfect. As Rick steps in I sit up with a smile and he hands me a glass with something on ice. Mmm, amaretto sour. I notice he has a beer.
"Thanks Rick, it's good!"
"Don't mention it, hun. What's this you put on?" He looks at the TV incredulously.
"Oh, it was just on," I tell him, "doesn't it look awful? I figure it wouldn't be too distracting..." I take a sip and put the glass down behind me on the side table. Then I collapse into Papa Bear's belly, snuggling up tight into his fur. So comfy. I sigh, "Ooh, I've missed you Papa Bear." He smiles and puts his hand on my back.
"Oh, you feel tense, boy. I told you not to stress too much, didn' I?"
"You did, Daddy, but you know I gotta focus on my studies." I hear him put his beer down,
"Yur a good boy." and he lifts me slightly to place me face down over his lap, putting a pillow down beside him to rest my head on. "You just let ol' Papa Bear work that stress outta ya." I knew what was coming, and I sighed in anticipation. He pulls my shirt off above my head and I oblige by holding my arms out and then chucking the shirt onto the carpet. He begins to knead his thick hands into my back fur, gently but with a lot of pressure, starting around my shoulder blades. I'm in heaven. My tongue lolls out of my mouth as I feel him work up to my shoulders, flexing his palms to roll them around.
"That feel good, boy?" I nod slightly and he continues his massage, moving down my spine now with the blades of his hands. On the TV I watch as the mutant slime monster chases a young doe down a dark corridor. She looks relieved when she closes a door behind her and locks itâ€"ha! It drops down from above onto her head and the girl screamsâ€"ouchâ€"which prompts me to press the volume down button on the remote. I'm brought back to reality by the sensation of a finger passing the waistband of my jeans, resting just above my crack. My ears perk up. The finger retracts and the massive paws begin to rub my hips. It's now that I realize my penis is hardening again... on Rick's thigh. I wonder if he notices it. I love these games we play. He gives my whole back another rub down and then lifts my up into his chest. I hug him tight.
"Thanks Daddy, that felt great." I give his neck a few laps and lift my head to look into his eyes. He moves forward and I hear his heavy breathing, I can tell he's trying to control himself. Finally, our noses touch and I feel his big tongue start to enter my mouth. I greet it with mine, and he pulls me in. We start making out, and I remember with relish what Rick tastes like. His tongue seems to wrap itself around mine, and he pushes it deeper in. Finally, I gasp and have to break free. I'm panting, and we sit there looking with lust at one another. Rick looks at my tail, which is swishing back and forth behind me. I lean in again and begin to lap at his throat, and he rewards me with a deep, quiet growl that I feel in my tongue, running down my body all the way into my groin.
"Whaddya say we move this into the bedroom, sweetness?" His whisper is like thunder. How could I refuse? I roll off of him and sprawl onto the couch again, he says he has to take a piss. As he lumbers down the hall to the bathroom, I get up from the couch.
The toilet flushes and he emerges, seeing that I'm not on the couch anymore. Then he looks in his bedroom and sees me. I'm trying to look cute, on all fours on his bed with my ass up in the air, tail swishing around. As he enters the room slowly, I yip like a pup and roll over onto my back and put my legs up, looking submissive. He stands right over me, and there's a predatory look in his eyes. I whimper. With that, he tears his shirt off and practically pounces on top of me, pinning me down and kissing me forcefully. After a while he lifts up on one side but still kisses me, and suddenly I feel his hand thrust into my pants, rubbing the underside of my dick. I gasp as he grabs it and begins to stroke. I squirm beneath his warm fur as the stroking continues, and then he undoes the button on my jeans and unzips the fly, and darts his hand back into my drawers. My hands are wrapped around his massive neck, and my face is wet with his kisses. His fingers creep further down, and now he's rubbing his middle finger right on my hole. He looks at me. I whisper, "Molest me, daddy..." He watches me intently as he shoves his meaty finger all the way into my hole, it burns and I arch my back and whimper again involuntarily. His breathing has slowed and he is calm, enjoying watching me writhe. I am panting hard. He pauses for a moment and he pulls it out slowly, then I feel his index finger at my entrance. He looks down at my hard dick and up at me again. He thrusts his finger in and I cry out again, my dick jumps and spurts pre onto my belly. Slowly at first, he begins pumping his finger in and out of me, and I continue to pretend to cry for him even though it feels sooo good.
"Please, take it out Daddy," I plead, not in earnest. He slips his finger out and smiles almost gently.
"Oh you don't want Daddy pokin you boy? Huh?" Forcefully he rams his huge thumb back into my hole. I yelp, and he pins me down with his other hand. I continue to protest, "Igh... uh! N-nuh..." He wiggles his thumb around inside me, and begins pumping again. After a few more minutes of delightful torture he pulls it out and licks his fingers lewdly. I see he's begun to drool, as have I. I can smell his arousal, and I look down to see the front of his jeans wet with it. He yanks my pants off and drops his own jeans to the floor, exposing his beautiful log of a bear-cock, straight, thick, and furry with two furry balls to match. It was still dripping milk, too. He must've sensed my thirst, because he's crawling up onto the bed on top of me and pressing his huge furry cock onto my muzzle.
"Suck, pup." I had already begun to lick its length, lapping the underside. He shudders and begins playing with his nipples. I hold it and lick the slit, then I lift it up and lick the fur beneath his balls, he really seems to like that. Finally I put it in my mouth, sucking on it as deep as I can go, trying to pull my teeth away from his sheer girth. He leans forward so he's on all fours, and begins to thrust directly into my mouth, as his belly expands and contracts his thick fur brushes my face. I feel some warmth trickle down my throat as I suck, and it tastes musky, further intoxicating me. He shudders again and pulls back, I think he's close from all my theatrics before. I lick my chops and look up at him, deciding to suck on his nearby nipple instead. He puts his hand on my body and leans back, if I knew
Rick I knew how he'd want to finish it.
"Are we gonna play a different game, Papa Bear?" He reaches over to the nightstand for a bottle of lube and squirts it onto his log, flashing a toothy grin. He jacks his fat dick over me,
"D'you want Daddy to fill you up, boy?" I respond by lifting my legs up into the air and wagging my tail. He grabs my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the bed, stepping onto the floor and shuffling his big feet to get a good angle on my ass. He then grabs my cheeks with both hands and aims for entry. Oh God, I forgot how big he is! I grab the sheets and grit my teeth as he takes me, but he generously goes slow and I give him a thumbs-up to keep going. Finally, I feel his heavy sac brush against my tail, he's in. I sit for a moment, clenching uncontrollably around his member, and catching my breath. He pulls back a little and then forth, and we work a rhythm as he bucks his massive hips into my thighs. Before too long his thrusting become erratic, and I feel his hot breath on me. He looks longingly at me before his eyes roll back and his toes begin to curl and grip the carpet. He leans forward, our chests meet and he puts his head down next to mine as his mammoth thrusts push me further onto the bed. I lick his teddybear ear and whimper softly. He screws his eyes shut and bares his teeth, and I could feel the passionate fire in him explode as he releases the deepest of growls that rumbles through my entire body and starts to cum... Thick, copious lashes of creamy bear-seed shoot up through my insides and slosh out as he pumps his piston into me. His cock and my butt are now completely swimming in milky white, and still he thrusts, slower now... relaxing... he relents. I hug him with my arms and legs as he slumps down on me, we both are sweaty and out of breath.
After a moment I hump his belly, "I'm close, Daddy..." He lifts his body up, his penis slides out of me.
"What can I do? Daddy'll do anything for you, sweet pup." I swivel around to lay on the pillows at the head of the bed and he follows me, ready to please me however possible. He's so sweet.
"You know how I love your paws, Daddy Bear..." He grins and lays down beside me, rubbing me with his big, strong hands. I'm stroking myself as I look at them, his beefy palms and fingers, dense with muscle. One of his hands is still wet with lube, and he reaches under my tail once again to fuck me with his middle finger. There's a wet shlick shlick sound as he fingers me, while his other hand circles around my navel, fingers pushing into my belly button.
"Mm, whoa... uh, uh! Hunh-ah, ih!" I cry out, Rick's fixated on my pleasure, calmly he says, "Cum for Daddy, pup." I feel myself going out of control and reach for the hand on my navel, bringing it up to my face, lapping crazily at it. Finally, I suck desperately on his index finger as I feel him inside me curl his finger and rub my prostate.
"Mm-mm-mmmm-huhmm-UNGH!" My hips thrash and I'm cumming into the air, hearing it wet my stomach. One jet lands on Rick's cheek, and he hungrily licks it up. Soon, I collapse, still sucking on his finger like a pup on his own thumb, and Rick tucks me in next to him under the covers. Head on his chest, we both pass out sex-drunk on delicious afterglow.
Some time later, I stir. I can't see a thing, but the moon casts a dim pallor through large vertical blinds. I pull my legs together and realize I'm squeezing something large beneath me. That's when it hits me that I'm lying on Rick's chest, straddling his thigh. He's snoring softly above me, completely sprawled out on his back and his head thrown back, only his gaping mouth and big button nose are visible. For some reason the thought of sleeping on top of such a big guy begins to arouse me, maybe it's the virile scent emanating from between his pecs, maybe I'm still horny from our lovemaking. At any rate my shaft is hard and comfortably pointing upward, enveloped between my belly and his warm thigh. I begin to hump slowly, wondering if he'll wake up. Probably not, I thought with amusement. I keep a slow steady pace as I hump him, looking down at his beautiful cock. Papa's all tuckered out, I think, but I still get to hump my sleepy bear. His snoring stops and I check my pace, did I speed up? He's still breathing deep, I think he's asleep. I close my eyes and imagine him bending over to suck his own cock, taking his big dick into his equally big mouth, watching him cum into his muzzle and drink his own thick semen. I start breathing out of my mouth, my breath is warming up as I feel the pleasure build in my loins again. Gripping his fur I'm ejaculating, rubbing it into his thigh and my belly, grunting and sighing as quietly as I can. I slump onto him and sleep overwhelms me again.
My sleep is darkness and dreamless, pure rest... I'm awoken again by a wet squishing warmth between my legs. I'm on my back, I look down and see Rick who has a hold of both my legs, holding them apart, his maw engulfing my entire dick and balls. His wide, thick tongue nurses me in long strokes that go between my balls and travel up my shaft, while he provides further suction with his powerful throat.
"L-looking for honey?" I gasp out, scarcely able to breathe. He just chuckles and growls through his suckling. I'm sweating again, my fur matted all over with dried cum, and I watch as he holds me captive and forces me steadily to another climax.
"Oh God, fuuuck... Huh, huhâ€"owwwww, FUUCK!!" My balls contract painfully in his mouth and I squirt out what little I have left to offer into his greedy maw, my sore hips bucking shakily. I am completely limp as he releases me, my chest is heaving in delightful exhaustion. It's only now that I see the sun has just barely come up through the blinds on the sliding door. There's a rosy mist on the lawn below that makes the world glisten.
Rick gets off his knees and smiles, going toward the door.
"Take it easy for a while, I'll put the coffee on. Boy, yur so good to me." As he closes the door and I hear his footsteps down the hall, I realize why I keep coming back to see my Papa Bear.
End