Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2003 19:05:34 -0700
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Stud Duke - Chapter 2

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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