Date: Fri, 1 Jul 2011 22:54:39 +0000
From: Mark Angle <markangle@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Daddies, Men and Boys 2

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content,  please  do  not  read. This story is fictional in every
way. The characters in this story are not based on  real  people,
alive or dead, and the events in this story are not based on real
life events that the author has been  a  part  of  or  seen.  Any
similarities in names or descriptions are purely coincidental.

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Two

I  went  back  to  licking  Daddy's  hole  with love and passion.
Daddy's feet were on  my  shoulders  again.  I  was  kissing  and
licking.  I  waited  patiently  for  Daddy  to grunt. Daddy never
grunts much, but when he does, I know I'm doing  a  good  job  in
pleasing  Daddy,  that  I'm being a good boy for my Daddy. My own
ass was sweating a lot. I noticed when I fell  a  drop  of  sweat
fall  from  it. A bit later, Daddy's big hand pushed my face deep
into his ass crack and just at that moment, I felt  another  hand
poking  my own hole. I didn't stop licking Daddy's hole. I spread
my legs as much as I could, as Daddy taught me  to  do  in  cases
like this. The finger I felt was rough, almost raspy. It was only
teasing my hole a bit, never going inside very much. I  whimpered
a  bit.  I was telling my self that without Daddy, this would not
be happening, that there may be someone playing with my boy  hole
and I didn't even know who, but that Daddy was to thank for that.
Daddy taught me how to let men use me. Daddy trained me  to  make
myself available to them. It was all Daddy.

Without taking my attention away from Daddy's hole (Daddy had not
told me to stop), I arched my back to ease the man's access to my
boy  hole.  I  heard  his  say, "What a slut!" It was a very deep
voice, almost raspy, like his finger. While he was poking  at  my
hole  I felt another pair of hands, smoother, that one, spreading
my ass so that the rough hand had better access to my hole. A new
voice  told  Daddy,  "That one's even sluttier that his brother."
Much later, I would tell Daddy that when  I  heard  that,  I  was
proud.  Daddy said I was right, that letting men use me made me a
good boy and made him, my Daddy, proud of me. Now both  pairs  of
hands  were holding my ass spread and I felt a tongue and a beard
in my crack. The beard was big and bushy and the  tongue  was  an
experienced one. The tongue poked just a bit and then gave a big,
thick, wet, warm lick on my hole and my crack. The beard was warm
and  rough  and  manly. That time, I had to moan. And doing so, I
stopped licking Daddy's ass for a second.

The same man said, "So that's what it takes to take is  attention
away  from rimming you." A new voice said, "Hey, he's just paying
attention to his Daddy! Don't blame him for it! What  if  it  was
one of your boys?"

Daddy  gently  pushed  me away from his ass, turned me around and
immediately shoved my face into the crotch of a pair of jeans.  I
inhaled  deep.  Very deep. When I did, my whole body shivered. It
felt manly. It smelled like crotch and sweat and a bit like piss.
I  wanted more and Daddy could feel it. Daddy pulled my face away
and then quickly shoved it into the crotch  of  the  other  man's
cargo  pants.  Again  I  inhaled. It felt different, more tender.
There was a hard dick behind those pants,  but  it  smelled  more
lick  fresh sweat and precum and a bit like soap too. I liked the
first one more. Daddy picked me up and held me up so that my face
was  in  front of the man in the cargo shorts. He started playing
with my nipples. I whimpered again. Daddy said,  "Good  boy."  He
had  cold blue eyes and dark hair, slightly curly. His face a bit
wrinkled. He was about fifty, I guess. He  was  clean-shaven  and
wore  a  white shirt and a beige jacket. He said, "You like that,
boy? You like how your nipples make you feel?"  I  moaned,  "Yes,
Mister." The man smiled with one side of his mouth.

Then  Daddy  pulled  me away and took me to the other man's face.
That man grabbed my face by the chin and held it in  place  while
he  was  looking  me  straight  in  the eyes. He was older, maybe
sixty. He was bald with a crown a  gray  hair  that  ended  in  a
ponytail.  He  was  wearing  a black and red flannel shirt over a
white tank top and rough jeans. He was the one with the beard. It
was  long  and  scruffy and white and gray. He said, "Do you want
me, boy?" I didn't know what to answer. Daddy said, "You can tell
him,  son."  So  I  said, "I do, Sir. I do want you." The man was
still looking at me with a hard look on his face, his  eyes  were
making  quick  short movements as if he was focusing on different
parts of my own face all the time. He went on, "How do  you  want
me,  boy?  What  do  you  want  me  for?"  I thought about it and
realized I didn't know. So I said, "I don't know, Sir." He smiled
a  bit  and  released  my face. He said, "Do you want to kiss me,
boy?" I said, "Yes, Sir. Very much, Sir." He didn't move and went
on, "And if you didn't get to kiss me, how would that feel, boy?"
I thought he meant it and I panicked a bit.  I  tried  to  answer
truthfully,  "I  think...  I think it would hurt, Sir." He gave a
tiny smile. "And what would you do to  be  allowed  to  kiss  me,
boy?" That one I answered without hesitation, "Anything you want,
Sir. As long as it's okay with my Dad."

The man smiled a bit more and kissed me gently on  the  lips  and
then moved away and looked at me again. I made a face. He said as
if he were a bit mad at me, "Is  anything  the  matter,  boy?"  I
mumbled,  "I  didn't...  Sir... I didn't think you'd kiss me that
way." He gave a half smile with a bit of contempt, "In  what  way
did  you  think  I  would  kiss you, boy?" I felt like I was in a
tight spot. "I don't know how to say it, Sir. I guess the way  my
Dad  usually kisses me, Sir." He was still looking me straight in
the eyes and it was making me feel funny, but in a good way. "Let
me  see  if I can figure it out then, boy." Then he picked me up,
pulled me strongly against him with his left hand. I  thought  he
was  going  to  crush  me.  With  his right hand, he held my face
against his. He stuck his tongue in mine. It  was  as  thick  and
deep  as it felt when I was on my face earlier. His beard smelled
like cigar smoke and his mouth tasted a bit like it too. With  my
own  arms,  I  held  on  to him as hard as I could, but he was so
strong it really didn't make much of a difference what I did. His
tongue  explored  all of my mouth, rubbing against it and licking
me  from  the  inside.  From  the  outside,  he  was  holding  me
completely  still. Even if I had wanted to struggle away, I don't
think I could have.

Then, he pulled my face away and pushed my face into my  daddy's.
Daddy  kissed  me  with  a  deep  kiss too. Then the man in jeans
pulled me away from my Daddy and made me kiss the third man. Then
he  made  me kiss him again while Daddy was caressing my back and
the man with the blue eyes was playing  with  my  hole.  After  a
short  time,  I  realized that the bearded man was not holding my
face against his any more. I pulled away. He said, "Is  that  how
you  wanted  me to kiss you, boy?" I didn't know what to say so I
blushed. The man with the beard said, "He's pretty  innocent  for
such  a slutty boy, isn't he?" Daddy said, "You can teach them to
get fucked and be good little fuck toys and to love giving in  to
men, but in the end, they're always boys." The man with the beard
told my Dad, "He still smells a bit like your ass."

Daddy carried me back to the couch. I  was  on  my  back  between
Daddy and the bearded man. I had my head resting on Daddy's thigh
and my legs on the bearded man's lap.Daddy rested his hand on  my
face  and  I started licking his fingers. The bearded man started
playing with my hole again.  The  blue-eyed  man  came  over  and
crouched  to  my  side  and  started playing with my nipples. The
bearded man said, "So, I'm guessing you like  to  have  men  play
with  your  hole  like  I'm  doing, don't you?" And I said, "Yes,
Sir." He nodded, "And do you know why you like it?" It was a  bit
hard  to  speak  right with Dad's fingers on my mouth, but I went
on, "I like it because that's what boys like.  Because  my  Daddy
taught  me  how  and because my Daddy likes me to." The blue-eyed
man grabbed the bearded man's hand away from my  ass,  and  liked
his  middle  finger.  My  hole  shivered.  The bearded man looked
straight into my eyes from over me  as  did  the  other  man  and
Daddy,  while  he  slowly  shoved  his rough finger in my hole. I
moaned, "Oh, Daddy, it feels so good!  Daddy!"  And  Daddy  said,
"Good  boy,  son.  You're  being  a very good boy for Daddy right
now." The blue-eyed man was still playing with  my  nipples,  but
not too hard.

The  bearded  man  asked,  "Do  you like it more when you have me
inside of you or your Daddy?" I blushed again,  I  guess  because
they  all  chuckled. I said, "I don't know, Sir. You make me feel
good, but you're here because of Daddy. So I  don't  know,  Sir."
The  bearded man asked, "When's the brother supposed to show up?"
And Daddy said, "He should have arrived by now."

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