Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2020 23:52:06 -0600 From: shiro kumachaser Subject: Chubby bears - 01 The following story is fictional. None of the events, characters, or locations are real. Please do not read if you are under 18 or if the content is illegal in your jurisdiction. I am grateful to Nifty for posting my stories. If you enjoyed my story or any others on this site then please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. Every little helps. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html No part of this story may be reproduced in whole or in part in any manner without the permission of the owner. -------------------------------------------- Chubby bears 01 by Shirokuma Chaser 2020 © contact me and share your thoughts at shirokumachaser@gmail.com This is intended to be a series of histories about my sexual encounters with the type of persons I love the most (Mature, chubby, and hairy men, all in one combined) ---------------------------------------------- Lets begin with my own description. By the date this event occured I was a 12 years old lad, I'm third generation American, we still have a very strong Mexican heritage, my grandad came to work here when he was young, and raised a family in Texan grounds with a lovely citizen. You know that latins like food a lot, my grandfather, my uncles and dad are really big, I mean, not too tall (around 5' 9") but sport really heavy frames. I liked the weekends because the family gathered for BBQ at home, my grandpa was always jolly and since I was a baby I spent the most time over his laps, I liked to embrace his paunch, and his hairy arms over my back, I felt safe and loved, was like having a personal Santa at home. Living in this kind of family I was a little chubby, not too much but I know my feature is to develop a massive body, you know, genetics. Being 12 I was still around 4 1/2 feet, brown skin, black and curly hair (that is why I have to keep it trimmed every 3 weeks), my penis and balls were still in development, so almost no hair there yet. My father worked as an accountant in a superstore, so his work doesn't imply physical labor at all, he was chubby and flabby, he has been working there since I remember. A latin tradition (or at least at my home) was my father and I taking showers together for the first 10 years of my life (this strengthens the bondings, he said, I'm his only son). He is the reason I love men of his type, chubby, hairy and with a significant age difference from my own. I liked to help him soap his back and he did the same to me. He has a massive pair of nuts and his dick is thick, I never saw it erect so I didn't know how long it was at this point of time because it rested immutable over his eggs shaped balls. This stopped when I began to develop erections and my father noticed. He told me I was old enough to shower for myself. Even if I was deprived of the delights of our shared time under running water my father continued to walk almost nude inside the house, just wearing his undies, this is also a family tradition, my grandpa and uncles does the same at their homes when we spend the night on visits, my mom is accustomed to this. I began to have desires that I didn't understand at first, but one thing was sure, I liked to see my dad sleeping on the couch, sprawled, seeing his rotund belly swelling and deflating with every snore, his hairy chest that began to smooth as it reached his belly button and then again it retake his hairy path to his crotch (for our past shower time I know how hairy he is down there), and those thick and hairy legs were so inviting, damn!. When I was 12, my mom needed to travel to Mexico to take care of my aunt (her sister) who had an accident, tripped down the stairs and broke one leg at the femur level, so after surgery she will need to rest on bed and needed aid to take showers, laundry and clean the house. So mom informed us that her trip would last at least 4 months till recovery and physical therapy treatments of my aunt. My father agreed. The chores now should be done for my dad and I, so as a couple of males and the only around in the house we decided to eat delivery food in the afternoons, cleaning and laundry at the weekends and be lazy the major part of the spare time. This was going fine for the first two weeks, but from the beginning of the third one the panorama changed. Dad began to drink after work and came home very late, I didn't even notice when he was arriving those days. Our house was built with the master bedroom on a side, then the living room, kitchen, tv room and finally my own bedroom so we didn't share walls nor an aisle while sleeping. The morning routine remained the same, so we kept in touch, he was kind of sad but didn't want to share his thoughts with me. He woke up with a noticeable hangover that week. The next saturday at the family BBQ I eavesdropped my father and grandpa talking about sexual frustration, since my mom was not around. Grandad told him that drinking is stupid, since he was leaving me alone in the afternoon, even if I was a responsable lad is not wise to do it, and in the sexual department he advice to simple call a prostitute after work at a cheap motel, my father responded "well, that will cost me a lot of money because I still fuck my wife everynight, we have the sexual drive of a couple of horny teenagers, that is why I married her to begin with and bought this house with separated bedrooms to bang her without bother my son with the louddy actions". My father is 35 years old and my grandad is almost 60. Grandad said "I know what you mean, I have the same problem and since your mom died I have been dating and fucking as rabbits with random women, and yes, the money is an issue but at my age I don't want to have a breakdown for a break up or another close death". Too much information for me, but I liked what I heard, this is the reason his prick is always at rest even in the showers or sleeping on the couch, he was sexualy satisfied and content with mom. Dad said that he will keep in mind the advice and monday will give a try, nevertheless he was sipping his second six pack of beers in this BBQ and was a little tipsy. Three hours later, when everyone left home and dad and I got alone again he was very drunk (who can know how many beer a mexican can ingest anyway), thankfully the next day will be a lazy sunday and he will have plenty of time to recover, he undressed and took a nap on the couch watching an old tv movie, I was again fascinated with the view and decided to stay in the adjoint sofa pretending to see the tv, but was admiring his frame. To my surprise he began to mumble something while sleeping, touched his own crotch over the underwear and began to raise a hardon. I jaw dropped and confirming he was still snoring and mumbling I approached his middle body, got on my knees and put a hand over his own.. he continue sleeping, then moved his hand to free the hardon and no change on the snoring yet.. good, then his prong elevated as a mastil was stretching the cotton of the undies, I made a bold movement, I approached my face to it and took a deep sniffing, I was intoxicated with the aroma and almost fell over him, but I put my hands on the border of the couch to have a leverage point. I was sporting a hardon of my own and repeated the sniffing a bunch of times till its effect on me was not so strong (from my point of view it seemed like 2 hours but it must be no more than 5 minutes), then I turned my head to see the face of my dad and check if he was still sleeping, he was. I tried to pull his undies and have a better access to his family jewels but my dad is heavy as hell and a sleeping body is no easy to move, he just mumbled again and continue to snore and returned his hand over his crotch, It became clear he will not ceed an inch of his remaining cloths. I decided this was enough torture for me, my hardon was lost in the battle proccess, I stood up and shake his shoulder and said "Dad..Dad, its late, go to bed and sleep, its getting cold in here" He began to mumble more but just moved a little and to my surprise he get the dick out of his undies and began to fondle it while sleeping, damn!!, his prong was 7 inches long and thick enough to barely cover the circumference with his own hand. He fell asleep again like this after only three or four shakes, no cum yet, so his hardon reamined at view and his hand around it with a couple of inches uncovered, the mushroom head was very inflamed, this must be due the power grip he put over his own shaft. "My god, is this what mom enjoys every night?, no wonder why she is always happy". I said to myself in my mind. I still wanted to see his prick in full view, but this was an opportunity that I will not let pass so I undressed myself and began to fondle my penis, then stop after a couple of minutes because I still can't shoot sperm (I was a late bloomer). My dad was still snoring and holding his penis inside his hand, then I took another step on the deprave train, I licked his peehole and enjoyed the flavor, then a couple of more licks and engulfed his head and used as a pacifier, my dad began to mumble and for my surprise he released his hardon but put his hand over my neck and pushed me further, I began to gag but my dad was sleeping and calling "Maria, Maria" the name of my mom. The battle continue some minutes because as a fresh starter in the blowjob matters I couldn't engulf to much of his prick nor letting it take my throat, he kept pushing and pushing his hand on my head, It felt like hours but was just a couple of minutes when a river of cum began to flood my mouth, I almost drowned and my gags were very loud at this point. My dad released my head and woke up, his penis continued to shoot milk, rope after rope of thick creamy fluids and I was now enjoying it at my peace, drinking all like no tomorrow. "Son, what are you doing?.." were his words, but I continued sucking till his shaft stopped spitting sperms, he was moaning all the time and never tried to move from his position or to make me leave his crotch, I think he was enjoying and feeling guilty at the same time. When I left his prick alone he pulled me over his body, I sprawled over his tummy, my head over his chest and he kept me embraced tight and said "thank you son.." we soon fell asleep, the cold of the night was never noticed by the warm of both bodies over the couch ----------------------- will this continue? If you liked please contact me and share your thoughts at shirokumachaser@gmail.com. flares will be ignored