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Hot, Hard and Hairy There are some real advantages to man to man sex. It's almost always available, it's hard, hot and sweaty, and it focuses on what we all want: getting our rocks off as many times as we can! There are also some advantages to being a well hung, mature and muscular daddy like I am. For one, the younger guys usually flock to find me ready, willing and able. Maybe that's the best thing about man to man sex: You're always hard and ready. I read this article in a magazine recently that said that a man should have at least three erections every week to maintain healthy "plumbing" down there. I looked at that and wondered what man ever had as few as three a week. If I didn't have three a day, sometimes three an hour, I'd think there was something seriously wrong. Of course, living with a muscular, adorable bear cub probably helps. My boy, Ben has an insatiable sexual appetite, and I'm always ready to teach and please. Of course, he's taught this old daddy some new tricks as well. Ben and I have lived together for about two years now. I wrote about him earlier in a story I called "Teach me Something, Bear Cub." Now I want to give you an in-depth look at our explosive, volcanic relationship, which is sealed nightly by creaming each other multiple times, and fucking and sucking constantly. Ben is so good looking. He has sandy brown hair, thick and beautiful on his head, which he combs straight back. It's not greasy, but it just always does what he wants it to without much fussing. His eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue. When I look into them it makes me hard and hot every time. Ben's face is handsome, in a real movie star way. And though he's only 25, he has the most incredible growth of hair on his face. If he doesn't shave at least twice a day, he looks like he's been growing stubble for a week. That's why he usually wears a van dyke beard, like my own. Many of the young women in our town have made the moves on Ben, and occasionally he goes out with them because, after all, he's an elementary school teacher, and want's to maintain a straight appearance. I asked him once if he was ever tempted. He told me no. He said he had the hottest daddy in town that could satisfy his every need, and that's just what he wanted. I am so lucky! But the real thing that attracted he to Ben in the beginning was his body, covered from head to tow with fine boy fur. He's so hairy, for a kid of 25. He had thick hair on his massive chest, and finer fur on his belly, and great heavy tufts of darker hair around his cock and balls, and hairy legs that just won't quit. He is truly going to be a great bear daddy some day, and with any luck I'll still be his bear granddaddy! Shortly after Ben moved in we bought a bow flex exercise machine. He was in pretty good shape, with defined shoulders and biceps, triceps and abs, but wanted to stay that way. I, on the other hand, had gained some weight, and was not the fit fucker I used to be. I wanted to get into shape, and Ben wanted to build and define his muscles. The bow flex, along with Ben's own free weights gave us enough machinery to set up a small gym in the basement. Unfortunately, we hardly ever used the machinery to completion of the exercise sets. You see, Ben would get home around 4 and I'd come in about 4:30 each afternoon. He would already be down there working on the bow flex machine. He always worked out in tight boxer shorts underwear and no shirt. I'd strip to my boxers and race to the basement, and start pumping with the free weights. I'd get a pretty good workout as long as I didn't look at Ben. But the minute I looked at him, my cock would shift into overdrive, and I would lose it as far as exercise went, at least with the weights. One day I came home, stripped to my boxers, ran to the basement, and started doing bicep curls with the dumbbells. I was actually building pretty good biceps, and the weight had increased over the weeks. Ben was doing shoulder work and grunting, and pulling some pretty heavy weight. All of a sudden he stopped. "Hey, can you help me?" he asked. "I think I've pulled a muscle." I hadn't been looking at him, as I've said because it always caused me problems. I turned and saw that his hairy back was to me, well defined and dripping with man sweat. He was reaching around the back of his neck, trying to stretch out his shoulder muscles, and rubbing his opposite shoulder from behind. I came up behind him and started rubbing his shoulders. They were tight, but didn't seem that tight, not like a pulled muscle usually is. "Hey, you don't seem that tight? Is this the muscle you pulled?" I asked completely innocently. He turned, rose, and stared straight into my eyes. His huge, thick cock was sticking out of his boxers, which were pulled down some. "No, it's this one," he said smiling, and pointing to his dick. I looked, and saw the object of my desire, his 10 inch, thick cut cock, red, throbbing, and ready. I immediately cupped his balls and massaged them in my sweaty hands. With his strong hands he pulled down my boxers and started stroking my cock. My precum was dripping out, and he used it to pull back the foreskin even more. Before long, I was raging hard, and Ben had my man meat in his mouth, tonguing and sucking. Now, mind you, we had done this every day since he moved in, at least three times each night, sometimes as many as six or seven, and still his appetite for my man juice was as voracious as if it was his first time ever. Ben sucked, and licked and pulled my balls, and finally took my whole shaft into his mouth all the way. I tried to hold out, but couldn't and exploded into his mouth. A little of the juice slipped out the side and down his beard. Still, he managed to get most of it. Then it was my turn. Ben lay back on the bench of the workout machine and waited. I looked at his beautiful body. He was built well before he came to live with me, but the workouts had helped. Now he was a muscle stud of the first order. "God, Ben, you have sure built yourself a beautiful body. I think I'm the luckiest man in the world," I said with loving honesty. "Well you've sure helped. I've done it to please you. How am I doing?" "Hey, let me show you!" With that I dove for his flag pole cock. Ben's cock is very thick. He has a large helmet on the tip, and it's thick and strong. When he first came to live with me, I had a little trouble getting it all in, but not any more. As his hard rod stood straight up, I licked it from top to bottom. The salty pre-cum was dripping down the sides. I slurped it up and placed his helmet into my mouth. He likes to have me put just the helmet in and then put my teeth around the cock, not hard, just enough to let him know that they are there and they could control his manhood. Then the up and down begins. Down about half way, then up until the helmet just about comes out, then down again. Then up, and tonguing, and back down to the base. Then suck, suck, suck. Ben takes a little while to cum, and that's okay. As I continue to suck his cock, I consider my fortunate state of affairs. Here I am, with ten inches of thick manhood in my mouth, tasting saltiness, and musky manhood, and knowing that Ben's about to blow and I'm going to love every single drop. His legs tense under my chest, his hands grab the side of the bench, and my mouth fills slowly with a good half cup of Ben's sperm juice. Now I'm pretty experienced at this, and can keep every bit of his cum in my mouth, but he told me he loves to see it drip down my beard. So, I let a little of it go, and it drips back onto this groin area. I let Ben's dick loose and it falls back on his abs. He pulls up a little and props himself up on his elbows. I marvel at how gorgeous he is and how lucky I am. "Have I told you lately how much I love you," Ben says to me in an innocent way. "You love me? I was just thinking how lucky I was to have such a sexual dynamo here in my own house, in my own bed, in my own mouth and ass, You have made my life so much more complete. God, Ben. I'm the lucky one." "Well, if that's what you believe, that's okay. But I want you to know that I've appreciated everything you've taught me about my body, about my muscles and my hormones, about my sexuality. You've been more of a father to me than my own father. You've been more of a friend than any friend. You've been my mentor and teacher, and my hairy bear stud." I could feel my dick starting to twitch. I knew that we were in for more tonight, and maybe on into tomorrow. The only bad thing about living with Ben is that we don't get much sleep at night. I find myself needing to sneak off for little cat naps during the day. Ben says it doesn't bother him, that he has a higher level of energy, and that all the sexual activity invigorates him, I guess it does me too. My cock is standing at attention again, and I put Ben on his back, and spread his legs. I tease his cock and ass hole with my hard pecker, knowing I will soon invade his hungry hole and give him what he wants. Then it will be my turn to reciprocate. That's the best thing about this relationship. We give and get in equal opportunity. Ben and I have a lot of time ahead. Who knows, maybe I'll share another story with you again soon.