My Friend's Hairy Urainian Father

This is the first gay erotic piece I ever wrote. So excited to start sharing it. I welcome all feedback -- Slava Ukraini! Everyone is over 20 in the story.

"I want to play soccer," Roman declared.

My buddy Stan agreed, always happy to go wherever the day went.

Less interested, I said, "I think I'll go home."

Roman and Stan bolted out of the house 5 minutes later, leaving me behind to grab my knapsack and go home.

I don't know why I'd stayed friends with Roman after I graduated high school. I had just finished first year university -- I was twenty -- I was a hiker and a jogger, but not a sports person. And frankly -- he was an asshole.

While bending over to grab my backpack from the dining room floor, a flash of skin caught my eye down the hallway. I froze, realizing that it was Roman's beast of a father, Vladimir, beginning to stroke himself in his bedroom, thinking that the house was empty.

Let me describe Vladimir.

He was a hard-working Ukrainian who had recently moved his family to Toronto. He had muscles from daily manual labour that he picked up since arriving. He emanated the air of the masculinity one got from growing up in a Soviet Republic -- which complemented his stubble-covered Slavic jawline. Countless times, I tried to peek at the hair, reaching for freedom out of his shirt while he drove us to Karate practice. His chest was a proud forest of his old-world masculinity that my daydreams -- and wet dreams -- regularly got lost in. He had stubble and short-cropped dark brown hair. He looked like an older, taller, hairier, and more muscular Vladimir Zelensky. And better yet, he didn't believe in wearing his shirt when he got home from work.

You saw him after a long work day and could only think, "D*ddy."

I tried to lean forward and peak when his eyes met my stare.

He startled and blushed, covering his manhood with a towel. I averted my gaze, but not before he saw the lust written across my face.

"Edwin," he stammered, blushing.

I started apologizing profusely, "Sorry, I ... I didn't know".

I felt so embarrassed to be in this situation. A feeling made more intense by the contradictory sensations of my cock that had gone full mast against the seams of my shorts.

A long pause froze the air still as our minds raced. I watched his worry get wrestled down by his curiosity about my desire. I saw his eyes connecting the dots at the possibility before us.

I watched him bite his lower lip and let the confident man of the house inside him take over.

He leaned back and stretched his arms. Showing off his mighty chest and the dense moss of his chest hair.

He walked over to me, letting the towel drop to the side while his massive horse cock pranced from side to side before he wrapped me in a long embrace. I slowly hugged back, moving my hands across his ribs, feeling the coat of hair that had entranced me for so long. His cock pushed against my stomach, and I squeezed tighter so that I could feel it press against me.

Vladimir had been driving me to practice for over six years. His flexed biceps leaning out the window as he waited for us after class had been a formative part of my maturing desire for older men.

I looked up to meet his gaze. He pushed my hair out of my face, teased me with his stubble against my forehead and went on for a long, slow kiss.

I could no longer tell apart the passion in my mouth from his. We had both felt this, hadn't we? When his eyes had looked at me after Karate practice when he drove us all home. He would joke about how sweaty we were -- but I realized he was doing more than joking -- he was checking me out!

I disentangled from our kiss to bury my face in his chest as I tried to process what was happening. I smelt his old-fashioned cologne and man-sweat mingled in his fur. Before I knew it, I was back at it, smelling him while my tongue danced around my his nipple.

He let out a long, slow moan.

While my tongue hammered his nipple to hardness, he picked me up by the butt cheeks and walked me to his bed. He lay back down on it. Leaving me on all fours over him as my erect cock peeked out from my shorts.

We made out for a long, passionate minute. I threw my repressed lust into his flexed arms as his hands traced the terrain of my back. I felt the mat of his chest and inhaled deeply.

Before we knew what was happening, we were both naked.

My legs spread effortlessly, and his cock pushed against my hole.

He grabbed a bottle of lube tucked away on a shelf that he slathered over his cock. He jerked himself, distributing the lube, and then made eye contact as his pecker pressed against my ass, demanding permission.

I tried to quiet my gasps as he entered me. The dildos I had practised with paled in comparison to his cock. He brushed his hand over my face and looked me in the eyes. As we made eye contact he communicated his need and trust into me. His care and warmth helped my hole stretch to accommodate his commanding girth.

"Dobre, dobre, dobre" -- Ukrainian for good -- he murmured to me as his cock slid in. We waited for a moment as my gasping asshole accepted its fate. He brushed his stubble against my forehead.

He started to slowly thrust into me, rocking my body back and forth on the bed.

Because my Ukranian commander was generous with his lube, and his shaft slid in easily, the sensations of my ass spasming quickly turned into incredible pleasure.

"Oh my god," I gasped as we joined.

My ass sent firewires of pleasure down my legs and up my spine.

Vladimir moaned as he closed his eyes and raised his arms back. He showed off his muscles, chest and hair for my hungry eyes as I watched him fuck me.

His eyes were filled with kindness as he owned being my asshole's dominating owner who gave my hole every stretch and thrust it silently begged for.

I tenderly reached up and played with his nipples. They were stiff but pliable. My hand got entangled in his chest hair. Each tingle sent a jolt of electric lust into my cock. I gasped as the jolts of pleasure vibrated into my hole as his muscles communicated our mutual desire.

"Oh god, slow down," I said, with a bit of a laugh and more of a blush. I had felt the beginnings of an orgasm rumble in my balls.

He smirked. He made eye contact while brushing my chin with his stubble. He danced his lips over mine before murmuring "dobre" and shifting his rhythm to slow, loving thrusts that moved me up and down across the mattress.

Holy fuck. The tremors subsided as he teased my hole with a new kind of pounding that felt like a tender caress while he stretched my hole further than I knew it could go. He added lube with a rueful grin so he could watch me gasp each time he slid his cock almost out of my ass, but never enough to break our intimate joining.

The new rhythm let me take stock of the moment. I was finally fucking Vladimir, the daddy I had drooled over since grade 8, raw. He had featured endlessly in my jerk-off sessions each new time I saw him walking around shirtless. Now, our sweat was mixing, my smoother skin cupping his bear coat, and he gave me smoothing I never dreamed possible.

It was as though he had read my mind. He leaned in again, kissing my neck. "Your hole... it's... perfect..." His pent-up passion told me,

I leaned up to kiss him. He cupped his hands under my ass and picked me up off the ground. As we kissed, he walked me to the wall and started fucking me up against it. I loved the view down his body as his cock tenderized my ass.

I pushed back from the wall, arching my back and gasping as I felt his massive Ukrainian obelisk coating my prostate with pre-cum. He rubbed his stubble against my neck as his moans grew louder and more urgent. Suspended in Vladimir's arms, I started massaging my cock as I looked into his eyes and saw how close we both were.

His eyes and motions softened as we held each other's gaze. This was fucking, and it was fucking making love. I felt every nerve ending down to my toes explode with euphoria as we simultaneously launched a 60-second climax.

My hole never felt as good as it did when he came. There was barely space for new pressure in my hole to begin with, and as he emptied his stud silos into me, the pleasure hit notes I didn't know my ass was capable of. The cum he flooded into my ass recoated his cock and lube, and he continued thrusting into me. His thrusts shoved his cum deeper and deeper into me.

"Me all over in you," he said in broken English. This intensified my orgasm, which spurted up like the Eaton Centre fountain and landed in his stubble.

He lowered me delicately to the bed. Grinning. And slowly licking up my cum from his chin.

We held each other for several minutes. We didn't say anything but caressed each other's bodies. I was entranced as I rubbed his hairy back and thick, furry thighs.

I gave him a slow kiss as I got up to shower. He joined me, seizing every opportunity to press me against the shower in deep, slow kisses. He teased my hole with his still throbbing cock throughout.

As I got dressed, I did not know what to say.

He did. He lifted my chin in his paw with eyes of burning lust and warmth.

"Can we do this again?"

I smiled and leaned in for one long last kiss, nodding and smirking. "Dobre."