Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2001 14:24:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: WorshipsMuscleChubs <worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Daddy Bear

All the usual disclaimers apply.  Please respect my ownership of this tale
and do not circulate it without my permission.  As always, if you enjoy it
please feel free to write me at worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com for some
friendly chat.  --WMC


				 Prologue

	This is a true account of my first meeting with the only man I've
ever experienced whose masculinity I felt eclipsed my own and not one of
those fantasies about supermen with sixteen-inch dicks that you can't get
your hand around.  You might find them fun to read about but they are,
after all, only fantasy.  This is reality where 'big' means what you will
actually find readily available in that category...more than seven but less
than nine.  The dialogue is as real as I can recall it after almost four
years have passed, so please don't expect to read anything remotely
resembling "EAT that man dick, pussy boy!".  This man was the most
nurturing, mentoring kind of lover you can possibly imagine and I thank my
lucky stars that I was fortunate enough to meet and experience him.  The
sex is unprotected, but only because we had proof that we were both HIV-.
I strongly believe you should never go without protection with ANYONE who
can't produce that for you with absolute certainty of its authenticity.
That said, I hope you enjoy this slice of my actual life.



			      THE DADDY BEAR
				  -by WMC


	He was definitely what you call a man's man; silver hair, hazel
eyes, a still youthful looking 61 years of age, about five feet ten inches
tall and perhaps 245 solid pounds of broad-shouldered, thick-chested,
incredibly masculine 'daddy'.  He bore a strong resemblance in the face to
one of my favorite actors, but his body was much more compact and sturdy.
He strode through the door into a party I was attending and we immediately
took notice of one another.

	Soon we were sitting across from each other in the living room and
getting acquainted while the other party-goers mixed and mingled around us.
At first I thought he might simply be a gay-friendly straight man because
I'd never met a gay man so rugged and masculine, but I was delightfully
mistaken on that count.  He was all man and, I quickly learned, strictly
into men.  It had been exactly as I hoped - a case of lust at first sight
for the both of us.

	I've always loved men in beards and have one myself, but this man
was clean shaven with a beard so heavy it permanently marked his face with
its outline - something that can turn me on even more than a man who has
grown his out.  It somehow says something to me about a man's level of
confidence.  As we talked I couldn't help noticing how completely his balls
packed the crotch of his trousers, and the sound of his deep voice rumbling
up from his powerful looking chest had me melting except for my raging
hard-on.  We eventually parted and circulated the party, but always managed
to find occasions to briefly interact with each other again.  Upon leaving
I gave him my phone number and told him how much I hoped to hear from him.

	Within a couple of days the phone rang.  It was him and that voice
soon had me standing in the den once more sporting a hard-on that
threatened to rip my pants.  By the time I hung up I had a date to come to
his house the next day to get sexually acquainted.  It would be the first
of several such encounters I would have with him and probably the most
sexually profound experience of my life.

	I was a bit nervous when I arrived.  I'm not what I consider a
terribly promiscuous man and, while I had always found the men I'd
encountered attractive, I had never been faced with the prospect of sex
with a man quite this handsome, masculine and ruggedly built.  He invited
me in and we made some slightly awkward chitchat as we lustfully looked
each other over.  Simultaneously sensing the need to advance our encounter
we both stood and almost cautiously approached one another.

	"You're a big man," he said with nervous excitement in his deep
voice as he ran his hands over my shoulders.

	He was right.  I am.  At a height of six feet one inch I stood
about three inches taller than he did.  I was then 43 years of age and had
spent the better part of 30 years lifting free weights for recreation.  I
don't have the kind of defined muscularity of a bodybuilder because I have
always stuck with basic strength building lifts.  Thus I have acquired more
the kind of muscular bulk of a weightlifter.  I have always admired strong
looking men with nice bellies and, at my then 243 pounds, I was proud of
the physical presence I had developed.

	We embraced for a long, deep kiss and when I felt the strength in
his thick arms as he wrapped them around me I reciprocated with a hug that
was equally if not more forceful.  He stepped back and smiled knowingly as
he began unbuttoning my shirt.  When he took it off of me he whistled long
and slow, running his strong hands over the contours of my large, mostly
smooth chest.  I followed his finger with my eyes as he let it trail over
the convexity of my firm, fuzzy belly, at which point I saw a thick bulge
in his crotch with a huge wet spot at the bottom of it.  He looked down at
it too and when he raised his face to me again that knowing smile had
become the slightest bit sheepish.  He took me by my hands and silently
walked backward in front of me as he led me down a short hallway and into
his bedroom.

	"You have the neatest muscles.  What are these?" he asked, running
his hands up to my neck from my shoulders.

	"They're called trapezius muscles...traps for short," I replied.

	"They're very manly," he said.

	We embraced again for another kiss.  I pulled away and stripped his
shirt off of him.  He was beautiful!  He didn't have the kind of thickness
I've gained from working out, but a more natural and manly thickness that
only good genes and years of manual labor can give a man.  His chest was
strong and solid without the telltale pecs you get from lifting weights,
and it framed the firm roundness of his belly in a most masculine way.  His
front was not matted with fur but more decorated with just the right amount
in all the right places, allowing me a clear view of those classic
half-dollar-sized nipples you always read about in these erotic stories.
He turned to close the blinds in the window and I could see a dusting of
hair on his broad upper back.

	He turned to face me again and sucked his gorgeous, hairy gut up to
unfasten his pants.  I did likewise and shamelessly ogled the hard-on that
strained at his briefs as he shucked off his khaki trousers.  The weak
elastic in the leggings of his underwear could barely contain his balls.
Once out of my jeans I knelt before him and slowly pulled his briefs down
onto his thighs, almost dumbstruck at what sprang out.  This was the kind
of dick you usually see in porn flicks attached to twinkish boys you have
absolutely no interest in.  But on this man it was a sight so
breathtakingly beautiful I could not keep my glee from showing on my face
as I studied the cord- like veins that stood out along the thick shaft.

	Having over seven inches of length and more than five inches of
girth I had been the better-hung man in all of my previous sexual
encounters.  What I was staring at had to be at least an inch longer and,
though I have no idea how big around this would equate to, it was easily
half an inch wider than mine.  It was so incredibly long and thick that my
hand literally shook as I took hold of the beast and felt its manly heft.
I've never been too concerned with size really, but being confronted with a
dick that practically dwarfed my own definitely put me in touch with the
"boy" inside who had longed in vain to play with a set of adult-sized male
genitals.

	My admiration in full bloom I aimed it at my mouth and smeared my
lips in the clear fluid that seeped from the slit in the broad, blunt head.
Then I pinned it to his belly with one hand and slipped the other behind
the huge balls that lay on his thighs.  I pulled them out toward my mouth
and gave them a tongue bath like I have never given another man.  I then
squeezed the base of his thick shaft.  As the head ballooned and turned
crimson in color I used my tongue to smear his pre-cum over its smooth,
rubbery surface.

	"Easy there," he said with a laugh as he reached down to help me
up, "let's try to make this last a while."

	Once standing I embraced him again and felt the head of that
magnificent dick nestle between my thighs.

	"Sorry," I replied, "I've just never been with a man hung bigger
than me before and I'm feeling a little...inspired, I guess."

	We kissed again and he gently pushed me back onto his bed.
Straddling my legs he leaned over me and slid his hands around my waist.
Then, in an humbling display of his strength, he deftly lifted my hips and
peeled my underwear down to my knees in one swift movement.  His eyes lit
up as my hard-on sprung free, slapping my lower belly and resting back down
on my hip.  He leaned down, resting on his elbows, then kissed my balls and
ran his tongue over the length of my shaft.  He stood his torso up on his
arms and smiled at me, his massive balls swaying hypnotically between his
powerful thighs, then crawled on top of me and slid his enormous meat up
onto my belly.  His scrotum draped over mine as his balls settled into the
crevice formed by my thighs and he began hunching his dick up against mine
between our bellies.

	"This is going to be v-e-r-y nice," he commented with a confident
smile.

	He rolled off to my side and lay on his back, then grabbed the base
of his dick and stood it up.  I stood mine up and admired how much
noticeably bigger his was.  With our free hands we began to stroke each
other.  I broke out in chills at the remarkable thickness and beautiful
shape of his erection.  It felt velvety smooth in my hand and filled my
grip so completely I could have happily lain there just jacking him off
till the end of time, but I knew that more wonderful things were in store
for me.

	I let go of his dick and took hold at the wrist of the hand he'd
had around its base.  I then let go of my hard-on and held my hand up,
placing his against it.  I was amazed to see that it entirely outlined
mine.  I pressed his thumb, almost as thick as my flaccid penis, to my lips
and briefly sucked on it.  Then I scooted down in the bed till I could lay
my head on his stomach and began nursing on the head of his dick while my
right hand ran over its length and fondled his enormous ball sac.  He laid
one of his hands on my head and sighed in contentment as he ran his fingers
through my hair.  From my sideways approach to taking the head of his
swollen organ in my mouth I was helpless to avoid its tremendous thickness
with my teeth.  Time became suspended and I have no idea how long I lay
against him sucking on his magnificent tool.  I strained my jaws not to
abrade him too much and reveled in the security I felt.

	Eventually I got on top of him and tongue-fucked his hairy navel.
His large, brown nipples looked incredibly delicious so I crawled up his
sturdy frame and began alternately sucking on them.  Then, his arms behind
his head, I observed the thick convexity of his furry armpits and began
teasing them with my tongue.  When I felt his dick begin pressing harder
into my gut I scooted up high enough on him to free it and reached back to
stand it up.  Then I eased back until its great length nestled into the
spread crack of my ass.  My dick and balls ground into the firmness of his
belly as I worked my butt against his hard-on.

	"What a beauty!" he announced as he wrapped a hand around the head
of my cock and let me pump it into his warm fist.

	Then he giggled a little and remarked, "You know, I have a friend
who spends weeks at a time cruising the park for dicks like yours.  He
would kill to be in my place right now."

	"You're kidding...considering the size of yours I didn't figure I
made much of an impression on you," I said, clearly surprised.

	He pressed his free hand to my chest until I sat upright on him and
then pushed the hand still on my dick down into my pubic fat.

	"It's hard for something like this to not make an impression on
you.  I've seen some awful big dicks that weren't as big as mine," he said
as he noisily slapped my hard-on between our bellies.

	"Ever seen one that was bigger than yours?" I had to ask.

	"Once.  The size differential was probably twice the difference
between you and me.  It was beautiful to look at, but there wasn't much
else you could do with it.  It was so fat I could hardly even get suction
on it," he began.

	I studied the lines that creased his handsome face and listened as
he worked his hand up and down over my length while finishing his story.
Then I leaned down until my hard-on was tightly sandwiched between our guts
and peppered his manly jowls with kisses.

	"You tease me with these kisses," he said as he took my head in his
powerful hands and drove his tongue into my mouth.

	When he freed me from his grasp I laid my face against his and ran
my hands over his broad shoulders.  I could feel the head of his dick
between my buttocks and began clenching them on it.

	"God!  You feel so good!" I said while hunching my erection between
us.

	In response he wrapped his powerful arms around me and tightly
hugged me against him.  With the warmth of his thick, hairy torso against
my smooth skin, the strength of his arms as they held me, and the pressure
of his rigid member against my exposed sphincter I felt completely
enveloped in his masculinity.

	"Prop yourself up against the head board.  I want you to see what a
turn on it's going to be for me to suck a dick as long and fat as yours," I
said as I climbed off of him.

	He blushed a little as he complied with my instruction.  When he
spread his thighs I watched with almost child-like amazement as his huge
nut sac rolled down onto the mattress between them.  I straddled his right
leg and let my dick and balls slide down to its inside.  Then I began
sucking and nibbling on his enormous bag, rolling his balls around with my
tongue.  I started to suck one of them into my mouth but just before it was
halfway in I discovered I couldn't get my teeth far enough apart to take it
all the way.  He caught his breath with a sharp gasp as I tried only once
to create enough suction on it to force it past them.  So I gave up and
just lay there kissing and sucking on the massive orbs until they were
covered in my drool.  He beamed that warm, grandfatherly smile of his down
on me as he stood his timber up at its base and I giggled like a schoolboy
while he confidently thumped it against my face.  I took it in my hand and
began licking my way up its generous length until my nose reached the
bloated head, where I faintly detected my odor.

	With my tongue I liberally coated it in my saliva before taking it
into my mouth, almost coming from the thrill of tasting myself on him.  My
left hand was tightly wrapped around the base and I tried to slide my lips
down the vein-ribbed shaft to meet it.  I didn't quite get there before it
pressed for entry into my throat and made me gag.  I came up a couple of
inches but determinedly stayed on his turgid organ to try a few more times
in vain.  Finally I turned my gaze up to his face and started an up and
down rhythm that intentionally showcased his impressively large size for
him, repeatedly pulling almost all the way off of it before driving back
down for every inch I could possibly stuff in my mouth.

	Every so often I couldn't resist trying to get it down into my
throat but its magnificent thickness was just too much for me.  Each time I
pressed the back of my throat down onto the head I could feel his shaft
thicken from the compression and tug at my lips.  I would hold that
position for as long as I could stand it to show off his fantastic girth.
The modesty he had shown up to that point regarding his dimensions was
betrayed by the pride that beamed in his expression while he enjoyed the
performance I was giving him.  When I began to feel a bit sore from my
constant pounding on his cock head I took it out of my mouth and pressed it
to my face, passionately nuzzling its spit-slickened surface.

	"Let's sixty-nine for a while," he said, "I've got to taste that
slab of dick that's been rubbing against my leg."

	I crawled up in the bed and positioned myself over him to oblige
his request.  He maneuvered his head under me so that he could take my
hard-on in his mouth and then I picked his up off of his belly and did the
same.  The combined sensations of his mouth on my dick and his dick in my
mouth caused me to lose myself in lust.  I instinctively hunched into the
moist warmth of his oral cavity and was quickly jolted back to reality by
the sound of him gagging as he struggled underneath me to remove my
erection from it.

	I quickly rolled off of him and excitedly apologized, "I'm so
sorry!  Are you alright?"

	He laughed and assured me he was fine, then took my dick in his
hand and stood it away from my belly as he said, "I don't think you're
fully aware of just how much nature gave you to work with here.  How about
trading places with me?"

	I quickly lay on my back in the middle of the bed and watched with
delight as his massive balls soon swayed over my face.  I took the head of
his rigid member into my mouth then felt him stand mine up and slide his
mouth down on it until the head was comfortably lodged in the back of his
throat again.  As he began to lower himself I slid my hands up the sides of
his belly and began kneading his wonderfully full, muscular buttocks.  With
expert precision he eased his hulking member down until it filled my mouth
and his great, sagging balls settled onto my face.  With his loins parted
over me and his balls rolling around on my face, his manly scent became all
the stronger and more intoxicating.  I happily breathed it as often and
deeply as I could while he sucked me and skillfully probed my gullet with
his uncommonly large manhood.

	Occasionally he would pull up off of my hard-on and gently squeeze
my balls while he said all the wonderful things a man likes to hear from
another man.  Trust me when I tell you that those words were all the more
wonderful coming from a man of his incredibly masculine presence.  Then he
would squeeze the base of my erection until I could feel it inflate to
maximum thickness and sink his mouth down on it until it was once again at
the point of penetrating his throat.  With so much sensory overload to
stimulate me it didn't take long before I was pumping his mouth full of
come.  He stayed on me and sucked with such force that I began to find it
painful, but my mouth was too full of him to be able to say anything.  So I
moaned and grunted as I patted his hip to signal him.  He understood and
rolled off.

	He looked back at me with sheer delight and swallowed the load he
had coaxed from me.  The sight of such a burly daddy savoring my seed was
more exhilarating and rewarding than I had ever imagined.  Watching him
smile and stroke his man-sized meat as he did this I was more determined
than ever to take his load as well.

	"I thought you were never going to stop coming in me," he said with
a look of contentment.

	"I want to get my face fucked with this hog leg," I confessed as I
ran my hand over his beautiful dick.

	"That's my boy!  You're a tiger in bed!" he said with a mischievous
grin as he got up and stood at the side of the bed, slowly stroking his
still raging hard-on.

	I quickly moved to where he was and spread my legs on either side
of his.  His dick was shiny with my saliva as I took it in my hand and
aimed it at my face.  I licked a generous helping of his pre-come from the
drooling slit and then slid my lips over his wonderful hardness.  He
replaced my hand with his on its base and pinched it off so that it
ballooned in my mouth.  I then ran my hands up and down over his powerful
thighs as he started slowly working his delicious meat in and out of my
suctioning orifice.  My hands instinctively worked their way around his
hips to grab onto his muscular glutes, which were contracting and relaxing
as he pistoned into me.  He then placed one of his paw-like hands on the
back of my head and gradually gathered speed with his thrusts.

	I could feel his enormity testing my gag reflex with each spearing
jolt but somehow managed to suppress it.  He was in full control of me and
I loved it.  The harder and faster he worked his dick in my mouth the
fatter it got until my jaws were so helplessly tired I could barely get
suction on him.  The words of his earlier story came back to me as my mouth
became little more than a sleeve for him to fuck as he saw fit.  He could
have taken damaging advantage of me in the interest of his own
gratification but showed the considerate restraint to hold back just enough
to ensure it was pleasurable for me as well.  The feel of my lips sliding
over his colossal hardness soon had me fully erect once more and I sucked
him for all I was worth.  His beautiful, oversized testicles were flopping
against his beefy thighs and I cupped a hand behind them for protection.  I
then completely relaxed and committed myself entirely to his pleasure.

	I have no idea how long he was at it before he thrust forward and
pushed me down on his rigid cock until my air was cut off.  He held me
there just long enough to make me worry momentarily before withdrawing and
working me on his battering ram of a dick some more.  Then he did it again,
holding me down on it just a tad longer.  The third time he did this he
erupted in my mouth with a near roar and fed my hunger for his juice -
permeating my fully stuffed mouth with its bitter-sweet flavor before
letting me back off of it just enough to catch my breath.

	I hungrily took every drop he could offer, nursing the ooze from
him and feeling as though the business end of his magnificent tool was the
only place I ever wanted to be from then on.  After some time I reluctantly
released the softening member from my come-coated lips and kissed his
massive balls with a passion that surprised even me.  I looked up into his
smiling face then locked my arms around his waist and pressed my face into
the furry warmth of his firm, round gut.

	The rest of that afternoon we spent lying naked in his bed.  We
explored each other's body with our mouths and hands, ground our dicks
together between our bellies and sucked each other's balls as we confessed
our mutual admiration.  Two more sessions of sixty-nine ensued and I
quickly took the bottom position to experience those fantastic balls on my
face.  We discussed our sexual interests and shared our fantasies, making
them the basis for our wonderfully gratifying, though short-lived, affair.
I have never been with another man of such sexual intensity and prodigious
endowment and I treasure the gift of his spectacular masculinity to this
very day.

				  The End