A Crazy Weekend

(For Nelson88 & Victor)

I was really excited. Not only had our YMCA soccer team won the local finals, but I had assisted Parker in scoring the winning point! I grinned and waved to Coach Randall as the team went nuts. He was yelling and waving his crutches in the air. He had broken his leg a few weeks ago, but he hadn't let that stop him from coming to our practices and meets. Coach Patel had had to return home for a family emergency, so we had a new coach for the last few weeks of the season, and, despite that, we were playing at the top of our game. The substitute coach was a big brown bear named Tony B. Brasco, but he insisted we all call him Coach Tony instead of using his last name. He was in his early or mid 20s I guessed, and he was very friendly with all the boys on the team. Some might've thought he was a little excessively handsy with us, touching us to correct our posture or form from time to time. Personally, I liked it. There weren't many adult bears in my life since Dr. Koslov, and they always held a fascination for me.

So when Coach Tony invited me to come to a special team sleepover for the weekend, of course I jumped at the chance. It didn't even occur to me that he hadn't expressed any interest in a permission slip or anything...I was just excited to be with him and the other boys.

I showed up on Friday evening, and he let me in. I realized immediately that I must've been the first to arrive, because his house was otherwise quiet. "Hi, Coach Tony!" I said as he opened up for me. "Am I early?"

"Nope. You're right on time, squirt. Come on in." He stepped back and let me come in. He took my bag and hung it from a peg on the wall, then closed his front door. "Carey, I may have brought you here under false pretenses," he said, and his smile was a bit sly.

"Oh?" I felt just a little nervous. "What do you mean, Coach Tony?"

He reached out, rubbing his paw along my cheek. I leaned into it, almost involuntarily. "Well, you're the only person I'm expecting...I wanted some time alone with you."

I shivered then. "Um...I'm feeling a bit nervous about that, Coach Tony..."

"Don't be," he reassured me. "Coach Patel told me allllll about you." He grinned, stroking a thumb over my lips. Without meaning to, I ended up taking his thumb into my muzzle, and he stroked it in and out. "I know you're a little toy boy, for one thing...and I know you love big males...love making them feel good." I felt my muzzle and ears heating up, even as I couldn't quite help myself from suckling on that thick thumb. I was becoming very aware of his warm, adult, male bear musk, and it was making my head swim a little. I looked into his bright green eyes and felt more than a little light-headed.

"You're gonna be my good boy all weekend long," he rumbled. "It's a reward for being a little star player." That thumb pressed deep, and I whimpered, reaching up to hold his wrist in my little hands. My eyes half-closed, and I heard him snicker. "Yeah...you're a good lil baby bear. This is gonna be fun." His free hand came up and unzipped his pants, fishing out his hard, thick, musky uncut cock. He rubbed it over my nose, and I felt my head swim more, that musk having a strong effect on me.

"Here you go, baby bear," he murmurs, pulling his thumb away. My lips tried to follow it, but he guided his cocktip to them instead. I felt it easing my lips open, sliding into my muzzle. It was so thick that I felt my mouth opening wider, my jaws stretched a bit. I started to suckle without much conscious thought. "Oh, honey," he crooned to me. "Yeah, you love Papabear's thick cock, don't you, sweetie?" Yeah, I thought to myself. I love it!

His big hands stroked over my head, slowly tugged on my ears, and gently guided my forward, pushing more of that thickness into my mouth. We were almost the perfect height for each other. I only had to lean forward a tiny bit to take him in, and his cock fit nicely, if just a little too wide to be entirely comfortable. I lost track of how long we stood there in his front hallway, as he fed me that musk and precum. When I finally felt him pull free, the dim light through the frosted windows seemed dimmer. He stripped off his shirt, then lifted me easily into his arms, cuddling me to his bare chest. I opened my mouth to say something, and, instead, he guided my lips to one of his nipples. I found myself suckling...why did he have such a hold over me? Was it the musk? I didn't know, but I was lost.

I closed my eyes, putting my trust in him completely, and I felt him carry me through the house. When I finally felt him lower me, I was opened my eyes. He was laying me on my belly on a huge bed covered in blue and yellow striped blankets. I felt tiny on this ing-sized monstrosity, and I watched as he undressed me. He paused when I was down to my collar and bicep bands. "Mmm..I like those, baby bear...they make you look owned." He leaned down and kissed my bottom. "And I own you this weekend, don't I? You're Papabear's little prisoner, aren't you?" He nodded as if to coax me to nod along, and I did, feeling warm and funny and not in control of my own body.

Tony stripped down, exposing his own big body. I watched as more of that dark cocoa and ivory fur came into view, and then got a view of his thick, hard shaft and the generous balls that were swaying below it. He stepped in front of me, rubbing my face with that cock, smearing precum over it, grinning down at me. "All mine," he rumbled. "Papabear's little baby boy." I shivered...maybe it was because I had never been a baby bear...or had a Papabear...but those words had a powerful effect on me, making me feel little and telling me that I had to do what he wanted. I gave a few more licks to his cock, and he hides the tip to my lips and nose, painting them with his precum. But soon enough, he pulled back and walked behind me.

I started to look back, but he rumbled out, "No peeking, baby boy...just look forward. Grab a pillow if you want to get comfy." I did just that, pulling a pillow over and hugging it warmly. I pressed my face into it and inhaled...it was soaked in his scent. I had heard of people getting high...was that what was happening to me? Was I getting stoned off of this big bear's musk? If it was, I wanted more! I hear the click of a flip-top bottle being opening behind me, but it just didn't seem that important. Even when a slippery finger rubbed over my tailhole, I may have moaned and lifted my stub tail, but I couldn't bring myself to look back or stop inhaling the smell of Tony's...Papabear's...warm musk.

The finger was soon pressing into my hole, but I was feeling so relaxed that it glided in without any issue, and I even pressed back to it. "Ohhhh, lookit that...baby bear wants Papabear inside him so badly," he murmured to me. I felt his weight pressing the bed down behind me, and soon his thick, furry, warm thighs were on either side of my rump. He laid his heavy cock down over my rump, and I pressed back to him, making him chuckle. He leaned over my back and murmured in my ear, "Soon, honey." 

One his hand patted my side, and then he gripped onto me firmly. I felt his other hand guide his tip up to that no-long tight knot of flesh. I was just so relaxed, but, even so, he was a very thick bear. Nevertheless, he was pretty insistent, and I wanted it pretty badly...so it wasn't long before the girth head pressed forward into me. I gasped and bit down on hte pillow, and he gave a little grunt and groan. "Fuck...I can't believe you can actually take it so easy...man, Suresh must've made you his little slut." My ears were burning again, but he leaned over me and teased some more. "Or maybe you're giving it up to a lotta guys...I definitely ain't the first grown-up who fucked you. I can tell." I whimpered and bit down harder on that pillow.

Tony leaned forward, slowly, and I felt that thick cock driving slowly deeper. He and I were both panting at the feelings it was giving us, and I felt my fur standing up from it all. As he sank in good and deep, I felt him grind down over my prostate. I cried out, and he chuckled. "Ohhh, baby...you're being so good..." he sighed... "But let's move this along." His hand clamped over my mouth, and he pushed in with a heavy grunt, his balls suddenly snugged up behind mine. My eyes widened, and I made a noise somewhere between a whimper and a groan, muffled by his heavy paw.

To his credit, he held there for a long time. Slowly, the big hands holding me still gentled, and they rubbed instead of holding me. He leaned down and murmured things to me...sweet, humiliating things...calling me his baby boy, teasing me for wanting it so badly, telling me how cute I was...how he had wanted me from the first time he set eyes on me...

"Season's over, so I gotta leave soon, champ...but no way was I giving up this chance to own you for a weekend." He began to move, slowly, rocking with me, driving himself to the root, then easing back, then driving back in. When the hand on my muzzle moved to my shoulder, I looked back. His expression was one of pleasure and amusement. He had an easy confidence that was very arousing...his slightly smirky smile and the lilt of the eyebrows over his bright eyes were very alluring. I wondered how many little boys had been his baby boy for a weekend. It struck me that he could likely have any boy he wanted...and he wanted me. That was suddenly very flattering, and I smiled back at him, most of my nervousness and embarrassment evaporating. I even pushed back to him, making him groan. "Good boy," he crooned.

I turned back, laying my chin on the pillow, letting him have me, giving myself to him more completely. I was dimly aware that he was murmuring to me, slowly, softly, warmly, pouring his voice into my ears like molten honey. I felt funny...almost like his voice was warming me up, all the way down to my toes. Something was building up inside me...a wave of pleasure. It crested and then, as he crushed my prostate with his monster cock for the hundredth or so time, it washed over me. My eyes crossed, my toes curled, and my tongue lolled out a bit. Pleasure wracked me, and I shuddered in a dry orgasm.

I suddenly worried he might be upset for me cumming before he did, but he just seemed amused and maybe even pleased. "Awwww...Baby Carey loves how Papabear makes him feel, hmmm? That's good...real good." He slowed down and let me ride my orgasm to its shuddering conclusion. When I finally sighed out, long and sweet, and collapsed under him, he growled in my ear, "My turn."

The fucking Tony delivered after that was one of the hardest I'd had to date. I felt my whole body shaken back and forth as he plowed through my hole, stretching it to its limits. I started crying out over and over as he hammered in, and I clenched my fingers and teeth into the pillow. "That's right...lil pillow biter...man, you're an amazing lil fuck toy, kiddo..." And then, he grunted, groaned, arched up his back, slamming in fully, and I felt his cock jumping inside me. My head swam, and I collapsed, worn out from the effort of taking him.

I'm not sure how long I was out, but when I woke up, I was laying on my back. Tony was no longer inside me. I lifted a paw to rub sleep out of my eyes, and I realized that there was a thick mitt buckled onto it. That woke me up in a hurry. I tried to call out, to ask what was going on, but my mouth wouldn't open...not only that, but I realized there was something strapped into it. I opened my eyes fully, and I could see the mitts now...baby blue wool, I thought, over thick leather, keeping my hands pretty useless. I crossed my eyes, and I could make out a large, thick pacifier between my lips, held in place by leather straps in baby blue that kept my muzzle clamped down on it. I sat up a bit, and that's when I realized my legs were forced apart by a thick diaper that Tony must've put on me. Despite the oddness of the situation, I was struck by the cuteness of them...they had turquoise check designs down the sides and little cartoon animal characters. A line of gray paw prints ran down the white center of them, and I rubbed them, curiously. Never having actually been a baby, I had no idea what diapers felt like to wear, and I had to admit it was...comfy.

"Baby finally woke up, hmmm?" I turned my head, and there was Tony, still naked, his cock semi-hard, hanging down between his legs. "I told you, you're my baby bear for the weekend, with all that goes with the situation." He sat on the bed, lifting me into his lap, cuddling me. "Man, I haven't fucked anyone in a few weeks, so that felt spectacular...but I definitely have plenty of loads left in my balls." He smiled, bouncing me in his lap a bit. "And baby's gonna take every one of 'em...up his ass or down his throat...whatever I want. Until I feel like letting him go...probably Sunday night, but maybe Monday or Tuesday."

I squirmed. "Now, now, honey... given how hard you came while Papabear was fuckin' you, you're enjoying my company. And there's worse things than being loved and cared for all weekend, isn't there?" I had to admit he had a point. "So how about it? You be my willing baby boy...and I'll make you feel great all weekend long...then, any time I visit town, you come be my boy, and we'll have a ton of fun. That sound good to you?" He started nodding again, as if to coax out that yes from me.

I hesitated. I did enjoy him fucking me...a LOT if I were being honest. And I didn't mind the restraints...or even the diapers. They were soft and comfy...and the feeling of being held by him was heavenly, as was the light tickle of his musk in my nostrils. Did I mind being babied? I guessed I didn't.

I looked up at him, smiled behind the pacifier gag, and nodded. It was gonna be a crazy weekend!