by B J Smyth
“Have a seat,” I say.
“That smells good, is it homemade?”
“As homemade as your Bolognese,” I reply with a laugh.
I serve the dinner onto plates and we eat whilst we chat, sharing a bottle of wine between us.
By the time we finish dinner, it is already nine o’clock. He helps me clear the table and load the dishwasher. I open another bottle of wine and we go to the lounge to watch a film.
We both seem to like romcom films so we snuggle on the sofa as we watch Love Actually, one of his favourites. As the film ends, he seems to tense a little, probably expecting me to send him home.
“Neither of us have work tomorrow, so why don’t you stay over?” I say.
“I would love to.” His body relaxes again.
“Good. Shall we head to bed then? I’ve had a long day and I’m tired.”
“Okay,” he says, a hint of excitement in his voice.
We head upstairs. He takes his time undressing, then gets in the other side of the bed.
“Roll over and I will give you a cuddle,” I say in a soft, soothing voice.
His skin feels cool as I snuggle in behind him, my body warm against his back, my soft cock settles snugly against his arse. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I fall asleep, knackered from the day. I feel him wriggle back into me and pull my arm tight to his chest, but I drift back to sleep.
17. Sunday.
I wake up groaning, as my body aches a little, and I shift in the bed behind Carter. He snuggles back against me and I wrap my arms around his chest, hugging him tight to my naked body. He moans as I entwine my legs with his, pressing my hard cock against his arse.
“Morning, gorgeous,” I whisper in his ear.
“Morning, handsome. Someone feels happy back there.”
I shift a little and my cock pushes between his cheeks, easing my foreskin back as the head presses against his hole. He wriggles back into me, easing my cock head a little deeper, and I give a moan of approval.
“Do you want some of that?” I ask in a tired, breathy tone.
“Yeah, I love morning sex.”
I pull away from him and open the bedside cabinet, reaching inside for lube and a condom. The sound of a foil wrapper being torn echoes around the room.
Grabbing the lube, I shift on the bed. Pouring some onto my fingers, I push them between his arse cheeks, spreading the cool gel over his hole. He wriggles back onto my fingers, desperate to feel them inside him. Shifting again, I slide my cock back between his cheeks, pressing against his hole. I moan as he snuggles back into me, my lubricated hand grips his hard cock. He groans with pleasure as my hand slides up and down his shaft. My cock slowly grinds into his hole, pushing a little deeper each time.
I kiss the back of his neck and continue stroking his cock as I push myself deeper into him. His arse relaxes and pulls me inside; my full length glides deep inside him and he groans loudly. Holding my cock inside him, my hand moves rapidly up and down his dick, causing him to push forward into my hand with each stroke. His breathing escalates as my cock throbs deep in him. He loses control as he bucks against me, shooting his load, making a mess of my hand and the bed.
As the last of the cum leaks from his cock, I thrust in and out of his arse. Pushing him onto his belly, I climb on top of him, pounding his arse with my full body weight. He groans and moans loudly beneath me as my cock stretches his hole. I pull my cock out of him and ram it deep inside, growling like a bear on his back. The faster I fuck him, the louder my roars get, until I ram myself deep into him, holding my cock in his arse. My cock explodes, throbbing as cum shoots into the condom. The final roar as my orgasm hits echoes around the room. Collapsing on his back, I lay still on top of him for a while, then give a last few gentle thrusts before pulling out of him and rolling onto the bed. Breathing heavy, my body is clammy with sweat.
He lays silent next to me as I pant for breath. What a great start to the morning. I have wanted to fuck him so much. I rest on my arm and smile at him.
“That’s a great way to start the day,” I say.
“Yeah, I could do that anytime with you.”
I lean down and kiss him. “I’m sure there will be more opportunities soon,” I say, softly tracing my fingers along his jaw. “You’re so sweet.”
“You’re my daddy bear.”
“Well, your daddy bear wants you to stop feeling so insecure about us. Its early days, but we’re heading in the right direction. So, enjoy it and stop dissecting every word, every action, and winding yourself up over nothing.”
“I know I do that, but I can’t help myself.”
“Let me help you,” I say, giving him another kiss.
He kisses me back and snuggles into me, I’m not sure what the future will bring, but for now this feels good.
The end for now.
David - Beginnings
Preview
1: Getting ready
Throwing the keys on the table as I enter the apartment, slipping off my shoes so I don’t get the white carpet dirty, I’m feeling washed-out from the day’s work. I may just sit in front of a computer talking to people on the phone—I work in a call centre—but it’s still very draining keeping that chirpy, upbeat voice all day. Now it’s Friday night, time to hit my local gay bar and see if there is any new talent out tonight.
I look into the mirror on the hall wall and give myself a little smile. “Looking good,” I say to myself with a jokey tone to my voice. Walking into my lounge, you can so tell I’m gay; the pristine white room, with artwork of half-naked men on the walls, glass chandelier-style lamps, and a large white leather sofa scattered with bright, colourful cushions. I switch on the CD player and press play. On a Night Like This blasts from the speakers as I begin to dance around the room, undoing my tie and throwing it onto the sofa. I break out into a full strip routine, seductively unbuttoning my shirt, revealing my hairy chest and belly as I slip off the shirt, dropping it to the floor. I glimpse myself in the mirror on the wall. I may be overweight, but I still know how to shake my booty.
Still dancing to the music, I undo the belt to my trousers and throw that on the sofa. Now I grind my hips as I undo my trousers, watching myself in the mirror as though I’m doing a strip tease for someone else. My trousers drop to the floor and I step out of them, left with just my tight white work briefs and black socks on as I continue dancing around the room. If my neighbours could see me now, they would be like “Oh my God! Look at him!” but hey, I don’t care. Life is too short to worry about what others think.
With two quick skips, I whip off my socks, leaving me enough of the song left to strip off my briefs. My small, fat cock swings as I dance about the room. I may have a small cock but I have nice large balls; well, that’s what guys I’ve slept with tell me.
The next track comes on—Bad Romance—as I strut catwalk-style naked to the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, I sing along whilst lathering up my cock as it thickens in my hands; it feels good, but I’m more interested in cleaning my arse. After all, I might get lucky tonight and I want a clean hole for that. I clean and finger myself, getting even more turned on. I’m up for a good fuck tonight. I wonder who will be the lucky man.
I continue cleaning myself; the water on my skin feels wonderful and fresh, like when you’ve had a stressful day and you step into a rain shower. You cannot beat the feel of raindrops on your skin.
Switching off the shower after about ten minutes, I step onto the bathroom mat and grab a towel to dry off. I look in the mirror. My face has a day of stubble, which gives me an unkempt appearance that looks good on me, so I won’t have a shave. I run my fingers through my dark brown hair; it could do with a cut, but will have to do for tonight. I finish drying off, then throw the towel in the washing basket and walk back to my bedroom. Time to decide what to wear; the look is all-important to attract attention in the bar.
Looking through my underwear drawer first, I go for a deep red jockstrap just in case I get lucky
. Dark black jeans that hug my arse and a short sleeve, blue, checked shirt complete my lumberjack look.
I stand in front of the full-length mirror and admire my body. I’m a chubby, hairy bear, one nipple pierced with a silver bar, dark black hair all over my body. But the guys I go for like that cute, cuddly look, and I like a well-toned hairy bear guy to fuck me hard. I grab the hair dryer and blow-dry my hair; it’s cut short at the sides and long on top so it flops forward to the right side, hanging just above my eyes. Hair dried, I rub gel into it. Next, the aftershave and body spray. Smelling like a perfume counter in a shop, I pull on my jockstrap, adjusting myself into position so it fits over my cock and balls, and outlines my lovely arse.
Putting on the rest of my clothes, I’m ready to hit the town. Walking back into the lounge, I Feel Love is now blasting out—a classic, so I will have to listen to this one before heading out. I will get food later; with a bit of luck, someone to share it with as well.
The song finishes, so I swiftly turn off the CD player before I get distracted by another great tune. Heading to the door, I grab my jacket and slip on some shoes. “Time to get that man, babes,” I say to myself in the mirror, then give myself a cheeky smile. Grabbing my keys, I head out.
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Daddy Bear 4
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B.J. SMYTH
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Planned releases for 2018
Insatiable Desires
Insecurity (David, book 7)
George
Planned releases for 2019
Love in Valencia
Daddy Bear 4
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