Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2006 12:15:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wooflix <wooflix@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cigar Daddy

Note: Usual disclaimers apply. Don't read this if you
are underage, object to gay sex or gays in general.
This is a work of fiction. All rights reserved by the
author.


I was bored and horny one saturday evening. So I
decided to hop on the net, and use the new webcam for
my laptop.

I got the program started, and after logging in, I
went to the "Smokers" room to se if I could chat with
a hot cigar daddy type.

As it was still wintertime, I was wearing my robe, and
tenderly played with my soft cock, knowing that it
wouldn't remain that way for long.

I scrolled down while looking over who was in the
room, and noticed a hot looking older guy's profile
that was also a local. Man, nice furry chest, cigar in
his mouth, stroking a nice thick club - I had to
message him after seeing that hot picture!

I said hello with an instant message, and replied with
a hot video shot of him flexing his massive biceps,
puffing his big stogie, and then stood up to stroke
his cock for me, then the vid ended.

Man, my cock swelled to full hardness in record time,
and I parted my robe so he could see what was
interested in his form. We started going back and
forth with our instant messages, him liking what he
saw as much as I did. We chatted back and forth in
this state, me telling him secrets about myself,
including why I am so attracted to older masculine top
daddy men, since my own daddy ran out on me when I was
just a kid.

Soon enough, he said "Boy, I"m tired of playing on
here. Give me your email address, follow the
directions, and get over here immediately. I'm having
a party, and I think you will meet the daddy of your
dreams over here. You want a daddy of your own,
right?"

I complied with his request, and soon I found myself
pulling on my tightest and most worn denim shorts,
tanktop, and boots with short socks. I hopped in the
car, and soon enough I arrived at his address, parked
and was ringing his doorbell.

Cigardaddy answered the door, wearing his chaps,
harness, and boots, puffing on his cigar, and wearing
mirrored sun glasses. He said "Get in" and I walked
through the door past him while he shut the door and
locked it behind him. I stood at attention while I
waited cigardaddy's first command.

"Son, you ready for the night of your life? After
tonight, you won't be lonely. Are you ready?" I nodded
my head and answered firmly "Yes Sir, I am ready Sir."

"Good. Strip."

CigarDaddy was ready to begin his lesson for a grown
boy wanting to become a man.

I stripped off my clothes in record speed, and admired
daddy in the process, smoking his stogie, and pullin
on his nips while his uncut mancock jutted out hard
and angry looking from the crotch of his chaps. It was
so hard that the skin was riding back - I could almost
check his pulse by watching it flex.

"On your knees boy."

I quickly obeyed, and daddy checked my neck with a
tape, then put a dog collar around my neck, and I
could feel his cock rubbing against my back as he
attached it to me. He then circled around to stand in
front of me, and rubbed his cockhead under my nose,
teasing me as his leaky cock drooled on my goatee.

"Smell it, boy." I took a deep sniff of his cockhead,
and it had that musky smell that a masculine top man
that is uncut has that drives me wild. I was hard to
the point of almost being in pain, I was having to
restrain myself so much from sticking my tongue out
for a taste of this bull studcock in front of me.

"Stand up boy." I got to my feet, and daddy blew a
large puff in my face, with a determined look on his
face, putting his bearded face about an inch from
mine, the tip of his nose just barely touching my
nose. "You like that mancock BOY?!"

I barked "YES SIR!" as I expected he wanted the
obedience of a soldier. He wanted to test me, and I
knew I would enjoy it more if he was enjoying himself.


Daddy nodded his approval, and attached a short leash
to my collar, and led me with a "C'mon boy" and I
obediently followed him as he led me to a set of
stairs leading downward, with sconces in the wall
leading to a darkened basement, which I expected would
be a dimly lit playroom.

As we reached the bottom step, I could see ahead of me
what looked like a billiards table covered by a black
leather cover. To my right I could see a leather sling
suspended in the air with nothing around it, and to my
left I could see what looked like a long padded
platform that looked like it would be good for several
guys to be fucked at the same time.

My cock was leaking as I continued to be led by my
daddy past all these things, down a hallway to a
closed door.

Daddy opened the door, and removed the leash as he
flipped on a dimmer light, and told me to get on the
large square platform bed in front of me. On the bed
there was a scrapbook folder. Daddy told me to open
the folder, and start reading.

"Boy, I have invited some daddies to come over here. I
think you have been sadly neglected. So we are going
to make sure you know all there is to know about being
a daddy's boy. By the end of this night, you will no
longer be a boy alone in the world. You will belong to
your own daddy, and you will be the one to choose him.
I will not claim you as my own - you will claim your
daddy. That book will tell you about all the daddies
looking for a boy. You will be allowed to play with
all of us, and we will play with you tonight. There
will be other boys here later, but you will get to
choose first. Your happiness is my happiness. No boy
should be without a daddy"

Before he left the room, Cigardaddy pulled me close to
him, growled a deep manly growl, and gave me a
passionate, intense, and lovingly male kiss complete
with all the tongue I could handle. Then he shut the
door and I went to pick up the scrapbook.

I began to leaf through the book, looking at the
portfolio of daddies that are looking for boys,
including bios, incomes, likes and dislikes. There
wasn't much left to the imagination.

After about 30 minutes, I heard the door open and
Cigardaddy walked into the room, followed by 8 daddies
of various types.

"Men, one of you will become the daddy to this boy. HE
will choose one of you - he's had a little while to
look over your bios, and now you get to greet him, and
develop some chemistry. Remember the rules - the boy
is in charge until you are selected. Then you become
the daddy in charge of your new boy."

This sounded like fun!

I waited for Cigardaddy to come and talk to me quietly
before getting off the bed. He came over and said "Now
son, you heard what they heard. Until you choose one,
you are in charge of them. They will serve you, and
prove to you their worthiness to be your daddy. You
need to remember that as you eliminate one, another
boy will enter the play space, and other matches will
be made. Once you eliminate a potential daddy, you may
no longer have any power over him. He will be free to
do as he pleases with other potential boys. Once you
select your daddy, only he can give permission for you
to play with another daddy. If you have any questions,
now is the time to ask. I will be observing, and will
step in if someone crosses the line. Once you select
your daddy, you will sign a contract with an attorney
present along with your daddy in the side room over
there. This is your marker - once you mark a daddy
with it, he's free to find another boy. Choose well,
son."

Cigardaddy then released me from my leash. I was a
loose boy, free to roam until I chose my daddy.

I walked over to the line of daddies standing next to
the wall, and decided the first thing I needed to find
out was about kissing. "I like to kiss my daddy, and I
need to find the daddy that can kiss me best."

One by one, I went down the line, and made out for a
few moments with each daddy. All were satisfactory
kissers, except for one older bearded daddy with blond
fur. He was not so good at kissing, so I marked him
with my mark, releasing him. He left the room and went
into the playroom, and rang a bell suspended from the
ceiling. He then closed the door to the room we were
in, I suppose so the next boy couldn't see any
potential daddies until they were released.

Next, I decided I needed each of the daddies to suck
my cock. I moved over to a big leather chair, sat
down, and put my legs over the padded arms, and said
"Suck me, daddy." One by one, the men took a turn
sucking on my dick. Five were good cocksuckers, but
the last two just weren't so good at it, so I marked
them, and they left. Two bell rings could be heard
quietly peeling from the other room.

I like a verbal daddy, so next test was going to be
finding out how well these five daddies could talk
trash to me while getting me worked up. "Daddies -
talk dirty to me and get me turned on. You may play
with my nips, cock and balls, or my ass."

The first daddy was tall, about 6'6", hairy as can be,
with a nice large bulge in his jeans. He got on his
knees and started right in - "Yeah boy, I got what you
need..." He dove into my ass beard first, and started
licking my hole with a long deep tongue fuck. he
reached up and pulled on my nipples while he licked
around my hole, and lowly whispered nasty things to me
to get me aroused. Nice job, he'd stay in the running.

Next was a smaller daddy, probably 5'11", but very
muscular with a real nice furry chest perfect for
resting your head on at night. He yanked out his cock
from his jeans as soon as he got in front of me, and
teased my hole with his massive hot cock leaking
copious amounts of his manfluid, and excited me with
his big dick and very deep, masculine voice. He was
doing a good job and would stay in the race.

The next couple of daddies were okay, but just didn't
excite me enough, so they both were marked and sent to
the adjoining room to ring the bell.

The last daddy to stay in the running was almost a
pornstar dream come true, with his dark eyes, tattoos,
furry body, muscular frame, and goatee. He reminded me
so much of my favorite star, Hank Tower.
He pulled out his nice uncut cock, started jacking on
it while rubbing it on my face, rubbing my hole with
his masculine fingers, and even pulled out a bottle of
poppers which I eagerly inhaled. Man, this guy was
HOT!

I started to hear sex noises coming from the other
side, which only increased the sexual temperature in
the men still in the running to be my daddy.

Down to three. Doug, the 6'6" daddy with the long
tongue. Stan, the 5'11" daddy with the huge leaky
cock. And Marcos, the latino stud with the poppers.

I decided that we needed to move to the platform bed,
and let them each have a turn fucking me without
cumming.

Stan went first, and while he was passionate, the
chemistry wasn't right. He got stamped and didn't have
to wait before exiting to the other room where it was
obvious an orgy was in progress.

Next was Marcos, and while he was hot, he was into his
own pleasure more than mine, I could sense it.
I decided to let him wait though, as I wondered how he
would react to seeing another daddy's attention to me.


Doug's bullcock was leaking precum like a faucet - he
was so eager to please me, and there wasn't a part of
my body he didn't lick, tongue, kiss, and suck. He
even pulled out his own bottle of poppers, his own
pair of snakebite suction cups for my tits, and a
magnum condom for his massive meat. He even smiled a
brilliant white smile and said "I was a bearscout. I
cum prepared!"

The contest was over. Marcos left the room in a huff,
and my new daddy Doug kissed me deeply as we made
passionate love for what seemed like hours.

We lay snuggling in a passionate embrace, when
Cigardaddy entered the room, and said "Doug, when you
and your boy are ready, you are welcome to come join
us. Everyone is having a good time, and the daddies
all seem to have found a suitable boy for themselves.

"We're fine right now, Jim, but maybe later we will
join the party. Right now, I just want to get to know
my boy without any more distractions."

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