Bear Cub Finds Love (Older-Younger)

Sunday morning, June 9, 1996…it was our first anniversary and just over a couple of weeks shy of my forty second birthday. My eyes fluttered open to see 9:47 displayed on the digital clock by our bed. I felt Chik’s warm mouth gently nursing on the head of my morning hard-on and I looked down over the crest of my belly to see his head barely bobbing under the sheet that covered us. It felt incredible. I laid my hand on the back of his head and gave it an affectionate rub through the linen.
“Morning, babe,” I croaked.
He slid his mouth up off of my dick and the sheet-covered mound at my loins responded with “Morning, Papa. Sleep well?”
“Sure did. Was dreaming you were giving me the best head,” I told him.
“Fancy that…sorry,” he sheepishly apologized, “I waited as long as I could stand.”
“No apology needed,” I sighed, feeling his mouth sink down over as much of my member as it could comfortably hold, maybe two-thirds of it.
A contented sigh escaped him as I resumed my petting, the heartfelt diligence of his labor washing over me in waves of pure pleasure. His sigh of contentment was immediately matched by my own. I threw the sheet back so I could watch him. He looked so small and cute.
Chik’s eyes were closed and he looked like he was in heaven as he sucked me. I folded my pillow in half to prop myself up for a better view. His eyes opened and twinkled as our gazes locked.
He ramped up his game slightly, firmly pressing his gullet to my cock head and the resulting compression on my shaft causing my girth to stretch his lips into a slight oval. It always gave me cause to chuckle seeing his eyes bug out a bit...