Chapter 5

I was alone.
Dreams are funny: we can look back at them, laughing at how ridiculous they seemed after we wake up. But as you dream, you experience something that you think is absolutely real. In that moment, they are truth. Even if they don’t make sense.
I was alone and I received a phone call.
I cannot begin to think of all the faces of men I tried to love. All the personalities: the jock, the nerd, the movie star, the widower, the principal, the loser, the businessman, the retired boomer. No one ever wanted to sleep with me.
The phone call was Samantha.
But not just sex. To actually sleep one night with me. Nighttime company. Sweet cuddles. Different species. Different jobs. No one wanted me. They all merged in a single word.
“You will never see Benji again,” Samantha said.
“Goodbye.”
“NO!”
*  *  *
I woke up panting. I was holding a small kitten in my arms, and I suddenly realized where I was: Benji and I had spent Christmas Eve together, sleeping shirtless in front of the fire, under the cover of our blankets and our fort. I smiled warmly. I wasn’t alone. Not anymore. Not ever.
I slowly grabbed one of my big pillows and placed it in front of Benji, so that I could sneak away. It worked! He didn’t wake up. He held the pillow as a substitute of me, and I stood up. The heating had returned, and the blizzard had ended, but it was still softly snowing. Various inches of snow could be seen from outside the living room windows. I put on a winter coat and went through the kitchen backdoor to my shed.
After two trips, there were presents under the tree. Three for Benji and one for me. The other one was Samantha’s but I decided to give it back to her when she returned. Dreaming about her taking Benji away had scared me, but now I had calmed down. My kitten would never leave me now.
As I looked at him, I put away my winter coat and stood there, towering over him and our blanket fort. I felt an overwhelming sense of power and lust. I lazily started rubbing my cock and balls contouring my gray sweatpants. A strong smell of dried cum and sweat filled my nostrils. This little kitten was so sweet and innocent, but I wanted to make him a wonderful lover of men. I wanted him to desire more of me. I had him all to myself. I had absolute control over him. I was his daddy, but I also wanted to be his adult lover. I wanted to rub my thick cock against him. I wanted him to masturbate me. I wanted him to touch my balls and rub my ass. I wanted him to desire me.
I breathed heavily, and stopped stroking myself. Not yet. I would not ruin this wonderful moment. But I would mold him. A beautiful white canvas was right in front of me, and I could paint it full of perversion. No one would ever stop me. Damn, I got so fucking hard thinking about it! I would groom him just for me, to make him a little cock-lover. There will be new rules and games for just the two of us. I would plan it all. Plan his transformation from innocent kitten to cock-hungry daddy’s boy.
*  *  *
“Merry Christmas, my love,” I whispered. I had gone back to holding him, and softly kissed him on his forehead. He had been fidgeting a little and was rubbing his beautiful eyes. His small body was pressing together against my thicket of brown chest hair. I had decided not to shower yet. We wouldn’t shower until later.
“Morning,” he said, squinting at me and smiling. “Did Santa come?”
“He most certainly did,” I said, and he suddenly opened his eyes wide and ran to the tree. “WOW!” He said. He was amazed at the presents and started opening them, saying “He came! He came!” I lied down next to him, on my side like a resting Buddha, as he opened up a little Miraculous Ladybug action figure, a Larousse Children’s Encyclopedia full of pictures and facts about science, nature, and history; and a Christmas Coloring Book with 6 assorted and sparkly crayons. He was so happy! I just kept watching him, forgetting to open up my own present, but enjoying his energy. Little children are so beautiful to me. But this one in particular was my special little guy. I felt like a proud father, giving him the Christmas he had always wanted. Soon, I would start preparing Christmas dinner. But I had naughtier plans.
We were both shirtless. I had sneakily increased the thermostat to 75°F. It was the perfect temperature for a big male bear and a young kitten boy to take their clothes off. Benji didn’t seem to mind that I just watched him. I think he actually relished on my company. He played with Miraculous ladybug for a few minutes, colored a picture of a sparkly Christmas tree that looked exactly like mine, and started reading his encyclopedia, looking at pictures of the formation of the Earth. I began to growl softly, and moved my legs, bringing my crotch closer to him, and began to scratch my balls. I felt the smell of the warm cum-stained undies and the musk of my balls combining. I sniffed my paw deeply, taking in my smell, and kept scratching, making the living room smell like dry cum and man sweat. I opened my legs a bit, my eyes focused on my baby boy. I was going to scratch like a man, in front of him, making him wish for me. After all, he said he liked my smell. I’m only providing.
My itch subsided, but I lazily kept rubbing my balls, stroking the full smelly orbs, as my kitten read his encyclopedia. If he looked up, he would see a big fat bear with no shirt on, moobs exposed, nipples hardening, rubbing his balls. He said he liked big boys. I would make all his naughty dreams come true. There was nothing wrong with a man scratching himself in front of a boy.
After five minutes, he looked up from a page about the beginning of life in the sea.
“You smell a lot,” he said, giggling and looking at my crotch.
Without even thinking, I took out my big smelly paw out of my undies, and started stroking his small face with my dirty paw. He began purring, and then I put my fingers under his nose. He took a deep breath.
“This is what men smell like,” I said proudly, rubbing my fingers around his nose, smearing my smell of dry cum and ball sweat. “Do you like it?”
“Mmmm,” he sighed, putting the book down, breathing deeper and closed his eyes, taking in my crotch smell. He made the same delectable face when he ate my spaghetti. “I love it!” He opened his eyes and giggled. Oh, how I wanted to ravage him! Right under the tree. But I wanted to be romantic too. I wanted romance and sex. I started growling.
“Grrr… good boy,” I said, rubbing my fingers around his cheeks. “I think I want to take my pants off.” I said as I started pulling my gray sweatpants down, revealing a big pair of white briefs. My crotch on full show.
“We can be in our underwear?” He asked in disbelief.
“Of course we can!” I said, throwing my pants away. “Boys who like each other should always be in their underwear,” I said, winking. I had moved my paw down, stroking his slim naked stomach and putting a claw under his pants, tugging them.
“Then I’ll take mine off!” And he did. He threw his rocket pajama pants away, revealing a cute small pair of baby blue briefs. I kept admiring his small gray legs, his cute little feet, his little tail, the white underbelly, and of course, his beautiful round kitten face with those marvelous blue eyes.
“Such a good boy!” I said, encouraging him. He stood up like a proud superhero ready for a fight. I stood up too, looming over him. One man and one boy, both in their briefs. “You’re wearing briefs just like Daddy. I think that deserves a reward. How about an omelette? I can make them better than your mom.”
“Yeah!”
“And we can stay in our underwear too!”
“Awesome!”
*  *  *
We went to the kitchen and I put on an apron. He stood close to me. After sharing my crotch smell with him, he didn’t seem to want to leave me. I held a mischievous grin while I cooked, and I kept wiggling my giant ass in front of him. He laughed and I always winked back.
“If you behave, you can touch Daddy’s ass,” I said, walking backwards, my big fat butt cheeks right in front of him, my small bear tail wagging like crazy.
“You said a swear!” He said.
“It’s okay, sweetie. You can swear when you’re with Daddy.” I said, wiggling my ass. “Daddy wants a butt massage. Come on, touch it!”
“Heck yeah!” He said. Apparently that was the biggest swear he would say. He pressed his tiny cub fingers on my butt cheeks, and I pressed back. Goodness, was this even real? I got really hard with his circular massages. He kept kneading on my big fat bear ass. A young kitten was touching me! I had never felt so much excitement. My little boy was touching my fat ass. I started murring. Few men could ever know how wonderful two tiny paws felt on butt cheeks. It was like one of those massage pistols, but smaller. I was making him mine. My work of art had started to take form.
“Good boy!” I said. I turned around and grabbed his face, kissing both his cheeks. I finished cooking, always wiggling my butt. He sometimes touched it by instinct. We ate close together, and he pressed his small body against my naked belly. I kept my arm around him. Holding him more than usual. I kissed his head many times, and he kissed me back! He had never done that before, and I felt like I was in Heaven. I had a giant hard-on I would never hide again.
“Why did you get big?” He asked after he kissed my cheek, and pointed at the tent on my bulge. It really had gotten much bigger, so now it was noticeable.
“This?” I said, making my cock twitch twice. “This is my cock, and it grows when it’s happy.”
“What’s a cock?” He asked. He didn’t really know.
“It’s what we call a penis when we’re in love,” I said.
“Do I have a cock?” He asked, looking at his tiny bulge.
“Yes!” I said “But you’re only allowed to call it cock when you’re alone with Daddy.” I then moved my paw and teased his little crotch with my index claw, tickling it.
“Hehehe! Stop!” He said, laughing and fidgeting. Apparently he didn’t know about the pleasures of touching himself yet.
“I used to change your diapers, you know?” I said, faking offense at his fidgeting. I kept tickling his tiny crotch, loving the little bulge of his undies. “I used to clean you all over. I miss it.”
“Really?” He said, and stopped fidgeting.
“Of course. Boys in love clean and touch each other.”
“I didn’t know that,” he said, my claw teasing him. He opened up his legs for me.
“That’s a good boy,” I said, growling and stroking around his inner thighs.
“It feels funny, Reuben,” he said, gasping a little.
“We can stop if you want, my love,” I said, with one last crotch tickle. He nodded and I stopped. I then held his small body against me. “We can do other things together,” I said. My cock twitched against him through my underwear.
“Like what?” He asked, staring into my eyes with his beautiful blue ones.
“Like kissing,” I said, stroking his cheek with my paw, adoring his beautiful face.
“But we kiss already,” he said. He was talking about our usual innocent kisses on the cheek and the head.
“But there’s a better type of kiss for daddies and their boys,” I said, holding both his cheeks now with my paws. I yearned for this. Needed this. First romance, then passion.
“Like an adult kiss?” He asked wide-eyed. I could feel his little tail waving in anticipation. He wanted this.
“Yes, my dear.” I said staring deeply into his eyes.
“Can I… can I really do that with you?”
I stopped for a second. I suddenly had a great naughty idea. Before we kissed.
“Yes, my love. But I think we should do something only very good boys get to do with their daddy.”
“Oh?” He turned his head, a little curious.
I got my nose close to his, touching his. I stared at his beautiful eyes, holding my lust in place, but ready for action. This was the relationship I had always wanted.
“Good boys take baths with Daddy,” I said, growling at my kitten lover.
*  *  *
The water heater was working well, and I started filling the bathtub. I had a gallon of bear shampoo, two different soaps, lotions and my favorite bottle of bubble bath that smelled like roses. Little Benji waited near the door as I prepared our beautiful moment. Would candles be too much? Yeah, I would save them for our Christmas dinner. I felt like a giddy little boy, in the body of a big fat horny bear, waiting to have sexual fun with my little lover.
“Will we bath naked?” He asked.
I grinned at him.
“Yes, sweetie. This is how boys get closer,” I said. “There should be no secrets between us, including this,” I said, grabbing my bulge, squeezing my balls through my undies.
“Okay,” he said, and grabbed his own little bulge, stroking it through those baby blue undies.
“Let me help you with those, sweetheart,” I said, not containing myself, and pulled his underwear down his legs.
His little cock was hard. It wasn’t bigger than my finger. I gasped and admired it. It was the first time I had given myself permission to look at it in lust. I remember having naughty thoughts even when he was a baby. I had wanted to lick his baby dick, to see what was it like. But I had won against my desire. And now, he was all mine.
“You’re so beautiful, Benji.”
“What about you?” He said, staring at my undies.
I smirked and began to give him a little striptease. I grabbed my moobs hard, squeezing them and slowly humping the air in front of him. I started dancing, stroking my body and turned around and squatted, presenting him my naked butt cheeks. I slowly moved down the elastic until my cum-stained underwear fell on the floor. I faced him again and then, there I was: In my full glory: my 2-inch thick and 9-inch long monster bear cock. I was scratching my thick mat of coarse brown pubic hair. My fat balls were dangling in front of him. There you go, little kitten, I thought. My enormous fat cock was already leaking pre, and Benji kept staring at it. He had his little mouth wide open, his own instinct telling him that my manhood was for sucking. But it might be too big for his mouth, I thought. I would be playing other games first.
“What do you think, kitten?” I said, crossing my arms in pride, and making my cock twitch twice in front of his little face. I kept chuckling and growling. I must be gigantic to him. A big fat hairy horny bear naked in front of my lovely 6-year old innocent kitten. I was ready to give him all my love.
“You’re so big!” He said, looking at my bulge, then his, then back at mine.
“I prefer little cocks and balls,” I said, crouching in front of him and stroking his little young balls. They were so tiny and beautiful. “Now, baby: let’s get in the water. It should be nice and warm now,” I said, asking for his paw like a lover.
We got in at the same time. I lied down and made a space between my legs for him. He sat right in front of my crotch and began splashing water close to my balls and penis. I kept staring at him, but after a while, I grabbed my bear shampoo and decided to start bathing him. Whenever I touched one of his private or special areas, I explained what they were and how much passion they could bring him: The waist, the thighs, the butt, the asshole, the penis, the balls, but also the feet, behind his ears, his tail, and the lips. I washed and touched him all over. Finally, I began to play with his little asshole.
“Inside your butt there’s something called a prostate,” I said, pressing my claw against his little hole after soaping it up. “It’s a very special area only for daddies.”
“What does it do?” He asked, squirming a little as my paws spread his butt cheeks.
“It makes you feel full of happiness and love, sweetheart,” I said. In that moment, I thought about fucking him right then and there. But no, I wanted to seal the deal at night. Yes. You will be mine forever, kitten. But let me touch you more… and you me.
I held up my cock and started stroking it in front of his little face.
“My cock grows when it’s happy. And I’m very happy to be with you, kitten,” I said, stroking my cock up and down, the lathered soap making me feel so warm. Come on, kitten… I touched you first. You must touch me back on your own. Your daddy wants you to want me. Come on! Ask me, you naughty boy!
“It’s so big,” he repeated himself. Maybe a little encouragement might help him.
“Good boys can touch other men, kitten,” I said firmly. “Men love it when little boys touch our cocks and balls.” I spread my legs and grabbed him, pulling him closer to my crotch. “Come on, baby. Touch your daddy bear.”
Benji then grabbed my cock and started stroking it.
I leaned back, closed my eyes, and began to hump the air, making soapy waves on the bathtub. I began to stroke my nipples, making them tender. I trusted him fully. I was his adult bear, and he was my young kitten. This relationship was real, and nothing wrong was happening. I felt him explore my balls. Fuck yeah! THIS was my present. I deserved to be touched. I WAS a sexy bastard, teaching a little boy to be sexual with me. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted to be his daddy, his lover, his sexual partner. I started growling harder with every exhale. That’s it, kitten! Keep touching your dirty daddy! The room was dissolving. I pulled my nipples harder, rubbing my thick areolas. A loud moan escaped me. I had never felt this much lust. The young kitten I had raised since he was a baby was being sexual with me. He was just one year older than most kindergartners. Would I have done it when he was just a baby? Would I have fucked him as I changed his diaper? I remember having masturbated once after changing him. So, this was my preference. Fuck, kitten. I started humping the air more, water now falling over the tub, showing him how he would be fucked. I had to wait… wait for nighttime… but I can’t wait so long! I moaned harder. Louder! He kept masturbating me. I was so close. Just a little more, kitten. HERE I CUM!
I growled deeply, arching my back, grabbing hold of my big nipples, my balls contracted and my cock began to shoot streams of warm bear semen above us, falling on top of me, my kitten, and our bath. I moaned hard. I had shown him. I had finally shown him.
“Happy pee!” He said. I looked at him and noticed the cum stains on my belly and on parts of his fur, near his shoulder, falling through his arm.
I suddenly grabbed him tightly against me. We were drenched in my cum. I had taught him about our bodies, about his little butt, and had shown him what was waiting for him: man-love. The kind of love that men reserve for men, and very special little boys. I held him for a while, until I thought of the next step:
“This is cum” I said, grabbing the cum from my belly and showing it to him with my paw. It was creamy white, transparent in some parts. “This means I love you,” I said, “and good little boys get to drink daddy’s cum.”
“What about our kiss?” He asked, remembering my promise.
I gave a naughty grin, and with my tongue, licked my semen and teased my cum-filled tongue against his little maw.
He opened his mouth happily. Fuck, kitten. I moved forward and pushed my tongue inside his throat, pressing my muzzle against his lips. He swallowed like a champ! I started feeding him like a papa bird. I grabbed cum, took some with my long bear tongue, and fed him. I moaned every time I snowballed him, stroking his little cock with every kiss. I took out all my cum from our bodies and fed it to him. I even grabbed some that fell around the tub. I saw his little face every time, he always opened up his little maw and swallowed everything. After a while we finished all the cum. We were making out now. I pressed my tongue deeper inside his little mouth. I tasted him in me. I never let him go. I rubbed his little balls and cock but then began pressing my finger against his little asshole. I heard him moaning and pressed my cock against his, frotting the little kitten dick and balls, pressing them back against his body, tucking him with my hard bear cock as we continued kissing until the water felt cold.
When we finally stopped our deep kissing session, we stared into each other’s eyes. We both knew something big had happened.
“Are we boyfriends?” He asked me.
The cold water rubbed against our bodies, but my ecstasy had warmed us both. We had shared semen, something I had never done with anyone before. All my fantasies about other men, had become fantasies about my kitten. I had always denied it. Even when he was a baby, I remember my hard cock. I had put the talcum powder 5 years ago, and my pants had leaked then. I had tried finding love in other men, desperately. I prayed for an adult lover to love me back. And yet, now, I knew the truth: It was always you, Benji. It had always been you. And I had become more than your daddy, your confidant, your caretaker. You had become my reason to be, my happiness made flesh, my true and ultimate desire to be myself had begun with your blue eyes. I would make you mine tonight. I would never let you sleep away from me. I would always be naughty around you. I would teach you more about sex, and if you were curious about other men, I would let you see and explore all the passions your heart would ever want.
“Yes, sweetheart. We’re boyfriends,” I said, and kissed him one last time on the lips before leaving the bath, holding both his paws. Knowing deep inside my heart: I would never be alone again.