Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2020 17:16:38 -0600
From: shiro kumachaser <shirokumachaser@gmail.com>
Subject: Chubby bears - 04

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Chubby bears Part 04

by Shirokuma Chaser 2020 ©

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Dad and I were again sleeping nude on the couch, It seems like this will be
our new tradition, at least while mom is still absent in her trip to aid
aunt Lulu. It was around 10 pm when we woke up hungry as hell again, the
previous meal was around 11 am, then laundry, lazy couch and blowjob
lessons. It was too late to ask for delivery food, so we devoured the
leftovers from yesterday's BBQ.

 While we were eating my dad asked me:

"Son, is there another man you are interested in?".

"Why the question, Dad?".

"Don't lie to me, you sure had other options you were chasing if your mom
didn't leave us alone for such a long time".

"Well, there are some, for example Mr. Green (my Math teacher), Mr. Patrick
(our mailman), and Mr. Tribbiani (my barber) ".

"Damn!! you are a dog in heat, they all sure are chubby mature bears, but
I'm worried someone can hurt your feelings, the age gap between them and
you are bigger than ours, and men are pigs".

"But one thing is sex and another is love, I love you and just crave their
bodies, Dad".

My father was confused by my response, it seemed to be something a grown up
would tell, not a 12 years old.

"Dad, mom and I watch soap operas a lot, and that is a common topic".

"Damn it with this generation, TV and internet have ruined it all!!, so you
basically are saying you want older friends with benefits?".

"Yeah".

"That is risky. Son, you have to promise me that you will tell me
everything you do, and keep me informed of your sexual advances. I can
continue giving private lessons and advices.... but your butt is only mine
for the next three months, I don't want to sloppy seconds".

We both laughed and I promised what he wanted.. At the end he never
mentioned anything about oral pleasures, a loophole I'm willing to exploit,
let's remember that everything with him started with engulfing his prong
while drunk sleeping. And from now on I have the confidence to make bold
movements.

My hair was a little long now, the last trimed I had was before my mom
left, so I was thinking about paying a visit to Mr. Tribbiani the next day
in the afternoon.

When we finished washing the plates my Dad asked me if I wanted to sleep
with him today, my answer was "No, Dad, tomorrow I have school and I need
to be rested for my monthly math test, if I lay with you the less we will
do is sleep, but I promise the rest of the nights are ok". Maths never were
a problem for me, I enjoyed the classes with Mr. Green for more than his
science skills, and let's be honest, a tired mind will play tricks and tell
you that 2+2=5.

"Come on son, I promise if I don't let you sleep you can have a new
laptop", Gosh, my dad acted like a child, "Ok dad, I hope you keep your
word" I answered reluctant, "Yeah, no problem, when an accountant mention
money, believe the last he wants is to lose the bet". That night we got on
the bed, he spooned me again but no sexual advances were made, I think the
company of a warm body is other stuff my dad missed from mom. And as simple
as that I got convinced of spending every night with him, he truly can keep
a promise when it is needed.

The next morning I got up at 7:00, I had to do it to be able to take the
bus to school. Dad always raises around 8:00, his work is 9 to 5, my school
is 8 to 2, so I have 3 hours after school to visit my barber.

The barber shop of Mr. Tribbiani has working hours from 10am to 3pm and
5:00 to 8pm, he closes from 3:00 to 5:00 for the lunch break. My barber is
a mature man with italian heritage. he is taller than my dad (6 feet) but
his paunch was like a copy paste from my father's, his skin is white and
his hair is black but salt and pepper due his age, I never asked but I
guessed he was around 55 years old, has thick mustache and eyebrows to
match with, the rest of his body seemed to be very hairy also, his forearms
and the part of the chest visible from the top of his shirt gave me that
impresion on every previous visit. My personal liking is to visit him every
3 weeks, this particular occasion was more than 4 weeks, because without
mom remembering me the date I got lost.

The barber shop is in the middle of the way home, so walking from school to
it was around 15 minutes. When I arrived he had a couple of customers
waiting for a cut and informed me if I wanted to wait I could be the last
one before break, or return after 5:00pm for the late schedules. As soon as
I accepted the wait he closed the barber shop door and put the
correspondent sign to avoid more people coming and sacrificing his
meals. Mr. Tribbiani works alone, he occasionally had some training
barbers, but it seems no one filled his spectatives about hair cutting
qualities, at least is what he said every time some client asked if the
other barber was available.

By the time he finished with the man before me and asked me to sit on his
chair he checked his clock and was 2:55 and said "let me close the window's
curtain and the door's blinds because your 20 minutes cut will gave the
impression of extended hours for the pedestrians outside", as soon as he
did it the entire barber shop was totally dark, but he turned on the
lights.

"How would you like your cut, bambino?".

"The same as always, please".

"Traditions, traditions, ok".

"Yes, I like it short, I have curly hair and in a boy seems weird, and is
more trouble to keep it groomed".

"That is true, bambino".

He began to wet my hair with his spraying bottle and used the other hand to
distribute it equally, he had rough hands and with the water over my scalp
they felt very warm on my forehead while cutting, we began to chat.

"Mr. Tribbiani, why don't you have assistants?".

"I have had assistants before, but to be honest with you no one of them
liked the way I work, they said I was too rough.... Haha".

That answer was weird, and his laugh was not sincere, it was more like a
sarcastic one.

"And you, bambino? what about the school?".

"Fine".

"And the bambinas?, any girlfriend?".

"I don't have one".

"why.. do you like bambini, I mean..boys?".

"No, I love men".

Mr. Tribbiani froze for some seconds, I think I was too direct. He then
laughed loudly and said :

"Bambino!!, you almost got me there, Haha!! smarty pants!! each generation
has its jokes".

"I mean it Mr Tribbiani".

"Sure... and what do you love about men?".

As his comments were sarcastic I knew he was not believing me at all, so if
I wanted to show my sincerity the speech way was not the correct
approach. I put my right hand over his pants and gave a little squeeze on
his front package saying "I love this" and then moved my hand over his
rotund paunch saying "but only if the man has a stomach like this one"
squeezing one of his flabby rolls.

Mr. Tribbiani froze again and this time looked directly into my eyes and
put one hand around my throat, he didn't hurt me at all, but he asked very
seriously this time "Are you joking or do you really meant it?", "I'm dead
serious" I answered and gave another mild squeeze of his abdomen rolls. He
then freed my throat and put his tools over the table, removed the barber
cape from my body and gently told me to get off the chair. I thought he was
going to kick me out of the shop with an unfinished cut (I deserved), but
what he did is he walked to the far side and sat over the chair he uses for
washing the heads of clients that dye their white hairs. Then he unbuckled
his pants and opened the fly getting out his balls and penis, he was going
commando that day, and pulled his shirt just over his stomach keeping his
chest covered.

This man was hairy on all the middle section, his paunch was covered by fur
all around (compared to my dad that has little hair there but a lot on his
chest), his nut sack was as massive as my dad's but his penis was smaller,
what was yummy about it is was thicker than my dad's.

"Come on bambino, get here and prove your words, feast on this italian
sausage".

"Yes sir!!".

I then rushed to him and knelt between his legs, It was a shame he didn't
get fully nude nor let me got of my clothes, I took a sniff and his musky
odor was ripped, this man surely didn't took a shower today, his upper body
smelled clean, some europeans have the habit of only wash armpits and hair
on regular basis while the crotch and legs just when they think is
mandatory, Mr Tribbiani was one of them.

"so, what are you waiting for?, bambino".

"sorry, I got lost on your odor".

"Yeah, I got that reaction a lot".

"Really?".

"Yes, the apprentices flew when I wanted sexual favors and those who dared
told me to wash more often there".

I then proceeded to put in action the crash course my dad gave me yesterday
about blowjobs, and added others movements, I kissed the penis head, licked
it a little and fully engulfed his prick, I gave some swirly tongue
treatment, cleaning his meat and skin cover removing his cheesy cream (this
was new for me), grabbed the shaft by its root and moved it aside to have
access to his balls and began to lick each one, his penis began to swell,
then i returned to his rod and engulfed all again, I put my hands over his
paunch and caressed the rolls and gave a constant massage to his stomach
while sucking his cock non stop.

Mr. tribbiani put one hand over my head and began to moan "Oh, yes bambino,
yes.. this is not your first time, you are a pro.. yes". I got aroused by
the praise of my skills, his penis was now fully engorged and to my
surprise his length didn't reach my tonsils but his thickness kept my lips
stretched and my jaw began to soaring. This man will not cut my breath and
I continue to suck his rod for some minutes, hearing his loudly moaning
feeling his constant pressure of his hands, burying me in his crotch. my
forehead pushing his paunch up, I moved my head from side to side to
continue breathing while having his entire penis trapped in my mouth. His
breathing and moaning began to speed up their pace and told me "Bambino,
I'm about to come... are you ready?"... I couldn't speak, so I just nodded
and he pressed as hard as he could, he screamed "OOh,, yes,,.. I'm
cumming....Im' cumming... AHHH".. I felt his swelling prick on the back of
my tongue and his sperm was flooding my mouth, I tried to drink all, but
his penis size didn't delivered directly to my throat and his cum was
copious, many of it was leaking from my lips and was covering his nuts, I
put my hands on action to collect the most I could, he kept me there till I
felt his penis defleating, he released my head and his breathing was slower
each time, I tried to keep sucking as if it was a pacifier but he told
me.. "No, no, it's enough, bambino, my glans hurts now". So now I was
licking his nuts and cleaning my hands. No seed was wasted at the end.

The barber asked me to stand up, and then he did the same and gave me a
small kiss on the cheek, and a bear hug, I think he didn't want to touch
the lips that were over his penis seconds ago, I squeezed his paunch to my
contents till he brock the embrace and proceed to cover his partial nudity
and checked his watch, it was almost 4:00. "Bambino, let's finish your
haircut, you seem like if a goat munched a part of it, and the cost is on
the house this time". We both laughed, "any time you want Mr Tribbiani" I
responded with an additional wink, "Bambino, now you can call me Paul while
we are alone, I think you earned it", we both laughed again.

By 4:15 I was on my way home, I was excited to tell my dad about what
happened in the barber shop today.

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