Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2003 02:21:11 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: Dad's Just Desserts (Installment 2)

This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.  Moreover, none of the actions of the characters in this
story is presented with the intent to condone, approve, or sanction their
behavior.  All questions and/or comments are welcome; and, if you wish to
contact me, please feel free to email me at: KissAndCuddleGem@AOL.COM; and
I will most definitely respond to email, as appropriate.


After about seven years of doing little else than grieve over the loss of
the love of his son, his beautiful Ronnie, Jake was quite frankly sick of
Jake.  It was time to focus more on making himself happy and finding some
form of satisfaction, he decided.

Jake's baby, his bakery business, was really beginning to take off
financially.  Jake appreciated the income and though he was not exactly
rolling in dough, he was doing pretty well in the money department.

But one day, Jake decided that what he really was missing in his life was
excitement.  Jake was horny, so horny that he just about felt like he would
go nuts if he did not find some type of outlet for all of this sexual
energy soaking his very essence.

Over time, Jake eventually arrived at a solution: He would have the best of
both worlds by having a double life, one shrouded to a degree in secrecy:
He became Jake the Juicy Hunk with a capital "H", baker by day, stripper by
night.  He wasted no time; and one Sunday morn bright and early found his
finger gliding down the tiny print of the adult entertainment section of
the classifieds.  There it was right there in bold print: Practically
beckoning to him, he thought: "Looking for something to add zest to your
mundane existence?  Exclusive respectable club establishment has opening
for a male erotic dancer with brawny build...."  Well, Jake knew that he
definitely met this "brawny build" requirement.  Further, he was willing to
shape up a bit to make his post-pie-loving love handles a bit less
noticeable.

Jake wasted no time and picked up the phone.  Two weeks later, he was at
Sweet Angels, a classy club with ambience catering primarily to young gay
business professionals.  There were one or two guys before him; and he
found himself mesmerized by the one right before he was to go up on the
platform and try out: This guy was "built" with a capital "B".  He was
blonde, looked about 25 years in age, at least six feet, with broad
shoulders and pulsing body-builder-like biceps, massive pecs, and nice
rock-hard abs.  His sparkling blue eyes and Colgate-shine smile added to
his overall charisma on the medium-elevated stage.  Plus he had the moves,
he swayed his hips really nicely and alluringly and very much in time with
the beat of the pounding disco-style music.

Jake was licking his lips and deep in fantasy mode; and his cock was almost
semi-hard.  But, suddenly, he remembered: This was competition, and, if he
wanted the position to be his, he had to keep himself together and find a
way to beat this shameless seducer shaking it with all his might and in a
flash down to his white bikini briefs.

Breathing in and out, he knew in his mind what he had to do: He fought
valiantly against his last-minute stage fright and got up on the platform
as nonchalantly as he could muster.  The club lights were having a dizzying
effect on him; and he felt himself feeling very self-conscious up there.
Suddenly, he heard a very youthful-sounding voice boom out: "Alright, ready
when you are!"  Jake felt relieved upon looking up and catching a glimmer
of the dude's face: This was no more than a college kid he was trying out
for; and the kid even had dimples just like his son Ronnie: He convinced
himself that he was doing all of this for Ronnie now and really let it rip.

Dressed in black liquid-leather skin-tight leather pants hung really low at
the waist and a grey half-buttoned suede vest teasingly showing off his
football-jock broad shoulders and hairy chest, he really got fully into it
as he fittingly gyrated his hips to the hit-musical "The Full Monty" tune,
"Let It Go!".  It was much too late, he mused, to even think of turning
back now.  So he pictured himself out on a disco floor and dancing with
Ronnie and literally tore off his vest fully exposing his still-decent pecs
and really nice nips; and pulled the hidden string at his waist to make his
pants come all the way down, all the while seductively gyrating his hips
and thrusting his pubes, etc. forward.

Before he could go further, he heard the booming voice again: "That was
fine, just fine, really swell old man.  We will call you if we are
interested...."

"What the hell was this?," Jake now wondered, very much confused and taken
aback.  Then, suddenly, he realized what this was, as if the dawn had just
broken in his mind: It was all some age discrimination crap!  Sure, he had
the moves, definitely, and he was well-prepared, having rehearsed his
routine so often he was doing it in his sleep.  But all this guy seemed to
see was his grey, the grey in his hair and probably even that on his chest;
and he himself knew that he did indeed have a grandfatherly-figure look to
him and realized that this was even more pronounced now than years ago.

Well, he quickly decided: It was time for Plan B.  He was determined to get
this job, no matter what he had to do to make it happen.

Jake stayed quietly in the bar area at the entrance, waiting for the
auditions to end and for his chance to really shine all right.

The college-age guy was about to slip outside through a side door when Jake
called to him: "Sir, I have something to say to you, would you please hear
me out?  I promise not to take too much of your time."

"Please, it's Lonny, please call me Lonny...and I would prefer that we take
this into my office, out of the view of customers."

Jake almost turned beet red at this development: Yes, he had often heard
accounts of wanna-be actors and in many cases innoncent, naive young
ladies, even men, finding their way to stardom though rarely intentionally
seeking the same through "the casting couch".  But was he truly prepared
for what lied ahead; and could he really go through with this after all?  A
resounding "Yes!" boomed in his head just as his six-inch cock was
throbbing and beginning to ooze pre-cum.

The gents hastily entered a modern office furnished heavily with red-tone
decor, a pleasing blend of leather and silk surrounding a cherry wood desk
that gleamed as much as Princess Di's tiara.

"Lonny, please, I understand your concerns.  But surely there is something
we can work out together....", he pleaded, as their predictable
business-like conversation was almost coming to a standstill.

Lonny saw the passionate spark in Jake's eyes, and, taking the hint,
winked: "Well, perhaps I should examine what you have to
offer....uhm...more closely, I may have missed something in terms of what
you have to....ehr...offer...Jake."

"Oh, I believe you most definitely did!", Jake quickly replied, nodding
profusely and all the while his mouth watering.

Within a few moments, the door had been locked and Jake was lying on his
back, fully streched out, on the burgundy leather sofa.  Jake's pants were
now on the carpeted floor; and Lonny's fingertips were gently exploring
through the red silk thong-style G-string, the sole thing Jake was now
wearing, the contours of Jake's delicious cock: As this was going on, Jake
was making cooing sounds in pleasure and his cock was becoming so hard he
barely could stand it.

Lonny pulled down Jake's G-string in a somewhat slow yet very seductive
way.  Jake looked up and watched Lonny as he stripped.  "Oh, yeah...this
definitely has possiblities", Jake mused.  Lonny was a scrawny figure, slim
with mostly no muscles to speak of, he was brunette, with reddish
highlights, no doubt natural, shining amid his short-cropped cut.  He had a
three and one-half-inch cock which was beginning to harden, average-sized
balls with a really pleasing-looking sac, and skin that looked like milky
silk hardly ever exposed to the sun.

During the next few moments, Jake and Lonny hurriedly scampered about the
office floor while transforming the convertible sofa into a comfortable bed
and re-arranging the furniture layout and even the positions of the pillows
for comfort, etc.

Jake, though with Lonny, kept thinking of Ronnie; and actually found
himself fantasizing that he really was with Ronnie and that they had
limited time together, so that it was important for them to make the most
of each moment.  Then he heard voices again in his mind, taunting voices
this time shouting: "Jakey, Jakey, caught skinnydipping with his daddy in
the lakey!"  He knew at the time that the teasing kids were right on
target: He and his dad did have a sexual relationship, but in his mind he
was just concerned with pleasing his dad then and showing his dad how much
he really loved him.  Two generations of father-son "bonding" was what he
was thinking of, when Lonny interrupted coolly with: "Well, please get in
quickly and get comfortable.  I have a meeting scheduled for here in a few
hours."

Jake thought about how this would work best for him: Yes, he would
substitute in his mind Ronnie for Lonny for the rest of the session.  He
began to relax even more and smile.  Lonny sort of simply grinned in return
upon seeing Jake more at ease.  The two got into the 69 position and began
to pleasure each other orally, sucking each other off with abandon.  Jake
really took his time with it, he gripped Lonny's shaft at the base and
initially slipped his tongue into the head's piss slit.  Then he licked and
sucked around the perimeter of the head before taking Lonny's entire cock
and balls in his mouth as casually as if he had just put in a lollipop.  He
heard Lonny moaning, virtually in complete ecstasy; and in his mind he was
thinking: "I just want to make you happy, son, I am so happy we are
together yet again."  Lonny was about to cum and yelled out as Jake was
savoring and swallowing every single drop of pre-cum as if it were the
nectar of the gods.

"AAAAARGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH....I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmin'!"

It was one of the biggest loads Lonny had every shot in his life; and Jake
gulped down every single bit of the glorious creamy semi-sweet fluid
thirstily, as if he were parched from being lost in a desert.

He heard Lonny croak breathlessly: "Man, you have not been bed-hoppin',
right?"  Jake knew what he meant, though far from hip.

"No, son, I am clean and disease-free, totally", noticing to his relief
that Lonny upon hearing this did not pick up on that he literally thought
of Lonny as being his son.

Jake, who had been exposed to much throughout his life, was a bit shocked
by what was to come.  Yet, at the same time, strangely turned on by it all:
sort of like cheap titillation to him.

"Well, then, roll over guy, on your tummy...and let's really get to
business...." Lonny crooned.

Jake felt Lonny kissing, licking, and caressing his beefy, rounded, and
only mildly hairy buns.  Then he felt Lonny parting his ass cheeks and
sliding three fingers at once, virtually ramming them, deep inside his
hole.

"Hey!  Lube up, please, OK?"

"Sorry, I got carried away", Lonny chuckled, laughing.  "I will now...",
and he put globs and globs of lube grabbed from a nearby cabinet drawer all
over his cock and even squirted the tube directly into Jake's hole.

Lonny got on time of Jake and grabbed his hips tightly.  Lonny then thrust
his cock deep into Jake's hole and began to rotate it around and around.
Jake was not fully into this, and he thought that he would simply think of
his favorites: his apple pies and favorite apple strudels, to get through
what was to come.

But then Lonny got more into things, sort of developing a rhythm as he
pounded away at Jake's approaching-tender hole and moved his cock in and
out, in and out, in and out, but each time never pulling his cock more than
halfway out.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!  Nice, real nice. That feels so good!"

"You wanna perform, wanna work here, big daddy, well, I am gonna make you
my bitch first!", Lonny screamed, really enjoying himself now and totally
in the moment.

Jake became silent: He felt degraded, cheap, vile, even trashy.  He
realized, intellectually that is, that this was one of the most sordid and
sleazy experiences of his entire forty-eight years.  But when all was said
and done, so to speak, and he was safely home and newly-employed as a
nighttime stripper, he thought to himself about being screwed, fully taken:
"Perhaps I did get my just desserts, or so it seems anyway; but I really
enjoyed it, in fact all of it, nonetheless!"