Fold early, win big.
It was so late that it was technically early the next morning, 2 am I guess. I think it was a Friday, I had been fired a few weeks ago, which is why I was back living at my dads place, but he was still working so it was probably Friday, maybe a Saturday. Anyway he had invited a few friends over for a cards night. I was invited but since I didn't have any money and was already leaching off my dad far too much I decided not to play. So I was sitting on the sofa reading some trashy pulp by this awesome raccoon with the TV on as background noise, and to drown out the drunken hoots and groans of the poker game next door. I had the door closed but you get six guys drunk and in a small room and the noise gets out.
Anyway at one point the noise got a lot louder and I looked up to see the door to the dining room open and one of my fathers friends step through. Now I'm in my mid twenties and my dad is pushing fifty as are most of his friends but Stephen was a bit of an outlier with the rest of the group being only in his mid thirty's. Mid thirty's with two failed marriages and a kid to the second wife though so it's not like he was some young buck, he fit in with my dads crowd far better than I ever had, being more bookish and quieter than the beer chugging, breast oggling, slabs of meat in the next room.
Slab of meat is probably exactly how I'd describe Stephen if I was feeling more vindictive. He's tall, really tall, he had to duck to get under the door frame into the lounge. And he's got these broad shoulders that just leaving you thinking he's bigger than he is,which is saying a lot. Basically he's just a giant wall of bear. Like my dad he does physical labour and, like my dad again, he eats junk food on the job and can't cook so he eats out almost all the time. As such he has muscles coated in this layer of fat which, well, it's hot. His fur colours were interesting, a kind of ashen grey across the majority of his body, sometimes darker and sometimes lighter, while on his the light grey grew darker and thicker across his jaw, meaning even when he was well groomed it looked like he was letting his facial fur grow in.
"Out already?" I asked, just to get conversation started, as I switched off my kindle and put it down on the table.
He just nodded and gave a grunt as he collapsed onto the sofa next to me. All he was wearing was a white singlet and some loose black jeans. This left me with a nice view of the top half of his chest, that semi circle a singlet leaves revealed and his beefy arms. Now it's not like I have a fetish for arms or anything but right at that moment it was very hard not to be distracted by them. I had always tried to be good about not lusting over my dad's friends but, well, his friends almost always were the kinds of guys I liked. And it had been a dry spell for me, at least six months since I had last dipped my wick, so to speak.
"Your dad missed his calling in life," Stephen said as he moved his arms above his head and stretched. He gave out this short grunt of pleasure and then collapsed back to just sitting there, taking up over half the sofa.
I just sat there and nodded, waiting for him to finish. Stephen would never win any awards for quick thinking, not that he's dumb, just not fast in the way he thinks. And it's the same with his speaking, everything he says takes a while to come out but is worth listening too, even if you aren't as entranced by his deep voice as I was.
"He shoulda been a card shark? card sharp? I dunno, one of them. He's got at least half my pay packet there. I suggested we all play strip poker..." I felt my heart rate racing, just the idea of Stephen naked was making my sheath thick and uncomfortable in my underwear. "...but none of the other guys really went for that."
"I dunno... do you really want to end up seeing the rest of those guys junk?" I asked, knowing full well my own answer.
"Heh, you're probably right at that. You wouldn't mind it though huh? Well 'cept for your dad being there I suppose..." He rumbled out without even turning to face me, his attention on the clicker.
Now I'm not ashamed of my sexuality. Both my parents know and even my step dad knows. All my close friends and even my boss knows. But I don't wear it on my sleeve and I always got the impression from my dad that while he loves me unconditionally he'd prefer it if I liked girls. I never really thought about him telling his work mates
"Wh.. what do you mean by that?" I stuttered back and he turned and looked at my quizzically. His large brown eyes gauging whether I was playing a joke on him or being honest, like I said slow but not dumb.
"Well your dad said your a fa..." He stopped, obviously realising that I might not like being called the word he was going to use and shifted his sentence "That you're queer."
He didn't have any kind of negative look on his face, there wasn't a drop of hatred or venom in his voice and still my blood ran cold for a split second. Queer isn't even that bad a word really, I've had people use it before, had people spit it out, and had no reaction. I guess the fact it was someone I had known for years who I thought didn't know saying it was the shock. So I just sat there staring at the tv letting the seconds lapse into minutes trying to ignore the handsome bear next to me looking at me and not the asinine comedy that was interrupting the add breaks.
"So," Stephen said and his hand rested on my lap. His hand was centimeters away from my hip and just about as close to my balls as he moved in closer. "Are you?"
"Yes," I replied and then shivered as his fingers squeezed my thigh and then retreated off of me. I didn't know if he had understood what he was doing to me until I heard his next sentence.
"You wanna suck me off then?" He asked in the same tone of voice as you'd expect from "Can you go down to the shops and get me some milk?" or "Can you change the TV station?". An ask for a favour that wasn't, ultimately, all that important and, perhaps more erotically, he didn't imagine would be denied. So great was his assumption in fact that he had already unbuttoned his pants as he asked.
"What?" I exclaimed back and at the same time I turned to face him. He had a grin on his face but not the usual "haha, nice joke grin" I was used to this was far more... erotic. I couldn't help myself and my eyes dropped down to watch as he unzipped himself and pulled open the fly of his pants.
It was huge. He wasn't wearing any underwear so right there laying across his ample balls was his cock and, no other words really fit, it was huge. I've seen my fair share of cocks afterall. Between porn and an active "social" life I'm fairly well versed with what's big and what's little and this fucker was definitely two standard deviations to the right on the bell curve. For those of you not versed in statistics I'll just repeat my early statement, it was huge.
It was also jet black which was a new experience in the flesh. Stephen lifted his hips up and tugged his trousers down and my eyes didn't leave his cock as it swung from one side to the other. I could hear his deep breathing and a soft chuckle in his chest but I didn't care, I was entranced by the spell of the bears thick cock. He gave a soft grunt and I watched as it raised and then lowered again, the entire shaft firming a little and growing even thicker. I was so captivated that I didn't even notice his hand as it slowly stroked my cheek and then raised my head up to face him.
"Like it?" He asked and I knew, I fucking knew, he already had the answer. What kind of guy stares at another guys dick for a minute, his eyes bulging out of his head and all but drooling, if he doesn't appreciate the sight in front of him. He just wanted me to admit it and well, I did.
"It's huge..." I murmured and much to my amazement he blushed. Underneath that grey fur and on the inside of his ears there was the red flush that showed he was flustered. It's not like I was telling a guy with six inches he was huge and acting it up, Stephen had to know he was big, I mean he'd been married twice for crying out loud. And yet telling him he's huge made him blush, go figure.
"It's not that big..." He replied, his head shaking a little and his now bashful brown eyes broke contact with mine. That was all I needed to resume my dick gazing and now the fat schlong was a good inch and a half longer and god knows how much thicker. I let my hand stroke up his thigh and he moaned deeply, his own hand ruffling my head fur in response. I wrapped my fingers slowly around the middle of his shaft and squeezed softly. The hot meat in my paw pulsed and I could feel it wasn't full hard yet so I looked up at him and told him so.
"It takes a while for me to get fully hard, sorry." He apologised as he looked down at me again. His cock was continuing to swell and pulse in my paw growing moment by moment. I couldn't think of anything to say back to him so I used my muzzle for a better purpose. I opened my muzzle as wide as I could, pushed both my paws against his hips to stop him from thrusting and took him right down to the base, his thick cock pushing down my throat as I sealed my lips around him.
Three things hit me at once. First was the scent, his crotch was just filled with the scent of him, of sex, of sweat. It was sweet and bitter all at the same time and damn if it didn't make my cock push out of my sheath and grind against the zipper of my own pants. Secondly his grunt, it hit not only my ears but my body as he gave this deep, heavy grunt like instead of wrapping my lips around his fuck stick instead I had punched him in the gut. Last was the sudden growth f the bears cock as it slid down my throat. I had no idea how big he was but my lips were wrapped around the base of his dick and the head was thrusting back far deeper than I had ever felt before.
Both of his paws clamped down on my shoulders heavily and I felt and heard him give another groan as he tried to lift his hips. He was strong, no doubt about it, but my position and weight let me hold his hips in place just long enough for him to get the message and pull back. At this point he had stopped growing and I could feel him pulsing back there in my front, coating my oesophagus with his pre most likely while my nose just continued to inhale his thick scent.
Slowly started to pull back and I could feel him receding from my throat. Inch after inch of black, bear dick was produced from my lips like a clown doing a magical balloon act. I was in shock after I passed what would have been my erect length protruding from his groin and he was still in my throat. Finally, with a cough, his head pulled out of my throat and then my lips and I could see his length. Huge no longer covered it, massive barely suited it. Monumental, whilst pretentious, worked but I think just gigantic worked well. It was completely straight, which I had found rare with the longer ones, and the same thickness along the entire shaft, it was basically a porn cock. But the head, oh god the head, it was the the girth and a half, it was ridiculously sized upon a shaft that put anyone else to shame. It had also been quite spongy, quite soft to the tongue, which explains why it had fit in my throat.
IT was at this point my dick let me know either I could take off my pants or my knob could be emblazoned with a zipper motif for the rest of my lift. So I slipped off my pants as fast I could, then my boxers and let my own underwhelming average cock bob in the air. Stephen's eyes were closed and his head was laid back so I slipped off the sofa and got on my knee's between his legs and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. Only the thumb and the middle finger barely touched this point and the soft pulses going through it made them act like a morse code machine tapping out dash dash dash into infinity. I opened wide and started to lick over the head, his sweetly, salty pre coating my tongue as I coated his head in my saliva. I was just about to swallow him down again when I heard the voice next door increase which meant only one thing.
The door was opening.
Now here was me, the bosses son, with one of his workers dicks point right at his muzzle. There is no way we could hide his dick with a pillow or a magazine without it looking obvious. I had no idea what was going through Stephens head but he thought the best place to hide his dick was in my mouth. Both his hands gripped the back of my head and pulled me right down as far as he could on his massive prick. I don't any ones taken so much meat so fast, not even at a hot dog eating contest. I managed to take him all the way down but the speed he did it at left me gagging around his cock. It was this point I noticed that from here I couldn't see the door and that meant they couldn't see me. Obviously I could have just bobbed down and held his cock down but I don't think Stephen had time to think of that, slow not dumb remember.
I could barely pay attention to the conversation, something about a new hand starting up and they could loan him some money for it. Instead I concentrated on the cock in my mouth, rolling my tongue along the underside, swallowing to get my throat to squeezing down around the ample inches down my throat, all those nasty tricks to get a going. And his engine was primed because as soon as that door closed his paws were on my shoulders and he was fucking my mouth and throat like a while thing. All I could do was hold still while he used his dick with the grace, skill and fury of a battering ram. His balls slapped against my chin with every thrust and my eyes watered as I started to run out of air.
Just as I thought i'd have to bite him or claw at him to get him to stop he pulled back all the way and his cock burst out of my muzzle and I coughed and spluttered for air. I could feel the warmth of his dick on my shoulder as I lay against him and the sofa and spluttered for air. Now it just goes to show what a cock addict I am because within ten seconds my lips were wrapped back around him, my paw around the bottom half of him, and I suck sucking on him like he hadn't just tried to choke me with his dick. We went for long minutes, him grunting and thrusting occasionally and me just swallowing his pre and sucking him the best I could.
Finally he lifted me off his cock and I took in a deep breath of the fresh air. My muzzle just sat agape now though, it was so used to being stuffed that even when it was open it felt closed. I looked up at him and realised that his blush was gone while mine was only just starting. He ruffled my head fur and gestured for me to stand up. I did so, shyly obscuring my own member which was dripping to the floor every so often.
"You're really good," He began and I felt my blush grow. A cock sucker likes one thing at the same level as he loves cock and thats praise for being such a good cock sucker. "But I can't come from head. You think we could..." And he let the sentence stop there and his eyes fall down to my rump.
I looked down at him again and winced slightly. It was gigantic and it had been six months since I had last had anyone inside me, and he had nothing worth writing home about either. So it was a shock to me when I nodded, slowly at first but soon quite eagerly. He grinned and I swear his cock bounced between his legs like a tail does on Christmas morning. He stood and I felt even smaller as he moved in behind me. His paws guided me and I didn't resist and soon my tail was hiked up, my knee's were pressed into the sofa pillows while my cock rubbed against the back.
I really didn't know what to expect. He had two wives and had never shown any signs of being into guys. Getting a blow job was one thing, you just laid back and let the fag work you 'til you spunk then thank him and leave. Fucking a guy took a lot more skill and the bear was showing none of the signs of uncertainty the other straight guys who had experimented with me had shown. In fact he had been in far more control than most of the gay guys I'd been with.
His large hands gripped my ass like it was fruit, squeezing it gently and then just pried the two halves apart like it was breakfast time. I half expected to feel his fat knob against me straight away, that he'd just push the head in and slowly use his pre to open me up. Instead I felt something hot and small poking at my ring. It took me a few seconds to realise it was his tongue, the big slab of bear behind me was rimming me!
I let out a gasp of surprise followed by a grunt of pleasure as his tongue thrust into me. I was reminded about biology class in high school where we talked about comparative biology and tongue had come up. The teacher, a bear herself, then showed us just how long her tongue was and probably gave all the boys except me erections. Suddenly the lack of a bear in my life become all too pronounced as he pushed past my prostate and made me groan loudly. Back and forth he ground it, my ring opening more to him and my cock dripping all the more as he just exploited my weak spot and made me moan.
Suddenly my eyes detected movement and the door to the others opened again. I didn't even have time to warn Stephen to stop before one of my dads friends, a hawk, stepped into the room. Now the couch was hiding all the action that was taking place but Stephen's tongue just continued to work my insides with a slow determination to make me whimper. I held as neutral a face as I could as the hawk looked at me in a puzzled manner.
"You seen Stephen?" He asked as he continued to gaze at me.
"I ah..think he's around..." Was all I could mumble back as I felt Stephens paw wrap around my cock and stroke it. The bastard knew there was someone in here and yet he was trying to make me gasp.
"Well tell him we're starting another round if he wants to join us." The hawk said and turned to walk out. I was just about to drop my guard when he turned and looked at me again.
"you OK? You seem flushed... and you're panting." He said and started to step forward.
"I was uh.. uh..." I froze and couldn't think of a cover story. Looking back on it there were dozens of course. I just came downstairs and had gone too fast, I had lost my keys and were looking for them, I had just been playing the Kinect. Instead all I could think of was the bears hand dwarfing my dick and his tongue working my rump so I blurted out. "I was watching porn."
"Oh!" The hawk said and I saw his feathers ruffle I don't know avians body language enough to know if he was offended or embarrassed or even aroused but he apologised and left without a further glance. At the same time I felt Stephen tongue slowly pull out of me until I was free.
I had expected some kind of an apology, some kind of explanation even, instead what I got was the instruction to lie on my back on the sofa wit my legs up high. Part of me, a very small part, wanted to deny him. The rest of me, which was in charge of my muscles, had me on my back like he asked in seconds.
While I was lying myself down he had been getting something from his pockets. It looked like a condom at first but as he got closer I recognised it as a sachet of lube, which made me a little less worried. He tore the packet open with his teeth and pushed two fingers in, a large glob of the lube being displaced and falling down only to smack onto his cock. He then moved in over me and, without a warning, pressed his fingers into me. He didn't shove them, he just pressed and didn't stop pressing until he was in to the knuckle. His tongue fucking had me loosened up nicely and his fingers slide in with no pain and great ease. He slowly eased them back and forth, stretching his fingers further and further apart and spreading the lube before he added a third finger which just made me groan in desire. Then, just as suddenly, his fingers retreat and I feel empty again.
Looking down I could see his fingers squeezing the remaining lube out of the tin foil packet before discarding it onto the floor. His large fists gripped around his girth and slowly he stroked the lube along his length, the entire black shaft was slick with lube and saliva as he kneeled onto the couch. There weren't any words but he locked eyes with me, his brown orbs now shinning with a forceful need. His paws left his shaft and gripped an ankle each and he leaned them back, exposing my well loosened hole to him.
He shuffled forward on his knees, his cock swinging from left to right in slow arcs before it was stopped by my rump. Without his hands he lined himself with trial and error, circling his hips until his oversized head was lined up against me. And he held there, the bastard stopped and licked his lips and now the nervousness was apparent, all the bravado he had had before melting away like an ice sculpture exhibit touring hell.
"This'll probably hurt..." He said softly and I realised his nervousness wasn't that he didn't know what he was doing but that he didn't want to hurt me. I felt my cheeks flush just a little at the gesture and was about to reply when he pressed his hips forward. Instead of words just air was slowly released form my lungs as he stretched me open further than I had imagined. He was hot, he was big and right then he was ready to enter me and my dick just pulsed harder than it usually did when I came. Long seconds drew out until I felt the curve of the end of his head sink into me and my ring gripped around him eagerly which just made him groan.
He paused for a second but it was only a second and then the pressure was there again. My paws reaches up and gripped his shoulders, my short claws digging into his thick fur as he continued to slide into me. I was surprised at how little pain there was, just this great sense of pressure, of stretching. Later on I'd learn, the hard way, that he'd used numbing lube, but right then all I could feel was warm hot inches miraculously not tearing me a new one.
It took minutes but eventually I started to feel pain, just from being too over crowded. My body just wasn't designed to accommodate the length he had been blessed with. At this point his head was pressed into my neck and he was biting the fur and the skin softly while muttering just how hot, how tight, how good I was, how he was going to fuck me so good. I tried to alert him to it with grunts and with squeezing but he just took them as signs of pleasure. I opened my mouth to actual tell him to stop and that's when he drove himself home. It was only an extra inch, one inches difference between me being full and him being balls deep, but it was like being punch in the gut and all I could do was gasp and grip him hard, which made him think he was doing something good.
Back and forth back and forth, that last inch just hammered me over and over while his balls rubbed my ass almost like a gentle caress. It was really odd, it started out as painful and stayed that way but over the top pleasure started to bloom. It was slight at first, like a weird twitch at the back of your senses, but it grew exponentially and so I started hollering for more despite knowing that I would barely be able to walk the next day. Stephen took this as a sign that I was ready for him, that I was all his. And he was right.
A thick black cock was pulled all the way back to the head and then thrust deep back into me again, hitting my prostate and this new found deep hot spot. Both of us gave this deep grunt as he bottomed out, him because, I imagine, no one has ever taken all of him before and me because t was just astounding what was happening. My hands rolled along his back, squeezing, scratching, pulling him closer, while his teeth bit at my neck and sometimes moved up to kiss me.
He kissed like he fucked, his tongue completely in control and me receiving it from him. I sucked on it and he just gave me more of it until I couldn't handle it and had to break off to breath. It was at this point I heard the door opening again. I couldn't see who it was until they were standing over the couch, eyes wide open and a bulge growing in their pants. I shit you not the raccoon who walked in on us started sporting wood the moment he saw the bear laying into me like a creature possessed. I half expected him to whip it out and stroke one off as he watched but instead he all but ran back to the room and told everyone, in a loud voice, we were occupied and not to be disturbed.
Stephen hadn't even noticed the interruption and had in fact raised his body up and lifted my rump up to get him better access. I could, if I wanted to, describe what happens next. I honestly have no idea how long we went for it could have been five minutes, fifty minutes or even longer. Heck the only reason I know it wasn't 5 hours is because the sun hadn't come up when he finished. He changed his position so many times, pile driving himself down into me, pressing me up against the all and the sofa, flipping us over so I could ride him cowboy style. The entire time his cock just kept thrusting into me, stretching my ring, hammering my sweet spots. I even lost count of how many times I came but each time I gave the sofa a new touch of my white paint he slowed down for a few minutes and the continued.
As I said I have no idea how long had passed but the numbing lube must have finally stopped working on Stephen because his grunts were getting louder and louder, closer and closer together. Finally he pressed his muzzle against my neck and I heard him grunt out "Here I cum, here it cums.. ohhhhhhhHHHHHHH" And then he bellowed which left me momentarily deaf and must have erased all doubt from the guys in the other room as to what we were doing.
I could feel him cumming. I've had enough guys cum inside me to know that it's special to feel it and with Stephen there was no mistaking it. Each gush made his cock swell and stretch me out just that little more. Each gush of seed made me grunt out in surprise as he filled me so eagerly. I wrapped my legs around him and pushed up against him as I felt him slowing down and finally come to a complete stop above me.
We both lay there panting, his heavier body above mine shaking a little as the strength holding him up, the primal lust he had been ploughing into me for god knows how long, was slowly loosing out. Finally with a grunt he collapsed against me and without so much as a thank you I felt him starting to breath deeply, his eyes shut tight, as he slowly dozed off. I didn't stay awake much longer myself, something about having such a heavy blanket and the three orgasms he had eased out of me let me just doze off.
I woke up the next morning to a cough. My rump was sore as anything but strangely empty even though there was still the heavy warmth on top of me. On the table next to us was a steaming cup of coffee which I eagerly reached out to grab. A few sips later and I remembered that here had been a cough so I looked around for it's source and...
There was my dad, a grin on his face as he looked at the two of us in what was unmistakeably as post coitus cuddle. I opened my mouth to explain and he just shook his head to let me know he was going to speak.
"You two are paying to have the sofa cleaned. Are we clear?"