Yes Daddy A Silver Bear Story

My father was a twin. He and brother were not identical but they looked very similar. My dad passed away when I was 12. My mother passed when I was 16. I had always been close to my dad's twin, my Uncle Will, so I went to live with him when mother was gone.

Uncle Will got me through high school and helped pay for my college so I could get a degree in Mechanical Engineering. I spent four years away coming home only for Summers to work. Somewhere along the way, Uncle broke up with his girlfriend and is now living alone. He works some but it seems it's mostly for something to keep himself busy rather than any specific financial need.

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"Let's take a drive, Samuel - there's someone I want you to meet." We hopped into Uncle Will's restored 1968 Ford pick-up truck that had belonged to my Grandfather. Classic Rock was all it seemed to play. The radio looked like the stock AM radio but the sound from the speakers was all modern day! He told me a little about his friend Samson as we drove. They've known each other for twenty years having worked at the factory together. My Uncle worked in a steel mill for twenty years before taking their early retirement. He's a burly man, 5'11" and 225 pounds of solid muscle I suspect. I'm still filling out at 195 though I have reached 6' tall.

We pull off the highway and rumble down a dirt road into the country outside of town. Uncle Will turns onto a gravel driveway with cows on one side and alfalfa fields on the other. At the end of the drive is a well-kept farmhouse with a covered porch on three sides. A large black man is standing on the porch as we park. He's holding a tall glass of sun-maid sweet tea I will soon learn. Uncle Will turns off the motor and we both hop out of the truck. I follow my Uncle towards the porch and Samson descends the steps to meet us in the drive. The two large men hug warmly as old friends do. Samson is jeans, boots and a wife-beater t-shirt is even bigger than my uncle.

When Samson shakes my hand with his own massive one, I get a sense of his size. He's easily 6'2" but a muscled 245 at least. His big smile is immediately disarming to anyone who receives it. "Damn, boy. You look like a young version of Will." Uncle Will reminds Samson that my dad is his twin brother. "That's right, I remember that now." He brings out a couple tall glasses of his sweet tea and we sit on the front porch. Uncle Will and Samson talk, tell stories and laugh repeatedly at what I'm guessing is stories they've recounted fifty times. I feel the Summer heat and enjoy the camaraderie of old friends.

After we've finished the tea, Samson offers to show me around his farm. In addition to the cows, he has chickens on the shady side of the house and a few horses out back. The old barn that could use a few repairs doubles as a machine shop, garage for his own classic GTO and stalls for the horses when the weather turns bad. All-in-all, Samson's property is seems a mighty nice place to call home. Samson and Uncle Will hug good-bye and Samson gives me a warm hug as well. Once more, I'm taken by his size and obvious muscled frame. The ride home with Uncle Will seems to take half the time it took to get there.

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A couple nights later, I get home from work and find Uncle Will on the back porch grilling steaks. He tells me to grab a beer and bring out the vegetables on the counter. Spring is beginning to become Summer and the early evening hour finds the sun still high in the sky and the air quite warm. I take off my dress shirt from the office and join Uncle Will on the deck. The beer is cold and tastes good as I swallow. The vegetables sizzle in the pan as they feel the heat. Uncle Will turns over the steaks and takes a pull on his beer. "What did you think of Samson, Samuel?"

We talk a little about their work history and their friendship as we sit at the outdoor table having dinner. Each man has been married and divorced since they first met at the steel mill. They've even had a girlfriend in common with the lady living at Samson's after she and Uncle parted ways. After dinner is finished and I take care of the dishes, we find ourselves sitting on the porch in just shorts sipping on beers. "I'm so glad to hear your views on my old friend, Samuel. There's something I want to tell you ..." a long pause as Uncle takes a drink, "and I hope you'll be good with it." I take a look at Uncle as it sounds a bit ominous.

"Samson and I have a special friendship ... we sometimes get together for sex." He looked me straight in the eyes as he said it. No shame, just concern for our own relationship. I sat up and leaned forward on the chair before saying anything.

"Maybe a little surprising, Uncle, but it's cool if that makes you happy." Uncle Will exhaled deeply with my response and said he needed something a little stronger. He got up and walked into the house before returning with two tumblers of bourbon. I was standing at the deck rail looking across the lawn when he sidled up beside me and put a glass on the rail. "You know Uncle, in college, I spent time with women and men myself."

The big man beside me seemed surprised to hear my revelation. He had paid for my tuxedo take Emily to the Senior Prom five years earlier. Since I graduated and moved back home, I really hadn't gone on many dates or brought anyone around the house. Starting my career seemed to be the most important thing the last few months. "Samson is good looking man, Uncle," saying as I pictured these two large, muscled sixty year-old men in bed together. "And you both have so much history, I can completely understand it."

"Well thank you for being so open-minded, Samuel. I really wasn't sure how you'd feel - I mean, not knowing you have some experience yourself." He went on to tell me he'd been with men off-and-on for the last ten years. It was a couple years after his first homosexual experience that he and Samson got together for the first time.

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Friday afternoon finds Will driving down the gravel drive past the cows and horses in the field. Samson greets Will in the afternoon sun, both men dressed similarly - boots, jeans and white t-shirts. They greet with a bear hug and then a soft kiss on the mouth. On the porch, the sip the sweet tea as Will tells Samson about the conversation with his nephew and how well it went. Samson stands, "that's great Will, truly. Now get over it and give me a kiss."

Will takes a drink of his sweet tea, stands and walks to Samson, "yes, Daddy." As big as Will is, Samson is bigger and the men embrace tightly on the front porch. Arms wrap, groins press as the men kiss hard.

"Bring in the glasses, boy," Samson says as the screen door shuts. The muscled black man with smooth skin, bald head and only a full white beard pulls off his t-shirt and drops it on the floor. By the time he reaches the bedroom, his boots and socks are in the hall with jeans and jockey shorts on the bedroom floor. Will takes the glasses into the kitchen before joining his partner. He's stripping off his white shorts as he walks into the bedroom. In contrast, Will is rather hairy all over his muscled frame including a full head of grey hair and beard.

The mattress gives and bed frame creaks as nearly 500 pounds of naked males moves over the sheet. Will lays over the dark muscled thigh and takes the long, fat black cock in his hand. Samson tucks a pillow behind his head against the headboard and enjoys the sensation. Legs out straight, Will's hairy back and buttocks feel the strong hand press over him. And Will attacks the fat cock with his lips as if he's savoring a 24-ounce Porterhouse. His beard brushes over the smooth cock before taking the wide crown. "MMMmmm that's it boy, take my cock. I've been waiting all week for you."

Will's face presses the smooth groin as he opens his mouth wide and takes the black cock. There was a time when he struggled to take Samson's girth but years of practice have taught him how. Inch-by-delicious inch, Will eases the full length of cock into his mouth. Samson's hand strokes the hairy buttocks of his partner as his rod grows stiff. His hand lifts and slaps Will's ass. It's a firm, confident stroke that shows his position without causing any real pains. Will pushes down and feels the mushroom in his throat before he begins to suck it in earnest.

Will moves around so his body is hugging the muscled thigh and Samson's right knee is pressing against his lower abdomen. Will's left hand caresses the thigh while his right hand grasps the heavy smooth balls. He begins to squeeze and pull on them with his own large fingers. Drooling and slobbering all over the black beauty, Will gives great pleasures to the man's sex. He sucks and pulls with his lips as Samson's leg moves against Will's belly. Today is a similar version of the familiar scene for these two. Finally, Samson moves and rolls Will onto his back. His own thick white cock with hairy balls juts lewdly upright. Will get's so turned on sucking Samson.

Samson lays over Will's head with his cock once more firmly pressing Will's throat. Daddy begins to face fuck Will and the man on the bottom moans with the joy. The weight of the black Daddy riding that sweet mouth has his cock drooling. Will's hands press the hips atop him as he tries to take some sort of breath each time Samson lifts up. Finally, the black man on top moves about to cover Will, the classic sixty-nine. His white beard rubs over the white dick before putting it in his mouth. His hips begin to rise and fall as he face fucks the bottom boy. Pushing his own spit over the white dick as he sucks it, Will is finally able to breathe. Will's hands squeeze and knead the tight muscled ass.

He's hard and wet ... applies to both men on the sheets. Samson cums. He pumps his cock and plows the throat underneath him and cums down the throat. Will's turn and he too cums hard with his ass lifting off the bed to cum. Samson catches it. He turns and takes Will in his arm like a lover. He kisses his friend and pushes Will's semen into his mouth. Their tongues roll and twist as they french before Will swallows his own. They lay there panting and holding each other for many minutes. Both men have grown to appreciate this time together as much as anything they do in life.

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An hour later, Will is getting out of his truck just as I'm getting home from work. We walk inside together. A few minutes later, we're both on the back porch. Uncle Will is still dressed in what he wore to Samson's house. I'm in a tank top and shorts, the evenings are staying warmer now. Cold beers in hand. "Uncle Will?" He looks my way, "I'd like to go see Samson ... " my voice trailing off as I quickly take a swig from the bottle.

He looks me over and decides I'm serious with my request. "Well Samuel ... I'm not sure you know exactly what you're asking for. I assure you, Samson is a very big man. In pretty much any way you can imagine." Nodding to my Uncle, I can feel my dick getting firm and all I have on is shorts with no underwear.

"I've been with a couple pretty big dudes in college," saying as I remember one guy that played on the Varsity Division 2 basketball team where I went to school. I try to shift but it's no use hiding my growing erection - I just hope Uncle's not looking at my shorts.

Uncle gets up and walks to the kitchen. He returns with chicken he's been marinating and corn on the cob and two fresh beers. He turns on the gas grill then hands me a beer. And notices my shorts, "I see you've been thinking on this some," saying as he points with his bottle. I'm sure my cheeks got a little red at being caught. "It took me a number of times before I learned to take his cock in my mouth, he's THAT big."

We changed the subject while I watched Uncle grill the chicken and cook the corn. Eventually I was able to get my dick to chill and I felt less self-conscious standing beside him. Just as he was taking the chicken off the grill, Uncle Will paused before speaking. "I'm pretty sure he'd like to have you visit him. I have to tell you one more thing though ..." turning off the grill before continuing. "We're best friends in and out of the bedroom but ... when we're fooling around, I call him Daddy and he calls me his boy." I could feel my hand tremble on the bottle. I sorta knew what that means and it puts a whole different dynamic to them having sex.

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It was the following weekend that I made the drive to see Samson. The highway then the dirt road then the gravel driveway and it felt like I'd never get there. Samson had told Uncle Will he'd be happy to host me for the afternoon. And he thought it best if I came alone so we could get to know each other. I admit to nerves but Samson was right, this is something I need to do on my own so I can get to know the man my revered Uncle calls Daddy.

I slowly pull up in my used 3-series BMW and park where Uncle had on my previous visit. Stepping out of the air conditioning, I feel the Summer heat beginning to soak my clothes immediately. Whereas I'd typically be wearing shorts and sneakers, today I'm wearing jeans and hiking boots to fit in better with the country scene. Samson walks out with a big smile on his face. He greets me near the car with a handshake then pulls me in for a quick guy-hug. "Good to see you again, Samuel. It's very good." He has that 'something' quality that I suspect everyone he meets feels like you've known him forever. I exhale long and follow him back towards the cabin as he makes small talk about the drive. "Tea?"

Instead of the front porch, Samson invites me inside and through to the back porch. I take a slow look around the living room and kitchen as we walk. The place is lightly decorated but well-kept with everything in its place. It's obvious he lives alone but I doubt he's ever lonely. I take the glass and a long drink of the sweet iced tea. "Take a seat. The sun won't be a problem for a couple hours and I usually get the occasional breeze back here in the early afternoon." The big man sits back and crosses his left ankle over right knee. The dust on his dark cowboy boot catches my eye as the boot tip slowly moves back-n-forth.

"This was my Father's place originally. It's why the barn you saw last time looks so worn - it IS old. He handed it down to me and I bought some additional surrounding land. Out there (pointing beyond the trees) is a fishing pond where I'll spend hours some days. It's part of the land I bought." The easy talk begins to put me at ease and I sit back a bit more in the chair. "Your Uncle tells me you studied Engineering? Do you like the work?" Nodding, I tell him I do. And this gives me an opportunity to speak a little about myself and my college days.

"I really don't know where I'd be without Uncle Will's guidance. He has always been so good to me, always looking out for me and providing suggestions without really forcing his opinion. He's so much like my father is probably why I've taken to his guidance in life." I finally take a break from speaking to take a long drink of tea. "I was a little surprised when he told me about you, the two of you. I just never read into him any interest in men. When I went to live with him, he was with Lucille. After they split, he never said much but then, I was away at college so didn't see him as often."

We'd been talking long enough that the sun was just beginning to hit the porch as Samson had said. Having drank two glasses of tea, I asked to use the restroom. Damn, my bladder was bursting. He was standing all 6'2" of him in the kitchen leaning against the counter when I returned. "I like you Samuel. We've covered a lot of ground getting to know each other today. But, I suspect there is one area we've not covered - and to be honest, it's the reason you asked to visit. And to be honest, it's the reason I told your Uncle that I'd like to see you too." I'm sure my cheeks got just a little pink to hear him speak.

"Yes, I was married to a woman. And after her, I dated women. But now, I only fuck and suck men. Real men like your Uncle Will. You strike me as a real man, Samuel." I know my eyes are looking right at this imposing, shaved headed black man with such the friendly white beard but it feels like my brain is spinning. "So we can continue to be friends, you can come visit me when your Uncle comes out or ... you can get on your knees and show me what you can do with my cock." There it is. Cards on the table. No dancing around like some of the guys in college did. A real man wanting me to suck his cock in the kitchen. And telling me to take it or leave.

I put my hat on the table, "yes, Sir." I walk over to Samson and drop to my knees in front of him. Hands unclasp his large belt buckle, the jeans button and the zipper. I pull his jeans down just a little as he pulls the t-shirt over his head. I see his muscled chest, smooth black skin of abdomen. He's not wearing underwear. His cock is soft yet looks so thick. I look up from his cock to see him watching me with blue eyes.

"I'm sure your Uncle told you I have quite a big, fat cock. More than you expected? There's no shame in standing up and walking away at this." I look back down and see he's grown just a little bit since I just looked. "Will told me you've been with some college boys. I'll go easy with you today."

I reach in and pull out his dark meat and feel his balls. Samson pushes his jeans down and they slip to just above his knees. His thighs are muscled. He is one built man. His groin is heated from the day and I feel a bit of sweat on his balls as I begin to manipulate them. I lean forward and lick the mushroom head. As Samson begins to grow erect I think back on what Uncle Will had said, "... I'm not sure you know exactly what you're asking for. I assure you, Samson is a very big man." He was not lying. My hand presses his heavy black balls ... I marvel at how smooth he is, how they feel. I begin to press my lips around his girth shaft and slide up and down. Tongue licking, wetting his skin as I take stock of the cock before me.

"That's it Samuel ... that feels nice on my cock. It's been a minute since I've been with a young man like you. You do seem to have some skills." As his cock grows long and hard now. Mouth lifts and presses against the head. I open my jaw wide and begin to work it past my lips. Right hand playing with his balls as left hand strokes his shaft. I feel my chest rubbing against his muscled thigh. Over the rim of his head, my mouth feels like I'm trying to swallow a golf ball. I begin to move, to suck on him. Samson is impassive as I suck his cock. Like just another Saturday afternoon to him. But for me, this feels different than the guys in school. That was just about getting off. This feels like it could be something more. And one more connection to my Uncle.

I finally feel a bit of drool from his slit and I thank the stars. My knees ache from the hardwood floor under me. My jaw is aching worse than any dental appointment from being forced open around his fat cock so long. I'm only taking his head a few inches of shaft but it's all I can muster today. I know I have a huge wet spot in my boxer briefs from the arousal of my own cock. "Body control, Samuel. You will learn about maintaining control as you get older. It's not always about the orgasm, sometimes it's all about the time getting to it. I'm going to cum now." I hear his words so matter-of-factly as I suck on his cock. His massive left hand rubs the back of my head as I rise and fall on his fat cock.

Cum. His cock shoots a thick heavy load of semen that blasts the back of my mouth and I start to cough. His hand reassures my head and I feel him shoot again. And then a third shot of thick semen. I swallow some, I spill some onto my lips and chin. He holds his cock in my mouth for a few beats and I understand I can't pull off even if I want to do so. His hand lifts from my head and I slide off his thick cock that is still standing erect. A deep gasp of air fills my lungs even as I start to cough again. His semen runs down my chin and lands on my jeans.