Date: Mon, 27 May 2013 15:47:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com> Subject: DADDY'S PIMP 3 This is a fictional story that involves overt sexual activity betweenmales. If you find such offensive or if you are below the age that where you live the reading of such material is illegal, please read no further. Please let me know what you think of the story. Your reaction means a lot, whether positive or negative. I will respond to each email. Reach me at macoutmann@yahoo.com. Your donations are what keep nifty.org available and free. As Amos Winters, the famous televangelist in the story might have said, "Folks, if you want this good work to continue, we've got to hear from you." Copyright 2013 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved. DADDY'S PIMP by Macout Mann III During the summer before Kyle entered college Mr. Beane retired. The foundation board immediately elected Beane's forty year old, hand-picked heir, Roger Winters, to succeed as president. Roger's faithful assistant, Ben Wainwright, was chosen to succeed Winters as vice-president. At thirty-six, Ben was already a bit old to easily entice suitable young men for Roger, and he could hardly serve as vice president of the foundation and procurer as well. So the latter task fell to Roger's handsome, athletic, college freshman son. And Kyle relished the opportunity. Roger was not the sort who used a young man once and then abandoned him, but "the new" wore off pretty quickly. He required a continuing supply. But Kyle's first task was to meet his father's current playthings. There was Wilbur, a lifeguard at one of the city's country clubs, certainly not the one the Winters belonged to. He was a long-haired golden blond, absolutely stunning, but the only brain he had was between his legs. Clark was a sophomore at Roger's alma mater. He was a second string quarterback on the football team. Roger just loved to help good religious boys to sin. And there was Guido. He was a Hispanic twenty-year-old. Roger never shunned guys of other ethnicities. He thought he needed variety. And Guido was full of Latin passion, dark and lusty. He was an auto mechanic by day. He had been discovered scratching his crotch while Ben was having his car serviced. These "boys" were told that Kyle, who was now to be called "Jimmy," would be contacting them in the future, because Ben was moving away. All three playthings found Jimmy very appealing and they relished messing around with him as well as Roger, who of course also used an assumed name. Kyle continued to get with them even after Roger had moved on to other toys. This was supposed to be the routine: Kyle would pick up one of the three boys and use a circuitous route to arrive in the alley behind the Winters house. They would enter a door which led directly to the basement den, where Roger would be waiting. Kyle would sit in a corner while his father and the boy played, and when they were finished, Kyle would take the plaything home. Or at least that was the way it was intended to work. Wilber, who was first, didn't want to do it that way. And neither did Kyle. It was very painful for him to have to watch what was going on, while his dick also ached for some action. "Hey, Jimmy," Wilbur called, "come on over and join the fun." "Some other time, maybe," Kyle responded. "No," Roger underscored, "you're all mine!" "Hell, Mr. Brown, that aint fair. You know damned well he's over there about to bust a nut." Roger had hardly ever seen Kyle naked, much less involved in sex. The idea of watching his son with the gorgeous lifeguard was very appealing. "Well, after we're through, you and he can get together, if he wants to." Watching Wilbur's eight-an-a-half inches penetrate his father, watching the wonderfully toned athlete eat his father's meat, it was too much for Kyle. He had long since stripped when the two other men finished their session, lying together in a close embrace. "Well, uh...Jimmy, I guess you do want to get together with Wilber," Roger chuckled, as he surveyed his naked son. "Come on over." Roger slid over to a corner of the mattress, while Kyle, his dick oozing precum, climbed into the Wilbur's waiting arms. He ran his fingers through the long strands of golden hair and tongued the lifeguard's right ear. And he quickly brought Wilbur's dick back to attention. But Wilbur soon responded by saying, "Shit, man, you need to nut." And quickly he went down on Kyle just seconds before Kyle exploded. "Oh, god!" Kyle cried. Then, "Sorry. I couldn't hold back." "Don't fret," Wilbur replied. "There's more where that came from." He fell back on the mattress and Kyle immediately got on top, starting to nibble his pecs, and kissing his way down his golden treasure trail before taking his massive tool into his hungry mouth. Roger, watching the scene from three feet away, again became aroused despite having cum twice in the previous hour. As his son's head bobbed up and down on Wilbur, Roger couldn't help but massage his own hard dick. He was so overcome with passion that when Kyle took Wilbur's load, Roger cried out that he had to cum again. "You want him, Jimmy?" Wilbur asked. "Don't mind if I do," Kyle panted. "No!" Roger screamed. "You eat me, Wilbur!" And once Wilbur gobbled down Roger's dick, he massaged it with his face for nearly a half hour before the older man finally released all that remained in his balls down the younger man's throat. Kyle drove Wilbur back to his tiny apartment. Wilbur said he had some beer and invited "Jimmy" to have a couple with him. They sat together on the edge of Wilbur's bed, drank and talked. Kyle was really on a high. Before Kyle left, Wilbur reminded him that "there was more where that came from" and he had not collected his second helping. Kyle was only too happy to oblige. He opened the fly of his jeans and let Wilbur feast. Wilbur wasn't particular about who he had sex with or what form it took. He did love hard bodies and guys his own age, though, and he lovingly attacked Kyle's rigid dick, bringing him to the edge several times. Kyle literally was in heaven, but finally just had to nut. "Oh, yes," he moaned. "Let me cum, man. "Oh god, that was great," he added, after shooting several ropes of semen down Wilbur's willing throat. "You got an one awesome dick, Jimmy," Wilbur responded. "I gotta have it up my fucking ass." Roger expected Kyle back home immediately and wondered what was taking him so long. It was after midnight when a totally satisfied Kyle returned, however; to find that his dad was still up. "Son," he said, "what happened tonight shouldn't have happened. But I suppose you will have to get involved. But you must never, never again even think of having sex with me!" "Aw, dad, why the hell not? It's not like we could get each other p.g." "It's just not right, Kyle. It's not that I wouldn't have loved for you to suck me. But it's just not right. You and I both have to be strong! "And you must erase the videotape."