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"Daddy Bear Hotel Fuck"

When I turned to see who had taken the barstool beside me, I thought, “I should be so lucky.”

With his jeans and baseball cap, he fit in with this blue-collar crowd, except that he was way better looking. I noticed other patrons giving him the twice-over, too. The bar attracted some gays, including me, but you had to tread carefully; most of the customers were very straight.

The stranger - oh God, I prayed, please be a hairy top daddy bear - ordered a draft beer, and as he downed the first gulp, one of the men at the table behind us said, “Woof” - just loud enough for us to hear.

The daddy paused mid-drink, turned to me, and in a deep bass voice, asked, “Was that for you or me?” He was built like a wrestler. His trim beard and moustache only added to his authority. That turned my crank; I decided to take a risk. “I think he likes your cap,” I replied, checking him out even more closely.

His wrist hairs suggested that he was a major daddy bear - and I was praying that he was a major fucking gay daddy bear. But I wasn't about to take stupid chances. With a body like that, I would have been toast if he took offence. His blue-green eyes sent a clear message: “I don't take bullshit.” I wanted them to say, "Come to big, hairy daddy and suck my ass hole.”

As if reading my mind, he parked his knee against my thigh. All I could do was suck wind. “Too good to be true,” I thought, but his pressure didn't let up. So, in a gut response, I muttered, “Woof.”

“I'm staying at the hotel across the street. Want to come back for a drink?” he asked. “You bet.” We left our half-finished beers on the counter and headed over to his room. In the elevator, the doors had barely closed when he pressed me against the wall, putting his hands above my shoulders. I could feel his breath on my face. “Fuck me, daddy,” I blurted out.

“One step at a time,” he said, and he brought his mouth next to my ear and whispered slowly but with certainty, “First, I want you to rim me and suck my big cock. Then, if you're really good at that and if your ass can take it, I'll be your fucking daddy.”

I pulled his hard buttocks towards me, so I could feel his cock against mine, and said, “Excellent plan. Sir,” and I pressed my mouth against his. He tasted good, and his tongue was just starting to snake forward when the elevator stopped. “Let's continue this inside. By the way, my name is Ben,” he said, and he led me down the hall to his room. I now had an unobstructed view of his magnificent ass pressing against the fabric of his pants. I knew I was going to be giving this stud some serious ass hole licking. As we entered his room, Ben tossed his jacket on a chair and said, “Let's shower first,” and proceeded to undo his belt buckle.

“Allow me,” I offered, and I started lifting his t-shirt, revealing a mass of body hair that was obviously going to thicken below. By the time I got to his belt buckle, I was gazing at a stunning pelt. And the icing? A pair of hairy nipples just begging for a formidable workout. I brushed my knuckles over them and watched his reaction.

Getting none, I took each between my thumbs and index fingers and squeezed them, gently at first, then harder. “You are one fucking hairy daddy,” I said. “Let's see the rest.” And I peeled his pants over his ass, and lowered myself along with his trousers, till I was on my knees. Next to my face and below his hairy belly was a first-class cock, cut and half hard, backed by a ball-sack that nestled between his thick furry thighs. My tongue was gong to enjoy this.

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