"Boy," I yelled as I walked in the front door and set down my bag of groceries. It had been a long Friday, and I had promised the boys I'd host the monthly poker game. Damn, I had a lot to do.
"Kitchen counter," I said as I kicked off my boots and headed for the shower, peeling my clothes off and dropping them as I went. That's one of the drawbacks of driving a back hoe on a road construction sight. Everything gets covered with dust, from your head to your boots. I moaned against the hot water as it coursed down my back, running through the list of items I had bought to make sure I didn't miss anything. Snacks, drinks, beer; gotta put up the table and get the ashtrays out. And light some candles for the smoke. Shutting off the water, I opened the shower door and stood there to drip dry a little until my boy came, then stepped out onto the towel. With my feet dry, I stepped forward and let the towel run over my body, raising my arms to stretch and give my pits access. Damn, it felt good to be clean. A little deodorant and a quick comb through my hair, and I went to pull on some sweat pants and a T-shirt, noting indifferently that all my dirty clothes had been picked up as I made my way to the bedroom.
Thank god for weekends. At last I could relax and have a little fun. I heard the chimes from the living room clock and knew that my supper would be ready. There was some fat and gristle on the steak, which I cut off and threw onto the floor, but it was hot, juicy, and perfectly cooked. Cutting up the baked potato so I could slobber it with butter, I felt my bare feet being kissed and my toes being suckled. The vegetables were steamed tender as well, will just a small amount of Asiago cheese sprinkled on them. Damn vegetable mixes always had broccoli and cauliflower in them. I pushed those to the side and ate the rest. I left some of the potato inside the skin as well. That steak had been bigger than I thought when I bought it. I leaned back in my chair a moment, then set the plate on the floor to be cleaned while I unloaded the grocery bags, laying all of the items on the counter and tucking the beer into the refrigerator.
"Get those ready," I told my boy as I passed him.
"Yes Daddy."
Clearing the table under the window, I pulled it out into the middle of the room, then dug in the front closet, flipping open the poker table on top of it. I could hear the crinkle of bags being opened and chips being poured into bowls. Yup, the TV trays. Have to have someplace to put the snacks. And four chairs. I glanced up at the clock. About twenty minutes yet.
Chairs situated, I went to get the TV trays out of the kitchen pantry, pausing to run a finger up the crack of my boy's bare ass as he washed my dishes. Hmm. Better check that. Spreading the hole open, I slid a finger inside to feel around. Clean enough, but not quite to my liking.
"Flush that," I said, pulling out my finger and sticking it into the boy's mouth to have it sucked clean, "and don't forget my boots."
"Yes Daddy," he bowed his head as I opened the pantry door.
I set up the trays and stood back to examine the space. Yeah, that would do.
"Boy!"
He came prancing from the bathroom, water still dripping down his legs.
"Put out the snacks."
Ten more minutes, just enough time to catch the end of the news.
"Hey man," Chip called out as he strolled through the front door. "We all ready?" He stomped his feet and stepped in, holding out a six pack for the boy to take.
"Chuck and Dan aren't here yet."
"Bring me one of those," Chip called over the back of the couch as he sat. The boy appeared a moment later with a beer and held it out to him. Snapping my fingers twice, I motioned my boy over to me, though my attention was fixed on the weather report.
"Oh, great, rain all weekend," I said as I squeezed the boy's hairless nut sack, then rubbed his cock back and forth as I felt his crotch and abdomen for stubble. It was baby smooth and slightly slick with baby oil. He had done as he was told.
"Get me a Blue Moon."
"Are you watching the game tomorrow?" Chip asked, wiping beer from his lower lip.
I was just about to answer when Dan and Chuck burst through the door.
"Woohoo, let the games begin!"
In less than three minutes we were settled into place and the cards were being shuffled.
"Five card Jacks or Better."
Cigarette dangling from his mouth, Dan flipped the cards one at a time into his hand as the boy strolled up with his beer. Moaning with disgust as he examined his cards, he reached to the side for his beer, but grabbed the boy's nuts instead.
"Not here," he threw his cards onto the tab, glancing aside to find his beer.
"Here either,"
"Nor here."
The cards were all thrown in and reshuffled.
By the end of the first hour I was up a little, with Chip and Dan holding about even and Chuck on the downside.
"You keep giving me your money, and I'll be able to buy that Porsche pretty soon," I jibed him.
"Yeah, yeah. You're going to end up paying for my condo before the night is over," he quipped as he leaned back in his chair, stretching out his arm to fondle the boy's ass crack as he stood there silently and patiently, waiting to obey. He was being a good boy.
"Come here," I called him over. I hooked my finger into the loop of his collar and pulled him down to kiss me.
"You're being a good boy," I said as I reached between his legs to check his hole.
"Thank you Daddy."
"Is that all clean and empty now?" I slid my finger in and out a few times.
"Yes Daddy."
My finger came out slick with lube, so I had it sucked clean.
"You love your Daddy, don't you boy?"
"Yes Daddy," the boy mumbled around my finger.
"So, you playing or passing?"
"Playing," I said, returning my attention back to the game as a hot tongue was pressed against my bare feet. Dan's attention was split between his hand and the moist little puckered hole that suddenly presented itself.
"Uh, quarter," he tossed a chip in, then bent to the side to spread the hole open and examine it.
"You should stretch this out a little bit."
"Oh, we'll stretch it out tonight." Chuckles erupted around the table.
"Well, this should help," Dan replied, taking a long draw off is freshly opened beer, then working the neck of the bottle up deep inside the boy's ass. He tipped it up, watching the beer fizz as the bottle drained.
"Shouldn't you thank him for that?"
The boy quickly went to kiss Dan's feet, and I went back to the game. I was starting to lose more than I cared to, and had to pay closer attention. Chuck was down further than me, however, with Chip seeming to be the furthest ahead. After a few intense hands, I started building my pot again.
"Deal me out a bit," I said, rising and stretching. My legs were getting cramped and I had to pee. Opening my fly, I flipped my out my cock and relaxed the muscles that held it back, groaning as my piss burst between the warm lips that quickly wrapped themselves around the tip of my prick. Man, that was a relief.
"Oh, thank you Daddy," the boy moaned as he licked my cock to thank it for using him as a urinal.
"I'm next," Chuck pushed himself back from the table, unzipping his pants to haul out his enormous dick. The boy crawled hurriedly over to him, laying his head on Chucks lap as he stuck out his tongue and waited, eager to wrap his lips around the cocks head as it started to spray. It was eight thirty, and time for a break in the action anyhow.
"When you're done sucking his piss, clean this all up and refill the snacks. Empty my hole, too."
With the effect of the alcohol, the candles, and all the bodies, the room was getting warm, so I pulled off my shirt and hung it on the back of my chair. The others rose and stretched, and we wandered around the living room, able to have more in depth conversations now that we weren't so intent on the game.
Chuck was telling me about his washing machine when I felt my boy press his naked body against my side, careful not to distract me or interfere with my movements. Distractedly, I grabbed his cock and pulled him tight against me, allowing him to caress my bare back and chest as he suckled on one of my nipples.
"So I said to the guy, `So what if it's seventeen years old? I'll run it another seventeen years if it doesn't rust out on me.'"
I chuckled and threw back another drink of my beer, raising my left arm as my boy's tongue trailed up to worship my armpit, his little boy cock hard and sticking straight up.
"Daddy's little whore," I said.
He moaned and squirmed against me, but it was time to get back to the game. As I walked back I stepped on a potato chip, raising my foot to look at it, then wiped the crumbs onto the carpet. "Lick this mess up," I growled, disappointed. "Didn't I tell you to clean?"
"Yes Daddy," the boy whimpered, falling quickly to his hands and knees to correct his mistake, lavishing his attention on my feet and begging for my forgiveness when he was finished.
"Well, that cleans me out," Chuck tossed in his cards after several hands.
"Thank you," I said, scraping the pile towards me.
"Christ, it's only ten after nine," Dan derided him.
"That's alright. You guys keep playing." Rising, he pulled off his shirt and his pants, tossing them on his vacated chair before strolling to the couch. Hooking the ring of my boy's collar, I pulled him out from under the table where he'd been kissing Chips feet.
"Chuck wants to use Daddy's whore."
"Yes Daddy," the boy murmured, licking my leg in gratitude.
"Now, you worship him like you worship Daddy, understand?"
"Oh, Yes Daddy," he replied, promising to obey with the tone of his voice.
"It's your deal."
I shuffled the cards, glancing over to see Chuck lying back on the couch with his arms crossed behind his head, enjoying having his crotch licked.
"Seven card stud," I said as I began to deal the next hand. The money passed back and forth across the table, all three of us holding our own for a while. I could hear the slurping sounds of my boy sucking on Chuck's huge cock, but was intent on paying attention to the hands.
"Come up here and ride that shaft now."
I had a lousy four and a six, with a ten up. "Call."
"Yeah, bitch."
I glanced over to see Chuck with his cock buried deep in the boys ass as the boy bounced up and down in his lap. Digging his fingers hard into the boy's sides, he pushed the boy down onto him as he thrust his cock as deep as it could go, practically throwing the boy off to his push head down onto his cock as he shot his load with a mighty groan.
That's one thing I have to say about my friends. They don't leave my fuck hole messy with their cum. Glancing to my side, I happened to notice my boots still lay haphazardly on the floor, and hadn't been cleaned. Shaking my head, I picked up my hand, giving my boy time to thank Chuck properly and lick his dick clean. It was two hands later when I felt lips kissing my feet. I snapped my fingers and pointed at the boots, then called Chip for a quarter. A pair of aces with a king in the kitchen.
"Hold up a moment," Chip rose, unzipping his pants as he stepped forward. I decided to just keep shuffling the cards until as he emptied his bladder into the boy's mouth.
"Jacks or better," I said again. The game had pretty much progressed to this, because the pots tended to get larger. Five rounds and six antes, and no one could open. Finally Chip blew the bank and put it all in, with Dan and I both calling his bluff.
"Three of a kind," Chip laid out three fours with a smile on his face.
Damn, I tossed my cards in.
"Sorry, full house. Tens and twos," Dan grinned from ear to ear.
"Man," Chips last two cards went flying. A quarter after ten and the game was brought to a close.
I flipped on the television as we all sprawled onto the couch or in chairs, surfing the channels until I found a decent action flick. It was early yet, and there was still plenty of beer to drink. We sat and talked while my boy served us, cleaning up and putting everything away when he wasn't fetching snacks and drinks. At one point, Chip hooked him by the collar and pulled him down into his crotch. It felt good to be a providing host for my friends. Chuck hadn't dressed yet and was idly stroking his flaccid cock, and I was wondering if he might be contemplating a second round when Dan slid off his chair and situated himself behind the boy. His cock was already hard when he pulled it from his pants, and he aimed it with great care at the boys upturned hole before sliding it in with one smooth motion.
"So, the lake next weekend?" I asked Chuck.
"Yeah," Dan answered from off to my side. "I want to try that new Rapalla."
Chuck stopped fondling himself and became engrossed in the movie while Chip and Dan ground themselves to a finish in either of my boy's holes, Dan spraying his load all over the boy's back.
"Now get us each a beer," I barked at him, watching him as he scurried quickly to the kitchen. Serving us, he picked up the empties and disappeared. Chuck and I had to catch the others up on what was happening in the movie, which ran until midnight. As the others were getting ready to leave, I noticed that all four pair of boots and shoes had been licked clean and were lined up neatly by the door. Waving goodbye as I closed the door, I scanned the room to make sure it had been properly cleaned, then yawned and started toward my bed, my boy uncurling himself from beside the couch where he had been for nearly the last hour, rising from his hands and knees to follow me diligently. Undressing me, he lay on the floor at the foot of my bed while I went to brush my teeth. As I was pulling back my bedcovers to get in, he crawled meekly over to me to kiss my feet.
"Do you want something, boy?"
He squirmed, speaking into the floor as he licked. "Yes Daddy."
"Do you want to worship my crotch for a while?"
"Oh, please Daddy."
I sprawled onto the bed and picked up my book. "Just don't disturb my reading."
"Yes Daddy." He climbed eagerly but carefully between my legs as I opened to my spot and found the last paragraph I had read. I finished almost twenty pages before I felt his tongue straining to lick my asshole. Deciding to oblige, I raised my knees and spread my legs, losing all train of thought as my cock started to swell.
"Well, bitch, now I'm hard, so you might as well fuck yourself on my cock."
Straddling my hips, he pulled up his ball sac with one hand and spread his hole open with the other to slide it around my cock. I just lay there as he rose slowly up and down on it, his eyes closed and his tongue roaming over his lips, acting like a little slut. Well, that's what he was. A slut and a whore. A little fuckhole cunt and a slave. My slave. My cunt. My whore. Grabbing his hair I pulled him down and buried his face into the comforter, rolling up behind him to ram my cock hard into my fuckhole. It was a hot piece of meat, and it felt good on my cock as I rode the hole hard, my balls slapping back and forth between my legs. A man needed a good fuck every once in a while. I ground myself in as deep as I could as I blew my load, letting my cock throb inside until it grew soft and my breathing quieted. Returning to my book, my boy returned to my cock, thanking it and cleaning it gently until I turned out the light, falling asleep as I made my plans for tomorrow.