Danny and Daddy/Chapter 3
"You ready, bitch? You ready for daddy's load? Ready for daddy to fill that pussy up?" I yell as I impale my 10-year old son on my thick cock and shove his face into my friend Jason's musky, sweaty hole. Danny can't respond, but I feel him nod. I let go of the back of his head and place my hands on his hips. I'm getting close and I'm gonna make sure he feels every inch of me blasting a load into him.
Jason is furiously jacking away at his 7-incher, making his nutsack bounce on the top of my boy's head. It'd be funny if it wasn't so goddamn hot. I'm also noticing that his nuts are starting to tighten up too. I think you know what that means!
"Jesus Christ, man. How did you get so lucky to have a live-in pussy boy like---OH FUCK," he moans as he grabs Danny by the hair, pulling him from what he was feasting on. As if on cue, Danny opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out as my friend begins to shoot one of the biggest loads I've seen him shoot in along time. He's practically painting Danny's face with jizz, but Danny's a trooper; he tries to catch as much cum in his mouth as he can and once Jason's done shooting, Danny wraps his mouth around the head of his cock and starts to suck out whatever cum might be remaining.
I let out roar and gave a hard thrust into my son's tight pussy. My nuts begin to cover the walls of Danny's little boy cunt with three-days worth of unspent jizz. I give his hole a few more slams for good measure and give his creamy white ass a sharp slap, leaving a pinkish hand print.
I lean forward, slumping over his tiny frame, breathing heavily, my cock still inside of him. "Damn, baby boy. Daddy loves you so much."
I turn his face towards mine and we meet in a kiss, my tongue tasting a not unpleasant combo of Jason's ass and cum.
"Fuck, that's hot," Jason says as I makeout with my son between his legs. He waves his softening dick in my direction and I shrug. What the hell? I swallow the head and suck out what cum I can too. I don't get much, but there's a lingering flavor of jizz and Danny's pussy coating my bro's cock. Absolutely delicious.
I let out a heavy sigh and move up next to Jason, Danny still nursing on his cock like a baby at his momma's breast.
"You were saying?" I say with a laugh.
"Oh yeah," Jason laughs and strokes Danny's hair, "I was wondering how you got lucky enough to have a cock slave like this living in your house. And your son! That's pretty fortunate, man."
"It is, isn't it? Well, I don't remember the story too well, since it was a while back. And even then, Danny was the one telling it, but I can try and remember. I might also embellish a bit to get you excited again. The slut's still on your cock so it seems like he wants another load!"
"That so?" Jason asks as he grabs Danny's hair for a second time and pulls him off his cock. "Is that right, slut? You want another load out of your uncle Jason's nuts?" Danny gets a quick nod in before his face is pushed back into Jason's waiting crotch.
"Alright then...well, you know how I used to be a member of the high school's booster club? I had to stop by the school to talk to the coach and I left Danny outside the office, since I didn't think it would take that long...."
"Hey, buddy, I won't be very long at all okay! I just gotta talk to the coach real quick so stay put!"
Little Danny looks up at his Daddy with a smile, "Okay, daddy! I won't go anywhere!"
Danny watches his father go into the coach's office and he looks around the empty hallway, his legs swinging from the chair, not even touching the ground. He's humming a tune to himself when he hears some raucous laughter, curse words, and general noise: football players! He looks in the direction the sounds are coming from and notices four sweaty teenagers, geared out in their football kit, probably between 16-18 walking in his direction, probably towards the locker room. He saw Billy, the quarterback. Tall, handsome, pale white skin and dark red hair. Positively dreamy. Danny always liked looking at him.
To Billy's left was Ty. Now, Danny didn't know what position he played (or really much about football to begin with), but he knew Ty was important. He was tall too; dark skinned, muscled, and a smile that made Danny's heart skip a beat. As the only black player on the team, he was pretty popular. Or at least that's what Danny's dad told him. Behind Ty was Michael. Danny definitely didn't know what position he played, but it must have been stopping people because Michael was shorter, stocky, and really well-muscled. Nothing could get past him, Danny thought.
Taking up the rear was someone Danny actually knew! His friend Andy's brother Simon! Danny knew him! He was kind of quiet. He was skinny, tall, and lanky. Danny didn't think he actually played on the team though. He once heard Simon tell Andy that he was just a glorified laundry lady so Danny guessed he just cleaned stuff. Either way, it was nice to see someone he kind of knew.
"Hi, Simon! I'm here with my daddy! Where are you guys going?" Danny said proudly as he waved at the group. Simon looked over in his direction and gave a small smile.
"We're going to the locker room, buddy. These guys gotta shower and I've gotta clean some stuff up."
"Oh! Can I come? I can help! I'm real bored out here!"
"Nah, you should stay here like your daddy said, bud. It'll be just as---"
"Hold up, Simon," Billy cut in, waving dismissively. "We can keep an eye on him. And I'm sure his dad won't mind. The locker room is right over there."
Billy looked at Danny and gave him a lecherous grin, which Danny returned with an innocent one. The other two players quickly agreed and Danny jumped off his seat excitedly. Simon sighed heavily and shook his head.
"Alright, buddy, let's go. You can help me sort towels and stuff." Danny rushes ahead toward the locker room and the three players follow after him.
Billy leans over to Ty and says, "Remember how I said that Sarah wasn't putting out? I think this might solve my problem."
"I guess," Ty says with a bit of apprehension, "He's so small though. Can't be more than five or six."
Michael lets out a hardy laugh and claps Ty on the back, "A hole's a hole, man."
They enter the area to the familiar smell of sweat, piss, and the underlying smell of teenage boy. Danny wrinkles his nose a little bit and makes a funny face.
"Don't worry, buddy, you'll get used to that. Sooner than you realize, I think," Billy says mussing his hair.
"Yeah, little man. After a while you can even smell it," said Michael already with his jersey off. He was in the process of getting his shoulder pads off already.
"Come on, Danny. You can help me with the towels and other laundry," Simon says as he grabs Danny's hand and takes him farther to the back of the locker room.
After sorting laundry for a little bit, Danny gives a heavy sigh and turns to Simon. "Is this all you do? It's so boring!"
Simon rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Yeah, it's a little boring but someone has to do it. Besides, it's not that bad."
Danny hears the slapping of bare feet on concrete and turns his head to see Billy, in nothing but a white jockstrap, who's fabric is straining (almost obscenely so) against a stiffening teenage cock. Danny mouth drops open when he sees Billy in all his teenage glory. Almost totally hairless except for a treasure trail leading from his belly button to his crotch, muscle tone in all the right places. Practically a football god! Billy steps up towards Danny, jock pouch practically touching his lips.
"Yeah, Danny, it's not that bad. Simon is really good at what he does and plus we're all good friends who like to hang out here! Do you wanna hang out with us over by the lockers?" Billy asks, with an evil smirk. Danny nods slowly, his eyes never leaving the musky teen crotch in front of him. "You do? Awesome! First, I gotta give Simon the last of my laundry though!"
With that last statement, Billy begins to lower the jockstrap. Almost putting on a little striptease for the kid in front of him, he pulls the front of the jock lower and lower. First, his dark red pubes. Second, the root of his shaft. And finally, Billy finishes pulling down the pouch and his cock bounces up, slapping his stomach and leaving a shiny spot of pre-cum on his belly. Danny's eyes widen with a mixture of curiousity and, some could say, longing. Billy slings his jockstrap over to Simon and grins.
"Ready, Danny?" he says, holding out his hand. Danny nods slowly and reaches for Billy's hand and begins to be lead away. Simon shakes his head turns back to his chore, adjusting his own hardening cock in the process.
Danny and Billy walk a bit and then turn the corner. Danny let's gasps and let's out a small 'wow' when he sees what Ty and Michael. The two of them are already completely naked, stroking their teenage cocks, clearly waiting for Danny and Billy to return.
"Hey, buddy! I'm glad you wanted to join us! Why don't you come sit by me?" Michael asks, patting the empty spot on the bench next to him. "But first, why not get as comfy as us?"
"You...you mean like no clothes? I don't know if I'm supposed to...you guys are kinda strangers..." Danny says apprehensively. Apprehensive or not though, he's still eyeing the the teenage meat in front of him. Billy has a respectable six inches, while Michael's is the same, but with thickness almost the size of a soda can. Ty's cock seems to have the most of Danny's attention though; 8 inches of thick, black teenage dick, hard and ready for action. Now, granted, Danny has no point of comparison when it comes to cock, but something tells him that Ty's is extra impressive.
Billy puts his arm around Danny's shoulder and brings him closer, his pre-cum dripping from the head of his dick.
"Come on, Danny! We're all just having some fun here. And on top of that, you know how your daddy helps out the football team?" Danny's gives a slow nod. "Well, if you have fun with us then that would be like you helping out the football team! You wanna help us out don't you?" Danny perks up a bit and his eyes brighten at the mention of his daddy. He'd do anything to be like his daddy and to make him proud! He moves forward a bit, out from under Billy's arm.
"Hmm..." Danny is absently mindedly pulling on the hem of his t-shirt with one hand and at the waistband of his shorts with the other. Something's on this boy's mind, for sure! Billy notices and chuckles to himself and turns Danny to face him directly, cock almost touching the kid's mouth.
"Whaddaya think, bud?" Billy grins and shifts his weight, his swollen dick bouncing and flicking pre-cum onto Danny's lips. Danny licks his lips without thinking and smiles a bit.
"Mmm...salty. But kinda sweet...What was that?"
"We call that pre-cum, little man," Ty says and walks over, hard cock at attention. "It comes out when you're really happy. You gotta be a bit older before that happens, though. But for guys like us, it can happen all the time!"
Danny stared at ground a bit sheepishly. "Can...can you guys make more?"
"We sure can, bud," Billy says, "But it might be hard if you don't help us out with it."
"How can I do that?"
"Well, sometimes the pre-cum comes out a bit more when you touch yourself."
"It does?"
"It sure does, little man," Billy says with a smile, "And even more comes out if someone else is doing it for you!"
"Really?" Danny gives Billy and incredulous look. "Well...I guess I could help..."
"That's great, bud! But you know what you have to do?" Billy asks.
"What?"
"You gotta get comfy like the rest of us!"
With that, Billy begins to tug on the hem of Danny's shirt too, pulling it up and revealing Danny's creamy white skin. Danny resists for a second, but something about being surrounded by these naked guys and being made to feel welcome makes him stop. Billy rubs his hand up and down Danny's chest, giving special attention to the tiny nipples that are starting to get stiff.
"How's that, buddy?"
"G-good..." Danny sighs heavily and gives a start, grabbing at his waistband as Billy reaches for that with his other hand.
"What's wrong, bud?" Billy asks, thumb running along the inside of Danny's shorts and undies.
"I don't know if I should do this...you guys are strangers. Daddy might get mad..."
Michael strides over to be in front of Danny, cock blatantly on display in the little boy's face. "I don't think your daddy will get mad, Danny. After all, you're gonna help us out by making us feel good, right?"
Danny gives a little nod, a mixture of fear, concern, and curiousity in his eyes. He seems to be deep in thought on what to do next. He breathes in deep, taking in the smells of teenage ass, piss, and hormones. It seems to entrance him as he let's go of his waistband and stands there somewhat serenely.
Billy rolls his eyes and sighs, "Alright, time to speed things up!"
With that, he finishes yanking down Danny's shorts, underwear and all, revealing the prize the three teen studs were after. Danny's cocklet can't be more then 1-2 inches long and it's standing up, stiff as nail. Billy takes a finger and runs his it along the length of Danny's little prick. He gives Danny's tight little nutsack a small tap and Danny shudders with pleasure. Now it's as if the boys are men possessed.
"Fuckin' finally! Here, bud, put this in your mouth," Michael says as he steps closer, pressing his fat cock-head against Danny's lips. "Open your mouth, kid."
Unsure of what to do, Danny looks over at Billy and is given a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, little guy. You liked how the stuff that came out tasted; this is how you'll get it right from the source. It's even better that way! And while you help Michael feel good, I'll help you feel good at the same time."
With that, Billy moves his hand lower and takes Danny's little nail between his thumb and forefinger. He begins to stroke Danny's dick and the little boy seems to melt. His knees get a bit weak and slips a bit before Billy catches him.
"Feels good, right?"
Danny nods and opens his mouth to respond, but Michael makes his move before Danny has a chance to respond. As if the boy's mouth is made for taking cock, Michael manages to slide half his coke-can cock in. Danny let's a out a muffled yell, but Michael grabs his hair and holds him in place.
"Calm down and watch the teeth, boy. Breath through your nose," he says as holds tighter to his hair as Danny tries to pull away, "If you don't stop struggling, it'll just get a bit worse for you, baby."
Billy laughs maliciously and stands up. He grabs Danny's hand and places it on his cock. "There you go, buddy. Now move your hand up and down."
Ty grins and moves to Danny's other side, fat black dick waving in the little boy's face. "Don't forget me, little man."
Danny can't respond or even nod, for that matter. Michael is holding his head in place while Danny nurses on his jock dick. That being said, he slowly reaches up and wraps took hold of as much as he could of Ty's meat.
"Damn; there's something real hot about seeing that tiny white hand around my dick, guys," Ty says with a laugh, "And he's ain't doin' a bad job either." He leans his head back and let's out a deep moan.
Michael is steadily feeding more of his dick into Danny's mouth and despite the bulging eyes and muffled moans, he seems to be taking it like a champ.
"The kid's a fucking natural! I think I'm gonna bust soon if I'm not careful!" Michael laughs and pulls his cock slowly out of Danny's mouth. The little boy takes in a deep breath and actually manages to smile.
"Did I do good?" Danny asks, looking up at Micheal expectantly.
"You did great, little dude!" he laughs again and playfully rubs Danny's face with his cock, leaving a trail of the boy's spit and his precum in its wake. Danny starts to laugh, licking his lips and tasting some of the slime left behind by Michael's dick.
"Mmm. That tastes good!"
Billy moves in front of him and smiles. "If you think that's good, why not taste mine?"
Danny smiles, but before he can say yes, Billy slides his cock into the boy's mouth, almost all the way in.
"God damn, Danny. Good job, buddy." Billy sighs heavily and looks down at the little boy who's mouth is around his teen dick. He holds Danny's head in place and begins to slowly slide his dick in and out of his mouth. "Jesus Christ..."
Meanwhile, Danny is still stroking away and Ty's cock and now his hand on Michael's slimy meat. Micheal meanwhile, moves one of his meaty paws down Danny's naked back, gropes his ass and begins to rub his middle finger on the little boy's rosebud. A stifled moan escapes Danny's full mouth and Billy laughs.
"Sounds like someone's a little cock hungry, fellas," the teen says with a smirk as he continues to face-fuck the kid. "We definitely hit the jackpot with this one. Good thing his dad's part of the booster club, huh?"
Michaeal moves his finger slowly into Danny's opening and the boy moans again, this time one filled with lust and longing. "He's real fucking tight too."
"Of course he is, man. He's what, five?" Ty asks.
"He's six!!"
The three teens give a start as they the look towards the sound of the noise. They see Simon, a basket of dirty towels and jockstraps at his side. He's obviously fuming.
"What the fuck are you guys doing?" He almost yells, moving towards three jocks. He's smaller than the three of them, but he's gotta try and do something. Ty, Michael, and Billy, meanwhile, have pretty much stopped what they're doing. Danny on the other hand is still keeping at it. He's stroking the two cocks in his hands as fast as his little hands can and he's still bobbing up and down on Billy's cock too.
Simon doesn't know what to do. The last thing he expected to see was his brother's six-year old friend naked in a locker room being used by the football team's three star players. He feels his own cock beginning to stiffen and moves the basket in front of his waist.
"Fuuuck, I'm about to blow," Ty groans, tweaking his nipples at the sane time.
"Same here, bro," Michael says as he plays with his nuts.
"We can explain, Simon," Billy says Danny still works on his dick, "Besides don't act like you're not turned on eith-- oh shit!"
Billy lets out a yell as his balls start to tighten up. He pulls out of Danny's mouth and starts to stroke his dick to completion. He groans again as his balls empty themselves, shooting rope after rope of calm on Danny's sweet little face. Before he finishes, though, Danny puts his mouth back on the head of Billy's cock and begins to take in as much of the sweet teen cum that he can.
Ty and Michael, on the other hand (Danny's hands, to be specific) are getting ready to blow their own loads too. They both let out guttural moans and their nutsacks begin to empty themselves too. Michael pulls Danny away from Billy's cock and moves the boy's mouth to his own.
"There you go, you little slut, swallow it all," he says.
Danny doesn't hesitate and opens his mouth, waiting for the rest of Michael's seed. He swallows the last few shots and suckles on the teen's still hard cock. "Fuck, you're good..."
Ty lets out a heavy sigh as he finishes painting the six-year old's face and then moves to gather his things.
"Where you going? Don't wanna stay for another round?" Billy asks.
"Nah, gotta get home. I have huge paper due tomorrow and I gotta make sure it's good to go. But, if you wanted someone else to use the kid..." Ty trails off and jerks his thumb at Simon who hasn't moved or said a word during the last few minutes. His own hard cock is now even more obvious as he's move the basket out of the way.
"That's too bad man; I was thinking we could break this boy in even more," Billy laughs and begins to finger Danny. The little boy let's out a few high pitched moans as he gets weak in the knees.
Danny stares over at Simon (or more accurately, Simon's crotch), face and body covered in cum. He licks his lips and smiles.
"I can help you too, Simon!" Danny says as he leans his body against Billy's.
"Yeah, man, come on over."
Almost in a trance, Simon goes over and stands in front of the little boy. Danny begins to grope at Simon's junk.
"Wow, that feels big!"
Billy laughs, two fingers now in Danny's hole. "Well...let's see what you're working with, man. Maybe you can show this boy what else he can do with a dick."