Date: Sun, 9 Jun 2002 15:33:37 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "The Daddy Pool"

			      THE DADDY POOL
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     "Here we are!" Daddy said as we pulled up to a big, very nice house.
     "Wow!" I said, looking at it, looking around. I was expecting a
trailer house or hotel room or such when I got to go spend the summer with
him. But this... "This is nice!" I said.
     Daddy puffed out his chest and looked proud. "Me and three of the guys
at work all are divorced and have boys about the same age. We got to
talking about how much trouble it is to qualify to get our summer custody
and Robert said, 'Let's all get together and just buy a house, a nice house
and get it over with!' And here we are!"
     I went inside and it was even nicer. Daddy explained that they bought
the entire house from the estate of an elderly couple who had died. Most of
the furniture had come with the house when they bought it. "It was the fact
we had kids that sold them on the idea, the estate was told to sell to a
family with children and here's four families with children. The trustee
decided it was what they would have wanted."
     I was too busy looking around to listen much. We went into one room
and it was like there was a hole in the middle of the room, and the hole
had been lined and padded with cushions all over. "That's where you kids
will be sleeping." Daddy said. "Just pick a spot and lie down." A kid was
already there, stowing his stuff in a cabinet they had there. "That's
Jacob, he's Eli's boy. They're from Utah." Jacob was about my age, maybe a
little younger, he had deep brown hair, darker than mine. We said hello and
then I said to Daddy, "Where's the bathroom?"
     "Nearest one is down the hall on your right." Daddy said. "Two more
upstairs if you need them. I'll go get the rest of your stuff out of the
car."
     "Okay." I said and went down the hall. Trouble is, the only door that
could have been the bathroom was locked, so I took the stairs at the end of
the hall, intending to find one of the two upstairs bathrooms. The top
hallway had four doors, and one was open so I took it. A bedroom, I didn't
know whose, but the other door in there was also open, and it was a
bathroom. Someone was in the shower, but I just had to pee, so I figured it
wouldn't matter; I'd be in and out by the time whoever it was even knew I
was there.
     I saw the big body in the shower, it had to be one of the other
daddies. I went to the toilet and took care of business, and I was just
finishing up and shaking my weenie when I heard the shower stop and the
door to it open. I looked over and the guy inside was reaching for a towel,
and I could see everything and I mean everything.
     He was about Daddy's age, which is in his early thirties, and had a
rugged, football-player like build, big and husky, and his cock was
dangling down like a fat sausage. I was gawking at it (I hadn't seen an
adult's weenie before, and was surprised at how big it was, how thick, and
all that hair around it.
     "Hello, there." He said and I looked up, wondering if I was in
trouble. But he was smiling and he didn't close the door, just started
drying his hair.
     "Hello." I said and stared at his dick again. I don't know if you
remember the first time you saw a big, fat weenie, but this was my first
and it fascinated me.
     "Who are you?" he asked me.
     "Kyle." I said. "Kyle Jamieson."
     "You're Richard's boy?" he said, understanding.
     I knew Daddy's first name was Richard so I nodded. "Are you Ely?" I
guessed.
     He smiled. "No, I'm Robert. My son's name is Tom."
     "Oh." I said. "I guess I haven't met him yet."
     "He's probably out by the pool." Robert said. "You been out there
yet?"
     "You have a pool?" I was surprised, Daddy was keeping everything about
the house a surprise for me.
     "Yep." He said. "Big one, and heated. Surrounded by a high wall,
too. We can go skinny-dipping if we feel like it."
     "Wow." I said. "I'm going to go see the pool!"
     "Have fun." he said and I left. Looking at his dick was fun, but a
pool! That was going to be fun and stay fun all summer long!
     I went outside and down the stairs, but it was a different set of
stairs, and I ended up at the dining room instead of the hallway. I went in
and heard noises in the kitchen and I went over and looked.
     A Latino man was fixing dinner, wearing nothing but a pair of blue
shorts. He looked over at me and said, "Hello, you must be Kyle."
     "Yeah." I said. "I just got here."
     "Good to meet you." he said. He didn't have any accent at all, but he
was full-blood Latino, with sharp Indian-like cheekbones and a
mustache. His body was just as muscular as Robert's, only he was smaller.
     "What's your name?" I asked him.
     "I am Jorge. My son is Diego, he is at the pool."
     "Yeah, the pool!" I said.
     "You like tacos?" he asked me. "I'm making tacos for supper."
     "Tacos sound great!" I said. "Where's the pool?"
     "Kyle! Kyle, where are you?" Daddy called out.
     "In the kitchen!" I said.
     He joined me. "What are you doing in here?" he asked me. "You get
lost?"
     "A little." I admitted. "I had to go upstairs for a bathroom and I
took the other stairs down."
     "Ah." Daddy said. "Well, that's as lost as you can get in this house."
He pointed through the other door into the kitchen, not counting the one
outside. "The family room where you'll be sleeping is right in there."
     "Where's the pool?" I said eagerly.
     He looked disappointed. "I was saving that for a surprise."
     "I'm sorry." I said. "Where's the pool? Is it through here?" I said,
pointing and running at the door to the kitchen.
     "That's the way. Don't get in the water with your clothes on."
     "I'll skinny-dip!" I promised him and they just laughed.
     Outside was a dark-brown haired guy who had to be Ely and he was
watching a brown-skinned boy (that had to be Diego) and a boy whose hair
was about my color who were swimming.
     "Hello, Ely!" I said to him, waving.
     "Hello, Kyle!" he said to me.
     "How did you know my name?" I asked him.
     "How did you know mine?"
     "They told me you were at the pool."
     "Well, you were the only boy I didn't know here, so you had to be
Kyle."
     I laughed. "That's right." I said.
     "Go change into your swimming trunks and you can swim." Ely said.
     "Can't I skinny dip instead?"
     "I see you've been talking to Bob." Ely laughed. "Not yet. Maybe some
other time."
     "Okay." I said and went back to get my swimsuit.
     But Daddy was there and he insisted on me getting my stuff put away in
the family room and then it was time to eat and then you can't swim with a
full stomach and by then it was dark.
     I didn't mind a whole lot, you can wait when a pool's right outside
waiting for you, after all. We were like a big happy family around the
table. It felt funny to hear people calling my Daddy Richard or Dick. I
tried that once, just once, and Daddy slapped me on the side of the head,
not hard, just letting me know I did wrong. "You call me Daddy like you're
supposed to."
     "But everyone else was calling you that." I said.
     "But they're not my son. You are." Daddy said.
     "Okay, Daddy."
     "Shall we tell them?" Ely said.
     "Now's a good time." Robert chipped in.
     "Yeah." Jorge agreed. "You tell them."
     "Okay." Daddy stood up and tapped his water glass with his
knife. "Listen up, you guys. We're glad to have you here for the summer,
but we have to have some rules. First rule is that we are all going to be
in charge of all of you."
     "That means," Robert told Tom, "that when one of us tells you to do
something, you do it."
     "Any time we don't have a babysitter for you, we're going to be
trading off so that at least one of us is home at all times." Daddy went
on. "So you better obey the one who is home, he's in charge, got it?"
     Jacob laughed and said, "So instead of one daddy, we got four?"
     Daddy was a little surprised, but he said, "That's about right."
     "Does that mean I should call them Daddy?"
     "Why not?" Ely said. "You can call me Daddy Ely. They're Daddy Bob and
Daddy Jorge."
     "Papa Jorge." Jorge put in.
     "Okay, Papa Jorge." Ely said. "But your Daddy is still plain old
Daddy."
     Daddy considered that. "Works for me. Nothing like a title to make
sure everyone remembers who you are."
     "That's why they call you the foreman at work." Daddy Bob said to
Daddy.
     "Exactly." Daddy said. "You all got that? I'm Daddy Richard to all of
you from now on. Kyle, you call them by their titles, too. Then behave that
way. Everyone cool with that?"
     I was liking them all already. This promised to be a fun summer. "Fine
with me, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy and Daddy, uh, Papa." I said as I looked
around the table.
     So with a lot of laughter and silliness, we cleared the table and then
went to the family room to watch some television.
     At nine o'clock, Daddy stood up and said, "Time you boys were all in
bed. Let's move upstairs, guys and we can watch the television up there,
let these boys sleep."
     One thing I didn't mention was that we had all put out our pillows on
the part of the room we planned to sleep on, what do they call this place,
a conversation pit? It was all padded, and I had taken one corner and the
other boys had put their pillows in their corners, there was enough room to
let us all do that, sleep around the sides of the square.
     Only when I came back from the bathroom, Diego was in my spot. He had
my blanket laid out and looked up at me, me wearing only my briefs like I
usually slept.
     "Hey, that's my spot." I said, not mad, just pointing it out.
     "I know." He said. "Want to share?" His brown face lit up with a beam
of white teeth in the dusky room and he pulled back the quilt for me and I
saw he didn't even have on any briefs.
     And as for sharing, I could tell he wasn't talking about the
blanket. "Okay." I said, my little dick getting stiff. I did this on
sleepovers all the time, me and my friends, playing with each other's
dicks, so I wasn't surprised at all by this. In fact, I thought it was
going to be a great way to share the summer!
     I pulled off my briefs and I climbed in and snuggled up next to
Diego. He giggled and his hand came over and caught hold of my cock and I
felt down his body and then found his, a tiny little stiff bump waiting for
me. It was so warm in my hand. I was still very naive, I thought all I was
supposed to do was hold onto it.
     But Diego's hand began to stroke up and down my dick and I was
surprised how that made the good feeling of a hand even better. "Ooh,
that's good!" I sighed.
     "Do it to me." Diego urged.
     I did, it took me a little while to figure it out, I had to use just
my fingers, but I got them moving on his dick and Diego sighed in my
ear. "Yeah, that's the way." he said. "Keep doing it."
     "You, too." I said.
     "What are you guys doing?" Jacob asked us.
     "Playing with each other's dicks." Diego said. "Wanna come join us?"
     Jacob looked at us and said, "Yeah."
     "Come on, Tom." Diego said but Tom was grinning real big and coming
over to us. We had to get up and scoot out into the middle of the
conversation pit but then I had Tom on my left side and Diego on my right
and I had a dick in each hand and Tom's on mine. I could feel Jacob trying
to take Diego's dick away from me but I wasn't letting go, Jacob ended up
with his hand on Diego's balls. Tom's hand was pumping away at me in a way
that said he'd been doing it a long time, he was really good at it. I could
feel my dick tingling like I'd never felt it do before.
     "Ooh, yeah, yeah!" I moaned. "Yeah, Tom, like that, and faster." I
coaxed him.
     "You never did this before?" Tom asked me.
     "Not like this, ooh, yeah!" I sighed. "Ooh, oh, oh!" My dick
was...acting strangely. It was tingling a lot, a whole lot. "Ooh, oh, oh,
uh, UH, UHHH!" I grunted and my little weenie was just tingling and making
me feel so good. It was like a whole lot of good feeling rose up inside of
me and then it stayed high a few seconds, and then it dropped away again.
     "Ooh, oh, oh, OH, stop, stop!" I begged. My dick was hurting now as
Tom worked it.
     Tom stopped and said, "Come on, do mine fast like that, okay? Huh?"
     "Okay." I agreed and put my hand to work as fast as I could.
     Diego was groaning now and listened, knowing what he was going through
and when he finished having his little-boy orgasm, I did it just a few
seconds more and then stopped for him before it could hurt.
     Now I could pay full attention to Tom and I did, I gave him the
fastest pumping my hand could manage and Tom moaned, "Oh, oh, uh, uh, uhh!"
     "Boys?" came my Daddy's voice. "Boys, what are you doing in there?"
     I kept working Tom's dick and he quieted down. "Nothing." I said and
so did Jacob.
     "You boys settle down and get to sleep."
     "Yeah, quit playing with yourselves." Daddy Bob said. "Boys, you get
them together and they play grab-dick every time."
     We boys giggled and I think I heard Daddy laugh, too. But then it was
quiet.
     "Your Daddy knows what we did." Jacob said.
     "Yeah, Daddy says that all boys do it." Tom said. "He said he did it
when he was a little kid."
     I thought of that big dick I had seen in the shower and I said, "Your
Daddy has a really big dick on him."
     "Yeah." Tom said. "I've seen it, too. He doesn't care, and he says
that mine will get that big when I'm older."
     "I hope mine gets that big." I said.
     "How big is it?" Diego asked.
     "We shouldn't talk like this, it's not nice." Jacob hissed.
     "Ah, relax." Tom said. "Like my Daddy said, all boys do it. Even your
Daddy did it when he was a little kid."
     "Did not!" Jacob said firmly.
     "Did so." Tom insisted.
     "Uh-uh!" Jacob said.
     "Uh-huh!"
     "Uh-uh!"
     "Uh-huh!"
     "You boys quiet down in there and sleep!" came Daddy Bob's voice. "And
Jacob's Daddy did do it when he was a kid."
     "See, I told you." Tom said.
     "We better keep quiet." Jacob said, and there was silence for a
moment.
     "How big was it?" Diego whispered to me.
     "Really big." I said. "Like a banana and with hair all over it."
     "Yeah?" Diego said. "I'd like to see it."
     "Slip in when he's taking a shower." I said. "He just stood there
while I was in the bathroom and let me look."
     "Daddy's like that." Tom agreed. "I wonder how big your Daddys' dicks
are?"
     "Bet my Daddy's is bigger than yours." I said loyally. "My Daddy's the
best at everything."
     Tom snorted. "I don't believe it."
     "Well, I'll bet he is."
     "You've never seen it."
     "Yes, I have." I was lying then but winning the argument was more
important.
     "Oh, yeah? Well, how big is it? I'll look in the morning and see for
myself." Tom said.
     "You boys shut up and get to sleep!" came my Daddy's stern
command. Daddy is like a born leader, nobody ever seems to argue with
him. So we boys shut up and left it at that.
     Except I knew I had to see my Daddy's dick and fast before Tom started
asking me again.
     Like all boys, we woke up real early, and that was the start of
another jerkfest. I found myself sort of wrapped up around Jacob and I
reached down and found his dick and began to play with it and he woke up
and looked at me. He licked his lips and said, very softly, "That feels
good."
     "Do mine." I said.
     His hand reached over and got hold of mine and I said, "Let's do it,
just you and me."
     "Okay."
     His hand was warm and soft and he jerked me really fast, just like I
liked it. I did the same to him and he sighed and jerked and clutched me
tight when he came. I did the same and we were panting in each other's
faces, and I looked at him, right into his eyes, and I smiled and he smiled
back.
     "Thank you." he said bashfully.
     "Thank you, too." I said. "This is so much fun, I want us to do it
every night, okay?"
     "Okay." He said and it was like he said, "I promise."
     Papa Jorge came in, going to the kitchen, I guess and Diego and Tom
were sort of caught by him, Diego right in the middle of his climax when
his daddy walked in. But Papa Jorge just smiled as Diego blushed, turning a
deep purple color.
     "Good morning, boys." Papa Jorge said.
     "I'm sorry, Papa Jorge." Tom said. He blushed a little, too.
     "About what?" Papa Jorge said gently. "All boys do it, and so did I,
when I was Diego's age. I am glad he has you for his friend."
     "See, I told you." Tom said to Jacob.
     Daddy Bob came in and said, "Well, did you boys have fun playing with
each other last night?"
     "Yeah." Diego said boldly, encouraged by his father's
acceptance. "This is going to be a great way to spend the summer."
     "Glad you boys are getting along."
     Daddy Ely came in and Bob said, "Looks like your boy got it on with
Kyle last night."
     Daddy Ely frowned and I could see why Jacob was worried about it.
     "If you have to have your boy playing with dicks, playing with the
boss's son is the way to go." Bob chortled as he followed Daddy Ely into
the kitchen.
     My Daddy came in and I said, "Good morning, Daddy." And I stared at
his crotch, trying to see if my boast that he was bigger than Daddy Bob was
true or not. But I couldn't tell.
     "Good morning, son. Good morning, boys."
     "Did you play with other boy's dicks when you were little, Daddy
Richard?" Tom asked.
     Dad looked a little embarrassed, then at me all snuggled up with Jacob
and he smiled. "I sure did. Most fun I can ever remember having."
     "More fun than we'll have all summer." said Daddy Bob as he came back
out.
     "What do you mean?" I asked.
     "We've given up dating for as long as you boys are here. No girls to
hug and kiss on."
     I had to grimace at that, and Daddy Bob laughed, "Girls are still
icky, huh?"
     "Yeah." I said.
     "You'll change your mind later on." Daddy Bob said. Then looking at me
with my arms around Jacob. "Or maybe you won't."
     Daddy Ely came in and Jacob said, "Daddy?"
     "Yes, Jacob?"
     "Did you play with other little boy's weenies when you were my age?"
     "Yeah, come on, 'fess up, Ely." Bob said.
     "This is not a conversation I'll have with my son in a crowd." Ely
said firmly.
     "Everyone else has done said they did." I pointed out. Papa Jorge and
my Daddy and Daddy Bob, too."
     Daddy Ely licked his lips and said, "I guess it's a stage all boys go
through."
     "He did, he did!" Daddy Bob roared out. "Ely plays with di-icks, Ely
plays with di-icks." he sang in the age-old tune of taunting.
     We boys giggled and Daddy Ely flushed. "But it's something you
outgrow. Usually." he said, looking firmly at Daddy Bob.
     "No fighting in front of the boys." my Daddy said. "You boys get up
and take your showers, we'll have breakfast in about fifteen or twenty
minutes."
     With three bathrooms, so many boys showering at once wasn't a big
deal. But I drew the short end, I ended up sharing a bathroom with Tom.
     "I saw you checking out your Daddy's dick." he said. "I bet you
haven't seen it yet."
     Alone, I could back down easier. "No, I haven't." I said. "But I bet
it's just as big, anyway."
     "We'll have to get a look at it." Tom said. "Better yet, look at them
hard. I wonder which of our four daddies has the biggest one?"
     I had to grin at that. "Yeah, I wonder, too."
     "Well." Tom put his mind to work on it, a mind I was to learn had a
million tricks up its sleeve. "We already have them admitting they used to
do it. We just have to get them to do it again, with us watching."
     I thought about my Daddy and Daddy Bob playing with each other like me
and Jacob had, and I threw a hard one right away, even though it hurt a
little when I did that. "I'd really like to see that."
     "I got a plan." Tom said, words I would learn meant trouble for
everybody. "Let's meet up somewhere private after they go to work."
     "Okay." I said. We knew that they had hired a woman to come sit with
us during the day while they worked, and Daddy had come to get me on
Saturday and driven me back with him on Sunday. "But where?"
     "In the pool, of course." Tom said, and that made perfect sense.
     The woman was perfectly willing to sit indoors in the air-conditioned
family room and with the blinds open, she could see us playing in the
pool. I enjoyed diving and swimming and had almost forgotten when Tom said,
"Let's get together and have our talk."
     "Uh, okay." I said and splashed after him.
     We gathered around one end of the pool, the babysitter couldn't see us
except maybe a little, enough to see where we were.
     "Okay." Tom said in a conspiratorial tone of voice. "First we have to
get them alone and get them to do it with just one of us. So let's choose
up, it shouldn't be our own daddy. Get them alone, get to asking them
questions, and then when the time is right, just reach out and grab them,
got it?"
     He explained the rest of the plan and I nodded. We came up with a
method of choosing who would be with who, and I drew Papa Jorge. Tom drew
my Daddy, Diego got Papa Ely and Jacob got Daddy Bob. I was kind of glad,
Papa Jorge seemed to be really nice and gentle, he'd be patient with me and
not get mad no matter how this all turned out.
     My daddies all worked on a construction site, so they came home sweaty
and dirty, the showers were promptly loaded. I waited for Papa Jorge to
come out and he did, wearing the same blue shorts he had worn yesterday,
and I said, "Papa Jorge? Can I talk to you a moment, somewhere private?"
     "Sure, buddy." Papa Jorge said. The private part was easy, because
they each had their own bedroom. He took me to his and I saw the
Southwestern motif he had, Indian blankets and such. "What's wrong?" He
asked me.
     I sat down on the bed and said, "It's about this morning, when we were
all talking."
     "Yeah?" he said.
     "Uh, can you sit down with me, so I don't have to talk too loud?"
     "Sure." He sat down next to me. He smelled so very clean, and of soap,
and a little bit of still wet...that was his hair. His body was shiny and
smooth brown all over him.
     I started in, bashful, like Tom had suggested. "It was how you said
that when you were growing up, you played with other boy's dicks."
     "Sure." He said. "Every little boy does it, it doesn't mean anything."
     "Did you ever play with a grown-up's dick when you were little?"
     "A grown-up's?" Papa Jorge was surprised...then a little mad. "Who has
tried to touch you?" he asked.
     "Nobody, honest!" I said quickly and he calmed down, understanding he
had misunderstood me. "But...but I want to, and I was wondering if you knew
what it was like." And I put my hand on his crotch. He didn't have any
underwear under his shorts which were a soft silk, I could feel it almost
like he wasn't wearing anything.
     He sort of froze. "Please, Papa Jorge?" I said. "I just want to know
what it feels like." And as Tom had suggested, I then reached up and into
his waistband.
     "I don't know about this." Papa Jorge said slowly. But he didn't try
to stop me.
     "Please?" I said. My hand kept creeping down. I felt the heavy hairs
around his cock, he had them even up on his body, it was like lots of soft
little wires. "Please, Papa Jorge, I just want to know." I said. "Ahh!" I
found it, a thick, hot rod there. "Ooh, that feels nice." I said as my
fingers got hold of it. "Really nice."
     Papa Jorge's voice kind of cracked and he was panting. "Kyle, you
shouldn't do that." he said. But he wasn't pushing my hand away.
     "Please, Papa Jorge?" I said. "Let me see what it's like. Show me how
to do it, how a grown-up does it, please?"
     I pulled on his cock a couple of times, and Papa Jorge kind of moaned
and leaned back onto his hands behind him. I could reach him easier now,
with him like that, and I used both hands, I got the waistband of his
shorts pulled down and I could now see my first, real, hard, man prick!
"Wow!" I said and that was my reaction.
     I knew that dicks got hard when you play with them, but I had never
seen one grow up this big before. This one, there was no way he could put
it back into his shorts while it was hard like this. It was really long and
fat and nice.
     "Go ahead, little amigo." Papa Jorge said softly. "Go ahead and play
with it. See how it cries for you?"
     It did, a clear teardrop was on the tip of it. "What's that?"
     "That means that you are making it glad." Papa Jorge said. "It's a
tear of happiness."
     I began to stroke Papa Jorge's cock and he sighed. "Ooh, yeah! That's
a good boy." He said. "Like that, stroke it like that."
     "Like this?" I asked and I pumped him harder, the way Tom liked it. My
fingers just barely met around this big monster of a dick, but that was
good enough, I saw the "tears of happiness" pour out of his cockhead as I
jerked it for him and he was choking back the moans of his pleasure.
     "Oh, oh, nino, I'm going to come." he panted to me.
     "What's that?" I asked him.
     "It'll...it'll shoot come." he said to me. "Ah, ah, ah!" his eyes grew
wide and I looked at his cock, wondering what would shoot out of it. I had
no idea, I thought maybe something like fireworks, and I didn't want to
miss that!
     So I was looking right at it when his cock got so hard and so hot and
then "blam!" A thick wad of white goo hit me right in my face, it landed on
my right cheek and more on my chest, and then blam, another load and this
one got my forehead and my nose, but missed my eyes.
     So this was what "come" was! "Wow!" I said and I jerked him even
harder, wanting to see more of this come out. And it did, though the big
blasts were over with, I wanted him to coat me with that come and get me
all wet and sticky with it, it felt hot and it smelled like him, all big
and wet and raunchy and male!
     But it was over with soon, just a thick dribble poured over my hand as
I continued to pump him and then nothing more was coming out and he was
just panting a little. Just like Diego, I decided, and that it was time to
stop, and so I did.
     His hand came up, quivering, and stroked my back for me. "That was
very nice, little muchacho mio." he said.
     "I never saw anything like that, Papa Jorge." I said in wonder. "Will
mine do that, one day?"
     "Yes, it will." he assured me.
     "Wow." I said. Then I remembered the plan. "Thanks for letting me find
out what it was like, Papa Jorge." I said.
     "Wait, amigo, we must get you cleaned up a little before anyone sees
you." He got the corner of his sheet and he wiped my face for me. Done, he
held my face in his hand and he said, "Such a nice little boy. I am glad
Diego has you for a friend."
     "Thank you for letting me play with your dick, Papa Jorge." I
said. "Can I do it again some time?" Tom had made it clear that was to be
our last question to the Daddy we were playing with.
     Papa Jorge smiled. "Maybe again some day." he conceded, and I took
Tom's word for it that this meant "yes, anytime you want to." so I grinned
and got out of there.
     As agreed, we all met in the family room. I was the first to arrive,
but Tom arrived a little later and I looked at him and he smiled and
nodded, and I nodded back, too. My Daddy came down a little later, and his
face was all flushed and red still and he looked at Tom and smiled and Tom
smiled back and then, only then, he looked at me, and I felt a little
jealous. But Tom was right, we had to stick to the plan. Diego and Jacob
both gave us grins and nods when they came down, and I knew that all four
of us had played with a grown-up's dick. Only none of them knew the other
three had been played with, too. That was part of Tom's plan.
     The next day, as Tom said, it was Phase 2. It was the same game of
draw, but I drew Daddy Bob. Again, it was a case of waiting for them to get
out of the shower, only this time, I said, "Daddy Bob? Can I speak with you
in your bedroom?"
     "Uh, sure." Daddy Bob said, looking around and I knew he was wondering
if Jacob was going to come in.
     "It's about Jacob." I said.
     "Oh." he said and that ended his looking around. We went into his
bedroom and I said, "Daddy Bob? Jacob told me what you and he did
yesterday."
     "Oh." Daddy Bob said.
     "Yeah." I said and smiled. "And I was wondering if I could do it to
you, too? To see what it's like?"
     "Shit!" Daddy Bob breathed.
     But my hand was going to his crotch. Having already given in to one
"son" playing with him, he didn't resist having another one reach into his
briefs and feel that thick "banana" of his. "Wow, it's just as big as I
thought it would be." I said as I pulled it out boldly, brazenly. Daddy Bob
was looking a little dazed, wondering what chance had given him not one but
two boys who would play with his cock. "You know, I saw it in the shower
and I was wondering just how big it would get when I played with it. It's
really nice and fat." I said. This was words Tom had given me, but it was
heart-felt, too.
     I jerked Daddy Bob and he loved it, he laid back on the bed and just
let me whomp his sausage all I wanted to. He came and it was blasted all
over his chest, I didn't get even a little drop on me. "Wow!" I said as I
was supposed to, as Tom said, this was supposed to be my first time with
playing with any grown-up's dick. "What's that stuff?"
     "It's called jizz." Daddy Bob said and the puzzlement on my face...one
thing had two names?...was enough to let him think I'd never seen it
before. My only real surprise was that it was just as white and gooey as
Papa Jorge's.
     Meanwhile, in the other bedrooms, Tom was playing with Papa Ely, Diego
had my Daddy and Jacob had Papa Jorge. We all smiled and nodded as we came
downstairs.
     The next day, according to Tom's plan, we went back to our original
daddies, and I again played with Papa Jorge's fat, deep brown cock. Papa
Jorge was comfortable with that, now, and he murmured words about "all his
boys" and I knew he was thinking maybe he could get the other two sons into
playing with his dick.
     Then it was Thursday night, and my turn on Daddy Ely. Tom warned me to
go extra slow with Daddy Ely, lead up to what I knew gradually. Daddy Ely
took me in his arms when I started talking about my curiosity and it took
some effort to get my hand down onto his cock when I said, "Daddy Ely, I
know the other boys are playing with your dick, and I want to play with it
today. Can I, please?"
     He moaned about it not being right, but Diego's simple charm and Tom's
brazen aggressiveness had worn him down, I got my hand onto his cock and
then he didn't resist, just let me pump his dick while he lay there, though
he wouldn't let me pull down his boxers even a little, so he creamed all
over them when he blasted.
     Then it was Friday night and we went back to Daddy #2, and I was with
Daddy Bob again. We would pull the real surprise on them on Saturday.
     The day was very warm. By ten-thirty, they were all awake and very
ready to go sit and play in the pool. By Tom's arrangement, we all waited
until they were all out of the water. I was still in the water and so was
Tom, but only because our Daddies were sitting with their legs dangling in
the water. Papa Jorge was about to get back in when Diego walked up and
started talking to him.
     I put my arms on Daddy's thighs as I tread water between his
legs. "Daddy?" I said.
     "What is it, baby?" He said to me, looking at the other three boys. I
knew he was thinking about how they had all played with him. Well, as Tom
said, this was the Final Phase.
     "I don't think it's fair." I said, like I had a gripe.
     "What, son?" he looked at me. "Have I been neglecting you? I haven't
meant to."
     "You sure have." I said. "You let the other boys play with your dick
and you haven't let me touch it even once."
     That was Tom's line and, as he had planned, it absolutely astonished
Daddy. "What was that?" he said.
     I reached up and ran my hand into his swimtrunks, he had on baggy
kinds and so my hand went right up into his crotch. "I get to play with
your dick if they get to." I said. "I want to play with your dick, Daddy."
     Daddy was looking around and I knew that he was seeing the other boys
with their hands on their Daddy's dicks.
     His reaction was astonished silence...and then a loud burst of
laughter. "Good God!" he said aloud. "You boys planned this all out all
along!"
     I had to grin at the way he was laughing. "Yeah, Daddy." I said. "Tom
planned it."
     "You guys have been letting my boy play with your dick!" Daddy said to
the others. "Well, your boys have been whacking mine all week long, too."
     "Join the club, Mr. Foreman, sir!" Daddy Bob said. "We have to face
it, we've been seduced by our own sons!"
     "And it's time for us to get our real daddies." Tom said to him. "Then
we are going to have a matching contest to see whose Daddy has the biggest
dick."
     "Come on, Daddy." I said to my Daddy. "Let me take your swimming
trunks off. I can't reach you through that mesh you have." Daddy's
swimtrunks had an internal mesh for his crotch, and it was baffling me, no
way inside it.
     Daddy looked at me and said, "You sure you want to do this, son?"
     "You bet, Daddy." I said. "I've been waiting for this all week. And
practicing, too. I'll play with your dick real good, you'll really like
it. And I want you to shoot your come right on me, too."
     "Yeah, Papa, shoot on my face like you did on Kyle." Diego said to
Papa Jorge. "That sounds fun."
     "It is, only it's really sticky." I assured him.
     Daddy raised up his buttocks and my hands reached and grabbed. He had
to untie the fastening at his waist, but then his trunks slid down and into
the water and he kicked them off to float in the pool. Now I had his body
bare and all to myself.
     "Boy, Daddy, I think yours is the biggest!" I said to him. "Bigger
than Daddy Bob's, anyway." I crowed.
     "Oh, yeah?" Tom said, his hand on Daddy Bob's cock. "We'll see how big
it gets when I play with it a while."
     "These boys already know the basics." Daddy Bob said. "Time we taught
them some more advanced methods."
     "What do you mean?" Tom asked his Daddy."
     "You ever heard of sucking cock."
     "You mean to put my mouth on it?"
     "Yeah." Daddy Bob said. "It feels so good to have a warm mouth on your
dick. Come on, baby, suck Daddy's dick for him."
     I looked up at Daddy and he had a funny look on his face, like he
wanted to ask but couldn't figure out how. "I'll suck your dick for you,
Daddy." I assured him. "But I don't know how. Will you teach me?"
     "Sure, son." Daddy said, panting the way Papa Jorge had, just at the
thought of his boy sucking his cock for him. "First, just concentrate on
getting it wet. Lick it and make it nice and wet and smooth."
     I started licking Daddy's cock and he groaned. "Oh, yeah, Baby, lick
my dick, lick it like a candy cane, baby, lick it all over."
     Like a candy cane? I could do that. I felt my mouth water thinking of
a dick-sized candy cane. They make big candy canes, but always somebody
busts them up into little pieces before you can grab the whole one for
yourself, so it was fun to think of Daddy's dick as a candy cane and this
one was mine, all mine. I sucked on his cockhead like it was peppermint,
and Daddy groaned and I sucked it down deeper and deeper. Daddy got hold of
my head and said, "Now, Son, I'm going to guide you, you just hold on while
I move your head, okay? Try not to choke."
     I let him move my head and he grunted when my teeth scraped and he
said, "Watch your teeth, baby, keep them out of the way." I did and he got
to moving my mouth faster. "Yeah, baby, hold on tight, keep those lips on
tight to my cock."
     I was sucking my Daddy's dick. I was amazed how easy it was and I got
hold of him and he let go and I kept on sucking him, and now Daddy was
groaning with pleasure and I knew he wouldn't, couldn't last, not with his
own son's mouth on his cock and watching the others.
     The others. I looked around under pretense of catching my breath and
Daddy let me. Diego was sucking his Daddy, and Papa Jorge was holding his
head steady while he crouched between his daddy's legs.
     A little further on, Daddy Ely was sitting on Jacob's chest, and Jacob
was licking Daddy Ely's cock and his hands were holding onto him. I could
tell Daddy Ely was about to come, because his face gets so red when he's
about to come, and it was deepening even then.
     The other side of the pool, Tom and Daddy Bob were like my Daddy and
me, Tom sucking on his daddy's dick and Daddy Bob looking over at us, and I
turned back and said, "I want to suck you every day, Daddy." and I took his
cock back into my mouth.
     "Every day." Daddy groaned. "Yeah, Son, any of you boys can suck me
every day. God, all summer, we got all summer together."
     "M-hm." I affirmed as I held onto Daddy's cock, it was so hot, I knew
it was about to shoot and I wanted to make him shoot as hard as I could.
     "Oh, God, a summer of horny little boys, days around the pool getting
sucked, God, four beautiful little boys and they're all cocksuckers! God!"
Daddy groaned and his load blasted into my mouth. It surprised me but I
liked the taste of it, I just kept hold and began to drink it down.
     "Oh, oh, yeah, suck my dick, baby, suck it, suck it!" Daddy was
moaning as his load pumped into my throat. "All of it, all of it, baby,
all, all, ah-ah-ahh, ahhhh!" And Daddy was done and I gulped the last of
his load and I held onto his cock.
     Diego took Papa Jorge's in his mouth, too, though it was such a heavy
load that some of it dribbled out of his mouth, I could see the shiny white
come on his brown face. Daddy Ely was blasting his load on his prone son's
helpless face, and Jacob was grinning as he moved his head back and forth,
letting it splash him all over. Daddy Bob was the last one to come, and he
pulled it out and shot it on his son's face, yelling, "Take it, you little
scoundrel, tricking us like that, well, take it all over you, yeah, yeah!"
He moaned.
     "Oh, yeah, Daddy!" Tom urged him as come splattered his face all
over. "Shoot it all over me, yeah, shoot it, yeah!"
     I climbed out of the water and leaned against Daddy and he put his
face down to mine and he kissed me, nice and slow. "That was so good,
Daddy." I said. "I want to sleep with you tonight. Can I?"
     "Sure, Son." Daddy said.
     Tom overheard that, like his father he eavesdropped a lot. "Hey, we
were supposed to draw for which Daddy we slept with at night, remember?"
     "We can draw for tomorrow night." I said. "Tonight, I'm sleeping with
my own Daddy."
     "Draw for it?" Daddy asked me.
     "Yeah." I said. "We had to choose who got which Daddy, so we played a
choosing game. Only rule was we had to wait for our own Daddy until
today. Tom said we had to get you all used to it a little at a time, by
doing it with other daddies first. You don't mind, do you?"
     "No." Daddy agreed. "I think Tom was right." He raised his voice. "You
hear that, Bob? These boys intend to draw straws every night to see which
of us they sleep with. What do you think of that?"
     "I think he takes after his mother." Daddy Bob said. "She always was a
sneaking bitch."
     "Watch your language." Daddy Ely chided him.
     "A funny thing to say, with you wiping your dick on your son's face
while you're talking." Daddy Bob said back to him.
     "Settle down, guys." Daddy said. "It doesn't matter now." He looked
down at me. "So, Son, which of us is the biggest Daddy?"
     "You are, Daddy." I assured him. "But I think you all have really nice
weenies and I want to play with all of them every chance I can."
     "We'll have to see how often you win the pool to sleep with me." Daddy
mused.
     "Yeah." I said. "The Daddy Pool, where every boy's a winner."

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