Bobby’s Bear Daddy
Logan was exactly 208 years old. Bobby was 17.
For Bobby this was a first, he had never been in a relationship before. He loved being with Logan, and he knew Logan felt the same.
For Logan this was exciting. In the 208 years he had been walking this Earth, he had never had a relatioship with a guy. He liked it.
They had been dating for a couple of weeks, in secret, and hadn’t done much... physically. They hadn’t fucked or kissed or even held hands.
On the dark night of November 12th the pair opened the door to Logan’s apartment after coming back from watching a film. It was like midnight already.
Logan sat down on the couch and Bobby perched uncomfortable next to him.
They talked for a bit and when Logan got Bobby drunk enough, he made a move. He leaned in and kissed him.
Bobby’s lips were soft and wet, Logan’s were cracked and dry. Bobby moved to sit on Logan’s lap while they made out.
Logan’s hands moved to Bobby’s butt and Logan unbuttoned Bobby’s jeans.
Logan stood up and Bobby wrapped his legs around him and was carried to Wolverine’s bedroom.
Logan threw him on the massive, firm bed and stood in front of the bed, undoing his shirt.
Bobby watched his histroy teacher pull off his shirt and looked at his gleaming muscles. “Can you show me the claws?” Bobby asked.
Logan flexed his arms and chest and his claws came slowly out of his clenched fists.
Bobby smiled.
Logan reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Big, heavy iron handcuffs. He put them on Bobby’s wrists and tightened them. He then used them to pull Bobby off the bed and attached him by his wrists to a metal hook in the ceiling that he hadn’t noticed.
Bobby’s wrists were sore and he was uncomfortable, but Logan circled him, undoing his belt and throwing it to the floor.
He unbuttoned his trousers and stepped out of them, barely contained by black boxer-briefs.
Finally, Bobby watched as Logan pulled them off, too. Logan’s cock was a monster. It fell half way down Logan’s thighs. Maybe six or seven in hes unerect. Bobby swallowed nervously.
“Right then, Bobby,” Logan muttered deeply. “You ready?”
“Yes sir,” Bobby managed.
Logan used his claws to rip from the sleeve of Bobby’s shirt across the back and to the other sleeve, cutting it clean off him.
He did the same for Bobby’s t-shirt. Logan paced around the shirtless teenager naked. He noticed Bobby’s faint chest hair and partially grown-out armpit hair.
Bobby saw Logan’s dick starting to get erect and he felt the blood rush to his own.
Logan pulled Bobby’s jeans down to his ankles and then off entirely.
He walked to Bobby’s front and towered over him. Bobby felt Logan’s hand cup his boner.
Logan slashed each side of Bobby’s underwear and then pulled them off.
Bobby’s cock was very different to his. Bobby’s was circumcised, unlike Logan’s. Bobby’s was a lot thinner, like four or five fingers, compared to Logan’s wrist-wide cock.
And also the size. Bobby’s was almost six inches (Bobby had measured a few days ago) compared to Logan’s ten-inch cock. It was the length of Bobby’s forearm.
Logan walked behind Bobby and Bobby felt the tip of his cock touch his hole.
Logan grabbed Bobby’s hair and pulled it, pushing the tip of his cock into Bobby’s hole.
Bobby screamed out, “Professor!” but Logan only slowed down. One inch was in.
Logan pushed quickly in, halfway up his cock before Bobby begged him to stop again.
Bobby had tears in his eyes. It felt like he was being ripped apart.
Logan pushed all the way in and it felt like Bobby had a rod all the way up his spine.