Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2000 17:40:36 -0500 From: K Subject: Chapter 8 - Oh Daddy My Daddy The following depicts graphical sex between men and young men - so again all admonitions apply. You know what they are ... This is pure fantasy. Otherwise enjoy. This story is number 8 in the "Oh Daddy, My Daddy" series. The big party event takes place on Saturday night. While this tale should stand on its own, you might want to catch how it all started in Chapters 1-7. Many thanks to all who wrote saying they've been enjoying the series. Keep those "cards and letters" pouring in for inspiration! Oh Daddy, My Daddy-8 Live from New York! "Men, please take your seats!" Carl stood at attention atop the small platform as he spoke to the assembled crowd of 40 men. He paused a few minutes as the lights in the Great Room slowly dimmed. He virtually commanded the raised stage in all his 6' 8" tall glory. I feasted my eyes on his 250 pounds of etched muscle as he waited for the men to sit down. His biceps bulged even at rest and his chest rippled with slabs of thick corded muscle. Tonight the dress code was jock straps only - with optional body harnesses. Carl chose a light brown leather harness that accented his immense packed muscle pecs with straps that dipped down across his tight rippled abs to an obvious cockring around his huge 11 inch thick cock. His jockstrap exposed his muscular ass but just now my mouth was watering as I looked at his apple-shaped cockhead drooling precum inside the sheer white silk pouch. "Damn!" I thought to myself. "How did I ever let him talk me into this?" "This" was the fact that I am hanging totally naked about 15 feet up, strapped in by a black leather body harness, near the top of the huge Great Room where everyone was convened. My feet and arms were bound so all I could do is hang from the straps. The soft harness molded to my body, and was strategically dotted with metal rings - surrounding my nipples, now hard from their cold touch, and then my cock. The metal cockring forced my shaft out over my balls. I wasn't yet fully hard, but my cocktube was slowly filling with hot blood as I looked at Carl. I didn't know what he had in store for me, but at least for the moment no one could see me because I was surrounded by a blue cloth curtain. Well, almost surrounded. Through the one and only break in the curtain I could clearly see Carl on stage and behind him a large movie screen that had been erected at the back of the Great Room. He said I would "thank" him later, but I wasn't so sure right now. The curtain seemed to hang all the way to the floor but strangely there was yet another cloth just under where my feet dangled blocking my view directly below. It had been there even as Carl and his staff helped "string me up," so I never did get to see exactly what I was hanging over. That was a bit disturbing. "As you know," Carl announced once the men settled down, "tonight is the third and final night of our monthly get-together. And I believe we have been able to arrange some very special entertainment for you." "Men," Carl said in his deep masculine voice, "I introduce you to ... Lonnie!" With a flourish he pointed to the large movie screen which burst with color. All eyes in the immense Great Room, including mine, looked on. Brilliant greens flooded the screen - a soccer field - lithe young boys running up and down in bright blue and white shorts. Then from a distance, one of the boys ran straight toward us - closer and closer. There was a collective gasp in the room. Even I felt my breath catch in my throat. He was stunning!!! - light sandy hair that bounced as he ran - a face that made your balls churn - and a dazzling white smile with pouting pink lips that melted your heart and made your cock leak. But most of all, piercing jade green eyes that locked you into his depths. The boy looked no more than 15 years old at 5' 2" and at best 110 pounds - but every inch and pound was perfection! The camera lingered on his slim form as if its mechanisms were frozen by his beauty. Suddenly he turned and ran back across the field to his teammates, his small pert ass flexing in his silky soccer shorts. Then the screen faded. Even high above the room where I hung I heard the collective sigh in the room - everyone had been holding their breath at the sight of the boy. The screen flashed once again - this time showing the inside of what was obviously a hotel room. Two double beds topped with a nondescript bed covering, night tables, and lamps filled the picture. From the side, a man of medium height emerged into the field of view. He was exceptionally handsome and dressed only in very short boxers, showing off a well muscled legs and a strong chest covered by a mass of tight curly brown hair. He approached close to the screen and seemed to be adjusting the camera that was obviously filming the scene. The camera captured his hard rippled shoulders and bulging biceps. Sounds flowed into the Great Room - a click from some camera adjustment he made and in the background what sounded like a running shower. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and the man turned from the camera and crossed the room, his muscled legs flexing below a trim bubble ass as he walked. He opened the door and in walked a tall man wearing light gray sweat pants and a tight white T-shirt that molded to his brawny chest. Once the door was closed, the two men kissed a deep wet tongue kiss, as the smaller man ran one of his hands all over the covered crotch of the newcomer, teasing the huge mound of hidden genitals. They slowly broke their kiss as the smaller of the two licked at the other's thick brown mustache. "Where is he?" asked the tall man. "In the shower ... he should be out any second. Let's get ready," answered the other. The tall man pulled off his T-shirt exposing a smooth etched muscled chest with large dark drown nipples crowning his massive pecs. His abs rippled above a very trim waist. A hairy trail ran from his bellybutton down into the bulging sweatpants. Just then we could all hear the stop of the shower background noise, and 30 seconds later the young boy from the earlier scene walked into the field of view, naked save for a skimpy white bath towel wrapped around his slim hips. "Oh hi Coach!" beamed the beautiful boy to the larger of the men. "What are you doing here?" "I asked your Dad if I could see you, Lonnie. I had a concern with your practice this morning. I wanted to make sure you were ready for tomorrow's big game," replied the Coach in a deep resonant voice. Lonnie turned to the shorter of the two men with a worried look on his face. "Awww Dad, I tried my best." "Yes, we know Lonnie," his father replied, caressing the boy's cheek with one of his large strong hands . "We just want to explore something the Coach and I both noticed about your running this morning. Don't worry. I think we may have discovered something special." "Special?" quizzed Lonnie with a furrowed wrinkle to his forehead. "Now I want you to lie across the bottom of the bed, son ... on your stomach ...yes, just like that," answered his Dad. Holding onto the tied waist of his towel, young Lonnie positioned himself across the foot of the bed, his ankles and feet dangling off one side, his face resting on his dimpled chin near the opposite side facing his father. His small pert ass lifted the towel in a flaring rise from his smooth back. The Coach moved to Lonnie's feet and leaning over, he placed both his large hands atop Lonnie's slim calf muscles. He started to gently knead them. "Matt, why don't you massage Lonnie's shoulders while I do this," said the Coach to Lonnie's Dad. "OK!" replied Matt, Lonnie's father, as he pulled a straight backed chair over to the side of the bed, and sat with his legs spread wide, close up facing his son's face. Extending his hands, Matt started to match the Coach's massage along his young son's smooth shoulders. In that position, the fly in his boxers spread wide open, and Lonnie found himself staring at a mass of dark brown crotch hair spilling from the gap. His eyes were bare inches from the thick tube of his dad's cock he saw pressing against the thin cotton. He blushed. The men continued to massage the young, almost naked boy. As the coach slowly moved his big hands upward on Lonnie's legs, he made sure to stroke his long fingers along the boy's sensitive inner thighs, gently nudging his legs further and further apart. At one point, the boy made a slight moan and whimpered at the feelings cascading through his body. Hearing the sound, the two men looked up at each other and winked. The men heated up their attack on the boy. Lonnie's Dad started to rub firmly down the boy's back, then lightly up along his sides, making sure to extend his fingers under to the boy's chest. He flicked his strong fingers across the boy's tiny chest nipples on each pass and felt them harden under his strokes. The Coach meanwhile had moved his hands up to just under the sharp curve of the boy's small bubble ass. Pulling open the towel, with a mumbled comment, "Let's clear this away, so I can do this right," he exposed the boy's smooth white asscheeks. Both men stared at Lonnie's smooth little ass, as the Coach massaged the cheeks, working them spread so they could gaze at the boy's hairless asscrack and tiny - oh so tiny - pink hole. The Coach's sweat pants bulged obscenely. Lonnie's Dad felt hot blood begin to fill his own large cockshaft at the sight of his son's small ass and pink cherry hole. The Coach ran a thick thumb down Lonnie's asscrack and across the boy's tight hole. Lonnie moaned. "Ahhhh just as I thought!" said the Coach. "Lean up here Matt, see what I mean." Lonnie's Dad rose from the chair but rather than walk around the bed, he leaned over his son's face, causing his amble crotch to press against his son's face. "Let me see," he said. "See," said the Coach as he continued to rub his thumb over the boy's exposed hole. Lonnie squirmed under the manipulation, his face all flushed as he panted into his father's crotch, small moans emanating from his parted lips while the Coach continued to tease his ass. The smell of his dad's cock and balls flooded his senses. Matt replied, "Well, I'm not positive yet," and sat back down, his crotch now much more swollen than before. He took his boy's head in his strong warm hands and directed the boy's face so they gazed into each other's eyes. "What ... what is it, Dad?" Lonnie asked in a weak, scared voice. "Well, Lonnie ... like I said, I'm not 100 percent sure yet. Tell me, son, what do you feel right now?" "Ohhhhhh dad, I dunno .... all warm, and funny feeling I guess," replied the boy. "Here, let me try this," the Coach spoke up. He removed his hand from the boy's now fully exposed ass, and licked at one of his big fingers. Then reaching back to Lonnie's small rosebud, he ran the warm spit dripping finger around the boy's tight hole, and started to push in. "Ohhhhhhhhhh ...," moaned the boy. The boy's hot tight velvet internal muscles surrounded the Coach's finger pulling it in deeper. With his other hand the Coach groped at his own distended crotch, feeling his now rigid mancock and a big wet precum spot soaking thorugh his sweats. His finger pushed in, slowly going deeper and deeper into the boy, until he found the boy's small internal sex nut. He slowly rubbed it with the tip of his large finger. "Ohhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh ....," moaned Lonnie louder. "Ohhhhh daddyyyyyyyyy ...!" "Yea, Coach," said Matt, "I think you may be right. You better check to make sure." The Coach, without removing his probing finger from Lonnie's tight little hole, reached under between the boy's spread legs and palmed Lonnie's boycock and boyballs. The movement forced the boy's hips up so now he rested on the bed on his knees with his chest pressed forward. The boy's ass was lewdly spread open for the Coach. "Yes, Matt ... his little boydick is hard as a rock!" "Ohhhhhhh Daddy .....," Lonnie moaned, his face blushing red and embarrassed. "Almost no doubt then, Coach," said Matt as he looked into his son's face. "A Pussyboy!" "Oh Daddy .... ohhhhhh ...what's that? ...ohhhhh .... is that bad?" pleaded Lonnie between continued moans caused by the Coach's manipulation of his small hard cock and fingering of his tiny pussyhole. "Oh no, Lonnie!!!! ... Not at all ... This is special!" Lonnie continued to pant and moan at the Coach's touches. "Every dad wishes ... well, wants a Pussyboy ... Oh Lonnie, baby, we need to make sure!" said Matt with a sigh, as he reached in and pulled out his thick 9 inch daddycock from his parted boxers. The boy's eyes bugged out at the sight of his dad's huge cock barely inches from his flushed face. A thick wad of precum beaded at the fat cockhead and slowly slid down the pulsing shaft as the boy watched. His breathing became labored. He had never imagined a cock that big! "We need one more test, Lonnie," said Matt to his son as he grasped his thick cockshaft at its wide base and directed the wet tip of his glans to the boy's lips. He rubbed his fat sticky cockhead against the boy's open pouting lips. "Lick that boy!" he commanded. Lonnie could feel the hot wet stickiness as his father's thick precum flooding his taste buds. "Mmmmmmmmmm ...," the boy moaned and his wet little tongue reached out at gather in more of his dad's cock drool. "Ohhhhh yeaaaaaaaa!!" moaned Matt and he pushed his fat cockhead into his son's hot wet mouth, spreading the boy's pink lips wide. "My pussyboy ...suck your daddy's big cock, boy!" With a growl, the Coach leaned in and pushed his face into Lonnie's spread ass, his long wet tongue lapping at the tiny pink pussyhole. He was pulling down his sweats, releasing a huge rigid 10 inch cock, as the screen faded to black ....... "LIVE FROM NEW YORK!!!!! ... Carl shouted. "LONNIE !!!!!!!!!!" The movie screen started to rise, the lights in the big room rapidly came up ... I heard myself gasp!!!! There behind the screen, Lonnie! - naked, bent over on his knees atop a small padded table. And the two men!!!! Lonnie's dad Matt, and his Coach!!!! Both naked!!!! Lonnie's Dad was holding Lonnie up by his head and fucking the boy's mouth, drawing his big thick 9 inch cock obscenely in and out of the beautiful boy's wide spread lips. On each inward thrust, he buried all 9 inches rubbing his crotch hard into the boy's face. Behind Lonnie, the Coach had his monstrous 10 inch cock pumping slowly in and out of the boy's small tight ass. Lonnie's pussyhole lips dragged outward as the Coach pulled his slick vein covered cock from the boy's hole, only to force its entire length back in deep. The two men leaned forward over the boy, clenched in a spit soaking tongue kiss, their drool dripping onto the boy's naked back. I felt a heavy wad of precum pump from my now rigid cock as I watched the tableau containing Lonnie, his Dad and the Coach start to slowly turn. The boy had one hand playing with his father's large hanging balls as he sucked up and down his father's big cock. His other hand reached back between his legs to fondle the Coach's large hairy balls as the man deep fucked his tiny pussyhole. The roar from the assembled crowd blasted through me like a freight train. Carl shouted for the men to stay in their seats. "Stay back!!!! Lonnie will be available to you all, later! Right now his Daddy and his coach have the slut boy's holes!!!! Watch!!!!!" Every eye in the Great Room watch intently. The two strong muscled men battered the small boy's mouth and ass with their huge thick mancocks! Lonnie seemed to be loving it, writhing with their every thrust like a good pussyboy slut. The men broke their deep kiss and started to fuck the boy in earnest. The Coach's sweaty muscles gleamed in the floodlights. He started to slap the boys small ass cheeks in rhythm to his deep fucking thrusts. "Yeaaaa pussyboy ... tighten that slut hole!!! ..... oh baby, take my huge cock!!!" Lonnie's Dad grasped a thick clump of the boy's hair as he bent his knees and lewdly fucked his big daddycock into his son's sucking mouth, his fat bloated manballs slapping the boy's chin. "Suck it, slut!!!!! Eat my big daddycock!!!!! Ahhhhh fuck, baby, suck Daddy!!!! Tight pussyslut throat!!!" "Ohhh fuck Matt!!! Your boyslut's ass is milking my big cock!!!! Soooooo goooooood!" bellowed the Coach, his hard ass flexing as he pumped his long cock into Lonnie. "Fuck my boy's pussyass, Coach!!! Make the little slut feel a man's big cock!!! Tighten your hole slutboy!!" yelled Matt. "Suck Pussyboy!!! Let me feel that slut tongue! Suck your Daddy's cock!!!" My cock throbbed as I watch the two men repeatedly fuck the smooth small boy. I almost sensed I could feel what they were feeling - hot wet sucking boyslut mouth and ass along their pulsing cocks! "Oh fuck!!! Oh fuck!!!" moaned the Coach. "I can't hold it!!! The little slut is milking me!!! Take it slut!!!!! Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" he roared as he thrust deep into the boy and shuddered. "Ugh!!! .... Ugh!! ...ugh!!!" You could see his huge ballsack rise up and tighten as he unloaded, Lonnie's small fingers caressing his cum bloated balls the whole time. The Coach's knees trembled and he pulled his long fat mancock from the boy's ass, still spewing thick bolts of cum against the wide puckered hole. Matt wailed, "Ohhhhhh baby cockslut!!!!" and jammed his cockshaft deep into his son's mouth! "Eat me!!!!!!!! Take your daddy's hot cum!!!!" he screamed! Lonnie's flushed cheeks bulged with his father's shooting cum, streams spurting out from the corners of his stretched mouth. His little Adam's Apple bobbed as he swallowed and swallowed his father's thick load. The crowd erupted in applause and cheers. "Hot boyslut!! I want that tight ass on my cock!! Fill that boypussy with cum!!!!!" "Men!! Men!! Men!!" Carl commanded for order. "I now direct your attention to the curtains!!" The curtain surrounding me quivered a touch and started to move. An sudden eerie quiet descended in the big room as the curtain slowly began to rise. I stared down below past my rigid drooling cock, but still could see nothing as the cross curtain blocked my view. "Wait!" I thought. "It's starting to move too!" A growing swell of murmurs from the crowd reached me as I dangled over the scene below. I began to make out distinct phrases in the surging clamor . "Ohhhh maaaannnn! . "Hot! . "Yeaaaaa, more boypussy!!!" Suddenly the cross curtain slid away . I gasped! It took my mind a few seconds to acknowledge what I was seeing. My breath caught in my throat! Below me 7 . no, 8 boys were strapped naked to a round platform, on their backs, heads all pointing to the center hub. Their legs were spread and bound to posts at the outer rim of the circular platform - their boypussies fully exposed. Bobby was there, as were the two boys from the woods, Adam and Skip. I also recognized the twins Timmy and Tommy, as well as the three boys from last evening - the ones who were fucked by their dads for the first time. "Ohhh damn!" I think I said out loud, as I looked closer. Between each boy's legs, some type of device rose up from the platform floor and connected directly into their spread asses. Around the circle, but just off the platform, 8 men were tied standing spread-eagle to tall poles. They too were naked, facing the boys, their big mancocks all pulsing. Their muscled bodies strained against the bonds as they all tried to pull forward toward the boys. Some hairy, some smooth, their masculine torsos rippled in obvious frustration. I recognized the boy's dads, except for one or two extra men! My eyes were drawn to each of their huge mancocks in turn. They were bound with black leather cockrings forcing their manshafts to bloat in obscene erections, thick drooling streams of precum seeping from their swollen cockheads and dripping to the floor. All eight men were mesmerized, leering at the exposed boypussy in front of them. I felt my cock throb as I again stared between the boys spread legs - the objects attached to their asses were moving! Each of the devices slowly moved back in unison, emerging from their swollen pussylips. I started gasping as I realized each was a large cock-shaped dildo. But wait!!! . "Ohhhhh fuck!" I groaned. The dildos were ringed with short bristles. Once they retracted fully, there was a pause and then the dildos started to slowly spin along their length, at the same time bucking back and forth. "Fucking damn!" I gasped. Another pause and the dildos moved forward - pushing back into each of the boys gaping pussyholes. All 8 boys moaned loudly, their groans suddenly rising in intensity as the dildos obviously started to spin inside their bowels. Their boycocks were bound with tight cockrings leaving them bulging and throbbing as their pussyholes were ravaged. That's when I saw each boy had their nipples clamped. In a devilish idea, each clamp was connected by a small chain to the nearest nipple of the boy on either side. As their smooth young bodies writhed, they pulled at each other's nips. I felt a lurch. Suddenly I realized the curtain was fully raised, my nakedness totally exposed to all eyes in the room as I hung above the scene below. I was being slowly lowered!!!!! - directly down to the middle of the circular stage - into the midst of the boy's upturned faces!!! The crowd was roaring!!! Lower and lower I slowly dropped as the boys stared up at me, drool pouring from their lust crazed mouths. Then the part of the stage holding their heads up was released - their heads fell backwards leaving me a narrow area to drop into. As my bound feet finally reached them, they went wild - licking and sucking at my toes and feet. "Ohhhh fuck!!!" I groaned. The circular stage started to rotate! The boy's mouths moved with it, trailing around my feet from one side to the next. My feet were soon dripping in warm boy spit. Still I moved lower! Their tongues lapped at my ankles, up my calfs. Some clamped their hot wet boy lips against my flesh, sucking at my skin, only to be pulled away as the stage continued to turn. They were up to my knees, moving up onto my quivering thighs. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!!" I screamed as I suddenly realized where this was leading - my cock!!!! The mouths moved steadily upward. The boys were being whipped into a frenzy by the spinning, pumping dildos fucking their tight boypussies. The men crowded around the bound fathers, running their hands lewdly over the naked sweaty men - teasing their nips, fondling their balls, and probing at tight manholes. Their clamor rose up to me as they taunted the dads: "You want your boy's hot pussy, don't you? . . . Oh man, think how that hot boypussy will feel on your cock! . . . You want to fuck and fuck and fuck tight boyhole, don't you stud?" "Ohhhh goddd!" I groaned as the boys sucking wet mouths reached my balls! Eight hot wet tongues were lapping at me - my balls, my hips, my ass! One insistent tongue forced its way between my ass cheeks to hotly tongue my manhole, only to be pulled away by the turning stage. Then my cock!!!! "Ohhh fuck!" I gasped as one boy, Bobby I think, caught my shaft in his vacuuming mouth, hotly milking my bloated shaft - then it too was pulled away! The torture continued - on and on - one sucking mouth after another! The men we now crawling all over the bound fathers - sucking their nipples, rubbing their cocks up and down their hot flanks. Through my daze, I saw 2 or 3 men fucking some of the dads - pumping their thick drooling cocks into their manpussies. Others were deep throating the dad's precum soaked cocks! Still others crawled all over the stage - pulling the dildos from the pulsing boypussies - only to stuff the open holes with their own mancocks. The grunting and writhing was a scene out of Dante's Inferno!!! Men who couldn't make it into the crowded stage, gathered in 2's and 3's at the edge of the platform - fucking and sucking each other. My balls were tight against my cockroot, as I felt the hot licks of flame start to flood my body. I was about to cum! My toes curled and the hot flames shot up through my ass, across my heaving chest, then down my stomach, out through my cock!! `Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" I screamed and my load blasted from the tip of my rigid cockshaft, spewing wildly across the mass of naked fucking bodies below me! Even while I came, though the din, I saw Carl. He stood off by himself, staring directly into my eyes, with a lust filled smile on his face. The last thing I saw before I blacked out, was Carl drop his jockstrap and slowly stoking his massive 11 inch cock as he watched me! The party continues deep into the night in Chapter 9! I'd love to hear from you ... kennetv9@idt.net