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DADDY'S PIMP
by Macout Mann
II
Roger and his wife still slept together, although both recognized that he now preferred to bed other males. She also admitted that she had enticed him into Willie's arms in order to free her to share the erotic company of other females without retribution. They, shall we say, reached a good accommodation. Her father was none the wiser, and they had produced an heir.
Roger had a very attractive secretary. She, of course, was totally dedicated to the cause of morality, and Roger wouldn't have cared, if she hadn't been. Willie, already a Senior Fellow, also had a young male Research Assistant, whom he sometimes shared with Roger...in bed, that is. Clarence had only recently started with the foundation part-time. He was a junior at the university.
Two years later, when Roger became a Senior Fellow and qualified for an assistant himself, what do you know? Clarence had an acquaintance who was very anxious to better himself and also have up his ass the dick of a dude like guess who.
Roger had been well briefed by Clarence. Ben's cherry had been claimed by Clarence when Ben entered junior high. Ben loved dick. It didn't hurt that he was also a brilliant student, very interested in the ethical questions of the day.
Roger's interview with Ben followed the standard pattern. Roger was about to say that Ben seemed quite qualified and that he would get back to him in a day or two, when Ben forthrightly "cut to the chase."
"Mr. Winters," he said, "I know you've been fucking Clarence. And I know I can do the job I'm applying for. You wanna see if I can perform my other duties? I'm ready for my audition." And he got up, went around Roger's desk, and knelt between his legs.
After shooting a proper load down the applicant's throat, Roger announced that Ben would indeed become his Research Assistant.
So Roger experienced Willie, who was two years older than he, Clarence, two years younger, and now Benjamin, four years younger. Over time he decided the younger the better, a preference that would last his whole life.
Roger and Margaret's need to present a façade of married bliss shielded him from the excesses of his sexual cravings. Not so with Willie. His very public arrest, while attempting to seduce a vice cop, led to an equally public expulsion from the foundation. Clarence also had to be let go.
They both moved to, where else? San Francisco.
Willie's departure paved the way for Roger to become President Beane's golden boy. In five years, he was vice president of the foundation. Ben remained his assistant and took on the additional duty of seeking out younger dudes for Roger to play with. Roger and Margaret had by this time moved into their Jones Boulevard home, and the basement den had been equipped as an assignation studio.
When Kyle was ten, Roger decided he didn't want his son to miss out on the pleasures of puberty that he had missed. So he had an early and earnest talk with Kyle. He found that kids Kyle's age were much more knowledgeable about matters sexual than he had been as a boy, but he was still able to impart some startling facts to his young son. And he was quite open about his own proclivities.
"I don't want you get involved in anything you're not eager to do, certainly not anything you're not comfortable with," he told Kyle. "You may turn out to be attracted only to women. And anytime you decide you want a woman to teach you how to please, you can just let me know. And if you decide you want to be with a man, I am not the person to indoctrinate you. That would be wrong. But I think Ben would be happy to show you the joys of masculine sex. Just let me know.
"In the meantime, if you want to play around with any of your friends, do be discrete."
Kyle was a natural athlete and by the time he was twelve he had developed an extraordinary body and was blessed with equipment most boys two or more years older would envy. He indicated that he needed to have a talk with his dad.
"I remember what you said that time," he began, "when we talked about sex. Well, I've started to make out with a couple of girls, but I'm just not in to it. And Steve and I have jacked each other off a couple of times, but he's not into going any further than that.
"Could you arrange for me to get with Ben?"
"I'll certainly talk with him, son."
At the first opportunity Roger did bring the subject up with Ben. "Kyle's ready to try some man sex, and he doesn't have a buddy that's willing. I'd love to get with him, but...well I'm not too much of a prude to do that... but you've got to draw the line somewhere. He wants to get with you. Are you willing?"
"Hell, boss, I'm eighteen years older than Kyle. Is he sure he wants to mess around with somebody like me?"
"He wants somebody that's experienced, who knows what the score is."
"But goddamn, he's fucking jailbait with a vengeance."
"You may not have fucked somebody as young as Kyle, but I know damned well you've humped a minor before.
"Besides," Roger continued, "there's no problem with that as long as nobody finds out. If you don't want to do it, just say so. Otherwise, have at him."
Two weeks later Kyle and Ben met in the den. It was a Friday night. Kyle was dressed in a t shirt and gym shorts. He had neglected to wear a jockstrap. Ben was in a golf shirt and designer jeans. He had neglected to wear anything else. Kyle's heart was pounding in anticipation of what was to happen. Ben was still somewhat abashed.
"Thanks for doing this," Kyle said.
"Well, I'm not sure I should be," Ben replied.
"You've got nothing to worry about," Kyle assured him. And the boy took the initiative by reaching for Ben's dick and gently fondling it.
"Well," Ben repeated, "You seem to know what you want."
He drew the boy close and pulled his t over his head. "Man," he panted, "you're one beautiful kid." He stuck his thumbs into the waist band of Kyle's shorts and forced them to the floor. "And you've got a dick to die for. Can you cum?"
"Yeah. I'm a prodigy, I guess. Been cumming for about six weeks."
"Now you undress me," Ben instructed. Kyle obliged.
"You're nice too," Kyle said appreciatively.
Ben led the boy to the soft sofa nearby. They both sat, and Ben began to pleasure Kyle's body with kisses.
"Oh, that feels wonderful," Kyle whispered.
"You do me," Ben answered.
They exchanged nibbles for several minutes, then Ben asked, "Would you like to suck my dick?"
"Oh, yes."
Ben leaned back and watched Kyle take his big knob into his young mouth and slide his lips down the shaft like a pro. "That's it, Kyle. Suck me. Make me cum." All of Ben's trepidations were now gone. He was lost in the thrill of having a young virgin get his first taste of dick. Kyle was also lost in ecstasy, rhythmically sliding his lips up and down the older man's pole, until Ben's moan signaled the release of the cream Kyle was so hungry for. Kyle swallowed as much as he could. It was much tastier than his own.
Kyle let Ben's dick soften in his mouth, and when he pulled off, Ben led him to the large bed-like structure in the middle of the room. It was about eight feet square topped with a custom mattress. It was just made for romping. When they had both climbed aboard, Ben again began to nibble and tongue and lick every inch of the twelve-year-old's gorgeous body, finally gobbling up his nicely sized boy-tool. He gave as well as he had received. Better actually, using his tongue to enhance the unbelievable feelings that were overwhelming Kyle's senses. Kyle erupted as only a boy freshly into puberty can. Ben drank it all.
They lay on the huge mattress and hugged each other as Kyle nervously giggled, slowly coming down from his high.
"That enough for tonight?" Ben asked.
"No," Kyle cried, "I want to do it all!"
"O.K.," Ben said.
They continued to lie together for a long time, and then Ben began to run his hand up and down the boys crack. He reached under the edge of the mattress and retrieved one of the many tubes of lube that were secreted there and tenderly prepared Kyle's ass for its first penetration. By the time Ben coated his dick with the lubricant, Kyle was practically purring.
"It's going to hurt," Ben warned. Then he slipped his dickhead beyond the boy's sphincter.
"Ugh!" Kyle groaned.
Ben was as gentle as he could be, and Kyle accommodated the full length of his prong like a trooper. Slowly at first, then faster and harder Ben fucked the novice beneath him, watching the increasing pleasure reflected in Kyle's face and in the expletives that flowed from his mouth.
After Ben had made the sperm deposit that certified that the youngster was no longer a cherry-boy, Kyle asserted that he couldn't have dreamed how wonderful it all had been. And Ben and Kyle treated themselves to many more sessions in the following months and years.
Roger, who didn't want to intimidate his son by being present at his deflowering, still videotaped the entire event without Kyle's knowledge. He and Ben often passed the time by watching what had gone on, and in response to Margaret's curiosity about Kyle's sexual preferences he let her see it. Roger even screened the tape for Kyle, when he turned eighteen.
As for Kyle, he became sexually active with many of his peers as his teen years rolled by. He never regretted his introduction to man sex, and he came to love Ben as he might love a favorite uncle.
He attended his father's prep school, but since Roger saw no reason for him to attend a religious college, he enrolled in the city's more prestigious state university as a day student.