Date: Thu, 14 Jan 1999 21:45:54 -0500
From: K <kennetv9@idt.net>
Subject: Sequel 4 to "Oh Daddy, My Daddy"

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

This story is number 4 in the "Oh Daddy, My Daddy" series.  Chapter 4 is a
special dedication to K & E and also to a new found Bobby.  While this tale
should stand on its own, you might want to catch how it all started.  And
many thanks to all who wrote saying they enjoyed the first 3 in the series.
Keep those "cards and letters" pouring in for inspiration!


Oh Daddy, My Daddy-4
The Coach


Carl broke from our deep tongue kiss and wetly licked across my lips.  "I
think you will enjoy this afternoon," he whispered as he stared into my
eyes.  He took my hand and pressed it against his rigid 11 inch cockshaft.
It pulsed hotly against my fingers - it's bloated veins throbbing to the
beat of his heart; sticky precum covered its massive head.  His large
strong hands slid down my naked back coming to rest on my hard ass cheeks.
He squeezed them in his powerful grasp.  I felt the heat begin to build
deep in my ass.  But Carl broke our embrace and turned to Uncle Joe and
Bobby's Dad saying, "OK, let's get this show on the road.  We need to get
back to the cabin."

Both men slowly pulled their thick vein covered mancocks from the twins'
respective boyholes and pawed at their own hanging ballsacks.  Cum dripped
from their fat cockheads.  Joe's sons, the twins, were still moaning
quietly in the aftermath of two tremendous fucks, the remains of creamy man
loads slowly seeping from their distended boy pussies and dripping onto the
leather slings.  Uncle Joe leaned in and started to lap at his son's wet
pussyhole.

I glanced outside and saw the hunter man talking to his two sons, Adam and
Skip, now dressed.  The boys seemed to hang on his every word - obvious
worship in their eyes.  They clung to their dad's massive body, touching
him on his chest, his thighs, his back, his crotch.  He said, "Go!" to the
boys and the youngsters quickly turned and ran into the woods in the
direction from which they had first arrived.  Now alone, the man glanced
down at the bound naked form of Bobby, smiled and turned to walk towards
the lodge door.  A small breeze swirled the dry cracked leaves surrounding
Bobby's ravaged 18 year old body.  A few stuck to his cum splattered face.

Carl opened the door for the man.  He rushed in and gave Carl a bear hug
lifting him off his feet.  That was quite a surprise considering Carl is a
6 foot 8 inch, 250 pound, muscle bound brute of a man.  The man was almost
his equal at 6 foot 6 inches, huge muscular chest, and large bulging
shoulders.

"Damn, Carl!  I have to thank you!  That was fantastic!  Both my boys are
ready and hot for it now!"

"Yea, Phil - now put me down!" Carl laughed.

"Oh damn, Carl!  Did yea see my sweet Adam wiggle his hot little pussy ass
when I got my tongue up it?  Ohhhhh, he tasted so good.  And did yea hear
my Skip, begging for his Daddy's big cock to fuck his boy hole?  Did ya,
man?"

"Yea, sure did!" smiled Carl.  "They'll make good pussy boys.  Now go home
and keep working them! .  and be sure to bring them both around tonight at
the cabin."

"You bet!  Gonna get my boys begging for this daddy cock!" leered Phil as
he lewdly grabbed at his enormous crotch mound.  He turned and left.

Bobby's Dad followed out the door and went to his son, cutting him free
from his bonds.  Uncle Joe helped walk both his twin sons around back to
the van.  The two college aged boys remained naked and held on to each
other - still somewhat dazed from the hard fucking they had received from
the big mancocks of their dad and uncle.  I stood outside the door and
waited for Carl to lock up.

While I waited, I overhead Bobby and his Dad talking.

"Bobby, your dad is proud of his pussy boy.  You can talk again now."

"Oh Daddy, that man . oh, he fucked me so hard . and he was so big!"

"I know Bobby, your Dad watched his pussy boy get fucked up his tight wet
boyhole."

I saw Bobby reach between his legs and finger his open, leaking boyhole.
He looked up at his dad and pleaded, "Daddy . Daddy, I want your cock, fuck
me now Daddy!  Please!!"

Bobby's Dad smiled and pulled Bobby to his feet.  "That's a good pussy boy,
but we have to go now.  Daddy will fuck his boy's hole again real soon!"
Dad pulled Bobby to his feet and gave him a sloppy open mouthed kiss.

Carl finished locking up and we all went to the van.  As we walked, Carl
turned to Bobby's Dad and said, "Get your boy cleaned up, I need both of
you at 2 in the main room."

"Will do," answered Bobby's Dad.  "Joe said he would take his boys and
spend time at the pool while we do our thing this afternoon."

"Great!" said Carl, and we all piled into the van for our return to the
cabin.

* * * * *

We were met at the door by John.  John is the friend who convinced me to
attend this cabin "club."  He was wearing only a pair of tight old denim
jeans, showing off his hairy muscular chest - the chest I loved to rub my
cock in.  My mouth watered.  I wanted to bury my face in that mat of dark
curly hair, searching out his big hard nipples with my wet tongue - then
lick down his 36 year old, 6 foot 4 gym toned body, finally reaching his 9
inch thick cock.

He greeted Carl, "We are all set up in the back room for your new guests.
When we get them ready, we'll move them to the main room."

"Great!" replied Carl as be bounded in through the door.  John grabbed me
and pulled me to him, "Did ya have fun this morning, babe?" he laughed and
kissed me.  I melted into his strong arms, my hands running over his
bulging shoulders and biceps.  His massive jean-clad crotch pressed into
me.

Bobby's Dad walked his still naked son past us into the cabin and told Carl
that he was going upstairs to get the boy "cleaned up for his next round."

"OK everyone, let's get ready - I expect them here in less than half an
hour!" announced Carl.  He walked up to me, took my face in his big hands
and kissed me - his fat tongue tracing over my teeth.  "And you go upstairs
too, freshen up, and wait till I call for you."

* * * * *

Some time later Carl knocked at my door.  I opened the door to let him in
and he was followed into my room by a magnificent specimen of a man.  This
unknown stood at least 6 foot 3 and I estimated weighed in at around 235 -
all of it solid pumped up muscle!  His blonde hair framed a masculine
handsome face with striking blue eyes.  My balls ached as I realized all he
wore was an old dirty white jockstrap - that and a whistle hanging from a
cloth cord around his neck.  From his moderately hairy chest with large
brown nipples to his large semi-erect cock and balls encased in the
distended jock, he exuded "male."

"Meet Kevin McEric, our local high school football coach," offered Carl.

"Aye, call me Kev," the coach spoke up in a lyrical brogue , extending his
hand.  I was immediately captivated.

"Come join us downstairs," requested Carl.  "The coach has brought along
three of his best players."

Carl and Kev led as we walked down the long wooden staircase.  My eyes
lingered on the hard marble of Kev's muscular ass framed by the jock
straps.  His cheeks flexed as he stepped - opening and closing his tight
ass crack.  By the time we reached the main floor, my cock was hard as a
rock in my flimsy shorts.

What I saw when we entered the main room almost made me dizzy.  Three naked
men were bound at the wrists - their hands drawn upwards above their heads
to chains that extended to the ceiling beams.  That alone was a surprise
but the men! . oh the men!  All three were ruggedly handsome.  The closest
to me was the picture of the "Fighting Marine" - brown buzz cut hair,
squarish face, massive biceps, smooth broad chiseled chest with huge lats
and pecs, narrow rippled abs, thin waist, flared corded thighs, and a hot
bubble hard ass.  The middle man was black haired, with a thick stache and
goatee.
 His body would be the envy of any gymnast - other than the patch of short
black chest hair fanning his pecs and trailing in a narrow line down across
his tight stomach.  The man furthest from me was the classic white haired
hunk surfer type.  His deep golden tan was only broken in a thin strip
around his slim hips.  His body rippled with underlying muscle.

I was breathing heavy at the sight of these three masculine men who looked
to be in their late 30s.  Hotter still, they were totally naked save for
simple leather strapping binding their chests in an X-pattern.  I
immediately noticed thick metal cockrings firmly seated at the base of
their cocks.  I must have groaned out loud cause Carl grabbed me by the
shoulder and said, "Hot and hung aren't they?"

The buzz cut's cock was hanging soft almost 6 inches with a huge plump cut
cockhead.  It fell over apple sized balls lightly coated with brown hair.
Even soft it was impressively thick!  The middle man's cock hung straight
down almost 5 inches soft with an uncut fleshy head only the tip of which
was visible beyond the encasing foreskin.  It could flop straight down
because this stud's balls hung almost to his knees! - two fist sized balls
dangling from a very long skinned pouch.  The last man's cock was equally
imposing - a thick 5 inch soft cock tube growing out of almost invisibly
white crotch hair, cut with a fat cockhead and a piss slit was so big it
could be seen from the other side of the room where I stood.  He too had a
huge fat smooth ballsack.

Tweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!  Kev blew his whistle.  "Bring the boys in!"

Just before the side doors banged open, I realized the bound men, although
struggling at their bonds, were not protesting out load because they each
had a black thin strap across their mouths and tied around their heads.
The bands were too slight to alone block them from speaking so I assumed it
held in some form of mouth piece.

My attention was drawn back to the doors as naked club members forcibly
walked in three young high school boys.  The boys seemed somewhat dazed as
if they had been lightly drugged.  They were encased in tight black leather
body suits with full head hoods.  Only a wide hole for their mouths and
noses cut the snugly fitted head sheaths.  Their eyes and ears were covered
with separate straps.  The body suits clung tightly to what were obviously
muscular football player bodies.  They were wrapped from neck to toe except
at their genitals.  There the suits were cut to allow the boys' cocks and
balls full exposure.  And when they turned, I realized their naked boyasses
were also laid bare - three hunky muscular butts!

The club members marched the boys to stand facing the three bound men, but
at a distance of maybe 10 feet.

Carl stood next to me, touching me, arousing me, undressing himself and
removing my clothes.

Then out of the open doors walked Bobby's Dad, dressed just as the bound
men - naked save for the leather straps and metal cockring surrounding his
massive 10 inch cock.  He led in Bobby totally naked on a leash tied to a
similar cockring around the boy's 8 inch hard cock.  Bobby's Dad led the
teen to a position between where the leather encased boys were being held
and the bound men.

Tweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!  Kev blew his whistle again.

Bobby's Dad yanked the leash forcing his 18 year old son to his knees.
Then lifting one of his massively muscular legs, Dad used that foot to
press Bobby's face to his other bare foot.  "LICK!"

On his hands and knees, Bobby whimpered and began slobbering his mouth and
tongue at his Dad's feet.  He lapped and sucked each toe and worked upward
along his Dad's instep.  In that position, Bobby's tight bubble ass was
wide open exposing his puffy boyhole to the eyes of the bound men.  His Dad
kept teasing him by pulling slightly on the leash and making Bobby's 8 inch
boytool flex up and down.

"Worship your Dad's body!" commanded Bobby's Dad.

Bobby continued to lick and lap wetly across his father's ankle and then on
to the man's massively bulging calf muscle.  The boy made long wet licks up
and down the calf of his bodybuilder Dad.  Bobby's young cock remained hard
between his slim legs, boy pre-cum dripping from the head.  Then he licked
upward across the knee to his Dad's outrageously flared thighs, leaving a
trail of warm wet boyspit.  I could only imagine how his wet tongue felt
tracing all the mountains and valleys of his father's marble hard leg
muscles.  Bobby's Dad balanced his massive frame on that one leg and placed
his other foot on Bobby's small bubble ass.  He nudged Bobby's boyhole with
his big toe, teasing it.

I could see the show was having an effect on the bound men - all three of
their cocks were swelling with hot thick blood watching Bobby worshipping
his Dad.  As Bobby's tongue approached the underside of his father's big
ballsack, the men holding the leather encased boys led them over to kneel
at the feet of the chained men.  Their boy-mouths inches from the adults'
swelling cocks.

Kev, the coach, moved over to stand next to the boys.  I saw his eyes
darting back and forth between all three boy's hanging boycocks.  He was
licking his lips.

Bobby's Dad grabbed Bobby's head and held his face just under his now rigid
10 inch drooling cock.  "Lick my balls, boy!  Smell my man scent!  Eat
those cum-filled eggs!"  We all watched Bobby's tongue reach out and
lovingly lap at his father's fat ballsack.

The men holding the three boys used their hands to force the boys' mouths
up against the bound mens' balls.  "Lick - use your tongue - make them wet
- lap at'm."  I heard them encourage the boys.  When any of the boys seemed
to hold back, the men slapped their exposed ass cheeks and forced their
leather encased faces back onto the bound men's balls.  Three boy tongues
extended and licked.  The bound men squirmed but could not move.  A number
of the naked "club" members moved up behind the bound men.  They began to
hotly stroke the arms, shoulders and backs of the chained men.  As the boys
licked and sucked at the big ballsacks being fed to them, their lips and
the leather surrounding their mouths became wet with saliva.  Their warm
boy spit dripped from the men's big balls.  I could hear all three of the
men moaning.

Carl was now hotly rubbing his naked body against mine.  He whispered in my
ear, "Those are their fathers."  My mouth dropped open.  Damn!  Carl took
me by the hand and led me over for a close look at the chained men and the
three boys servicing them.

"Yea, you boyslut, suck my balls!" groaned Bobby's Dad as Bobby feasted on
his fat cum-filled orbs.  "Lap them . worship them!  . Suck those
MANballs!"

Coach Kev was now on his hands and knees licking the cock of the first
leather boy.  Carl laughed into my ear, "Coach has been hot for the boys
for months.  I set this up for him, but I have a surprise in store for him
- I know what he really wants!"  Kev had wrapped his mouth around the fat
cockhead of the first boy and was lewdly sucking it.  I heard the hunky boy
groan, but it was somewhat muffled by the huge manballs in his mouth.

The bound fathers were reacting to the sensations flooding their bodies.
Their warm spit soaked balls, the club members' hands roaming over their
naked bodies, were all making their big dad cocks fill out with pumping hot
blood.  The buzz cut's cock was up rigid almost 9 thick inches and pre-cum
drooling off its slit.  The goatee'd man's cock looked even bigger, his
foreskin pulled back more than half way down his fat shiny glans.  And the
surfer's cock while shorter was outlandishly thick and pointing straight
up.

Bobby's Dad grabbed Bobby by his hair and pulled the boy's mouth to the tip
of his big cock.  "SUCK IT!!" he yelled.  "Lap that slimy man pre-cum!
. Boylips on my mancock!"

The club members holding the boys in place directed them now to their
fathers' cocks - each grabbing one of the men's cocks and rubbing the
sticky leaking heads against the boys' lips.  They kept whispering to the
boys, "Mmmm lick that big fat head . service your master's slit . sooo warm
and wet, lick it!"  The boys' tongues reached out and licked at the velvet
cockheads oozing pre-cum from their open slits.

I saw club members kneeling now behind the bound fathers, licking their
hard male asses.  Others stood to the fathers' sides and licked at their
chests, paying special attention to the fathers' nipples.  The bound
fathers were groaning and flexing their hips as best they could to get more
sensations on their big mancocks.

The coach was crawling down the line licking and sucking at the boys cocks.
 His own cock grew rigid in his jock pouch pulling the straps tight around
his hard muscled ass.

"Suck your Daddy's big mancock!  . Eat my fat cock!  . yea, take it deep!"
growled Bobby's Dad.  Bobby began to wildly deep throat his father's
monster cock.

The men holding the boys now forced their heads forward, taking more and
more of their father's cock into their sucking mouths - into their tight
boy throats.  Their boys cheeks swelled as their father's massive mancocks
pushed deeper.  "Suck it . suck that mancock . east that fat thick cock!"
they urged the boys on.

Kev now stood and blew his whistle one more time. Tweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!

Bobby's Dad pulled his spit soaked 10 inches from Bobby's slut mouth.  "On
your hands and knees, PussyBoy!"  Bobby immediately assumed the position,
arching his small boy ass up in the air.  Bobby's Dad knelt behind his son
and pressed his face into the boys sweet ass, his tongue extended.

The men holding the leather boys pulled them off their fathers' cocks.
Their son spit-soaked cockstalks waved rigidly in front of their muscular
bodies.  The boys were turned on their backs and lifted up, men supporting
them on either side.  Their hunky exposed boy asses were held directly in
front of their father's face.  Another club member went up to each boy and
began to lewdly rim a boyhole just inches from his father's eyes.  Men
behind the fathers could now be seen and heard, spreading the fathers'
muscular ass cheeks and rimming their manholes.  The remaining club members
were tempting the bound fathers, whispering hotly in their ears, "Yea, look
at that tight pink boyhole .  watch his tongue lap at it . see how wet it
gets . oh yea, look at that boyhole pucker! . You want some of that
boypussy?  . Think what it tastes like.  . Makes you want to drool doesn't
it?"  Men were taking turns now lavishly licking and tongue fucking the wet
boy holes.  The boys were tossing their leather clad heads and moaning
indistinguishable groans.

I saw the fathers straining at their bonds staring at the boyholes in front
of them - their bodies overwhelmed with sex flush.

Carl snapped his fingers and six of the club members rushed Kev, the coach,
lifting him off his feet.

"What is this?!" protested Kev.

Carl leaned into Kev's handsome face and leered, "You get your wish now."

The men held Kev up much in the same manner as the boys - horizontal face
up.  They carried him directly to me, his legs spread wide and up by the
two men leading the group.  Kev's huge distended jock pouch was in front of
my face.  His parted marble ass just below, open to his dark pink manhole.
Carl approached me and grasping the back of my neck in one of his strong
hands, directed my face between Kev's open ass cheeks.  "Eat that manpussy
. tongue him deep!" he commanded.

I pressed my face into Kev's warm ass crack.  I began to lap along each
muscular cheek - so soft yet so hard.  My mouth was drooling - I wanted
this!  Leaving long wet trails of saliva, I stroked closer and closer to
the center of Kev's treasure.  Breathing deep, I took in his masculine
scent and it drove me on.  I could see his asslips fluttering in
anticipation.  Suddenly I was there!  The manhole under my wet probing
tongue.  I traced it's soft hills and bumps with the flat of my tongue.
Over and over again I licked - softening, wetting, teasing.  I could hear
Kev moaning above me, his body making small shudders that were conveyed to
me through his hard ass cheeks pressed against my face.  I was drowning in
his manhole - deeper, wetter, still deeper - my tongue dove in - searching,
probing, lapping.  His ass ring muscles nipped at my pointed tongue in
rhythm to his accelerated heart beat.

I was oblivious to what was happening around me.  I didn't see the club
members finally remove the mouth strips from the chained fathers, pulling a
large rubber ball from their mouths.  I didn't hear the fathers groan,
"BoyPussy . Hot, wet, boyhole," and with groans attack the held up
offerings in front of their faces.  I didn't see them strain at their
chains, slobbering and deep tonguing those hunky boy asses.  Nor did I see
the club members holding the boys up, forcing their leather clad bodies
hard against the rimming tongues of the fathers.  I didn't hear the boys
almost growling in heat as their virgin boypussies were deep tongued and
filled with manspit.

Suddenly I was losing that hole - that glorious wet throbbing hole.  It was
moving away!  No!  It was being lowered.  The six men holding Kev started
to lower his jock clad body, sliding his now spit soaked ass down my chest
- lower and lower.  I looked up.  The men holding the leather clad boys
were doing the same - slowly lowering them - pressing their boy asses along
the chests of the chained fathers.  The fathers were howling, "Noooooo
. more!!. hot boypussy . ohhhhhhhh" All three had their big dripping
tongues lashing at air, trying to recover the wet boypussies they lost.

Carl wrapped his arms around me from behind.  I could feel his hard
muscular form surround me in his warmth.  His hands grasped my rigid cock
at it's base.  I looked down - ohhhh I was so hard - my cockhead drooling
rivers of pre-cum.  Then Kev's wet manhole was there.  Carl aimed my cock
and rubbed my sopping wet cockhead around Kev's pussylips.  Pressing me
forward he moaned in my ear, "FUCK HIM!"

The tightness - the heat - the wetness - of Kev's manhole all flashed
through my body, conveyed from my swollen cockhead as it pushed its way in.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh .." I groaned.

A chorus of groans arose around me as the fathers' huge drooling daddycocks
were also being forced into wet tight boyholes.

Bobby's Dad was deep fucking his son with his massive 10 inch cock.  The
boy was urging him on, "Oh Daddy, fuck me!!!  Fuck my hot boy pussy!!!  So
big, Daddy!!  Fuck me!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I started panting at the hot sensations racking my body as my cock slid
slowly deeper into Kev's ass.  The men holding Kev up to my plowing cock
were ravaging him.  The two holding his legs up were lavishly licking his
thighs.  The center two men had their heads bent and were lapping and
nibbling at Kev's nipples.  The far two held him by his arms and shoulders
and had their faces buried in his pits - licking and pulling at his pit
hair with their lips.  A seventh man tilted Kev's head back and sunk his
thick long cock into Kev's mouth, pumping and fucking his throat.  The
man's fat balls slapping back and forth against Kev's nose and eyes.  I hit
bottom in Kev's hungry ass, my crotch hair mashing into his wet pussy lips.

As I started to thrust and fuck that tight sucking ass tube, I looked up.
The fathers were all frantically deep fucking the leather clad boys - aided
by the club members holding the boys' bodies up.  They were rocking the
youngsters back and forth in perfect rhythm to the fuck thrusting dads.

The fathers were deep in the heat of fuck passion - pumping their huge
daddy cocks into the tight offered boyholes.

"Ohhhhhh fuck!! . hot boy pussy!! .. So fucking tight!! . take my big
mancock!!!" they snarled.

Their chains rattled under the strains of their strong muscular bodies.
Hard man asses flexed as they deep thrust into the tight wet boyholes.
Every hot sensation they must have felt, I was feeling in Kev's muscular
manhole - the tight rubbing of cockshaft along asslips, the soft hot heat
of the ass walls, the suction of the ass as I pulled back.  We all rose
higher and higher.  Fucking faster and deeper.

My cock was so hard it hurt - a hot sweet hurt that drove me on and on -
fucking and fucking.

I started to feel my body making small shudders - the end was approaching.
A mis-timed thrust, a shiver in my chest, heat flush on my inner thighs -
all signals my hot cum load was building.  Yet I deep fucked Kev's tight
manhole on and on - there was no stopping the final rush to orgasm.

The man fucking Kev's mouth bellowed. "Argggggggggggggggghhhhhhhh..." and
his muscular body jerked.  I saw thick white cum bubbling from the juncture
of Kev's wet lips and the man's fast cockshaft.  It flowed across Kev's
chin.  Then Kev's hole body rippled in a muscle flex.  His ass clamped hard
on my thrusting cock and sucked wildly at it.  I saw his swollen jock pouch
throb and a rapidly spreading wetness color it.  I fucked deep and held.

"Ughhhhh . Ughhhhhh .. Ughhhhhhhhh ." I grunted as I came and came up Kev's
sucking manhole.

The fathers were bellowing and cursing, "Ohhhhhhh fuck ... pussy cunt ..
cock, pussy, ahhhhhhhhh..!"  They too were cumming!!!

The club members holding up the pussyboys ripped their leather head gear
off!

The fathers saw their sons!!! - their boys!!!!  and they went wild fucking
- deep and long thrusts - screaming, "Son pussy!!  Take your Daddy's
cock!!!!!  Awww fuck!!!!"


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