Daddy Bear Spreads His Honey

My lungs tingled as I exhaled the bitter smoke. Hands trembling as I passed the joint back to Tony. My nerves were on edge, being this was going to be my first experience with another man. It was something I had been fantasizing about for the last few years. Dreaming of a thick cock to play with. A big man to hold me, kiss me, explore my body. And I finally found one I liked.
Tony was every bit a masculine bear. The 43 year old man stood an impressive 6’4″, 250lbs, covered with coarse hair, shaved head, thick bull neck, salt and pepper goatee. He was the picture of a forceful man. His thick, meaty fingers gently took the joint from my much smaller, more delicate fingers. “Good, isn’t it?” he asked in his husky baritone voice. He put what was left of the joint to his lips and inhaled deeply. I nervously nodded my head in agreement. Tony leaned forward and put the roach in an ashtray as he exhaled. “Relax, son. We’re here to have a good time.” He slipped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. It felt amazingly comforting to be craddled against his broad chest.

“I know…just…just a little nervous.” I said weakly.

Tony just smiled down and squeezed me with his meaty arm. “Awwww, my boys nervous, smoking pot with his Dad!” Followed by a burly chuckle. He was really into the Dad/Son roleplay. It was something we had both agreed was hot when we met online. Definitely one reason I was so turned on by him. “Ohhh, thats a solid shoulder there, son. You work out?”

I had a pretty slim build, only 5’9″, about 155lbs. Very fit though. “Yeah. I hit the gym ’bout 3 or 4 times a week.”

Tony pulled his left leg up onto the couch as he turned his body towards mine. His leg in between us, he put his hands on either shoulder and began squeezing and feeling, grabbing my shoulders and biceps. “Oh yeah. That’s tight. Bet you got a nice little six pack, too.”

As a matter of fact, I did. “Haha, Yeah, I guess so.” My mind was buzzing from the pot. I was having a hard time concentrating, my mind reeling. But not Tony, he seemed to have gotten extremely horny. His hands kept roaming around my body.

He was massaging my abs when he asked, “How ya feelin’? Little buzzed?”

“Definitely.” I replied. “Kind of spacing out.”

“My boy. Little light weight! Hahahaha!” he bellowed. As his laughter died his hand remained on my stomach. “I love your body. It gets me real hot. I can almost count you six pack with my fingers.” He traced his way around my abs with his finger tips.

“I like your hands on me.” After hearing that his hand move around my waist and pulled me close to him, pinned my body up against his. My crotch pressing against his belly. Our chests together, face to face. He nuzzled his nose against my cheek and brushed his lips across mine. I closed my eyes as he began to suck on my lower lip. He used his lips to open mine, his tongue flicking across my gums. He was a surprisingly gentle kisser. Mean while his hands move around my lower back, pulling my shirt up. One hand found its way down the back of my pants. That big rough mitt squeezing and kneading my ass. I opened my mouth and Tony seized the opportunity. Thrusting his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. His middle finger found its way between my cheeks and pressed on my hole.

A little panicked, my hands on his shoulders pushed us apart, breaking our embrace. I didn’t really want it to stop, I was just surprised, as no one had ever touched me there. But that wasn’t going to stop Tony. “Now, now, boy. Just let Daddy pleasure you.” His hand in my pants reached down and gripped my grundle area. He lift me and pressed me close to him. In one strong, forceful, motion he was on top of me. He went right back to kissing me. I was a little worried about how cavalier he was with my body, but I was quickly overwhelmed with a strong sexual desire to be his. His ability to take me was exactly why I was attracted to him.

He laid on top of me and we kissed. It seemed like we kissed for a long time. Lips caressing each other, tongues wrestling, exploring. Tony broke our embrace and began kissing his way down to my chest, while his hands pushed my shirt up my body. He kissed my smooth skin, flicking my nipples with his tongue. Sending shivers down my spine. Suddenly, I realized where I was, what I was doing. My head swimming from the pot. I put my hand on my head and mumbled, “God, I’m high.”

Tony stopped and sat up. “Hmmm, maybe you need to come down a bit. How ’bout a father-son shower?”

I really didn’t know how to respond to that. I was second guessing my decison to come here. But I was reminded about how long I had dreamed of this. How much nerved it took me to come here. I couldn’t back down now. “Yeah? That sounds…hot.”

“Yeah it does, boy.” He got off the couch, his massive frame standing over me. “Lets go, son.”

I followed him to his spacious bathroom. He had a large glass shower. Mark leaned in and turned the water on. The glass cube quickly filled with steam. As I was looking around his bathroom, Mark pressed himself up against my back. For the first time I felt that unmistakable bulge in his pants as it was rubbing against my back and ass. He reached down and pulled my shirt up. I raised my arms to accommodate. My shirt thrown to the ground, Tony’s big arms encircled me. His left hand rubbing my torso, the right reached down and began massaging my cock through my pants. Rubbing me hard and fast while he kissed my neck. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and moaned.

Then, both his hands moved to my belt. In a few swift motions I felt the cool bathroom air rush to meet my naked genitals. His hands moved to my shoulders as he took a step back. Looking down he let out a low whistle. “Nice ass.” Tony said while admiring me. “Put your hands on the sink.” He said with a commanding air to his voice. My mind raced as I hurried to obey. Was this it? Is he going to take me? I wondered. Leaning on the counter I waited for him to spread me. But it didn’t come. I looked over my shoulder to see Mark standing there, kneading an enourmous bulge through his pants. His eyes glued to my ass. It was smooth and hairless, just like we had talked about.

Deciding to tease him I began to shift my weight from one foot to the other. Swaying my ass from side to side, letting one hip dip then popping my ass back up. Tony’s hand darted out and slapped me hard on the right cheek. “Get in the shower, boy.” I turned, stepped out of my crumpled pants, and brushed by Tony. Walking on my toes I kissed him, our tongues mingled. His open hand made hard contact with my ass. Squeezed, then shoved me towards the shower. “Get in there, boy.” Tony commanded. “Get real nice and wet for me.”

Opening the shower door I paused, half in the shower, “Yes…Daddy.” And I turned and stepped in to the wet, steamy, embrace of the hot shower.