All the usual disclaimers apply. Please respect my ownership of this tale and do not circulate it without my permission. As always, if you enjoy it please feel free to write me at worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com for some friendly chat. --WMC
Prologue
This is a true account of my first meeting with the only man I've ever experienced whose masculinity I felt eclipsed my own and not one of those fantasies about supermen with sixteen-inch dicks that you can't get your hand around. You might find them fun to read about but they are, after all, only fantasy. This is reality where 'big' means what you will actually find readily available in that category...more than seven but less than nine. The dialogue is as real as I can recall it after almost four years have passed, so please don't expect to read anything remotely resembling "EAT that man dick, pussy boy!". This man was the most nurturing, mentoring kind of lover you can possibly imagine and I thank my lucky stars that I was fortunate enough to meet and experience him. The sex is unprotected, but only because we had proof that we were both HIV-. I strongly believe you should never go without protection with ANYONE who can't produce that for you with absolute certainty of its authenticity. That said, I hope you enjoy this slice of my actual life.
THE DADDY BEAR
-by WMC
He was definitely what you call a man's man; silver hair, hazel eyes, a still youthful looking 61 years of age, about five feet ten inches tall and perhaps 245 solid pounds of broad-shouldered, thick-chested, incredibly masculine 'daddy'. He bore a strong resemblance in the face to one of my favorite actors, but his body was much more compact and sturdy. He strode through the door into a party I was attending and we immediately took notice of one another.
Soon we were sitting across from each other in the living room and getting acquainted while the other party-goers mixed and mingled around us. At first I thought he might simply be a gay-friendly straight man because I'd never met a gay man so rugged and masculine, but I was delightfully mistaken on that count. He was all man and, I quickly learned, strictly into men. It had been exactly as I hoped - a case of lust at first sight for the both of us.
I've always loved men in beards and have one myself, but this man was clean shaven with a beard so heavy it permanently marked his face with its outline - something that can turn me on even more than a man who has grown his out. It somehow says something to me about a man's level of confidence. As we talked I couldn't help noticing how completely his balls packed the crotch of his trousers, and the sound of his deep voice rumbling up from his powerful looking chest had me melting except for my raging hard-on. We eventually parted and circulated the party, but always managed to find occasions to briefly interact with each other again. Upon leaving I gave him my phone number and told him how much I hoped to hear from him.
Within a couple of days the phone rang. It was him and that voice soon had me standing in the den once more sporting a hard-on that threatened to rip my pants. By the time I hung up I had a date to come to his house the next day to get sexually acquainted. It would be the first of several such encounters I would have with him and probably the most sexually profound experience of my life.
I was a bit nervous when I arrived. I'm not what I consider a terribly promiscuous man and, while I had always found the men I'd encountered attractive, I had never been faced with the prospect of sex with a man quite this handsome, masculine and ruggedly built. He invited me in and we made some slightly awkward chitchat as we lustfully looked each other over. Simultaneously sensing the need to advance our encounter we both stood and almost cautiously approached one another.
"You're a big man," he said with nervous excitement in his deep voice as he ran his hands over my shoulders.
He was right. I am. At a height of six feet one inch I stood about three inches taller than he did. I was then 43 years of age and had spent the better part of 30 years lifting free weights for recreation. I don't have the kind of defined muscularity of a bodybuilder because I have always stuck with basic strength building lifts. Thus I have acquired more the kind of muscular bulk of a weightlifter. I have always admired strong looking men with nice bellies and, at my then 243 pounds, I was proud of the physical presence I had developed.
We embraced for a long, deep kiss and when I felt the strength in his thick arms as he wrapped them around me I reciprocated with a hug that was equally if not more forceful. He stepped back and smiled knowingly as he began unbuttoning my shirt. When he took it off of me he whistled long and slow, running his strong hands over the contours of my large, mostly smooth chest. I followed his finger with my eyes as he let it trail over the convexity of my firm, fuzzy belly, at which point I saw a thick bulge in his crotch with a huge wet spot at the bottom of it. He looked down at it too and when he raised his face to me again that knowing smile had become the slightest bit sheepish. He took me by my hands and silently walked backward in front of me as he led me down a short hallway and into his bedroom.
"You have the neatest muscles. What are these?" he asked, running his hands up to my neck from my shoulders.
"They're called trapezius muscles...traps for short," I replied.
"They're very manly," he said.
We embraced again for another kiss. I pulled away and stripped his shirt off of him. He was beautiful! He didn't have the kind of thickness I've gained from working out, but a more natural and manly thickness that only good genes and years of manual labor can give a man. His chest was strong and solid without the telltale pecs you get from lifting weights, and it framed the firm roundness of his belly in a most masculine way. His front was not matted with fur but more decorated with just the right amount in all the right places, allowing me a clear view of those classic half-dollar-sized nipples you always read about in these erotic stories. He turned to close the blinds in the window and I could see a dusting of hair on his broad upper back.
He turned to face me again and sucked his gorgeous, hairy gut up to unfasten his pants. I did likewise and shamelessly ogled the hard-on that strained at his briefs as he shucked off his khaki trousers. The weak elastic in the leggings of his underwear could barely contain his balls. Once out of my jeans I knelt before him and slowly pulled his briefs down onto his thighs, almost dumbstruck at what sprang out. This was the kind of dick you usually see in porn flicks attached to twinkish boys you have absolutely no interest in. But on this man it was a sight so breathtakingly beautiful I could not keep my glee from showing on my face as I studied the cord- like veins that stood out along the thick shaft.
Having over seven inches of length and more than five inches of girth I had been the better-hung man in all of my previous sexual encounters. What I was staring at had to be at least an inch longer and, though I have no idea how big around this would equate to, it was easily half an inch wider than mine. It was so incredibly long and thick that my hand literally shook as I took hold of the beast and felt its manly heft. I've never been too concerned with size really, but being confronted with a dick that practically dwarfed my own definitely put me in touch with the "boy" inside who had longed in vain to play with a set of adult-sized male genitals.
My admiration in full bloom I aimed it at my mouth and smeared my lips in the clear fluid that seeped from the slit in the broad, blunt head. Then I pinned it to his belly with one hand and slipped the other behind the huge balls that lay on his thighs. I pulled them out toward my mouth and gave them a tongue bath like I have never given another man. I then squeezed the base of his thick shaft. As the head ballooned and turned crimson in color I used my tongue to smear his pre-cum over its smooth, rubbery surface.
"Easy there," he said with a laugh as he reached down to help me up, "let's try to make this last a while."
Once standing I embraced him again and felt the head of that magnificent dick nestle between my thighs.
"Sorry," I replied, "I've just never been with a man hung bigger than me before and I'm feeling a little...inspired, I guess."
We kissed again and he gently pushed me back onto his bed. Straddling my legs he leaned over me and slid his hands around my waist. Then, in an humbling display of his strength, he deftly lifted my hips and peeled my underwear down to my knees in one swift movement. His eyes lit up as my hard-on sprung free, slapping my lower belly and resting back down on my hip. He leaned down, resting on his elbows, then kissed my balls and ran his tongue over the length of my shaft. He stood his torso up on his arms and smiled at me, his massive balls swaying hypnotically between his powerful thighs, then crawled on top of me and slid his enormous meat up onto my belly. His scrotum draped over mine as his balls settled into the crevice formed by my thighs and he began hunching his dick up against mine between our bellies.
"This is going to be v-e-r-y nice," he commented with a confident smile.
He rolled off to my side and lay on his back, then grabbed the base of his dick and stood it up. I stood mine up and admired how much noticeably bigger his was. With our free hands we began to stroke each other. I broke out in chills at the remarkable thickness and beautiful shape of his erection. It felt velvety smooth in my hand and filled my grip so completely I could have happily lain there just jacking him off till the end of time, but I knew that more wonderful things were in store for me.
I let go of his dick and took hold at the wrist of the hand he'd had around its base. I then let go of my hard-on and held my hand up, placing his against it. I was amazed to see that it entirely outlined mine. I pressed his thumb, almost as thick as my flaccid penis, to my lips and briefly sucked on it. Then I scooted down in the bed till I could lay my head on his stomach and began nursing on the head of his dick while my right hand ran over its length and fondled his enormous ball sac. He laid one of his hands on my head and sighed in contentment as he ran his fingers through my hair. From my sideways approach to taking the head of his swollen organ in my mouth I was helpless to avoid its tremendous thickness with my teeth. Time became suspended and I have no idea how long I lay against him sucking on his magnificent tool. I strained my jaws not to abrade him too much and reveled in the security I felt.
Eventually I got on top of him and tongue-fucked his hairy navel. His large, brown nipples looked incredibly delicious so I crawled up his sturdy frame and began alternately sucking on them. Then, his arms behind his head, I observed the thick convexity of his furry armpits and began teasing them with my tongue. When I felt his dick begin pressing harder into my gut I scooted up high enough on him to free it and reached back to stand it up. Then I eased back until its great length nestled into the spread crack of my ass. My dick and balls ground into the firmness of his belly as I worked my butt against his hard-on.
"What a beauty!" he announced as he wrapped a hand around the head of my cock and let me pump it into his warm fist.
Then he giggled a little and remarked, "You know, I have a friend who spends weeks at a time cruising the park for dicks like yours. He would kill to be in my place right now."
"You're kidding...considering the size of yours I didn't figure I made much of an impression on you," I said, clearly surprised.
He pressed his free hand to my chest until I sat upright on him and then pushed the hand still on my dick down into my pubic fat.
"It's hard for something like this to not make an impression on you. I've seen some awful big dicks that weren't as big as mine," he said as he noisily slapped my hard-on between our bellies.
"Ever seen one that was bigger than yours?" I had to ask.
"Once. The size differential was probably twice the difference between you and me. It was beautiful to look at, but there wasn't much else you could do with it. It was so fat I could hardly even get suction on it," he began.
I studied the lines that creased his handsome face and listened as he worked his hand up and down over my length while finishing his story. Then I leaned down until my hard-on was tightly sandwiched between our guts and peppered his manly jowls with kisses.
"You tease me with these kisses," he said as he took my head in his powerful hands and drove his tongue into my mouth.
When he freed me from his grasp I laid my face against his and ran my hands over his broad shoulders. I could feel the head of his dick between my buttocks and began clenching them on it.
"God! You feel so good!" I said while hunching my erection between us.
In response he wrapped his powerful arms around me and tightly hugged me against him. With the warmth of his thick, hairy torso against my smooth skin, the strength of his arms as they held me, and the pressure of his rigid member against my exposed sphincter I felt completely enveloped in his masculinity.
"Prop yourself up against the head board. I want you to see what a turn on it's going to be for me to suck a dick as long and fat as yours," I said as I climbed off of him.
He blushed a little as he complied with my instruction. When he spread his thighs I watched with almost child-like amazement as his huge nut sac rolled down onto the mattress between them. I straddled his right leg and let my dick and balls slide down to its inside. Then I began sucking and nibbling on his enormous bag, rolling his balls around with my tongue. I started to suck one of them into my mouth but just before it was halfway in I discovered I couldn't get my teeth far enough apart to take it all the way. He caught his breath with a sharp gasp as I tried only once to create enough suction on it to force it past them. So I gave up and just lay there kissing and sucking on the massive orbs until they were covered in my drool. He beamed that warm, grandfatherly smile of his down on me as he stood his timber up at its base and I giggled like a schoolboy while he confidently thumped it against my face. I took it in my hand and began licking my way up its generous length until my nose reached the bloated head, where I faintly detected my odor.
With my tongue I liberally coated it in my saliva before taking it into my mouth, almost coming from the thrill of tasting myself on him. My left hand was tightly wrapped around the base and I tried to slide my lips down the vein-ribbed shaft to meet it. I didn't quite get there before it pressed for entry into my throat and made me gag. I came up a couple of inches but determinedly stayed on his turgid organ to try a few more times in vain. Finally I turned my gaze up to his face and started an up and down rhythm that intentionally showcased his impressively large size for him, repeatedly pulling almost all the way off of it before driving back down for every inch I could possibly stuff in my mouth.
Every so often I couldn't resist trying to get it down into my throat but its magnificent thickness was just too much for me. Each time I pressed the back of my throat down onto the head I could feel his shaft thicken from the compression and tug at my lips. I would hold that position for as long as I could stand it to show off his fantastic girth. The modesty he had shown up to that point regarding his dimensions was betrayed by the pride that beamed in his expression while he enjoyed the performance I was giving him. When I began to feel a bit sore from my constant pounding on his cock head I took it out of my mouth and pressed it to my face, passionately nuzzling its spit-slickened surface.
"Let's sixty-nine for a while," he said, "I've got to taste that slab of dick that's been rubbing against my leg."
I crawled up in the bed and positioned myself over him to oblige his request. He maneuvered his head under me so that he could take my hard-on in his mouth and then I picked his up off of his belly and did the same. The combined sensations of his mouth on my dick and his dick in my mouth caused me to lose myself in lust. I instinctively hunched into the moist warmth of his oral cavity and was quickly jolted back to reality by the sound of him gagging as he struggled underneath me to remove my erection from it.
I quickly rolled off of him and excitedly apologized, "I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"
He laughed and assured me he was fine, then took my dick in his hand and stood it away from my belly as he said, "I don't think you're fully aware of just how much nature gave you to work with here. How about trading places with me?"
I quickly lay on my back in the middle of the bed and watched with delight as his massive balls soon swayed over my face. I took the head of his rigid member into my mouth then felt him stand mine up and slide his mouth down on it until the head was comfortably lodged in the back of his throat again. As he began to lower himself I slid my hands up the sides of his belly and began kneading his wonderfully full, muscular buttocks. With expert precision he eased his hulking member down until it filled my mouth and his great, sagging balls settled onto my face. With his loins parted over me and his balls rolling around on my face, his manly scent became all the stronger and more intoxicating. I happily breathed it as often and deeply as I could while he sucked me and skillfully probed my gullet with his uncommonly large manhood.
Occasionally he would pull up off of my hard-on and gently squeeze my balls while he said all the wonderful things a man likes to hear from another man. Trust me when I tell you that those words were all the more wonderful coming from a man of his incredibly masculine presence. Then he would squeeze the base of my erection until I could feel it inflate to maximum thickness and sink his mouth down on it until it was once again at the point of penetrating his throat. With so much sensory overload to stimulate me it didn't take long before I was pumping his mouth full of come. He stayed on me and sucked with such force that I began to find it painful, but my mouth was too full of him to be able to say anything. So I moaned and grunted as I patted his hip to signal him. He understood and rolled off.
He looked back at me with sheer delight and swallowed the load he had coaxed from me. The sight of such a burly daddy savoring my seed was more exhilarating and rewarding than I had ever imagined. Watching him smile and stroke his man-sized meat as he did this I was more determined than ever to take his load as well.
"I thought you were never going to stop coming in me," he said with a look of contentment.
"I want to get my face fucked with this hog leg," I confessed as I ran my hand over his beautiful dick.
"That's my boy! You're a tiger in bed!" he said with a mischievous grin as he got up and stood at the side of the bed, slowly stroking his still raging hard-on.
I quickly moved to where he was and spread my legs on either side of his. His dick was shiny with my saliva as I took it in my hand and aimed it at my face. I licked a generous helping of his pre-come from the drooling slit and then slid my lips over his wonderful hardness. He replaced my hand with his on its base and pinched it off so that it ballooned in my mouth. I then ran my hands up and down over his powerful thighs as he started slowly working his delicious meat in and out of my suctioning orifice. My hands instinctively worked their way around his hips to grab onto his muscular glutes, which were contracting and relaxing as he pistoned into me. He then placed one of his paw-like hands on the back of my head and gradually gathered speed with his thrusts.
I could feel his enormity testing my gag reflex with each spearing jolt but somehow managed to suppress it. He was in full control of me and I loved it. The harder and faster he worked his dick in my mouth the fatter it got until my jaws were so helplessly tired I could barely get suction on him. The words of his earlier story came back to me as my mouth became little more than a sleeve for him to fuck as he saw fit. He could have taken damaging advantage of me in the interest of his own gratification but showed the considerate restraint to hold back just enough to ensure it was pleasurable for me as well. The feel of my lips sliding over his colossal hardness soon had me fully erect once more and I sucked him for all I was worth. His beautiful, oversized testicles were flopping against his beefy thighs and I cupped a hand behind them for protection. I then completely relaxed and committed myself entirely to his pleasure.
I have no idea how long he was at it before he thrust forward and pushed me down on his rigid cock until my air was cut off. He held me there just long enough to make me worry momentarily before withdrawing and working me on his battering ram of a dick some more. Then he did it again, holding me down on it just a tad longer. The third time he did this he erupted in my mouth with a near roar and fed my hunger for his juice - permeating my fully stuffed mouth with its bitter-sweet flavor before letting me back off of it just enough to catch my breath.
I hungrily took every drop he could offer, nursing the ooze from him and feeling as though the business end of his magnificent tool was the only place I ever wanted to be from then on. After some time I reluctantly released the softening member from my come-coated lips and kissed his massive balls with a passion that surprised even me. I looked up into his smiling face then locked my arms around his waist and pressed my face into the furry warmth of his firm, round gut.
The rest of that afternoon we spent lying naked in his bed. We explored each other's body with our mouths and hands, ground our dicks together between our bellies and sucked each other's balls as we confessed our mutual admiration. Two more sessions of sixty-nine ensued and I quickly took the bottom position to experience those fantastic balls on my face. We discussed our sexual interests and shared our fantasies, making them the basis for our wonderfully gratifying, though short-lived, affair. I have never been with another man of such sexual intensity and prodigious endowment and I treasure the gift of his spectacular masculinity to this very day.
The End