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Hookup 6: Daddy Bear, by Lance Davids

[As a story told to Lance by Russ/Russobear/Red, the particulars are not actual. Since this is a work of fiction, all the names and details are invented.]

I'd come to Clan Gathering in Oklahoma City to get with the agenda. My life so far had been given to careerism. With my Ph.D. in organic, I was on the tenure track in the chemistry department at Sangamon State. So now I was free to deal with my main concern, working out my sexual persona currently somewhere between twink and kink. Who knew? I did have leanings to get with some daddy bear who'd show me the ropes, so to speak. I mean more than the juvenile stuff I'd been doing.

I'd fooled around frotwise, joint jerked, 69ed, blown and been blown, finger fucked, even tasted ass. They were all okay to good. But never curled my toes the way a well-masturbated fantasy made me tremble and cum happy. Informed by porn, I had a great imagination. Now I wanted the real thing. Physicality.

Three days with 500 assorted bears, cowboys and leather men certainly stirred my blood. But so far, no score. I determined to not leave alone that Saturday night. And the Underbear Furball held every promise of me getting lucky. The troops gyrated to the heavy throb of Slaves of Industry doing their signature song, "Your Ass Is Mine." The drumming and electronics ricocheted off the bleak brick walls of the old warehouse. Lightning strobes and cruising search lights stimmed the brotherhood to higher and higher peaks of testosterone buzz. If the rest of the crew were half as hot and horny as I felt, there'd be a bottleneck of orgy-porgy getting out the exit at closing time.

One daddy had my attention. Among the range of undress, he wore work boots, bulky white socks, a metallic band on his right bicep, and more leather in the two cuffs snapped on his wrists than in the sparse triangle that covered his worthy lunchbox. He was under forty, dark, possibly Middle Eastern, with swarms of black hair on his high pectorals, tight abdomen, and ham hock legs. His head, mustache and beard were full of the same blackness, but trimmed. He jived and messed around in place, swinging his arms wide and shaking his bubblelicious bum side to the pile-driving Slaves' lyrics.

Don't you run, don't you hide;

Sure's your booty, I'm coming inside.

Your ass is mine!

With all his black bear, hunky, hairy, daddy manliness, it was his brilliant blue eyes and flashing white teeth that caught me. This guy obviously loved life, loved putting himself into the wild wonderment of flesh and sex and the mad music of joyous carnality.

I boogied my way in front of him so that, given he could see through his ecstatic trance, he'd notice me. My challenge was to make him want me like I wanted him. I trusted that three months of faithfulness at the gym would now pay off.

Barefoot, I wore trashed, cut off cotton long johns that clung to my pelvic haunches and rounded ass cheeks. Thanks to the worn elastic, they rode low on my muscled frame. My pubes showed, a bush of red at the base of the sternum trail to my field of chest hair, and a couple centimeters of ass crack invited further inspection at the back. I played with myself, in front of him, running my fingers up the Red River Road to my pecs, holding my nipples, pulling my golden red main back from my Nordic face, my arms back like a butterfly, my hairy pits exposed. Stealing glimpses, I saw I had his gaze.

Down to my waistband, thumbs inside to tease it from my frame, millimeter by millimeter. I pivoted and rocked my buttocks, shaking those moons at him as never before.

Made for fun, made for pride; Here's my booty; just come inside. My ass is yours!

I dropped my shorts and did a total mess around in front of him, ending by bending over, locking my hands on my ankles and waving my butt, entry hole foremost in his direction.

I felt hands on my waist and a leather codpiece grinding at my backdoor. I stood, turned, and we put our arms around one another. Daddy kissed me, his tongue lashing in my laving mouth.

'Okay, Red, you asked for it. You're going to have the fuck of your life.'

'I'm ready,' I said.

'Come with me.'

We left my skivvies on the floor, and he pushed me through the jouncing crowd, past the huddles in the hallway and parking lot and to his open top jeep. He pulled on shorts over his cockpit and gave me a t-shirt to avoid being stopped for nudity. Before we left the parking lot, he held me by the neck and planted a huge wet kiss that stopped my breath for a few seconds.

'You a virgin?'

'Does it show?'

'Thought so. Okay, though; we'll work it out.'

He lived in an older style house, two stories with a front porch. As we walked from the drive, I saw two men relaxing on the porch. One looked a youth in short, shorts; the other was a silver bear - bald, longish white bearded, chest and torso matted with gray hair, about sixty. Upon proximity, I saw he was clothed only in his considerable pelt.

'Who have you brought home tonight?' the older man wondered.

'This is Red,' Daddy said. 'He's eager to get his ass fucked.' Daddy pulled my t-shirt up to my shoulders and pivoted me.

Both guys seemed to brighten. 'Mighty fine,' the white beard said; the kid readjusted his seat.

'Red, this mate, Pa, goes by White Tornado; and this is my kid, Son, goes by Hot Teddy. My handle is Grizzly Adam.'

'And you, Pa asked, 'shall we call you Red?'

'I think we should call him Bear Bait,' Son said.

'It's Russobear,' I said, but I'm used to Red.'

Daddy shouted, 'Victory; I was right!' He paused, then said, 'Okay, Teddy, fetch us some cold ones.' I saw when he passed, that Hot Teddy, however young, had the markings of bear on him, a flush of sandy hair to his pubes to navel, and a similar patch fielded on his upper chest.

Daddy motioned me to the glider, next to Pa, and when Teddy returned with a couple 6-packs of Samuel Adams, he sat on the other side of me, a cozy fit. We all pulled on our beers for a few moments of satisfying silence before my two companions began to feel me up from either side - knees, thighs, between my legs. They raised the T to take another gander at my pecs and nuzzled the nipples. 'Well done,' they said, nodding at Daddy.

'Welcome to the house of the three bears,' Daddy said to me. 'We should tell you our routine. Here we share and share alike. We are a line family, started by grandpa, Bearded Bare, who unfortunately is no longer with us except that his ashes are scattered in the back garden.

'It's assigned to me to be the scout or hunter for our little family. I bring home the new meat. Once here, our prize can join in our feast by choosing or by chance. What is your preference.'

'I'm a bit dazed,' I said. 'Your generosity is more than I expected. I wanted a go with Daddy Adam, but now that I've witnessed your hospitality, I think the host should choose.' Turning to Adam, I said, ' Daddy, you decide.'

'Fair enough. Since you wanted me, I think it best to let the anticipation and energy build. Teddy, you go first; get him juiced up. Then Pa can have a go, and by then Red will be up to me. Okay?'

Everyone nodded. Very agreeable, I thought.

We drank a second beer and continued to swing slowly on the glider. Teddy and Pa still had their hands on me, and I didn't know if I was starting to fly from the beer, seduction or motion dizziness.

Teddy stood up and reached a hand to me. 'Come on, Russo, I'll show you around.' He supplied us a third beer and led me through a cool, tasteful and comfortable looking house, outfitted with a plush front room, country dining room, French style kitchen. Then the back porch. He dropped his shorts there, showing his elegant cock; well proportioned, I mean. He pulled off my T and we entered the garden nude, sucking back our beers. The heavy scent of stargazer lilies and moonflowers, under a silvery moon, made me feel high, easy and romantic. The warm air on naked skin helped a lot. So did Teddy's hand that rested on my backside from time to time, slipping from my shoulder blades to my butt.

Teddy stopped our tour along the grass paths amidst the flowers and shrubs, held me, and kissed. He massaged my neck, arms, and back. We swayed amidst the flowers and I felt him grow hard against my swelling cock.

'Come to the hot tub,' Teddy said. But first we pissed into the cotoneaster before he led me to a screened breezeway between the garage and back porch. Side by side, we got in the hot, bubbling water that at first took my breath away. He had his arm around my shoulders in a brotherly way and continued to feel and fondle me with his free left hand. I reciprocated back at him.

We kissed often and longingly and carried on a minimum of chitchat. He was seventeen, Adam's actual son by artificial insemination, and the actual grandson of old Pa, the natural father of Son's birth mother, conceived before White Tornado admitted that he was bent the wrong way. Hot Teddy didn't do incest with his elders, 'though we are very affectionate with one another,' he said. No matter, they'd kept him well supplied with snatch since he was twelve. At that rate, he had a lot of experience ahead of me.

'Come up to my room,' he said. We padded back through the house and up the front stairs to a square bedroom with two big windows looking out on the drive and row of columnar arborvitae. Soft nightlights illuminated the double bed. We stretched out on the coverlet and turned inwards towards one another.

Our lovemaking was slow, tender and exploratory. Teddy had teasing fingertips and sensitive lips. He began licking my nipples as he pressed under my ball sack and after two minutes I was twitching and bucking with the unendurable pleasure of it.

Teddy raised my legs over his shoulders and dove for my scrotum. He licked and sucked his way down my crack growing increasing wet and wild. I felt him munching towards my roseola, then doing the lickety licks there. Teddy was fucking me with his tongue, opening me in the most delicious way.

He ran a hand over me, gathering my sweat and precum and adding it to his own supply. I knew he was positioning himself to enter me. He slid in and I welcomed him into my once virgin territory. My first time fucked and it was by a boy, but at lest one who had left twinkhood far behind in his many forays into man country.

He pivoted his probe into me, swinging his hips in a steady motion, rocking his pronger in and out. It tingled in me, better than any finger fuck or the one time I'd dildoed myself. Teddy boy was expert, a real pro. Knowing his experience made me all the more welcoming to his cherry-busting rod up my ass.

'Do you want to come?' he asked.

'I could have you do this forever,' I answered.

'Um, Russo, it doesn't work that way,' he said. 'What if I just come and you go on to Pa?'

'I guess.'

'Okay, hold on.' Teddy began his internal stroking of me faster and harder.

He grabbed my cockhead and pinched off the glans. Just as he came shuddering and hot within me, he killed the buzzing in my own 'nads.

He fell back on the bed and brought my head up to his spunky slit to clean him off. 'Lick me,' Teddy said. And so I tasted his spice laced with the slime of my own innards.

'Ooh,' he cooed, 'umm.' He squirmed and nestled, caressing my back. 'You were great, man, a perfect fuck in my book. Now it's time to go on to Pa. Gramp's room is at the head of the stairs. He'll be waiting for you.'

I moved out of bed, a little stiffly and ambled down the hall to the front bedroom, wondering if I was supposed to knock. But the door was open. Faint light came in through the two big windows from the street lamp out front. I could see old Pa in a recliner; he looked like he was dozing. I crept towards him.

'Sonny boy,' he greeted softly, 'I trust our Teddy showed you a good time.'

'Yes, Pa; he most certainly did.'

'Now it's my turn to do the same.' He reached for me and pulled me to him on the recliner. 'First, give me some of that great head of which I know you must be capable.' He guided me, my head between his open hands, to his tangle of thatch where I knew some fine salami must lie dormant. He smelled tantalizingly musty or woodsy, not the odor of spiced cologne, but the natural odor of joyous and frequent sex. I lifted his tool into my mouth, spongy and flexible as the sausage it resembled. I had it back to my throat and began to stroke it with my tongue, lips and sucked in cheeks, moving my head on its growing heftiness and length.

'Sonny-baby, I knew you could get me hard. The good old days are still with me. Come up to me so I can give you a big kiss of gratitude.' As I raised my head, he lifted me under the arm pits, first kissing and licking my nipples, then slobbering in my mouth, running with the juices of Teddy's come, my shit chute, Gramp's precum, and my saliva on top of his. 'Ah, penis breath; there's nothing like it.'

He had me up to him with my feet on the floor. And expertly he positioned me over the rod I had got up into the air. His cock was into me, it's way in lubed with Teddy's laving and shooting. 'Okay, Sonny my lover boy, you're now in charge of the fuck. Ride this White Tornado all the way to Oz and you'll never want to go home again.'

Because I straddled him and could raise and lower myself on my knees, my ass gripped his schlong comfortably, and I could ride it in long strokes, slow and steady before picking up increasing speed. 'Do you want to cum?' Pa asked as his grandson had.

'Let's do this as long as we can,' I said.

'Then take this,' and from somewhere he snapped a leather strap from under my testicles around to the top root of my tool that cozied in his belly of hair and heat. I knew it was a cockring though I'd never had one, but could feel how it contained the bees in my basket from going to wild and swarming forth.

I don't know how long I danced on him, but after some minutes, he moaned, then groaned, then gagged inarticulately for a long time before he jolted under me, lifting me as he arched backwards in the recliner and shot buckets into me. I lay across his chest, caressing and kissing him, enjoying the silky feel of his long, fine furrows of hair.

'Sonny-bunny, you gave such good head at the start; now lick me clean.' And I did, a man of tasty seasoned spunk. He held my head as I sucked up the area like a power vac. 'You are a keeper,' he said.

I helped him stand, and he said, 'Now you're on to my number one son. Do you think you might shoot prematurely?'

'I can't tell, loving Pa.'

'Let me help you.' He led me to the bathroom. After turning on the very bright lights, he took surgical gloves out of the cabinet, swabbed my nipples with alcohol or some other disinfectant and deftly pierced each one with a fine wire that once through he fashioned into a hooked circle. His acupuncture of me all happened in seconds. But the shock of the piercing immediately took away my erection and any pressure from my aching balls.

'You'll find Adam in the basement. Go back to the kitchen and just inside there's a door to the stairs going down. He's waiting for you. And I know he wants you.'

As soon as I opened the cellar door, I smelled that old, damp, cool smell of earth, leaf mold, aged dust and dead insects. The light to the bottom of the stairs was dim, but a bluish light shown from the next room. A grilled door like a jail cell stood between the rooms; it opened to my push but creaked in a ghostly way. Once inside I saw I was in a longer chamber, a dungeon with chains, whips, clamps, and other assorted implements on the wall. My beloved Daddy was at the end. He was stretched across a webbed mat that four chains suspended from the ceiling. He was nude except for a black jock strap - I could tell it was Bike since it was worn inside out - and a black leather hood over his head eyes and ears. Each of his arms and legs was strapped to one of the four chains. His ass, up to the edge of the mat, was just at the level of my pubes. A butt plug was in his asshole.

Daddy said in a calm, firm voice, 'Just take out the butt plug, stuff it in my mouth, and do me.'

'I thought you'd be fucking me,' I protested.

'Just take out the butt plug, stuff it in my mouth, and do me,' he said as before.

'But - .'

'Just do me. You've been fucked enough for right now, and its me who craves to be fucked.'

I transferred the plug. I ran my hands over his hirsute chest and abdomen. I felt for him inside his jock strap. I sucked him through his jock strap. Nothing seemed to get me erect. Then I realized I still had the cockring on. I unsnapped the leather contraption and massaged my frazzled balls. Sure thing, John Thomas began to respond, and I jacked myself up in about a minute. I explored through Daddy's sphincter with my middle finger. He was well oiled; something the plug had kept in place.

I still didn't feel right about plugging my Daddy, but I'd worked myself up for it so with my whanger guided by hand I began its probe into him. Instant delight. He was hot, lusciously wet, and a fit like a glove, better than any hand job or head I'd had. I thought of my last two fucks, fantasizing that I had Teddy and Gramps cocks in me at the same time as I whammed his Grizzly in turn. I held Daddy's legs to minimize the swaying of the sling and began to rock my ass, pumping my palooza into him. How long had it been since we messed with one another on the dance floor, his brisket at my backdoor?

Daddy groaned around his plugged mouth and began to pull his torso by his confined arms and legs. He made charged gagging sounds as though trying to cry in rapture or anguish I couldn't tell. I could feel the spasmodic tug of his muscles within him and then the rise of my own gizz coursing through the tubes that would percolate out my prick slit. Suddenly I realized the confinement of the jockstrap on him and I pulled it down freeing the upward spring of his joystick and the explosion of his balls. I watched in holy awe the convulsion of his gonads and the sudden eruption of his cum just as mine flooded within him. I bucked uncontrollably, suddenly released after hours of foreplay on my third fuck, except I was the fucker; I was the Daddy.

I cleaned up Adam as I had the others. Then I unchained him and finally removed his gag. After massaged his wrists and arms, ankles and legs, I helped him to his feet. We trudged up the stairs and managed a joint shower. His bedroom was at the garden side, the back of the house, holding a king-size bed. We cuddled together and I slept instantly. Sometime as the birds came alive at dawn, Adam fucked me. It was heaven as though all his muscles were pumping within me.

Later in the light of midmorning, I realized that Adam was fondling me on the left side, Pa on the right, and Teddy nibbling at my nuts. Before they were through, I had Adam's cock humping my mouth as he rimmed Pa who returned head on me, and Teddy tongue fucking me in the most extraordinary way.

Afterwards, Pa said, 'I suppose I must go make porridge,' which turned out to be steak, sweet potato fries, eggs benedict with homemade hollandaise sauce, and assorted beverages. Later we all went back to the hotel to swim and cavort in the pool a bit and collect my stuff. I was with them for four more days, but finally had to break away.

Fucking or getting fucked three or more times in a day was more than I could handle. It was time to mate with a daddy of my own or become one.