Last summer I was in the Mediterranean and I had to take a short ferry-boat trip to an island.

The day was hot and sunny. Having to wait for almost an hour for the next departure I opened the roof of my convertible and got rid of my T-shirt so I could get some tan on my small, smooth, trim body. (I know you hate this part but that’s what I am, a 45 year old man with boyish looks…).

While I was waiting in the car line on the embarcadero I noticed an elderly couple just behind me in their camper. She was a thin freckled woman with an attractive Kate Hepburn like weather worn face and unable to keep her mouth shut for a second since she was chatting all the time to the husband.

Oh boy! The husband! HE was something. Peering into the rearview mirror I could only see his face, his upper torso and forearms resting on the steering wheel, but wasn’t that enough to set me boiling!

He was the polar bear if there ever was one. White trimmed beard on a pleasant face topped with thinning short white hair, and silver hair with golden streaks on his forearms: lots of it. He wore a short sleeved azure shirt that was unbuttoned as far as I could see and from it fluffed out a forest of white hair like a cloud in a blue sky. And to add to my suffering the man was tanned, which made his white fur look even better by contrast.

I turned back and peered more closely, pretending I was trying to see how long the line was behind me.

The woman looked back behind her too. Leaning out of her open window she turned and smiled at me: I felt the chatterbox was eager for an attentive listener so I jumped to it and said: “Quite a long line behind us, many won’t make it to the next ferry.”

“You’re right, and I wouldn’t be on their shoes. I’m dying to get into the boat and rest on the deck. We’ve been traveling across Europe for a month now and we’ll spend a week of total relaxation on the island before we go back to Ireland. My brother lives there with his family: he married an Italian woman and now he’s retired and prefers to live in the warm south.”

So they’re Irish, and I adore a big Irish bear, …let’s get acquainted a little better with Mrs. Bear and who knows…

“You came all the way from Ireland on that camper?”, I said. “Must be very comfortable, I had a mind to buy one myself but never had the opportunity to see how it really is to live inside those things…”

“Oh really? Once we’re on board Rick won’t mind to show you our home, will you Rick? You will show our friend ….er…”

“I’m Andrea,” I volunteered. “Andrea, isn’t that a girl’s name?” she laughed a shrill little laugh. “Excuse me Andrea, no offense meant, I am Anne and this is my husband Rick.”

“Hi Anne, hi Rick. No offense taken but believe me, in Italy Andrea is the equivalent of Andrew and the female counterpart would be Andreina.”

She laughed again and got along pretty well with all the chit chat, although Rick seemed to be gazing at the void in front of him, which happened to be in my direction, so I never felt sure whether he was looking at me or not, but he managed to grunt a Hi when introduced, producing a smile that for the second . It melted me more than the Mediterranean sun.

“Seems like I’ve been appointed tour guide of our little home” he said with a half desperate half amused expression on his face.

“Come now Rick, as if I didn’t know how proud you are of our castle on wheels”, she reverted to me beaming. “That’s how I call it Andrea, our castle”, and then to Rick again “and after all the work you put into it I can’t imagine you won’t be happy to show it to our friend.”

“Well, I don’t mean to be a nuisance” I interrupted, “you’re on holiday so just relax and have a good time on the ferry-boat. It’s a very pleasant crossing, I did it many times.”

He looked at me with more intensity and said “It’s all right son, Anne loves to spend all her time in the sun and she’ll go on the deck but I need some rest and I’ll spend my time in here anyway. You’re welcome to visit.”

And so it was that, once on board, Anne walked resolutely towards the deck with a towel and gallons of tanning lotion, leaving me alone with daddy bear Rick.

“Come on son, let’s a have a beer, cool and nice just out of the fridge”, Rick beckoned me. I picked up my shirt from the back seat. “Don’t bother, it’s just too damn hot for that” he said, pointing at my shirt. “As you see I’m very comfortable too, after all this is my home” he rumbled with a laugh.

As I jumped in I saw he was very comfortable indeed. His shirt was completely unbuttoned and open on his hair-matted chest, long white smooth hair puffing two inches out of his body; and the only other garment he wore were his boxers, sky blue as the shirt.

His muscular legs were covered with thick grey fur and the sight of his barrel chest and belly, solid and firm and all covered in white snow made me almost gasp.

“You look pale, son, here have a beer and sit down.”

He handed me a cool can, winked and sat in front of me on a little sofa. Spreading his legs comfortably he told me to relax and feel at ease, he’d show me the place around as soon as we’d cool off.

The hell I could feel at ease and cool off: I couldn’t help but staring at those grey, furry, beefy thighs, but what really mesmerized me was his crotch. Man, his boxers’ fly was unbuttoned except for the top button, and his crotch hair escaped through the open gap, even thicker and longer than the fur on the rest of his body. The outline of his cock and balls was very clear against the stretched thin blue fabric: fat cock on one side, big balls on the other.

“Oooops, sorry, I was about to take a leak when you came in”, he twinked when he saw me staring, “been saving it for hours on the road, we never stopped since this morning, didn’t want to miss this boat. I must have a couple gallons here.”

“I need to go too if you don’t mind…”

“Then come over, we better piss together, the reservoir needs recharging and there won’t be enough flush for two.”

We headed for the tiny toilet. Even leaving the door open we were crammed real close in front of each other. I unzipped and got my cock out. He let his boxers slide down to his ankles, his fat cock dangled heavily on the huge hairy balls hanging halfway down his thighs, his smell so close to me… our cocks were practically brushing…

“Aaah, those balls needed some fresh air, been sweating in those boxers since this morning.”

I decided to get bold. “You sure have some equipment there” I said, “bet that dick must be real fat when it’s hard, and look at those balls man, never saw low hangers as heavy as those.”

He looked at me and suddenly grabbed the back of my head, pulled my face toward him and clamped his lips on mine while his other paw held his pissing cock. He started fucking my mouth with his tongue and pissing like a horse.

“You like to take a leak with daddy don’t you”, he managed to mumble with his tongue practically still in my mouth, “come on, piss on daddy’s cock son.”

After the first nanosecond of shock I responded quite enthusiastically and kissed him deeply while pissing on his crotch and on the hairy paw that was directing the thick gush of piss onto my cock.

Our bladders were drained eventually, and now I took the initiative of kneeling down and licking my piss from his fat uncut cock.

“Yeah, make it nice and clean boy, I saw you look at me from your car, loved that smooth tan body of yours, let me feel this smooth chest …mmmmm… nice hard nipples you got here, mind if I play with them while you clean my balls, son?”

It was totally useless to answer so I went about my business, licking his balls and his now hard cock. Jeeeez it was so fat the thick foreskin retracted to expose half the cock head and a piss slit that must have been half an inch. How I loved to work my tongue deep in that hole, and from his moans he loved it too, especially when I started fondling his big nipples looking up at him with his cock crammed now in my mouth. I pulled his unbuttoned shirt open and the sight from my point of view was amazing, a forest of thick fur spreading across the three snowy white mounds of his belly and tits, and ending up in a trim bearded face smiling down at me with twinkling eyes.

Squeezing his hairy ass with my hands, I pressed his crotch onto my face to signal I wanted him to fuck my mouth harder now, and then roamed my hands across his furry back and up again to his big pink hardening nipples. The taste of precum in my mouth was wonderful and he increased his tempo ramming that hose deeper and faster down my throat. I gagged but held and twisted his nipples harder.

“Aaaaggghhh, twist them fuckers son, play with daddy’s nipples while he fucks your boy face, daddy IS GONNA CCUUUUMMMM!!!!”

The thick spurts kept coming and coming, I had to let it spill out of my mouth and the final shots hit my face and chest. He was panting heavily, face upwards, eyes closed, he kept whispering “Oh son, oh son, oh son…”.

He finally looked down on me. “Thank you”, he panted, “come let me lick that sperm off your face and chest, and make you happy too.” With that he started lapping his cum from my face and chest with gusto, pulling me up against him.

My rock hard cock was now painfully swollen and rubbing between his big hairy thighs. While we kissed exchanging cum I managed to slip his shirt off him so could see and feel his hairy shoulders and back. “Rick you’re so damn hairy and hot I’m gonna cum just looking at you”, I said.

“Wait a second boy, show daddy how much you like his fur, let me sit on the toilet and you can fuck these big hairy tits, bury your cock in that fur man.”

That drove me crazy and I started rubbing my cock on his chest hair, leaning against him, my hands on his shoulders while I fucked the crack between his man tits where the hair was even thicker.

“Come on, shoot a big load into daddy’s mouth while you fuck his chest, go on, fuck daddy’s hairy body yeeaahh…”

I kept on fucking his chest and growled like a bear as the first spurts shot up into his open mouth, and kept cumming and cumming until it spilled onto his chest and he scooped it up with his fingers and finally swallowed my cock to suck it and lick it clean.

We kissed again, wet and deep, exchanging the final gobs of my cum load with our tongues.

“How did you know…” I asked when we sat down for a second beer, cuddling and kissing.

“Takes one to know one, I guess. Anne and I are good companions but we haven’t had any sex for a long time. We don’t have children and maybe that’s why in the last years I found myself increasingly attracted to younger men. I found that there are many of you guys who like to play with an old daddy bear like me, so I’ve developed quite an eye for hungry men and boys – call it a sixth sense.” Then he winked again. “Actually I wasn’t that sure… I thought you were after the truck driver behind us.”

“What truck driver?” I asked…

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