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My Magazine > Editors Archive > cat3 > Daddy Bear's First Visit
Daddy Bear's First Visit   by V.P. Jones

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I have been sitting in my cage blindfolded, in my ski mask and Nike ski cap that makes it dark but my face stays warm when I sleep. I have been sleeping most nights that way now, with my blue palmed gardening-monster gloves on. I decided to get out put on my leather dog collar and lock, insert my ball gag, and put on my yellow kerchief. Oh I also took a couple hits of poppers. I would like to say I am naked, but it’s chilly, so I am in red flannel plaid PJ’s and a grey warm sweater writing this tale. I have been trying to find the moment to tell you -- just right -- this story…

You have been reading how my bear daddy and I met online, phone sexed as a whole bunch, and how I knew from over the distance and between the technology that we had hot chemistry. Then he came to visit and my world changed.

I met him at the airport wearing my blue Nike ski cap, jean jacket, black sweatshirt, jeans, chukka boots. He flew in from Cleveland, a Silver headed half giant of man with a godlike mischievous smile. I loved his aura instantly. He looked gorgeous coming down the escalator in his red flannel shirt, black leather vest, and… dang this ball gag makes saliva. It's drooling into my goatee.

I had told him I would bow and kiss his boots at the airport. But we went with a formal Buddhist-like, hand-folded namaste instead. I gave him a welcoming hug. It all felt so comfortable, gathering his bags and chit chatting about his flight on the way to the car. We kissed lightly the minute we got into the car, and I asked would Master like to go to the bar or the house first. He chose the bar, no hurry to move things along -- we had an understanding, all in due time, and I was liking the suspense.

We went to Blue Gene's, the new official bar of The Music City (Nashville) Bears, where he ordered us two double shots of crown royal and a pitcher of amber beer. The drink was a real treat for me because I don’t drink much or often, but I knew resistance to his whim was going to be futile because I felt his magic start to draw me dreamily in. I wanted to be his bad boy; I wanted to be spanked. The beer and whiskey filled my bladder. "Fetch me, boy, a mug of your piss," he said without looking. Dutifully, delightfully buzzed, I took my beer mug discreetly past the other patrons to the toilet and filled it with a hot steaming fresh brewed kidney load. Past everyone, its beer-like amber sloshing in the glass, I took my disguised piss back to daddy bear. Like a hoary bear king he downed it smoothly. "Damn, that’s good stuff boy," he said, then he kissed me. Our tongues locked in the flavor of my piss, in the flavor of whiskey and beer, in the heat of the moment.

We were hot on each other and not keeping it a secret, but no one around us said "get a room." From the other end of the bar we drew occasional glances, and one guy smiled openly. As we crested on that action, I was more toasted and hot than I had been in years. Dad said, "I am hungry where shall we go?" And just like that, I jumped into pleaser mode. We'd once had a gay coffeehouse in town, and anxious for my town to meet his approval, I had a moment of regret, remembering that once bright gay haven. Scrambling my brain to please him, I remembered that that place's Chef Lady from South America had opened her own place called Nola’s. It had gotten great reviews, so I suggested we go there.

I have to pull out the ball gag -- Chinese red on a string of black leather -- every so often to swallow. Plus do another popper hit. Man am I horny. God and Goddess I could just jack right now.

Dinner at Nola’s was sumptuous. Watching how he ate and drank, I knew my new daddy bear had an easy living style. If he lived on a beer budget, it was a good beer budget. The shots of whiskey put me in a tingly horny mood and on top of that, the kiss kicked up both our appetites. Still we were able to down the whole combo for two with its tossed salad and several kinds of meats. But the whole time, my eyes were busy watching and my ears listening to Dad.

I wish his meaty manhood were here right now to stuff my throat, this ball gag makes me think of him.

After diner I brought him back to the house -- finally he was here. Still, we made light chit chat with my roommate riding out the tail end of our buzz. Then I made my move. I asked Dad if he'd like to see the bathroom knowing his next kidney load was for me. Inside the antique queen decorated bathroom I hit my knees, thirsty for the first view of his kingly pecker. "Are you ready to drink boy?" my Sith Emperor asked. Greedy pig that I am, I nodded. Then… here it comes. I nursed on the end of his cock as the stream of steamy yellow gold washed glorious down my throat. "Oh shit," he said, "you're good. You're not missing a drop are you boy?"

Little did he know that my greedy pig nature was the reason, his stream was damn good and I didn't want to miss any of it. I thought of the old Irish joke about two friends with a bottle of whiskey. One asks the other to pour it on his grave. The second fellow says, "can I drink it first?”

We went back to my bedroom where the cage is. It's a sturdy, steel full-sized cage that could fit a small bear cub, heh hum, but for some reason everyone thinks it's fiction until they see it. "Damn you do have a cage!" said Dad. I closed the door for privacy and at last we were alone, me, Dad, my cage and my hottest fantasies. We were both naked in no time, and I was hitting on his man banger built for boy pleasure like a big mouth basset hound. His hands felt great, warm and firm on my head and neck. I knew in that moment that I at last had a man for the rest of my life. I'm skipping a lot here because it was really a blur of blank pleasure for a long time. Each love-making session seemed to surpass the last as I sucked him to juice blow time after time. He has one of those big cocks that can be hard or soft and it doesn't matter because as you take it in your mouth, it slowly expands deep into your throat. Man I love him.

Twice he explored my ass with his piano trained fingers... so soft and gentle, so firm, like iron hands in velvet gloves. My ass, believe it or not, is pretty tight as I play mostly safe. In the whole of last year I maybe had only three hands and maybe one vibrator in my ass. So much the better for Dad -- he loved how tight it was. Ever since he slipped his fingers into my soft glove, he's been telling me he wants to open me up and work his whole fist in there. And in the phone conversations when he says this, I have shot some pretty good loads of cum, blindfolded, imagining my middle-aged, middle-class cherry ass re-popped to a new level. Did I tell you he collared me? Yeah. It was a simple moment that was totally, well, where I want to be. All nude in my collar I helped out as he cooked incredible Italian chicken soup and made chopped liver from scratch. Man it was awesome. You know, leather may cum and leather may go, but cooking skills are forever. He seems to have read and digested all my fantasies. He even whipped me with the fine leather leash he brought to go with my collar. I was in blue jeans as he brought the leather across my ass, but it still stung great and made me squirm with boy humilty.

That was a super day. I felt he and I were totally in the moment together. We both hated it when he had to go back. Since then we have deepened our relationship by phone and I have to tell you I am as excited about his next visit in a couple of days as I was the second I first saw his fat daddy of all cocks. This time he'll be here for six days, without the cold he claims slowed him down last visit. He warns me that I better be prepared. And I certainly am. I'm ready to get stuffed in more ways than one. I'm ready for him to be here with me in Nashville all the time. I love belonging to my daddy bear. This time, maybe he will tie me to the cage and fuck my ass real slow.

I gotta go cold shower now. Stay tuned … till later and hotter in the saga...
v.p.jones




Vincent P. Jones writes and cavorts with like-furried bears in Nashville TN.