Rusty McMann Embraces Daddyhood

By Rusty McMann

As much as I’ve always loved getting hot and sweaty with big men and cute cubs, it wasn’t until I was in my early 40’s that I found the balls to make bear porn. And it was a few years after that before I started escorting. For some reason I had it in my mind that guys would be more interested in watching me fuck if they thought I was under 40. “On the internet I’m 38,” I used to tell my friends, “but in this dimension I’m 44.”

Things went to a completely new level the first time some guy called me “daddy” while I was pounding his ass. I was nowhere near old enough to have actually sired the guy, but the father/son image still creeped me out a little. I’d been both an altar boy and a boy scout, so I knew a thing or two about grown men and little boys and didn’t want to go there – not even with a consenting adult who was clearly getting off on it.
It soon became clear, though, that was no isolated incident. Maybe it was the growing number of white hairs in my beard or maybe there were a few new wrinkles around my eyes, but right around that same time my overall “look” seemed to reach some kind of critical mass and I suddenly became a Papa Bear. Overnight, every other guy who sucked my cock was calling me “daddy” or “sir.”

I’ve always been into guys darker than me, so I was used to Latino guys – of all ages – calling me “papi”. What I was not prepared for was suddenly being a magnet for guys of every shape, size, and race seeing, expecting, and needing me to be a big, strong authority figure.
It took some time to get used to, but not that long. Maybe it was the black movie executive who wanted me to be the plantation overseer so he could worship my “superior white ass.” Or it could have been the Israeli soccer player who pointed out that the white hairs invading my red beard made me a “cinnamon sugar” bear. It might have been the retired marine (clearly old enough to be my father) begging for the privilege of sucking daddy’s cock for having been such a good boy that day.

The night that really taught me to learn to love my “daddyhood” was the first time I was hired by Jaime and Oswaldo, a couple of 28-year-olds who bring me in every once in a while to fuck them both. These two guys are a pornographic fantasy all on their own: handsome faces, smooth muscled chests, cute fuzzy butts, and fat, veiny, uncut cocks. They barely speak English, but as they cry “Ay papi rico!” while pumping out buckets of cum, I know that this grown-ass man has satisfied these boys in a way that no waxed, overbuilt 23-year-old ever could.

So why lie about my age? I just turned 47 and I’m a better fuck now than I’ve ever been. Youth might be wasted on the young, but this bear is not wasting one more minute pretending to be anything other than “Daddy”.

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