Date: 24 Jul 2001 17:47:48 -0700
From: TS Candyman <tscandyman@icqmail.com>
Subject: Daddy Daddy Part 12

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Daddy Daddy - Part 12: The Minute Men?

I watched out the window as Tony and Frankie walked up to Dad.  I was
worried about Dad and didn't know what to do.  I finally get my father in
my life and then my best friend shows up on the doorstep needing me.  And
to top it off last time I was with Steven he had admitted to loving me.  I
hadn't felt this nervous in some time.

"Kyle?"  I turned around and there was Steven.  I had known Steven since we
were real young.  Right at ten years now.  He was closest friend.  The one
guy I could tell all my secrets, fears and dreams to.  He had been the only
person I had told that I had sex with my own father.  Confiding that one
secret to him broke down walls in him that I didn't know existed. Now he
had come to me needing help that only I could give.  (Okay, so it was help
that he thought only I could give.)

He had finished his shower and was standing behind me wrapped in a towel.
His body still glistened with water.  He was so sexy.  "Where's your dad?"

"He left," I replied.  "He felt that you needed some time with me alone.
Thought you'd be more relaxed if he weren't here."

"I didn't want to cause any trouble," he said sadly.  He stood there as if
he wasn't sure what to do and that if he made the wrong move that the whole
world would fall apart around him.  From my point of view that had already
happened.  Now was the time to help him rebuild it.

"Hey, bud, you never cause any trouble for me," I said hugging him.  "Dad's
very understanding and he knows what he's doing."

"Think he hates me," Steven asked.

"Course not," I replied.  "Let's lay down on the bed."  I guided him to the
bed.

"Ouch!"  Steven jumped a little.  He looked down and picked something off
the floor.

"Oops," I muttered realizing that Dad had tossed the handcuffs on the floor
after letting me loose.

Steven held them up with one finger and then looked at me.  "Um, did I
interrupt anything when I got here?"

"Actually, no," I said feeling my face blush.  "We were done."  Although I
had to admit, I had been enjoying the rim job Dad was administering when
Steven knocked on the door.

"So, you two still….."

"Yeah.  We still get it on almost on a daily basis.  Although, Dad has been
out of town for the past several days," I explained stripping again.  I
climbed into the bed.  Steven dropped the towel and joined me.  "The cuffs
were just a little something extra tonight.  Kind of a punishment for
something that happened the other night."

"Huh?"  Steven looked at me funny.

"I'll explain later.  Just leave it at that we still sleep together and
then some," I said feeling my face turn even brighter than it already was.

"Obviously," Steven muttered.  "You love him, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, he's my dad," I said looking at him.  When I saw the look on
his face, it dawned on me what he meant.  "You mean like….you love me?"
Steven nodded.  I saw his eyes water.  "Steven, don't cry."

He tried holding back.  "I can't help it," he said.  "I've lost my parents,
my brother and now I'm loosing you.  I need you, Kyle."

"I'm here for you, baby.  And you haven't lost me," I said taking him in my
arms.  "You'll never loose me.  I do love you.  And I love him.  But it's
different."

"How can you love both of us," he asked looking at me through bleary eyes.

"I just do," I said smiling.  "I don't know how to explain it.  You're both
so different from each other.  You're my best bud and I could never imagine
my life without you.  And he's my dad.  He's been a missing piece of my
life for so long and now I have him.  Closer than I ever thought possible."

"I just wish my family hadn't reacted the way they did," he said snuggling
next to me.  I pulled the sheet around us and reclined all the way pulling
Steven with me.

"Well," I said holding him to my chest, "you have a new family now."

"Think your dad will like me?"

"Yeah I know he will.  In fact, he'll love you once you two get to know
each other."

"I wish mine still loved me."  Steven cried a little and before I realized
it he was asleep.  I held him all night.  I don't know how long I laid
there holding Steven thinking about him and Dad and how much of an impact
this was going to be.  At one point (when I am not sure) Steven started
twitching and scowling in his sleep.  I knew he must have been having a
nightmare.  I tried to soothe him and let him know I was there.  After a
few moments, he relaxed with his head on my chest again and holding me
tightly to him.  Whether he woke up enough to do this or if it was some
unconscious effort in his sleep I wasn't sure.

I woke up the next morning to the feeling of someone leaning on the bed and
kissing my forehead.  "Dad, you're home," I said.  I looked over and Steven
was still asleep.

"Shhh, we need to talk," he said motioning for me to follow him.

I got out of bed.  Dad looked at me questioning.  That's when I realized I
was still naked.  I pushed him into the living area.  "You act like you've
never seen me naked."

"How was he," Dad asked me giving me a sly look.  I knew what he asking but
decided to be realistic instead.  From the tone of his voice when he first
woke me I knew he had been thinking.  Although if he had spent the night
with Frankie and Tony I doubt he spent much time thinking or sleeping.

"He was exhausted.  We barely had time to talk before he fell asleep on me.
He feels like he's lost his family and he's afraid of loosing me," I said.
As soon as I said it I knew it was not the right thing to say.  I saw Dad
flinch a little.  I knew from his attitude last night that he had put
himself through the same thing that Steven had.  "Look, Dad, neither of you
is loosing me.  When it comes to our relationship, mine and yours, I don't
want it to change."

"But if you love Steven then you can't be involved with me," Dad said.

"Why not," I asked.  "I do love you, Dad.  Father or not – I know that I
love you.  But, you and I don't have a closed relationship.  I thought
about this last night.  I realized that we have been messing with other
people.  I mean, yeah, our hearts are dedicated to each other.  And they
always will be.  And isn't that what matters?  I love you.  And I mean that
more than just father-son.  I told Steven this last night and now I am
telling you, all my life something has been missing.  And it was more than
just my father not being in my life.  Now you are in my life.  And we're
closer to each other for our relationship.  Steven's my best friend.  Every
time I have ever needed someone to depend on, someone to lean, he's been
there.  I could never choose between you."

Dad's hand slipped down into my lap and he began rubbing my leg.  "Well we
are assuming that he will want to stay here with us," Dad said looking at
me.

"Now come on," I said, "where else can he go?  I mean, he still hasn't
spoken to Ian about this.  That's his older brother.  But I already get the
impression that he wants to stay here with us."  Dad's hand moved further
up and started tickling my nuts.  I smiled at him.  I started rubbing his
chest through his shirt.  After a second, I found his nipple ring and
started tugging and twisting it.

"Are you sure about that 'us'?"

"I can almost guarantee it."

"I did give this a lot of thought last night," Dad said taking my hand and
holding it a moment.  He kissed my fingers.  I turned my hand to grab his
and put it back down in my crotch.  He just smiled at me.  "Tony and
Frankie actually reminded me of something I had said."

"Let me guess – sharing helps you cherish what you already have.  Or
something to that affect."

He snorted.  "Yeah."

"Look, I only have the two of you in my heart," I said.  "Frankie, Tony,
Lou – they're good friends.  And great in bed.  But it's not the same.
You and Steven are my men."

"You know that it would be crowded here in the flat.  All three of us can't
fit on the bed," he said.

"It's a king," I protested as my cock began filling up.  "We can fit.  One
way or another."

"You little slut, you just want to make it with both of us," Dad accused
smiling even more. He grabbed my cock and started jacking it.

"Mmmmm, hell yeah," I moaned.  Dad kissed me.  At first it was tentative
and then he pressed harder.  I could feel him tremble under me.  I slipped
my tongue into his mouth as I pulled his head closer to mine.  Dad started
pumping my cock faster and I felt his hardening under my leg.

"Now that's what I call the breakfast of the champions."  Dad and I broke
our kiss to see Steven standing there in front of us.  He hadn't bothered
to put anything on.

"Well good morning, Sunshine," Dad said taking in all of him.  I could tell
that Dad liked what he saw.  Steven was much hairier than I was.  Steven's
legs were almost black from the hair and it rose up his legs and covered
his nice, firm ass.  I could tell that as he got older, his chest would be
covered in it as well.  There was already some hair growing there but it
wasn't much.  Yet.

"Hey Baby," I replied opening my arms to him.  He leaned down to hug me and
I pulled him into Dad's lap as well.  Dad huffed from the added weight.  I
started laughing a little and then they did too.  "Come on, Dad, you know
you love the thought of two young naked studs in your lap first thing in
the morning."

"Morning?  It's almost one in the afternoon, son," he said.

"I slept that long," Steven asked us.

"You were tired and emotionally drained," Dad said looking at him, "you
needed the rest."

I looked at Steven and leaned towards him.  He leaned to me to see what I
wanted and I grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him.  At first,
he just sat there.  I had my eyes closed (as I always do when I kiss a man)
but I knew his had to be the size of saucers.  I pressed my tongue against
his lips and he let me in.  He quickly kissed me back.  After a moment, I
broke away.  "I didn't want you to feel left out," I said smiling.  I then
looked at Dad and then back to Steven.  I waited.  They knew what I was up
to.

Steven had turned red from our kissing in front of Dad.  They kind of
looked at each other for a moment.  It was actually kind of sweet watching
them.  They would start to move to each other and then hesitate.  After a
few seconds their lips finally touched.  They were real slow at first,
checking each other out.  Then they got more into it.  I could see Dad's
tongue run across Steven's lips.  Steven opened his mouth a little and his
tongue flitted with Dad's before Dad shoved his tongue into Steven's mouth.
From there it became a very passionate kiss.

"Your stubble tickles," Steven said after they finally pulled away from
each other.

"Look, I know right now you are going through a lot," Dad said to him.  "I
just want to make sure you know that you're more than welcome to stay with
us.  For as long as you need."

"Thanks," Steven whispered.

"But we need to discuss a few rules," Dad said.  I groaned.  "First, you
have to clean up after yourself."

"Uh-huh, like the handcuffs Steven stepped on last night," I interjected.
Dad's eyes got wide.

"Shit, we left those out," he muttered.  "Oh well.  Second, no wild parties
without my permission.  Third, be considerate of everyone else."

I started unbuttoning Dad's shirt as he spoke.  "What are you doing," Dad
asked me.

"Hell, I figured since Steven and I are naked you should be too," I
replied.  "Besides, you're boring me and we're old enough to understand
about living with other people."

"But I am in the middle of talking to you two," he protested trying to
button his shirt back up.

I glanced at Steven.  "Help me," I said.

"Don't help him," Dad ordered.  I looked at Steven and raised my eyebrows.

"I'm not sure about this," Steven replied.  He stared at us for a moment
and I could see he got an idea.  Without a word he jumped up and went to
the bed.

"What's he up to," Dad asked trying to watch him.  I jumped up and
straddled him.  I grabbed his face in one hand brought him around to look
at me.

"I told you before, you're my daddy-man and you give your attention to me,"
I said seriously.  I kissed Dad again and began unbuttoning his shirt one
more time.  Dad gave in to me.  I think he was so relieved to find that I
still desired him that he was willing to do just about whatever I wanted.

I pulled Dad's shirt off and tossed it aside.  I began twisting and pulling
on his right nipple ring.  I loved playing with them.  There were nights
when we would watch a movie or television and I would sit next to him and
just play with his tits.  It was especially hot when we would sit in the
floor with him between my legs.  I could reach around and play with both of
them at the same time.

I heard Steven come around the couch.  I heard the metal of cuffs jingle
from behind him.  I reached a hand back to take them from him.

"What the hell?"  The first cuff slammed closed around my wrist.  Before I
could react Steven grabbed my other arm and my hands cuffed behind me.
"Not again," I protested.

"Good boy," Dad said smiling at Steven.  "Now what should we do with the
little cocky bastard?"

"He's got two ends," Steven replied rubbing my ass.  "Let's put him to use.
On your knees between your dad's legs."

I knew I was outnumbered so I did as I was told.  Dad stood up before me. I
rubbed my face into his crotch.  His cock was hard and I could feel its
outline under the denim.  I started mouthing him through his jeans.  I felt
Steven slap my cheek with his cock.  I looked up and saw that Dad and
Steven were kissing again.

Dad guided my head to Steven's crotch as Steven reached over to fondle Dad.
I began licking the length of Steven's cock.  I could feel every vein as my
tongue bathed his dick.  I had to bend down a little to get the head of his
dick in my mouth.  I began sucking lightly on just it.  Dad stepped over to
the side and stripped out of his jeans.  In the mean time, Steven reached
down and tried to hold my head still as he forced more of his love stick
into my throat.  "Good I missed you," he moaned.  I couldn't verbally agree
with him since my throat was being filled to capacity so I just let my
tongue do the talking.

Dad stepped back over and starting his hands all over Steven's body.
Steven wrapped one of his hands around Dad's eight incher.  (I swear it
looked bigger than when I first had it in my face.)

Steven decided he wanted me to suck on Dad's cock.  He pulled his prick and
before I could catch a good breath I had Dad's stiff dick down my gullet.
It was at that moment that I realized they tasted so different.  I had
never really realized how different the texture and taste and just about
everything was.  I mean I had sex with different guys but until this
moment.  I kind of knew it was different but it just hit me how different.
(Like I've said before, I'm blonde.  This means I'm slow at times.)

The skin on Dad's dick was not as smooth as Steven's but the veins stuck
out more.  He had a muskier scent and taste to him than Steven did.  It was
strange having them both so close for comparison.  (Talk about your taste
tests!)  Steven's scent was more acrid but he tasted sweeter too at the
same time.  It was like smelling a lemon and tasting an orange.  That was
the only way I could think to compare it.  But it tasted just like dick!

"Yeah, suck your dad's cock," Steven muttered pushing my head further into
Dad's crotch.  "Man, that's hot."

"Um, yeah," Dad groaned.  "Why don't you plug him from the rear since I
have him plugged in the front?"

I just moaned my agreement.  Dad sat down and I moved forward a little so
that I could still suck on his dick.  This left me bent over resting my
weight on Dad' legs and sticking my ass out for Steven.  Steven began by
rubbing my ass.  He then put a wet finger to my hole.  It had crossed my
mind that with this being his first butt fuck (at least as far as I knew
of) that he might not know about lubrication and prepping my hole for his
invasion.

I shouldn't have worried.  After a few minutes of him playing with my ass I
felt him spit onto my hole.  I figured he was still too new to the
experience to go for rimming me.  But I should still be somewhat open from
the past several days of Lou's fucking me and then Dad giving me a once
over last night.  He then pressed his dick to my hole.

My head butted against Dad's stomach and I let out a guttural yell (that
was extremely muffled considering my mouth was still full of daddy-meat).
Steven had shoved every inch of his cock up my ass in one push.  "God
you're tight," he moaned.

Dad looked down at me.  "You okay, son," he asked as I come up for air.

"Don't move," was all I could say through teary eyes.  Steven held himself
still although I could tell he was dying to continue.  "Go slow for a just
a little bit and let me adjust to the assault you just crammed up me."

Dad bent down and kissed me.  "That's my boy, you can handle it.  You've
taken bigger dicks than his," he whispered to me.

"Later I want to him watch him take yours, Mr. Reynolds," Steven said as he
started a slow in and out motion.

"Call me Kane," he said.  "Or even Dad if you want."

"Kind of makes us brothers," I said squeezing my ass around Steven's meat.

"Oh my god," he moaned shoving in real hard.  I grunted.  Next thing I knew
he jack hammered me about five times and then shoved himself so far into me
I thought I could taste him again.  He began shooting his boy juice into my
ass.  He grip became vise like as he held me in place.  I could feel the
head of his dick spasm with each squirt.

Realizing that Steven was cumming, Dad fisted his dick real quick.  Just as
he started shooting I quickly sucked his cock into my mouth.  I loved the
taste of his seed as he shot in my mouth, spraying my tonsils with his cum.
I started cumming when I thought about my best friend's cock up my ass
giving me his essence and Dad's prick in my mouth shooting his load (the
same prick that created me).

Dad was the first to recover.  "I guess we call each other the Minute Men
though," he said.  I rolled my eyes at him as Steven unplugged my ass.  I
felt empty without his cock in there.

I rolled over and leaned against the couch.  "I think I need a shower,"
Steven said standing.

"Me, too," Dad said with an evil grin looking at Steven.  Steven reached
out and took Dad's hand.  "Tell you what, 'Son," I wash your back if you
wash mine?"

"Sounds like a plan to me, 'Dad,'" Steven replied.

"Oh no you don't," I said trying to stand.  "One of you is going to uncuff
me first!"

"Do you have another pair of those," Steven asked.  I froze.  I didn't like
the sound of this.

"Actually, I they're a pair of ankle cuffs," he said.  "And I even have a
gag we can use."