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FIFTY SHADES OF DADBOD

PART TWO: THE BEAR

I was lucky. If I'd been able to back then, I would have tried to become the object of my desire. My buddy Sam and I were going through a bulking phase at the gym, and for about a month I watched in excitement as my own midsection start to get a little softness. But my metabolism kicked in and just as quickly it melted away, leaving that ripped abdomen in its wake.

Pretty quickly I leaned my body - riding the cusp between slender college kid and a real jock's body - was the thing that could attract the bodies I wanted. Even if my next hookups weren't nearly as hot as Pat the Coach, the men had bodies I craved and they made no bones about loving mine. I realized I didn't have to have the dadbod, I just had to be the guy the dadbods went for.

And they did.

That's why I was surprised at my first contact with bear culture. My college town didn't have a big enough gay scene, but the summer after sophomore year, my friend Nick and I took a road trip to the closest big city for Pride. Nick was probably my closer gay friend at school, and we'd been getting tighter lately. We didn't have a plan or know where to go, but at the parade we ended up next to a bunch of bears, some of them muscle bears, some just regular beary bears. They were a hoot, and even though Nick definitely goes for pretty jock boys, his party-loving nature responded to the crowd. A young cub type, Mitchell, produced a thermos and a plastic cup and poured both of us some vodka punch.

"Here you go, fellas," he said.

Sometimes bears do it for me, sometimes they don't. That day pushed me more into the "do" side. I was horny and I think I'd built up expectation of hooking up now that I was away from my small college town. As I got a little tipsy from the vodka, I started eying up the guys.... Derek, a burly rugby build of a dude, not too hairy, Mitchell the cute bearded cub, or Ken, a hairy guy who had a round beer belly that stuck out over a preppy pair of chino shorts.

The dudes were friendly and that day I found out what I loved about bear culture was their laidback nature. Little of that attitude you could sometimes see in the scene. But damnit they're not interested in anyone but a fellow bear. I was a leaner, smoother young guy, and I was not who they went for.

It became particularly evident as the bear pack invited us back to a house party after. We were fish out of water, two lean, clean-shaven college guys among a bunch of bears, some in their 20s, some much older.

"Having a good time?" A guy in his mid-20s said as he walked up to me. He had a similar build to me, which on his somewhat older frame came across as more slender. Unlike me, he was real hairy, with a full dark beard trimmed at a half inch and a full pelt of chest hair. I gathered this is what guys meant by an otter. His question didn't seem friendly, but I was glad to have someone to talk to. I wasn't as outgoing as Nick.

"Oh yeah, it's great," I said. I was grateful to have something to do since I didn't have a fake ID for getting into the bars.

"Well, I guess it's fun slumming with the bears, huh?" His voice was icy and he added that I should go to the main gay neighborhood, which I guess he associated with the A-list gays. He gave a fake bitchy smile and walked past me.

I felt a little shaken, in part because I wondered if I was slumming. I mean, I thought a lot of the guys were hot. Not all of them, but hell why should I find everyone attractive? Maybe I should go. Even if I couldn't get into the bars, there were still lots of guys walking around.

Just then, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder.

"Ignore Craig," he said with a friendly smile. "He's territorial about who talks to his boyfriend."

"Whose his boyfriend?" I asked, completely unaware. I was aware of how attractive the guy talking to me was. Near my height at 5'11", thinning hair, neatly trimmed beard that was showing wisps of silver to match his temples. He probably wasn't that old, maybe 40 or just past, but when you're a college kid that seems a lot older. He had a thick body, with strong upper body muscle that filled out his T shirt and a modest belly that filled it out even more.

And then there was his smile. That won me over. "Jack... the burly guy over there."

I laughed. "I think we did small talk about life in the city. Really it was nothing."

"Yeah, Craig can be a little bitch." This guy then held out his hand. "I'm Phil."

"Jason," I said with a smile.

He had a fun masculine energy. He talked like a gay guy if that's a thing, but with a mellow baritone voice. It was hot. I figured I'd enjoy the small talk as he asked me about college and talked about his work. He could tell that I was excited to attend my first pride. And inwardly I figured that I'd just relish just how attractive he was as we talked.

"So how did you end up at a bear party?" Phil asked.

I shrugged and replied with a little laugh. "I dunno... we were just standing next to Mitchell and Ken, and my friend Nick struck up a conversation." I paused. "I guess stuff's tribal in the city's gay scene, huh?"

Phil nodded. "Guilty as charged," he chuckled. Then with a knowing look he added, "For the record, you're my fucking type to a T."

My heart did beat a little faster. The anticipation of getting laid came back quickly. "Lucky me, then," I said, doing my best to flirt back.

"Wanna come back to my place?" Phil asked, directly.

I laughed at the no-nonsense approach, but knew my answer. "Definitely." I set down my Solo cup and looked around. "Let me tell my friend I'm taking off."

I found Nick who gave me a wingman's tease for getting lucky. I told him I'd see him back at our hotel room.

Phil seemed happy, almost giddy as we walked down the street, each of us sneaking glances at one another. "You into bears?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I don't know to be honest," I answered. "I hope you don't mind my saying, but I'm into men with some extra padding." I felt nervous bringing it up.

He smirked as he looked at me. "Why would I mind? Do guys get upset when you bring it up?"

I blushed. "I guess I never actually told a guy I'm into that." It felt liberating but also scary to say it out loud.

Phil gave me a quick friendly pat to the back. "You can feel free to tell me, man...." he gestured to the next building. "This is my place."

We paused our conversation as we made our way up to his condo. But once inside, Phil wasted no time in stepping up and meeting me for a kiss. Up till this point I'd had a range of experiences with men... quick hookups, one failed attempt at dating another college guy, and my very hot one night stand with Coach Pat. This vibe was different, and Phil was sure of himself in the way of an out, experienced gay man.

I loved it, but half of it was being majorly horny. I'd been surround by gay men all day and had gotten worked up looking at the eye candy.

I put Phil in that category. Feeling emboldened, I ran my hands openly over his belly, feeling the softness through his T-shirt, as he felt up my back.

"So..." he said as we finally broke the kiss. "You like some extra padding."

"God yes," I hissed, feeling glad I could be open about it.

He cocked his eyebrow. "You like em with a little more than mine, or a little less?"

From anyone eles that might have come across as insecurity, but I could tell Phil was trying to feel me out and work me up in the process. I replied with a clear excitement in my voice. "Sometimes less, actually, but you're perfect," I said. I took the initiative in running my fingers beneath the hem of his shirt to touch the furry stomach.

"So you're into dadbods," he observed.

It was 2015 and that was the first time I'd heard that term. But I didn't need it explained. Somehow I intuitively knew what it referred to, and I knew deep down that it was the perfect encapsulation of my core desire. My dick throbbed hard in my shorts.

"Like crazy, yeah," I said, still blushing some.

Phil stepped back and peeled off his shirt. While the fabric had held in his round midsection in, that belly now drooped a little. The man's body was solid, gym-built solid, but he didn't have that ex-jock look of Coach Pat. He was kind of a bearier version of a muscle bear. I was into it.

"Lose the clothes, Jason. I'm really horny."

So this wasn't going to be romantic. I could have easily gotten a little crushed out on this older man, but I'd take a Pride quickie. I disrobed as fast as I could, getting into the lusty way he looked at me as he took off his shorts and underwear. Phil had a shorter but thicker than average cock. It pointed straight up and fit his body somehow.

"Come on," he urged, and I followed him to his bedroom. From behind it was a magnificent view. Strong back and shoulders, power ass, and doughy love handles poking out on the sides. Phil's encouragement of my preferred body type made me emboldened. I stepped up behind him and gripped those fleshy love handles.

He chuckled and leaned back into my nakedness. "Looks like I hit the jackpot,” he hissed. "Horny college kid."

My dick felt rock hard against his ass, and I could feel that in addition to the meaty muscle, there was more than a little give to his buns as well. My hands cradled from his love handles to the front of his belly. "Man I'm the one who his the jackpot... fuck." I openly massaged his stomach and sides and got off on the fact Phil wasn't stopping me.

He reached back and between us, feeling around for my cock and gripping it. "We didn't discuss preferences, Jason... but I'd love for you to FUCK me," he grunted, putting a sexy emphasis on the word fuck.

I leaked in his hand. "Yeah?" I prodded. I'd never actually fucked a guy by that point and had only bottomed with two men. I was very game to do this.

"Fuck yeah," he hissed, then turned around and met me for a kiss. Our making out was very needy and sexual and we pawed at each other, kind of humping our cocks against one another.

Phil was leading this whole hookup, and I was following his lead. I was OK with that, particularly as I watched his meaty, beary body pull back and walk toward the bed. Roughly, he pulled open the drawer of his nightstand and grabbed some lube, flipping the cap to slick up his dick. "There's rubbers in there if you want."

Maybe it would have been better if my first time fucking a guy was more romantic or at least sensual. But I doubt it. I watched all 5'11" of his thick body get up on the bed, on all fours, spreading his legs lewdly. I'd have to learn about foreplay and rimjobs from another guy. Phil was eager to get mounted, and I realized I was in an impatient mood, too.

I picked up the lube and poured some on my hardon. Maybe too much, but I didn't know what I was doing and I figured he'd want extra slickness. And yeah, I looked at the condoms, but left them there in the drawer.

I got in place and teased that hairy crack. Phil flexed his buns for me and gave a satisfied grunt as I nudged at his pucker. I played with that ring with my overly slick cockhead, but after a half minute got the feeling Phil didn't need much working open. I pushed in.

"God yeah, man," Phil said, loudly. "Stick that teen cock in me."

I almost corrected him that I'd just turned 20, but I was only a few weeks past my teen years.

My dick sailed right in, the natural clenching of his guts no match for all the lube I'd slathered on. "Shit!" I gasped in turn, feeling my balls press against his ass. He was hot and snug inside, and I got off seeing his big body beneath mine.

Instinctively I thurst. Phil didn't tell me to stop or slow down, I just began fucking the man.

"Fuck, yes," he finally urged in that sexy voice of his. "Fuck my hole."

I did, getting real into it. If it hadn't been for the lube and the lack of friction, I would have nutted by then. Instead, I enjoyed the right amount of pleasure to keep my staying power going.

"Fuck me!" he urged.

"God, you're so fucking hot!" I hissed. I now grabbed those love handles again, so full in my hands. Then as I ran my hands up his firmer lats I could see the sides of his belly jiggle with my thrusts. That's what did it for me. I came and came hard.

"Fuck!" I gasped.

Phil knew what was going on. "That's it man, cum in me." He was flogging on his own prick and about ten seconds later I felt his ass clench down on my now spent prick as Phil entered his own orgasm.

I kind of collapsed on his back, then after a second dismounted him. Phil was all business after that. Not unfriendly, but it was clear the sex was over. He let me wash off then he thanked me for a good time and gave me a quick kiss at his condo door. "Happy Pride," he growled.

I'd never see the man again, but it was thanks to him that I had my horizons expanded. My first piece of ass, my first big city hookup, my first bear.

And my first bear had given me a new word for my desires: dadbod.

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the-gayest-sky-kid · 9 months

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for blorbo bingo I desire your opinion on gay clown nikolai, liddol guy mika, and/or babygirl genius architect kaveh <3

he was having a girl moment

unfortunately. his silly swag caught up to me and before i knew it i was excited when u started liking him dhdhshaj

ywah

understandable i think. he'd let me maybe

MY SON MY BABY. i can fix him. and by that i mean he can stay in my teapot and i can work out a custody arrangement. or hand him over to kaveh

mikas got like a lot of problems that i think everyone like. overlooks. he doesn't want to be a burden more than anything, and is seemingly terrible at saying no to people. him and noelle are plenty similar in this regard, the only difference being that mika is a member of the knights already. he's not just socially awkward, but cares about the reputations of the superiors he represents. he's not just shy, but is terrified of making himself a burden to others. in almost every voiceline he has he says something like 'i wont drag you down' or 'ill take some weight off your shoulders'. in his wounded voicelines he says he'll be fine or alright. in his gift 3 he says he'll finish eating the disgusting food because you went through the trouble of making it for him. in his about mika V he says he's fine with whatever anyone thinks of him.... AS LONG AS HE'S NOT CAUSING TROUBLE FOR ANYONE. mika is also an incredibly intelligent man! hes the ONLY person who can use the mapmaking gadget he has with ease. why? because, and i quote, "This function can greatly improve the accuracy of a map, but regrettably, everything else — including the statistical information and calculations regarding the terrain in question — has to be computed in the user's mind". Mika is constantly doing mental calculations to use this gadget, and he's the ONLY surveyor who can. Also

his issues regarding wanting to be completely confident in what he says lest they reflect badly on varka and eula are sooo me fr fr

mika my son boy

i cant live normally now that i know abt him. i cant look at him the same. hes not just the nerdy sounding little german boy hes a guy to me

theres so much lost potential in not having him in more stuff. just like heizou mika needs more events. i honestly thought he'd be a focus in weinlesefest because thats where he was introduced but???? they didn't??? it makes me so fucking angry. also i want expanded venti mika friendship

preemptively

:))))))))

HES SO UNDERRATED AND THERES NOT ENOUGH OF HIM GHHH BITING YOU

why does everyone think that he's like. the dumb one. he's literally equally smart as haitham, and is stated to have the closest understanding of true wisdom. in NAHIDAS WORDS. they also dont understand his mommy issues. his father may have died but he lost his mother that day too. and he'll never have her back. hes was doing the emotional labor in that relationship and then she left him!!!! she started a new life in fontaine!!!! her last bit of family, her son, wasn't able to make her happy anymore. was he not enough? do you understand

its less they dropped the ball of kaveh and more they dropped the ball on haitham. which fucks it up for kaveh. if haitham is always right when we see him then we dont see how kaveh reflects and improves him. and if kaveh always loses then of course he seems dumb :/

kaveh 💕💕💕

i can. i can do it watch me

hes literally gorgeous???? stunning???

its less that I hate him and more that im so concerned for him. i fundamentally can't understand why he'd pour his all into the palace of alcazarzaray despite everything else. id kill him for that. which is why hes so fucking well written

you understand

see: point about haitham

stares at you. stares at you. stares at you.

MORE KAVEH NOW. HIS INTERACTIONS ARE SO INTERESTING AND I NEED MORE OF IT ‼️‼️‼️

#caps cw #swearing cw #longer post #long post #aethers asks #ask game #as u can see im so normal

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