The bar was noisy and crowded. My friends had all paired off with their potential hookups. I was fucking horny but losing hope. I downed the last of my beer and headed for the door. Across the street was a small plaza with a few benches surrounding a tiny pond. I parked myself on a bench and lit up a cigarette. As I sucked in that first drag of nicotine, I heard a deep voice right behind me.
"Not giving up yet, are ya cubby?"
Even though the intonation was friendly, he spoke with a rich, deep growl. My god, what a sexy voice. I started to chub up before he had made his way around the end of the bench and sat down next to me. I guessed he was about 55. He had 20 years on me. His leather cap was perched on a shaved head. A bushy dark beard dominated his face. His piercing green eyes were focused directly on me.
I realized I should be saying something. The words weren't coming out. I nervously rolled my smoke between my fingers. He broke into a smile. His eyes were riveted to mine. He slid closer and casually draped his arm over the back of the bench behind me. He was too close. I couldn't get out my words but my cock was rock hard in my jeans. I just keep staring into his eyes.
"Cubby, I've been watching you for the last hour in there. It seemed you were scoping out the younger guys. I didn't know if an old daddy had a shot. When you got up to go, I followed you. I couldn't take my eyes off your ass in those Levis."
I wanted to tell him he could have my ass. I wanted to tell him that his voice was making my balls tingle. I wanted to reach over and touch his beard. Finally, I summoned up the courage to speak.
"I wasn't really interested in those younger guys, man. Given the choice, I'd go after a beefy daddy every time."
I knew I was blushing. I just felt relieved that I'd managed to get some words out. Should I have called him a beefy daddy? He did have a very sexy belly. I was imagining it covered in dark fur. I was hoping that when he unbuttoned his shirt there would be a wall of fur from his beard all the way down to his...
"Do you need to tell your friends that you're leaving?"
"Huh?"
"Come on, little cubby. Let's go have some fun."
My friends wouldn't even know I was gone. He stood up and reached out for my hand. He pulled me up and held my head in both hands. The kiss was quick and intense. He put one hand on my shoulder and leaned back to look me over.
"Is that hard on for me, cubby?"
I looked down and saw my stubby, fat cock making a tent in my jeans. Far from being embarrassed, I was happy to show him the effect he was having on me.
"Yessir. It is definitely because of you."
"Not what I asked, cub. I asked if it was mine. Is it for me? Are you going to let your daddy be in charge of that big old bulge for tonight?"
"Yessir. Please, Sir."
I had no idea where he was taking me. We walked with his arm casually around my shoulder. He told me to trust him. He told me that he knew just what I needed. He told me to relax. He told me he was going to take care of everything.
"Do you trust me, cubby?"
"Yes"
"What?"
"Yes, Sir"
"That's better, cubby. Daddy is in charge now."
We'd had walked several blocks. His arm around my shoulder was reassuring. His gravelly voice continued to penetrate me. The reverberations ended between my legs. He steered me into the opening to an alley. I had no concerns for my safety as long I he had hold of me. As we entered the shadows, he turned to me and backed me up against the building. His tongue was suddenly down my throat. I could feel his weight against me. He ground his hips and i felt his groin against my cock. I had been rock hard since our meeting in the plaza. I was suddenly aware of the pure mass of his cock as he thrust his hips into me. I felt his hand slide down my back. Wedged against the brick wall, I felt his hand slide inside my jeans. He pushed further and his finger was on my hole. At first rubbing and circling my pucker, then he slid a fat finger inside of me. He was still kissing me passionately and rubbing his cock against mine, as his finger rotated back and forth. He pulled back from the kiss. He looked into my eyes and unexpectedly he spit forcefully in my face. Then with a smile, he retrieved his finger from my hole. He scooped up his saliva and returned his hand to my ass. The finger then sliced through my sphincter and drove in to the hilt. I felt like I was melting into the wall. I just gave in. I just gave up control.
"Last chance to back out, cub. It feels to me like your ass wants more. Am I right, baby boy?"
"Yes. Yes, Sir!"
"Good boy."
The entrance to his loft was further down the alley. The entry was clean but sparse. We walked past the old freight elevator and took the stairs to the third floor. This was a working loft. A workshop was visible to the right. As we turned to the left, there was a comfortable seating area and a compact kitchen. The walls were all brick and corrugated metal. Past the sofas and dining table there was a tall, sheer curtain that extended across the width of the loft. He held my shoulders, indicating that I was to stay right where I was. He sat back on one of the sofas and put his boots up on the coffee table. He never took his eyes off of me.
"I want you to take care off your clothes for me."
"Yes, Sir"
"Nice and slow. We're not in a hurry now. Let's start with the belt, cubby. Remove your belt and toss it to me."
Surprisingly I wasn't self conscious. I unclasped my wide leather belt and pulled it through the loops in one swift motion. Then I rolled it up and gently tossed it to him.
"Shirt next, boy."
There was a time when my belly would have embarrassed me. Now I was proud how round and proportionate it was. I slide the shirt off my shoulders and when I held it up, he indicated that I should just drop it to the floor. I'd been going to the gym more often. I wasn't yet a muscle cub; but my arms and shoulders where beginning to show some definition through the bulk. My chest was cover with curly hair. It then tapered down to a wispy trail across my belly and down into my jeans.
"Leave your boots on, for now, cubby. Unbutton your pants and leave them at your ankles."
I popped the buttons and slowly pushed my jeans down as far as they would go. Then I looked him in the eyes for further instruction. I could tell that my cock had been leaking in my jock, I wondered if he could see the wet spot in the white fabric. I hoped he wouldn't mind that my belly rolled over the top of the waistband in the front.
"You are perfect, boy. You are just what your daddies are needing. Now turn around and show me that magnificent ass."
As I turned, something didn't seem right. Did he say daddies? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the freight elevator whirring to life.
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