My dad was always there for me after Mom left. He helped me throughout high school and the rest of middle school. Mom left when I was 13 and in the 7th grade. She was still in my life after, but Dad was the one who had full custody. It was something my mom didn’t even fight for, and even when I was a massive asshole, my dad was still there for me. He was always there to hug me tight, holding me against his big, burly chest with his strong arms.

He was a big and tall bearded man. Light brown hair and blue eyes, greys, and whites were trickling into the hair on both his face and head. It was a full beard, too; he kept it at a mid sort of length, not far out but not too close to his face. On the other hand, his hair rarely came past his ears. Sometimes, he would let it grow out a little, adding to his lumberjack look even more. Most of the time, however, he would keep his hair short, from crew cut to wash and wear for him. When he wasn’t wearing a hat, he usually had a middle part, except for those few months back in freshman year when he had spiky short hair. I admit it looked good on the man, but I prefer his regular look. He is quite the handsome fellow if I do say so myself.

I remember when I came out, my dad was still there to give me a big bear hug. He was always willing to hold me when I needed it, which was rarely. Despite his affection, which he was willing to show, and even his emotions occasionally, he was still pretty stoic. If I had to pick a picture of masculinity, it would probably be my father, also well over six feet, coming in at six foot four.

He has a belly, not a massive one, but a big enough one to qualify himself as a bear. It wasn’t just a dad’s body but a belly that complimented his sturdy build. He is full of muscle, too; his biceps were somewhat massive from most of the heavy lifting he would do, but he also works out to maintain them, especially when he isn’t doing a lot of heavy lifting. They always would bulge out of his long-sleeved shirts, especially his flannels; he even had to move a size up. His short-sleeved shirts were always stretched to their limits, too. And his shirts weren’t only stressed by his biceps, but by the big boobs he had, or rather his pecs, and much like his arms and the rest of his body, his pecs were covered in thick hair. Hair that always pokes out of his shirt.

I grabbed the lube from my nightstand in the second drawer and opened my phone. I quickly started looking through what I could use. Reddit, Pornhub, Scruff, Sniffies, Grindr, and any other pornsite I knew of. I slid through conversations and pics on the gay apps. I even went through illicit conversations on Instagram and TikTok, pulling up save folders full of all types of men. I rubbed between my crotch and started slipping a hand under my pants and underwear waistband.

Despite how far out from the town we were we got great internet. Of course, while hookups weren’t that hard to find, I didn’t feel like dragging my ass out at this time of night for one, and neither did my boyfriend. He was in town getting his ass to sleep off after a long day of work.

Finally I decided to pull my pants down, scrolling through my apps, trying to find something to focus on. I also decided to remove my shirt to expose my cub’s body. Covered in lighter hair compared to my dad’s, I was a little chubbier, but I was working on getting more muscle, and fortunately, I am not a lot bigger than my dad. I also seemed to have gotten his genes for gaining weight quickly, especially muscle. It was something I had always partly cursed my father for; even though I had always thought it looked amazing on other men, I hated how it looked on me. Seriously, my boyfriend had the same body type as my father.

I started rubbing my nipples just a little and then put some of the lube onto my hand, squirting it out just a little. I started tugging at my dick, trying to get it to grow as I looked through the images. I could feel the blood starting to flow to it, causing it to grow, and the nerves became more receptive. I moaned lightly. In next to no time, my cock is hard, ready to take the beating I have in store for it.

I am watching a video and jerking off when the door opens without warning. Shit, I think to myself. Dad wasn’t supposed to be home till a decent amount later tonight; I was doing some of my blankets, so I took them off the bed. While watching TV, I was scrolling through Instagram and saw a shirtless Chris Pratt and one thing led to another. I needed to jerk off so badly.

I was scrambling to find a blanket as fast as possible, but they were all on the opposite side of my bed. Trying to roll over to the other side of a king-sized bed with a hard-on and trying not to damage it isn’t easy. It was too late when I heard him.

His laugh was warm and sort of loud. He clapped his hands a little. He was grinning and staring at my junk. “Well then, son, sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh.” I was in shock. His eyes were still looking at my junk. He walked over to me; I didn’t know what to do. I laid down on the pillows and didn’t move. It felt like he was assessing me. “You know, I didn’t exactly expect my boy to have such a small cock.” He said, grabbing my manhood, playing with my balls just a little, and flopping my hard dick around. “It is pretty cute, though. I mean, damn, look at that thing; it’s seriously fucking adorable. I guess I have to be proud of that. I mean, how couldn’t a father be? His son’s cock is a lot smaller than his own, and while it’s no monster, it sure is cute.”

“D…d…dad.” I was able to stammer finally.

“It’s okay, son, it’s okay. It’s a beautiful little cock. It’s nothing I haven’t seen; I’ve even walked in on your little brother before.” My dad explained; he gave me a bear smile and talked softly with his rough voice. “Though I seemed to have passed down my genes to him.”

I was looking down at my dick. I knew it was small; it was something my boyfriend even knew but still enjoyed it. He never really said anything. It came in at about 3 inches, or so I thought. When getting into it, it would get plumper, but it was usually 3 inches. It never stopped me from messing around with guys; sure, I usually bottomed, but there were plenty of men who refused to top, too and enjoyed what I had.

I had already found out I was into small penis humiliation or just flat-out having a small dick after my encounter with a man one time. It was so strange. To make a long story short, after pulling my pants down, he was excited. He ogled my cock and called it small in a complimentary sort of way. He kept telling me how small it was and how he loved it. I was supposed to be taking his load in my hole, but he ended up having me breed him, calling me a good boy once I left the load into him. He held me after and ensured I understood it was okay to have a smaller package and we’d meet again.

That led me down that road. Soon after, I met my boyfriend, who I didn’t get into that stuff with, but he knew I was into it. He never moved to do it, which I am fine with. When I’d talk to other guys, I’d try to get them to call my dick small. Soon I would turn to Reddit to get what I crave, be it humiliation or more gentle reminders of my small cock. And I found all sorts of men into the humiliation and those who preferred them smaller.

Which is all to say why I’m hard but not why I’m frozen here. As my dad continues to play with my junk in his hands. My balls weren’t small by any means and look a little more portioned when I’m hard, but they are still on the bigger side. He was one of the last people I expected to hold my junk, let alone call it cute and tugging it.

I had always found my dad attractive, but I was always pushing that to the back of my mind because he was my father. I came from his seed; his cock pumped me out into my mother and made me. I was nothing but my dad’s sperm. That thought was exciting to me, too. I tried pushing this to the back of my mind but I couldn’t like all those other times. The times my dad walked around in his underwear. Boxers or boxer briefs. Seeing his packages or his hairy body. That bear belly that I wanted to grab or his hairy pecs. When he raised his arms, his pits, showing off to me, my mouth would fill with saliva. I even caught some glimpses of his cock; it was big, thick, and hairy. It wasn’t a monster per se, as it wouldn’t be an E.R. trip for most, but it was big. About 8 inches long and on the thick side. It wasn’t ridiculously thick like Rocco Steels, but it was close to it.

“What a good boy, let your daddy check your junk out. You know, son, I was curious; ever since you became a man, what was going on down there? I saw your hair poking out from your shirts at times. Your arms grow and how strong you’ve become.” My dad said as he started to reach over to rub my chest; he led his hand to my nipples and started gently tweaking them. “I, of course, wasn’t sure what to expect, but I wasn’t expecting this.” I was speechless; I didn’t know what to do. My nipples were wired to my dick. I was helpless to what this man was doing to me because I was enjoying it all. “But don’t worry about it at all. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s tiny sure, but it’s cute, and it’s still a cock. My son’s beautiful tiny dick he should be proud of. You know more men love these than they let on. Women, too, but I know you don’t fancy them.”

A bead of precum dribbled out, and he wiped it off with his thumb, bringing it to his mouth and licking it. “Mmm, what a good boy” Those words made my cock jump. I was impervious to that statement. I couldn’t help it. Anytime it was said to me, I always got a shock through my dick. My boyfriend, much like my nipples, loves using that trick on me. I can’t believe he just kicked some of my pre cum and smiled after. “You like that, don’t you, son, don’t you like being a good boy for Daddy? Letting your father get a taste of his son’s stud juice.”

“But… but dad.” I stammered again, trying to regain control of my mouth. “Should we…can we even be doing this?” I asked him.

He made me moan as he settled his fingers and played with my nipples and when he spit on my dick and continued milking me. I could smell him through his shirt; he didn’t wear deodorant, which was another issue I had with him. He showered regularly but didn’t wear deodorant too often, which was my weakness. Yet another weapon in my BFS arsenal. Or what my friends with benefits loved using on me, too, if we were just hanging out. My mouth watered at the smell.

“Now son, the world might not be ready right now exactly. But you’re my boy, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with some Father and Son bonding time. Now you’re a big boy.” He paused, smiling. “In most regards.” The teasing made my dick jump. “A dad should know what his boy’s plumbing is like, especially if it’s as adorable as yours. Now I know from those moans and that stupid look on your face that you’re enjoying this.”

“Do you like it, Sir?” I went on by habit. “Sorry, un I mean dad.”

“Sir is fine too; Dad always works. And I think maybe Daddy should be brought back to the table, kiddo. You know your old man does appreciate hearing it. And of course, son, I’m proud of this dick, a small cock like this, again, is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s so cute. I mean, look at it in my big hands. I cover the whole thing; you do, too. Fuck son, I don’t like, no, I love it.”

“How did you know about my nipples?” I ask him.

“Well, I overheard it, Plus, your old man fucking loves it too.” He played with my left nipple still. Making me moan. “See, what a good boy. You love it when Dad does that, huh? You feel it straight to your cock. It’s like electricity, isn’t it?”

The words sent more and more pleasure to my cock. The electricity is being sent to my cock from my nipple. My dad kept looking at my dick and back into my eyes. His brown eyes stared deep into me.

The whole thing excites me, but I am still unsure what to do. I guess you could say frozen in excitement. I knew maybe it was something that I shouldn’t be doing; then again, I wasn’t the one doing it. My dad was, and he had my cock in his hand, stroking up and down with his big hands, my cock disappearing in it. He even started to grab it using his index finger and thumb; he was making it feel even smaller, and for some reason, it was turning me on even more. I think he knew what he was doing somehow. As usual, my dick was betraying me and was now taking over, piloting my thoughts and actions.

“Fuck Dad.” I moaned out, looking back at my hairy dick that he was playing with. He had a massive smile on his face, it was a gentle bear smile. He groaned and growled softly.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, boy? Feels good when your dad plays with your tiny tool, huh? You little nub.” my dad bent down and took it into his mouth. He started sucking on my small member, slurping and licking. “It’s a shame it’s still a mouth full, and your balls aren’t as small. They might be a little bigger than mine. My son is a major Gooner, huh? What a good boy!”

I continued to moan and moan as my dad sucked me off. I could see the excitement getting to him in his face. He was enjoying making his boy moan without being able to stop. I moved a little now, moving my head around the most, scanning the room. My door was still open, but I didn’t want to make the big man slurping on my small dick stop. Dad loved it. I thought I saw someone outside the door in the other room in the corner of my eye, but no one was there. I had worried it might be my little brother or even one of my uncles. Who knows who’ll stop by unannounced?

I glanced over to my dad’s crotch as he was fully in the bed. A wet spot decorated it, along with a massive bulge. Thinking about my dad’s dick made my home sweat. I was completely naked and at his mercy.

“I smell my boy’s musky hole. Now that’s the smell of a man.” He said, sniffing down there. “Lift them, boy, now.” He commanded, slapping my ass gently. As I stared, they manhandled my bottom half upwards and opened my legs wider. My dad lowered himself down and huffed this time.

He let out a breath, and I could feel his hands caress my cheek and then my hole. I moaned, and he looked up. His flannel was damp with his saliva; his beard was covered in it, too. He smiled at me as he started to unbutton his shirt. I couldn’t help but moan at his chest and body being exposed to me. His musk is even more free. I could smell it from his pits, and I could smell sweat on him.

“Just as he said.” My dad remarked, throwing his flannel in my direction. I could smell his pits. He spread my hairy ass more, and he chuckled. I moan loudly at the feeling of his tongue and beard against my hairy hole. “God, you’re such a good boy, son. Keeping your hole and ass hairy, almost like it was just for me. That bush and body hair. Just like your daddy bears, my cute tiny dicked cub and his burly hairy man body.” he rubbed my belly and patted it. Then he went back to my hole. I could hear some slurping from down there and felt it, too. My father was being a pig with his son’s hole. I couldn’t help but clench it with how good it felt, which in turn made my dick wag. “You like that boy, wagging your tail up here.” He said.

“Yes, Sir, it feels amazing,” I answered back.

“You ever had a bearded man do this?” He asked me. “Does Kyle eat your boy hole like this with his beard, like it’ll be his last meal?”

He was talking about my boyfriend Kyle, and truth be told, he and many other men have and do treat my hole like that. Kyle has had a friend over who was straight and also fuck me before too. Since then, that guy has used me as a cum dump a few times. In all fairness, it started when they were high. That’s a story for a different day.

“Yes, Sir, he does, and…” I trailed off. I knew my dad wasn’t a prude, but I wasn’t fully sure what his feelings would be when I told him that his son was a whore. I usually would suck guys off more than anything, as I don’t have to prep, and I love sucking cock. So, my hole is still relatively tight, and I do the exercises to keep it that way. It has always been pretty easy to loosen up once man meat is stuffed into there. “I have had other guys do it too.”

I looked over what I could to see my dad staring at me with intent. He was hungry; the look in his eyes was intense but not with anger. Something like lust and hunger, a hunter going after his prey.

I feel my dad slap my ass again. “Now your ass you got from me, it’s even a little bigger. Been working on those squats, huh, son? ” He slapped my thighs, too. He worked on my ass for just a little longer, then he stood up.

“Dad,” I said, looking up at him, asking why he stopped with my eyes. I was getting more comfortable now. I have a history of getting dick stupid. Once I am horny, especially when I get hard or a sensitive spot is touched in a certain manner, it’s all over there. I was already way too vulnerable when I was jerking off. The moment my dad broke into my room and started grabbing my dick, somewhat complimenting my dick for being small. It was all over; the nipple play just solidified it. Now, after he licked my hole, I want to beg for him, my dad.

“Son, I know you have been looking longingly at it, but now is the time for you to examine what made you finally.”

My dad stood there, his hairy chest bared to the world, bared to me. His bare body. I watched as he started to undo his belt, the metal clinking against itself. He ran it off so quickly it whipped through the air once he had it off. Once off, he undid the button and zipper, taking his pants down and ripping them off along with his white crew socks. His thighs are thick and covered in fur. Thicker fur than mine. His claves held the same amount of hair and were big as well, strong. I could see his muscles as he stood there.

Now he stood there in his boxer briefs, bulge showing itself to the world, barely leaving anything to the imagination. I loved boxer briefs, too; I can’t help it when that’s all your dad bought you, to begin with. It holds just right while also giving plenty of room. Though as I took him in, I imagined him in a jock strap, boxers, and even briefs. Whatever I thought would look good at this studly man standing before me. The man I call Dad is also pulling his underwear down a little. Taking his fat cock out, he let his underwear fall the west of the way down to his feet and stepped out of them. He stood there as a naked, strong, big bear.

“Almost got muscles like me, huh, son?” He said, flexing his arm, revealing his hairy pits. Which I could smell from my frozen spot on the bed. I took a deep whiff while keeping my eyes on his swinging cock and balls. A hairy bush complimented his package.

“Well, son, what do you think? Look how much bigger it is compared to your little nub. Of course, it isn’t as cute, son; a nice little suckable dick like yours has a place in this world for men. That hole was something else, though; I can’t believe I made my son moan. You want me back down there, don’t you, huh?” He said as he rubbed my shoulder.

“I uh yes, Sir, I do,” I said.

“Would you even let your father slide on into your tight, hairy hole? Loosen you up?”

This I wasn’t so sure about. With my erect penis standing to attention and having just been eaten out and played with by my father. Was he sliding into me too far? His cock was massive too. My boyfriend is a good size, on the big side even, but it wasn’t the hog in front of me right now.

There was a moment of silence for me. “It’s okay, my little dicked baby boy, you’ve still been a good boy. We won’t be doing anything you don’t want to. You just tell me when to stop, and I will. We won’t be doing anything you aren’t comfortable with. Let’s compare, should we?”

He swung his leaking cock. Walking over to me while it was soft. I could see his hand twitching a little like he wanted to grab his dick so badly. He grabbed mine into his warm hands. He spit onto it and started stroking mine again.

“I can stroke it with these two fingers, see.” He said once again, using his thumb and index finger. “Now look at this.” He brought his cock up next to mine. “I’m a bit of a grower, and your cock is smaller hard than mine is soft. Look how cute it is next to mine. A beautiful little thing, isn’t it?”

My dad looked at me, staring again deep into my eyes with a mischievous smile. I sensed he wanted something, but I needed to figure it out. “Yes, Dad?”

“You gotta say it, boy, come on, admit to your daddy that you got a small dick; that’s beautiful.” He said, stroking it a little and bringing his stiffening cock up against mine. It was a whole different feeling having your dad’s big dick against your smaller member.

“I have a small beautiful dick,” I admitted aloud. My cock was sent shocks to it.

“Good boy” even more. I was on the edge of busting. Good boy.” He said again. Rubbing my head, getting some lube, cum, and spit into my hair.

“Thank you, daddy.”

“That’s my boy. I see it in your face, son; getting close to busting, huh? Your old man has fucked with your head. I know you secretly like your dick being a small boy. I mean, why wouldn’t you? After all, you need not only to accept it, but it’s cute. As you said yourself, it’s a beautiful tiny thing.”

I could feel my face grow red. How did he know that? “Yes, Sir,” I said. “I’m close.”

“Luckily for you, I’ve got some good control, boy. Especially when your cock is in my hand. I’ve been needing to unload all day, and I catch you playing with that cock of yours. You’ll have to watch your old man bust first, bud.” He put his cock on mine again, and it nearly engulfed mine. He started to thrust and tug gently at my nipples. “That’s a good boy.” He started to repeat as I moaned irate. Unable to stop. I was getting so close to cumming.

That’s when my dad shot his spunk all over. A huge load onto my dick and bush. Up into my body, catching on my face, and landing in my mouth. My own dad’s seed was in my mouth; the seed that made me was sitting in my mouth. Not as much as I’d like now, but enough for me to savor as I close my mouth. Moving my dad’s seed around in my mouth and finally swallowing the special juice. Turning me on more.

As if the cum in my mouth wasn’t surprising enough. I feel a hand slip behind my head, strong as it brings me to my dad’s open mouth. He kisses me deep, with passion and plenty of tongue. I feel his beard against mine and the other hand on my dick, still stroking.

He lets go of my member for a second and rubs my belly. “Alright, boy, now you need to cum for Daddy. Be a good boy and cum for your dad. Let you, Dad, jerk that little nub, let it disappear into my hand and burst your load all over, son.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, looking helplessly into his eyes as he starts again on my dick and playing with my nipples.

“I need you to scoot up, boy.” He says. Gently nudging me forward. I followed, his hand grabbing my shoulder. I felt him slip past me.

“What are you doing, Sir?” I asked.

“Come here, my boy.” He pulls me back up against his hairy and sweaty body. His musk was engulfing me. Making me feel sort of drunk. I didn’t care what was happening; I wanted to do what my old man said and let him guide me, too.

He wrapped his big arms around me and held me tight for a second. Squeezing me as he growled softly. “There’s my boy.”I felt him grab and nipple and my dick. “There’s the little guy; I almost lost him in that lush bush you got.” He laughed gently and started working on me. I moaned again, louder this time. I was too close.

“Dad, I’m so close to cumming.” I said.

“Cum for Daddy, son. Be a good boy and cum for Daddy.”

“But I’ll bust in your hand, Sir.”

“Good, it’s what I’m here for, son. Don’t worry, boy, Dad’s got you. Right here, your tiny little dick in hand. Good boy, just cum out doesn’t matter where.” I started to bust. Cum was filling into my dad’s hand. Rope after white and clear fluid. I moan while it all comes out of me, and my dad growls. “Mmm,” I hear him and feel it through his body. Like he was enjoying making his son forcefully bust into his big, strong hand.

“Fuck.” I say as I see the load that came out of me after my father had jerked me off. The pleasure was still rolling over me as I was coming to. The clarity was creeping into the back of my head.

“What a good boy. You creamed such a big load right into Daddy’s hand and even a little onto the bed. You’re a messy boy, huh? Good job got it from your daddy.” My dad said, rubbing my head and patting my back with his free hand.

I wasn’t sure what to say fully, but out of habit, I responded accordingly. “Th…thank you, Sir.” I stuttered a little.

“Of course, son, god, that was some load. What a beautiful little dick.” My dad was still going on even after he busted and even after I busted. He was still in my room, sitting behind me while we were both naked. I could feel his cock, that in all fairness, was once again chubbed. His head radiated onto my body. My load was still in his hand. Post-nut clarity must not have been hitting him yet, though I was still questioning why he was in my room.

He lifted his hand and moved it behind me. I heard him slurp my load up, so I turned my head to see as best as possible, and he was licking the rest up till it was all gone from his hand.

“Dad,” I said in surprise but kept a calm lower voice.

“He then reaches around, scoops up some of the pools of his load that were lying on me into his hand, and brings it to my mouth. I let him slip his finger into my mouth with his jizz. He grabs hold of my chest, pulls it against him, and puts his lips on mine. He slipped his tongue and my seed into my mouth, and I did the same back, knowing what he was wanting now. Our DNA was joined, mixed by our tongues, and tied together by our saliva. The snowball went between our mouths for what felt like hours. Finally, my dad guided my head away.

“Open your mouth, boy.” He said with a full mouth of sperm. I listened and he spit a portion into my mouth. He swallowed our loads and said. “Now, you boy, swallow your dads and your spunk.” I closed my mouth, moving it around a little with my tongue and finally swallowing the load. “Good boy.” He patted my head again and rubbed my belly. Then he kissed me, wrapping his strong arms around my body. Squeezing me tight.

“What a good boy you are. Thank you, son.” He said as he slipped off my bed. He grabbed his clothes and walked out of the room. I couldn’t help but watch as he left, his round muscular hairy ass. It was perked up and jiggled a little with his walk. He had back hair, not a whole bunch, but still plenty to solidify his bear status. I know some men weren’t into it, but for some reason, I am. The hair on his big, strong back, I could see the muscle. Fur was also followed from his back onto his shoulders and coated his chest.

‘What a man’. I thought to myself as I stared at him, walking through the house naked, coming out of the room. Where he teased me about my dicks size but also meant it as a compliment. Where he shot his seed all over me and where he took mine into his hand after forcing me to bust and then eating it. Mixing the rest of his with mine, having us swallow it. The thought was making my sore member hard again.

I sat there bearing everything in that moment unsure of what to do. My dick was unsure as well, staying chubbed and not shrinking or growing. I decided to walk over to the door buck naked and closed it gently. I returned to my bed and spotted my dad’s underwear on the floor. It was a pair of boxer briefs. I picked it up and got onto my bed, grabbing the lube and drizzling some onto my dick. I put the musky pair of my father’s underwear up to my face and took in the scent, getting drunk off of it. After what felt like forever taking in my dad’s scent, I started to feel a load threatening to come out. So I gave in to it; I could feel my balls sending sperm to my cock.

I moaned, unsure and uncaring of how loud I was as it came out. The hot ropes of cum were sent onto my body. Rope after rope. The load said my balls were still full. My hair-covered body was also covered in my seed. I was still in the thought of what had just happened between me and my dad, so I tried to scoop up what I could of my load and ate it. Licking my hand clean. Once I was finished, I cleaned up the rest of my cum with my dad’s underwear and took another whiff from his boxer briefs. The thought was still exciting enough to make my shrinking little dick jump and make a little bit of blood go to it again.

I held my father’s underwear as I climbed back into bed. There I lay, bearing it all as my dick was now continuing to shrink further. Finally, clarity had started to set in, and I wasn’t sure what to do now. I had to question whether or not I just put my dad’s musky underwear up to my nose and busted all over myself, eating my load. I had to question whether or not my dad had just walked in and teased me about my cock and made me bust, Kissing me deeply, his facial hair brushing mine and his tongue invading my mouth. I lay there as I pondered what I hoped was the start of a new chapter in my life.

 

The End.

 

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