When he walks into the club, gliding between the wall-to-wall bodies of hot sweaty dancing men, not a whole lot of heads turn in the dark crowded joint. But mine does.Look at him. A beautiful black chub. Dark smooth skin like nibbling chocolate. Young, probably mid- to late-twenties. Nice tight black hair. Beautiful eyes that scan the bar, looking for what he’s looking for. Those beautiful eyes land on me.
I’m older than he is, my brown curly hair almost grey now. My beard looks like it’s frosted with cum from all the grey in it. My face has a few wrinkles from years of laughter and frowns. But older is really a good thing. And tonight, I think it’ll do me just fine.
Look at the way he’s eyeballing me. That son needs a daddy bad.
I turn away, tryin’ to play it cool and aloof. The club is packed with men, most of whom are shirtless and skinny. Now, don’t get me wrong, there’s nothin’ wrong with skinny boys. They’re okay and God knows I’ve had many a skinny boy in my day. But tonight I need me a big boy. A chubby boy who knows how to please his daddy. A boy who wants it bad.
Every time I glance over, all cool-like, I see him over by the abandoned pool table, starin’ straight at me. He has a look on his face that says he’s thinkin’ hard about something. His eyebrows are scrunched together. Almost like he’s scared. Most young guys lookin’ at me like he is would’ve been all over me by now. Pullin’ out my cock and ridin’ it like a pony. Not this guy. Why doesn’t he just come up and ask for it?
I don’t know. Maybe he’s shy.
The music is pounding loud and everyone’s rippin’ around half-naked and sweaty. When I glance over at the chub again, he’s lookin’ at me still, but he’s chewing his lower lip.
Say what you will, my friends, but in my book, shy is mighty sexy.
Well, if he’s not going to take the initiative, maybe daddy bear will have to. I set my beer down on the piano top, reach down and pull my shirt up over my head. My chest is wide and hairy as fuck and my nipples are light brown knobs ready for action. My belly is also covered with hair and I scratch at my greying chest hairs with my fingers. The chubby guy’s eyes have gone wide.
I stick the top of my shirt into my back pocket and adjust the leather arm band on my wrist. Run my fingers through my hair and watch his eyes go to my armpits.
This guy’s nothing if not attentive.
I move through the crowd of men, making my way toward the chub. He looks very uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. He’s got a fine body. Large and soft and his belly is like a soft balloon that I want to squeeze and his ass is so fuckable I don’t even have words for it.
When I reach him, I put on my gruffiest voice. “Is this seat taken?”
The chubby black guy turns his head, looking around for the seat. He’s not sittin’ and there ain’t no empty seats nearby.
“This seat I mean,” I say, reaching around him and grabbing his ass. His ass is soft and perfectly round and feels so good even with his pants on and all I can think is how I wanna tap that ass fast.
“No, sir,” the chub says.
“This seat here?” I say. I move my hand under his waistband and feel the smooth cool skin of his ass with my fingers. He takes a quick gulp of air at the invasion, but immediately relaxes as my thick bear hand rubs his ass cheeks and slides the tips of my fingers down his crack.
“This seat isn’t taken?” I ask, throwing a bit of incredulity in for good measure.
The black man shivers. “No, sir,” he says. “Well, I mean...”
My fingertips invade his crack. My fingertips are touching his sweet tight asshole and my cock is so hard from this guy and I’m beginning to wonder just who’s in charge here.
“I mean,” the chub says breathlessly, “I mean, this seat is yours, daddy bear.”
I’m standin’ so close to him, reaching around for his ass. He is shorter than me by some. His face comes right to my hairy chest. He is shaking. I put the hand that isn’t feelin’ his ass up, I put that free hand to the back of his neck.
“That’s a good boy,” I say, gently pulling him forward into my chest.
He closes his eyes a moment, like he’s dreaming or like he’s going to faint. His lips go to my chest and begin lightly kissing me there. His kisses are so full and soft and it makes my cock slam against my pants. He kisses the thick hairy place on my chest between my pecs. He kisses my left nipple, slightly opening his lips over the sensitive nub. He kisses my right nipple with full openmouthed suction. I gasp at this expert play.
“My name is Mike, sir,” he says, lifting his eyes to mine. “And I’m really terribly shy.”
I dip my head so I can look straight into his eyes. His gorgeous M&M eyes. “Son, if this is shy I can’t wait to see your bold,” I say.
Mike shivers. “Kiss me,” he whispers.
My big daddy bear arm goes around his shoulder while the other continues to finger his tight little asshole. His head tilts back and my lips go to his and, fuck I’m telling you, this guy fuckin’ knows how to kiss a man. His full delicious lips press against mine and I pull his soft belly against mine and my tongue goes deep into his mouth.
“Mmm,” he moans. I kiss him hard and the music is pounding like the pounding in my pants and if I don’t get this boy soon, I’m going to die. “Daddy’s hard,” he says when we come up for air.
“You ain’t shittin’ me there, partner,” I say. I pull my hand out of his pants so I can adjust my boner before it breaks in two. “So what are you gonna do about it?” I ask.
The chub looks around. The place is a mob scene, dark, no one’s paying attention to the two big guys in the corner. “What do you want me to do?” he asks.
I look around, too. “Open up your pants,” I say.
Mike’s eyes turn into billiard balls. “Here?” he says, his voice shaking.
“No one’s watching us, Mike,” I say. “Everyone’s busy dancing. Open your pants and take your cock out.”
Mike hesitates. He licks the bottom of his lip which only makes me want to kiss him again. So I lean in and kiss him. By the time I’m done, his pants are open and his cock and balls are hanging out. He has a nice dick and sweet balls. His dick is dark and the head is red and it’s hard as a cue stick.
“Now,” I say in a low, gnarly voice. “Show daddy how his boy jacks off.”
Mike looks around the room again. He shifts a bit, so he’s using my body to hide a little more from the dance floor. He takes hold of his hard cock and slowly moves it up and down. I’m pulling on my package because fuck this is the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time. This young black chub is jackin’ his dick here in a crowded club and I’m the one he’s jackin’ for.
He moans and his movements go faster.
“You like that, don’t you, son?” I say with an evil grin. “Come on, pump that cock for daddy.”
Mike reaches a hand out and grabs at my package. I move closer to him so he can cup me in his free hand. His other hand moves furiously up and down his cock shaft and he is starting to squirm.
“You gonna cum, son?” I ask him.
“Mmff,” he nods. “Yes... daddy... I’m...”
He staggers back and hits the wall just as a lob of cum shoots from his cock and lands on my chest.
“Aww,” he says. His cum shoots out and lands on the floor in pools of pearly liquid. When he’s done, his eyes search my face.
“Good boy,” I say, my hand on his head. “Now clean it up,” I say, pointing to the cum on my chest. I pull the chub into my chest and his pink tongue curls out of his sweet mouth and licks the cum from my chest. His sharp tongue in my chest hairs tickle and excite me. My cock is ready to explode.
“Keep your pants down,” I say, pulling a condom and a packet of lube out of my pocket. “Daddy’s ready for his seat, now.”
Mike shudders again, looking past my hairy shoulder to the people behind me. “What if they see?” he asks.
“What if they do?” I ask back. Mike continues to look behind me at the dancing. Against the side wall, a pool table has been shoved aside for the dancing. The area is dark and will serve perfectly.
“Come on,” I say, grabbing his hand. We walk over to the pool table, Mike carefully using me to screen the others from his naked body. “Take off your shirt,” I say. Mike pulls his shirt off over his head and puts it on the pool table. “Get up on the table,” I say. Mike puts one knee onto the green tabletop and pulls himself up. His sweet ass beckons. “Get on all fours,” I say. Mike gets on his hands and knees. His black belly is swooping down and his ass rides high in the air.
I dive into that ass crack with my tongue. Mike cries out, but stifles the sound with his hand. My tongue is licking his asshole, pressing into it and opening the tightness up. I feel his asshole twitch beneath my tongue. I pull back to take my pants off. My boner is huge now and raging and the veins are standing out on them like a fuckin’ junky.
“Daddy,” Mike says in a quivering voice. “Daddy, I’m scared.”
I move up behind him on the pool table. “Don’t worry, son,” I say, putting a hand on his back. “Papa’s gonna take good care of his boy. And if anyone wants to mess with us, I’ll wipe ‘em out.”
I slide the condom down my cock and dribble some lube onto Mike’s ass. The music is pounding, pounding, pounding and the men are sweaty and leaping and diving around and we’re at the far wall on a pool table getting ready to fuck like bunnies.
Slipping a finger into Mike’s hole, I feel him tighten and he gasps a bit. But soon he’s breathing into it and his hole begins receiving me easily.
“Are you ready, son?” I ask. Mike nods his head. “Papa’s gonna ride you hard, boy.”
And my cock pushes against his asshole. Pushes and pushes until with a pop the head of my cock is in. Mike’s whining with pain and with the sweet joy fuck feeling of a man’s hard cock up his ass. My cock slowly pushes further and further down into his black ass.
“Ride me, daddy,” Mike says. “Fill me with your love.”
“Daddy’s gonna love his boy,” I say. I’m shaking from how fuckin’ good his ass feels and right now I’d do anything for this guy. I’d rip these guys heads off and throw their bodies in the streets for this sweet beautiful black chub of mine.
My cock is all the way in. My pubes tickle at his ass cheeks. I pull back slowly to the tip and then drive it home.
“Aw,” Mike says. “Papa.”
I’m fuckin’ him now. Up on the pool table, Mike’s on all fours and I’m behind him on my knees and I’m fuckin’ him like there’s no tomorrow. My dick is hard and pumps into his ass and the slick and the tight of it makes my head tilt back and I groan out loud. Mike begins pushing his ass back onto my cock and soon I can stop thrusting altogether and just let him piston his ass onto my hard willing cock.
“Fuck, yeah, boy,” I say. “Fuckin’ you hard now.”
“Aww,” Mike growls. “Take me. Take me, daddy.”
In and out of that sweet pucker my cock goes and it feels like when I cum I’m gonna cum buckets for this beautiful black man who is pounding against my cock with a fierceness I’ve never seen before. His head is thrown back and he’s making gasping noises every time he thrusts his ass down onto my cock. I’m starting a low growl from deep in my chest and I can feel the pounding of the cum in my bull balls as they slap slap slap against Mike’s perfect black ass.
“Daddy’s gonna cum, Mike,” I say.
Mike pulls up off his hands and I lean back onto my ankles and it’s almost like we’re sitting. My arms go around his belly and chubby chest and he’s riding up and down on my cock and it’s just too much and pretty quick I’m cumming, cumming, cumming into the sheath in Mike’s sweet hot ass.
Mike hollers out. No shit. He hollers and one arm goes up in the air and for a moment I think of cowboys riding broncs.
Soon he slows down and stops. My cock is throbbing, but it’s startin’ to slow down and soon slips out of Mike’s ass with a thump. I’m just holding him against me, panting like a train engine. I hear Mike panting as well and feel his belly rise and fall under my arms.
That’s when it dawns on me. The place is silent. I turn and look.
Every eye is on us. Most of the men are standing quietly, touching their nipple here, squeezing their package there. To one side, a man has pulled out his enormous dick and is jacking off furiously.
“Nice show,” someone shouts. "Yeah," someone says. "Hot fuck." Two men grab each other and begin kissing furiously. The music begins again and people begin dancing.
I turn to Mike. He’s laughing full belly laughter.
He turns around and grabs my face with both his hands. He kisses me deep and full and this boy feels like home to me.
“I guess that’s the end of your shy life,” I say with a grin.
“Yeah,” Mike says. “And maybe the beginning of a new one.”
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