Date: Tue, 30 May 2017 05:13:00 +0200 From: Shiro Kuma Subject: My Life as a slut for Mature Chub Bears. Chapter 1: The Mechanic (part 1). DISCLAIMER All rights reserved. Black Shirokuma. This is the first part of an intended series of writings about a young boy that discovers sexuality and develops attraction to Mature Chub Bears to later become one of them. This story is 100% fiction and is for mature readers only. It is a fantasy made up by the crazy and horny mind of the writer, it includes consented sex between under age kids and adults, in couples or groups. Do not read the contents if it will offend you. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended. The activities described in this story may cause injuries or transmit diseases, so be smart and don't try to do it at home! If you are underage, or if possession of these writings causes you to break laws in your area, please leave now. Anyone wishing to contact me can do so at shirokuma@writeme.com --------------------------------------------- My Life as a slut for Mature Chub Bears. Chapter 1: The Mechanic (part 1). Let me introduce myself, My name is Matt Jones, 35 years old gay male, chub bear, and I want to describe the series of events that leaded to make me a lover, a real slut for the sex pleasure of chubby mature bear men. All begun more than 20 years ago, when I was a young boy, 11 years old to be precise, I was a normal, healthy and horny as fuck school kid that happily lives with his parents. I weighted 78.5 lb (35.6 kg) and height 4 feet 7 inches (143.5 cm), black hair, caramel skin due to a not so rare combination in my home town, my mom was a hot beauty blond and my father a chubby, hairy, brownish Mexican that won the jack pot with mom when they fall in love each other. I always tough that my mom was to pretty for him. Since my memory let me recall I always liked to be with my father in the afternoons when he returned from work and I helped him to get comfortable in home, bringing him some beer, removing his shoes or simply by spending time with him while watching the tv. I was charmed by this chubby bear, by the way he walked, talked and smelled, he was strict with me but also very kind, this makes me consider him as my hero and I imagined that when I grow up I would like to have a body exactly like him. Without noticing I was falling in love with his frame of a teddy bear man, but I never tried something sexual with him, at least not as a child, the gay subject will be so wrong for some one with the Macho style and other Latins believes of my father. The city were we lived is in the suburbs of California, so the hot weather here in summer is not uncommon, at 11 years I attended to the primary school nearby the area, it was 1 mile away from home, so since I was 9 me an my friends walked all the way. Every day I passed in front of a house 3 blocks away from my parents, it has big front parking space, at least 3 cars could be parked there, and in the afternoons when I returned from school I always saw that different cars were being fixed inside the garage. One day I asked my father why there was always some broken car on that place, he explained me that there lives a retired military man that after 20 years serving country decided to move back his home town and maybe searching for an extra income he began to fixing cars, something that he must of learned in the army, I thought to myself "that is pretty cool, and he must be a very good mechanic" because apparently he does not lack of jobs. A couple of weeks later the nearby summer begun to make it noticed, a heat wave was the rule those days, so in my daily walk from school I saw something that makes me change my life for ever, the mechanic dude was taking a break from work, he was sitting on a stool outside the garage in the shadow casted from the neighbor property's trees. When my father told me this dude was a retired military man I thought that he must be a 40's exercise addict but for my great surprise he was a middle 50's chubby bear, he was wearing a grease monkey outfit, but due to the heat wave he as only using the legs part, the upper stuff was tangled around the waist and no shirt on him, thick white and black fur cover his chest, arms and back, like if black pepper was added to a kids toy (a white teddy bear to be precise) he was almost bald, only silver with some blacks hairs on the sides that makes perfect combination with his body fur. He was drinking a beer that surly was extracted from the cooler in front of him, he was sweating profusely, it must be due to he was working hard all day long fixing cars, he had a big round belly hanging out the tangled mechanical suit, surly that beer was not the only one he drink that day (or in his life). My God, he was a dream come true. I almost drooped my jaw from this glorious sight, and as I stooped my walk admiring this impossible to be true man, the mechanic noticed me and raised the hand holding the beer, I got panicked and run the three blocks to my house thinking "this guy surely reeded my lustful mind and was about to scold me for be so gay". The rest of the afternoon I didn't get out of my room, I layed on my bed thinking that the man surely followed me and was about to talk to my parents, "my life as I know is over now" was my constantly inner voice, with this mess on my head I fell sleep. It was about 10:00 pm when I get out my room, hungry and thirsty due the weather, I was sweeting and needed to hydrate again. When I was walking down stairs my father said "Hello there, I saw you sleeping a couple of hours ago and since you never do this before in daylight I thought that you must had a rough day at school and let you sleep", god if he knew what happened before he will not be this charming to me. I said "Oh, hi dad, how was your day? Anything interesting happened today?" then he replied "No son, everything OK", this makes me notice that my fears about the mechanic coming to my home were just a childish reaction and was safe. That night before going to bed again I recalled the mental image of the mechanic, that was burned into my eyes and the back of my brain. I got an instant boner and despite the hot night I began to rub myself, "that sweating bear must of smell like my dad, that belly sure feel soft and warm, his penis and balls must be bigger than mines" with all this going in circles in my head I got my wiener on my left hand, I'm uncut, 3 inches (8cm) length on hard in that time, as horny as I was I didn't need more that 20 strokes to began spiting my milk on the floor of my room, what a messy situation, all around stink with sweat and sperm. Finally I took a shower and went to bed, I got trouble to fall sleep because I cant take that man out of my head even if I just had a profuse wank lest that one hour ago, so this was a school night and I needed to rest well to be a proper student in the classroom, so I thought "screw this, I will wank till I fell sleep" so in no time I creamed my prick a couple of times lest than 1 hour , when I began with my forth wank of the night I did not notice and fell sleep on blankets with my penis on my hand. TO BE CONTINUE --------------------------------------------- End of the first one of my intended series, if this get positives reviews I will continue in regular basis. Thanks. All rights reserved. Black Shirokuma. Contact me at: shirokuma@writeme.com Negative comments will be ignored.