Date: Thu, 8 Aug 2013 23:56:37 -0700 From: Mark Angle Subject: Worshipping Daddy 5 Worshipping Daddy 5 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 . NOTICE: Gentlemen, please keep in mind that this, like all of my works, is a works of fiction. It is not modeled on any actual events and it is not intended to be taken literally. I felt a warm hand holding the side of my face. It was a huge, rough hand with dark hair on the back. I'd know it anywhere. It was Daddy's. Daddy held his hand a bit away from me and then touched my mouth with the tip of his fingers. He said, "Kiss your Daddy's hand, cuntboy. You'll be glad you did." I kissed Daddy's hand gently and carefully. I had the impression something impor- tant was going on, even though I didn't really know what. A couple of men had showed up on the opposite side of the table. They were playing with my hole. Some time before we'd even come here, Daddy had shown me some men who could keep their holes open just by relaxing it. I could not do that. (Daddy said it was okay if I couldn't yet. There was still time for me to learn.) But my hole was as relaxed as it had ever been. It was a bit sore, but not much. I just was feeling good all over. The men were taking turns putting a finger in my hole and making small gentle circles with it. It made me moan. It made me feel very good. I was very thankful to Daddy. Daddy went on, "We're going to try a few new things today, my little cumdump. One I'm not sure you'll like. The other... The other will be your reward for being such a good boy today." On the table next to mine, the two boys were still there. Each was being fucked by a different man and they were sucking each other. They were lying on their side, each one sucking the other, each one with a man behind him, fucking. Daddy waved at the men around the other table, the one further away, the one with the boy who had just been licked by all the men. As soon as they saw Daddy wave, they picked the boy up and car- ried him to my table. The put him on all fours with pads under his knees and his ass facing me. I was not sure what to do. I'd been with other boys before, of course, but it was just men fuck- ing us. Something like this had never happened. I was still on my back with my legs raised. Daddy walked around the table and started playing with my hole. But he was not exactly playing with it. He was scraping. He was taking some of the cum in my hole. Then he got on the table and put in on and in the boy's hole. Then, he got me up and positioned me to fuck the boy. The boy was smaller than me. I couldn't see his face. He had brown, untidy hair. His hole was perfectly smooth. The cum Daddy had just put on it was shining in the ceiling lights. Daddy pushed my dick into the boy's ass. He just said, "Fuck, boy. Fuck for your Daddy." I realized I'd never fucked anyone before. I'd never really thought about it. But I started fucking. I was not sure how to do it. Was I going to go super fast, like Old Joe? But then I real- ized that even if I'd wanted to, I didn't have it in me to do that. So I just did what felt natural. It felt good. My dick could not have been much of a challenge to anyone, even the boy, but he was whimpering anyway. Daddy said, "Do you like it, boy?" I was not sure what to say. I said, "I like it, Daddy." Daddy smiled and said, "You know what that is, boy?" I was not sure what he meant. I asked, "What is it, Daddy?" Daddy said, "That's virgin hole for you, boy." I don't know why, but that made me fuck the boy harder. Daddy went on. His lips were just by my ear. He was speaking in a deep, low voice. I could even feel the vibrations of it on my skin. "His Daddy wanted him to be fucked by another boy for his first time. I thought you might want to try it. You seem to like it, boy." I did. It felt nice. Daddy was not touching me. I missed Daddy's touch. He asked, "What do you like about this, boy?" I went on fucking while I thought about it. I said, "I like that it comes from you, Daddy. I like everything that you give me, Daddy." Daddy nodded. "I like the feeling of the men's cum on my cock, Daddy. And I like how fucking feels, Daddy." Daddy smiled. "But you prefer being fucked by your, Daddy, don't you, my little manwhore?" As soon as Daddy said that, my cock got harder and I started fucking the boy more quickly. Daddy said, "I can see you do." He added, "Do you want to meet the boy's Daddy?" I said I did. There was a small crowd of men around us. Some stepped to the side. They revealed a very tall man, bald except for a crown of very black hair and a big black beard. He was wearing overalls the top part of which had been take off and was hanging in front of him, with the suspenders hanging in the back. He looked very serious. He said, "You like fucking my boy?" I didn't want to of- fend him. I said, "I like fucking your boy, Sir" as I was moving my dick in and out of his boy's small ass. The boy's Daddy said, "You're going to help me make him nice and lose like you are boy, aren't you?" I said I was. The boy was moaning. He was saying, "I want you, Daddyyyy," with a long moan at the end of the word, "Daddy." It did seem a little bit unfair. The boy's Daddy said, "Not yet, boy." I was still fucking him. He was pretty tight, it true. I looked at the fold in the boy's Dad- dy's overalls. The man smiled. He said, "You want to see why I'm not fucking my boy myself, don't you?" By that time I'd figured out why. I don't know if that was the biggest cock I'd ever seen, maybe not. But it was much too big for that boy. The boy's Daddy was right to make it easy for him. As I went on fucking the boy, I looked to Daddy and said, "I think I'll be cumming soon, Daddy." Daddy patted me on the head. "Good boy for telling your Daddy, he said. You can stop now". I stopped fucking the boy. The boy's Daddy picked him up in his arms and the boy started kissing his Daddy passionately. He rubbed his face in his Daddy's beard and reached inside his Daddy's mouth with his tongue. He said, almost crying, "I'm ready, now, Daddy. Please. I want it so much, Daddy! Please, Daddy! I'll do anything, Daddy." His Daddy had a sad smile and said, "Soon, boy. But not yet. I don't want you to get hurt, boy. But believe me, you'll get your Daddy's cock and plen- ty of other cocks soon." Then, the Daddy carried the boy again. I heard the boy ask, "Will you at least cum in my mouth tonight, Daddy?" I could hear anything else. All I could see was that the Daddy gave the boy a big hug when the boy said that. I felt a slap on my ass. It was Daddy. He said, "You did good, boy. I like it that you prefer getting fucked by Daddy rather than fucking other boys." I hugged Daddy. He gave me a deep kiss. I remembered that he said he had a reward for me. I could tell that Daddy was looking at someone behind me. I turned around. It was Old Joe who apparently had returned. Old Joe said, "So do you really want to do this?" Daddy looked at me and said, "I do." Joe said, "It's been a while hasn't it?" Daddy said, "A very long time. But I can't help spoiling my boy." Daddy lay me on my back on one end of the table. He spread my legs. He invited men to play with my hole. They came quickly. They came licking and poking. No one was fucking me, though. Dad- dy lay down on his back so that his ass was by the edge next to mine. We formed a rectangle with a corner of the table. Our faces were very close. We could kiss. Daddy at first, just looked at me in the eye. Then, I saw something I'd never seen. Old Joe's dick was com- pletely hard again. He took a bit of lube and then, I couldn't believe it at first, but he started fucking Daddy. I had never, ever seen Daddy get fucked. It was strange. It felt a little bit wrong. Daddy was still looking at me in the eye with a serious expression. I was not sure what this meant. I did not know what I was supposed to think or do. Then Old Joe asked, "Now?" And Daddy said, "Now." And then, Old Joe stopped fucking Daddy and walked towards me and gave me his dick to suck. And that's when I understood what Daddy had done for me: he got me one of the greatest dicks I'd ever touched that had just fucked his own ass. It was too good to true. I didn't dare touch it at first. Daddy said, "Go ahead, boy." And I did. Daddy said, "I know how much you love your Daddy's ass. This is probably more of it than you've ever had." I wanted to nod but I was too busy sucking. It was wonderful. It was like Daddy's smell was filling all of me. Daddy pushed my face further down on Old Joe's dick. "Suck it, boy," he said. Old Joe moaned. I was sliding my head up and down, then just licking, then just licking it, then sliding again. Then I stopped. Daddy said, "Is it gone, boy?" And I said, "It's gone, Daddy." It hadn't lasted very long. Daddy smiled and said, "There's more." And Old Joe fucked Daddy three more times and after each time, I sucked Old Joe's cock. After the last time, I heard a low moan. By then, I knew what it meant. That's when Old Joe filled my mouth with his cum. I had to swallow several times to get all of it. I don't think any boy loves his Daddy more than I love mine. Do you want more? markangle@hotmail.co.uk