Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2000 17:40:36 -0500
From: K <kennetv9@idt.net>
Subject: Chapter 8 - Oh Daddy My Daddy

The following depicts graphical sex between men and young men - so again
all admonitions apply.  You know what they are ... This is pure fantasy.
Otherwise enjoy.

This story is number 8 in the "Oh Daddy, My Daddy" series.

The big party event takes place on Saturday night.
While this tale should stand on its own, you might want to catch how it all
started in Chapters 1-7.

Many thanks to all who wrote saying they've been enjoying the series.
Keep those "cards and letters" pouring in for inspiration!



Oh Daddy, My Daddy-8
Live from New York!


"Men, please take your seats!"

Carl stood at attention atop the small platform as he spoke to the
assembled crowd of 40 men. He paused a few minutes as the lights in the
Great Room slowly dimmed. He virtually commanded the raised stage in all
his 6' 8" tall glory. I feasted my eyes on his 250 pounds of etched muscle
as he waited for the men to sit down. His biceps bulged even at rest and
his chest rippled with slabs of thick corded muscle. Tonight the dress code
was jock straps only - with optional body harnesses.  Carl chose a light
brown leather harness that accented his immense packed muscle pecs with
straps that dipped down across his tight rippled abs to an obvious cockring
around his huge 11 inch thick cock. His jockstrap exposed his muscular ass
but just now my mouth was watering as I looked at his apple-shaped cockhead
drooling precum inside the sheer white silk pouch.

"Damn!" I thought to myself.  "How did I ever let him talk me into this?"
"This" was the fact that I am hanging totally naked about 15 feet up,
strapped in by a black leather body harness, near the top of the huge Great
Room where everyone was convened. My feet and arms were bound so all I
could do is hang from the straps. The soft harness molded to my body, and
was strategically dotted with metal rings - surrounding my nipples, now
hard from their cold touch, and then my cock. The metal cockring forced my
shaft out over my balls. I wasn't yet fully hard, but my cocktube was
slowly filling with hot blood as I looked at Carl. I didn't know what he
had in store for me, but at least for the moment no one could see me
because I was surrounded by a blue cloth curtain.  Well, almost surrounded.
Through the one and only break in the curtain I could clearly see Carl on
stage and behind him a large movie screen that had been erected at the back
of the Great Room. He said I would "thank" him later, but I wasn't so sure
right now.

The curtain seemed to hang all the way to the floor but strangely there was
yet another cloth just under where my feet dangled blocking my view
directly below.  It had been there even as Carl and his staff helped
"string me up," so I never did get to see exactly what I was hanging over.
That was a bit disturbing.

"As you know," Carl announced once the men settled down, "tonight is the
third and final night of our monthly get-together.  And I believe we have
been able to arrange some very special entertainment for you."

"Men," Carl said in his deep masculine voice, "I introduce you to
... Lonnie!"  With a flourish he pointed to the large movie screen which
burst with color.

All eyes in the immense Great Room, including mine, looked on.

Brilliant greens flooded the screen - a soccer field - lithe young boys
running up and down in bright blue and white shorts.  Then from a distance,
one of the boys ran straight toward us - closer and closer.  There was a
collective gasp in the room.  Even I felt my breath catch in my throat.

He was stunning!!!  - light sandy hair that bounced as he ran - a face that
made your balls churn - and a dazzling white smile with pouting pink lips
that melted your heart and made your cock leak.  But most of all, piercing
jade green eyes that locked you into his depths.

The boy looked no more than 15 years old at 5' 2" and at best 110 pounds -
but every inch and pound was perfection!

The camera lingered on his slim form as if its mechanisms were frozen by
his beauty.

Suddenly he turned and ran back across the field to his teammates, his
small pert ass flexing in his silky soccer shorts.  Then the screen faded.

Even high above the room where I hung I heard the collective sigh in the
room - everyone had been holding their breath at the sight of the boy.

The screen flashed once again - this time showing the inside of what was
obviously a hotel room.  Two double beds topped with a nondescript bed
covering, night tables, and lamps filled the picture.  From the side, a man
of medium height emerged into the field of view. He was exceptionally
handsome and dressed only in very short boxers, showing off a well muscled
legs and a strong chest covered by a mass of tight curly brown hair.

He approached close to the screen and seemed to be adjusting the camera
that was obviously filming the scene.  The camera captured his hard rippled
shoulders and bulging biceps. Sounds flowed into the Great Room - a click
from some camera adjustment he made and in the background what sounded like
a running shower.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and the man turned from the camera
and crossed the room, his muscled legs flexing below a trim bubble ass as
he walked.  He opened the door and in walked a tall man wearing light gray
sweat pants and a tight white T-shirt that molded to his brawny chest. Once
the door was closed, the two men kissed a deep wet tongue kiss, as the
smaller man ran one of his hands all over the covered crotch of the
newcomer, teasing the huge mound of hidden genitals. They slowly broke
their kiss as the smaller of the two licked at the other's thick brown
mustache.

"Where is he?" asked the tall man.

"In the shower ... he should be out any second.  Let's get ready," answered
the other.

The tall man pulled off his T-shirt exposing a smooth etched muscled chest
with large dark drown nipples crowning his massive pecs.  His abs rippled
above a very trim waist. A hairy trail ran from his bellybutton down into
the bulging sweatpants.

Just then we could all hear the stop of the shower background noise, and 30
seconds later the young boy from the earlier scene walked into the field of
view, naked save for a skimpy white bath towel wrapped around his slim
hips.

"Oh hi Coach!" beamed the beautiful boy to the larger of the men.  "What
are you doing here?"

"I asked your Dad if I could see you, Lonnie.  I had a concern with your
practice this morning.  I wanted to make sure you were ready for tomorrow's
big game," replied the Coach in a deep resonant voice.

Lonnie turned to the shorter of the two men with a worried look on his
face.  "Awww Dad, I tried my best."

"Yes, we know Lonnie," his father replied, caressing the boy's cheek with
one of his large strong hands .  "We just want to explore something the
Coach and I both noticed about your running this morning.  Don't worry.  I
think we may have discovered something special."

"Special?" quizzed Lonnie with a furrowed wrinkle to his forehead.

"Now I want you to lie across the bottom of the bed, son ... on your
stomach ...yes, just like that," answered his Dad. Holding onto the tied
waist of his towel, young Lonnie positioned himself across the foot of the
bed, his ankles and feet dangling off one side, his face resting on his
dimpled chin near the opposite side facing his father. His small pert ass
lifted the towel in a flaring rise from his smooth back.

The Coach moved to Lonnie's feet and leaning over, he placed both his large
hands atop Lonnie's slim calf muscles.  He started to gently knead them.

"Matt, why don't you massage Lonnie's shoulders while I do this," said the
Coach to Lonnie's Dad.

"OK!" replied Matt, Lonnie's father, as he pulled a straight backed chair
over to the side of the bed, and sat with his legs spread wide, close up
facing his son's face.  Extending his hands, Matt started to match the
Coach's massage along his young son's smooth shoulders.  In that position,
the fly in his boxers spread wide open, and Lonnie found himself staring at
a mass of dark brown crotch hair spilling from the gap.  His eyes were bare
inches from the thick tube of his dad's cock he saw pressing against the
thin cotton.  He blushed.

The men continued to massage the young, almost naked boy.  As the coach
slowly moved his big hands upward on Lonnie's legs, he made sure to stroke
his long fingers along the boy's sensitive inner thighs, gently nudging his
legs further and further apart.

At one point, the boy made a slight moan and whimpered at the feelings
cascading through his body.  Hearing the sound, the two men looked up at
each other and winked.

The men heated up their attack on the boy.  Lonnie's Dad started to rub
firmly down the boy's back, then lightly up along his sides, making sure to
extend his fingers under to the boy's chest.  He flicked his strong fingers
across the boy's tiny chest nipples on each pass and felt them harden under
his strokes.

The Coach meanwhile had moved his hands up to just under the sharp curve of
the boy's small bubble ass.  Pulling open the towel, with a mumbled
comment, "Let's clear this away, so I can do this right," he exposed the
boy's smooth white asscheeks.  Both men stared at Lonnie's smooth little
ass, as the Coach massaged the cheeks, working them spread so they could
gaze at the boy's hairless asscrack and tiny - oh so tiny - pink hole.

The Coach's sweat pants bulged obscenely.  Lonnie's Dad felt hot blood
begin to fill his own large cockshaft at the sight of his son's small ass
and pink cherry hole.

The Coach ran a thick thumb down Lonnie's asscrack and across the boy's
tight hole.  Lonnie moaned.

"Ahhhh just as I thought!" said the Coach.  "Lean up here Matt, see what I
mean."

Lonnie's Dad rose from the chair but rather than walk around the bed, he
leaned over his son's face, causing his amble crotch to press against his
son's face.  "Let me see," he said.

"See," said the Coach as he continued to rub his thumb over the boy's
exposed hole.

Lonnie squirmed under the manipulation, his face all flushed as he panted
into his father's crotch, small moans emanating from his parted lips while
the Coach continued to tease his ass.  The smell of his dad's cock and
balls flooded his senses.

Matt replied, "Well, I'm not positive yet," and sat back down, his crotch
now much more swollen than before.  He took his boy's head in his strong
warm hands and directed the boy's face so they gazed into each other's
eyes.

"What ... what is it, Dad?" Lonnie asked in a weak, scared voice.

"Well, Lonnie ... like I said, I'm not 100 percent sure yet.  Tell me, son,
what do you feel right now?"

"Ohhhhhh dad, I dunno .... all warm, and funny feeling I guess," replied
the boy.

"Here, let me try this," the Coach spoke up.  He removed his hand from the
boy's now fully exposed ass, and licked at one of his big fingers.  Then
reaching back to Lonnie's small rosebud, he ran the warm spit dripping
finger around the boy's tight hole, and started to push in.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh ...," moaned the boy.

The boy's hot tight velvet internal muscles surrounded the Coach's finger
pulling it in deeper.  With his other hand the Coach groped at his own
distended crotch, feeling his now rigid mancock and a big wet precum spot
soaking thorugh his sweats.  His finger pushed in, slowly going deeper and
deeper into the boy, until he found the boy's small internal sex nut.  He
slowly rubbed it with the tip of his large finger.

"Ohhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh ....," moaned Lonnie louder.  "Ohhhhh daddyyyyyyyyy
...!"

"Yea, Coach," said Matt, "I think you may be right.  You better check to
make sure."

The Coach, without removing his probing finger from Lonnie's tight little
hole, reached under between the boy's spread legs and palmed Lonnie's
boycock and boyballs.  The movement forced the boy's hips up so now he
rested on the bed on his knees with his chest pressed forward. The boy's
ass was lewdly spread open for the Coach.  "Yes, Matt ... his little
boydick is hard as a rock!"

"Ohhhhhhh Daddy .....," Lonnie moaned, his face blushing red and
embarrassed.

"Almost no doubt then, Coach," said Matt as he looked into his son's face.
"A Pussyboy!"

"Oh Daddy .... ohhhhhh ...what's that? ...ohhhhh .... is that bad?" pleaded
Lonnie between continued moans caused by the Coach's manipulation of his
small hard cock and fingering of his tiny pussyhole.

"Oh no, Lonnie!!!! ... Not at all ... This is special!"

Lonnie continued to pant and moan at the Coach's touches.

"Every dad wishes ...  well, wants a Pussyboy ... Oh Lonnie, baby, we need
to make sure!" said Matt with a sigh, as he reached in and pulled out his
thick 9 inch daddycock from his parted boxers.  The boy's eyes bugged out
at the sight of his dad's huge cock barely inches from his flushed face.  A
thick wad of precum beaded at the fat cockhead and slowly slid down the
pulsing shaft as the boy watched.  His breathing became labored.  He had
never imagined a cock that big!

"We need one more test, Lonnie," said Matt to his son as he grasped his
thick cockshaft at its wide base and directed the wet tip of his glans to
the boy's lips.  He rubbed his fat sticky cockhead against the boy's open
pouting lips.  "Lick that boy!" he commanded.

Lonnie could feel the hot wet stickiness as his father's thick precum
flooding his taste buds.

"Mmmmmmmmmm ...," the boy moaned and his wet little tongue reached out at
gather in more of his dad's cock drool.

"Ohhhhh yeaaaaaaaa!!" moaned Matt and he pushed his fat cockhead into his
son's hot wet mouth, spreading the boy's pink lips wide. "My pussyboy
...suck your daddy's big cock, boy!"

With a growl, the Coach leaned in and pushed his face into Lonnie's spread
ass, his long wet tongue lapping at the tiny pink pussyhole.  He was
pulling down his sweats, releasing a huge rigid 10 inch cock, as the screen
faded to black .......

"LIVE FROM NEW YORK!!!!! ... Carl shouted.  "LONNIE !!!!!!!!!!"

The movie screen started to rise, the lights in the big room rapidly came
up ... I heard myself gasp!!!!  There behind the screen, Lonnie!  - naked,
bent over on his knees atop a small padded table.  And the two men!!!!
Lonnie's dad Matt, and his Coach!!!!  Both naked!!!!  Lonnie's Dad was
holding Lonnie up by his head and fucking the boy's mouth, drawing his big
thick 9 inch cock obscenely in and out of the beautiful boy's wide spread
lips.  On each inward thrust, he buried all 9 inches rubbing his crotch
hard into the boy's face.

Behind Lonnie, the Coach had his monstrous 10 inch cock pumping slowly in
and out of the boy's small tight ass.  Lonnie's pussyhole lips dragged
outward as the Coach pulled his slick vein covered cock from the boy's
hole, only to force its entire length back in deep.

The two men leaned forward over the boy, clenched in a spit soaking tongue
kiss, their drool dripping onto the boy's naked back.

I felt a heavy wad of precum pump from my now rigid cock as I watched the
tableau containing Lonnie, his Dad and the Coach start to slowly turn.  The
boy had one hand playing with his father's large hanging balls as he sucked
up and down his father's big cock.  His other hand reached back between his
legs to fondle the Coach's large hairy balls as the man deep fucked his
tiny pussyhole.

The roar from the assembled crowd blasted through me like a freight train.

Carl shouted for the men to stay in their seats.  "Stay back!!!!  Lonnie
will be available to you all, later!  Right now his Daddy and his coach
have the slut boy's holes!!!!  Watch!!!!!"

Every eye in the Great Room watch intently.  The two strong muscled men
battered the small boy's mouth and ass with their huge thick mancocks!
Lonnie seemed to be loving it, writhing with their every thrust like a good
pussyboy slut.

The men broke their deep kiss and started to fuck the boy in earnest.  The
Coach's sweaty muscles gleamed in the floodlights.  He started to slap the
boys small ass cheeks in rhythm to his deep fucking thrusts.  "Yeaaaa
pussyboy ... tighten that slut hole!!! ..... oh baby, take my huge cock!!!"

Lonnie's Dad grasped a thick clump of the boy's hair as he bent his knees
and lewdly fucked his big daddycock into his son's sucking mouth, his fat
bloated manballs slapping the boy's chin.  "Suck it, slut!!!!!  Eat my big
daddycock!!!!!  Ahhhhh fuck, baby, suck Daddy!!!!  Tight pussyslut
throat!!!"

"Ohhh fuck Matt!!!  Your boyslut's ass is milking my big cock!!!!  Soooooo
goooooood!" bellowed the Coach, his hard ass flexing as he pumped his long
cock into Lonnie.

"Fuck my boy's pussyass, Coach!!!  Make the little slut feel a man's big
cock!!!  Tighten your hole slutboy!!" yelled Matt.  "Suck Pussyboy!!!  Let
me feel that slut tongue! Suck your Daddy's cock!!!"

My cock throbbed as I watch the two men repeatedly fuck the smooth small
boy.  I almost sensed I could feel what they were feeling - hot wet sucking
boyslut mouth and ass along their pulsing cocks!

"Oh fuck!!!  Oh fuck!!!" moaned the Coach.  "I can't hold it!!!  The little
slut is milking me!!!  Take it slut!!!!!  Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"  he
roared as he thrust deep into the boy and shuddered.  "Ugh!!!  .... Ugh!!
...ugh!!!"  You could see his huge ballsack rise up and tighten as he
unloaded, Lonnie's small fingers caressing his cum bloated balls the whole
time.  The Coach's knees trembled and he pulled his long fat mancock from
the boy's ass, still spewing thick bolts of cum against the wide puckered
hole.

Matt wailed, "Ohhhhhh baby cockslut!!!!" and jammed his cockshaft deep into
his son's mouth!  "Eat me!!!!!!!!  Take your daddy's hot cum!!!!" he
screamed!  Lonnie's flushed cheeks bulged with his father's shooting cum,
streams spurting out from the corners of his stretched mouth.  His little
Adam's Apple bobbed as he swallowed and swallowed his father's thick load.

The crowd erupted in applause and cheers.  "Hot boyslut!!  I want that
tight ass on my cock!!  Fill that boypussy with cum!!!!!"

"Men!!  Men!!  Men!!" Carl commanded for order.  "I now direct your
attention to the curtains!!"

The curtain surrounding me quivered a touch and started to move.

An sudden eerie quiet descended in the big room as the curtain slowly began
to rise.  I stared down below past my rigid drooling cock, but still could
see nothing as the cross curtain blocked my view.

"Wait!" I thought. "It's starting to move too!"

A growing swell of murmurs from the crowd reached me as I dangled over the
scene below.  I began to make out distinct phrases in the surging clamor
. "Ohhhh maaaannnn!  . "Hot! . "Yeaaaaa, more boypussy!!!"

Suddenly the cross curtain slid away . I gasped!  It took my mind a few
seconds to acknowledge what I was seeing.  My breath caught in my throat!

Below me 7 . no, 8 boys were strapped naked to a round platform, on their
backs, heads all pointing to the center hub.  Their legs were spread and
bound to posts at the outer rim of the circular platform - their boypussies
fully exposed. Bobby was there, as were the two boys from the woods, Adam
and Skip. I also recognized the twins Timmy and Tommy, as well as the three
boys from last evening - the ones who were fucked by their dads for the
first time.

"Ohhh damn!" I think I said out loud, as I looked closer.  Between each
boy's legs, some type of device rose up from the platform floor and
connected directly into their spread asses.

Around the circle, but just off the platform, 8 men were tied standing
spread-eagle to tall poles.  They too were naked, facing the boys, their
big mancocks all pulsing.  Their muscled bodies strained against the bonds
as they all tried to pull forward toward the boys.  Some hairy, some
smooth, their masculine torsos rippled in obvious frustration. I recognized
the boy's dads, except for one or two extra men!

My eyes were drawn to each of their huge mancocks in turn.  They were bound
with black leather cockrings forcing their manshafts to bloat in obscene
erections, thick drooling streams of precum seeping from their swollen
cockheads and dripping to the floor.

All eight men were mesmerized, leering at the exposed boypussy in front of
them.

I felt my cock throb as I again stared between the boys spread legs - the
objects attached to their asses were moving!  Each of the devices slowly
moved back in unison, emerging from their swollen pussylips.  I started
gasping as I realized each was a large cock-shaped dildo.  But wait!!!
. "Ohhhhh fuck!" I groaned.  The dildos were ringed with short bristles.
Once they retracted fully, there was a pause and then the dildos started to
slowly spin along their length, at the same time bucking back and
forth. "Fucking damn!" I gasped.

Another pause and the dildos moved forward - pushing back into each of the
boys gaping pussyholes.  All 8 boys moaned loudly, their groans suddenly
rising in intensity as the dildos obviously started to spin inside their
bowels. Their boycocks were bound with tight cockrings leaving them bulging
and throbbing as their pussyholes were ravaged.

That's when I saw each boy had their nipples clamped. In a devilish idea,
each clamp was connected by a small chain to the nearest nipple of the boy
on either side. As their smooth young bodies writhed, they pulled at each
other's nips.

I felt a lurch. Suddenly I realized the curtain was fully raised, my
nakedness totally exposed to all eyes in the room as I hung above the scene
below. I was being slowly lowered!!!!! - directly down to the middle of the
circular stage - into the midst of the boy's upturned faces!!! The crowd
was roaring!!!

Lower and lower I slowly dropped as the boys stared up at me, drool pouring
from their lust crazed mouths.  Then the part of the stage holding their
heads up was released - their heads fell backwards leaving me a narrow area
to drop into. As my bound feet finally reached them, they went wild -
licking and sucking at my toes and feet.  "Ohhhh fuck!!!" I groaned.

The circular stage started to rotate!  The boy's mouths moved with it,
trailing around my feet from one side to the next. My feet were soon
dripping in warm boy spit.

Still I moved lower! Their tongues lapped at my ankles, up my calfs. Some
clamped their hot wet boy lips against my flesh, sucking at my skin, only
to be pulled away as the stage continued to turn. They were up to my knees,
moving up onto my quivering thighs.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!!" I screamed as I suddenly realized where this was
leading - my cock!!!!

The mouths moved steadily upward. The boys were being whipped into a frenzy
by the spinning, pumping dildos fucking their tight boypussies.

The men crowded around the bound fathers, running their hands lewdly over
the naked sweaty men - teasing their nips, fondling their balls, and
probing at tight manholes. Their clamor rose up to me as they taunted the
dads: "You want your boy's hot pussy, don't you? . . . Oh man, think how
that hot boypussy will feel on your cock! . . . You want to fuck and fuck
and fuck tight boyhole, don't you stud?"

"Ohhhh goddd!" I groaned as the boys sucking wet mouths reached my balls!
Eight hot wet tongues were lapping at me - my balls, my hips, my ass! One
insistent tongue forced its way between my ass cheeks to hotly tongue my
manhole, only to be pulled away by the turning stage.

Then my cock!!!! "Ohhh fuck!" I gasped as one boy, Bobby I think, caught my
shaft in his vacuuming mouth, hotly milking my bloated shaft - then it too
was pulled away!  The torture continued - on and on - one sucking mouth
after another!

The men we now crawling all over the bound fathers - sucking their nipples,
rubbing their cocks up and down their hot flanks. Through my daze, I saw 2
or 3 men fucking some of the dads - pumping their thick drooling cocks into
their manpussies. Others were deep throating the dad's precum soaked cocks!

Still others crawled all over the stage - pulling the dildos from the
pulsing boypussies - only to stuff the open holes with their own mancocks.
The grunting and writhing was a scene out of Dante's Inferno!!!  Men who
couldn't make it into the crowded stage, gathered in 2's and 3's at the
edge of the platform - fucking and sucking each other.

My balls were tight against my cockroot, as I felt the hot licks of flame
start to flood my body.  I was about to cum!  My toes curled and the hot
flames shot up through my ass, across my heaving chest, then down my
stomach, out through my cock!! `Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" I screamed and my
load blasted from the tip of my rigid cockshaft, spewing wildly across the
mass of naked fucking bodies below me!

Even while I came, though the din, I saw Carl.  He stood off by himself,
staring directly into my eyes, with a lust filled smile on his face. The
last thing I saw before I blacked out, was Carl drop his jockstrap and
slowly stoking his massive 11 inch cock as he watched me!



The party continues deep into the night in Chapter 9!
I'd love to hear from you ...  kennetv9@idt.net