Duke's escort service business gained popularity quite rapidly once the word spread about his talents. With Max's continued Master Training, he became an accomplished Top, providing pleasures beyond imagination to bottom guys that liked to be dominated, treated to a huge dick and liked some good old fashioned rough, kinky, but safe sex. Duke continued working in the leather bar, training with Max to be a Master Top in Max's well-equipped dungeon. This was where his real interests manifested. He liked being around the leather crowd, practicing S&M and dungeon games with Max more than escorting mostly effeminate old leather queens and businessmen that were far to vanilla to suit his taste. With few exceptions, most of his escort business patrons were just plain boring people and even worse at sex. He finally went through the list of regular clients; crossed off all the names of queens he no longer wanted as clientele, handed Max and Kyle the list and told them that he no longer wanted them as customers. He was right up front and said, "These guys are boring old men that even you wouldn't want to fuck, total jerks without an ounce of sex appeal or sexual consciousness. I just can not deal with them any longer guys, no matter how much they are willing to pay for my services. From now on, any new clients have to come here to the bar so I can interview them. No more want-a-be leather jocks and ugly old men! I realize I have crossed out the names of about half my regular customers guys, but that is just the way it is going to have to be from now on!"
Kyle's expression was not initially pleasing, having heard my declaration, until Max smiled and said. "I wondered how long it would take before you got bored with being paraded, wined and dined, sucked off by some of those old queens here on the list. Good for you Duke! I am proud of you son! Kyle, we have here a young man that's looking for more than big dollar signs, expensive gifts, loose asses and sloppy head jobs! Kyle, give Duke more hours behind the bar during the week and since he can live with us rent free, he should be all right for money. Some of these clients still on the list, like Prince Ali and his brothers, are big payers and may bring him more hot tricks and business through their circle of friends. Yea, you will be all right Duke! Not to worry son!" Hell, both Kyle and Max loved me and were not about to loose me or put me out on the street for cutting off some of my clientele. In fact, we three were buddies, had been having three ways now for months on a regular basis. Max was in his early fifties, but was what they refer to as a versatile Master. He liked top as well as bottom. Not only that, three ways with Kyle and Max were always very HOT SEX for me, especially when Max and I both worked over Kyle in the dungeon together! Max was a Master of dominate erotic tension and the few times he let me work him over during training sessions I knew if he and Kyle ever split, I would be all over him. He could not help but know how I felt about him, but I always tried to keep it under wraps around Kyle because he was my best friend in the whole world. Max had a keen sense and knew that I loved him in a different way than I loved Kyle.
As I slowly gained younger, hot, sexy clients that I approved, my income increased again. Eventually I was able to buy a nice Harley-Davidson motorbike and ride with some of the leather guys that frequented the bar, mostly the ones with smooth, shaved bodies and hygienically sanitary. I plugged this group of the leather crowd regularly for free, just because they were so fucking HOT. You know! The clean macho guys with the bare chests were my fuck buddies, but I liked to be around the wild rough top guys covered with hair and smelling like animals too because they were just plain fun to run with. They were a wild bunch and became my drinking buddies. I bonded with these guys quickly and spent many of my days off touring with them, drinking and having loads of grab ass fun. I even let my hair grow, got a few tattoos, the leather garb and spoke their language, scooter trash Ebonics, consisting of every filthy word in the dictionary; in addition, some that just sounded dirty that they had made up. These guys were crazy for picking up real young stuff along their travels, both girls and boys. Was not long and I found I was playing their little games with them too. Some of these youngins were still in their teens, some without a hair on their genitalia yet, runaways mostly! None of us guys considered ourselves pedophiles, as the pick-ups had to be old enough to respond to sexual stimulation, some early teens and up to mid twenties. Well, we taught them to suck cock quickly if they hadn't already learned along their travels. Then when we made camp we got them real stoned and taught them the pleasures of anal penetration, always up the wazoo, the girls as well as the boys so they would not get pregnant. When we got through with them, we always gave them a few dollars to get them by for a week in their pockets. Most clearly indoctrinated by others long before we put our dicks to them. They were little cock sluts already. They had already learned to deep throat, even my big dick. A few, when they saw my big dick, went wild and rode my stick for hours shooting organisms, crying for more, more, more, loving it all! We fed and bedded them sometimes for our entire journey before we discarded them. The young stuff became very addictive to me especially, since I liked the soft, smooth, hairless bodies of these young teenagers.
After a few road trips with these wild, crazy guys, when we got back to the city, I found myself picking up young cute hustlers. I would take them for a ride back to Max's dungeon where he and I would take our pleasures with them. Max liked the young stuff also and always made himself available when I would drag one of these young hustlers home. He and Kyle had an understanding that they both could play around on the side if they wanted as long as they did it safely. We would then give the hustlers a few bucks and send them off after we devoured their soft, hairless bodies. I became addicted to the young stuff - smooth, hairless, soft with especially tight anal cavities.
One day I spotted this beautiful very young teen boy with his long blond hair blowing in the wind in the Mission District that caught my eye as I was riding the Harley. I spun a U-turn right in the middle of the street, pulled up along side him and struck up a conversation. He was cold and obviously a runaway or castaway in nothing more than a tee shirt, tennis shoes, a pair of tight shorts and a torn, light windbreaker jacket. He looked pathetic, shivering in the 53degree weather of San Francisco, but he was absolutely knock dead beautiful with light blue eyes to match the beautiful golden locks. I asked the lad, "Where you going little guy, you look lost, cold and alone in the big city?" He started to whimper, ran to me, wrapped his arms around me as I sat on the bike at the curb. Finally he looked up at me, I wiped his eyes with my shirttail and he said. "Mama drove me here from Fresno in the Central Valley where it was warm this morning, gave me $20 and she told me not to ever come back again if I knew what was good for me. She and her boyfriend had a big fight last night when she got home from work and found him making love to me again in their bed. She blames me for what he has been doing with me for over three years now, just as she did with my older brother Terry before she dumped him out here in San Francisco. She said I was history for trying to ruin her relationship with her boyfriend. I would just have to find someone else to take me in here in this big city like Terry did. I been trying to find Terry, but I have no idea where he even lives now! What can I do? Would you take me home with you mister - I'm cold, hungry and scared?"
"What is your name little guy and how old are you?" He answered immediately, "Timothy Mello and I will be 13 day after tomorrow, July 24th." I said, "Well Timmy, my name is Duke! You jump up here behind me, hold on tight with your arms around my waist. I will take you home, we can talk some more after you take a nice hot shower and I get some food in your empty belly, OK!" He jumped right up behind me and I headed for the flat I shared with Kyle and Max above the bar. When I entered the flat, Kyle and Max were down in the bar, so I led Timmy right to the bathroom, told him to take a hot shower and I would be in the kitchen fixing him something to eat. Ten minutes later Timmy was standing at my side completely clean with the towel over his shoulder. He said, "My clothing is all gone, did you take them?" I smiled and said, "Yes I put them in the washing machine they were so filthy, including your tennis shoes. How about I give you one of my tee shirts to wear until yours' are all clean and dry?" He answered, "OK Duke! What you fixing there that smells so good - I'm sure hungry!" I took the wet towel from his shoulder and led him into my bedroom to get a tee shirt on him, as already his beauty was beginning to make me tent. He was not the least bit uncomfortable being totally nude in my presence. He had just a few blond hairs starting to grow above his little 4inch, uncircumcised pecker. I pulled a small San Francisco 49er's Jersey I had purchased for my mother over his head and let it fall over his body. It fit him well, but only came down not quite covering his cock, leaving everything below that exposed, especially his cute buns in the back. He looked cute as a bugs ear, did not even care that his crotch was exposed. He put his arms around me and gave me a hug. I put my arm around his waist and led him back to the food. I let my hand slip down his back and squeezed his buns before we reached the table. His reaction was to put his hand around my backside and rub it up and down my inner thigh. This little move gave me an instant boner.
After he filled his stomach, I sat him up on my lap and questioned him. "Timmy what kind of things did your mom catch her boyfriend doing with you and your brother before he was dumped three years ago?" He had no difficulty going into detail telling me exactly how the guy trained he and his brother when the old lady was working or away from the house. Seems he had them both sucking his cock, even when Timmy was only 7 years old, but he didn't start screwing him until Terry was gone. Before that, Terry was the one he screwed regularly as little Timmy was taught to suck on his nipples, lick and suck on his asshole. As little Timmy sat on my lap telling me details, it gave me a boner and Timmy began to squirm and get a boner himself. I said, "Do you like the feel of my dick on your bottom Timmy?" He looked up into my eyes and said, "Oh yes! I can feel your' hard on and it feels real nice on my butt." I smiled down at him and said, "Sure little guy, why don't you jump down and get it out of my pants and give it a big sloppy kiss and show me what you like to do, OK." He went right to work removing my shoes and socks, loosening my belt and opened my pants. Then he pulled on my arms until I stood and lowered my pants down to my ankles. I stepped out and sat back down. He stood in amazement and said, "Oh my Duke, you are way big just like Rock's big cock, except his is really black like him. Mama really likes black guys. She says they all have nice bodies and big dicks. She would really like your big dick Duke. I know I do. It is beautiful! Can I suck it?" I took his face in between my hands, looked down into his beautiful eyes, smiled and said, "Sure little guy, if that is what you really want to do!"
Timmy took my dick in both hands, stroked it a few times, put his tongue in the hood, rolled it around, slowly nibbled on the foreskin as he gently worked the skin back and held it down off the head. He sucked the head in, kept rolling his tongue around the glands until he had my toes curling. Down the shaft, slowly sucking in about an inch at a time until it hit the back of his mouth. He made a little groan and down it went without as much as a whimper or gag. The kid was a professional cock slut as he rode me to a raging climax, playing with his little 4inches until it was hard at about 6inches. He looked up into my eyes and said. "Aren't you going to wash my mouth with your piss now Duke? Rock always does, but he doesn't let me cum until he tells me I can or he punishes me! Are you like that too Duke?" I shook my head and said, "Oh sure, sorry little guy, I wasn't thinking I guess!" He took every last drop without spilling any. He leaned over the table, stuck a finger in the butter, lubed up his butt hole. He jumped right up on to my lap facing me and lowered himself over my dick and used my neck to pull himself up and down over my shaft. He took me without a problem, so I knew he had been used a lot with something big for quite awhile. I remembered, He had said Rock had been screwing him for three years since Terry was gone. He whispered, "Oh Duke you are even bigger than Rock and much bigger around too. You feel so good in me! Can I cum with you this first time? I love to cum when you shoot inside me." I answered, "OK Timmy, but you will have to clean up the mess with your tongue!" He said, "Oh yes, I know that - Rock always made me clean up my messes that way." The little guy started to make little squealing noises, his eyes closed and his head bobbed from side to side as he sniffed my chest hair and licked my nipples.
I stood, lifting him with me as he wrapped his legs around my waist, took him to the nearest wall, pounded the little guy's ass full of salami and made him really moan and scream with delight. He loved what I was doing with him! He had a big smile on his face as I pounded him against the wall with each plunge. He suddenly screamed, "Oh fuck yes," and shot his little juicer all over my stomach, causing his muscles to go crazy, bringing me to a massive climax right up his tight little shit chute. He put his lips to mine and kissed me, his tongue darting into my mouth playing tag with mine, then whispered, "Thank you Duke - I love you!" I let him slip down on to his feet and looked at his skeet down my stomach. It was nothing but a clear watery substance that had run down into my pubes and saturated the hair covering my long danglers. I smiled at him and said, "Well Timmy you have some cleaning up to do now little guy!" He dropped to his knees and went right to work licking and sucking all the black pubic hair around my cock, then sucked on each ball sack like it was dessert mixed with my sweat and male scent. He looked up into my eyes, smiled and said, "Your balls are even bigger than I thought Duke - they are really sexy, smell and taste so good. He didn't stop with the danglers. He turned and scooted up under me and continued licking up my Perineum spreading my ass cheeks all the way to my hairy pucker. I accommodated him by leaning over and spreading my buns open with my hands. He licked, chewed and sucked, darting his tongue into my ass. His low moans indicated he was really enjoying this part of my body. This Rock guy had certainly trained little Timmy well to take care of all the erogenous zones of a man. Timmy had me hard and dripping again.
I picked him up in my arms, carried him to my bed and made love to him again and we fell to sleep together for a couple of hours. The little guy was a professional love machine. He was soft, beautiful and still smelled like a little boy. He loved my scent and taste and when I awoke, he was licking and sucking the salty sweat off my torso as he fondled my salami and danglers. I wanted him and wondered in the back of my mind if Max and Kyle would be open to the idea of me keeping him and raising him as my own son. After all, his mother didn't want him and the poor kid would end up in some damn orphanage, a ward of the state if I called Child Family Services and they picked him up. My mind was running away with itself as I kept thinking about how to deal with this precious little doll. I finally settled on discussing it with Max and Kyle before I became too carried away with my new little friend and let myself fall in love with him.
When I heard Max and Kyle come upstairs from the bar office, I marched Timmy into the main room and their eyes opened wide at first sight of the little man. He was still dressed in the short SF 49er Jersey and still sporting a semi. Kyle spoke first; "Well who is this beautiful young man Duke?" Max followed with, "What a beauty, come over here son and let me get a good look at you!" I said, "Timmy, say hello to Kyle, my best friend and his Master Max, the good looking one!" Kyle stuck his tongue out at me and put his arms out for Timmy to embrace. I gave Timmy a little nudge and he ran up and wrapped his arms around Kyle and said, "Hello Kyle," then he turned and did the same to Max and said, "Hello Max!" He put his nose to Max's bare hairy chest and leather vest and said, "You sure do smell great Max, just like Daddy Duke does." He put his tongue on Max's hairy chest and gave him a quick taste and added, "Oh you taste nice and salty too - Mmmm!" Max dropped down on one knee, rubbed his trimmed beard on Timmy's cheek, gave him a little kiss, ran his fingers through his long blond hair, held him at arm's length looking into his beautiful blue eyes and said. "Timmy, you are one beautiful young man, you make my dick hard just looking at you son."
I spoke up, "Timmy your cloths and shoes should be dry in the dryer now. Take them out and put your tennis shoes in and turn it back on so they will dry, then take your clothing to the bathroom, take another shower and dress. Stay in my bedroom until I call you to come out. You can watch the TV in there while Kyle, Max and I have a little talk. He came back to me and whispered in my ear, "Don't let them send me away please Duke!" He knew what we would be discussing and left the room slowly! Max, Kyle and I sat and I told them where I picked him up, what he had told me, and all the details of how he had performed in my arms earlier. Both Kyle and Max immediately said the kid could stay with us, at least until we confirmed that everything he had told us was true or located his older brother and talked to him. Kyle guessed his age at between 12 to 13 right away, said he would be in junior high at his age. He said we would have to get him registered, possibly using my last name, indicating he was my son. They asked me questions I had not thought to ask Timmy yet which needed answers.
I brought Timmy to the table and told him that we had some important questions that he needed to tell us. Kyle started by asking him if he had any addresses for his brother Terry, which he did not. He asked him if he had any other brothers or sisters. He said he had a younger half sister Martha of 8 by another black guy name Dan, two half brothers Jake and Robert of 4 and 3 by Rock, and his mother was pregnant now with another child with Rock. He asked what grade of school he was in and he said he was in the ninth in junior high. Max asked him for his mother's telephone number and address. He answered, volunteering all the information, then looked at Max and asked, "Max, can Duke be my dad and you and Kyle be my grandpa and Uncle Kyle?" Max took his hand, held it between his two and said. "I think that would be just fine with us all Timmy; however, we do have some checking to do before we can know for sure that your not wanted by your mother or real father. Timmy spoke right up and said, "My mom doesn't want Terry or me and my father is dead, killed long time ago in Boston working as a dock worker."
Max made the call to Timmy's old home in Fresno and put it on the speakerphone, so we could all hear the two-way conversation about 6:00pm that evening. His mother Irene Mello answered, and when Max asked her about Terry and Timmy, her voice turned hostile. She told Max she never wanted to see either one of them again, and if he had either one of them he just better keep them the fuck away. That verified her interest in the two boys' welfare. After Max hung up the telephone in disgust, Timmy was crying again when Max said. "Well Timmy Mello, your name from now on will be Timmy Miladnovich, son of Duke Miladnovich and I will be your Grandpa Max Pettit, your mother's father. Kyle will be your Uncle Kyle Short, your dad's bother-in-law, his sisters ex-husband before I stole him from her." We all burst out laughing, except Timmy! "Timmy, yes you can stay, and all three of us will be your new papas, but for the records you will have to lie and learn just who is who, just like I said it first OK!"
Max looked over at me and asked, "Hey Duke, son in law, how about we make it a house rule that my grandson here always stays nude when he is in the house? Grandpa Max liked him better that way because he is such a sexy little devil and I like to feast my eyes on him, maybe even make love to him too if daddy says it is all right. How about it guys, what say we get these cloths off our little prize and let him make the rounds showing us all the stuff his daddy Duke says he does so well?" Kyle said, "I'm for that and I just shook my head at him and said, "Why not dad!" We three burst out laughing again, only Timmy understood this time and said, "Oh I get it now, Dad, Grandpa and Uncle - sure all my new relatives!" He too started laughing with us as he stripped all his old clothing off and hopped up into Max's lap, gave him a hug, a kiss, a sniff and started nibbling on his nipples. Max said, "Oh Timmy boy take it slow boy, don't want to give old grandpa a big boner until after dinner. I'm starved, what say we order a big pizza and chow down and celebrate the new addition to our family." After dinner, Kyle had to tend the bar for an hour while the bartender took his break. The place got busy and Kyle called up for Max to come down; leaving Timmy and me curled up together watching TV for awhile. He was so warm and cuddly curled up next to me sound asleep, I carted him off to bed, undressed, crawled in next to him and sniffed his back as I held him to me. I whispered quietly, "Good night my love," closed my eyes and dropped off to sleep with my flaccid cock wedged up against his soft buns. When Max and Kyle came up from the bar at 2:00am, Max shook me gently and asked if he could put Timmy in bed with them for the night. I said, "OK, but if you wake him up he will probably keep you awake all night as he has been sleeping for five hours." Kyle was looking over Max's shoulder and said, "Oh good, we can suckle the little guy awake and make love to him too for awhile then. Max has been talking about him all night down in the bar like a doting new grandfather. Don't think he isn't going to get spoiled do you Duke?" He giggled as Max lifted him into his arms and off they went with our new baby boy.
The next morning, I peeked in on them and they had Timmy between them, all three sound asleep 'Three bugs in a rug' came to my mind, as I nudged Max awake so as not to disturb the other two. I asked, "Hey Max, how did it go grandpa?" He smiled up to me and whispered, "Fantastic, absolutely fantastic, put a whole new meaning to Kyle and my relationship together," and went right back to sleep. I made as much noise in the kitchen as I could two hours later and still there was no signs of life coming from their bedroom or bathroom. Daddy Duke was getting impatient awaiting his little tike, already missing his radiant beauty, smell of sweet youth and long golden mane. "Damn," came from my lips as I marched into their bedroom, shook them all awake and said. "You guys going to sleep all day in here? I have been waiting breakfast for three hours. I hoped you guys would realize we have to get Timmy clothing and all kinds of good stuff today. Two days from now is his birthday too. Now get your asses up and Adam. It is already going on to 10:30am. Brunch in 30 minutes, 11:00am sharp." Max opened one eye at me and said, "The doting father, just listen to him giving the orders to us already." Kyle added, "Just go away, we are taking good care of your son daddy bear!" Timmy rolled over on his back, sat up between them, smiled and said, "Good Morning Daddy Duke. Max and Kyle let me share in their love. I love them both so much now too daddy. Kyle is the best kisser in the whole world!"
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