"Okay, daddy. Yeah. You're on."
From Create Your Own Story
The daddy bear wraps one strong hand around the back of your neck, and walks you into the bathroom, which is just as dim as the bar itself. Once inside, you manage to glance three urinals and a couple of stalls before the daddy pushes you into the furthest stall, stopping only to turn and tug the door more or less closed - there doesn't seem to be a latch.
"Soon as I saw you," the daddy bear says, in a low, rumbling voice, "I knew you were here to play. How come I ain't seen you before?"
"It's my birthday," you say, and glance around at the inside of the stall, a little hesitant. "I've never been here before."
"Well, birthday boy," the bearded man says, and undoes his jeans and zipper with a tug. He pulls out a thick, uncut, veiny cock that's thickening even as he wraps his thick fingers around it. "I got a present for you right here."
The daddy bear laughs, and takes you by your waist, turning you around, and you lean forward, bracing yourself against the dirty wall of the stall above the toilet. He undoes your belt and jeans roughly, tugging at your zipper and then yanking your jeans and underwear down in one hand. You feel his rough finger ride up between your ass cheeks, and he teases his finger at your hole for just a second.
"Fuck yeah," he says. "You're just an eager little fuck, aren't you?"
Your dick hardens at his words, and he chuckles. You hear him spit, and then feel his saliva-sticky fingers rubbing his spit into your ass. He repeats this a few times, each time generating a thick glob of spit that he rubs up and down your ass cheek, until finally, he leans forward, gripping your waist in one hand, and lining his cockhead at your hole with the other.
He pushes in, the saliva not really generating enough lubrication, and you hiss out a breath and feel your legs shake. He's thick, and the heat of his cock in your hole makes you clench your teeth.
"Oh baby, you are tight..." the daddy moans, and then puts his other hand on your waist as well, gripping your hips.
He pushes in, and you wince and manage to stay braced against the wall, until finally you feel the denim of his open fly against your ass cheeks.
He spits again, and you feel it hit the crack of your ass where his dick is buried up you. The daddy pulls out, almost achingly slow, nearly all the way, and then pushes forward again. You let out a little grunt as he buries himself again. His dick is so hot inside you.
"Yeah?" he says.
"Yeah," you gasp.
He starts fucking you, pushing in and out with faster and faster thrusts, and you brace yourself against the wall, pushing back to meet him as the heat of his cock builds into a painfully full sensation that wracks your gut. You gasp, and grunt, and his fucking continues to pick up in pace. He grips your sides tightly, and in a low voice, he keeps talking to you while he fucks you.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you, fucker? Eager little shit... You want that cock, don't you?"
"Yes," you start to say, over and over. "Yes! Yes!"
He fucks you harder, and faster, and with a loud grunt, you feel him blow a wad deep up your hole. He presses forward against you wrapping both arms around your stomach and squeezing as he pulls you onto his dick as he cums. His beard is rough against your neck.
"Take it, boy!"
His cock surges once more, then twice, and then he lets you go. He pulls out slowly, and you feel some of his cum drip out of your ass and down your thigh, into your jeans.
"Happy birthday," he says again, breathing heavy.
You tug some toilet paper, and awkwardly stand, wiping up some of the mess. The daddy bear tucks his dick back into his jeans, and smiles at you, watching.
"I see you got started without me."
You look past the daddy bear and see Steve watching. Steve's face is a blank mask. Oh crap. The daddy glances at him.
"Shit, he your boy?" the daddy asks.
Steve shakes his head. "No, we just met. But he wanted to play hide and seek."
The daddy laughs, stepping past the bear with the salt-and-pepper hair. "Well, I found him." You hear the daddy chuckle all the way out of the bathroom.
"Having fun?" Steve asks you.
You blush, pulling up your pants. "Yeah."
Steve's expression finally changes. He cracks a wide smile, grinning. "Don't worry, I'm not the jealous type. Hell, we just met."
You relax, and Steve laughs at you.
"Did you like your taste of bear meat?" he asks.
You say...
