Date: Mon, 3 Nov 2008 01:28:12 -0400
From: mark4four@gmail.com
Subject: We Need a Daddy Part 2

We Need a Daddy Part 2

By Frank Lee

Did I remember him? The familiar young voice on the phone was seriously
asking this as though I could ever forget him as long as I live.

The image of him walking into my phys-ed class that first day of his
freshman year stayed with me like a video clip. I called him Edward as it
said on the roster and kept calling him that, even after finding out that
all his peers called him Eddie. I worried that if I called him Eddie I
would one day forget that I was not a peer and try to do with him what I
imagined doing from the moment I first saw him. He was the most desirable
kid in the class, a perfect specimen of the kind of cutie pie who can make
a gay high school teacher crazy enough with lust to land himself in
jail. He remained a lust object of mine all through high school. Now he was
on the phone asking if I remembered him. Oh, Lordy!

As he spoke I recalled gratefully that he and his constant companion Chip
provided me with many nights of bedtime fantasy. I'd find excuses to happen
to be in the locker room when one of them was likely to be there for a
shower. Seeing either one naked would make me weak and make my week.

So when Eddie suggested a reunion of sorts, it was like an impossible dream
realized. I agreed without hesitation. He said he was living with Chip
while they earned enough for college. That was the first inkling I had that
these two studly boys might be more than friends. It was a very agreeable
surprise. I was not out at Ridgemont, having decided early in my career
that the combination of being gay and coaching sports was too
risky. Nowadays it seems foolish to let such fears affect one's life, but
that was then, and I prided myself on my total discretion. Even in recent
years I figured I might as well keep up the straight act and did so until
my retirement last year. As far as they knew I was a typical straight
coach. Come to think of it, as far as I knew, Eddie and Chip were typical
straight jocks. Suddenly the whole picture was all out of focus.

Being closeted did not prevent me from privately lusting after my students,
especially ones like Eddie, who seemed to revel in showing off his gorgeous
body. Strolling casually from shower to locker, he'd have his towel draped
over one shoulder, resembling a moving David statue, every curve in the
right place. The only thing concealed was one side of his steel-hard,
slightly fuzzy chest behind the draped towel.  It was all I could do to
avoid gasping at the sight of his gorgeous penis as it flopped confidently
from one thigh to the other. When he'd pull the towel off his shoulder to
dry himself, he'd plant one foot on the bench and bend over to dry between
his toes.

Sometimes I had an eerie feeling that he knew I was there and was
deliberately putting on a show.  As his smooth, perky butt poked out behind
him, his stance would proudly reveal his awesome pucker hole, a raw, pink
treasure framed by sizzling globes of teenage flesh. Many's the time I
fantasized quietly stealing up behind him and taking those curvy cheeks in
my hands, widening the sunburst hole with my thumbs and forefingers, and
slipping my tongue into the delicious tunnel to taste his nectar. I'd
imagine him moaning in appreciation and turning around with a big smile to
reassure me that he didn't view this as the illicit assault it really was
by a dirty old man on an innocent teen, but rather, the pleasant launch of
a consensual bacchanal afternoon.

My day dream would inevitably be shattered by the slam of a locker door or
the arrival of a kid behind me. An intruder would surely have wondered, had
I continued standing there, what the hell I was doing outside the doorway
ogling his naked classmate, so I'd give him my well-rehearsed, plausible
alibi of what I was doing there.

Now this boy of my day dreams and wet dreams is telling me that he and Chip
live together and want me to visit. I didn't want to draw any premature
conclusion, but the idea of them together, possibly being lovers, got my
juices flowing. I told him I thought it must be fun to be rooming together
and left it to him to take my salacious meaning ... or not.

When the date arrived, I was so excited and nervous I could hardly get
ready. The hard-on that woke me in the morning kept returning all day to
remind me of the lust dream I was hoping for that evening.

Driving to their condo, I had to steer with one hand. My left hand was
nestled in my crotch. It felt good diddling my nuts and then running my
palm over my cock head. I pressed the hard shaft against my inner thigh and
felt it stiffen every time I recalled the sight of Eddie or Chip showering
in their naked glory.  In the 10-minute drive I progressed from eager
anticipation to desperate, unbridled sex hunger. My left pant leg darkened
with the leakage from my cock. The pre-cum actually oozed right through the
fabric, and I could feel the sticky liquid on my fingers. Rubbing it around
to dissipate it only produced more of the same and a bigger wet spot. I
wondered if it would be noticeable. Then I decided I didn't care and gave
up trying to hide it. So what if my guess about these sexy guys was wrong?
What would they do, beat me up?  No way. Straight or gay they were two of
the sweetest students I'd ever met at Ridgemont. They were highly unlikely
to emerge as homophobic rednecks a year later.

Eddie answered the door looking every bit as hot as I remembered him. We
shook hands, and he led me to a comfortable couch where Chip was
seated. They both seemed a bit ill at ease. After initial small talk and
catching up there was a gap in the conversation until Chip asked if I
wanted a tour of the place.  Eddie said he had a few kitchen chores
left. Chip took me to the first of two bedrooms. I asked whose this was,
and Chip said matter-of-factly, "This is the guest room. We're together in
the main bedroom down here."

Wow! No doubt left now.

Their bedroom was gorgeous. It had a four-poster king size bed, gigantic
antique dresser with rococo mirror, and two stylish night stands:
Simplicity with a touch of overstated elegance. The macho design of the
bedcover and curtains did nothing to diminish the overall impression that
this was the bedroom of two gay men. I sat on the edge of the bed and
looked around.

"Surprised?" asked Chip.

"A little bit," I said, "because you were both so damn 'straight' in
school. But when Eddie called to invite me and said you lived together, I
thought you might be lovers. In fact that is what I hoped. You probably
realize that I am gay. I don't know if you've also guessed that I am
mightily attracted to you both and have been for a long time."

Eddie came into the room, and seeing me sitting down, asked Chip, "What are
you ..., starting 'the conversation' without me?"

"Well, sort of," Chip replied with a chuckle. "Don't worry. We just broke
the ice. The big subject is still to come."

The intrigue of his comment got my sap flowing big time. I sat there, a
hand on each thigh, gazed first at one then the other, and tried to
convince myself that it was not just my libidinous imagination.  Reading my
mind, Eddie and Chip walked to the bed and stood on either side of me, each
putting a hand on my shoulder, as though they'd rehearsed this
moment. Eddie on my left ran the back of his hand up my cheek and mussed my
hair. Chip caught my eyes in a vise lock and wouldn't let go. Here were
these two gorgeous boys, students of mine up to a year ago, seducing me,
and doing a very good job of it. The fact that not a word was exchanged
only intensified the intimacy.

I finally snapped out of my trance long enough to ask, "What is this 'big
subject' Chip mentioned?"

Chip replied, "We have a proposition, but first, why don't we all have a
drink." He took my hand and led me back to the living room. Eddie followed
with his hand on my shoulder. As soon as Chip made us drinks and we sat
down, Eddie said, "We need a daddy."

"OK," I said. I had a notion of what he was getting at. These were not
na‹ve high school boys, at least not any more. In the year since they
graduated they'd done a lot of maturing. Still, I wanted no
misunderstanding. "Look, you both have fathers. They're both alive. How do
you mean, 'we need a daddy'?"

Eddie repeated himself with more clarity. "We need a REAL daddy. Our
biological fathers were never real dads. Now we have cut the cord and are
basically alienated from them, and we would like to make up for that absent
relationship. We'd like to try it with you."

After that sank in, I let us all sit in silence a while. It was long enough
to make them nervous that I didn't respond. Then I smiled and said simply,
"You bet. Tell me more. Obviously, you have a plan in mind."

Ignoring my curiosity for the moment, Chip said, "What I have in mind is
about the here and now instead of discussing plans. You feel that way too,
Eddie?"

"Yeah," said Eddie. He was sitting close to me with his hand caressing my
thigh. His seductive rubbing slowed when he reached my cock to give it a
prolonged squeeze through the cloth. The second time he held it that way,
feeling how stiff it was, he turned my head toward him and kissed me
firmly. He reached deep into my mouth with his roving tongue. I tongue
battled with him. As our lips locked, I watched his dreamy eyes widen and
crinkle, conveying the smile his lips were too busy to express. My cock was
raging hard by now.

When our lips parted, Chip, who sat on the other side of me, picked up
where Eddie left off.  Gazing into my eyes, he whispered, "Daddy, I want
you." It was as though he relieved an entire pent-up frustration in that
one sentence. Chip's kiss was fully as stimulating as Eddie's, and when he
stuck his tongue down my throat, he guided my hand behind him to his
rounded butt cheeks.

I needed no more coaxing than that. I grabbed one cheek and worked my
middle finger into the crack, pressing the seat of his pants steadily
against his ass hole. Feeling his lips against mine and his hand diddling
my cock and balls egged me on. I started pushing hard against his hole. I
could sense that this was triggering a flash of passion. Each time I'd push
my finger, I'd feel his hand tighten around my dick. It was like a
pavlovian reaction. The thrill of each passionate kiss and each cock grip
stimulated my own surge of revived libido. I can't remember when I last
felt such compelling erotic energy.

Chip kept playing with my cock while Eddie traced the inside of my ear with
his finger. Eddie massaged my neck while Chip reached under my shirt and
searched my hairy chest for my nipples. He squeezed each one.

Chip took our foreplay to the next level. He unbuckled my belt, pulled my
pants to the floor, and exposed the wet spot left on my boxers by my
moistened prick. He pulled on the waistband of my boxers for a closer look
at what was making such a spectacle and reached inside to grip it with his
palm and thumb. He held the head close to his mouth and blew on it gently
then stroked the whole joystick with his thumb. He continued teasing until
I blurted in frustration, "Take that fucking thing in your mouth and suck
on it!"

Biting his lower lip with a mischievous grin, he bent his head into my lap
and licked my cock head.  He French kissed the piss hole, fluttered his
lips around the crown, the tip of his tongue flicking in and around the
hole, thumb and two fingers wrapped around the base of the throbbing
shaft. When he swallowed the whole thing, it was obvious he'd become an
expert at sucking cock. It shook me that this former student was sucking my
man tool with all the skill of a professional escort. As the surpassingly
pleasant sensation of his cock sucking consumed me, I realized that I would
have no problem whatsoever loving Chip and Eddie as my sons.

While Chip was hoovering my cock head, Eddie fondled my neck and ears,
rubbed my chest and pinched my nipples, pinching each one in turn, twisting
and letting go. Eddie pulled Chip's head off my cock so they could continue
disrobing me. He yanked my outer shirt over my head, then my undershirt.
Chip pulled my pants from around my ankles and tossed them over a chair
before removing my shoes and socks. I felt like a Chippendale stripper
letting smitten fans disrobe him. They shed their own clothes while
stripping me.

Eddie zeroed in on my cock and claimed his turn. He went down on it so far
he briefly choked and pulled away. The gagging stoked my fire. I lifted my
hips up hard and dug the head of my cock deep down his throat. I repeated
this four or five times until eliciting a muffled, desperate gasp. After
inhaling some air, he resumed the suction and happily swallowed any
lingering discomfort. He rubbed the purple helmet around the lining of his
throat. I could feel pre-cum oozing from my cock as he held the swollen
head firmly in the grip of his throat muscles.

I was shifting my attention to what a thrill it would be to fuck these boys
and get fucked in return.  The image flashed through my mind of me in the
middle of a chain fuck. Eddie's strong hold on my cock never loosened. I
soon reached the edge, just short of unleashing my juice down his throat,
but I wanted to savor this joy as long as possible. I gently took his head
by the ears and signaled the intensity of my passion by pulling his mouth
to the tip of my cock and holding it there. I leaned over and whispered,
"Slow down, stud. I'm real close. I don't know how much longer I can hold
out."

"Don't worry about that," he said. "I'm gonna make you cum over and over,
and I don't care how long it takes each time."

Music to my ears!

"God," I thought. "If you and Chip can manage to pull more than two loads
out of me, you'll be giving me an experience I haven't had in a good 10
years."

Somehow, though, I did not doubt that they could make me spill seed
multiple times and still have more for the morning. I was like a third
randy teenager, surrounded by two gorgeous studs who couldn't say enough
about how much they desired me. The thrill of the moment, the incredibly
sexy feeling throughout my body, overwhelmed me. I didn't know what they'd
propose once we got to the delayed subject of their plans for the future,
but it was sure to be good.

While Eddie continued flicking his tongue over my tingling cock head, Chip
maneuvered around so he straddled me, facing away, his butt crack directly
in front of my mouth. I pulled his ass to me, stuck my tongue inside his
hole, and elicited a guttural, animalistic grunt of ecstasy from him. I've
always prided myself on my rimming skills. He clearly appreciated them.

His ass and groin emitted a musky, macho scent that invited me to satisfy
my hunger for man booty. Each lick was a delight, like savoring the most
delectable of desserts. Each moan from Chip urged me to bury my tongue
deeper. I stuck my thumbs in his hole and pulled its edges wide apart,
keeping my hands on his warm, tender butt flesh.

Eddie sat up next to me and reached behind my neck and around my chin to
take hold of Chip's ball sac. He pulled him down by the balls so his knees
were on the couch and his ass at a good level to get fucked. My hard-on did
a double take. It sprang up sharply as I rose to kneel behind Chip and
enter that tasty butt hole. Eddie handed me a condom and before I put it on
gave my cock a couple of tight twists with his fist. I rolled the latex
onto my roaring hard cock. It wasn't easy. My hands and legs were quivering
with excitement. Eddie squirted some lube on his fingers and smeared it up
and down Chip's crack, slathering lots of it in and around the hole, then
gave my cock another fist twist to lube it up. The winking hole shined with
lube, waiting for me to penetrate.

I positioned the throbbing head at his sweet opening and leaned my body
into his. At first I encountered minor resistance. His tight opening soon
gave way and welcomed me inside with a swoosh of suction that pulled on my
shaft with such pressure that my pubes hitting his ass cheeks made a loud
slapping sound. It was a stunning sensation. I stayed still, my cock
inserted to the groin bone in his love tunnel, my balls rubbed together by
his butt cheeks. I could have stayed forever locked inside him that way,
feeling his ass hole tightly spasm against the entire length of my
cock. Staying still at this point was my only defense against losing my
load then and there.

Eddie got behind me and played with my ass as I gradually started moving my
hips and fucking his lust buddy. He pushed me in and pulled me out. As his
hands warmed my already hot flesh back there, I realized that I needed him
to penetrate me as I was penetrating Chip. "Fuck me, Eddie," I said. "Get
inside me now before I lose it. I want us all to cum together."

Eddie moved quickly. He lubed my hole, wrapped his stiff tool and stabbed
it inside in one breathtaking motion. The three of us rocked back and
forth, a daddy-and-sons sandwich about to be flavored with the mayonnaise
of man seed.

Eddie had his hands on my shoulders and used them for leverage to slam his
cock deeper with each thrust.  The third pump into my ass gave me a
start. It felt like his cock head was pounding against my belly button from
inside. It was such a powerful charge it swept my whole body forward. My
cock pounded Chip's innermost organs and elicited a loud scream from him. I
worried that I had hurt him and asked if he was OK.

"Oh yeah," he said. "I could not be more OK. The pain is fantastic. Hurt me
again, Daddy."

I took him at his word that he was not only enduring these invasions but
loving the pain so much that it redoubled his pleasure. I pulled out a
couple times so I could rub my cock head over the ass hole and reenter him
with even more force.

While I had my throbbing cock outside him and diddled his hole that way,
Eddie was all the way inside my bowels. He rocked his hips left and right
and made his cock do an incredibly hot twist dance inside me. Out of the
blue Eddie cried, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum."

So much for cumming together. I was not quite there. I leaned onto Chip's
torso, arched my back, my cock stiff against his ass crack, and got ready
for Eddie's blast. He pulled out and shot a wad that soaked my ass
cheeks. The thick, warm fluid felt wonderful. He scraped some onto his
fingers and brought the dripping boy nectar around to my mouth for a
taste. I kept the jizz inside my mouth and turned Chip's head around so I
could share it in a kiss with him. Then Eddie took hold of my cock and
jacked it back to full erection so I could reinsert it up Chip's butt. Now
it was Chip's turn, and with me inside him, he let loose a tumbler full of
hot cream. I said I was getting real close, and Chip yelled, "Hold on. Not
yet. Let Eddie and me lie under you so we can drink it."

He pulled his ass off my cock and turned around, face below my cock. Eddie
got down there from behind, his face next to Chip's. I wanked my rod no
more than three strokes before it spewed gush after gush. I aimed each
spurt at one or the other's mouth. At least two shots hit each target. The
rest drenched their faces like white rivers, covering Eddie's chin, under
Chip's right eye and into his hair. I had no idea I could shoot such so
much volume.

Now I was done for and ready for a rest. I didn't want to stop. I wanted
this to go on without end, but my body was telling me it needed a break. I
breathlessly suggested that we eat.

"Good idea," said Chip. "We are the naked chefs. You want to be the naked
diner?"

I laughed and said fine. Putting on clothes would be too much trouble and
rather pointless after our orgy.  I felt like a decadent Roman patrician
whose day consisted of gorging on sex, then food, then sex. The most I
would have wanted to wear anyway was a toga.

Eddie and Chip busied themselves in the kitchen while I stayed put on the
couch. I had a partial view of them. It was fun to see how frisky and
playful they were, still full of energy. It felt like deja vu, with me back
at the locker room doorway spying on them. (I made a mental note to confess
to them some day about my voyeurism.) At one point Chip swatted Eddie on
his ass with a dish towel. That took him by surprise and prompted Eddie to
grab Chip by the waist, spin him around and give him a knuckle rub on the
head. Then he pulled their lips together for a passionate kiss. Chip
dropped to his knees, swallowed Eddie's cock and brought it back to
full-flowered rigidity.

Eddie jacked Chip's cock to a matching state. At the same time he reached
his other hand to Chip's ass and stuck a finger in it. As Eddie bent over
Chip's body to reach his cock and hole, his own ass cheeks separated
splendidly like a curtain unveiling the prize jewel. Gazing on that auburn
sphincter, I realized I had to get my cock up there soon so my reunion with
the boys would be complete. Not that I thought this was the last time we
would be together, far from it. I had a feeling we would spend many future
days and hopefully years in one another's company. Still, I harbored a
slight disbelief that what was happening was real. I had a compulsion to
make the most of this opportunity in short order. I would fuck that boy
just like I fucked his buddy, only harder.

My cock, which had momentarily subsided, sprang to life at the sight of
those wondrous boy buns and the shining disk between them that promised an
entry I could only imagine. My dick was actually doing the imagining. Would
I ever lose this hard-on? If those randy scamps had their way we would be
making love on this visit at every moment when not sleeping or eating. I
had no problem with that agenda.

Finally Eddie lifted his head from Chip's back and straightened up. He
looked around to see me ogling and noticed my hard-on, which was hard to
miss. This prompted a huge smile, and he winked at me and pointed to his
own stiffie, fresh from Chip's mouth. He made a jacking motion and licked
his lips fetchingly, then winked again and turned to the stovetop grill to
flip the steaks. One of these days, I thought playfully, I'll teach that
cock tease a lesson, but right now I was enjoying the show. He put his tiny
chef's apron back on and turned toward me to show his boner protruding from
his crotch under the skimpy cloth.  Chip wore a matching one. They were
labeled "His" and "His." These boys had been doing some adventurous
shopping. I was tempted to go in and untie both aprons so their tools could
become my appetizers but decided not to.

"I'm leaving you two alone for now, against my better judgment," I
said. "If we start up again, we'll never eat anything but cock and ass."

"Yeah, right," Chip replied with a chuckle. "Like that would bother you!"

"There could be worse fates," I conceded. "But after our play session I am
hungry enough to eat a cow, so I hope those steaks are good and thick."

"Thick, but not as thick as that meat you're packing," said Chip.

It was a generous comment about my endowment inasmuch as each of them had
cock girth that put mine to shame.

After Chip put the finishing touches on the salad, they brought the food to
the table with fanfare, singing, "Here comes the food" to the tune of the
Wedding March. The steaks looked just right, the salad fresh and tempting,
but the piece de resistance was the platter of mashed potatoes.

They were neatly piled like a white mountain. On each side was an
indentation in the shape of an erect penis viewed from the side. Chip and
Eddie had pressed their hard-ons into the sides and left exact replicas. I
could even tell which was which. Chip's was on the left, the thick veins
running along the inside of the mold as on his real one. Eddie's cock
helmet was unmistakable on the right hand impression.  They stood by the
mashed potatoes, rigid cocks next to the two impressions, trying to trick
me. Eddie stood on the left with his cock lined up at Chip's mold, and Chip
did the same with Eddie's. I didn't say a word but stood up, took each live
cock in hand, and made them move around to the correctly corresponding
molds. They burst into laughter.

"Can't fool our daddy, can we," said Eddie. "You know us so well it's
fucking scary."

"Oh, I don't think it's so scary," I said. "Those are both monster cocks
that I am sure I can tame over time."

We all laughed and sat down.

"The food is delicious," I said, "but I can hardly wait for dessert!"

Chip and Eddie wolfed down their food so quickly that both finished well
before I did. They sat like good boys for a while and politely waited for
their daddy to finish. Soon, though, Eddie got impatient to start his
"dessert" while I was still working on my salad, which I'd left to last. He
knelt beside my chair and put his face on my napkin. My cock rose to the
occasion. He slid the napkin from my groin and wrapped his lips around the
stiffening rod. Needless to say, my salad course was the highlight of the
meal.  Stimulated by Eddie's vigorous cock sucking, I soon reached the
point of no return, threw back my head, and let a massive load pour into
his throat.

So that I wouldn't be left hungering for the sweet nectar of our dessert,
Chip and Eddie stood on either side of my chair and alternated shoving
cocks in my mouth. Eddie was the more aggressive. He face- fucked me with a
stabbing motion. Chip would hold his cock at the base and tease me by
smacking the shaft on my cheeks and between my lips as I hung out my tongue
in desperate desire. I would catch the shaft about every third slap and
pull the whole thing inside. I'd twist it around in my mouth, make love to
it with my tongue, and feel the pre-cum ooze down my throat.

Eddie was ready to blow first. He yanked his dick from my lips and nudged
Chip to take his place.  While I was sucking on Chip's engorged manhood,
Eddie jacked his and sprayed a bucketful of cum onto Chip's cock. Some got
on my chin, but most landed along the cock and in my mouth. I kept sucking
on Chip's cock while drinking in Eddie's creamy jizz. Before I had cleaned
off the last of Eddie's pudding, I brought Chip to his own climax, which
flushed into my mouth. Our dessert was unparalleled.

I was spent again. The boys were also ready for a break. We finally could
discuss their proposition.  We were all buck naked, sticky with cum, but
there was not a hint of discomfort or embarrassment. That's how relaxed we
had become in this, our first intimate evening together.

Eddie started, "We both really appreciate your coming over here. Especially
we love that we turn you on sexually. We want you to be our daddy, but we
wanted to be sure you like us before we asked you to join our
relationship." Chip continued, "We both had tough times with our dads, and
we both see you as a father figure. We thought you might be gay but weren't
sure, so tonight we found out a lot of things. I hope we will also hear you
agree to be our daddy."

To paraphrase an axiom, a fuck is worth a thousand words. Instead of
answering, I took Eddie and Chip by the arms into the bedroom, put Eddie
face down on the bed, had Chip kneel in front of me, and proceeded to ream
Eddie a new ass hole with my manhood while Chip fucked my face. This time
we did manage to cum in unison, all three of us. It was amazing, and it was
spectacular. We were so exhausted that we turned down the covers, crawled
under them, and fell asleep.

That was three weeks ago. I haven't spent more than two hours in a row at
my house since. I think we were born to be daddy and sons.

(To be continued)