Barbasol

(For R)

His hand moves in light broad circles across the curve of my naked ass. I can feel every hair there feather up on my skin each time his hand passes. At the end of each sweep of his hand, his fingertips softly slide into my ass crack and send shivers up my spine.

I want him so fuckin’ badly I can barely breathe.

Smack! His hand, hard and stinging on one ass cheek.

“Fuck!” I say, wincing.

“What did you say?” he growls.

Oh yeah, he warned me.

“I said, Thank you, sir!” I say through clenched teeth. I’m thrown off balance a little with the pain, naked, bent over his knee, my cock pressed against his inner thigh, my hands on the floor.

Smack! “That one’s for cursing,” he says. That one stings, right on the fleshy lower ass cheek.

Smack! Smack! Smack! My breath comes in sharp and quick through my clenched teeth. The skin of my ass is on fire. ”And that’s for lying,” he growls.

I breathe deep. Wait for the next blow. Anger boils up from my gut, amplifying the stinging in my ass. Anger at – fuck, what am I angry at? Who am I angry with? Why am I feeling all this rage?

I want to stop this pain so bad and I know I could with just one word. Just one simple meaningless safe word.

Suddenly, he’s smacking my ass again, smacksmacksmacksmack, hard and fast and over and over and I’m struggling to keep my hands on the ground and stay bent over his knee and I realize I’m crying out with each blow and the sting and the fire covers every inch of my ass cheeks like he’s trying to get everything a good even shade of red.

I don’t know how much of this I can handle. And the man’s only just got started.

When he stops smacking me, I realize I’m crying. What were shouts of pain have turned to sobs and something is melting inside me, something like grief or like longing. Like sorrow or loneliness.

And suddenly I notice I’m hard.

What the fuck is this? I can’t wrap my mind around what’s happening to me.

“Let it go,” he says softly, his fingertips soft on my burning flesh. I have never felt such exquisite touch. I am completely lost to it. I am crying and moaning at the same time. My back arches and my butt moves out so I can get more contact and I’m groaning like a fuckin’ bitch in heat and my cock is throbbing against his inner thigh.

Damn it! God damn it! This is NOT who I am! I need to remain in control. I’m the guy who’s always in charge. I pound the floor with my fists. Take in my breath, growl out an exhale and steel myself for more. Bring it on, fucker.

“Go stand in the corner, boy,” he says.

Boy! I ain’t no one’s boy!

I stand up, rubbing my ass to make sure it’s still there. Stomp my way to the corner where I stand with my nose pressed into it. He’s chuckling over on the edge of the bed. A smile comes up onto my face as well and I feel like a naughty little kid who’s just gotten away with a tantrum. And it calms me.

My hard-on presses against the wall as I stand here in the claustrophobic corner just trying to breathe. I can hear the guy tinkering around in the hotel room, pouring a glass of water from a pitcher. Putting lotion on his hands. Messing around with his paddles and straps and whips and shoehorns and brushes.

I want to touch myself so badly. Get a little relief from this goddamn tension he’s built up in me.

“Are you jacking off?” he barks.

I laugh. I wasn’t really aware I was doing it.

“No,” I say.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Oh god, god, it stings so bad. I lift one foot off the ground, my whole body wincing at the pain.

“You think I don’t remember every time you lie to me?” he says.

“No, sir,” I say. “I know you remember, sir,” I say. “Thank you, sir!”

Smack! Ow! Shit!

“Thank you, sir,” I say. Smack! Damn!

His hand is on my butt, tickling lightly, barely touching, and again it shoots waves of pleasure all over my ass and cock and up my back and I’m putty in this man’s hands. I’ve always been the strong daddy top, the guy giving it out. This guy is unzipping that place in me and leaving me nothing but a little naked kid, tender, leaning into him.

This guy knows what the fuck he’s doing. I could totally surrender to a guy like this.

“It’s your first time,” he whispers, his breath on my ear, his leather vest pressing against my arm, the cool of his thick wallet chain pressing against my thigh. “So let me remind you. If ever you want it to stop, you just have to say the safe word and we’ll stop.”

Something in me is breaking and I’m so fucking afraid of that. I am so vulnerable here, stark naked with my nose to the corner, while he stands there fully dressed in his jeans and boots and leather vest and his big hard hands.

I want him so bad. I can’t help it. I’ll risk a spanking for it. I reach back with my hand and pet the fur on his exposed belly. He leans into it and grunts. He’s being merciful and that makes me even harder.

“Do you remember the safe word?” he asks.

“Yes, sir” I whisper.

“What is it?” he whispers. I think I feel his lips on my back, but I can’t tell.

“Barbasol, sir,” I say. “The safe word is Barbasol.”

“Good boy,” he says, his hand moves into the crack of my ass and his finger finds my hole.

“Aw,” I groan, feeling his finger enter into me. “Aw, thank you, sir!”

His fingers are so thick and I’m broken open under this man’s will. He uses his finger to press against the muscles of my asshole and I want so badly to feel him inside me. I could cry I want it so damn badly.

Instead, he withdraws his finger and it feels like he’s taking my soul out with it. It feels like love leaving my body. I want seriously to break down.

“Get on all fours on the bed,” he barks.

“Yes, sir,” I say.

I’m padding eagerly to the bed where I see he’s laid out large pillows for my torso and a small pillow for my screams. I shiver and crawl up onto the high hotel bed. I am on my knees, leaning my ass back toward him, my hands and forearms are flat on the bed, like praying to Mecca .

I am a supplicant. I am begging for… what? What the fuck am I begging for? Love? Forgiveness? For the wickedness in my dark soul to be beaten out of me?

Smack! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! He’s using some kind of leather whip, thin and light, but deadly on my already stinging butt.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Fuck!” I scream at the pain and already I’m crying again.

“What did I say about cursing, boy?” he says, and reminds me by landing another two blows on my butt. God, god, god.

“Thank you, sir!” I bark. “Thank you, sir!”

He smacks my butt with the leather quirt again and again and again until I collapse onto the pillows with pain and howling and writhing and all I can think is Barbasol, Barbasol, Barbasol, but the words never leave my lips because I can feel it in me. I can feel the need to release all this. The need to let completely go of it.

The need to be mastered.

He tickles my butt with his fingertips. Immediately, my cries cease and I’m arching up into him.

I am gone. I am his.

“You are turning a nice shade of red, boy,” he said. “Very good.”

He switches to a hardwood paddle. Smack! Smack! Smack!

I have never felt such pain. All I’ve been through in my life. The gun barrel in my mouth. My father’s glare of disappointment. My brother’s rage. The aching burn of loneliness in the gut. All are nothing, nothing compared to the stinging pain as the hardwood paddle comes down, smacksmacksmacksmack, onto my ass. I’m weeping outright. Sobbing from someplace deeper than I ever imagined I could go.

The paddling stops. The room is so quiet. I can hear him breathing hard. I try to catch my breath. The skin on my ass is throbbing almost as much as my cock.

“Thank you, sir!” I say.

I feel him sit on the bed beside me, facing my feet. His torso moves across my lower back with one arm on the other side of my body. He’s facing my butt and I can feel his hand arching high up above it, ready to rain down the pain.

“Are you ready to submit, boy?” he says.

I squirm, trying to be brave. I am a strong bear daddy man reduced to quivering rubble. I have nothing to hold onto. I release it all.

I deserve all of it. I need all of it.

“Yes, sir!” I holler. “I am ready, sir!”

And he rains them down on me. Blow after blow after blow. And I yield to him. And I’m yielding to myself. And every blow is a blessing and every sting is salvation and I am so hard and hurting and I am nothing, nothing, nothing.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Beyond what I think I can endure and the word, the safe word is right at the edge of my tongue. And my heart is open and tender as a bird.

And the spanking stops.

I’m sucking in air. My face is covered in snot and tears. I feel him blowing his breath lightly on my butt. I nearly leap out of my skin. It’s as excruciating as cumming.

“I want to hear you say it,” he says. He lightly strokes my ass. I can’t believe how fuckin’ sensitive I am there. It takes barely anything there to get me so fucked up horny.

“Sir?” I say.

“I want you to say it,” he says. There is a tremble in his voice. He needs it as bad as I.

I take a deep breath. “I am your boy, sir.”

Smack!

“I am your boy, sir!”

Smack!

“Aw, god,” I writhe. “I am your boy, sir!”

I feel him leave me. He moves up onto the bed, laying down flat on his back. I look up and his arms are open wide. His shining eyes.

“Come here, boy,” he says.

And I go into his arms. And his kiss is like Christ and his body is like every desire I’ve ever known and I am completely, utterly, irrevocably… safe.

Barbasol. Barbasol. Barbasol.

4 Bears in a Tub 2: Revenge of the Cubs

The hot tub feels good, but the Scoresby’s scotch is better still. I lift the crystal whiskey glass and take a sip. It’s fire clouds in my throat.

Bear63, who I met on chat, sits next to me in the hot tub. He’s a sexy softly muscled guy who has cum leakin’ off the tip of his nice thick cock after having fucked the brains out of my cubby and his otter cub about an hour ago. There’s cum droolin’ off mine as well. It bobs around in the hot tub’s bubbling jets of water like a little white worm.

Nice quiet evening, post-coital moment. Stars are blinking on overhead past the warm light of the tiki candles and the blue glow of the hot tub lights.

The bear guy next to me has his head leaned back on the side of the tub. He is very hunky handsome: heavy 5 o’clock shadow, head shaved bald, big bushy black mustache. His chest is very hairy and he has a nice little belly over muscles. He has a lit cigar he’s puffin’ away at.

I take another sip of my Scoresby’s. Feel the nice warm springtime air in my lungs, with a slight whiff of spicey cigar smoke.

On the other side of the large hot tub, our cubbies are whispering to each other like a couple of teenage girls. Whisperin’ with their hands cupped over their mouths, lookin’ at the bear guy and me, gigglin’. What are those two up to?

My chubby cubby is so beautiful handsome. Shorter than me, he used to be a very big boy, but has lost a lot of weight. He’s still chubby (he likes to say husky) and he has a nice belly that I adore and a very nice round ass and tits he can still lick himself. He’s getting muscle under that fat, though, and as he does, his confidence in himself has increased. It’s nice to see him happy. Luckily, he still adores his pa, big hairy belly and all. He may someday stop being a chub, but he’ll always chase his daddy.

The bear guy’s cub is what they call an otter, I guess - smooth and kind of lanky with a light slick of dark hair between his pecs and sliding in a belly line down to his bush. He has very dark eyes, like an otter’s too. He likes it a little rough, judging from how we fucked an hour ago.

The cubs are still whisperin’ to each other. Whisper, whisper, whisper.

Bear63’s hand moves over under the hot bubbling water and grabs my thigh. I take another sip of Scoresby’s and look. He’s starin’ at me with his cigar clenched between his teeth. Damn, he’s one hot daddy bear. He’s lookin’ at me like the horniest fuck I’ve seen in days. His hand rides up my thigh and without thinkin’ I spread my legs a little wider. His hand stops at my balls and rests there.

I put my hand directly around the shaft of his cock. He grunts and leans back again.

Life, as my cubby often says, is good.

The cubbys are still whisperin’ to each other, though every now and then between whispers, one of them leans over to the other and kisses him square on the mouth. Watchin’ these two cubs kiss makes me hard; their lips open and their tongues lightly graze each other’s mouths. They nibble each other’s lips softly a bit, before going back to their damn whispering.

“What are those boys up to?” the bear guy says. His hand grabs my cock and gives it a slow, long gentle-to-hard squeeze. Takes my breath away a moment.

“Hell if I know,” I say, giving his cock a nice long milk all the way up, until my fingertip slides into his piss slit. He groans.

“Maybe,” the bear guy says with a puff on his cigar. “Maybe we should leave them to it.” He reaches down past my cock and grabs my balls and tugs. I groan out loud.

“Damn,” I say, pullin’ his cock even harder. “Maybe we should.”

I look over and the cubs are starin’ at us. They both laugh as if on cue.

“Told you,” the otter cub says to my cubby. My cubby tilts his head a little, lookin’ at me like a puppy seein’ his master in a whole new way.

“You think so?” cubby says.

“Definitely,” the otter cub says.

I look over at the bear guy and see he’s still got his head back, but his eyes are slit open, starin’ right at the cubs.

“All right,” he says in his gruffest voice. “What kind of mischief are you boys up to?”

He pulls on my balls steadily with his hand and my cock is rock solid bobbing in the water and I have to muster a lot of focus to keep from closing my eyes and groaning again. I very slowly begin jackin’ his cock up and down in my fist. It’s become very plump and hard while I been touching it. I can feel the silky skin over the meaty meat as my fist moves up and down his shaft. He takes his cigar out of his mouth and sets it down on the side of the hot tub.

The bear guy leans over and kisses me on the mouth. He tastes like spicy cigar and he groans in my open, receptive mouth and our tongues are playin’ inside our mouths. I reverse hand position so I’m grabbin’ his cock overhand; my other hand goes to his hairy chest where I pinch his nipples. He’s released my balls and is yankin’ on my cock now.

“Hey!” cubby barks.

“You guys!” the otter cub hollers.

The bear guy pulls off me, lookin’ straight into my eyes. He is breathin’ heavy and I can tell that one or two more seconds of that and we’d have been fuckin’, though I’m not quite sure who would have been fuckin’ whom. He smiles.

“You cubbies have something to tell us?” he says without looking at them. He’s still directly over me and I lift my head and take his hard stubbly chin into my mouth and kiss it. He closes his eyes while I kiss down his neck.

“Hey!” the otter cub says. “Aren’t you daddies forgetting something?”

That stops us. The bear guy leans back into the pool and grabs his cigar. We stop hanging onto each other’s cocks and sit up, looking squarely at our respective cubs.

“Cubby, what are you up to?” I say.

The two cubs steal a quick glance at one another, then turn back to us. They start talkin’ like lawyers, in an even, clear tone, like suddenly we’ve become infants or something.

“I think perhaps you might be forgetting something here,” the otter cub says. “In your haste to get your rocks off on us poor defenseless cubs, you forgot to take care of your paternal duties to get us off, too.”

My cubby breaks out into a fake grin that is a little too much for him. It makes me smile a second, but since this seems to be a mock serious moment, I scowl instead.

“That’s right,” my cubby says with fierce conviction. He’s such a bad actor. “You guys came inside your cubs, but we cubs haven’t cum at all.” To prove his point, he stands up in the tub. His cock is strong and hard and points straight out from beneath his sweet belly. The otter cub stands too and shows his hard, slightly upward curving cock all throbbing and ready.

“Well, damn!” says the bear guy, all mock concerned. “We have been remiss in our duties, bearman,” he says to me.

I take a swig of Scoresby’s and smile. “Well, boys,” I say in a soft gruff voice. “Why don’t you guys go fuck yourselves?”

The bear guy roars with laughter, slapping the water with his flat hand. The otter cub’s mouth falls open and my cubby splashes water at me.

“Pa!” he cries. “You are wicked and need to be punished!”

“That’s right!” the otter cub says.

The bear guy is chuckling. Seems he’s heard this one before. I remember the towel with the paddles and leather straps by the pool when we arrived here at their place and wonder what he’s got in mind. I might could bottom every now and then, but I don’t think I could sub.

“You boys should find yourself a nice little bed to play in,” I say gruffly. “And I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

I reach out and grab the bear guy’s cock again. He smiles and tilts his head back like discussion’s over.

“No!” the otter cub and my cubby say together.

“You always get to have your way,” the otter says.

“That’s because I’m the daddy,” the bear guy says with his eyes closed.

The otter cub sloshes across the tub toward his top. He pulls my hand off bear guy’s cock and leans into him. Bear guy opens one eye and smiles.

“I’m twenty-seven,” the otter cub says in a low, clear voice. He reaches under the water and pulls one of the bear guy’s legs up onto his chest and shoulder. “I’m old enough to learn.”

I turn and look at my cubby. He’s standin’ there hard as stone, lookin’ at the otter’s hard, round ass.

“What’s good for the goose?” the bear guy says quietly.

The otter cub moves down and kisses his pa, whose arm moves up and behind his otter cub’s waist. Otter cub’s hand is on his dad’s cock while the bear guy’s other hand is slow jackin’ his cub’s.

Now, I got to tell you, I would never have thought this would happen. My boy is a dyed-in-the-wool bottom and, though he’s played around with other guys suckin’ him off, he’s never fucked anyone, let alone me. I have a hard time buyin’ this one.

“Really, son?” I say to my cubby. “You want to try fuckin’ your dad?”

“No,” the otter cub says, stepping back from his dad and dropping his leg into the pool with a splash. “He wants to try fuckin’ my dad.”

My eyebrows go up and my cubby grins his true evil grin. The otter cub sloshes over in the tub until he is standing directly in front of me and my cubby sloshes over to stand in front of the bear guy.

Well, well, well.

“Well fuck,” the bear guy says with a chuckle. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s that when a cub makes up his mind...”

Both us daddies chuckle.

“Hush up, bottom boys!” cubby says, though he doesn’t pull it off well and it makes me laugh again. “Now turn over and take your punishment for being neglectful daddies and for not getting your cubs off.”

Judging from my throbbing cock, I guess this ain’t that bad an idea. As the otter cub sloshes over to the towels to get some condoms and lube, I take one more look at that otter cub’s curvy cock. It’s kind of longish and it gets kind of thick at the base of it. His balls look like they hold enough cum to blast a hole in my guts. Hope the condom holds.

I look over and my cubby is already deep kissing the bear guy. My cubby’s a very good kisser and it looks like the bear guy’s no slouch either. After a bit, the bear guy moves, turning around slowly in the water until he’s kneeling on the hot tub seat, his ass rubbing against my cubby’s cock. His arms are resting on the side of the hot tub. Cubby lays his hard cock on the guy’s butt crack and takes a condom from the otter cub. He begins rolling it down his cock.

I’m so proud of my cub at this moment. I can’t believe he’s grown up so fast.

“Your turn,” the otter says. He’s got a dark wickedness in his eye that is making my butt itch and I do believe this guy might could get me off here.

He moves in, his hot breath in my ear. “You game? Bear? Man?” he says, and licks his tongue gently into my ear. Damn, god fuck it feels so good and he’s breathin’ into my ear and groaning and fuck, yeah, I’m game, boy.

I turn over and kneel on the hot tub. I hear the otter rolling the condom on and I feel the warm wet grease of his lubed up finger as it slips between my ass cheeks and finds my asshole. His finger slips inside.

Ungh, I grunt. It’s been a while. The otter is wiggling his finger in and out of my butt, lubing it up good. I turn and see the bear guy clenching his teeth as Cubby slides two lubed fingers into the guy’s butt.

“Damn, cubby,” I murmur. “Damn.”

He turns and looks at me. He is so turned on. His eyes are on me when he takes his condomed cock and pushes it against the guy’s hot tight daddy hole.

“Aw!” he gasps and his eyes roll back a moment.

“Fuck!” the guy says, “Hang on there, cub. Let me get used to that monster.”

A tight loud slap on my asscheek wakes me from that reverie.

“You ready for it, boy?” the otter cub says into my ear.

“Yes sir,” I growl back, only loud enough for him to hear.

At first, his cock is like a gentle push against my asshole. But it doesn’t let up and soon I’m feeling the full fuck pressure and, yeah, I guess, a little pain of this young strappin’ otter cub’s long invading cock in my ass.

“Breathe, pa,” my cubby’s voice comes to me through the pain and the sounds of the hot tub. “Breathe.”

I remember this. I breathe deep and it clears my mind a little of the pain. I breathe deep again.

“Good, pa,” my cubby says. “Now push.”

The student teaches the master. Makes me want to laugh, but instead I push and I feel the otter’s long cock go deeply into my butt and the warm and the slick and the hard of it makes my cock throb with lust and I gasp at how incredible it feels.

I look over and my cubby is full on fuckin’ that hot bear daddy. Full. On. Fucking. I must have taught him well all those times I banged his tight beautiful butt. The bear guy’s forehead is touching his hairy beefy forearms and he’s groaning every time cubby slides his cock deep into the guy’s ass. Cubby’s bush hair mixes with the guy’s ass hair and cubby’s balls slap against the bear guy’s ass cheeks. But it’s all happening much faster. Wham, wham, wham, and the water is sloshing and sloshing. My cubby’s riding that ass for all it’s worth, his hands planted flat on the guy’s lower back.

“You ready for yours?” otter cub says. I feel the full length of his cock in me and it feels good.

“If you think you’re man enough,” I growl back.

Otter cub grabs my waist and I feel him move. He has no mercy. He pulls back, almost out my ass and then pounds full force into me. I holler and he puts his hand over my mouth and pounds my ass. Deeper, deeper than I’ve ever had a guy go in me. Harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life. This cub, this twenty-seven year old otter cub is fuckin’ me like a genuine merciless pro, and it feels so good and so hot moving against my prostate and I’m pretty convinced that I could cum without even touching myself right now.

The tub is sloshing water everywhere as the two cubs pound away on our asses and I hear the bear guy beginning to chuckle with lust.

“Fuck me, cub,” the guy says. “Goddamn, you taught this boy well.”

We fuck in rhythm for a while, my butt feeling the friction and the lube and the hot tub water and I’m beginning to remember why it’s good for a top to bottom every now and then.

“Tag team fuck!” the otter cub yells. And I feel the otter’s cock pull out of my ass with a pop! and I’m feeling like he took my soul out with it, the good feeling of his cock inside me.

I hear the sloshing of the cubs taking each other’s place and I turn back to see my cubby whippin’ off his condom and tossin’ it away.

“You sure about this, son,” I say, lookin’ into my cubby’s beautiful eyes.

“Just this once, dad,” he says, the lust burnin’ there like I haven’t seen in a while.

“Then take my ass, boy,” I say, pushin’ it toward him.

And I feel him. I feel my boy’s cock driving down into my ass and it feels like love, not just a cock, and it feels like love, not just fucking and I yield to my boy’s insatiable hunger as I feel him pound and pound my ass.

I turn and see the bear guy. The otter has is pullin’ his head back, his hand over the guy’s mouth, and is pounding that poor guy’s butt like he’s pounding a fucking nail into wood and I just know that poor bear guy is going to be sore tomorrow. He’s grunting happy though, with his eyes a little unfocused and his hips thrusting back to each of his otter’s thrusts.

My boy leans his belly against my back and I feel his hips thrusting like a bad puppy and his cock deep in me and he says, “I’m going to cum, papa,” and I say, “Yeah boy,” I say, “Cum in your daddy, son,” and he hollers like a wolf to the moon and says, “Ah god, dad I love you,” and I feel stream after stream of hot cub cum squirting like a firehose up inside my guts. His balls are draining inside me and I feel him grabbing hold of me around my waist as he pumps the last of his jizz into his dad’s butt.

The otter cub is cursing, “Fuck! Take it you fuckin’ cunt!” he yells and his dad is laughin’ while the otter is shootin’ inside him.

My boy collapses onto my back and after a moment of us breathing heavily in sync, his cock softens and slides out my butt. I turn around, sitting onto the seat and my cubby collapses next to me, his head on my hairy chest. I stroke his head softly.

“What a good boy you are,” I say. “You fucked your pa just like I taught you.”

My boy is catching his breath. “You think?” he says.

I kiss him on the top of his head. I turn and see the bear guy and his otter sitting side by side and they’re muttering things to one another and kissing each other and I feel like I’m intruding by watching, so I turn back to my cub. I lift his head and kiss him.

“I love you, cubby,” I say. “You will always be my son. No matter how old you get.”

Cubby smiles and sighs, putting his head back on my shoulder.

“I love you too, pa,” he whispers. “Always.”

4 Bears in a Tub

I knock on the tall wood gate like they told me to in chat.

“Come!” barks a gruff voice from behind the gate. The voice is manly, sexy and dark and puts me in the mind of Sam Elliott. My cock stirs a bit.

I look at my cubby and he’s grinning that sexy grin that makes me adore him. We’re both in nothin’ but our swim trunks on a warm spring evening. My chubby cubby is 28 going on horny, and he’s soft in all the right places and hard in even better ones. He wears those long cargo-like trunks the young people dig these days and he scratches the light fur on his chest with backward flicks of his fingers while we wait.

I put my hand to his chub cub face, cupping his clipped goatee.

“You ready?” I ask him.

“Yeah, pa,” he says. He turns his face a little and mock bites the palm of my hand.

“Come!” the voice hollers again, even louder.

“I plan on it!” I holler back. We hear laughing from the backyard as we swing the gate open.

Behind the gate is the sideyard to a house, leading to the backyard. A night light hangs right above the gate and there are lights in the backyard, but none in the sideyard, and for a moment my cubby and I dive into the darkness at the side of the house. My cubby walks a step behind me like the good obedient boy he is.

When we round the corner of the house, the backyard sprawls before us, lit by the light above the back patio deck, some tiki candles and the lights of a large round hot tub built into the deck. In the hot tub sit two men, one maybe my age and one about my cubby’s age. In the dim evening light, they aren’t real visible, but I can see that they are both giving us the look over.

Cubby puts his hand on the small of my back. It’s a signal. He likes what he sees.

“Bearman?” the older guy says in his gruff bass. He stands up out of the hot tub and fuck, this is one sexy bear.

“Bear63?” I reply. “Very nice to meet you.”

“You look just like you said you would in chat,” he says. “That’s a good start.”

This guy’s a nice height, but I’m a little taller and a little older than him. He has strong muscled shoulders and biceps and excellent pecs with very nibbleable nipples. He’s forties soft in the middle, which turns me on immensely, and the whole of him is covered in nice dark fur, except his head which is shaved bald. He has a nice bushy Old Spice kind of mustache which only further makes me think of Sam Elliott. He is completely nude and strides out of the hot tub with that confidence we daddies seem to somehow project. His cock is swinging semi-hard over a nice tight set of balls.

“Glad you two could make it,” he says, taking my hand in his meaty paw.

“The pleasure is ours,” I say. “This is my cubby.”

The guy takes a step up to my cub and cups cubby’s crotch. I hear my cubby inhale quickly. Makes me laugh.

“Aggressive,” Cubby growls, leaning into the man, putting both his hands on the man’s hairy chest. He pinches the guy’s nipples and the guy lets out a small wince before regaining his composure with a grin.

“My cubby likes aggressive,” I say.

“Yeah?” the guy says, givin’ cubby’s cock a tug. “Well, I think we’re all going to get along nicely.”

The guy’s partner is still neck deep in the hot tub, starin’ first at me, then at my cub. The guy releases my cub and walks over to a table where he picks up a cigarbox.

“Do you imbibe?” he asks, opening the box.

“Damn right,” I say.

I nod to my cubby who grins his evil grin again and walks off toward the hot tub. The guy in the hot tub sits up straighter in the water as my cubby approaches. He’s a lanky otter cub with a sexy butch vibe to him, smooth but for a light dusting of hair between his soft tits. His face is clean shaven and his hair is closely cropped. My cubby drops his shorts at the edge of the hot tub and steps in. I watch his beautiful round butt as he enters the water.

I turn to the guy and take a cigar which he’s already clipped for me. The cigar smells good, heavy and spicy. I put it between my teeth and the guy strikes a match. His hands are large and covered in dark fur. His biceps are nice round balls of muscle. I look into his eyes. They are that color brown that makes my knees weaken, steely and warm at the same time. The guy stares back a while.

I take a few puffs of the cigar. It feels like fire and woodsmoke and spice in my mouth.

“Nice,” I say. “Thanks, partner.”

The guy lights his own cigar and takes a few deep puffs. I watch his heavily shadowed strong jawline and think what a great kisser this guy probably is. When we’re lit and puffing, we turn toward the hot tub. Our partners are making out with each other. His otter cub has my cubby by the face and is hungrily kissing him on the mouth. Looks like my boy’s holding his own though, his leg bobbing up through the water and circling the otter’s back, pulling his body closer.

“Looks like our cubs are getting acquainted already,” I say with a low chuckle.

The guy puffs his cigar and scratches his bush. “Looks like,” he says.

Suddenly I feel overdressed. I slip my fingers into the waistband of my trunks.

“You mind?” I say, not really seeking his permission, but wantin’ to make sure he watches.

The guy steps back and gestures with his cigar. I drop trou and step out of my swim trunks. The grin on the guy’s face is worth it. My cock rises up and points in his direction, full and throbbing. The warm evening air feels good, rustling the fur on my ass.

“Bull balls,” he says. “Damn, I never could get ‘em to hang like that.” His free hand reaches out and cups my balls like they’re gold to be weighed.

“My cubby likes tuggin’ ‘em,” I say, “and I like ‘em tugged.”

The guy nods. He grabs my ballsac and tugs on them. It’s electricity for my dick. I groan at how good that feels and my cock nods in agreement. The guy twists one of my nipples while he tugs.

“Fuck,” I say through clenched teeth and cigar. I reach out and grab his cock. It meats up in my fist. I can feel the pounding of his heart in his pounding dick.

“Hey!” my cub barks. “Dad!” We turn and see our cubs all mock pissed off.

“Jeez, save some for us,” the guy’s cub says in a husky, sexy voice.

“Oh, hell,” they guy laughs, “we could say the same for you.”

The guy and I chuckle and slowly saunter toward the hot tub. As we approach in clouds of cigar smoke, the cubs both rise half out of the water. They are both jackin’ and grinnin’ starin’ at their approaching dads. Two eager pups ready to please.

Fuckin’ makes me hard.

The guy steps one step down into the hot tub, standing on the place you sit when you’re in the water. My cubby steps right up to him and, looking into the guy’s eyes, nuzzles his face right into the guy’s cock and balls. He is all tongue and eyes and licky licky and the guy throws his head back and growls. My cubby licks and swallows the guys balls, he licks the underside of the guy’s cock, he nuzzles into the guy’s ample bush, sniffing like a hound picking up the scent. I watch as the guy’s cock, hard and veiny, rides up my cubby’s face, sliding all pre-cummy alongside cubby’s ample nose.

“Damn,” the otter groans, watching.

I step down and stand shoulder to shoulder with the guy getting sucked. I can feel the heat of his muscled arm next to mine. The otter steps up and grabs my cock by the root.

“Meat,” he grunts and then he swallows my cock in one deep throated swallow.

I gasp at the suddenness of it and the warm wet slick tonguey blowjob this skilled otter gives me. The cigar, the hot water bubbling up my calves and the otter with the black eyes slowly suckling up and down the length of my cock. I feel a little dizzy and the guy next to me throws an arm behind my waist.

“Hang on there, partner,” the guy says, “my cub is voracious. He’ll suck your soul out with your spunk if you aren’t careful.”

I put my arm around the guy’s waist and we stand there, two proud horny fucks getting their cocks taken care of by two expert dadsuckers.

Just the sounds of the slurping these cubs are making is enough to make me cum, let alone the expert job this guy’s doing. The otter uses his tongue to pull my foreskin down and tongue along the underside of my sensitive glans and then he uses his lips to pull my foreskin back over the head and munch on the tip. After that, he slides his face down the length of the shaft until my cockhead is buried deep in his throat. Then he starts it all again. My hand is on his stubbled head, rubbing it.

“Good boy,” I murmur as he sucks my cock deep into his throat.

I feel the other top guy touching me gently, feeling my skin with his fingertips. He’s running his hand along the fur on my back and on the side of my waist. He runs his hand over the crack of my ass and digs his fingers to the pucker. I’m reciprocating, feeling up the guy’s muscle butt, nicely furred, and along the nice pudge-over-muscle waist.

My cubby is suckin’ cock so well and, damn, I am so proud of him. His chubcub face dives down on the guy’s meaty cock like he’s starving and I can see a bead of precum that’s escaped the corner of his mouth and drooled down his goatee.

I’m real close, so I give a slight push on the otter’s head and he comes off my cock with a pop! The guy sees this and does the same with my cubby.

“Don’t want to cum yet,” I say.

The other top grins a toothy, naughty grin and says, “Where you wanna cum, bearman?”

The otter turns and sloshes over to the other side of the hot tub. On the deck there are towels on which are laid condoms and bottles of lube as well as a buttplug, a couple dildos, several lengths of leather strap and a small wood and leather paddle. He picks up a condom and a bottle of lube and hands it to my cubby. Then he grabs some for himself.

“Is that all right with you?” the top guy says, giving my waist a tug.

I turn to him, taking my cigar out of my mouth. He follows suit and our lips meet and I kiss him deeply. He smells of chlorine and tastes of cigar. Our cocks smack against each other and my furry belly rubs against his. He opens his mouth wide and our tongues move in and I can hear our cubby’s sloshing around and getting themselves ready and I can feel the otter rolling the condom down on my cock as I’m kissing this sexy top with all my might and I think this may be the best night I’ve had in months and it’s only just started.

When the condom’s on, I turn and see both our cubby’s kneeling on the hot tub seat with their asses pointed to us, quietly waiting for what they’ve been wanting all night.

We tops lay our cigars down on the deck, move toward our bottoms and grab the lube. I pour some of the warm liquid into my hands and slosh it into the crack of the otter’s smooth softly muscled ass. He groans and squirms as my fingers, slick with lube, move up and down his crack, focusing on the tight pucker. When I push my finger into his asshole, he pushes back and it makes my cock throb and I want this guy so fuckin’ bad I can taste him.

The other guy is using his condomed, lubed up cock to tease my boy by rubbin’ and circlin’ his tight little butt. Cubby is gritting his teeth with lust, wantin’ this guy bad. Watching the lust in his face turns me on and I point my cock at the otter’s ass and push. He growls open-mouthed as my cock pushes past his sphincter muscle and his ass grips my cock hard. I pause, letting him get used to the feel of my meat intruding his body. I give his ass a little slap, the sound making my cubby and the other guy turn and look. They both smile.

The guy pushes his cock into cubby and cubby’s back arches as he takes it like a man and the guy’s ass muscles tense and dimple in an utterly horny way and I need to fuck bad. I grab the otter by his shoulder and shove him down the length of my cock. It is excruciating how good it is. We both growl like dogs and I feel him alive and hot staked on my cockshaft and the bubbles of the hot tub tickling the hairs of my ass and when he begins to relax, I start a slow pump of his tight beautiful hole.

“Fuck oh yeah fuck,” he says between gritted teeth.

We begin a slow rhythm and, without trying, we fall in sync with the guy and my cubby. We are sloshing the water in the hot tub as we both pumpfuck our cubs together. The guy has beads of sweat on his forehead and my cub has taken on that glazed, ecstatic look he gets when he’s getting it real good and I’m hoping it feels as good to the otter as it does to my cub. We pumpfuck in steady rhythm for a while. It doesn’t feel like I can take a lot of this.

“Slap me again,” the otter growls. I palm slap his ass hard. I slap it hard again.

I’ve been staring at the otter’s backside. The muscle just below a soft layer of fleshiness and the sweat rolling down his spine’s valley and I bend forward and lick the sweat there with the flat of my tongue while I fuck him and I smack his ass again and he just about passes out from the sheer fuck feel of it.

“Mmff,” cubby grunts takin’ it, “yeah, mmff.”

I look up and the guy’s looking at me. We’re both pumpin’ our hips into our cubs’ asses. I stare into his eyes and realize why this otter and my cub are completely taken with him. He’s so sexy hot and manly and hell, I’d bottom for the guy. He’s starin’ at me with those sexy eyes and I can’t help but think the guy’s thinkin’ the same thing about me.

We turn back to our boys and start fuckin’ ‘em good and hard and they both holler and our balls are slappin’ flesh and our lubed up cocks are making sexy sounds as they push in and out and in their asses.

“Tag team fuck!” the guy hollers, reaching over and slapping my ass.

He pulls out of my cubby’s butt and pulls the condom off his cock. I freeze for a second, then figure it out. I pull out of the otter’s butt and slosh over to my cub. I yank off my condom and shove my cock deep into my cubby’s butt. The feeling is incredible all lubed and frictioned up by the other guy’s fuckfest. The guy is pounding his otter’s ass.

“Fuckin’ take it, bitch,” he growls into his otter’s ear and the otter whimpers with the pain and the pleasure of the pounding he’s gettin’. My cubby is biting my arm with the horniness of it all.

“Yeah, pa, yeah!” he hollers.

I feel the cum jerking through my insides, the powerful grip of my cubby’s ass and the pounding of the blood in my veins. And with a full growl shout, I shoot, shoot, shoot stream after stream of cum right up into my cub and he’s hollering with bared teeth like a wild cub and the other guys are hollerin’ and I can tell the other guy is cumming too and the water is sloshing up out of the hot tub and making a mess of the place and no one seems to give a good goddamn.

When things slow down and the blood begins to come back into my head, I find myself gripping my cubby around the waist with my furry chest and belly against his sweaty heaving back. I turn and see the guy is cooing something I can’t hear into his otter’s ear and it’s sexy watchin’ the cub so pleased at the pleasure of his dad.

I stand up and pull out of cubby. He turns around and grabs my face with hunger, his hard cock pressed against my belly. He kisses me.

“I love you, pa,” he whispers between kisses.

“Goddamn, I love you too, cubby mine,” I say, tryin’ to catch my breath.

We sink down together into the water, kissing and touching each other. We look up and the guy and his otter are sitting in the tub watching us.

“Nice start to a great evening,” the guy says, grinning. “You guys can stay a while, can’t you?”

I feel my cock, exhausted but thinking about it, bobbing in the hot tub water.

“Yeah,” I say looking at my nodding cubby, “I think we can stay a while longer.”