Sparky

2.
The following week, Robin felt a bit strange, to say the least. His grin seemed permanent, even at work, and he found himself staring outside on numerous occasions, sighing deeply. Weekend seemed ages away, and when it was Friday, the day just didn't seem to pass by. Finally it was time to go home, and Robin rushed. He spent hours on shaving and bathing, to look his best and go out.

He didn't go to the club with his friends. Instead, he went to that grubby old pub, his heart pounding and skin tingling. He felt like a junkie longing for a shot. Only one man could give him the satisfaction he needed. His balls were killing him, and nothing seemed to help.

He blushed a bit as he went inside. Most of the men had seen him kissing Grizzly, and he wondered if he would get comments. Avoiding looking into eyes, he sat down at the bar, ordering a scotch. The barman put down a glass. “Oh, thank you...” It was a generous supply. “How much?”

“Two bucks for you, honey,” the barman winked at him.

Robin paid, sipped, and tried to repress the urge to look around. When he felt the hand on his thigh, his heart jumped up. But it wasn't Grizzly grinning at him.

“What's a nice lad like you doing in a place like this?”

“None of your fucking business,” hissed Robin, pushing the man's hand away. “Get lost, ugly...”

“Ugly?” The man laughed aloud. “If you're looking for pretty, you came to the wrong place. Come on, sexy. Give us a kiss, eh?”

“Get the fuck...” Robin grunted as he tried to budge the man, who was determined to steal a kiss from him. “...away from me. Dammit!”

“Ehm... Maybe you should listen to him,” tried the barman, quickly clearing the counter. He nervously glanced through the pub. “Just an advice...”

Both the barman and Robin ducked when a hard smack threw the man against the counter. “You touched my property,” said Grizzly with a dangerous growl. “You shouldn't touch Grizzly's property...”

The man scrambled back on his feet, out of Grizzly's reach. “I didn't know, did I!” he piped desperately. “I'm sorry!”

Grizzly tutted at him, wagging a warning finger. “Now you know. Get lost. Hello Sparky... Came back eh?”

“Yes...” Robin sat straight, swallowing as he tried to gain his bearings. “Thank you.”

“Oh, don't thank me.” Grizzly laughed softly, stepping close against his side. “Came back for more?” He sniffed as Robin didn't answer, and shivered. “Ohh Sparky. Sweeter, even. Delish. Finish that drink now, hm? Daddy wants to take Sparky home.”

Downing his drink in one large sip, Robin nodded. “Take me home, daddy,” he said, hoarse by the scotch. He tugged the bear close, his fingers behind the man's belt. “I need you.”

“Rawr...” Grizzly lifted him off the stool. “Buckle up, Sparky... You're in for a hefty ride.”

Robin had a hard time keeping his hands to himself, during the walk to Grizzly's home. Once they were in the elevator, out of public view, he wrapped his arms around the man's neck to pull him down. He kissed him with almost desperate passion. Grizzly chuckled against his lips.

“Been looking forward to this, handsome?”

“Yes.” Robin blushed as he confessed it, and averted his eyes. “Wanking didn't give me what I need,” he mumbled.

“Of course not.” Grizzly opened his door, and let Robin in. “You need your big, fat Daddy,” he said as he locked up. “You know the drill, Sparky. There's the bed, and I want you naked. Don't make me rip off your clothes, eh?”

They were a little too expensive for that, although the idea made him shiver. Robin undressed quickly, putting his clothes on a chair so wouldn't crease as much as last time. “Come here,” he said breathlessly. “Let me feel you. Let me smell you.” Sitting on his hands and knees, he licked his lips in anticipation.

Grizzly undressed teasingly slow. Dropping his gear on the floor, he moved calmly to the bed, towering above Robin as he looked down on him. “Hungry, eh? Put those delicious lips to work, then. It's all yours.”

Robing crawled towards him, eyes glued on the offered cock. He could see the throbbing vein, the soft hair at the base, and the purple head hidden behind the foreskin. With his lips, he gently tugged on the skin. He heard an approving moan above him, and nibbled softly. The cock grew to full erection. The skin tightened, and like he'd done the first time, Robin pushed it back as he took him in his mouth. With his hands on Grizzly's hips, he began to suck him, slowly, and with evident desire.

“Oh, Sparky,” said Grizzly with a smile. He ran his fingers through the blond locks. “You know how to make Daddy hot. Suck those balls, eh? Taste me.”

Robin moved his head down, sucking on one hairy testicle. He moved to the other, making them nice and wet, and tried to fit both of them in his mouth. They were too big. He let go, dragged his tongue up over the shaft, and sucked on the head. He could taste the salt of sweat and precome. Grizzly smelled masculine as well. Letting go, he pressed his face against the muscular belly, and sniffed deeply.

“Enough, now,” murmured Grizzly. “You can finish me with your tongue another time. Kneel, Sparky. Show me your tasty little butt.”

Robin shifted on the bed, his ass poking up. He grabbed a pillow between his arms when he felt the mattress dip, and buried his face.

“Need my tongue, Sparky?” Grizzly kneaded the butt cheeks, pulling them apart. “Talk to Daddy.”

He'd never talked dirty. It felt unnatural, but then again, everything did at the moment. He'd never felt so needy and horny. “Yes,” he whispered, blushing. He moved his hips, realizing he looked slutty like that, but unable to care. “I need my daddy.” Only then he realized Grizzly didn't say 'daddy' like he meant to be his father. It made him smile as he understood, feeling more at ease. “Lick me, bad Daddy... Push that tongue inside, and make me squirm for you.”

“With utter pleasure, Sparky,” assured Grizzly. He kissed the cheeks, slowly dragged his tongue along the notch, and pushed inside hard.

“Oh gods yes...” Robin tensed his arms around the pillow, groaning delightedly. “Eat me...”

“If only I could,” mumbled Grizzly. Grabbing the testicles with one hand and Robin's cock with the other, he worked his tongue inside again. Robin cried out in protest when he stroked him in time with the thrusts, but he only doubled his efforts.

“Grizzly! Slow down! I don't want to come yet!”

“Keep it up, then,” grumbled the bear against his wet notch. “Challenge yourself, eh? Your ass is all mine.” He continued rimming him for a little longer, until Robin was begging him loudly to stop. He rolled on his back, shifting up and under the kneeling young man. “Fuck my mouth.”

Robin lunged his hips down, into the waiting mouth. His breath, deep and uneven, continually carried cries of pleasure. He couldn't stop moving, fucking the hot throat, unable to stop his approaching climax. When Grizzly pressed two lubed fingers into his wet ass, he uttered a raw scream, and tensed up. “Grizzly!”

The man swallowed every drop, making content noises. He smacked his lips when the softened cock slipped out of his mouth. “Tasty... Stay in this position, Sparky.” He crawled away, and positioned behind him. Fiddling with a condom, he grinned down on the panting man, and blew him a kiss. “Now I'll fuck you, eh?”

Robin could only groan when the man entered his ass. His whole body was burning now, and he could feel the sweat dripping of his face. Grizzly fucked him ruthlessly, bruising his hips with his grasping fingers, and he loved it. The man huffed and grunted when he came. Robin was barely conscious by then, and fell limply on the mattress. He answered the kiss without conviction.

“You okay?” Grizzly looked worriedly at him, stroking a strand from Robin's wet forehead.

“Uh...” Robin managed to nod, but couldn't open his eyes. He gratefully curled up against the large body as the man took him between his arms. He felt how a fluffy duvet got pulled over him, but then there was nothing but silence. When he finally blinked, the room was dark and the bed empty. He was lying alone, and Grizzly had gone.