Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2005 12:28:21 -0800 From: Jake C. <hotstorylvr@gmail.com> Subject: Paddy As with my other published nifty works Jeffy and Toilet Newbie, Paddy this story is purely a work of fiction. The following story contains scenes involving a child and adult men. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions, or encourage similar actions by others. I do not care to copyright this story. hotstorylvr@gmail.com Paddy "Mick! Mick! You gotta take Paddy home. You know he shouldn't be here," the bartender yelled in a thick Irish accent over the bar and the four guys crashing through the swinging doors of The Shamrock Coast. He was getting frustrated. The place was filling up. It was St. Patrick's Day and the yuppies and wanna be Irish were gonna be expecting to drink themselves into green beer oblivion. Mick was a great guy as was most of his regulars but he was a drunk. He also had a great family, especially his little tike Paddy. Frank usually looked the other way when the neighborhood kids snuck in, but tonight was different. Mick had to get Paddy outta there. "Mick! Fuck Mick! I'm tellin'you! I won't let you back in for a week! "Aww come on Frank, he's not hurtin' no one. Look it. He's just watchin' pool. Letim' be will ya!" Mick yelled drunkenly to Frank from a booth across the bar. "For cryin' out loud Mick, the place is fillen up. It's gonna be a madhouse. Take Paddy home, he's only five, he shouldn't be in here!" "Shit, he ain't hurtin' no one." Mick felt he was wearing Frank down. Frank had too many other things to deal with but he gave Mick one last look. Even as drunk as Mick was he knew that look and knew he better get Paddy home. Knowing when to quit, "Okay, okay," but as he turned under his breath he muttered, "Fuckin' old man." Mick weaved past a group of girls and turning around to whistle lost his footing then found himself stumbling catching himself on the edge of a creaking wood booth. He regained his balance aiming for the back room to only stumble through fifteen or so people to a pinball machine then propped himself against the wall. Woozy and fighting falling he scanned the room and found his son across a pool table. Paddy sat on a stack of four cases of beer intently watching a pool game. Through his vision obscured by half-dozen pints, as he'd been since Paddy's birth, Mick was struck by how beautiful and angelic his son was. As he grew older his hair was turning darker and more freckles appeared, but he still had those chubby cheeks, pug nose, infectious smile, and the sweetest laugh that turned into squeals so often Mick often wonder if he lived on the floor bent over laughing. Sometimes Mick thought Paddy might sprout angle wings and fly away. "Daddy, daddy," Paddy yelled waving at Mick from across the table. Mick smiled at his son and gave a small wave. How he loved the boy. "Daddy, come here," Paddy yelled, waving for Mick to come to him. With all his might Mick pushed himself from the wall and without touching the pool table and dodging the players and the pool sticks made it to his son without incident. "Daddy, do you have green on?" Paddy asked looking his father up and down. "What son," Mick asked trying to concentrate. "Turn around daddy, I wanna see if you have green on," Paddy said reaching over with his small hands trying to force his father to turn around. Finally understanding Mick turned around being very carefully not to trip on his own feet. "Daddy, you don't have green on," Paddy clapped his hands and squealed with delight. "Give me your hand, give me your hand." Mick, suddenly as excited as his son, raised his hand and watched as Paddy reached out and with his small fingers dug into the skin on the top of his hand. When he'd gotten a small fold of skin between his thumb and his forefinger he looked up at his father and clenched his teeth, screwed his face tight, and gave a great big growl and pinched Mick. Paddy softening his features let go of his father's hand and started clapping, laughing, and yelled, "If you don't have green on for St. Patrick's Day you get pinched." Mick couldn't help it but he started laughing as loud as his son. He'd forgot about the schoolyard prank. His son got him all right. He turned towards Paddy and wanting to lift him up and hug him, but knowing he was too drunk and might fall over, bent down resting his hand on Paddy's leg. He tried to look into Paddy's emerald green eyes but he had his arms around his stomach bent over still laughing. "You got me son, you sure did." "Daddy, you're so funny, you didn't wear green today," still laughing finally sitting up. "I forgot silly, you were supposed to remind me. I guess that means I should pinch you huh." He said half teasing. "Noooo." Paddy screamed trying to remove his leg from under his father's hand. "Okay, okay sport. Just joking. Guess it's good you got those beautiful green eyes huh. No pinches for you." "No pinches for me," Paddy said proud of himself. Father and son watched the game. Mick put his arm around Paddy and snuggled close to the boy. Both were happy. Both loved each other immensely. ********** Paddy woke with a start. That fucked up cat again. Someone should put it out of its misery. How mangy can it get? He held his breath being as quiet as possible struggling to hear his fathers labored breathing in the next room. There it was. He was so afraid one night it wouldn't be there. Yet, until recently, when he'd read an article on death and dying, he'd finally been able to put a finger on his feelings that had been building over the years. Listing to his dads breathing he thought, he wondered, was he afraid because his dad would be dead and it would be sad not to have a dad and to be alone, or was he afraid he'd feel relief? No, it was a sin to want your dad dead. No matter what, you had to love him. Paddy tried to sleep but that dam mangy cat kept him awake. He drifted in that netherworld of dream and reality. In daylight, in school, he learned about purgatory. Was dreaming purgatory Paddy wondered? The St. Patrick's Day dream. The Saint I was named after. How misdirected that was. How that night changed everything. How happy dad was. How I loved him. I know he loves me but why can't he show it. Why must he be disappointed in me? Why does he only use my mouth and asshole and nothing more? I am not ashamed of myself. Why is he? ********** "Mick, wake up. Time to go. Closin," It was Frank. He was shakin' me lookin' down at me. "Didn't see ya back in. Were closin.' Gets up. How'd you get 'n the corner?" I tried standing up, pushin' up with my hands, but didn't have much luck. I fell back to the ground hittin' my head on the wall. "Here. Let me help," Frank leaned in, grabbed under one arm and lifted me up. Quickly I was leaning against the wall looking into his face. The bar was quiet. No music and the lights were up. I felt wobbly but not drunk. My mouth was dry. I tried to remember what happened. "How long I been here Frank?" "Don't know. I didn't see ya come back," he said placing glasses and bear bottles in a tub. My mind cleared a little and I remembered. "Where's Paddy!" I panicked. Frank snapped around. "Frank, where's Paddy! He was here. Last thing I remember we were watching pool. He was sitting on those boxes. We were together." I was running around the pool table panicked. Frank was running around squawking he'd not seen him. What was I talkin' about? He'd told me to take him home. "Shut up Frank, shut up! Let me think. I have to think. Goddam, SHUT UP!" Frank stopped in his tracks and stared at me. What happened, what happened? We were watching the pool game. Paddy pinched me and we'd laughed. I was smashed. I had to clear my head before we walked home. What happened, what happened? GODDAM IT! GODDAM IT! GODDAM IT! That's right. Oh shit, that's right. I started nodding off. I was watching the game and started falling asleep. Goddam long days at the plant. Too much beer. I was nodding off and Paddy was giggling. Oh yeah. Shit! But where's Paddy? He can't be far. Goddam phones shrieking. "Goddam it Frank, get the Goddam phone!" "Don't take God's name 'n vain Mick," Frank half mumbled as he walked to the phone. Where is Paddy! Think! Shit! He talked for a moment then called out, "Mick, it's for you." Racking his mind Mick realized it could be about his son and sprinted to the phone. "Mick, it's Ray Watson. You know, Rudy Watson's son. I tried to wake you. You were passed out in the corner and hey, wanted you to know Paddy was all alone and sleeping on the boxes so me and some of the guys, you know, we were playing pool and such, so we brought him home. Nothin' big. Figured he needed a bed to crash in for a while. I live about five blocks away on Franklin. If you wanna come over it's 135A Franklin." As Ray spoke Mick almost burst into tears. Of course he knew Ray. He worked with Rudy. Everyone knew everyone in the neighborhood. Thank goodness we take care of our own. "135A Franklin. I'll be right there. Thanks so much Ray." Mick hung up the phone and rushed out without much more than thanks to Frank. Being 2:00 in the morning there was no traffic to worry about but the biting cold, snow and ice put a damper on the speed Mick desperately wanted to have. By 2:20 he was ringing Ray's doorbell. Ray Watson was a massive man. On the telephone knowing his son was in his care the image brought comfort to Mick. As Ray opened the door Mick felt intimidated. Of course it didn't help that Ray was wearing only tight white underwear. As Mick entered the apartment he was surprised to see four other guys sitting around the tiny living room in various states of undress. "Mick, I think you know Ben and Carl. This over here is Miguel and his brother Jorge." "Where's Paddy Ray?" Mick said barley looking at the guys embarrassed at their half-naked bodies. "Other room sound asleep. Bushed little guy. Had a big night," Ray said as he pointed towards the back of the apartment. Mick immediately turned, left the room, walked down the short hallway and looking into the first room saw under a dimmed light a big bed and Paddy asleep. He walked to the head of the bed and a tremendous sense of relief washed over him as he watched his son breathing peacefully. He carefully sat on the bed making sure not to disturb him and tucked the loosely wrapped blanket into his body. Taking Paddy in Mick brushed his fingers across his forehead moving some stray hairs aside as feelings of shame and embarrassment for his behavior overwhelmed him. How he'd let his son down. How could he let strangers take him home like this? What might have happened to him without his protection? Tears formed and as his lower eyelids forced pools to collect, Paddy's face blurred and formed weird shapes until Mick blinked and wet streaks ran down his cheeks. His head fell down, his chin hitting his chest, and he felt unworthy. When his son needed protecting, he failed. Mick promised himself he'd never fail again. "Daddy, daddy, why you crying," came a small and sleepy voice then Mick felt Paddy's hand on his hair. Mick looked up and Paddy's hand slipped away falling to the bed. "Daddy don't cry," came a stronger less sleepy voice as Paddy stretched a little. "I see you guys are doing okay," came Ray's voice from the hallway. "Uncle Ray?" Paddy said as he moved to his side straining to look around Mick. "Hey champ. You okay," the voice from behind asked. "Yes Uncle Ray, but daddy's crying." Mick pulling up his jacket sleeve, wiped his eyes and nose with his shirtsleeve and halfway turned to Ray and looking at a wall, "Were fine, everything's okay." "Just checking. If you need anything let me know," and Ray left towards the other guys. Mick turned back to Paddy, Ray's appearance on his mind. Paddy had sat up in bed and Mick was startled to see he didn't have his shirt or t-shirt on. "Where's your shirts?" Paddy looked around the bed and only shrugged. He lifted the blanket thinking they might be hiding but saw nothing, "Maybe with my pants." Shocked Mick lifted the blanket and saw, except for his socks, Paddy was naked. What the fuck? "Paddy, where your cloths!" Paddy, not acting concerned shrugged again. What the fuck? Mick rushed to the light switch and turned the dimmer up, searched the room for his cloths but didn't find them. There must be a rational explanation. Don't get excited Mick. You fucked up tonight. Ray did you a favor remember that. They're probably drying somewhere. He sat back down next to Paddy. "Daddy, what's wrong?" Stay calm. Nothings wrong. "Nothing Paddy. Just trying to find your cloths. Sure, you don't remember. Did you get them wet? Did Uncle Ray take them off?" Paddy shrugged again. But something was different. Something was different with Paddy. His shrug was different. "Are you telling me the truth?" This time he didn't move. "Tell me the truth, did Ray take them off?" Immediately an imperceptible smile appeared. Then from nowhere the giggles started and he fell on his side. Grabbing him by his arms Mick propped him up. "Paddy, this isn't funny, did Uncle Ray take your cloths off? Where are they? What happened?" Seeing the seriousness in his dad's eyes, "No daddy, I took them off. We were playing games and I took them off. It was fun. I don't know were they are." Mick was confused. Okay. Don't overreact. "What kind of games?" "They're secret unless you wanna play." "What?" "Secret animal games. Only little boys are special enough to play. I really like the games. Uncle Ray teaches good. I like him but sometimes the other Uncles played hard. But that's okay because Uncle Ray got mad and made them stop." "And you play these games with no cloths on." "You're silly daddy. How else?" "But not everyone plays the game?" Mick asked confused. "I told you daddy. Uncle Ray says maybe you won't wanna play. He's says girls can't play." "How come?" Paddy shrugged, "I dunno." "And you took your own cloths off." Paddy nodded, "I was hot and Uncle Ray said they might get dirty." "How could you get dirty?" "Everything okay in here." It was Ray again. "Hey sport, you doin' okay." This time Ray wasn't behind Mick but he felt him to the side and above. "Oh yes, I'm great. I was telling daddy about the game." "Oh were you now. I thought that was gonna be our secret," Ray said with no hint of anger with Paddy and actually teasing him. "Yes, Paddy was," but as Mick was going to continue he was turning to look up at Ray and not three feet away hung what was one of the longest thickest soft dicks arching over the most impossibly large balls Mick had ever seen. His dick must have been at least 5 inches long and 2 inches wide. It was impossible to imagine it's mushroom shaped head getting any larger. The tube perfectly cut with a beautifully colored light brown scar and quarter inch veins coursing down it. His balls and his pubic hair were shaved. His balls hung low but because of their golf ball size and his muscled thighs, the soft long thick dick hung up and out like a beach house on stilts. "Mick, hey Mick, you okay?" Ray said as his hand shook Mick's shoulder. He was aware of Ray's voice and his shaking hand on his shoulder. However, his senses focused on the obscenely flopping dick. "Daddy!" Paddy hollered in his ear followed by a hit on his other shoulder. As he turned he was staring directly into his son's eyes, "What?" However, his son's needs were secondary as soon as he saw him standing there with no cloths. Mick suddenly felt nauseas. Everything was too much. His son was nude in a semi-strangers house. Ray in the nude standing so close he could smell his unwashed monstrous cock and balls. "Can we play games again?" "What?" "Can I play with Uncle Ray again?" He wants to play with Uncle Ray again. What? This was a nightmare. I was in a nightmare. My stomach was hurting and I was sweating fierce. "Yeah Mick, can we play games?" Ray said directly above me. I didn't dare move. "You wanna play with Ray again." Had something happened to my son? Was I gonna throw up? Paddy nodded enthusiastically. "Ray, are we gonna see Paddy again or not? It's almost time for my shift." Came a voice from behind Mick. I put my head in my hands to steady myself. My stomach ached. Mick felt Ray's hand on his shoulder and his body's pressure as he bends down, "Mick, you okay bud? Shit, you don't look good. Jorge, I think Mick needs some fresh air. Take him out front for a minute." Mick was pulled backwards and though in knots, he felt lifted, transported, and was suddenly in the hallway looking into the bedroom. Confusion reigned as he left Paddy with Ray and made his way to the front stoop and breathed deep. He bent over resting his hands on his knees trying to clear his head. He looked up at the dead quite street trying to take stock of the situation. Time to get Paddy and go home. It'd been a long night. Obviously, he was tiered and sick and Paddy needed his sleep. He'd find Paddy's cloths and they'd be off. Whatever games they wanted to play could wait for another time. Mick stood up holding onto the railing for balance taking deep breaths staring at the stars. After a few minutes he felt like he'd live. It was time to get Paddy and go. He found Jorge and the others as he went in exactly as when he'd first arrived-sitting around bullshitting half dressed. "Mick, here sit down. Ray's gettin' Paddy dressed. They'll be right out," Jorge said as he was patting the couch between him and Miguel. Still feeling queasy Mick felt relief Ray was dressing Paddy to leave so he sat down between the two brothers. He'd seen Jorge and Miguel around of course, but he wasn't familiar with them or their family. Of course he knew Ben and Carl. They'd all gone to high school together which seemed a lifetime ago but was no-it couldn't be. Shit! It was only six years ago. He couldn't help but notice Ben and Carl were both in boxers with Ben in a red Brewers t-shirt and Carl in a wife beater. Both Jorge and Miguel stunk like shit! They had their arms slung over the backs of the couch almost behind him and shit if it didn't smell like they hadn't put on deodorant for a week. God look at them. They're hairy as apes, both of them. Shit, how'd they get those builds? Guess hard work at the factories. Boy, how did they wear those bikini things? Shit, they must be uncomfortable ridin' high like that. And boy those yellow and orange colors are ugly. What they got packed in there. Shit! I don't want to think about it. "Daddy, daddy," Paddy said runnin' from the hallway and jumped onto his fathers lap. Mick was shocked. Paddy was still naked. "Paddy, where are your cloths? I thought you're gettin' dressed," Mick said stroking his son's back. "No daddy, Uncle Ray and I were playing games. I was having fun. Wanna see?" Paddy rose off his fathers lap. "I don't think your father wants to see Paddy sit down," Ray said in a commanding voice walking into the room. Paddy immediately sat down on his fathers lap. Like Paddy Mick expected to see Ray dressed and was shocked to see him nude, or at least with out his underwear, but was astonished to see his dick, though somewhat soft, a couple inches longer than he'd seen before, disgustingly red, wet, and glistening. "Common Ray, let the boy show him. Who knows, Mick might like it," Carl piped up from across the room. Ray sat in an easy chair almost directly across from Mick obscenely spreading his legs allowing his balls free reign falling directly to the vinyl and his cock to rest pointing straight at Mick. Mick and Ray kept their eyes locked on each other for a moment, trying to feel the other out; eventually Mick dropping his eyes. As Mick looked at the floor Ray started to speak in serious tone. "Mick, maybe Carl's right. Now I don't want you to freak out. I think you should know something. We was mindin' our own business playing pool when I hadta' go to the bathroom and I run into Paddy in one of the stalls. He was in there crying all alone because you were passed out in the corner. That right Paddy." Paddy didn't say anything or react. "So I finished my business and brought him out to the guys. Paddy clung to me for the rest of the night. He didn't even want to look your way." Mick, envisioning Ray's story heart sank. "Around 10:00 we decided to leave, shit, too many yuppies and all. You were still out cold so I decided to bring Paddy home with me. I put a note in your pocket." Mick pushed his hands into his jacket pockets and not finding anything reached up into his flannel shirt pocket and dug out a piece of paper. Ray had written a note telling him Paddy was okay and giving him his address and phone #. Mick felt like a bigger fool. "So I bundled him up and started carrying him home but it was too cold and he was shivering so I stopped, unzipped my jacket then threw him under my shirt and stuff and soon he was laying flat against my chest. We were about two blocks away when all of a sudden I feel his lips on my tit. You know this one right here." By this time, Paddy had leaned back against Mick, grabbed his arm, and thrown it around his small body. As Ray told his story, both watched with rapt attention as he raised a hand to his tit and squeezed. "Then remember this Paddy, you actually put your small little tongue out and started licking my nipple. I stopped dead in my tracks. The guys were looking at me givin' the strangest looks. Little did they know I had I had the cutest tyke in the world," and Ray raised his arm and pointed a finger at Paddy, "and I mean you muffin, lickin' my nipple." Paddy let out a squeal of delight then unexpectedly Mick realized his arm was lying against his son's hard cocklet and he abruptly moved it away. Maybe Paddy was having a dream Mick thought. Maybe he was reliving his babyhood and thinkin' of his mothers titties. After all, Ray's pecs are huge. His nipples are mammoth. That's it! His sleepy son was in a warm dark place, could have been dreaming and mistook Ray's nipples for his mothers. Of course, that's the answer. "So we walked home, me not telling the guys your little one there was suckin' my tit the whole way. The only problem though was once we got in the door it was hard not to notice this log pointin' down my pants leg," Ray said pickin' up his cock and givin' it a few tugs. "Shit you know, Paddy's got me going sucking my tit and all. Who can blame me right?" Pointing his cock at me for weight. "So, I sat down in this same chair and tried to ease Paddy from under my cloths but he wouldn't budge. He was hooked to my nipple like a calf to their mother's tit. I was embarrassed but I had to unzip, unbutton and take everything off, except of course my pants, to get to him. When the guys saw they freaked. Your," and he raised his hand again pointing at Paddy, "little one there was suckin' like an animal. He was like a plunger on this tit here," pointing to the offending breast. "Lucky I don't have a hickey. I tried pushing him off me and that's when I realize he's asleep. Shit I think. The tykes sleep suckin. Is it like sleepwalkin' we're thinking? Can we wake him up or what?" I couldn't take it any longer, "Ray, fuck, what is this shit? Sleep suckin." All of a sudden, everyone is falling everywhere laughing. "You expect me to believe what? What are you sayin'? What's this have to do with Paddy runnin' around naked?" There's a riot in the room. Paddy is still in my lap and he's laughing a little but I could tell he was kinda taken in by the story. "Shit Mick, I was just joshin' you. I've never been good at tellin' stories like that. Shit, can't believe I kept a straight face. Shit, sleep suckin'," he yelled out slapping his knee his cock bouncing dramatically. "Can you see that? Shit, I need that girlfriend. What a slut she'd make. Need to give her a sleepin' pill and she'd be the perfect bitch. Make her my wife." Everyone busts up. Even I can't help from laughin.' "Okay, okay, enough of the tall tales," Ray says once things quieted down. "Paddy, it's real late. I bet even with that nap you're tiered. Shit, we should get a move on. Why don't you do what you did for the guy's and me tonight and do a little dance? You know, here in the middle of the floor. Hey Carl, turn up the music." Ray said smiling starting to clap his hands to a beat. "No Carl, that's okay. No dancing.' We gotta go." Mick said. "Common Paddy. It's okay. Just a small dance for us. Your dad doesn't mind do you Mick? I mean, after all we did for you tonight one last dance isn't asking too much is it?" Paddy sitting on my lap turned and looked up at me, "I liked dancing before daddy. Please daddy." Mick was not happy about this. It was time to go. He looked up at Ray and was not happy over the influence he had over his son. "Okay son. If you wanna go ahead." Carl grabbed the remote and turned up the music-which was an up-tempo country tune-and the rest of the guys started clapping. I wanted to hold Paddy to me and stop this insanity, but struggling against the arm I couldn't bare to relax, he left my grasp laughing and clapping. There was yelling and encouragement as me moved around the room performing childish dance moves. He jumped up and down, his little penis, no more than two inches long, hard and bouncing to the beat. Soon he was twirling around like a top bouncing himself off everybody's knees becoming dizzy and falling to the floor. He lay there for a moment staring at the ceiling, hands overhead, his little outty belly button rushing up and down as he sucked in deep breaths. "Hey Paddy, it sure is hot in here," said Carl as he pulled his wife beater off, "how about you help me with these boxers." I watched Paddy get up off the floor and walk to Carl. What the hell. This had gone far enough. I started to get off the couch when suddenly Jorge and Miguel's arms drop off the back of the couch, around my shoulders both putting me in chokeholds, their other hands grabbing my arms, all holding me down into the couch. Both were much stronger then me and I was no match for two of them. "What the shit guys. Let me up." Paddy turned, "Daddy?" "Mick, what's wrong," Ray said looking back and forth to Paddy and I. "Nothin' bad is gonna happen. Just a little fun right Paddy? A few fun and games." Shit! Shit! Fuck! I'm stuck here and I can't scare him. "I'm okay son. Were just wrestling." "Paddy, remember me. Help me with these will yah." Carl said raising his ass pushing his boxers down. Paddy walked the few steps lookin' at me a couple of times, then putting his small hands on the bottom of Carl's boxers gave a big pull and almost fell flat on his ass with the boxers wrapped around his face. "Thanks champ, that feels so much better," said Carl as he lewdly spread his legs, lifted and scratched his balls, and manipulated his uncut cock. Paddy stood up intently watching Carl playing with his cock. "Champ, remember the animal game?" Carl asked. "Why don't you show us what a rabbit does?" Paddy immediately jumped around the room like a bunny rabbit. "How about a hyena. What does a hyena do?" Paddy threw his head back and gave us a high laugh. "That's right champ. You have the sweetest little boy laugh you do. Now what about an ostrich. What does an ostrich do?" Paddy immediately bent over spreading his legs wide and put his head on the floor. "That's right. They put their heads in the sand. Remember what you did last time. You moved in a circle and showed every one your head in the sand." Carl had first seen Paddy's head in the sand, which meant Ben got to see the kid's ass; legs spread wide sticking in the air. He then turned to Mick, Jorge and Miguel and showed them his head in the sand and Ray got to see his ass. Paddy then showed Ben his head in the sand and Mick was thunderstruck to see Ben with his 7-inch rock-hard cock sticking out his fly lewdly jacking off. Then Paddy turned to show Ray his head in the sand and when Paddy's spread ass went up in the air and Mick saw his asshole for the first time that night it took all the strength Jorge and Miguel had to hold him down. It also took every bit of self-control Mick had not to scream in anguish. Paddy's asshole was cherry red, engorged, moist, and dilated at least 1 inch. "That was great Paddy. Now how about a lion. What sound does a lion make?" Carl asked as he was fully jacking off his 8 inch uncut cock. Paddy fully into the game made a great big roar. "Paddy, your gonna be the best little animal in your kindergarten class next year. Now what does a lion eat?" Mick almost made it off the couch this time as he watched Paddy run over to Carl and sucked his cock into his small little boy mouth. Breathlessly Carl said, "That's right Paddy, meat, lion's eat meat." Mick watched in horror as his son climbed onto the chair and took more of Carl's cock into his small boy mouth. "That's it champ, ah you have the best lion's mouth in the world." Paddy pushed Carl's cock in a couple inches stretching his mouth over his cockhead. His hands wrapped around the base for balance. He worked his head up and down slowly trying his best to accommodate the mans organ inside his small boys mouth. Mick was frustrated, mad, entranced, and confused watching his son's willing participation in his rape. How could this be? Physical and mental exhaustion from the day were taking its toll. This wasn't real. The pain from Jorge and Miguel's great strength was getting to him. "Ben get over there, I think it's time for Mick to see a real show," Ray said looking steely into Mick's eyes. Mick watched as Ben got out of his chair, dropped his boxers, spit into his hand, and rubbed it into his dick on his way to Paddy. When he'd got to him, Carl had his hand on the back of Paddy's head and another on his shoulder. Ben lifted Paddy's ass and lined his dick up to his enflamed asshole. "Ben, shit, I know the kids opened up but spit's not gonna do it. Use this." Ray said as he threw him a jar of Vaseline. Ben turned catching the Vaseline and popping the lid, dipped his fingers into it and coated his dick. As Ben pushed his dick into Paddy's waiting hole Mick again drained greatly needed strength fighting Jorge and Miguel to get off the couch. He watched Ben push his 7-inch cock into his son thankful he was not too thick, was lubed up, and appeared considerate. From Mick's vantage, Paddy didn't seem to mind the invasion and sucked Carl's cock even deeper. He liked Carl's hand on the back of his head. Carl seemed to be forcing Paddy onto his cock. Paddy was making soft little baby moans. Could that be? He was enjoying himself. Could he be moving back each time Ben removed his cock. Could he want more? Could he want fucking? He was moaning louder. Ray was smiling a sick ass smile. "Your kids a cum whore Mick. We found ourselves a 5-year-old slut. Who knew? Look at him go. Shit, if you weren't a drunk we'd never have found him. Look at him ride Ben's cock. I've had him twice tonight. Shit, didn't you notice the puddle of cum where he sat on your leg? He's a cum whore Mick. A find he is. He's great." Mick had been so intent on Paddy's performances he hadn't noticed his jeans and Ray was right. They were sopping wet. Was that all cum He looked up at Ray and only saw his huge cock. How could his son take Ray's cock twice tonight? It must be 10 inches long. It's almost a fourth of Paddy's height. How could Paddy get that in his ass? "He was beggin' for it the second time Mick. Of course, I've had to force it him and all. He was screaming like a whore. Surprised you didn't hear him out front. Screaming real loud he was. Shit, he's got small hips and a real small hole-even for a kid. But he takes it like a champ. Better than most girls and fags. But once it's in em, they love it. Your kid sure love's it. Shit, the minute you went outside he was all over me. Had to get you out of there or I would have porked you. Shit, look at him. What a slut. He needs it. Baby Slut we'll call him from now on." How can my son, my Paddy ride Ben's cock? Most adults can't take the punishment his body's taking. Look at the pounding he's taking. Shit, how Ben get his cock in there all the way. Paddy's moaning. My poor little boy is moaning. Oh my god! Carl's cuming. Look at Paddy drinking it down. He's swallowing it. I don't know many girls who swallow. Shit, his mother didn't swallow and Paddy's drinking it down. My god Ben's pounding him to hell and he's cuming to. Shit, how's Paddy taking it? Finally, Ben pulls out and Carl's takes his cock from Paddy's mouth. "What do kitty cats do champ," Carl asks. Paddy starts licking his cock, "That's right kiddo, thy clean up their messes. Don't forget my bush and balls." I watched as my son used his tiny tongue to give Carl a thorough crotch cleaning. "Great job Champ. Don't forget Ben over there." Ben had walked back to his chair, sat down and spread his legs. I watched in amazement as Paddy crosses the room and cleans Ben seemingly spending even more time on the dick that had been in his ass. Finishing with Ben, he turns around and standing between his legs leans back against the chair. He surveys the room like the king of the forest and smiles at me. I can't help but smile back. I hurt like hell. Jorge and Miguel won't let up. "So what you think Mick?" Ray asked, "Paddy, you having fun." Paddy nodded. "Paddy, I want you to tell your dad exactly why you like sucking lion meat and let us put them in you. Do you like our juice?" Ray asked. Paddy with a look of serious concentration walked over to me. Standing in between my legs, he reached back and scratched or played with his asshole for a moment then moved from one foot to another. "It's okay boy. You're dad won't be mad. Tell him the truth. The truth is always better than lying." Ray said. Paddy looked up at me then to Miguel then back to me, "Mm, well. Mm. I didn't know this game daddy. It's fun. It feels good. Now I know it can I play it lots?" What do I say to him? "Son, it's not a game adult's and boys should play. Ray and these guys can get in trouble. It's against the law. It's like stealing and stuff." Paddy thought for a moment, "But daddy, I go in bars and you give me beer. You and Frank tell me I break rules all the time." There had to be more to say. Mick felt trapped. He was tiered. No, he was exhausted and closed his eyes. Suddenly he was aware of movement on his crotch. Opening his eyes he saw his son's hands pushing on his jeans covered cock, kneading it, playing with it. He looked across the room at Ray whose triumphant grin sickened him. No, he had to fight this. He closed his legs tight forcing his naked son halfway down his thighs. "Paddy, this is wrong. Sons and fathers can't have sex together. We can't Paddy. You shouldn't do this. God help me! Please let me up guys. I wanna hug my son and stop him. This can't be happening." "But daddy why not. I like feeling good. I want to make you feel good. Please daddy. Please! I made everyone else feel good. I like being a lion eating meat. Please daddy!" I was so tiered. How could this be happening tonight? Where had my little angel gone? Paddy backed out, went between Miguel's legs and began crawling up towards his father. On the way, much to Mick's dismay and Miguel's encouragement and delight, he gave more than a few playful squeezes to Miguel's tightly packed cock and balls and ran his hands through his very hairy stomach and chest. After what seemed like an eternity to Mick, Paddy ended up on all fours-hands on this father's legs and knees between Miguel's legs. Paddy looked up at his father. "Daddy, I love you daddy. You're still not wearing green daddy. Can I pinch you again?" "But it's not St. Patrick's Day anymore honey," Mick smiled. Is my boy back? "Can I show you what Ray taught me daddy?" Oh shit, oh no? "I guess so son." Paddy grabbed Mick's jacket and crawling up placing his knee's on Mick's legs and looking squarely into his eye's he moved in and touched his lips to his fathers. Mick and Paddy had kissed many times. Father and son kisses. Father's lips to boys lips. A boy lips one-fourth the size of father's lips. Boy's lips softer, plumper, wetter, redder. Father's lips harder, thinner, slightly chapped, sandy. But this was no peck. Paddy kept his lips to Mick's. Mick tensed but this was his son. How could he be tense with his son kissing him? He loved Paddy more than anything in the whole world. If Paddy wanted to kiss him on the lips then let him. He could kiss him as long as he wanted. Then Paddy's tongue swiped between Mick's lips. Before Mick could react, it swiped again. Simultaneously Paddy's face turned slightly and Mick heard him take a deep breath then he pushed his tongue past Mick's lips, invaded his mouth, and Mick let out a deep unnerving groan. Any fight Mick had left against Ray, Miguel, Jorge, Carl, Ben, or his son escaped with that first kiss. Ray signaled for Miguel and Jorge to release Mick and immediately his hands went around his son. He was lost in a haze. All love for his son transferred to his tongue and they began a tender duel. Nerve endings came alive as four hands explored territory with new meaning. Shines emerged as pores expressed deep seeded love turned to heat. Both father and son were lost to any another world but there own. Slowly they were brought out of they're newfound passion by the sound of clapping. Ray started and the others joined in. Paddy stood between his fathers legs, turned and started small bows and Mick hid behind him embarrassed. "Were not quite done here," Ray said. "There are still some guys which need to finish up with Paddy before their shifts start. Then you two lovebirds can finish up in the middle of the floor, which I'm sure we'd all love to see, or in my bed, or off to home with the two of you. But Paddy's got some unfinished business, don't ya kid?" Mick wasn't thrilled, "Ray, I think we're done for the night. You've all had your fun and now Paddy needs to get to bed." "I'm tiered Uncle Ray. Can I go to sleep?" "Not yet Paddy. Some meat you gotta eat first. A good slut needs to learn manners. No sleep until all meat is eaten. Now get in the middle of the floor." Paddy turned around to his father. "Daddy, I'm tiered. I don't wanna. Can we go home?" "Sure son. Let's get you're cloths okay?" Next thing Paddy knew Ray had Paddy in his hands and Ben and Carl were sitting on either side of him with Mick in much the same hold Jorge and Miguel had on him earlier. "Uncle Ray, Uncle Ray, put me down. I'm tiered. I wanna go home okay." "Now, now Paddy. This won't take to long. Just gotta take care of us one more time. You're dad is gonna be here. He's right over they're watchin.' Tell him it's okay Mick." Mick was furious. Fuck, fuck. He was gonna kill Ray. God, look at that dick on him. Was he expecting to fuck Paddy with that thing again? It looked like a bat. Where was he gonna put it." "Paddy, it's okay. You're gonna be fine. It will be over soon. As Ray said, you like it right. You told me it felt good right. Plus hey, you already did it once with everybody so it should be real easy right." Paddy looked like he was hit by a rock. I'd let him down. I was supposed to protect him and he didn't wanna do this. I was supposed to stop this. He was tiered and wanted to go home. I promised myself I wouldn't fail him again. "Daddy, I don't wanna. I'm tiered. I don't wanna I tell you." I had no choice, I was gonna die in this hold. I was exhausted and hurting and after all Paddy did like it and it was kinda nice watching it and shit. I wonder if Ray could stick that thing up Paddy's ass. Shit, what am I thinking? "Common Ray. We'll come on back tomorrow night." "Now Paddy, it won't take to long and shit, your dad doesn't mind. I think he kinda likes watchin.' I think you could let him watch you take care of us then go home and take care of him. I think he'd like that. What you say?" Ray said trying to be nice and not force himself on Paddy. Oh fuck, goddam it. Why'd Ray say that? "Oh Paddy, shit, goddam it Ray. Paddy, just do it. Let's get out of here." Paddy looking down at the ground thinking for a moment then sticking out his bottom lip pouting, "Okay, but only if daddy helps." I felt like the wind was knocked out of me. "I want my daddy to play with my butt first." I almost had a heart attack. "Ben and Carl let Mick up," Ray said triumphantly. "Mick, get your cloths off and get over here." I was let go and got up off the couch. Paddy got a sudden burst of energy, started dancing around the room, and then yanked at my pants. "Guys, help Mick get out of his cloths. Otherwise, it could take all night." Soon my jacket, shirt and t-shirt were off and my pants were unbuttoned. I already felt naked with more to come. I was grateful for the chair to sit in as Ben started unlacing my boots and slipped off my socks. The guys new I'd be slow if left to my own devices and within minutes my jeans and underwear was off and I was standing in the middle of the room naked. "Kneel on the floor Mick," Ray said. Shit, no foreplay with this guy. Here I was worried Paddy was gonna be raped and it was me forced into it. I fell to my knees. "Paddy, suck your dad's cock." Ray said. Oh my god! Oh my god! Paddy fell to his knees and without even looking at me put my soft cock into his mouth and sucked on it. I was gonna burn in hell. I could think of nothing else but dying. I thought of Sister Francis 1 (the mean one) and Sister Francis 2 (the real ugly one). I thought of burning in hell. I thought of anything I could but my son down below me with my cock in his mouth. I opened my eyes and surrounding me were five hard cocks pointing at my face with five fists massaging them. "Suck your daddy's cock Paddy." "Suck it slut boy." "What a daddy whore you got Mick." "Shit you're lucky Mick." "Yeah, real fuck'n fag in the family." They were cumin' at me left and right. I was thinkin' of every bad, ugly and horrible thing I could to not get hard but it was a loosing battle. My son was too good. How could my five year old know how to suck so well? How could he take my cock into that small mouth? "Paddy, turn around. Shove that cock into your son's ass Mick. Shove it hard. I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes. Rape your son's ass." I looked up into Ray's eyes. How could he have so much hatred for Paddy and me? Paddy crawled around. He was so small. I'd have to pick his ass up to meet my cock or I'd have to sit on my feet. He looked over his shoulder sticking his ass up in the air. "Look at that sweet asshole Mick. Sweet like sugar. Rosy red. Puffy, wet and juicy. Just made for fucking. We've opened it nice and good for you. You can plow right in. No need to be nice. Push right in for us Mick. We wanna see you do it Mick. Rape your son for us. I know you wanna. You're hard as rock and drippin.' Do it Mick. Common." Ray kept at me and kept at me. "No guys. Please, I can't." Suddenly I fell to the side and backwards. I felt my cheek. Ray had bitch slapped me. "Daddy, daddy." Paddy was by my side. "Mick. Do it or we'll all do it one by one and you'll watch us. Do it or else." "Daddy, are you all right?" Paddy was by my side as I got to my knees. "Yes son. I'm fine." "What happened? What was that noise?" Paddy hadn't seen Ray slap me. I looked up at Ray at least thankful for one thing that night. "Nothing. I just fell back." "Do you wanna still play with my butt?" I looked at him feeling so ashamed. I wanted to tell him no. I looked up at Ray and slowly at the other guys. Paddy was also looking at them. I looked at their cocks and I saw Paddy looking. It was then I noticed my cock was still rock hard. I was still turned on. "Yes son, I still wanna." "Paddy reached down, squeezed my dick, and smiled up at me." He moved to his hands and knee's then stuck his butt in the air and I saw that wonderful hole again. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Son, look at the floor. I'm sorry if this hurts okay." "Okay daddy. I don't mind. Uncle Ray's hurts." "Still, look at the floor and it will be over soon, okay?" I looked up and saw all five of them furiously beating their meats. "Ray, where's the Vaseline?" "No, I wanna watch without it." "Please Ray, he's only five." "Use spit." "Please Ray. I'm his father. Don't make me do this." "It's either you or us. Spit!" I looked at my son looking so small so close to the floor, cleared my throat, spit into my hand, and played with my cock trying to get it as spunked up as possible. I lubed my son's ass. "Remember Mick. I wanna see it in there and out as fast as possible or I swear were all gonna fuck him as rough as we can." "Hold on son. I love you." "Okay daddy. I love you to." I lifted Paddy's ass up about a foot placing both of his dangling legs on both sides of me. I lined my dick up with his asshole. I looked up into the faces of the guys around me and into Rays last. "Do it Mick," Ray said. "Yeah, rape that whore." "Fuck your slut." "Rape your son." "Fuck that boy." "Rape your boy." "Rape Paddy!" Everything swirled around me. Paddy's ass was in the air and his head was banging on the ground. He wasn't happy. He was yelling at me to stop it. He wanted to get down. I was in a panic. Everyone was yelling at me. I'd had enough. It was all five of them or me. I touched my cock to his asshole and like a torpedo it shot in. Paddy went stiff as a board and for a second the room fell silent then a shriek like I'd never heard before escaped from Paddy. "Pull it out, shove it in, pull it out, shove it in." Ray started shouting. I did just that. Just like a machine. I pulled out then like another torpedo; I shoved it in my son's small hole. Ben had put his hand over Paddy's mouth trying to drown out his cries as I pounded my son's ass. I'd lost all sense of caring. I was lost in the joy of fucking. Soon he removed his hand and Paddy hung there and only grunted with each upward thrust. I was lost in fucking and watching the guys pounding their cocks around me. They closed ranks and were only feet around Paddy and I. They're pure masculine smell was overpowering. The smell of sweat and sex. The feel of small drops of pre-cum splattering against me. Things only minutes before I'd have lashed out against I were welcoming in my own sexual high. I looked down at my son who seemed lost in a haze of being used, abused and royally dicked. I looked back up and within inches from my lips was Ray's dick. He was fisting it, the cock head was plum red and angry looking, and immediately I was under its spell. The presence of his dick made mine harder, I could feel cum boil, and I knew it was a matter of minutes before I'd blow into my son's bowels. I was panting fixated on Ray's dick when I felt a spray of cum hit my cheek and quickly turned and saw Ben shooting on me. Another one hit my closed mouth then my chin then poured onto my chest and stomach. I felt another spray hit my chest, turned, and saw Miguel shooting across Paddy's back and hit my stomach and onto my cock, then another spray shot from another direction and I saw Jorge shoot. Both Miguel and Jorge were shooting rope after rope onto Paddy's back and into his hair. I watched in fascination as each man's seed fell onto my boy. "Mick." I turned and Rays cock, all 10 inches long and 4 inches wide was directly at my lips and without warning his hands were on the back of my head and he pushed his cock into my mouth and down my throat and I felt his cock dumping his load into me. Instantly, using my son like Raggedy Andy I dumped my load into his boy hole time after time bucking him almost into oblivion. Ray kept his hands in place throwing his weight into my throat panicking me. I struggled against him causing me to fuck my son even wilder forcing my throbbing dick more into his small rectum. Ray finally let me breath then pushed his dick farther into my throat. His cock heaved repeatedly until it discarded its last hint of batter down my throat. He then slowly withdrew a centimeter at a time raking its engorged head down my snot lined tongue and lips. Releasing me, I fell to the floor releasing Paddy from my own spent cock. I immediately cradled Paddy into my arms, holding him making sure he was all right. Sweat and cum clung to us. We caught our breath. I sat up to check him out. I tried to look into his eyes but he avoided mine. His face and arms had carpet burns and I was lucky his hips weren't dislocated. His asshole was torn up and he smelled like a whore. Everyone looked spent. Ray looked like the asshole he was. It was 5:00am. Without a word, I left Paddy lying in the middle of the floor; much like a sacrificial lamb, with everyone who'd returned to their chair's watching him and got dressed. "Where's Paddy's cloths," I said to no one in particular. "Behind Ray's chair," Ben said. I managed to get the cloths without looking at or touching Ray. I dressed Paddy who seemed barely recognizing my direction, picked him up, put him over my shoulder and headed towards the door. I'd opened the door and was almost halfway out when I heard the voice I was hoping not to hear again tonight. "Mick?" I turned around and looked at Ray. "That was fun. Let's do it again soon. You suck a mean cock and fuck your son real nice. Paddy seems to like it also. Think we'll be seeing lot's of each other." I looked at Ray with what was I'm sure a blank and exhausted look. He sat there seemingly without a care in the world with that monstrous body and cock and balls. I scanned the rest of the guys knowing they'd be expecting a lot of Paddy in the future. How could my little boy satisfy these men? On the other hand, after the show I've just witnessed, how could these men satisfy my little boy? The only things I knew this very moment were: 1. why couldn't Ray have let me out the door without hearing his voice once again? 2. Why was it so fuckin' cold out? and, 3. I wish to fuck I could put Paddy down because my dick was already freezing up from my un-dried cum. ********** 5:00 Am. Goddam alarm. Shit, I'm tiered. That dream again. Night after night. Gotta get up and get to Ray's. Every morning the same. The goddam best part of my day. I wonder who will be there today. Hope they all want my ass. Shit! Hope the old man didn't hear. Only if he'd join us more often. At least he let me take care of him last night. Oh well, gotta get a move on.