Date: Sat, 1 Jun 2013 09:11:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: DADDY'S PIMP 4

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                                    DADDY'S PIMP

                                   by Macout Mann



                                        IV


Roger was through with Wilbur.  Sad to say.  He just didn't want to be
reminded of the time his son was willing to have sex with him.

So it was up to Kyle to find a new boy toy.

They had agreed that guys from Kyle's college would be off limits.  Too
easy to discover who the Winters really were.  Kyle was underage, so gay
bars, any bars, were out.  Roger had never had to resort to hustlers.  So
that pretty much left parks, porno movie houses, newsstands with a cock
book section, and the possibility of some lucky hits on random streets and
highways and maybe at the bus or train station.

Kyle first resorted to the cavernous railway terminal.  Once it was the
busiest place in town.  Now, with one train north and one train south each
day, it was empty most of the time.  Kyle thought that very fact might make
it a fruitful hunting ground.  Man, was he wrong!  He hung around the
waiting room for almost three hours.  A couple of middle-aged travelers and
a man with a small boy in tow were the only visitors to the men's room the
whole time.

He was about to leave when through a side door came a young dude carrying a
roll of stuff on his shoulder held together with a leather belt.  He was
about five-ten, very thin, but nicely proportioned.  Unkempt black hair,
black eyes, and day's growth of beard.  He headed directly to the john.
Kyle followed.

The train station was about seventy five years old and boasted marble
fixtures in the rest rooms, including an eight foot long trough-style
urinal. When Kyle entered, his target had deposited his stuff on a basin
and was standing at the urinal releasing a powerful and copious stream of
piss.  His fly was fully open.  Kyle joined him at the urinal but was able
to produce only a few drops of liquid.  Nonetheless he continued to stand
in place.  He began to play with his tool and surreptitiously glance at the
other guy's equipment.  It was nothing to be ashamed of.  His companion
responded by shaking his tube longer than was necessary to free it of
excess water.

"Just passing through town?" Kyle asked.

"You might say so," the other man answered.  "You like what you see?" he
added.

"Maybe so," Kyle grinned.

Kyle's target zipped up and went to a basin next to his stuff.  "Need to
get cleaned up," he said.  He unloosed the belt holding his roll together.

"Well, you could come to my place and get cleaned up.  Have a little fun
too."  Kyle clawed his crotch suggestively.  He extended his hand, "I'm
J...Jimmy," he said.

"Marion," his companion replied, "but I go by `Tex,' 'cuz that's where I'm
from, Tex...ass."  They shook hands, and Tex also reached for his crotch.

"Good to meet you, Tex," Kyle responded.  "Let's get out of here."

As they drove away, Tex was effusive.  "Thanks a whole lot, Jimmy.  I aint
had a real bath in weeks."

"Glad to help out," Kyle responded.  "What the hell's with you anyway."

"I just got tired of all the shit back home.  Decided to head out.

"Turned out it aint near as easy to pick up work as I thought it'd be."

"Oh?" Kyle said.  "By the way, how old are ya, anyway?"

"Eighteen."

That was good.  Roger didn't like them "underage," but he loved
eighteen-year-olds.

They entered the den and Tex was a little apprehensive.  He'd never seen a
room like that before.  "It was my dad's idea," Kyle laughed.  "He can be
strange sometimes."

Tex was directed to the adjacent bathroom.  Kyle offered to put his clothes
in the washing machine upstairs, while he was showering.  Tex thanked him
and asked if it would be any trouble to wash his other stuff.  That turned
out to be one shirt, three tees, three pairs of jeans in various states of
wear, and a tattered pair of cutoffs.  Those, a small bag containing a
toothbrush and shaving gear, and a sleeping bag were the only possessions
Tex had.

Seeing Tex naked for the first time, Kyle reaffirmed that he was nicely
built, if a bit skinny.  And his dick was about five inches soft.
Upstairs, Kyle told his dad he thought he'd be pleased.

When Tex emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed, shaved, and shampooed,
Kyle was already naked.  "Didn't want you to feel out-of-place while your
clothes are being cleaned," Kyle joked.

He produced a couple of beers and they sat on a sofa and drank them.  Kyle
began to finger Tex' dick and it quickly grew a couple of inches.

"Feels good," Tex said.  "You know, I'd never done nothing with another
dude `til I left home."

"Oh?"

"Nah.  Got started with another homeless dude.  Gets to be habit forming."

Kyle laughed.  "You've got that right," he said.

"I got started back when I was just a kid" Kyle continued.  "My dad
explained the facts of life to me and he didn't leave anything out."

"You and Him...?" Tex began.

"No.  We don't fuck each other," Kyle answered.  "But he likes to play
around, and we do stuff together.  He might come down in a minute or so.
He's one hot motherfucker.  Would that bother you, if he did?"

"I...well, I guess not."

Kyle continued to minister to Tex' genitals and began to chew on his nips.
Tex responded by pawing Kyle.  "Let's move over to the mattress," Kyle
suggested.  "I wanna eat your dick."

A moment later Tex was flat on his back with his pole being lovingly tended
by Kyle.  As Tex moaned with pleasure, he realized someone else was on the
mattress with them.  "Mind if I join in?" Roger asked.

Without waiting for an answer Roger began to kiss Tex' gut and moved up his
scant trail to his chest.  Soon he was straddling the object of his desire
and leaning over to offer his own dick to the younger man.  Without fully
realizing how it had happened Tex experienced the elation of having his
dong rung by Kyle while his face was being fucked by Kyle's father.

Tex' eruption was massive and Kyle drank as much as he could.  Then he
replaced his father, giving Tex a taste of his own dick.  Roger wanted to
save his semen for Tex' tender ass.

Meanwhile Tex was really getting with the program.  His tongue was
furiously lapping Kyle's prong on each thrust.  Kyle saw stars as his dick
shot ropes of cream down Tex' throat.  He lifted up as Tex licked the
remains of his load from his knob.

"Fuck yeah, Tex.  You're good, man."

"Thanks, Jimbo, you're good too."

"What about me?" Roger asked.  He slipped down next to Tex and began to
finger his ass while also palming his balls.

"Shit, I dunno what to say," Tex answered.

"You don't have to say anything, baby," Roger told him.  He reached under
the mattress and grabbed a tube of lube.  Still treating Tex to sensory
overload, he prepped the boy's ass while kissing and massaging every other
erogenous zone on his body.  Tex felt only slight discomfort when Roger's
slick dick slid into his chute.  "Just enjoy my dick, baby," Roger urged.
"Yes.  It was just made for your sweet ass."

And Tex did.  "Yeah," he cried.  "Fuck me, man.  Fuck me."

After depositing his semen in Tex' young ass, Roger disappeared as silently
as he had come.  Tex became aware of Kyle spooning him as his senses again
became aware of reality.  "You liked my Dad's dick, did ya?" Kyle
whispered.

"Oh shit yeah.  But goddam.  I don't let dudes fuck me."

"Don't tell me it was your first time," Kyle laughed.

"Nah, but...Fuck, that was awesome anyway."

"You wanna fuck me?"

"Oh shit yeah!"

Kyle submitted.  When Tex' still rampant passion had been spent, they lay
in each other's arms for close to an hour.  It was almost five o'clock when
Kyle suggested they go for something to eat.  Then he asked what Tex' plans
were for later.

"Oh, I've got a place down near the terminal where I can camp," he replied.
"I'm heading south tomorrow."

"I know somebody that might give us dinner and put you up for the night, if
you're game," Kyle said.

"Might as well," his companion responded.  Tex seemed resigned to whatever
might happen.

Kyle retrieved his cell from his rumpled clothes and dialed Ben.  "Hi, Bud,
this is Jimmy," he began.  "I've got a guy here that needs a place to stay
tonight.  Thought you might feed the two of us and let him sack out with
you.

"Yeah, he's been playing with Dad and me.

"Eighteen.

"Sure he's hot.

"O.K. We'll be over in a few minutes."

He closed his phone and told Tex, "This dude is younger than Dad, but hot
as hell.  He'll treat you right."

Kyle went and got Tex' clothes.  His mom had switched them from the washer
to the dryer.  They both got dressed and Kyle drove them to Ben's house.
Ben lived on the edge of town away from prying eyes, so there wasn't any
need for subterfuge.  He fed the boys hamburgers, fries, and beer.  Tex and
Kyle had another round of fun while Ben watched.  Then Kyle left the two of
them to spend the night.

It had been an interesting day.