Date: Thu, 13 Aug 2009 00:00:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mason Campbell <masecam@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alix Michael and Daddy Chapter 3

This is a story with lots of sex between guys who like each other. If
you're not old enough to read it, that's a shame, or if it's not legal to
read this stuff where you live (shameful!), then please don't read it.

Thanks for all the comments. I hope this chapter is good too.


Chapter 3


I went a little nuts the next afternoon after school when I saw Daddy pull
up to the pick-up spot. I ditched my friends, I don't think I even said
bye. It was the longest we'd been apart since he brought me to live with
him. I bounced down to meet his car and saw Michael in the backseat beaming
adoringly.

Daddy must have flown out directly from his meeting because he still had on
a dark suit and blue silk tie. Michael was wearing his standard polo and
khakis, his tan messenger bag on the seat next to him.

"There's my little chicken," daddy laughed when I kangarooed into the
passenger seat. Michael took my backpack and we headed for home. I put my
head into daddy's side as he slipped his arm around me.

We pulled into the garage and words were lost. He leaned in to kiss me as
the door rolled down behind us. He pulled me over the seat and onto his
lap, my arms sliding around his neck.

Michael slipped out behind us with my backpack; he probably already had his
instructions. Daddy carried me out of the car and into the house. He threw
me over his shoulder, taking me up the stairs. I buried my head into his
neck, inhaling the mix of hard work and expensive cologne. He'd had his
haircut, probably this morning. I caught a hint of vodka, probably a drink
before the flight.

He tossed me on the bed and loosened his tie as I squirmed up to the
pillows, sliding my shoes off and tossing them against the chair. He took
off his coat and tossed it near my shoes. He slid off his black leather
shoes and then dove onto me. His hands slid up my shirt and eased it over
my head. His teeth, soft lips came down to find a nipple. It twisted a
little between incisors. I arched my back and laid my head against the
pillows. His arms moved around my back, lifting me slightly off the
comforter as he began to suck and twist at the small red nipples.

"Fuucckkk," I breathed out, closing my eyes as he worked them over,
bringing each one to full attention, sending waves of pleasure through my
limbs. One of my hands, maybe the right one, found his head and the fingers
worked their way through his hair. I was a little too lost to be concerned
with their endeavor.

His mouth made it way to the center of my chest, that hard spot between the
developing pecs I had been working on. He inhaled deeply, then turned his
head up to look at me. A full smile hovered just below two deeply wanting
eyes.

"My baby," he smiled. "You missed me?"

"Uhhh," I nodded, trying to push his head back into my chest. I could feel
my cock, full and hard pressing through my jeans against his chest. I
bucked my hips playfully, daddy just laughed.

"Patience, baby boy, daddy's not going anywhere," he stroked a hand across
my cheek and smiled up at me, "beautiful boy."

I turned my head slightly, my lips catching his finger. It slid in and
bumped against my waiting tongue and then just as quickly slipped out
before my teeth could coax it back.

Daddy lifted off of me and rolled onto his back. He scooted up against the
pillows and then patted his lap that already seemed occupied by a sizeable
tent in his dark pants. I scrambled up to my knees and undid the button at
the top of my jeans. I wiggled out of them and then slipped out of my socks
as daddy began to lose his own patience.

"Mmmm yeah," he put a hard finger in the middle of my chest and traced it
slowly down my smooth skin only to let it rest atop the band of my red and
gold briefs. My cock had strained them out but I knew he'd make me wait to
release it.

His finger retreated but was followed by two strong hands hooking under my
arms and lifting me up and over his lap. He drew his knees up and rested my
back against them, the position we normally used in the bathtub. He rubbed
his hands slowly up and down my back and then leaned up and kissed me.

The room was growing cold and, being the only naked one in the bed, I was
grateful for his warmth. He pushed my body into his and my butt skipped
over his raging cock. I felt a twitch in my hole, it missed daddy's tool. I
wanted it badly.

Daddy pressed his tongue between my lips as his left hand slipped down my
back and pushed at the band of my briefs. They gave willingly and I felt a
finger slide down between my cheeks. His lips wrestled mine, all the while
clear who the victor would be. I felt a finger slide around my hole, it
shivered and twitched, needing to be filled, that's why they call it a
hole. But the finger didn't stay long. I felt it slide back up to my neck.

Daddy kissed gently across my cheek and then nuzzled into my neck. I gasped
as his teeth brushed against my skin. He seized on the opportunity and
slipped the finger in between my lips. I sucked it, swirled my tongue
around it. He worked it in and out of my mouth a few times.

As he kissed up to my ear he slipped the finger out and it quickly worked
its way back down to my ass, leaving a slight of saliva down my back. Daddy
chewed playfully on my lobe as his finger began to work its way inside my
willing port.

"Uhhhh," I mumbled, lost in lust, my body delirious at his many touches. He
surrounded me, filled me and worked my body into a helpless shiver. I was
lucky to manage any sounds.

"You like that baby?"

"Uh huh."

"You want daddy inside you?"

"Uh huh."

"You want daddy to fuck your baby hole?"

"Uhhhhhhhh please fuck me," just then he bit softly against my neck. A
complete sentence, I was getting better at this.

He lifted me gently up onto my knees, twisted his body and reached for the
lube from the side table. He reached under me and unzipped his pants,
fishing his pole out from his boxers. The tip bounced up and hit against my
hole. "Ohhhh fuck... please... fuck... me, hard... daddy... fuck."

"Yeah baby, that's my boy," he growled as the lube flipped open with a
plastic smack. He worked a greasy finger into my hole and poured a good
amount onto his cock.

He lowered me back down and two strong hands grabbed at the sides of my
chest. I felt the tip push lazily against my ass. This would need some
guidance. I reached back and positioned it against my hole. I steadied
myself on it, hoping my eyes weren't bigger than my hole.

It took a very slow and deliberate amount of pushing but the tip slipped
inside me with a pop. Suddenly I was whole again. I'd gone a few days
without this; my body remembered it instantly. I slid down a few inches
before I realized I'd gone a little too far. I inhaled sharply and daddy
lifted me up a bit. It snapped me to reality soon enough to catch the look
in his eyes. He had been studying me the whole time. He knew I sometimes
got a little too eager.

"Ouch?," he smiled up at me. I nodded. "Ok slowwwww down baby," he
warned. I nodded again.

I didn't get the chance to slow down though. He held onto me firmly and
guided me down very slowly. I relaxed in his grip. He leaned up to kiss
me. He held me there, slowly entering inch by inch. The complete and warm
feeling spread over me. I lowered my head and whimpered softly into his
shirt. His body radiated warmth, sweat forming around his collar. I mouthed
at the fabric covering his shoulder, adding my own moisture.

"Mmm yeah," he whispered into my ear once I'd taken as much of him as he
knew I could handle.

He held me there and kissed at the top of my head approvingly.

"Ready?" he asked and then raised me up off his cock and then slowly
lowered me down again. We began to build up a rhythm, his cock bumping
happily over my inside spot. My cock strained against my briefs. He'd slid
them down in the back but left them in the front. I'm surprised he hadn't
just ripped them. He had ruined some of my favorite underwear that way,
it's why I usually wore a jock.

The rhythm built, rising and falling as he held onto me, growling into my
hair.

I mumbled and moaned and made other sexual noises into his shoulder. I get
so lost in it, feeling so connected to him.

His cock was finding a deeper path inside me. It pushed against my
prostate, making my cock leak boy juice into my briefs. I wasn't going to
last much longer.

"I cummm dadddyyyy," I mumbled into his shoulder. I felt it build first in
my nuts, working it's way up my shaft.

"Yeah baby, fuck yeah daddy's going to cum too," he growled. His cock
punched into me faster and harder as he held my body against his. I buried
myself into his sweat covered shirt. His chest heaving, his heart beating
against my cheek.

"UHHHHHHHH!" I leaned my head back and felt my body tighten up. My cock
began to beat in rhythm with his heart, shooting cum all over inside the
confining briefs. My hole tightened around daddy's cock and I felt it throb
as the warm liquid filled me inside.

"OH FUCK YEAH BABY," daddy groaned. "Daddy's coming, Ohhhhhh," He squeezed
his arms tight around me, choking the breath from my lungs. My eyes did
their best to stay in place. "FUCK YEAH," he growled as I felt his cum fill
me and then slowly roll down my thigh.

We held that position, breathing heavily and then he laid back against the
bed, clutched me to his chest and we slowly recovered our breath.

I closed my eyes for just a minute and woke up again as the water hit me.

I was naked, so was he. He held me up against his chest and turned the
water from cold to warm. We showered off and kissed some more. I was really
sleepy by then. We changed into fresh underwear and t-shirts and then went
to lie down for another hour or so.  I woke up atop a warm pillow, snuggled
down beneath the comforter. Daddy was sitting on the bed typing away on his
laptop. He was changed into a pair of pressed khakis and a blue button up
shirt.

I lifted my head and he reached over to tussle my hair. "Almost dinnertime,
put some clothes on, we're having a guest," he smiled. He leaned down and
kissed the top of my head as I struggled out of the covers and padded over
into the closet.

I slipped the t-shirt over my head and folded it, laying it on top of the
granite counter and found a hung up green polo and slipped into it. I chose
a pair of khaki cargo shorts. Michael hates ironing those, but he does well
with them. I slid them up over my black jock and then found a pair of
leather sandals.

I went and brushed my teeth and washed my face and then went back to the
bed and laid my head against daddy's side. He slipped his arm around me and
finished his work and I closed my eyes again.

When we got downstairs, Michael had filled the kitchen island with enough
food for a party. I wondered how many guests we were having. He scurried
around wearing a white apron and a tight pair of red boxer briefs. He was
showered and clean, happy to be so busy. Daddy nodded approvingly as the
doorbell rang. Michael set a silver serving bowl full of potatoes on the
counter, wiped his hands on a towel and then went out to answer the door.

Daddy followed and I trailed behind him as Michael opened the door. He
looked down at his feet, waiting for us to invite the visitor inside.

"Dr. Rand!" I yelped and bounced over to his side. He smiled down at me as
I hugged his chest.

"Alix, you're growing so quickly," he laughed and slipped his arms around
me. Daddy reached over and retrieved me, pulling me to his side with a
laugh. Allen Rand was my doctor; he and daddy were old friends. He pushed
past Michael without acknowledging him and Michael closed the door behind
him.

"Come on in Allen, I think dinner's ready. I hope you're hungry." Daddy
swept his arm towards the dining room. The table was set with three places
and Allen went to sit down. He was almost as tall as daddy, a few years
older. He always made me feel better when we had to go see him.

Dr. Rand has the deepest gray eyes and dark hair. His voice is deep but
gentle, a power contained. He had on a light ribbed sweater that hugged his
muscled chest, leaving a clear outline of his hard work. His gray sweater
matched his pants and gave him a caring but professional look. He smiled at
me from across the table as Michael came in and placed a metal bowl of
fresh bread in the middle of the table.

"What can I make you to drink?" Michael asked us as a waiter in a fine
restaurant.

Dr. Rand regarded him as a barking dog and looked over at daddy who told
Michael to make them both cocktails and bring juice for me. Michael nodded
with a look of contrition and went back into the kitchen.

"We're working on the finer points, Allen" daddy said to Dr. Rand as though
he'd just asked a question.  Dr. Rand nodded and shrugged.

"So how is everything going Alix?" the doctor smiled over at me, "I haven't
seen you in months. I suppose that's good though."

"Yes sir," I bit my lip softly. He always makes me a little nervous, so
does daddy, "I'm ok."

"Alix is doing better," daddy assured, "He still has trouble remembering to
eat enough, but he'll grow out of that."

Michael returned with the drinks and then began laying out the food. I
picked over a salad he made just for me as daddy and the doctor worked on
the meat and potatoes portions. Michael disappeared back into the kitchen
to eat by himself as I pretended to keep up with the men's conversation.

"So I thought you might want to spend some time tonight with Michael,"
daddy offered to Dr. Rand.

"Perhaps," the doctor smiled, "You've done wonders on his body David, I
didn't have much hope when you brought him in for a checkup."

"He's come a long way, He'll do what it takes to please you," daddy
assured. I squirmed a little, wondering what that meant. Was Michael going
with Dr. Rand?

Dessert was a very dark chocolate cake. I actually had a few bites. Michael
cleared the dishes as daddy and Dr. Rand talked about sports stuff. Michael
came back into the dining room and stood beside the door looking down. The
two men ignored his presence until their conversation wound down.

"Well, Alix and I will leave you two alone. Feel free to use Michael's
room." Daddy pushed back from the table and took my hand, leading me back
upstairs to our bedroom.

"What are they going to do?" I finally asked when he closed the door and I
sat on the bed.

"Well, my love," daddy had a big grin on his face, "Why don't we watch?"

I look confused as daddy moved over to the big flat screen that hung on the
wall above his dresser. He took the remote off the dresser and came to rest
next to me. He sat back against the pillows and pulled me into his side as
he flipped on the tv.

It was still set on the Disney channel so he flipped through a few menus
and then a dark room appeared. I saw a little light coming through the
window in the room. It lit up enough that I could tell it was Michael's
room. The small double bed pushed against the wall, not very well
furnished. He wasn't allowed to bring much when he moved in with us. Daddy
doesn't like crap, especially crap that's not ours.

"I can't s..." I started to say but then a light flicked on in the center
of the room and lit every little detail of the room. This was one pricey
camera.

"Ohhh," I giggled, feeling like a perv watching Dr. Rand walk into
Michael's room. He walked around a little, picking through things, looking
very unimpressed. He flicked a finger towards the door and Michael crawled
into the view. His apron was gone and he struggled along in his pair of red
boxer briefs. He crawled right up to Dr. Rand's side and hung his head.

Dr. Rand must have asked him a question because Michael raised his head and
mouthed something. The doctor moved over to Michael's dresser and slid open
the top drawer. He took out a leather collar with silver studs and fumbled
with the ID tag. I had seen it so I knew it said, "I am property of David
Tausen, please do not touch without consent." I had a similar one, of
course it didn't describe me as property.

Dr. Rand ran his finger over it and smiled up at the camera.

"He knows we're watching?" I looked up at daddy incredulously.

"Of course, I've returned the favor before. We go back a long ways. Michael
should know as well, it was in his contract," daddy stroked my arm softly.

I turned back to the screen and watched Dr. Rand fasten the collar around
Michael's neck. He found a leash to go with it and soon had Michael
following him around on the floor as he walked in slow circles around the
room. Finally he sat down on Michael's bed and pulled the leash down to the
floor and stepped on it. Michael's nose was pressed down at the doctor's
shoes. He began to lick at them lightly.

Doctor stood up then and slipped the gray sweater over his head exposing a
smooth hard chest ripped with muscles. He tossed it down onto Michael and
stepped back, freeing the man's head. Michael stood up and took the
sweater, folded it neatly and laid it over the back of his desk chair. He
turned and admired the doctor's physique. He was obviously pleased and his
tented boxer briefs made a show of it.

Doctor sat down again on the bed and Michael moved to untie his shoes and
slide them off. He went and placed them on the floor next to the desk chair
and then moved back towards the doctor, pausing to appreciate the view. It
looked like they were discussing something. Michael bowed his head and
crossed his wrists behind his back.

"I wish we could hear them," I mumbled into daddy's chest.

"No, I don't think you're ready for that. Just watch baby," daddy responded
and ran his hand through my hair.

The doctor stood and Michael kneeled down in front of him. He reached up to
undo the buckle on the doctor's pants but his hand was swatted away. The
doctor grabbed his leash and pulled him forcefully into his crotch. Michael
used his teeth to undo the buckle and pulled at the strap. He leaned in and
undid the top button of his pants and then bit at the zipper and lowered
it. The doctor's pants fell to the floor and Michael moved quickly to pick
them up and lay them over the chair, smoothing out the legs.

Doctor stood there in a pair of black silk boxers and matching
socks. Michael knelt down again and lowered his head as the doctor yanked
at his leash. He nuzzled his nose into the black silk fabric covering a
sizeable tent. Having had a little practice, Michael reached his mouth up
to the waistband of the silk boxers and slowly lowered them over doctor's
bulge. For his efforts, he was rewarded with a slap in the face from
doctor's hunkering meat. Michael wagged his nose at it, letting it slap
against his cheeks, inhaling the scent. He buried his nose in doctor's
pubes and kissed and licked his way down to the doctor's heavy sack and
licked and kissed at doc's nuts.

Doctor put his hand on the back of Michael's head and guided him down and
under the balls. Michael followed willingly, tilting his head to lick and
kiss the underside. I caught Michael smiling up at the doctor, his hands
still crossed securely behind his back. Doctor arched his back and gave a
fulfilled look at the ceiling, his eyes solidly shut. His lips parted and
his chest heaved as he guided Michael's lips to the arcing solid
shaft. Michael lapped at the tip of doc's uncut cock. It must have been a
good 8 inches and hard as a rock.

"That's fucking hot," daddy chuckled, leaning down to kiss the top of my
head again and rubbing his hand lazily up and down my tummy. I let my hand
slip down to grab at my own needy crotch; my cock begging to be freed from
the shorts. Daddy ran his hand down inside my shorts and grabbed at the
full bulge in my jock. We kept our eyes glued to the TV.

Michael was being piston fucked in the mouth, the doctor bucked his hips
and pushed Michael all the way down on his cock. This camera had great
resolution. I could even see the saliva forming along the ring of his lips
as he tried to keep up with the doctor's orders.

Dr. Rand backed up and pulled Michael with him and then leaned against the
wall. He stood there with the boxers down to his knees and pushed Michael
deeper onto his cock. His other arm up behind his head, proudly displaying
his perfect abs. Michael tried hard to keep his arms behind his back, but
the bulge pushing out against his red boxer briefs was calling to him. I
knew he'd resist, he'd practiced this enough times with daddy to know the
consequences of touching himself without permission. He focused on doc's
cock.

Doc made a sudden move of pushing Michael off his cock. He reached down and
grabbed the leash, yanking Michael up to his feet. The younger man
scrambled to keep up and showed a slight look of confusion and alarm. Doc
pulled Michael over and onto the bed, said something and Michael got up on
the mattress on all fours.

Doc said something else and Michael scrambled to push his boxer briefs down
to his knees. He arched his back, presenting his ass for the doctor to
inspect. Dr. Rand bent down and spread Michael's cheeks, tracing his finger
around the waiting hole. Michael wiggled his ass a bit but then decided not
to get too playful. The doctor went over to Michael's bedside table and
pulled a plastic band-aid box out of the drawer.

He flipped open the lid and fished out a small bottle of lube and what
looked like a condom package. He walked back behind Michael who was holding
form intently, wanting to follow orders.

"He's gonna fuck him," daddy laughed, snapping me back to reality. I was
lying back against daddy's chest, his arm around me, reaching down into my
shorts. I hadn't noticed him pull my cock out of it's pouch, but he was
pulling at it lightly, it was hard and responding to his touch. A few drops
of precum had dripped down his hand and onto my belly button, daddy
pretended not to notice.

I let out a light breath and snuggled back against daddy's chest, my hands
gripping his arm. I felt his bulge press against my thigh but I couldn't
take my attention off of the live show in Michael's room.

The doctor had three fingers lubed and working their way inside of
Michael. He had his head thrown back, enjoying the ride. He must have had
instructions to beg for it because his head was turning back towards the
doctor with a pleading look in his eye. He mouthed something that looked
like "please fuck me," (I'd seen it before). The doctor had a cold look
about him. He was intent on riding that ass and wanted it open and ready as
soon as possible.

He seemed to enjoy Michael's pleading but he seemed a bit annoyed that
Michael wasn't already prepared for a rough fuck. Maybe he could have just
shoved it in, but I guess the doctor knew best. Michael was pressing back
against the fingers and they soon slid all the way into him.

"Fuck that's hot," I looked up at daddy who turned his eyes down to me. He
slid down my shorts and hooked the waistband of my jock under my balls and
began pulling on my cock with purpose. I squirmed in his arms, his other
hand came down to rub that spot on my tummy that always drove my cock over
the edge. But he knew how to bring me to that brink and then back off. It
drove me crazy but I knew better than to touch my cock while he was working
his daddy magic. I leaned back and closed my eyes for just a second but
then remembered the scene on the tv.

When I turned back, Doc had his cock halfway inside a very loud Michael. I
could see his mouth wide open on the screen, looking back pleadingly full
of pleasure at the doc. I also could hear it through the walls. Michael was
definitely enjoying this. Doc shoved his cock all the way inside him and
pulled back on the leash.

Michael had his head all the way back, pulled by lust and a taught
leash. He continued his begging for more until doc reached down and grabbed
Michael's boxer briefs that dangled off his foot and shoved them into his
mouth. That muffled the sound enough to hear daddy's heart beating against
my ear.

"Someone's getting the ride of his life," daddy commented and went back to
pulling on my cock.

Michael was receiving a full force fuck now. The doc pulled back on the
leash and then let it out as he shoved his cock all the way inside
Michael. The screen showed a trickle of sweat pouring down the doc's back,
which arched to get full capacity of the willing asshole below him.

"Uhhh, I'm gonna cum daddy," I whined.

"Ok baby, cum for daddy," he slowed his jerking on my cock, it was agony as
the burst slowly worked it's way up my cock. My body jerked and twisted
against his. He steadied me with one hand and worked me up with the
other. A hot spat of cum flew out of the tip and went up and over my
head. It was followed by a few more. Daddy dodged one, but I caught him on
the cheek with another.

"ALIX!" he yelled, but then laughed, "You shot me baby!"

It's the weirdest feeling when you're cumming so intensely and then
laughing. It kinda hurts. I giggled against his chest. "Sorry daddy," I
offered as I started to come down from the fireworks show. Daddy just ran
his hand over my tummy, causing a few additional jerks. It gets so
sensitive when I cum.

"S'ok baby. You just have to clean up your mess now," daddy lowered his
head and I stuck out my tongue to clean up his cheek. I swallowed my mess
and then leaned back into him, rolling onto my side as my leaky cock
slapped against his pants. Fuck, another spot. Michael would be busy with
laundry tomorrow.

Doc was slamming into Michael full force when I caught the TV
again. Michael, mouth full of his underwear, was doing his best to keep his
eyes open and focused on doc's happiness. Finally the doc bent down over
him and slipped his arms around Michael's waist. His body jerked and he
pushed his cock all the way inside Michael who was being pressed down into
the comforter.

He bucked his hips a few more times and then collapsed onto the helpless
man beneath him. He held form for a few more seconds before rolling onto
his back, his cock sliding out of Michael's hole with a very full condom
clinging to it.

Michael held position as doc laid there recovering. I guess he hadn't been
given another order.

Doc snapped his fingers and said something and Michael sat up and back on
his heels. His cock was full and heavy as it swung between his
legs. Michael arched his back and began jerking his cock as Doc slid back
up to the pillows and sat back against the headboard, his arms crossed
behind his back; his chest covered in sweat.

Doc watched intently as Michael, boxer briefs still in his mouth, leaned
back and jerked his cock. A few quick strokes was all it took and he
covered his own chest in thick white juice.

"We let him cum way too often," daddy commented.

Michael held position, firmly grasping his cock and squeezing the last few
drops out of it. He looked exhausted, used and very pleased. Doc said
something else to him and Michael took the boxer briefs out of his mouth,
wiped his chest off completely and then put them back in his mouth, chewing
and sucking on the salty fabric.

Doc smiled and reached up to pat Michael's chest, then he got up off the
bed. Doc slipped an arm around Michael's tummy and pulled him up to his
feet. Doc was a few inches taller and leaned in to kiss, maybe bite at the
back of Michael's neck. It was a sweet change from the hardcore persona
he'd kept up all night. He took the boxer briefs from Michael's mouth and
threw them across the room and then went back to attacking Michael's
neck. It must have been a major tickle point because Michael laughed and
squirmed, but he didn't want free of doc's grasp. His smile was of complete
contentment.

"Aww, I think doc's got a new favorite," daddy commented. We watched the
two naked men disappear from the camera and then heard the door close on
the hall bathroom.

"I think you need a shower too," daddy smiled down at me. We cleaned up and
changed into sleep clothes.

When we got back to bed we saw Michael back in his own bed, under the
covers, snuggled into doc's arms. I guess he was spending the night. Daddy
did a quick check of the locks and alarms before coming back to the bedroom
and finding me watching the two men drift off to sleep.

"Ok enough of the show for one night," daddy smiled and turned off the
TV. We snuggled in for the night. I was on his chest, his arms around me,
one hand on the back of my head pressing my ear against his heartbeat. The
lights went out and so did I.