Date: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 10:41:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com> Subject: DADDY'S PIMP 7 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 VII Kyle called his dad as soon as the class was over to let him know that Conner was a student at the university. "Dammit, son, I thought we'd agreed...!" "How did I know, Dad? I met him at a club before school even started," Kyle interrupted. "All he told me was he was 19." "Well, what's done is done," Roger declared. "Since he knows who you are and can easily find out where we live, dropping him could be riskier than continuing. "Befriend him and see what you can find out about him. And I'll see what sort of dirt I can dig up, just in case." So after the next class Kyle made a point of bumping into Conner. "Hi, guy," he greeted him. "I was sure surprised to see you here. Real glad to know you're a student too. And that we even have a class together!" "Small world," Conner replied. "Got time for coffee?" Kyle asked. "I guess." They walked to the Union Grill, got coffees, and found a booth. "I don't know how to explain to my buds how I might know you," Conner began. "How's that?" "Well, I'm a sophomore and I don't think you were here last year, were you?" "No, but we did meet before school started. So what's the problem?" "Well, I come from a small town in Minnesota. No gays there. At least nobody that'll admit it, even to himself. Summers I used to go visit a cousin in Chicago. That is until this year. That was when I accepted that I was gay. Well this year, I just came over here a few weeks early—my folks didn't know the difference—and I got a cheap room so I could mess around. That's when I ran into you. "My buds at school think I just got here. And you're a `townee.'" Kyle thought quickly and responded, "Hell, Conner, just tell `em that you knew me all last year. Your dad and mine were friends and you used to come to see us from time to time. Now we're both at H.U. No sweat, bro." Conner smiled and said, "Great idea, Jimmy." "Oh god!" thought Kyle. "Another problem we hadn't anticipated." He managed a laugh and said, "And my name isn't Jimmy. I use `Jimmy' when I'm messing around with strangers to...well, I don't want to be know around town as a `queer' either." He extended his hand and said, "Meet Kyle." They both laughed. They both had classes at two o'clock, and Kyle suggested they meet afterward and go for a drive. Conner wouldn't do anything in his dorm room, because he was sure his roommate was totally straight and a religious zealot to boot. Kyle drove them to a secluded arbor, and enticed Conner into an hour of passionate man sex. They both loved it. And Kyle was sure that anytime he wanted Conner, Conner would come. Conner was also more than willing to visit the house on Jones Boulevard whenever Roger had a hankering for the Minnesota boy. Of course he was sworn to secrecy, since he now knew who both Kyle and his father were. Kyle soon discovered that Conner's parents not only didn't know he was gay, but to use his words, "they would shit blue turds, if they ever found out." The ruse that Conner had previously known Kyle also made it possible for Kyle to effectively integrate into university life. On campus, both epitomized straightness. And Conner's sexual relationship with both Kyle and his father relieved him of the need to seek satisfaction elsewhere. As for Roger he had as strong a relationship with Conner as he had with Guido. Both loved raw sex. When they were together their dicks became their brains. Kyle remembered seeing his dad come into the den, go down on Conner, then turn and shove his ass back on the young stud's hard rod without even spit to ease its entry. Conner had yelled, "Yeah, daddy! Take that motherfucker!" and then pounded Roger furiously, while the older man called for him to fuck him still harder. At other times, they could be like tender lovers, prolonging their mutual ecstasy for many minutes. As the fall progressed, however, Curtis' temporary duty came to an end and Guido had a falling out with his boss, leading him to decide to move to Houston. So Kyle in less than a month had to find two new young men for his dad to play with. He decided to try the park again. There was no vehicle where the trail began, but Kyle parked there anyway and strolled over to plop down on a nearby picnic table. After a half hour with no activity, he was about to leave when a dude on a bicycle came out of the trail and rolled to a stop right by Kyle. The kid was drop-dead handsome, deeply tanned, dark hair and eyes, and a neat day's growth of boy beard on his face. He was wearing a sleeveless t shirt and denim shorts. "Hello," he said. "Aint seen you here before. Ya come here often?" "Occasionally," Kyle replied. "To see what's going on," he added. "Oh?" the kid responded. "What d'ya like?" "Whatever." Kyle was intrigued by his companion's directness. The kid couldn't possibly be a cop, but Kyle felt that he, himself, looked old enough to be one, so the kid could be well on the way to being arrested. "My name's Jimmy," Kyle continued, extending his hand. "I'm Dwight." They shook, and Kyle asked, "So how old are you, Dwight?" "Eighteen," the kid answered. "That old enough for ya, or do you like daddy types?" "Oh, that's plenty old enough, but you look younger." "Makes me more appealing to some of the older guys," Dwight said with a touch of pride in his voice. Kyle grinned. "So you like older dudes too?" "I love everybody, as long as they have a dick." Kyle couldn't believe his good fortune. He couldn't wait to introduce Dwight to his dad. "Wanna come in the woods with me?" Dwight asked. "Sure," Kyle answered. Once secluded in the bushes, Dwight lost no time. He opened Kyle's fly and reached for his hardening prong. "Freeballer, eh?" he said. "I am too." In another second he was on his knees eating dick. Kyle made a date with Dwight for the following night. "I've got a good place to go," he said.