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DADDY'S PIMP
by Macout Mann
VIII
Kyle picked up Dwight at the time agreed upon and using a circuitous route, drove him home. Dwight again was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and denim shorts that hid nothing. And he spent the whole trip fingering Kyle's jewels. "I can't wait to taste you again," he said more than once.
When they arrived behind the house and Kyle led Dwight into the den, the boy was overwhelmed. "What the fuck is all this?" he exclaimed.
"Something my dad thought up," Kyle laughingly replied.
"Your old man mess around?" Dwight asked.
"Sure does."
"I aint got no father," Dwight responded. "I don't even remember what he looked like.
"My mom aint never been without some fucker to sleep with, though. And a lot of `em liked young boys too. Not that I gave a shit. Sex is always great."
And with that, Dwight again reached for Kyle's crotch and this time went on to undo his belt and unzip his fly. Shortly they were both naked and Dwight was on his knees tasting Kyle's manhood.
When Roger appeared, Dwight continued sucking, caring not that he was being observed. He looked up only after swallowing Kyle's load.
"Dwight, this is my dad," Kyle said.
"I figured," Dwight answered. "You wanna get sucked too, mister? Jimmy said you liked to mess around."
"Yes, son, suck me off and then get ready to be fucked."
"I'd like that. You got a nice dick. I like `em fat."
They had quite a session. Dwight was totally without inhibition. He took cum from both father and son and gave as good as he got. There was no doubt that there would be future meetings.
Roger did like variety, however. He insisted on keeping at least three young men on his string, occasionally using more than one in the same session, since—although Kyle couldn't understand why—he still wouldn't let Kyle's have sex with him. So Kyle went about the task of finding another willing boy toy.
Funny how things happen sometimes. Kyle went for his annual physical the following week. The family internist practiced in a large group, what really might be called a medical supermarket, and Kyle was shuffled from one tech to the next for chest x-ray, electrocardiogram, piss test, and the like. The lab tech that did his blood work couldn't have been more than a couple of years older than Kyle and was drop-dead handsome. His body looked great even in scrubs. And he was amazing. Kyle didn't even feel a prick when the needle pierced his vein.
"Man!" Kyle exclaimed. "You're a super vampire. I didn't feel a thing."
"You got good veins," the tech replied, "But I can usually suck the blood without causing pain. Only amateur vampires hurt their victims.
"Actually, I got started as a courier at Baptist Hospital one summer when I was in high school. A couple of weeks later a slot opened up for a phlebotomist. And I decided that sucking blood with a syringe was my thing."
"Well I'm not into sucking blood, but I do like to suck on a lollypop sometimes," Kyle giggled, testing the waters.
The good looking tech didn't respond, and Kyle went his way. So he was very surprised a couple of days later to get a phone call. "Hi, this is Sean, the guy that you called `a vampire' when I took your blood the other day," the voice said. "You'll get an official note from the office, but I wanted to let you know in advance that all your tests were normal."
"Thanks, dude. That's good to hear."
"I also figured we might get together to sample some lollypops."
"Now that sounds even better."
They met that evening at Sean's place, a one-bedroom apartment in a rundown section of town. It was clean and well kept, though, and Sean opened the door dressed only in scrub bottoms. "Welcome to Transylvania, Kyle" he laughed.
"Please call me `Jimmy,'" Kyle said right away. "I know it sounds weird, but my name's James Kyle; and my folks never could agree on what I should be called. Mom liked Kyle and my medical and school records, even my social lists me as Kyle, but I go by Jimmy to my friends and to my dad."
"No problem," Sean said. "Seems more fucked up than weird though. How do you keep track of who you are?"
"Pretty tough, sometimes."
Sean led the way into the apartment. He had longish auburn hair and blue eyes, a long thin face that easily broke into a captivating smile which revealed perfect teeth. "I get shirtless the minute I get home," he said. "Feel free to get comfy yourself. I got beer or bourbon."
"Whatever you're having," Kyle responded, as he removed the knit shirt he was wearing. "And I'm with you. The less clothes the better."
Sean brought two long necks and they sat on the apartment's sofa and started to get to know each other better. Kyle repeated the "facts" of Jimmy's upbringing that he and Roger had worked out, describing an upper-class lifestyle with as few particulars as possible, but emphasizing a close relationship between father and son.
Sean described a typical working-class background. He had two sisters, an older one who was married to her high school sweetheart, a younger one still in school. His mom was a practical nurse, who worked only occasionally. His dad was a master electrician, employed by a large contractor. He mostly did wiring for big construction projects.
Sean wasn't unhappy living at home, but he found five people in a two bedroom apartment stifling, especially when he'd realized he was gay. He'd found summer work as soon as he was old enough, fell into the opportunity to become a phlebotomist, continued to work at the hospital after school, got his own place as soon as he graduated, and was hired by the internal medicine group he now worked for.
"I never tried to hook up with a patient until you came along," he said. "Then you started talking about lollypops. That turned me on big time, dude."
"Well you didn't react, so I figured you weren't into candy," Kyle laughed. "You out to your family?"
"Fuck no! My old man would have a heart attack, if he knew. You?"
"Oh, yeah. My dad likes guys too. He's been with some of my friends. He's still hot and likes younger guys."
"Yuck!" Sean responded. "Not me. I like 'em my own age."
"Too bad," thought Kyle, "I guess I won't be introducing you to Dad." Then aloud he giggled, "Like me maybe?" He reached over and cupped Sean's pec, giving his nipple a friendly squeeze.
"Yeah, like you," Sean answered. He pulled Kyle to him and both were overcome with passion.
Kyle's hands explored every inch of Sean's torso and found its way into his flimsy scrubs. His dick was all Kyle had hoped it would be. He played with it until its knob was coated with pre-cum. Then he tasted its savory length, burying his nose in Sean's nicely trimmed pubes.
"Shit, man," Sean whimpered, "you're something else. Let me taste you."
He opened Kyle's jeans and began to feast on Kyle's sausage, but Kyle interrupted him. "Together," he commanded.
Both naked they lay on the floor in a lusty sixty-nine, matching the movements of each other's heads and tongues, until finally they simultaneously exploded into the other's willing throat.
"That was great!" they both cried, almost in unison.
Sean replenished their beers and they just sat and sipped for a while, admiring each other's bodies.
Sean broke the silence. "Want me to make some grub? Then you can spend the night if you wanna."
"Sounds good."
Kyle followed Sean into the kitchen, where he quickly boiled up spaghetti and whipped up Romana Sauce, a topping of melted butter, crushed garlic, minced basil, cracked pepper, and grated Romano Cheese. "Easiest thing in the world to make and goes great with beer," Sean boasted.
"Damn, this is good," said Kyle. "You cook all the time?"
"Most of the time. Can't afford to eat out. And when I was a kid, I used to help out in the kitchen. Easier than having to wash dishes."
"I'll treat next time, but we'll have to find a bistro. I know a couple of good ones."
"So you live with your folks?"
"Yeah, but it's just the three of us, and I spend most of the time at school. And the folks don't care if I bring somebody home to play around with, if that's what you're getting at."
"Fuck!" Sean exclaimed, "You gotta be shittin' me."
"Nah, man, I'm on the level. They're cool with anything that goes on. It's great to be able to be open."
"You ever been in a relationship?"
"Have a steady boyfriend, you mean? Nah. I don't think I could ever find one dude that could keep me satisfied. Too much like my dad, I guess. I just love sex. I love the different experiences that different guys give. I don't know why anybody wouldn't go for variety.
"Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not just for one-night-stands. But being with one person, then another, then coming back to enjoy number one again, that's what I'm into. And I want every one of my partners to have as much fun as I'm having."
"Yeah, me too," Sean responded. "Like we did before. And now."
He put the plates away and led Kyle to his bedroom.
The feelings that Kyle experienced when Sean penetrated him were like nothing he had ever felt before. After all, he had always been the seducer, the top, the pimp. When he let a dude fuck him it was like payback time or lead-him-on time. But goddam! Sean was the tenderest but at the same time the most vigorous fucker he had ever encountered. He pounded Kyle powerfully but at the same time made him feel that each stroke was aimed at making him the most appreciated person in the world. Kyle would let himself be used like that every hour on the hour.
It felt like Sean deposited a pint of juice in his colon, and collapsed on top of him, while his dick softened in his ass. "I hope you liked that," Sean panted finally.
"Oh fuck yes," Kyle answered.
They drifted into a sleep locked in a passionate embrace. Kyle was awakened three hours later by Sean whispering in his ear, "Jimmy, I want your dick up my ass." His voice was accompanied by an urgent cupping of Kyle's jewels, which immediately aroused him in more ways than one.
Their foreplay was unhurried, and when Kyle's tube was inserted into Sean, Kyle remembered all too well the ecstasy that he had experienced only a few hours earlier. He tried to fuck as passionately as he had been screwed. Sean's moaning told him he was succeeding. As for him, he loved the abandon of Dwight, the rawness of Conner, the thrill of his mile-high encounter, the military bravado of Curtis, but Sean was something else.
The rare time that he took Sean home, they entered in the usual way, but he had told Roger that Sean was not into older guys and was off limits. So they played not in the den but in Kyle's room.
But Kyle still continued to search for a new playmate for his father.