Hot Daddies, page 15
“Not done yet,” Daddy barked. I blanched.
“Mind if I finish the job?” Craig asked.
Daddy raised his eyebrows a tad and replied with a thumbs-up. I took a deep breath and relaxed. Oh, boy!
Craig squeezed, pushed, and rotated three fingers into the cage. His fingernails were trimmed to the quick. He massaged my dickhead, languorously withdrew his hand, raised it to his mouth, smiled and leisurely cleaned his fingers, a contented cat grooming himself.
“Good-tasting boy,” Craig said to Daddy, not even looking at me. I bit my lip.
“Let’s take a quick dip and head back to our room,” Daddy suggested. “We’re here at the Guiltmore for the rest of the week.” He winked and nudged Craig, who replied, “Sure. Hot damn!” perhaps a bit too vigorously.
“Pull up your pants, boy,” Daddy commanded. Which I did. Like, fast. Daddy and Craig stood on each side of me; we all linked arms and ran into the waves. Well, they sorta carried me. But I didn’t give a damn who saw my ass. After all, it had been anointed a bubblebutt. I would’ve wiggled it at any nosy onlookers, had there been any; seagulls didn’t count.
They dropped me in waist-deep water. I stood with my arms folded across my chest.
“Com’on, boy, enjoy the water,” Daddy cajoled.
“Uh, I’ll catch up. I’ll just take it one drop at a time.”
Craig grabbed Daddy’s arm. They disappeared into a wave like two frolicking dolphins, black-clad butt and white-clad butt, yin and yang. They emerged on the other side of the crest, put their arms around each other, and sunk from view. What the hell is going on down there? Well, it couldn’t last too long. Craig popped up, his suit at midthigh, gulped some air and sank from view. Next Daddy rose, floating on his stomach, his suit also inappropriately placed. His tan torso, which played counterpoint with his bobbing white butt, glistened in the noonday sun, each droplet of water a small prism that captured the light and scattered it into minuscule rainbows. Two arms appeared around his waist, and he pumped his ass a few times before he jackknifed. The water churned as arms, legs and torsos swirled like intertwined pinwheels. A large wave plunged over them and they burst through the surface, sputtering, and stood in crotchdeep water. Their suits were still midthigh, and two hard dicks pointed at each other as they bobbed in and out of the receding wave. They threw back their heads and howled. Then they wrapped their arms about each other and kissed while reluctantly but diligently tugging each other’s suits to respectable, responsible positions, though two bulges remained more than evident. Can their inseams tolerate any more abuse? I turned and slogged back to the blanket.
I sat and locked my arms around my bent knees. I like to watch Daddy grooving with a woman or two at a party, maybe even pumpin’ pussy, but that’s just play. This man-to-man stuff is scary. I didn’t know Daddy could be attracted to older men. He’s stepping out of his role—jeez—maybe it just is a role. Like, is he a real Daddy? Gosh, he has to follow his heart, but can it be away from me?
The two men lunged through knee-deep water and marched across the shallows. They were holding hands and laughing as they ran up to me. I stared uncertainly at them. Daddy sat and draped his arm around my neck. I shrugged. Daddy glanced at Craig, who stood with his hands at his side.
“Craig, move your towel over there,” he requested.
Craig moved quickly to comply. He sat on his repositioned towel and draped his arm around my other shoulder. I took a deep breath, looked at Daddy, over to Craig and back at Daddy.
What’s with me?
Prickly fingers were kneading my stomach, just like before a final exam I wasn’t prepared for. Only now my abdomen was a cauldron sending flashes of hot fire throughout my body.
Don’t I even get a vote? Guess not. I’m not Daddy’s slave—I didn’t sign a contract giving him absolute authority and power. Still, I’m his boy—I passed my qualifying exams long ago. And we discuss lots of things, like picking TV shows, even coming here. He must’ve really fallen for Craig. Shit! Guess I’ll just gave to play along and see what happens. Fuck! Do I really have any choice?
Daddy rested his free hand on my knee. “It’s okay, boy.”
Craig withdrew his hand, folded his palms in his lap and lowered his head.
“I should leave,” he mumbled.
I looked over at him. Aside from Daddy, he was the only man I had met who possessed the sublime mixture of passion, compassion and beauty I desired. He wore his selfless mantle well, even in wet, skimpy Speedos, no regal robes required.
“Don’t leave,” I whispered. Now what? Then, like the chorus from Verdi’s Nabucco, “Fly thought, on golden wings,” a compelling concept rose to my consciousness.
“Daddy’s love, my love, yeah, like…like our love, can grow to include others,” I mumbled sotto voce.
Craig and Daddy looked at each other.
“Let’s hightail it to our room and explore this situation,” Daddy suggested. I stood. Craig slowly rose and hugged me, tentative at first, but I melded into him and he squeezed the breath from me.
Daddy stepped into his clown pants, I slid into my beach bum shorts and Craig wrapped his towel around his waist. We packed our crap and hiked back to our condo, swaggering as close as our paraphernalia would allow, but with no hands free to clutch and swing. We passed under tall palm trees, all trimmed to a fair-thee-well and coconut-free, of course, to protect the tourists, past lush, manicured gardens with a panoply of plants, none of which I recognized, except orchids and huge white and yellow trumpet bushes.
We provoked a few stares, but so fuckin’ what? I was escorted by two gorgeous hunks, perfect candidates for Buckingham Palace Guards. A thought surfaced: Some Daddies have a stable of boys; can a boy have more than one Daddy?
We scuttled across the lobby and past the SHIRTS REQUIRED sign. Daddy forced a closing elevator door open, and we squeezed into the crowded lift, our backs and chests sporting a few droplets of water and stubborn grains of sand, to a few “Humpfs.” Tough shit, prim and proper prudes! We added our masculine aroma to a metallic shell that imprisoned the stench of perfume, aftershave, and aloha shirts drenched with perspiration and cigar smoke.
“Eight, please,” Daddy requested.
No one moved.
Craig jostled his way to the floor panel, pushed the requisite button, squared his shoulders—and his towel slid to the floor. A gasp. A chuckle. Craig flexed his back muscles, reached to retrieve the towel and draped it over his shoulders. More than one woman stared at his crotch when he turned. We arrived at eight and scuttled into the hallway. A man started to disembark before a shrill voice stopped him: “No dear, let’s go to nine and walk down.” We clomped into our room and cracked up.
Daddy stepped out of his board shorts, I grabbed Craig’s towel and then hopped out of my shorts before hanging them in the bathroom to dry.
“Beer?” Daddy asked Craig.
“Goes through me so fast I’ll have to pee straightaway.”
“It’s okay, boy will take care of you,” Daddy replied as he glanced my way. I raised one eyebrow as I fetched a diet soda.
“Bottoms up!” Daddy toasted. Both men looked at me. I lowered my head to hide my smile. Overeagerness can be a bottom’s bane. Daddy spread a large white fluffy towel on the couch and perched. I sat next to him while Craig sneered at a piss elegant wing chair and sprawled on the rug.
“So, Jim. How did you get into this boy business?”
I put my soda down and snuggled closer to Daddy.
“I grew up in New England. Went to school in Boston. Majored in physics. I enjoyed mechanics and thermo a lot, so I stayed an extra year and took a double major in M.E.—mechanical engineering, that is.”
Craig raised his eyebrows. “I knew you were one smart guy.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
“And sexy as hell to boot,” Craig added, as he stroked himself.
I mimicked his stroking motions and continued.
“With that background I didn’t have any trouble landing a job in the aerospace industry, so, like Daddy, I came west.”
Craig focused on my collar.
“Yeah, well, I went the straight route in high school, discovered guys in college, or, should I say, to be politically correct, explored my sexuality.”
We all laughed.
“Some interesting fags are to be found in frat houses. And, surreptitiously, gay porn. I saw one of Daddy’s flicks. His scenes were fodder for many of my JO sessions. I decided to track him down after I graduated.”
“How the hell did you do that?” Craig asked.
“After passing courses in advanced math and relativistic quantum mechanics, it was no sweat. I just sent a fan letter to one of the companies he worked for. With a few pictures thrown in.”
We all laughed.
“And the rest is history,” Daddy concluded.
“I’ll drink to that,” Craig said as he downed the rest of his beer. Daddy and I followed suit. “Let’s watch the sunset.”
We stepped onto the balcony and plunked our drinks on the ledge. I stood between Daddy and Craig, and we wrapped our arms around each other’s waists as the bottom of the setting sun kissed the distant waterline. Sailboats, skiffs and fishing boats made their way to the local pier. A few het couples carrying blankets and small coolers passed below us, headed for the beach and hanky-panky, most likely. Daddy’s gaze trailed them into the shadows.
“What was your most interesting experience as a masseur?” Daddy asked Craig.
Craig replied without hesitation. “It was with a young married couple, both good looking. Sharp, too, judging by the way they negotiated my fee. I fucked her while he watched, then I fucked him while she watched. They had a camcorder going.” Craig paused for dramatic effect. “Then he fucked her in the ass doggie-style while I screwed him doggie-style. Quite the arrangement. I was actually pushing him deep into her.”
“Probably work with three guys,” Daddy said.
“Oh, sure,” Craig answered.
He leaned over and placed his elbows on the ledge, stretched his lanky legs, and crossed his ankles. The dim light cast shadows among the ridges of his taut quads and hamstrings. I fumbled with my drink as I fought the urge to kneel between him and the railing, scratched knees and back notwithstanding, yank his suit down until his boner whacked me in the face, and service his big dick.
Daddy stepped behind me, placed his palms on the ledge, and captured me scissor-like with his hips.
Craig scanned the peaceful vista.
“Beautiful,” he said. “I always enjoy this view.”
We rested in silence as the sun slid farther below the horizon.
“Perhaps we’ll be lucky enough to see a green flash,” Craig said.
Daddy lowered my thong. I forced my legs farther apart so I could feel the wet surface twisting the hair as he tugged away. Daddy lowered his own suit. His long, hard dick pressed into my buttcrack.
“Ever see a blue flash?” I asked as I backed more into Daddy.
“Nope, not lucky enough,” Craig answered.
Daddy began a gentle pumping motion.
“Very rare, even on a clear night,” Craig added.
I gasped, not an announcement of gained scientific insight, but an appreciation of raw, rutting sex.
Craig looked our way.
“We should go inside,” he urged. “We’re not the only ones watching the sunset.”
True, the balconies on either side of ours held chatty couples whom I hadn’t noticed. It was dark by now, and we went indoors without pulling up our suits. A gentle breeze wafted in from the ocean.
“Let’s go into the bathroom, Sirs,” I suggested, hoping I wasn’t being too forward.
“Okay, Sir boy,” Daddy replied. His grin would have shamed the Cheshire cat.
They followed me into the bathroom.
“Time for our shower. Will three guys fit in there?” Craig asked.
“Not yet,” I replied. “Face each other.”
“Well, well,” Craig said.
I put my hands on their shoulders and nudged them closer. They pressed into each other and linked hands. I grabbed a gigantic white towel and swiped their backs simultaneously. They moaned and groaned when I wiped their asses and legs. I paused. Then I knelt and buried my face in Daddy’s crack.
“Jesus,” he said.
I burrowed deeper and used my teeth to tug on a few hairs. I ran my tongue around his hole and pushed in as far as possible, which wasn’t too deep since he was standing, but I did my best. My efforts were appreciated, judging by Daddy’s purring.
I withdrew, uttered a slow “Yummy,” licked my lips, and crawled around to Craig. I went to work on his muscular ass. At last! I nibbled each orb and did my best to make him purr as well. I succeeded and stood.
“Now for the front. Face me,” I ordered. They followed instructions okay—for Daddies.
I wiped their chests, pinching a nipple or two through the fluffy towel. Then I squatted and blew on their dicks as I daubed their crotches and worked my way down to their toes.
“Feels great,” Daddy said.
“Yeah,” Craig added, “real good.”
Their dicks reflected their delight. And their asses looked fantastic in the mirror. I tossed the towel to one side.
Daddy looked me in the eye. “Kneel,” he ordered.
I opened my mouth and took his dick. I could tell he wanted to pee before he got real hard.
“I know you can take two dicks, boy. But can you take two pissing dicks?” he asked.
“Christ almighty,” Craig said.
I pulled the edge of my mouth as far wide as I could with my index finger, and Daddy guided Craig’s dick into me. I clamped down softly.
Daddy put his arm around Craig’s waist and Craig followed suit. Then Daddy started. Just a few drops. Likewise, Craig. Daddy’s flow increased and so did Craig’s.
I held my head back, throat open, and gulped as fast as I could. Finally, my eyes must have bulged, ’cause Daddy said, “That’s enough, let’s finish in the toilet.” I sank back on the floor, their piss sloshing in my stomach.
They shook their dicks and stared at me. “Great job, boy!” Daddy said. Craig concurred. “Water?” Daddy asked.
“No, thanks,” I answered and licked my lips. My cock cage pointed straight up.
“Stay in here until summoned,” I said in a mock gruff tone as I scampered into the bedroom and closed the door. I didn’t know what they’d do, but I sure knew where I was headed. I donned an outfit and oiled my body. An enormous mirror hung above the breakfront that stretched along the wall facing the king-sized four-poster bed. I lit an emergency hurricane lamp, fluffed up four bed pillows, and doused the overhead lights. An eerie, seductive glow pervaded the room.
I crouched in the corner.
“Come in,” I said in a seductive tone. “But first turn off the bathroom light.”
The door opened.
“Holy shit!” Craig exclaimed.
Daddy chuckled. “Guess we belong on the bed.”
I crawled over to the dresser and pushed the start button on my iPod. Disco music filled the room.
I grasped the footboard and slowly rose as I leaned back, knowing full well that they could see the amorphous reflection of my flexed back muscles in the mirror.
Daddy and Craig were embedded in the pillows, hands across their chests. They applauded when they saw my bare chest and Daddy’s surfer shorts. I lowered the waistband until the top of my red thong peeked out, and rubbed my taut abdomen.
“Take it off, take it off,” they yelled.
I pulled my shorts back up.
I did a full turn and grabbed one of the six-foot-tall bedposts, humped it in time to the raucous beat, and lowered my shorts. I caressed the crotch of my thong; the outline of my cock cage was clearly delineated. I pranced, stepped out of the shorts, and threw them a kiss. I did a half turn, leaned my bare ass into the footboard, wiggled it, slid back to my ersatz pole, pulled myself partway up, locked my legs around the slippery wood, and gyrated. The applause was deafening in our small room. Finally, I hopped onto the bed and seductively lowered my thong, which I kicked into Craig’s face. I stood motionless, hands on hips, in a bulging black posing strap, its thin white strings climbing over the natural curves of my hips and disappearing into my buttcrack. More applause accompanied hoots and hollers. I did a backflip off the bed, landed on my feet, and finished my performance with a wild dance, replete with turns, kicks and sidesteps. The music stopped as I did a split, legs flat on the floor, with my disembodied shit-eatin’ grin above the headboard.
There was no immediate applause. My audience was too busy wanking. I turned up the room light a tad and disappeared into the kitchen.
I returned naked, except for my cock cage, with three cans of soda. Craig and Daddy slid apart and I slithered between them.
“Great show, my beautiful boy,” Daddy chuckled.
“Yeah,” Craig said. “Such a beauty.”
We drank in silence.
Daddy raised his index finger to his chin. “On your knees boy, facing the headboard,” he ordered.
“Yes Sir!”
Daddy fluffed the pillow between me and the headboard.
“All right if Craig fucks you?” he asked.
“Er, yes, Sir,” I replied, not wanting to appear overeager as my cock stiffened again.
“Good! And I’ll fuck Craig. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Both men put on rubbers and Craig lubed my hole while Daddy greased Craig’s. There was some finger poking and prodding, but not much was needed for two hungry, greedy cavities. I was glad for short, smooth fingernails. Craig and I spread our legs.
And then it began. Oh, yeah! The fuck of my life.
Craig knelt and pushed his way into me. I took all of his long dick and he flopped onto my back, his arms on either side of me, push-up style. He grunted as Daddy entered him slowly, pulled back slightly, pushed in a bit more, pulled back again and then with a mighty shove made it all the way in. Craig yelped. Daddy must’ve plopped onto Craig’s back, ’cause Craig felt heavier.
Daddy started a slow pump, Craig followed, and I inched forward. I couldn’t decide if I should brace myself or go with the flow. I relaxed and went where two sweaty, grunting hunks propelled me, which was into the pillow. I grabbed the headboard and pushed back and forced Craig’s dick deeper into me, which had a chain reaction effect on Daddy’s dick.
