My First IML : Daddy Hank (Part 1) by Tom jockwriter@hotmail.com c. 2002
Stepping out of the shower, I didn't bother with a towel.
I decided I would just walk around my hotel room naked until I was dry. Besides, the room had a wall of mirrors where I could admire all the hard work I've put in at the gym over the years.
It was the first night of my first visit to the International Mr. Leather contest in Chicago. I was alone in my room since my roommate for the weekend, Jeff, had already hooked up with some daddy. I didn't mind - now I could bring back some hot muscle boy to work over without a problem. I was excited because my small hometown in Iowa didn't even have a tight leather muscle boy good enough to be worked over. In Chicago on that weekend, there were thousands looking for a hot man just like me.
As I looked into the mirror, I couldn't help but admire my body. I'm 6'1", 225 pounds, big chest, big legs, big dick. For a man in my upper 30s, I look incredible. I don't have quite the daddy look that I've always wanted: my hair is still dark brown without a trace of gray, I'm naturally hairless on my chest, legs and ass and my young face makes people think I am somewhere in my 20s. I grew a goatee long ago to add a few years to my face. Still, when I put on my leather, I look like one hot top. Yes, I thought, there will be plenty of hot muscle boys after me tonight.
I went over to the bed to assemble my leather gear for the night - leather vest, leather chaps, a leather codpiece I had just purchased at the leather mart that afternoon, a shiny steel cockring and my 18" leather Wescos. I decided not to flag any colors that night. I didn't want to be too selective.
As I put the leather gear on, I began to get hard. The codpiece could barely contain my 8.5" hard-on, and it stood out grossly from my chaps. That only made me harder. I stood admiring myself in the mirror for a while until I convinced myself that there were hot muscle boys out there that needed attention. I buckled an armband on my left arm and headed out the door.
I didn't get far.
Two rooms down the door was wide open. Inside, leaning against some sort of leather bench, was a leather daddy stroking the biggest cock I'd ever seen. He was about 6'2", 200 pounds, probably in his late 40s with salt and pepper hair and a bushy dark goatee and dressed in leather from head to toe, complete with leather boots, pants, shirt, gloves and hat. In between his legs was a hot muscle boy dressed only in a piss-stained jock. He had a high and tight haircut and a sweet angelic face. He couldn't have been over 25. He was eagerly sucking on the big dicked daddy's balls, trying to fit both of them into his mouth.
I intended only to watch them for a moment, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the hot scene. The daddy waived me in for a closer look and I slowly entered the room. As I got closer, I guessed to myself how big that dick was - maybe 11" or 12" and as fat as most guy's wrists. It looked more like one of those huge dildos I'd seen in magazines than a man's cock. Soon, I was standing right over the boy, taking in the whole scene.
The daddy stopped stroking his cock for a moment to open his leather shirt, allowing his big dick to flop on the boy's face. He exposed his hairy chest with a nipple ring on his left nipple and, to my surprise, his six pack abs. Reaching up with one of his gloved hands, he grabbed me behind the neck and tried to pull me down to his chest. I'm not one to give up control so easily, and I resisted his strong hand. But, perhaps intoxicated by the whole scene, I eventually yielded and began sucking on his left nip. I figured I would show him who was in control by really working over his chest. But the more I gave him, the more he seemed to crave.
While I chewed on the daddy's nips, the muscleboy unsnapped my leather codpiece exposing my dick, balls and ass. The boy, obviously used to sucking on that 12 inch dick, took in my 8.5 inches easily and began to give me the best deepthroat blow job I had ever had. With the muscleboy working my cock, I really began to chew on the daddy's nipples. He responded by pressing me even harder into his chest.
The muscleboy ran his tongue from my dick to my balls to my ass, using his tongue to really probe deep into my asshole. Meanwhile, the daddy pushed my head down to his meat. I don't suck dick often but that monster was just too tempting. I opened my mouth for a little taste.
The daddy shoved his big meat deep into my mouth. I tried to back off a bit but his hands held me firmly in place. Using all his weight, he kept shoving more and more of that big cock into my mouth. I was certain my teeth were scraping the shit out of his dick. He didn't seem to mind as he firmly wedged his meat into the back of my throat.
For the first time, I heard the daddy speak. He had a deep rich voice, quiet yet authoritative. "Yeah suck that big daddy dick, boy."
I wanted to correct him, to let him know that a man was sucking his dick. But his cock was firmly lodged in my mouth and I couldn't speak.
From behind me, I thought I heard noises. I tried to look up to see what was going on but the daddy held me firmly in place. I heard the door to the room shut and a couple of voices. Then I felt several hands manhandling my ass as the muscleboy continued to tongue my hole.
Eventually the boy stopped tonguing my ass, and I felt a finger being roughly shoved in my hole. Not being used to having my hole played with, I jumped at the sensation. My reaction caused a round of laughter in the room. I thought I could make out at least 5 different voices.
Meanwhile, the daddy grabbed me around the head and, keeping his dick buried in my throat, backed me up on to the leather bench. The leather felt cool against my bare chest, and there were little leather shelves to support my forearms and knees. There was activity all around me which I was sure was the hot muscleboy. First, I felt him ease off my big Wesco boots and unsnap my chaps. In an instant, the leather was gone. Next I felt him take off my leather vest, and suddenly I was naked except for my armband. Then he went around to each of my arms and legs. I was uncertain of what he was doing until I tried to move one of my arms. He had strapped me firmly to the bench. Lastly, I felt him take off my armband and move it to my right arm.
I tried to protest but I was firmly strapped to the bench and the big dick in my mouth prevented me from making any noise other than a muffled groan. The group of men around me must have known what was going through my head as another round of laughter arose.
"How would you men like to try out my new boy?" the daddy said laughing.
There were 'yeah's,' whoops and whistles from the group around me. The daddy tried to shove in more of his thick dick into my mouth but it was just too big for me; he still had a good three thick inches waiting to be crammed down my throat. Fingers were roughly shoved in and out my ass. My hole started to get sore until I felt the muscleboy put a generous amount of lube deep into me. One man grabbed my balls and pulled down hard. Liking the effect it had on me, he wrapped a leather strap tightly around my balls and hung some sort of weight from them. He kept adding weight until my balls felt like they were stretching all the way to the floor.
Grabbing me by the ear, the daddy whispered to me, "You bite my dick, boy, and I'll make you sorry." An instant later, I felt the sting of a leather flogger hitting my back. I tensed up as I heard the flogger whirl around and then come slamming down on my back for another slap. I gasped for air and opened my mouth wider. As I opened up, the daddy shoved a little more of his big dick down my throat.
The flogger repeatedly slammed down on me, criss-crossing my back and ass. The slaps of the leather on my back were loud, drowning out all other noise in the room. Little pricks of pain let me know that my back and ass were surely bright red. As my body and the bench shook, the weights between my legs swung back and forth pulling harder on my balls. Yet despite the noise and pain, I never let my teeth even graze the big dick in my mouth.
The flogging finally stopped, and several pairs of hands rubbed each spot where the flogger had struck. Soothing rubs, however, soon turned into rough massages, and again, fingers were roughly shoved in and out of my hole.
"Line up men," the daddy commanded. "John, you'd better go first. I think we might have a virgin ass here."
Moments later, I felt the head of a cock being pushed into my ass. I was surprised at how easy it went in and how quickly I felt his hairless thighs rubbing against my asscheeks. He had a smallish cock and was well lubed. He quickly pulled out and slammed back in again. He was cheered on by the group of men around me, encouraging him to pound into me. Each time he pulled out he slapped my ass with his hands. After just a few strokes, he pulled out and, seconds later, shot a thick load on my back.
His small dick was quickly replaced by the head of another cock. I instantly knew the second man was much longer and much thicker than the first. "Yeah. He's gonna feel this one," a voice said behind me. My back arched as he pushed more and more of his meat up my ass. Finally, I felt his balls rub up against my hole, and I knew he was all the way in.
For the first time since I had walked into the room, the daddy began to withdraw his big dick from my throat. My throat muscles relaxed and my lungs appreciated the fresh air. But the daddy quickly pushed back in, trying to push deeper than before. My throat lubed the big dick, and he was able to cram ever more of the monster in my mouth. He started a steady rhythm moving in and out of my throat.
The man behind me very slowly pulled all the way out. After rubbing the head of his cock around the rim of my hole, he again pushed his way slowly back in.
"Hey, the boy's enjoying this too much," a voice to my side said. "He's got a hard-on."
Hearing this, the man behind me grabbed my hard dick and began to slowly stroke me. As his thrusts into my ass picked up speed, his strokes on my cock kept pace. After a few minutes, my ass clamped down on the hard cock inside me, holding him in place, and I shot a huge load of cum onto the floor. After I finished cumming, the man behind me pulled out, and moments later, I felt another load of hot cum spraying all over my back.
There was no break before another man with a short fat dick drilled his way into my hole. To my amazement, I got hard again as he shoved his way in. He pounded his way to an orgasm, shooting his load all over my ass. Another and another followed him. I was grateful that each quickly came, unloading their spunk all over my back and ass.
There was a pause and I thought the onslaught might finally be over. My back and ass were covered with dry cum. My hole was sore from the brutal stretching and banging. My jaw ached from the huge dick still buried in my throat.
The daddy slowly pulled his monster out of my mouth. "Now, the real fun begins, boy."
The muscleboy walked in front of me. He very slowly stripped off his piss- stained jock to reveal a very fat 9" cock. He plunged the big dick down my throat. His cock was a relief to my jaw after sucking on the daddy's huge monster for so long. I got the muscelboy's stick nice and wet and then he slowly took it out.
Picking up his jock, he stroked his cock a couple of times before shooting his load into the jock. He wadded the jock up and stuffed it into my mouth. I could taste the old piss and fresh hot cum soaked into the strap.
"Good, boy," said the daddy behind me. "That should keep him gagged and happy."
The next thing I felt was the daddy trying to push the head of his monster in my hole. Despite the firm grip the daddy had on my hips and the pounding and stretching my hole had just received, he couldn't get the head in my tight ass. Finally, my hole yielded and he slowly pushed the full length of his dick up my ass. The jock in my mouth muffled my groans but the crowd of men heard me and made approving cheers. The daddy's cock seemed to go on and on as he pushed deeper and deeper into my ass. At last, I felt his big balls brush up against mine and his leather pants grind into my asscheeks. The daddy shoved his hips forward to show that I had taken all of his dick.
My ass uncontrollably clamped down on his dick and my dick shot out three or four bursts of cum.
"Look at that," said one of the men beside me. "He's cumming just from the size of that monster. I've never seen a pigboy enjoy getting fucked so much."
"Yeah, that's my boy," the daddy said behind me.
The daddy slowly pulled out, and I felt like he was taking my insides with him. I groaned and thrashed my head about. My dick was still hard and leaking a virtual continuous stream of cum. He pulled all the way out and paused for a moment.
"Ready for me, boy?"
The daddy didn't wait for an answer.
He slammed his dick in in one swift thrust. He immediately pulled out and slammed in again. My dick helplessly flopped around, stringing cum everywhere. The bench lurched forward a couple of inches each time he pounded his way in, and the daddy grabbed me around the hips to prevent me from escaping. His repeated slams were so powerful that the weights tied around my balls were knocked off and my balls snapped back up against my body. I felt like I would swallow the jock as I screamed out and gasped for air. The crowd of men gathered in close around me and I could feel them all busily jerking their cocks to the hot scene. The heat in the room increased as sweat dripped down from the daddy and the crowd of men on to my back and ass and down on to the leather bench. The moans from the men got louder and started to drown out my own muffled screams. Suddenly, shot after shot of cum rained down on my back. Scream followed scream as the men unloaded their spunk. Finally, the daddy jerked his big dick out of my ass and unloaded ropes of cum on to my back.
"You always know how to get the IML weekend started, Hank," someone said as I heard men getting dressed and saying goodbye.
"This one even topped last year," another voice laughed.
"Can't wait to see what you have planned for the rest of the weekend," a third voice said.
Soon all the men were gone. The muscleboy went around and unloosened the straps around my arms and legs, massaging each as he gently helped me up from the bench. Cum dripped from my back and ass down on to the floor. My legs were weak, and I trembled as I stood. I turned to see Daddy Hank smiling. He was neatly dressed back in his leather gear as if nothing had happened over the past two hours.
"You done chewing on that jock, boy?" Daddy Hank chuckled. "I'm sure my other boy would like it back sometime."
I reached up and pulled the jock out of my mouth, having forgot it was there.
"Don't worry. We'll make you your own."
I smiled at the prospect. Daddy Hank came over and rubbed me affectionately on the top of my head. "Now, you boys go get cleaned up. I can't take you out tonight looking like that."