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Description Jimmie returns home from college for the summer to rediscover just how drawn he is to his massive, muscle bear stepfather.

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It was the beginning of summer and I was coming home into the state I grew up in. I lived with my father—I mean: stepfather. I’m not a blood son of his. It was just the two of us. After my mother left us, only my big, burly daddy—that is, my stepfather—and I, his little son, were left.

Our scales are extremely different. While my dad is redheaded, a muscle beast with over 500 pounds of brawn and a layer of handsome fat spread at a height of 7’6” giving him an appearance of muscle bear, I’m totally different. I inherited the genetics of my mother’s family. I am blond and small at 4’7” tall, but have a body built with small, solid muscles, unlike my stepfather—we have no genetic link anyway, but I have a beautiful body.

When I got off at the train station, the people passed me in a hurry, and I was almost thrown to the ground. I grabbed my backpack and raised my head as much as I could. I looked around for my stepfather. The cacophony of sounds from the train station did not make me realize that someone was approaching me from behind. A wide shadow hung over me and I looked up… and up. It was my father.

He wore black shorts and running shoes. His hairy, thick legs like tree trunks supported a wide torso covered by a black t-shirt with thin straps written “Gold Gym.” His fat, round, hard belly with muscles was protruding and the belly fold covered part of the seam of his shorts.

Two huge, hard, hairy plates with large brown nipples the size of my thumb formed their monstrous pecs. His boulder-like shoulders were bigger than my head. His biceps looked like cannonballs full of veins. He had his hands on his waist in a pose like the Rhodes Colossus. I looked up and found his warm smile framed by a red beard. His green eyes stared at me with love and affection.

“How was the trip, my little boy?”

My father’s deep voice made my body shudder and my heart warm. I was at home.

“Hi Bob… I mean, Dad,” I corrected myself. “I had a good trip.” I smiled sheepishly, packing my backpack. My stepfather’s name was Bob. Everyone knew him as Big Bob, but he liked being called Daddy by me. It was his only rule when I was back home.

“Daddy was missing you, little boy.” Bob leaned over and ruffled my hair with his fleshy, callused paw.

“Daddy, nooo… my hair,” I protested. Smiling, I pushed the huge hand off my head. It was a difficult job.

“Look, sweetheart. Dad has a gift for you. It’s birthday present… well, it’s late, but it’s from the heart.” Giant Bob pulled from his gym bag a package wrapped in a paper with drawings of Garfield, that fat, gluttonous cat. It was one of the comics my stepfather liked. He especially liked the one where the cat began to grow as he ate everything he found ahead. Oh, he also liked the cartoon of Jerry and the Cat where the mouse Jerry was hit by a ray of growth. I always thought Bob had macrophile tendencies.

I opened the package and smiled sheepishly when I saw a thin blue t-shirt with the words “Daddy’s Little Boy”. It was a small T-shirt. I looked at Bob and looked at T-shirt. My giant stepfather looked at me expectantly. I saw in his eyes that he wanted to see me wearing the shirt immediately. His size was intimidating. Bob never yelled at me, or looked at me in wrath. All he had to do was talk and I did it. He dominated me with his size without being cruel.

“Put it on and let’s go home, puppy.” He smiled and pointed at the shirt in my hands.

“Daaad…” I begged not to have to do it in public, but it was in vain.

“Jimmie! Do it. Now.” His slightly stern look made my blood chill.

I took off my white college shirt, showing my slender, but muscled, body. Big Bob smiled when he saw my white torso and pushed his big index finger into the middle of my chest. He was teasing me.

“You need more meat on those bones, boy. Look at your dad!”

Bob stood up to his full height of more than 7 feet and made a double bicep pose. His grunt caught the attention of the people at the station, but Bob did not care, he liked the attention and admiration he received from the little people. Some people even took out cell phones to take pictures and post on social networks.

I shrugged into the shirt. “Dad… if I gained your weight… I think I could not even walk,” I laughed, smiling down at my gift.

“Oh! You’re right, little boy…” His deep laughter made his belly sway. “You’re cute being the size you are. Daddy likes your puppy that way. Hey, baby… you look good with Dad’s gift, yeah?”

“Thanks dad! I liked the present”

“That’s right. Everyone should know that you are my little boy.”

Bob held out his huge right hand and waved his chin to me to hold his hand. As if I were a child, Bob guided me out of the station. All eyes were on us. I felt good next to my giant stepfather. I was protected. I felt at home.


We got home that day, and Daddy made a lamb stew. Our house was at the entrance to the forest of the city park. My stepfather took care of the surroundings of the park and in return the city hall of the city gave him discounts in taxes. Bob liked that place and when he had visitors, the red-bearded giant was called Fat Paul Bunyan. A nickname that Bob liked too. Big Bob was kind to everyone who visited the park and he was almost a local celebrity.

Inside the house, after devouring two pots of lamb stew, we left the bones on the empty plates. Bob had picked up a chocolate cake for dessert and we sat down on the couch to watch the news. Amid belching and farting, Big Bob ate the rest of the dessert while I washed the dirty dishes. I enjoyed doing the housework to keep my giant stepfather happy.

After dropping the empty plate of cake on the coffee table in the living room, he called me. His deep voice echoed through the living room into the kitchen. I quickly ran to the living room and stood by the sofa waiting for the next command.

“Did you eat all your dinner, boy?” He scratched a hard nipple.

“Yes Dad. I was cleaning the dishes…”

“Oh no! Come and stay with your old fat dad.” He slapped the seat next to him on the couch. “Sit down here and have some time with Daddy. I need a smear on my belly…”

At that moment he hit the belly that emitted a sound like a Chinese drum. The sound was followed by a deep, wet burp.

“BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUURRPPP… oh, sorry… daddy’s still full”

I sat down next to him and while watching TV, I reached out and began, slowly in circular motions, to rub Bob’s hairy, big, hard belly. The belching followed in a frightening symphony to strangers—if anyone was around they would be afraid. But for me it was a cozy song. Bob exuded masculinity, virility, and dominance even in his belching. That somehow made me excited.

Rubbing Bob’s belly just gave me a furious hard on in the middle of my legs. I had struggled for a long time, not wanting to accept the sexual dominance Bob had over me. After all, he was my stepfather and I called him Dad. The surprising thing for me was to learn that Bob also had feelings for me. Feelings he did not understand very well, but just like me, he wanted to surrender. And that’s what we did. Over the years, we became more intimate, more connected and that day I was rubbing his belly waiting for the next command of my giant stepfather.

“HMMMM… Dad needs some special attention down there, Jimmie.”

Bob started pulling down his shorts. He did not wear underwear when he was in the house and sometimes he did not wear anything. Slowly, as in slow motion and for my torture, Bob’s cock began to appear in my field of vision.

The pink mushroom head pointed, and then the whole length of the thick cock showed. Bob’s cock was big as a half baseball bat, thick as a soda bottle and pre-cum drool like a leaky faucet. I gulped as I once again saw the engorged penis of giant Bob. He was hung like a horse… but, I think a thoroughbred horse would envy my giant stepfather’s penis.

I lowered my hand to the base of the stick, and with my small, smooth hand I squeezed as hard as I could the base of the giant cock. The thing was so thick that one hand could not wrap around every circumference. When my hand came into contact with the cock, the giant beside me groaned, snarled, growled, and his broad, fat body shuddered.

“OOOHH… FUUUUCK… GRRRR… you drive me crazy, little boy. Stroke me harder.”

Bob’s wish was an order to me. With the help of my other hand, I began to rub Bob’s dick up and down as eagerly as I could. Bob’s pecs jumped all the way down my hands. As I rubbed his cock, he squeezed his thick nipples in order to further prolong his pleasure. Bob’s heavy breathing hovered above me. The giant stepfather descended one of his calloused paws and stroked my head by pushing lightly further into his crotch.

His pubic hair brushed my face. The manly musk that his crotch exuded was like a drug. I was addicted to my stepfather’s alpha male scent. There, at that moment, I realized that Bob was my master to worship and make him happy. And Bob treated me fondly—that was all I needed.

“OOH YES… keep up the good work, little boy… daddy’s almost there.”

Bob’s deep voice gave me more courage and decided to cross another dangerous line, because I knew I would not have it back. I opened my mouth and as I lowered my hands to the base of his cock, I placed my mouth on the mushroom head. At once I felt the salty taste of the pre-cum. I felt Bob’s body shake as well. He still stroked my head as he pulled my nape up. I stared into his eyes—they had an ominous expression.

“Are you sure about that, boy? When I start, I will not stop until you drown with my thick juice.”

“I’ve never been so sure, Dad,” I replied, licking my dirty pre-cum lips.

He let out a guttural moan in approval and leaned his head back from the couch, still squeezing his thick nipples, Dad groaned and grunted willingly to receive my blowjob.

The cock was so big I could not put it all in my mouth. Only the mushroom head filled my whole little mouth. I did my best and sucked that cock head voraciously. My hunger was so great that it even felt like I had not had dinner. I sucked, sucked and licked the crevice of giant Bob’s cock head.

The minutes passed, and I was exhausted. My jaw was sore, but I did not stop until all was done. Then I felt the tremors coming from my burly stepfather. His moans grew deeper and deeper. His belly trembled above my head. Sweat was dripping from his belly and wetting the back of my neck. Bob squeezed a nipple with his right hand and with his left hand he forced my head into his cock. I nearly choked as he pushed me deeper inside. Then it came like a volcano.

“OOOOHHH… FUUUUUUUUUUUCK… FUUUUUUUUUCK… GRRRRRRRRR”

His muscles tightened, his balls snaked, his cock pulsed inside my mouth and a stream of cum invaded my throat. I started to choke and by instinct of survival I tried to pull my mouth out, but Bob’s fleshy paw did not allow me to leave before swallowing all his alpha male juice. I resisted, wheezing hard as I began to swallow the jets of cum out of the crevice of Bob’s cock.

They went to all six strong jets of cum expelled from that big dick. Six jets that filled my stomach for a whole day. It was pure man protein of over 500 pounds of muscle. I drank all cum like it was the nectar of the gods. It was the nectar of my god Big Bob. I fed from that cum until I felt the tremors in Bob’s body cease. I heard his heavy breathing become calmer and his smile of satisfaction appeared.

Bob lifted me up and sat me on his thick thigh of tree trunk. From my mouth dripped traces of his cum. Smiling fondly, Bob ran his thumb into the corner of my mouth and stuffed it in, so I sucked the remains of cum on his finger. He leaned down and kissed my lips softly.

“You’re mine now, little boy. From today, you’re not back to college anymore. From today you will be my pet, the little boy that I will care for, protect and love forever. And do not say otherwise, do not make Dad angry. Now come here and suck on Daddy’s thick nipple, huh?”

I did not deny or defy my giant daddy. I was in his hands and my life no longer mattered. I was now owned by Big Bob. Many may find it crazy, but I want to call it a dominant love that cannot be turned down.

“What are you going to call me, Jimmie?” Bob said as he stroked my head as I sucked his left nipple.

“Daddy Bob,” I replied as I sucked on his nipple.

“That’s nice. Daddy’s little boy.”

The giant Bob grunted and we stayed at it until it was time for bed.

Description Jimmie returns home from college for the summer to rediscover just how drawn he is to his massive, muscle bear stepfather.

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