Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 08:53:31 +0000 From: Mark Angle Subject: Worshipping Daddy 2 Worshipping Daddy 2 by Mark Angle Legal Disclaimer: This story contains explicit sexual content. If this offends you, or if it is illegal for you to access such content, please do not read. This story is fictional in every way. The characters in this story are not based on real people, alive or dead, and the events in this story are not based on real life events that the author has been a part of or seen. Any similarities in names or descriptions are purely coincidental. The author grants the Nifty Archive a non-exclusive, worldwide, royalty-free, perpetual, and non-cancelable license to display the work. If you like this story and want me to continue it, let me know at markangle@hotmail.co.uk or at http://www.markangle.org . Thank you for all the emails! It really makes a difference. That's one of the reasons why the next part arrived so soon! Daddy started playing with my nipple again and gently caressing my tiny cock. It felt good. I thanked Daddy. "Thank you Daddy for making me feel so good, Daddy." I felt the pleasure flowing over me. I was not going to cum. I can only cum when Daddy allows me and he had not allowed me. My eyes were closed. I opened them. I saw Daddy looking at me, with his cold, hard look, as if he were analyzing me, as if I were an engine he was about to take apart and was assessing first. I like it when he looks at me like that. It reminds me that I am a fucktoy for my Daddy. I stared back at Daddy, taking the pleasure Daddy was giving me. I closed my eyes again and let it fill me. I heard Daddy's low, rough voice. "What are you thinking about, fuckface?" My tiny cock got a little bit harder still. I said, "I'm thinking about getting fucked, Daddy. I hope you don't mind, Daddy." Daddy's huge rough hand caressed my chest. I whimpered. Daddy said, "That's good. I like my fuckboy to think about get- ting fuck. That's what little fuckholes like you are supposed to think about. Tell me more. What exactly are you thinking about?" I told Daddy I was thinking about Pete and Jeff. I looked at Dad- dy again and he smiled. When Daddy smiles, I like to watch how the hair in his beard changes direction slowly. Different parts of his silver hair catches the light. I makes me want to kiss my Daddy on the lips. But only Daddy is allowed to start that, so I just looked at my Daddy lovingly. Daddy said, "You were a good boy, that day, little fucker. Your Daddy was very proud of you." Daddy sometimes played cards and watched sports with Pete and Jeff. Pete always wore jeans and a flannel shirt, usually red and black, and brown leather cowboy boots. Jeff always wore leather from head to toe. Literally. He wore a soft leather hat, a leather jacket, worn out leather pants and shiny leather boots. When he came over, they were different leather pants, shirts and boots, but they were always worn out, at least a bit, and always leather. The boots were always shiny. Both were about Daddy's age, I guess. Even though they never told me. I remember their boots so well, because Daddy said that I could stay with them if I wanted to (I didn't have to) but I had to sit by one of the man's boot and lick and kiss them. I could move from one to the other if I wanted, but I had to call them "Sir" and always be taking care of their boots. I sounded strange and a bit boring, but I was curious, so I tried it. I didn't expect to, but I loved it. At first, it was just a mo- tion. But I think it was when I started smelling the leather, something came over me. I started licking and kissing until my lips were sore. Then I had to ask permission to leave. It was strange, but Pete and Jeff never fucked me or made me suck them the first few times they came. Usually, Daddy's friends like to fuck me, but these two did not seem to want to. They played cards and watched sports. I didn't listen to what they were talk ing about. Daddy's only rule was that I was to take care of their boots, which man's boots was up to me. But I tried to take care of each of them equally. I think that's what Daddy really wanted and I always try to do what Daddy wants. Then, after they'd been around a few times, Daddy said that if I wanted to be in the room with them, I had to be naked. My little cock got all hard when Daddy said that. I took my clothes off, just shorts and a tee shirt Daddy doesn't usually like it when I wear more than that. And I went in the room where Pete and Jeff were. They weren't playing cards. They weren't watching sports. I was scared, but good scared. Daddy was there, so I felt safe, but in another way, I felt scared and excited. There was a wooden table in that room. Daddy lifted me and laid me down on it. Without a word of explanation, he grabbed my an kles and lifted them. He said, "See for yourself." My asscheeks were completely spread apart. My pink hole was exposed. Neither Jeff or Pete talked to me, they both looked at my hole. One of them started pushing a finger into it. I whimpered. Daddy said angrily, "Shut up, fucker." I tried to stay quiet after that. Pete, the one in the jeans casually touched my hard cock, but was only looking at my hole. Jeff, the man in leather pushed a finger into it and looked impressed. He said, "It is very relaxed. I'll admit it's impressive." Daddy said, "The boy can take most men with no lubricant at all." He looked at the two of them and added, "Not you of course, but most." Jeff, still not looking at me said, "May I?" Daddy politely said, "Absolutely. That's what it's here for." Jeff unzipped his pants, took out a very big cock, one of the biggest I'd seen, licked his hand, covered his cock in spit and, with my Daddy still holding my ankles, shoved his cock into my ass. It was hard to stay qui et. Jeff smiled when I whimpered and looked at my face for the first time, "He likes it. He said. Good. I really was afraid I was too big for him. It is a bit dry, though." I wasn't watching at that point, but Daddy must have passed him some lube because Jeff's cock starting slipping in and out of my much more easily. I couldn't help whispering, "Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy." I felt Jeff's cock pulling out and another cock, about the same size but of a different shape come it. I recognized the material of the pants before I opened my eyes, it was Pete. He was fucking me and saying, "I have to admit it's very nice. Tight and yet re laxed, slippery and moist." While Pete was fucking me slowly, I was surprised when Jeff came from behind me and gave me a deep kiss. His beard was red. I loved the way it felt on my face. Jeff said, "It looks like you're enjoying yourself, boy?" I did not know if it was okay to respond. I looked at Daddy. Daddy nod- ded slightly. As Pete's cock was sliding out of me, about to slide back in, I said, "I am, Sir." Jeff smiled and kissed me again. Then he said, speaking very low and slowly, "Is there any- thing you want, boy? Is there anything we can do for you?" Again, I looked at Daddy. He looked happy. He was nodding. I said, "I like to lick ass, Sir." Jeff got up, quickly removed his worn leather pants. They were very loose and he managed to have them slide over his boots. Then, he crouched over me and showed me his asshole. It was worn and wrinkly, like his leaner. It smelled like leather. Again, I looked at Daddy. He nodded again. With Pete still fucking me, I gave a tiny lick to Jeff's asshole. Then another, and then, for what seemed like a very long time, I was passionately licking Jeff's ass while Pete was fucking me. Daddy came by and slid a finger or two into my asshole while Pete was fucking it, and sometimes he caressed my hole body. I heard him say a few times, "Such a good boyâ ¦" Then, Jeff got up and Pete stopped. They looked at each other. Jeff said, "I'm going to fuck you now, boy. But while I'm doing that, I want you to do something too." I didn't know what to say. I nodded. Pete walked by me, with hard dick having just left my hole. Jeff said, "I want you to suck Pete's dick. Can you do that for me, boy?" He and my Daddy exchanged glances. "And for your Daddy?" Daddy makes a point of always keeping my insides clean, but I'd never done that. I don't know why, but I just took Pete's dick and started sucking like I've rarely sucked. I just loved the idea of that dick having just been inside of my. When Jeff saw that, he started fucking me roughly and passionately. My Daddy was looking me deep in the eyes. That's what I meant when I told Daddy I was thinking about Pete and Jeff. Daddy smiled. "You really did like them, didn't you, my little whore?" I blushed a bit and I said, "Yes, Daddy. They made me feel good and they were nice to me." Then I thought about it a bit more and I said, "Daddy, it felt really good when I was suck- ing Pete's cock right after it had fucked me." Daddy smiled and said, "That's my boy." Then I said, "Butâ ¦" Daddy raised an eye brow. "But what?" Daddy got up on one elbow. He grabbed one of my legs and starting poking my hole. It felt good. He said, very serious, "You can al- ways tell your Daddy." I said, "It was nice sucking a Man's cock that had just been fucking me. But is it possible to suck a cock that had just been fucking someone else?" Daddy smiled a kind, warm smile. He pushed two fingers into my ass and gave me a very deep kiss. He said, "I think we can arrange that." I love my Daddy so much! 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