Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2003 17:22:14 -0500
From: Ped Bear <pedbear@hotmail.com>
Subject: father and son playtime

This story is 100% true, this a tale fo my childhood.  If you are not of
legal age in your area, don't read the story.  I you are not into reading
this type of story - then don't read it.  Don't flame me, as i'll simply
delete your post.  I enjoyed MY childhood, did YOU?


My name is Tim, I am 34 and I am what you would call a "bear".  I am 6'3"
(191cm) tall & I weight 255 lbs (114k).  I have a full moustache & beard,
and my body is covered in a moderate growth of hair.  I have always bee
attracted to bears, cubs and daddies.  I guess that is why I married my
partner, 6'2" (190cm), 240 lbs (109k), and the furriest black man you have
ever seen.  I never really had a desire for more until 3 years ago... but
we'll get to that in due time...To understand me, what I do & why I do it,
you'll have to understand my childhood.

I was 5 the first time ever saw an adult cock.  And it was attached to my
father.  It was the early 70's and I was nearing my 6th birthday. I was in
the living room on my tummy watching TV.
Dad was sitting in his LaZ-Boy watching TV.  Dad always wore a terry cloth
waist wrap.  I don't remember why, but I turned over & looked back and saw
my dad sitting in the chair, both legs were on the chair, He was sitting on
the left leg, the right one was sole down in the chair, knee in the air & I
could see everything.  My dad is not exactly a handsome man.  He was about
38 at the time, 5'9" (175cm) tall and about 185 lbs (84k).  I got my size
from my mother's side. (All that hefty German stock).

Anyway as I am looking back, I felt the NEED to touch it.  SO I climbed
across the floor to my father's chair.  I reached out, touched his soft
cock, and then look up at my father. He looked down at me, and said "Where
is your mother?"  I told him that she was taking a bath.  He unfastened his
waist wrap moved his legs to allow me full access and resumed watching TV.

This went on nightly for about a month.  One day, he told me that he wanted
me to lick it, I did.  He slowly stroked his hand back & forth along his
shaft. Soon he was ficking up the pace and moments later he was telling me
to "Be a good boy & drink it all OK?"  I had no time to respond before my
mouth was flooded with his cum. The sensation made me gag, and my father
seeing this grabbed me up & told me to spit it in his mouth.  I watch in awe
as he took every drop of his cum from my mouth and proceeded to swallow it.

That was the first of MANY fun playtimes, not just with my father, but other
adult men too.
I'll be happy to tell you more IF you wanna hear it:  e-mail me & let me
know.  pedbear@hotmail.com

PS Am I the only man to have fond memories of father-son playtime?
Sometimes it seems so.
Hugs,
PedoBear