Papa Bear
Papa Bear
The eyelids of an authoritative figure hesitantly cracked apart, the irritating beams of light invading his coarse retinas. He growled, as if trying to ward off that putridly sweet sound of those feathery demons. Damo Stat was NOT a morning person. He grunted as his reptilian, smiling son came skipping into the room, sliding the thin fabric that blocked the blinding sunshine away to the side, making the big, chubby bear on the sofa groan loudly. He was sleeping in the living room, but the overweight bear merely wanted the best for his adopted son. The apartment was small, only 4 rooms: The living room, the single bedroom, the bathroom and the kitchen. It was all Damo could really afford, and it hurt him that he couldn't provide a better living for his sweet son. The living room was just a fold out couch, a relatively small TV with an old PS1 system with a few games littered across the floor â€" obviously the handiwork of the little snake/gator child. Other than a broken light fixture and a bit of thin carpet, that was about it. It was really all that the bear could afford, having a low paying job because of his weight issue. It wasn't his fault, he was a bear! The little gator-snake looked up cutely at his father's glazed over pupils, which seemed to be having difficulty focusing. "Come on Papa! It's time to wake up and take me to school!" It was only a small walk down the road, but it was very unsafe for a five year old, and the 45 year old knew it. With a scratch and a sniff, he slowly sat up, of course wearing his boxers, not wishing to uncover himself to such a youngin', "Come on Ryusuke, go get dressed and ready to go to your kindergarten class, it starts in about 20 minutes." His voice was deep, gruff, mean sounding, but oddly soft and comforting. The reptile giggled contentedly, hopping over one of his games with his big scaly feet and trotting to his room to shove his tight shirt and shorts on. It was a hot day after all. The bear gave a gentle chuckle, his hands behind his body, supporting him in a tent-like shape as he stared at the ceiling. He began to reminisce about the day he found that lizard-like baby, curled up in the rain near his apartment, squealing and crying his eyes out, obviously terrified as loud cracks and booms shook the earth. Lightning could scare any child. How could Damo leave such a helpless soul in the freezing cold? It was unfur like. From that day on he knew he had a responsibility to this kid, and he raised him like he was his own. That sweet, high pitched voice wrenched him away from nostalgia. "Come on Papa! We're gonna be late!" He was hopping from side to side on those big, clawed feet in anticipation. "Alright, alright, calm down," he chuckled. "Let's go and see your friends at school now hm?"
The chubby bear watched Ryusuke sprint through the front gates, his 2 foot long, black tail bobbing along behind him, the partly developed spikes along the back swaying with every heavy step. He had humungous feet for a 5 year old, and because of this had unbelievable skills in sport. Damo stared at that 3 foot high child of the green eyes and scales, his heart cracking when he had to see him leave. It happened every day, and it never lessened. He was thanking the heavens this was a Friday, and the weekend would not rob him of his precious boy.
Back in the apartment, when feelings of loneliness had left him in search of some tired bachelor, the 6 foot tall ursine stood in front of a full body mirror that stood in the bathroom â€" one of the most expensive objects in the small piece of real estate they called home. He had stripped himself of his boxers, and observed his flowing keg of a belly, which kindly enough did nothing to hide his marvellous, shiny furred sheath. He always took extra care in maintaining it, preening it with a comb and rubbing moisture deep into the skin. It was number 2 on his list of the most beloved things in his life. He wasn't bad at his mid forties: a beautiful, brown fur coat, clean, white teeth, hazel eyes that shimmered in the light. Any girl would have loved to have him, if he wasn't gay that was. He gave a slight smirk on his long muzzle, his heavy set jaw giving him a powerful look. His brow line was just perfect, and accented his eyes just the way he wanted. Why then couldn't he pick up the guys with the drop of a hat? Because it wouldn't be fair on Ryusuke, to have to see his own father bring home little fuck toys, which he just wouldn't comprehend as being something not painful (the moans and groans contributing to that). Damo sighed to himself. Ah well, a familiar old voice echoed in his head, who needs guy company, when mister paw has all the pleasure you need? He grinned mischievously at his own little suggestion and nodded. "A fantastic idea." It had been almost a whole week since he had played with his pecker, just looking after his son and making sure none of the evils of the world could touch that sweet little snake.
After setting out the fold out couch in a good, comfortable position, and setting the cushions in the perfect place, the horny bear lied down upon the soft mattress, breathing gently upon his right paw and reaching it down slowly, sliding across his fuzzy testicles, gripping them, kneading them, and then stroking them up and down, repeating this method in a careful manner, until a forgotten old friend peeked out from underneath the crevice in his sheath. "Well hello there again, did you miss Papa?" He chuckled, moving his paw up to lightly run it up and down the glans, right at the base of the head. His left paw kept a trend and a tradition, curling up into the bed sheets and tightening, taking a nice, full brunt of his sexual frustration. After teasing, stroking, fondling and kneading, Damo's member lay at full attention, greeting his smiling face. How he had missed this moment. He carefully wrapped his paw around the 5 and a half inches of pink flesh, his head slowly tilting back into an almost submissive state, where his own urges were the ones to dominate him. A dribble of pre leaked from the small crack in the top of his penis, creating a string connecting his crotch and the flared head. Bliss.
All the while Damo had given into this luxurious act, the school bell had rung, and Ryusuke had made his merry way to the front gate, looking out for his well-fed father, wanting to give him a humungous hug, which he had been practising with his pillow at night. However, he was nowhere to be seen. The little cub tapped his giant, green scaled foot, wondering if he had been forgotten about. He gave a little shrug, thinking that perhaps his Dad was preparing a little surprise for him at the apartment, and wanted him to come home. He skipped his way down the path, making extra special care to stop at the intersection, look both ways, make sure the road was clear, and then cross the road, just like he had been taught many times to do by that caring ursine. Eventually, he was able to make it nice and safely to the big red door, carefully turning the knob and pushing his way inside.
The gator-snake was caught half way between a hello, when he saw his own father, a hand wrapped tightly around his special place, which was all hard and gooey, pulling up and down, like he was trying to yank it right out of its sheath. Then of course, the only question to pass through the reptile's mind was a logical one, which many a cub would have asked in the same situation. "Papa, what are you doing?"
At that sweet, tender little voice, the bear slowly opened his eyes, until they had reached far beyond an ordinary point. He turned his head slowly and gulped, looking down at his crotch, then up at the cub, a million words slamming into his brain like a 2 tonne truck, most of them starting with the letter "F". There was no sense lying to his son. He slowly took his squidgy, wet hand away from his pelvis, taking a deep breath and looking his boy right in the eyes. "Son, I was masturbating. It's something that feels damn good, and I'm not about to hide it from you." The earlier a child learned about this sort of thing, the less embarrassing it was. God forbid he put it off until his teenage years, when his body was in full swing. It would have been torture if procrastination had taken the better of him. The gator-snake's first reaction was of course to feel disgusted, but then a little intrigued. If his own Papa was doing it instead of walking down to meet him at the school gates, it must have been truly amazing, right? He took a few steps towards the large bear, those big feet clunking on the carpet as he did so. "S-so it feels nice?" This bold question startled the older bear a little, and he gave a slow nod, his wide eyes staring bluntly at the kid, showing no evidence that he was going to cover up his nakedness any time soon. He made a decision to speak to his son about this, and of course he couldn't do that without a model to show the boy. "Well son...you see, daddies love to stroke their penises. It gives you pleasure you wouldn't believe." He went on to explain the dynamics, the liquids that came out, the smells that made men horny, and a lot more that the boy queried in abundance.
Ryusuke was incredibly intrigued. This certainly was a new experience, and the smell that rose from the bear's still throbbing length made him shudder with a foreign feeling. Damo could see the gator-snake's mischievous and curious little smile as his thick, close to 6 inch member twitched up and down of its own accord. The bear had a filthy idea, one that he knew could get him into trouble, but he didn't care, not when he was so damn aroused. "Son, do you want to help me feel good?" This of course made the reptile's eyes wide with not just shock, but excitement. Of course he wanted to make his Daddy happy! But touching that gooey member made him a little anxious. What if it was gross? He didn't want to disappoint. Before he could really decide, his five year old mentality kicked in and he rushed forwards, his paw sliding around his warm flesh making him gasp loudly. The bigger bear gave a long, deep growl in his throat, his head making a similar action that he had performed when he was on his own. The scales on his cute little paw created the perfect texture for such an act, and it felt a thousand times better than what he could do by himself. It was truly something he wondered why he hadn't tried to introduce it to Ryusuke before.
After a little direction, the boy was jerking that average sized cock like a professional. Damo Stat had reached the seventh heaven. Pre oozed slowly out over the boy's paw, warming it up further, and creating less friction for an even more amazing ride. This was unbelievable! After a snap decision, the chubby ursine lifted the reptile's scaly paw up from his thick member and looked down at him with a caring, loving smile. "You love your Papa bear don't you honey?" He always addressed him as something endearing.
"Of course I do Papa!"
"Get on up here on my tummy then, lie down on your tummy and suckle my sweet stick. It'll taste real nice, and if you're good at it, you'll get a reward for it at the end." A challenge! Ryusuke couldn't pass this up. He shuffled his way up on top of the brown, overweight male's belly, his feet in front of his face as he stared at the length of meat before him. To any other male, it would be worthy of maybe a suck, and an anal experience that would have been a tad disappointing. But to the reptile? It was the biggest damn thing in the whole world! He tentatively stuck out his tongue, dabbing at the pre slicked member with a hint of complete and utter amazement. The taste was so sweet, so delicious! It should have been. The only thing Damo ever ate apart from salmon was honey. It was all he needed, and to an anthro beast such as himself was the perfect diet. All the while the kid fiddled and fondled with his cock, his feet were getting quite the treatment. It was the only thing he could do to not squeal out with utter euphoria. He slowly ran his thick, saliva heavy tongue over the base of his heel, sliding it up and down the sole, slicking the scales and making a nice clear sheen. It of course made the young one giggle, but shiver in pleasure too. The boy couldn't keep himself away from that luxurious smell, which clouded his mind, swarming it with natural aphrodisiac effects. While he couldn't become hard at will, nor produce semen, arousal could not be prevented in any creature such as himself. He dug his nose deep into the crotch fur, swirling his nose around cutely as that scent created from sweat intoxicated him. It was almost like the aroma was built only to hypnotise.
The two spent a while in this position, the adult rubbing both of his paws along the child's back soothingly, wanting him to experience every happy feeling imaginable. Only too soon, Ryusuke decided to take the plunge, pull that fat sausage up to his mouth and suckle at it, pretending it was coated in a fine layer of sugar, and the only way to get it off was to run his tongue all the way up and down the head. Not that he needed much inspiration however, as the pre cum was so sweet, it could have topped his cereal in the morning.
Damo was so close. Oh how he could feel it. A swelling pleasure rose like a skilled acrobat in his pelvis, swirling and twirling, dancing across his loins, giving a toss of its hair before making a cannonball dive into his chest. Oh how he craved release. While he would have loved to watch the boy attempt to swallow his seed, he knew that would be far too mean, and he pulled the reptile away from his thickened member, putting his face just above it. No, instead, he wanted to see him coated in it. He wrapped his own paw around his cock, pumping his piston, growling like he was challenging an opponent to some big fight. This was it. This was the moment. The dam broke, a week's tension finally split itself like a cracked mirror, shattering the glass and gave way to an exasperated, happy moan. His penis constricted, splash after splash of thick, gooey sperm making a swan dive onto the happy, green reptile's muzzle, the arousing smell from his sweat glands now in a concentrated, compacted form, which the boy could smell the instant it touched the air. The orgasm lasted for a full 30 seconds before he was able to calm down, his happy penis resting upon its two pillows contentedly. As the reptile turned around to greet his father's happy, glazed over stare, thick globs of cum oozed from his face, down onto his lap. It was so damn cute, the bear wished he could afford a camera to take a picture of this moment.
"Is there anything else you'd like Papa? I can see that made you really happy when you made the white stuff that time." The bear was about to shake his head, refuse and get up to make dinner for the young boy, but an idea struck his head like a gong.
"There is one thing. It will hurt at first though, I don't think you'll really want that..." The kid's reaction was far from what he expected though. He put a paw on his chest and shook his head.
"No no Papa! I wanna do anything for you!" He was so committed to his Daddy's happiness and wellbeing. Damo gave a slow nod, lifted Ryusuke up and placed him onto the floor, waddling into the bathroom to open up his cabinet. KY jelly. His own little masturbation aid for so long would now be the key object in making this work.ad disappointing. of maybe a suck, and an anal experience thatm.ap decision, theer, and creating less friction for an even more amazing ride. This was unbelievable!eredake his Daddy d to 6 inch member twitched up and down of its own accordktor-snake'see the gngth made him shudder with a foreign feelinghe dynamics, the liquids that came out, the smells that made men horny, and alot This bold question startled the older bear a little. "
"Okay son, are you ready for this?" The reptile gave a slow nod. The bear figured that doggy style was the best way in making this work, as it meant he could penetrate nice and deep, and his son could adjust to the foreign object being placed in his rump. He was amazed at how fast he had regained stamina, seeing as it had been the biggest orgasm he'd had for over 15 years, and that was with a well known prostitute! He pressed the head of his penis against the slick, spread open button that lay before him. He had of course made sure to spend a good half an hour spreading the boy apart gradually, and a nice, wet, open cavern was his reward. After the nod, he pushed his head slowly inside with a wet squishing noise, which was that of the lube finding air bubbles and popping them. Damo could not believe what he was doing, and yet it all felt so right. He was being so careful, so loving, and the boy didn't complain a single bit. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying himself 1000 times over! The ursine gave a symphony of thrusts and groans, both creating noise, both of them pleasant to the ears. They were one together in an ultimate love, and neither cared what the outside world would say.
That night, Ryusuke slept soundly, that nice thick sausage buried deep within his rectum. Damo lay awake, staring at the ceiling, the remnants of a second, somehow more powerful orgasm buried nice and deep within the boy. Where would the future take them? Who knew. He knew one thing, and one thing only, which 3 words expressed the most. His lips grazed across the reptile's earholes gently, as they were spoken. "I love you."
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