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Two
I went back to licking Daddy's hole with love and passion. Daddy's feet were on my shoulders again. I was kissing and licking. I waited patiently for Daddy to grunt. Daddy never grunts much, but when he does, I know I'm doing a good job in pleasing Daddy, that I'm being a good boy for my Daddy. My own ass was sweating a lot. I noticed when I fell a drop of sweat fall from it. A bit later, Daddy's big hand pushed my face deep into his ass crack and just at that moment, I felt another hand poking my own hole. I didn't stop licking Daddy's hole. I spread my legs as much as I could, as Daddy taught me to do in cases like this. The finger I felt was rough, almost raspy. It was only teasing my hole a bit, never going inside very much. I whimpered a bit. I was telling my self that without Daddy, this would not be happening, that there may be someone playing with my boy hole and I didn't even know who, but that Daddy was to thank for that. Daddy taught me how to let men use me. Daddy trained me to make myself available to them. It was all Daddy.
Without taking my attention away from Daddy's hole (Daddy had not told me to stop), I arched my back to ease the man's access to my boy hole. I heard his say, "What a slut!" It was a very deep voice, almost raspy, like his finger. While he was poking at my hole I felt another pair of hands, smoother, that one, spreading my ass so that the rough hand had better access to my hole. A new voice told Daddy, "That one's even sluttier that his brother." Much later, I would tell Daddy that when I heard that, I was proud. Daddy said I was right, that letting men use me made me a good boy and made him, my Daddy, proud of me. Now both pairs of hands were holding my ass spread and I felt a tongue and a beard in my crack. The beard was big and bushy and the tongue was an experienced one. The tongue poked just a bit and then gave a big, thick, wet, warm lick on my hole and my crack. The beard was warm and rough and manly. That time, I had to moan. And doing so, I stopped licking Daddy's ass for a second.
The same man said, "So that's what it takes to take is attention away from rimming you." A new voice said, "Hey, he's just paying attention to his Daddy! Don't blame him for it! What if it was one of your boys?"
Daddy gently pushed me away from his ass, turned me around and immediately shoved my face into the crotch of a pair of jeans. I inhaled deep. Very deep. When I did, my whole body shivered. It felt manly. It smelled like crotch and sweat and a bit like piss. I wanted more and Daddy could feel it. Daddy pulled my face away and then quickly shoved it into the crotch of the other man's cargo pants. Again I inhaled. It felt different, more tender. There was a hard dick behind those pants, but it smelled more lick fresh sweat and precum and a bit like soap too. I liked the first one more. Daddy picked me up and held me up so that my face was in front of the man in the cargo shorts. He started playing with my nipples. I whimpered again. Daddy said, "Good boy." He had cold blue eyes and dark hair, slightly curly. His face a bit wrinkled. He was about fifty, I guess. He was clean-shaven and wore a white shirt and a beige jacket. He said, "You like that, boy? You like how your nipples make you feel?" I moaned, "Yes, Mister." The man smiled with one side of his mouth.
Then Daddy pulled me away and took me to the other man's face. That man grabbed my face by the chin and held it in place while he was looking me straight in the eyes. He was older, maybe sixty. He was bald with a crown a gray hair that ended in a ponytail. He was wearing a black and red flannel shirt over a white tank top and rough jeans. He was the one with the beard. It was long and scruffy and white and gray. He said, "Do you want me, boy?" I didn't know what to answer. Daddy said, "You can tell him, son." So I said, "I do, Sir. I do want you." The man was still looking at me with a hard look on his face, his eyes were making quick short movements as if he was focusing on different parts of my own face all the time. He went on, "How do you want me, boy? What do you want me for?" I thought about it and realized I didn't know. So I said, "I don't know, Sir." He smiled a bit and released my face. He said, "Do you want to kiss me, boy?" I said, "Yes, Sir. Very much, Sir." He didn't move and went on, "And if you didn't get to kiss me, how would that feel, boy?" I thought he meant it and I panicked a bit. I tried to answer truthfully, "I think... I think it would hurt, Sir." He gave a tiny smile. "And what would you do to be allowed to kiss me, boy?" That one I answered without hesitation, "Anything you want, Sir. As long as it's okay with my Dad."
The man smiled a bit more and kissed me gently on the lips and then moved away and looked at me again. I made a face. He said as if he were a bit mad at me, "Is anything the matter, boy?" I mumbled, "I didn't... Sir... I didn't think you'd kiss me that way." He gave a half smile with a bit of contempt, "In what way did you think I would kiss you, boy?" I felt like I was in a tight spot. "I don't know how to say it, Sir. I guess the way my Dad usually kisses me, Sir." He was still looking me straight in the eyes and it was making me feel funny, but in a good way. "Let me see if I can figure it out then, boy." Then he picked me up, pulled me strongly against him with his left hand. I thought he was going to crush me. With his right hand, he held my face against his. He stuck his tongue in mine. It was as thick and deep as it felt when I was on my face earlier. His beard smelled like cigar smoke and his mouth tasted a bit like it too. With my own arms, I held on to him as hard as I could, but he was so strong it really didn't make much of a difference what I did. His tongue explored all of my mouth, rubbing against it and licking me from the inside. From the outside, he was holding me completely still. Even if I had wanted to struggle away, I don't think I could have.
Then, he pulled my face away and pushed my face into my daddy's. Daddy kissed me with a deep kiss too. Then the man in jeans pulled me away from my Daddy and made me kiss the third man. Then he made me kiss him again while Daddy was caressing my back and the man with the blue eyes was playing with my hole. After a short time, I realized that the bearded man was not holding my face against his any more. I pulled away. He said, "Is that how you wanted me to kiss you, boy?" I didn't know what to say so I blushed. The man with the beard said, "He's pretty innocent for such a slutty boy, isn't he?" Daddy said, "You can teach them to get fucked and be good little fuck toys and to love giving in to men, but in the end, they're always boys." The man with the beard told my Dad, "He still smells a bit like your ass."
Daddy carried me back to the couch. I was on my back between Daddy and the bearded man. I had my head resting on Daddy's thigh and my legs on the bearded man's lap.Daddy rested his hand on my face and I started licking his fingers. The bearded man started playing with my hole again. The blue-eyed man came over and crouched to my side and started playing with my nipples. The bearded man said, "So, I'm guessing you like to have men play with your hole like I'm doing, don't you?" And I said, "Yes, Sir." He nodded, "And do you know why you like it?" It was a bit hard to speak right with Dad's fingers on my mouth, but I went on, "I like it because that's what boys like. Because my Daddy taught me how and because my Daddy likes me to." The blue-eyed man grabbed the bearded man's hand away from my ass, and liked his middle finger. My hole shivered. The bearded man looked straight into my eyes from over me as did the other man and Daddy, while he slowly shoved his rough finger in my hole. I moaned, "Oh, Daddy, it feels so good! Daddy!" And Daddy said, "Good boy, son. You're being a very good boy for Daddy right now." The blue-eyed man was still playing with my nipples, but not too hard.
The bearded man asked, "Do you like it more when you have me inside of you or your Daddy?" I blushed again, I guess because they all chuckled. I said, "I don't know, Sir. You make me feel good, but you're here because of Daddy. So I don't know, Sir." The bearded man asked, "When's the brother supposed to show up?" And Daddy said, "He should have arrived by now."
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