Date: Tue, 5 Aug 2008 19:23:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Charles Rascal <charles.rascal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddy's Boy Club

It was Tuesday night, the most exciting evening all week because it was the
Daddy's Boy Club meeting. The adult club members sat in a circle, 12 white
men, each holding a black youth on our laps, facing us, each with our
thick, white cocks up our boy's black ass, each slowly riding him up and
down. Looking around the room, it was a wonderful sight, almost like a
dance troupe, with the dark, slender, young boys moving up and down, the
white hands of their masters visible as they clutched the sides of their
boys, holding them tenderly, firmly, moving them so lovingly up and down
the long, wet shaft of their cocks that had been inside these boys'
assholes so many, many times. I could see several of them, and each one had
a most beautiful dark, smooth, small set of buttocks and in and out went a
thick, white cock, the veins almost bursting with the thrusting, the pubic
hair sometimes visible that grew up the shaft, in sharp contrast to the
perfectly hairless, smooth skin of the little black boy who held on to his
"daddy" (or his real dad) with two slender, young arms wrapped around the
man's neck as they kissed, pulled back and smiled, then kissed again, while
the thrusting was underway. Moaning could be heard throughout the room,
both high-pitched from the little boys and deeper from the men. An
occasional "Oh, fuck!" was heard coming from a man now and then and a
"Daddy, oh Jesus, Daddy!" or some such sigh from one of the boys.

Every boy in Daddy's Boy Club had to be 12, at least, and a couple of them
were as old as 14, but, on their 15th birthday, in a special ceremony that
absolutely wore every one out, drained of cum multiple times, they were
graduated. The graduates shed many tears, but many of us continued to visit
them on a "freelance" basis at their homes, with the encouragement of their
dads, so the 15-year-olds got more sex than most men do in their lifetime
within a year of their graduation.

Some of the younger club members didn't look at all as if they met the
minimum age of 12, even with a little tiny bit of pubic hair and small
erections, but birth certificates were brought forward when the new man
arrived with his companion boy and paperwork was approved, the boy was
shared around among the other men to fondle, kiss, masturbate, eat ass, and
suck, handed from one to another, giggling all the while, as the proud
daddy followed along, introducing his child to the other men and to their
own boys. Half the boys were actual sons; the remainder had hooked up with
the men online, mostly, or there had been some encounter in a park or an
event of some kind or a public restroom where the man let the boy be the
aggressor, just to make sure the boy was eager and agreeable. "Eager" was
hardly the word to describe how horny the boys were, making the man so, so
happy to find a young black youth who wanted a white daddy, not so he would
buy him things, but so he would satisfy his incredibly needy libido.

Each of us was interested in boys who truly wanted to participate in sex
acts with us and with our friends and, of course, with each other, usually
in front of the group, so we could all watch and sweat profusely and drip
pre-cum watching one of the boys make love to his daddy on a bed that we
encircled or watch two of the boys move from kissing to a 69 to fingering
to dildos to one of them riding the other one, his young balls slapping
against the other young boy's ass as the fucking went on. The boys were
young enough that they could remain in position, letting the top boy rest a
few minutes and then he would go at it again, fucking his friend for a
second time. The bottom boy, of course, would either masturbate while
getting fucked or he would drip a large amount of pre-cum and then - bam! -
shoot his load each time he was fucked.  It was marvelous and we
congratulated the dad of each boy.

Each boy was trained by his man to be teased to the point of ejaculation,
and we worked our boys into a frenzy of excitement and desire so that, by
the time the man and his boy joined the Club, the boy was already very
eager to have as much sex as possible with as many men and boys as
possible. And, every club meeting was a wonderful display of the love we
showed for the boys and the love they showed for us. Lots of kissing and
cuddling, lots of smiling and caressing, as we, all nude and all very
sweaty, made love to our own sons, to another man's son, and, sometimes,
had three- or four-way encounters. On the man's birthday, for example, he
was allowed to have sex at one time with as many boys as he wanted and
sometimes the greedy birthday "boy" would ask for six or eight boys to
pleasure him in various ways - and they would - and we would stand around
them, jacking off, shooting our cum all over them, making a tremendously
sticky, sweaty mess in the middle of the large mattress on the floor. A
cake would be brought out, candles lighted, and we would sing to the
man. He would direct the boys who had serviced him in various ways to push
their cocks into the cake, making holes all around it and then the birthday
guy would eat his special share of the icing, licking it slowly and
thoroughly off each cock, before the rest of us got a piece of the
punctured cake.

On one particular Tuesday night, Robert, the young minister who had once
again brought one of the boys from his middle-school youth group, suddenly
cried out, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" and we all cheered, even though we
were all a bit jealous not to be the one. Robert, by virtue of being the
first to come on this initial go-round of the club meeting, would get his
choice of what other boy he wanted to give a blow job to. I hoped it wasn't
mine, as I was nearly ready to shoot, and did not, man, did not want to
stop, but the rules said you had to stop, immediately, slide him off of you
and send him in the winner's direction.

 He quickly chose Deondre, the boy next to me, and Fr.Bob, one of two
priests in the room, surrendered his boy, one of the two foster children he
was caring for. (The other one was too young to qualify for the club,
although Father hinted he was "preparing" him for membership.) He lifted
him off his cock, sighing, as he was surely about to cum himself, and
kissed Deondre good-bye as he walked over to Robert, his uncut dark-skinned
cock standing straight out in front of him. Robert got to his knees, in
front of his chair, and motioned for Deondre to sit there.

He began by kissing the boy all over his legs, sucking on his toes, then
slowly licking up, on the inside, his left leg. We all continued to fuck
our boys, but, like many of the others, by now, with all this excitement,
we had come, but didn't say anything, except harsh whispers to our lovers
who, some, at least, had also shot cum all over our chests and even on to
our faces.

Watching Robert expertly handle the young boy, making him close his eyes
and sigh, hold on to Robert's head, and whisper, "Daddy Robert, it's so
good!" was enough to keep us all hard and I could see a wave of black boys'
bodies begin, once again, to move up and down, as we all began to fuck our
boys a second time at this weekly meeting of The Daddy's Boy Club. Robert
slowly pulled back the boy's foreskin, then began to masturbate him with
it, then used his mouth to push it back, and concentrated on the sweet,
musky taste of the head that had been covered with the beautiful long piece
of skin.

Our wives or girlfriends or mothers or roommates thought we were doing
charitable works, helping a young boy to make it, safely and gently through
the difficult years of puberty, and, in a way, we were doing that. We were
gentle and kind and we made the boys very happy. They went home, having
swallowed the cum of a half dozen men, having been fucked by about that
many, too, at every meeting. Some had masturbated for us, as a
demonstration, seeing how far they could shoot, in a contest when they
first arrived and we'd cheer and reward both the winner and the losers, so
that no one felt left out.

Every mom said they must have had a fun, active time, because their sons
went to bed almost immediately after Daddy's Boy Club, exhausted. Of
course, for safety's sake, we made sure all the boys were washed clean,
were cleaned out so that no wayward loads of cum would seep out of their
asses, now with holes stretched to the maximum from some of the men's cocks
that were among the biggest any of us had seen.

Actually, I had the thickest and the longest, so even some of the men
wanted me to fuck them, but I kept my loads for the boys' holes, having a
passion that made me get a funny taste in my throat when I got sexed up
whenever the boys walked into the Club meetings, even all still dressed.

My own boy was a neighbor kid who did yard work for me, but, in reality,
spent most of that time blowing me. My wife had no idea that I had a sexual
relationship with a 13-year-old black boy nor that he was one of the oldest
boys I'd ever had sex with!

We had set up this fake club meeting that I attended with him, as he had no
father, telling his mom and my wife that it was at a boys' and girls'
organization across the city that didn't even exist. I had designed
letterhead and a membership card for my boy - Nathan - all on my
computer. I had shown the letter to my wife and Nathan proudly showed her
his club card and we chatted about the club in front of her. Since our own
son was older and living away from home, this seemed natural for me to give
of my time to this young fatherless boy. My own son, Brett, when he was
home, would gladly fuck Nathan while I watched and get involved in a
three-way with us, but most of the time it was the two of us except, of
course, when we were at the club meetings.

I had taken Brett to them - using a totally different excuse - when he was
a boy, after we had developed an intense and regular pattern of sexual
intercourse - we'd fuck each other, prodding and ramming and poking and
roughly fucking each other, always bareback, always shooting nice, thick,
big loads into each other's asses, usually when I was home and my wife was
at work. We'd shower together and we'd clean each other up, making the
douching of his ass a part of the sexual ritual (we hid the equipment up
high in his closet in a contraption I had devised for his older brother
before my younger boy was old enough to learn to love his father in this
special way).

But Nathan proved to be the horniest boy I'd ever had and that was saying
something, as he had a lot of competition. He could simply never get enough
sex. And, since I couldn't either, we would service one another daily, I'd
fuck him every day or so, and we would both sleep in one another's arms for
hours when we went on "camping trips" that turned out to be motel rooms a
hundred miles away where we made sure the other bed was messed up, so the
maid wouldn't guess, and then, spread an old cover on the other bed and go
at it, making a mess of cum and sweat. We'd fall asleep with the "do not
disturb" sign out and practically go into a sex-induced coma we were so
exhausted. But we never complained!!

As much as we loved being together, just the two of us, we spoke constantly
about the Daddy's Boy Club, however, and could hardly live through the
week, waiting so desperately for Tuesday to arrive so each of us could have
a half-dozen or more sexual partners, of the other generation. The smell of
sweat alone was worth the Club meeting, as I inhaled the heavy aroma of it
when I came into the room, especially if we were one of the last sets of
lovers to arrive because Nathan and I had messed around in the car on the
way over and continued to make out and give each other head in the darkened
parking lot, stopping just in time, knowing we didn't want to "waste" a
single load of cum, saving it instead for the men and boys who eagerly
awaited us inside.