Daddy Bear

Copyright © 2018 by B.J. Smyth

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Daddy Bear

B.J. Smyth

Carter & Frank

It all starts with attraction.

attraction

noun

noun: attraction; plural noun: attractions

                    the action or power of evoking interest in or liking for someone or something.

Contents:

1 Monday.

2 Tuesday.

3 Wednesday.

4 Thursday.

5 Friday.

6 Saturday.

7 Saturday night.

1.                        Monday.

I slam my hand down on the alarm clock, silencing the loud bleeping that disturbed my sleep. Staring at the clock, the red LED display shows six o’clock. Stretching in the bed, the duvet rubs against my smooth body. My cock in its usual state of arousal, whilst my tummy aches for me to release my full bladder. I slide my legs off the bed and place my feet on the soft carpet, stretching my arms into the air as I yawn. I walk naked from the bedroom to the bathroom. Holding my cock down towards the pan, my piss steams as it hits the cold porcelain, the chill of the air in the bathroom making my skin tingle.

Once I’ve drained my bladder, my cock softens and hangs between my legs, six inches long and cut. My twenty-year-old body is smooth all over. I like to keep it that way as it helps me glide faster in the water when swimming. I swim thirty lengths every morning to keep fit; it is the only exercise I enjoy and have stuck to a routine. The local leisure centre is normally quiet when I get there as the doors open. There are two women that are always early during the week, although I never see them on weekends; usually I have the pool to myself Saturday and Sunday.

I walk back to the bedroom to get dressed, my flatmate Brandon is never up this early. Not that being nude matters, he has seen me in the buff enough times, we have lived together over five years now and were both gay. Pulling on a pair of joggers and a sweat top, I sit on the bed and slip on my trainers. My rucksack is already packed from the night before with my work clothes and swimwear. I grab my phone, wallet, and keys, pick up the rucksack, and head out of the flat.

It’s a cold morning, the cars in the street covered with an icy white shimmer, my breath showing white and misty as it leaves my mouth as I walk along the road briskly. I take about fifteen minutes to get to the swimming pool, which opens at 6:30. As I reach the entrance, the two women are standing outside and I say good morning and smile politely, they return the gesture then carry on their conversation. After about five minutes, the receptionist clicks the doors open and says good morning as we enter the building. I head straight to the male changing room, standing in front of my favourite locker, number eight. I take off my trainers, joggers, and top, standing naked as I take my trunks and towel out of my rucksack before putting everything else into the locker.

I slip on my swimming trunks — tight, black, brief-style — they cling to my cock, showing off my size, not that there is ever anyone here to impress. Shutting the locker and turning the key, I pin the key to my trunks, pick up my towel, and head to the pool. It is empty and the water is still, the smell of chlorine hits my nose as I walk to the shower to have a quick wash before getting into the water.

Being the first one in the water every morning gives me a thrill as I lower myself into the shallow end. A quick check of the time; it’s six thirty-eight. I push myself away from the wall and swim, completing my thirty lengths easily without stopping. I use the steps at the side of the pool to get out of the water and head back to the changing room for a shower.

 There are six showerheads around the wall in the showers, plastic bottles of body wash attached to the wall below each of the heads. A push button is on the floor to turn them on and off. I hang my towel on the hooks outside and walk to the nearest shower, stripping off my trunks, I step on the button and the water cascades from the head. My body shivers as the cold-water hits, although it is not long before the hot water takes over. I lather up with the body wash ensuring I clean all the chlorine off my skin. Once I’m clean and the water stops, I take my towel from the hook, giving myself a quick rub over to remove most of the dripping water. Before throwing the towel over my shoulder, I walk back down the corridor to the lockers.

Turning the corner, I almost walk into a guy.

“Oh, sorry,” I say with surprise, I’m so used to being the only one here.

“No problem,” he replies, his voice deep and sexy. He continues walking down the corridor. I can’t resist staring at him, he is about six feet tall, around forty-five years old. His shoulders are broad and thickset, like a rugby player. My eyes scan him up and down as he walks, I’m drawn to the purple swim trunks hugging his tight arse. Then he disappears around the corner towards the pool.

I stand for a while, staring down the empty corridor, the image of that hot older guy etched into my mind. When I snap back to reality, I realise my cock is semi-hard. Fit bear type older men are my thing I’ve spent many hours browsing hot bear sites on the web and he was my kind of daddy bear.

Gathering my senses, I get dried and dress for work, all the time thinking about the guy I had just seen. I dry my hair then head off to work, smiling to myself during the day whenever I think of almost walking into that daddy.

2.                        Tuesday.

The alarm wakes me again, and I lay in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling while I massage my hard cock. The image of the guy from the pool in his tight trunks runs through my mind. I wonder if he will be there again today. After a few minutes I get up and head to the bathroom for my morning piss. Throwing on my joggers and top, I slip on my trainers and head out of the flat.

The women are standing outside the door, as always, and we say good morning. I head to the changing room and strip off my clothes, taking my time before pulling on my trunks hoping the guy from yesterday will turn up. Adjusting my cock in my trunks, I head out to the poolside, putting my towel on the side, I get into the water and swim my usual thirty lengths. All the time my mind is still on the guy from yesterday. Not the most sensible thing to do when you're wearing tight swim trunks as my cock is now hard thinking about him.

My lengths done, I get out of the water and head to the showers, holding my towel strategically to hide my stiff cock. Taking my time to clean myself and giving my still-hard cock a few strokes. I moan as I grip my cock tight and use the body wash to help it slide in and out of my fist. Feeling my balls tightening, I stop playing before I lose control and shoot a load in the shower. By the time the shower stops my cock has softened to semi-hard. I grab my towel to dry off then throw it over my shoulder and walk to the lockers.

A feeling of disappointment weighs heavy on my mind when I see the guy is not in the changing room. I dry myself and throw my towel on the bench. As I unlock my locker, the guy walks into the changing room. My heart skips a beat as I see his bearded face for the first time.

“Morning,” he says, giving me a slight smile as he walks to the lockers on the other side of the room.

“Morning,” I reply. I feel my face burn a little as I smile, then turn to face the locker, standing naked with my back to him.

I hear him drop his bag onto the bench as I resist the temptation to turn and face him. My body tingles with excitement knowing he is in the room with me and is about to get undressed. I can feel my cock stiffening as I imagine what he looks like naked. Trying to distract myself, I take my things out of the locker and place them on the bench.

Picking up my towel I sit down on the bench so I’m facing him and pretend to dry my feet, keeping my stiffening cock covered by the towel. He has his back to me as he removes his shirt. I take a deep breath as I watch him, his skin has a slight tan and his back is smooth, the muscles in his shoulders and arms look hard and tight. He has a large, black tribal tattoo running down the right side of his body. I take another sharp breath as he drops his trousers, bending over to remove them from his feet, he is wearing tight, white briefs, stretching across his arse, snugging his balls tight to his body. My cock stiffens more and I can feel pre-cum leaking from the tip as he stands and folds his trousers to place them in the locker. His legs have dark hair over defined muscles and I can now see a small patch of hair in the centre of his lower back just above the waistband of his briefs.

I’m staring in awe of his fucking hot body, built like a fit rugby player. He suddenly turns and sits down on the bench to remove his socks. We are now facing each other and I continue to pretend that I’m drying my feet, feeling my face flush at the thought he may have caught me staring at him.

“It’s quiet here in the morning,” he says, his deep, gruff voice sending shivers down my spine.

“Yeah, I’m usually the only guy around and there’s two women here regularly,” I reply, trying to keep the excitement showing in my voice.

As he stands, he slides his briefs off, balancing on one foot to remove them. My eyes scan his body, his pecs toned, covered in thick, dark hair, which runs down the centre of his chest, over his taut abs, meeting a thick patch of pubic hair nestled around his seven-inch uncut cock. His large, hairy balls hang between his thighs. I know I’m staring at his sexy hot body, but I can’t seem to look away.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” I say, trying to seem casual and giving me a reason to still be looking at him as he pulls on his purple trunks.

“I’m new to the area, moved here two months ago, it’s taken me a while to settle in the new place, but now I have found time to fit in a swim before work.”

“That’s good, I come here every morning, I prefer it when the pool is empty.”

He puts the rest of his things in the locker and closes the door then walks across the room towards me, holding out his hand.

“I’m Frank, I will see a lot of you then,” he says with a smile.

I grip his hand as firm as I can “I’m Carter, good to meet you,” I reply, my heart thudding in my chest as I look into his dark, gorgeous brown eyes.

“See you tomorrow then,” he says as he walks out of the changing room down the corridor towards the pool.

Wow, he is so fucking handsome, I can feel pre-cum leaking from my cock, which is hard and throbbing under my towel. I can’t believe how turned on I am by him, but he is the kind of guy I want to fuck me hard. I sit still for a while trying to compose myself. After a few minutes I finish getting dressed and head off to work. Spending most of my day thinking about Frank and his fucking gorgeous body.

3.                        Wednesday.

I had difficulty sleeping with images of Frank running through my mind giving me a raging hard-on all night. It seems like I hadn’t been asleep long when the alarm sounds. I stretch over and slam the clock hard to turn off the alarm so it doesn’t wake Brandon.

Clambering out of bed I follow my normal morning routine, then eagerly head out of the flat to the leisure centre. The excitement of seeing Frank is racing through my mind. The women are outside and we go through our morning routine. I head straight to the changing room and get changed into my trunks, still no sign of Frank, my mood dips slightly, as I was eager for him to be there early so we could swim together.

I put my things into the locker and head out to the pool, showering, I choose my usual lane and get into the water to begin my lengths, thoughts of Frank still heavy on my mind. Then as I finish my twentieth length, I see Frank walk into the poolside. I stop at the far end and watch him as he stands at the edge of the pool. My eyes fix on him as the water runs down his chest, wetting his trunks, emphasising his cock and balls. My cock stiffens as I watch him rub his hands over his chest and abs. Then he walks to the other end of the pool, choosing the same lane I am in, and he jumps into the water.

He stands and shakes the water from his head, his toned body looking as hot as the day before. I shiver with excitement as my cock stiffens more. He dips into the water and swims towards me. Not wanting to make it obvious that I am watching him, I swim again, passing him midway in the water. I finish the rest of my lengths and head to the steps to get out, sneaking looks at Frank to see if he is watching me. To my disappointment, he seems to be more interested in the swimming. Perhaps I have read too much into yesterday. I have a tendency to jump to conclusions, reading more into situations than is actually there.

I spend extra time lingering in the shower, hoping he will appear, but still no sign of him, so I get dry and head back to the lockers. As I open my locker and take my things out, I hear the shower start. Frank must be in the shower, so I slow down, taking my time, hoping we will end up getting dressed at the same time. After a short while, I hear the shower stop and my heart beats a little faster with the anticipation of seeing Frank. I have a good view of the corridor from where I’m standing and it’s not long before he appears around the corner a small white towel wrapped around his waist his purple trunks swinging from his right hand, dripping a trail of water on the floor.

My cock stiffens at the sight of him, so I grab my towel off the bench and hold it to cover myself.

“Hey, Carter, good to see you. The water was a nice temperature today,” he says as he gets closer.

“Yeah, it was nice.” My body prickles when he says my name and I can feel my face warming as I look at him, small droplets of water still dripping from the hairs on his chest, a bulge in the front of the towel from the cock I would love in my mouth.

As he reaches the end of the corridor to enter the changing room, he pulls the towel from around his waist and throws it over his shoulder. His full, naked glory now on show, his cock is semi-hard and swinging as he walks. I catch my breath at the sight of his hot, sexy body as he walks to the lockers on the other side of the room.

I watch him closely as he drops his towel and trunks on the bench, standing with his back to me he opens his locker. My cock is now fully erect as I admire his tight arse; the cheeks are a shade lighter than the rest of his body.

“So, what time do you get here?” he asks as he turns to face me. I try to keep my eyes focused on his, although I can’t help glancing at his cock, which had stiffened more. He doesn’t seem to care about his erection as he chatted.

“I’m generally here before the doors open at six thirty.” I rub my body with my towel whilst still trying to keep my cock covered as it leaks pre-cum and throbs beneath the towel.

“I will make a note of that.” He picks up his towel and dries his chest, then throws it over his head and vigorously rubs his hair. My eyes fix on his stiff cock whilst he can’t see me checking him out. My mouth watering at the thought of sucking on his thick uncut cock, the foreskin stretches back off the head, making it look even more tasty.

I turn to face the locker, dropping my towel. I grab my boxer shorts and pull them on. Luckily, they are loose and help to hide my erection. I pull on my trousers before I turn to face him again.

“So, how are you liking the area?” I ask as I slip on my shirt.

“It’s nice, thanks. I don’t know many people in the area though, I moved here because of work.”

“Well, if you want to know anything about the place, just ask. I’ve lived here for over five years now.”

“Thanks.”

He had gotten dressed whilst we chatted and was ready to leave at the same time as me, so we walk out of the changing room at the same time.

“Have a good day,” he says, giving me a smile that almost makes my heart stop.

“You too, hopefully I will see you tomorrow?”

“You will for sure,” he says as he walks away across the car park.

I stop and watch him for a minute, then walk away to get a bus to work. My heart is still thudding in my chest. I can’t believe my luck — a gorgeous hunk of a guy to drool over in the mornings. I’m sure he was showing himself off when he dropped his towel. Maybe he likes a younger guy?

He drives past me in his car and gives me a wave and smile. I’m really excited about tomorrow morning now. If he has a hard cock tomorrow, I will make sure he sees mine so I can watch how he reacts. With thoughts of Frank and his uncut cock racing through my mind, I head off to work. My concentration keeps drifting throughout the day as images of Frank’s hunky body fill my head.

4.                        Thursday.

I’m surprised to find Frank waiting outside the leisure centre when I arrive. I greet the women as normal.

“Morning, Carter,” he says with a smile.

“Morning, you’re here early today.” My heart is beating fast and hard in my chest as I hope it is because of me that’s he’s early.

“I have an early meeting, so I need to head off sharp.”

“Oh, I see.” I hope the disappointment doesn’t show in my voice.

The receptionist opens the doors and we walk into the centre, heading to the changing room; Frank walks beside me.

Heading to my usual locker, Frank goes to the same one opposite me and we both undress. I’m fighting the temptation to turn and look at him with every bit of strength I can muster. I open the locker and take off my clothes, standing naked whilst I put them in the locker.

“Perhaps we can swim together? Give each other some motivation?” he says giving me an excuse to turn and look at him.

He is standing naked, staring at me, I scan up and down his body noticing his cock is semi-hard and looking as tasty as ever. My cock is already swelling at the sight of him.

“Yeah, that would be good, it will make a change to swim with someone,” I reply, trying to keep my eyes fixed on his.

I catch sight of him giving his balls a squeeze and a little tug of his cock as he gives me a sly smile. Is he doing that to get my attention or is it just one of those things guys do, playing with our cocks whenever we get the chance? My cheeks burn and I can feel my cock getting harder as I look at him, so I swiftly turn to face the lockers. I can’t explain why I’m getting embarrassed about him seeing my erection, when what I really want is for him to grab hold of me and fuck me senseless. It’s probably because I don’t know if he fancies me or not. I pull on my trunks and adjust my cock to hide my erection. Closing the locker, I turn back to face him and he is wearing his purple trunks, his cock visibly hard stretching the material.

“Shall we hit the pool then?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

He walks behind me down the corridor past the showers and out into the pool area. We get into the water and swim thirty lengths together, I’m impressed how fit he is considering he is much older than me. Once we finish the lengths, we head to the showers. My cock stiffens again at the thought of seeing him naked in the shower. Hanging my towel outside I head to my usual shower, Frank takes the one to my right side. Standing on the button he presses it with his foot and water pours down onto him.

I can’t resist looking at him now and then, he looks so fucking hot as he closes his eyes and lets the water cascade onto his head, it runs down his back and chest. His hands slide over his thick, hairy chest. My cock is rock hard now, stretching against my trunks as I admire every inch of his gorgeous, tanned body.

I could easily reach out and touch him, he is that close. He hasn’t removed his trunks, so I keep mine on, taking some body wash from the bottle on the wall I lather up. Frank catches my attention as I see him slide his trunks off, kicking them free from his feet. He is now naked next to me, his cock semi-hard, the foreskin pulled back off the head. Making my heart thud in my chest as I watch him, he is turning me on so much it's only my trunks keeping my cock in place. Getting the body wash in his hands he rubs it over his chest.

I try to look casual as I wash myself, I know I have to remove my trunks at some point, so I’m trying to think of something to distract me so my cock will soften, but with no success. I decide to go for it; slipping my hands under the waistband of my trunks, I slide them to the floor.

Standing, I kick them free, my cock is hard, pointing towards the ceiling, but I can’t do anything about it. Still watching Frank out of the corner of my eye, he lathers his cock, sliding it into his fist, pulling his foreskin back and forth. I’m sure I see him glancing down at my cock as he rubs his own and plays with his balls.

I take my cock in my hand and rub the body wash all over it before sliding my hand up and down the shaft. I take a deep breath and turn to look at Frank, he has his eyes closed and is washing his hair, his cock fully erect, the foreskin stretched tight from the head. Fuck, I want to get down on my knees and take it into my mouth, to hear him moaning my name as I lick and suck his cock. My cock is rock hard and twitching as I think about giving him a blowjob.

He washes the soap from his hair and body, then turns towards me.

“I see I need not worry about the state of my cock then,” he says giving me a smile as he glances down at my hard cock.

“Hey, we’re guys, it happens,” I reply, trying to sound casual about the situation.

He laughs at my reply. Finishing in the shower, we both grab our towels and head back to the changing room. Our cocks still semi-hard. Frank throws his towel on the bench and unloads his locker. I do the same, enjoying every minute we get to spend naked together.

“So, are you here about this time every morning, including the weekends?” he asks.

“Yeah, I find it the best time to swim as there’s few people about and I enjoy the quiet.”

“I hope I’m not intruding on your quiet time.”

“No, not at all, it’s nice to have someone to chat with and competition in the pool is good.”

He picks up his towel and dries himself as I dry myself.

“Well, if I talk too much and begin to annoy you, let me know. Living on my own, I tend to chat a lot when I meet people.”

“No problem. You said the other day you’re new to the area, what made you move here? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Oh, it’s a long story, but I broke up with my ex four months ago and wanted a new beginning. I couldn’t deal with his mood swings anymore, then work had an opportunity in this area so I took it and moved.”

My heartbeat quickens in my chest as I pick up on the words “ex” and “his”. Not only is this guy fucking hot as hell, but he is also gay.

“Sorry to hear about your ex; guys can be jerks. Have you got any friends in the area?”

“I’m slowly getting to know people at work but most of them are married and wrapped up in their family lives, so not many opportunities to build friendships.”

We are getting dressed as we continue chatting.

“That’s a shame, you will have to hit the bars in London it’s always a good place to meet people.” I’m not sure why I said that, suggesting he go looking for someone.

“Yeah, I will do that at some point. I’m still getting settled at the moment.”

We are both dressed by the end of the conversation.

“Well, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow,” he says with a smile and a look that I’m sure kind of hints that he likes me. But that could just be me jumping to conclusions as normal.

“Have a good day, see you tomorrow.”

He picks up his bag and heads out of the changing room. I stand still for a while staring at the space opposite me thoughts of him race around my head. I now know he is gay, does he fancy me? That’s a different matter. Tomorrow can’t come quick enough. I want to spend more time with him, get to know more about him, see him naked with his cock hard. What I want more than anything is to be naked in his arms. He is so handsome; I want to feel his strong muscular arms holding me tight to his body.

My cock stiffens again in my trousers as I imagine us together in the shower. But now I need to head off to work, goddamn he is going to be on my mind again all day and night.

5.                        Friday.

I rush enthusiastically to the leisure centre, my heart thudding against the wall of my chest. My cock is already stiff in my joggers with the thoughts of Frank naked in the shower. When I arrive, he is standing outside, talking to the two women. I realise I don’t even know their names, although I have seen them every morning for the last year. They all say good morning as I approach them. Frank smiles at me and my hands sweat as I look at him.

The dark hair of his beard makes his teeth look even brighter white than normal.

“How are you this morning?” he asks. His deep sexy voice makes me tingle all over.

“I’m good, ready for a nice swim.”

The receptionist unlocks the door and we head into the building. I walk alongside Frank, desperately resisting the urge to touch him, this guy turns me on unlike anyone I have ever dated. Possibly because he is older and way fucking hot, I have only dated guys around my age before, although I’ve always lusted over real masculine bear guys.

“The usual thirty lengths today,” he says.

“As always, it’s enough to keep me fit.”

“You definitely are fit.” His words catch me off guard and I feel my face warm.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“You didn’t, but I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“I’m just speaking the truth.”

That comment makes me blush even more as we reach the changing room and undress, facing each other across the room.

“Well, thanks,” I reply, struggling for the right words to say as I remove my shirt. I would ordinarily face the lockers when getting undressed, but today I want to watch him.

He strips off and I can tell his cock is semi-hard. I would love to feel him pressed against me, his cock leaking pre-cum between our bodies as he digs his fingers into my arse and pulls my cheeks apart. My cock stiffens as I daydream about me and him.

“Come on, slow coach, what you daydreaming about?” he asks, his voice pulling me out of the dream.

“Sorry, just things on my mind today,” I reply, turning to towards the lockers. I strip off my joggers and slip on my trunks, hurriedly throwing my things into the locker.

“Ready.”

We walk down the corridor past the showers into the pool area. Getting into the water, we swim along together, not speaking much, but there still seems to be a connection between us. Once we finish the thirty lengths, we get out of the pool, grab our towels, and head to the showers.

Standing next to each other under the showerheads I can almost feel the heat of his skin against mine. He pushes down on the button and water cascades from the shower onto his body. I do the same, sneaking looks at him when I think he is distracted by the shower. I remove my trunks first today, sliding them down my legs to the floor, I kick them to the side and give my cock and balls a squeeze.

He removes his trunks and his cock is hard, causing mine to stiffen more. Taking a handful of body wash, he rubs his hands over this chest, the soapsuds running over his abs and dripping into his pubic hair. He is only a foot away from me; the thought of feeling his gorgeous hairy body in my hands sends shivers down my spine and my skin tingles. I’m too shy to make a move like that, though, the fear of his reaction if I have misinterpreted things makes me keep my hands to myself.

I watch his hands glide over his chest, then down to his abs as he massages the body wash into his skin. Licking my lips as his cock stiffens, his foreskin pulls back away from the head as it raises towards his body. Lathering up my chest, my hands soon slide down and grasp my cock. I close my eyes and lean my head back as the pleasure of my hand sliding along my shaft flows through me. Opening my eyes, I look back at Frank; he is now massaging his balls and stroking his shaft. His eyes connect with mine.

Time seems to stop as we stare deep into each other, I can see the desire within him as his eyes search mine, trying to read my thoughts. My lips part as my tongue pushes out, licking along my lower lip, giving him the sign he has been searching for.

He moves closer and my body tenses as I feel his hand slide over my arse. I stop stroking my cock and turn to face him, our bodies covered in soap bubbles. My acceptance of his touch gives him a green light. Pulling me into his body I feel his cock slide against mine as they become trapped between us. His other hand grabs my arse and crushes my cheeks with his strong grip. The coarse hair of his beard brushes against my face as I feel his breath warm my lips.

Any thoughts or worries of where we are drain from my mind as his lips meet mine. The thick hair on his chest makes my nipples stiffen as it rubs against them. His mouth, rough and raw, kisses me, my body giving into his strong, muscular hands, his tongue pushes into my mouth, searching for mine. He moves me back onto the shower wall, grinding his rock-hard cock into me as he continues exploring my mouth. I have been yearning for this all week, wanting to be in this daddy’s arms. Sliding my hands over his back, tracing along his spine, down to rest above his arse, I pull him tighter into me as I grind my cock between our wet, soapy bodies. The showers switch off as we lose ourselves within each other. His hands grab my arms as he bites my lower lip, then softly nibbles his way down to the nape of my neck. All the time we continue grinding our cocks together, I can feel my balls tightening, preparing to release the frantic pleasure building inside me. Our thrusting gets faster as we both edge towards the point of no return.

Every inch of my smooth skin is tingling as his hairs rub against my skin. The sensation of being caressed by an older man is something I have dreamed of many times. My breath is quickening as I moan.

“I’m going to come.” I growl the words, breathless and panting as I thrust against him.

“So am I,” he whispers.

My legs tremble and my fingers dig into his waist as my cum shoots between us, I press my mouth into his shoulder to stifle my moans. He rams his cock against me, feeling the warmth of my cum with every push. He roars noisily as his body convulses into mine, his cock exploding, pumping thick, warm cum against my skin. His voice echoing around the shower room, I’m surprised nobody hears him, he was that loud. We both hold each other tight as we pant for breath.

After a while, he steps back from me and admires my cum-soaked body.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a few days now,” he says whilst trying to control his breathing.

“I’ve wanted it since I almost walked into you on Monday.”

He smiles at me. “You’re one sexy lad.”

“You’re a fucking hot daddy,” I reply as I rub the cum into my stomach. He laughs at me. “What’s funny?”

“Being called a daddy.”

“Sorry, don’t you like that?”

“It’s fine, it made me laugh to hear it.”

“Oh, okay.”

“We best get cleaned up or we will be late for work.”

I agree with him and we both shower off the sticky mess left by our session. We don’t speak much as we get dressed and Frank seems to rush out of the changing room.

“I’ve got to rush, see you in the morning,” he says as he leaves the changing room.

I stand and stare at the empty doorway; my insecurities mess with my mind as I wonder if he regrets what had happened. Well, tomorrow will tell, I say to myself, trying to calm my mind as I finish getting dressed. Either way, being with him was really great. I want more of him and hopefully he wants more of me.

6. Saturday.

I couldn’t wait to tell my flatmate Brandon last night about the shower incident with Frank. I had to tell someone because it was so fucking great. I couldn’t dream of meeting a hotter daddy! Brandon was his usual negative self, as always, telling me to be careful as Frank is possibly just looking for a fuck buddy. But then Brandon knows me well, and he knows how fast I get wrapped up in guys. He often tells me I scare them away because I’m too full-on when I meet them. I know he is right, but I can’t help myself. I think I’m just desperate to have a boyfriend.

When I get to the leisure centre, my heart sinks. Frank is not outside. Nobody is there — the women never swim at the weekends anyway — it is just me. I begin to think Brandon was right about Frank; he was just after a bit of fun. The receptionist opens the door and I amble to the changing room, my shoulders stooped, my bag dragging on the floor. The excitement I left the flat with drained from me the moment I had seen he wasn’t waiting outside.

I let out a heavy sigh as I put my bag on the bench and undress, beating myself up inside for being so gullible. I should know better. Once I have changed into my swim trunks, I throw my stuff into the locker and head to the pool. Swimming my normal thirty lengths I take a little longer today as my heart isn’t in it. I get out of the pool and head to the showers and as I stand under the stream of water my thoughts drift back to yesterday morning and being held against the wall by Frank.

My cock stiffens as the images of us together flash through my mind. Then my thoughts change back to the disappointment that he is not here today. I take my time to shower partly because I feel down but also still in the hope Frank will appear.

Once I finish in the shower, I head back to the lockers. The place is still empty, not a sign of him. I’m not sure what I thought would happen between us, after all, he must be twice my age — why would he want to hang out with a kid like me?

Drying myself, I get dressed at a snail’s pace, the longer I spend in the changing room, the more upset I become about him not being here. I don’t even have a contact number or anything to get in touch with him. Damn, I’m such an idiot chasing an older guy. What was I thinking.?

Packing my things into my bag, I throw it over my shoulder and head out of the changing room. I feel totally downhearted. It’s funny how you can go from feeling on top of the world to down in the gutter in such a short period.

Saying goodbye to the receptionist, I open the door and step outside; the air feels cold as it hits my skin. I scan the car park, still hoping to see his car, but apart from a few cars that must belong to the staff, his car is not there. I put my headphones on and play upbeat music in an attempt to cheer myself up before I get home and have to listen to Brandon saying he told me so. Walking along the path towards the road, I’m looking down, singing along in my head to the music.

“Carter.”

I hear a voice shouting out over the music and look up. My heartbeat skips as I see Frank sitting in his car.

“Carter,” he shouts again as I remove my headphones.

“Hey, I didn’t think you were coming,” I reply, a smile creeping from the corners of my mouth.

“Sorry, I overslept. I had a late night.”

I walk over to the open car window. “I thought you had regretted yesterday,” I blurt out without thinking.

“Don’t be silly I have no regrets. Have you finished your swim?”

“Yeah, all done. I’m heading back home now.”

“That’s a shame I was looking forward to spending time with you.”

“Sorry, all done,” I reply. My face flushes thinking about what he means by spending time with me.

“Well, I have work to do today, how would you like to meet up later tonight? Maybe grab a drink or a bite to eat somewhere?”

That catches me off guard and my mind runs into overdrive thinking about the fact he wants to meet up outside of the pool.

“Yeah, that would be great.”

 “Take my number and send me a text so I can save yours, we can sort out something later.

I take my phone out of my pocket, my hands sweating with excitement. He tells me his number and I key it into my phone entering his name and hitting save.

“Text me and I will call you later,” he says with that lovely smile.

“Will do.” I can feel my face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement at the thought of meeting him later.

“Okay, catch you later,” he says, then drives away to park his car.

I’m in a state of shock, my emotions all over the place as I walk away, heading home rapidly. I must tell Brandon my news.

7. Saturday Evening.

I spend the afternoon rummaging through my wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear for the evening. It’s difficult as I still don’t know where we are going, I pick two outfits, one casual and the other a little smarter. The sound of my phone ringing makes me jump and I scramble over the bed to grab it.

“Hello.”

“Hi, Carter, I hope you’re well. Are you still up for meeting tonight?”

“Yeah, man, where were you thinking of meeting?”

“Do you know the gay bar near Trafalgar Square?”

“Yep, it’s a bear bar, I can’t remember the name of it though.”

“That’s the one. Let’s meet there about seven o’clock and decide what to do from there.”

“Cool, I will see you then.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

He hangs up the phone; the conversation seemed to be over before it began. I still have three hours until I need to be there so I put on some music and chill at the flat. Brandon is out, so I’m wandering around in my comfy boxers. After an hour of listening to music, I get showered and dressed for the evening. I have decided on a pair of black, tight-fitting jeans and a white T-shirt that clings in all the right places, and I douse myself in cologne. I head out of the flat and catch a train into central London. The trains were running late, so I ended up rushing from the station to the bar.

Being a Saturday night, there is already a crowd of guys standing outside, drinking and chatting. I suddenly feel a little self-conscious as I approach them. I’ve been to this bar before; it has a lot of older guys that drink here and being a lot younger than them, I can feel their eyes following as I walk past them towards the entrance to the bar.

The doorman gives me a smile as I walk in, so I politely smile back. There were more guys outside than inside, most likely because it is early. I scan the bar to see if Frank is there, but I can’t see him, so I get a drink and take a seat at a table in the corner, it has a good view of the entrance as I sit waiting for Frank.

I start to lose count of the number of guys that walk through the door and smile at me, some of them are hot, others well I wouldn’t give them a second glance if I saw them in the street. Looking at the clock, it’s five minutes past seven. He is late, one of my pet peeves, as I’m a stickler for timekeeping. I get myself stressed if I’m ever late arriving anywhere. Frank is the next guy to walk in the bar. He is wearing dark blue jeans and a black shirt fitted tight to his abs and wide open at the neck, showing off his hairy chest. I feel my heartbeat quicken as he walks towards me, his smile drawing my eyes from his chest to his face.

“Sorry, I’m late the trains were delayed.”

“No worries, my train was late.”

I stay on my seat, unsure whether to stand and hug him. He takes control, coming right up to me and placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Glad you’re here; what are you drinking?” he asks.

“Vodka and lemonade.”

“Okay, I won’t be a minute.”

He walks to the bar and I sit admiring his backside and how flawlessly his jeans fit his well-toned arse as he leans on the bar, talking to the barman. I’ve always fancied older guys but I have never dated one; my insecurity stops me from approaching guys in bars. The few guys that have spoken to me when I’ve been on a night out end up being in relationships and are looking for fun on the side. I know Frank is single and he may be over twice my age but he is so fucking hot and sexy. Memories of yesterday in the showers flash into my mind and my cock stiffens as I remember coming over him.

“Here you go,” he says, placing the drink on the table. He sits on the seat next to me and slides his hand along my thigh. “Great to see you.”

“You too. I’m pleased you’re here, I was feeling like meat on a deli counter because of the number of guys that have checked me out as they walk in the bar.”

“Well, I’m not surprised; you’re a good-looking lad.” He follows his words with a killer smile that sends my heart fluttering in my chest.

“Thanks. So have you had any thoughts what you would like to do tonight?”

The look on his face gives away what his mind is thinking.

“I know what I would like to do with you, but a drink and a chance to get to know a little about you will do for tonight.”

I feel my face warm at his comment and a little laugh escapes my lips. “That sounds good. I’ve not eaten, though, so do you mind if we grab a bite to eat as well?”

“I’m up for that, let’s have this drink. What do you fancy to eat?”

I give him a cheeky grin “If you were on the menu, a nice thick sausage,” I say with a laugh, “but pizza will be okay.”

He laughs and raises his eyebrows; there is an undeniable connection between us. Putting his arm behind me on the chair, he leans in closer and I’m drawn into him, closing my eyes as our lips meet, we exchange a sweet, soft kiss.

We finish our drinks and head to the local pizza place, sharing an extra-large pizza. The conversation still flowing, we chat about things we like movies, TV, and music, finding we have a lot of things in common. I have already decided I want to be in bed with this guy by the end of the night. Every time he stares into my eyes I get goose bumps at the thought of his hands on me, his hairy body on top of me.

It turns out he lives around the corner from my flat so we agree to head back towards home before the bars empty and the trains get packed with drunk people. Sitting on the train talking, he invites me back to his place for a coffee, an offer I will not refuse.

Getting off the train we walk towards his house. I have made a mental note that since we left the bar he hasn’t touched or kissed me. We take about ten minutes to walk from the station to the house. His house is on a new estate; it looks like a small house from the outside but then most new properties seem to be small nowadays. Unlocking the door, he gestures for me to go inside. Closing the door, he pulls me into his arms, his lips touching mine as I feel his hard cock pressing against me, causing mine to stiffen.

His body traps me against the wall as his tongue pushes deep into my mouth, the roughness of his beard rubbing my face turns me on even more. I’ve always dreamed of a daddy taking control and forcing himself on me. He continues grinding his cock into me as I grind my cock back into him. My head is dizzy from the alcohol and excitement of the moment. Breaking free from my mouth, he roughly bites the side of my neck, taking my earlobe between his teeth. His breath feels hot on the soft skin; my neck prickles as he pulls and bites my lobe. Ripping my T-shirt free from my jeans, he slides his hands around my waist and hugs me tighter to him. We're both lost in the passion of each other. His experience shows as he expertly teases me with bites and kisses, my body relaxing into his.

“Shall we go upstairs?” he asks, his voice breathless in a low growl.

“Yes.”

“Take your shoes off, I never wear them indoors.”

We slip our shoes off and he takes my hand, leading me up the stairs. I have been fantasizing about him all week, dreaming of being with him, and now he is taking me to his bed.

It’s strange; I have seen him naked before and even with a rock-hard cock in the shower but being here in his bedroom, I have a weird nervous feeling flowing through me.

He grabs the sides of my T-shirt and pulls it off over my head and I hear a moan of approval from him as he admires my hairless chest, casually running his fingers over my body. Stepping away from me, I watch him as he unbuttons his shirt, each one revealing more of his lovely, hairy chest, but also to my surprise he is wearing a leather chest harness. The black straps bind tight to his body, silver studs tracing along the leather. He pulls the shirt off his shoulders and drops it on the floor.

Fuck, he looks stunning — I could shoot my load right now — with the leather nestled against his thick hair and his tattoo inscribed down the right side of his body. I want to grab hold of him and feel his thick hair rubbing over my chest, teasing my nipples, the studs on the harness digging into me and scratching against my skin. I manage to keep still, letting him take control. My breath quickens, my cock still hard and beginning to leak as he pulls the belt loose on his jeans, unbuttoning the fly he slides them down his legs. I can’t stop the gasp of excitement that leaves my lips as I see he is wearing a black leather jock strap. I’ve fucking gone to heaven and found my daddy.

Removing his jeans from his feet, he pulls his socks off at the same time. I’m standing in front of a gorgeous, hairy bear, bound in leather. My heart is pounding in my chest, my hands are sweaty and clammy with anticipation. He steps closer and grabs my belt, giving it a tug to loosen it. Unbuttoning my jeans, he slides them to the floor kneeling down as he does. His face is now inches from my cock, hard and throbbing inside my white briefs.

“Nice tight white briefs, just what I like,” he whispers in a low, seductive tone.

His face presses against my cock; I hear him take in a deep breath, then moan with pleasure, making my cock throb and leak more. I know there must be a wet patch on the front of my briefs as his tongue targets the head of my cock. Licking the pre-cum from the cotton material, he lightly bites my cock through my briefs. My hands grab hold of his hair as I moan loudly, rubbing my cock into his mouth. I feel his hands slide up the back of my legs, grabbing the back of my briefs, and he pulls them down, freeing my cock.

He licks and bites my shaft working his way to my balls, his tongue tracing over them. I’m having to fight the desire to come as he returns to my shaft. The warmth of his soft lips closes over my cock and his tongue is circling the head. I begin to thrust into his mouth. He must sense I’m near the edge; as I thrust faster, he pulls his mouth away.

Standing, his hands grab my arms and shift me over to his bed. Pushing me, I fall back onto the bed, my wet cock hard and throbbing. He climbs onto the bed, straddling my legs so my cock rubs against his leather jock. Lowering himself onto me, his breath feels warm on my lips, his tongue traces tenderly over them. Teasing me as the cold studs of his chest harness brush over my hard nipples, his fingers lock into mine, gripping tight as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I can feel the studs on his jock as I grind my cock against him; my balls are aching for release.

His body feels heavy on me as he kisses me intensely, exploring my mouth with his tongue. I can’t hold back any longer; my balls tighten against my body as I thrust wildly against him, my cock hitting the studs on his jock and sending me over the edge. My body spasms, my breathing heavy and loud, as cum shoots between our bodies.

He lifts himself back onto his knees, staring down at me, cum dripping from his jock onto my cock. He picks up my cum with his fingers and sucks them into his mouth. I stay on my back, regaining my breath as I watch him eat my cum. Pulling at the sides of his jock, the straps come apart and he removes it, throwing it behind him onto the floor. His cock is hard and throbbing, the skin stretched back entirely from the head as he looks into my eyes.

“My turn now,” he says, smiling down at me.

Shifting on his knees he moves up my body dragging his cock against my skin until his knees settle under my arms. He pushes his cock towards my mouth and I part my lips, opening my warm, wet mouth for him. I taste the pre-cum with my tongue as it leaks from the tip. He pushes his cock into my mouth, letting out a moan as I close my lips around his shaft. His thrusts begin slow, in and out of my mouth. I lift my hands to his arse and grab his cheeks pulling him deeper into my mouth.

He fucks my mouth, his thrusts getting faster as his moans turn to low growls. I dig my fingers into his arse, encouraging him to go deeper into my throat. He responds, ramming his cock harder into my mouth, he bucks against my face as he roars deafeningly, his warm, salty cum filling my mouth. I feel his legs shaking as the orgasm takes hold of his body. Keeping his cock in my mouth, I suck and lick it clean. Then he climbs off me, lying on the bed next to me, his breathing heavy and loud.

“I fucking needed that,” he says, breathless, his voice still shaky.

“So did I, you’re one fucking hot guy,” I reply as I roll over and snuggle my head against his hairy chest. He wraps his arms around me, hugging me close to him as I entwine my legs with his.

“I’m glad I met you at the pool; you’re just what I need,” he says.

“Yeah, me too,” I reply as I rub my face against his hot, sweaty chest.

We lay together for a while whilst our bodies relax. After some time he looks over at the clock on his bedside table, the LED display reading twelve thirty.

“You best head home, it's getting late,” he says.

“Yeah, I suppose I should,” I reply, trying to hide the disappointment he doesn’t want me to stay the night.

I clamber off the bed and gather my clothes together, neither of us say much as I get dressed. He grabs a pair of shorts from a drawer and slips them on. Once I’m dressed, he follows me back downstairs. At the bottom I slip my shoes back on and turn to face him.

“I’ve enjoyed tonight,” I say.

“Me too,” he says, then leans in and gives me a kiss.

“Will you be at the pool tomorrow?” I ask.

“Probably not, I have a lot of work to catch up on and it’s been a late night. I will be there on Monday.”

“Okay, I will see you then.” I give him another quick kiss, then he opens the door so I can leave.

Walking down the path, I look back as he closes the door. As I head home, my insecurities kick in again and I wonder if he will turn up at swimming on Monday. I hope he does, because I like him a lot. He is one hell of a fucking hot daddy bear.

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Planned releases for 2018

Insatiable Desires

Carter (Daddy Bear, book 2)

Home (David, book 6)

Frank (Daddy Bear book 3)

Insecurity (David, book 7)

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