Date: 10 Jul 2001 10:02:47 -0700
From: TS Candyman <tscandyman@icqmail.com>
Subject: Daddy Daddy Part 11

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Daddy Daddy Part 11 -- Share and share alike

I was heartbroken.  I stood there watching as Kyle and Steven hugged and
kissed.  At least I had gotten to have sex with him one more time.  Steven
was Kyle's best friend from high school.  From what Cheryl had told me they
were inseparable since they first met in third grade.  Kyle had told me
that right before he left that Steven had confessed his love for Kyle.  I
don't know if he was aware of it, but I believed Kyle felt the same way.

"How did you get here," Kyle said finally as they broke their kiss.

"I took the bus," Steven replied.  I took a long look at him.  From his
stance and the way he spoke, I knew something was wrong.

"Your parents don't know where you are, do they," I asked.

Steven turned and looked at me.  I could see various emotions cross his
face.  "No and for all I care, they can think I dropped off the face of the
planet."

Kyle looked at him surprised.  "What happened," he asked.

"They found out," he said.

"Found out what," I asked.  I already knew but I wanted him to confirm
this.

"That I'm queer."  Steven said bluntly.  "They through me out."

"Well you can stay with us," Kyle said before I could even agree.  "Can't
he, Dad?"

"And where is he going to sleep," I asked.  I held up my hand as Kyle got
ready to start in on me.  I knew he wanted Steven to stay and I had every
intention of letting him.  I wanted some information first though.  "First
let's deal with this one thing at a time.  Your folks?  I think you should
call them."

"Look," Steven said going on the defense, "I'm eighteen.  They have no say
in my life any more.  They threw their youngest child out on the street.
So they can go fuck themselves.  You want to talk to them, you are more
than welcome."

"Okay," I replied.  "That clears your view on them.  How did this happen,"
I asked.  I motioned for them to sit down on the couch.  It pained me to
see Kyle sitting with his hand on Steven's as they sat down side by side.
Even through the concern on his face, I could tell that Kyle was elated to
have best friend here.

Steven took a deep breath.  Kyle whispered that everything was going to be
okay.  It was like a knife twisting my chest.

"I was talking with Kyle last week on the phone," he started.  "He was
telling me about how life was here with you.  He. . . . . kind of told me
how he was looking forward to spending a few days with your friend.  Lou I
think.  Anyway, I got to telling Kyle about this dream I had about him and
. . . .someone else.  Well I heard a click on the phone but didn't think
anything of it.  It wasn't until after I got off the phone I realized that
my mother was home.  She seemed rather distant to me but again I didn't
think a thing of it.  I knew she had been under a lot of stress at work.

"Then a few days ago I came in from work and my Dad was waiting for me at
the door with my suitcase," he said.  I could see he was fighting back the
tears.  "He had found my journal.  I had in there a few entries
about. . . .Kyle and some. . . .about things in my head.

"That's when he told me that my mother had overhead my conversation on the
phone.  He told me that he wasn't going to have a faggot boy in his home or
his family.  I tried to talk to them but every time I came near them Dad
would push me away from him or away from Mom.  I cleaned out my bank
account and bought a bus ticket to Atlanta.  I didn't know what else to do
or where else to go.  Kyle, what am I going to do," he asked sobbing.  Kyle
took him in his arms and looked at me.

"What about Ian," Kyle asked.  "That's his older brother."  Kyle said this
last to me since I didn't know who Ian was.

"He's always been Dad's favorite.  I'm sure Dad has told him and that he
feels the same way they do," Steven said.

He seemed pretty sure of his family.  I glanced at the clock and realized
that it was after midnight.  "It's late," I said.  "You can stay here
tonight.  We'll talk more in the morning about your situation and how to go
about rectifying it and if you should stay here on a permanent basis."

"Thanks, Dad," Kyle said looking relieved.  "Steven, you need some sleep.
Let me get you some pillows and a cover.  You can sleep on the couch."

I closed my eyes.  "No, Kyle," I said forcing myself.  "You two sleep in
the bed.  I'll take the couch."

Kyle looked at me.  Steven spoke first though.  "Mr. Reynolds, I can't do
that.  I couldn't sleep in your bed with Kyle," he blurted.

"Steven, you need someone to comfort you.  You came all this way to be with
my son.  I know that he would do anything in the world for you," I said.
"You two should be there for each other."

Kyle looked at me surprised.  "Dad, you're crying."

I hadn't realized it but tears had come down my cheek.  "I'll live," I
replied heading for the closet where I kept the extra blankets and such.  I
got just past Steven when he started to reach out.  "Yes?"

"I. . .I. . .just. . ."  I found myself in a bear hug from Steven.  "Thank
you for letting me stay the night."  This last he whispered to me.  I
hugged him back.

"I'm a soft touch for cute young guys," I said.  I went to grab my extra
blankets and a pillow.

I listened as Steven asked about a shower before sleeping.  Kyle took him
in to the bathroom.

I had decided that I was going to leave them to themselves for the night.
"Lou, I need a favor," I said as soon as he answered the phone.  "Can you
put me up for the night?"

"Of course," he said.  "Come on over.  Something wrong?"

"Tell ya when I get there," I said.

I had quickly slipped into my shoes on and grabbed my keys and wallet when
Kyle came out of the shower.  Apparently he had stayed in there to talk
with Steven some more.

"Where you going," he asked.

"I changed my mind.  I'm going to Lou's," I said heading for the door.

"Dad, wait," Kyle said coming after me.  "What's going on?  I can tell
there's something on your mind."

"We'll talk later.  Right now, Steven needs you," I said looking towards
the bathroom.  "He'd be more relaxed if I wasn't here."

"But, Dad," he said looking me in the eye.  "I need you."

"Don't worry, you'll have me," I said.  I kissed him on his lips and hugged
him.  Before I could change my mind again I left.

I had made it just outside the building when I ran into some friends.
"Tony!  Frankie!"

"Hey, Kane," Tony said hugging me "Hope you didn't mind with it being late
and all but we just came from the club and were gonna say hey and visit."

"Yeah, we knew you were back tonight but not sure when you got into town,"
Frankie said taking his turn to wrap himself around me.  He gave my ass a
squeeze.

"Are you okay," Tony asked looking at me.

"Um, yeah, I'm fine.  But right now isn't a good time to be at the flat," I
said looking back up at the windows to my place.  For a moment I thought I
saw Kyle in the window of the living room looking down.  "How about we go
some place?"

"Whatcha got in mind," Frankie asked with a wicked grin.

"Name your pleasure," I replied putting an arm around each of them and
walking back towards their car.

"Well, how about we go dancing for a little bit at Charlie's and then take
it from there," Tony said slipping his arm around my waist.

Before I knew it we were at Charlie's Place.  We ordered some drinks and
watched the men dancing.  I ordered a shot of Jaeger and a coke chaser.  I
downed both.  Tony grabbed my hand and pulled on me.  "Let's go," he said
heading for the floor.  "I've been wanting to dance with you since I first
met you."

I felt Frankie grab the loop on my shorts in the back and he followed.
"Amen to that, bro."

We got on the floor.  I felt the alcohol hitting my system.  We all began
dancing to the music.  I hadn't been out dancing in a long time -- much
less with two gorgeous men.  More than once I saw other men staring at us
and some of them trying to piece together our story.

After an hour of dancing we took a break.  It was than that I decided to
make a point of calling Lou and canceling my original plans.  He had
figured that I wasn't coming over tonight and made me promise to call him
tomorrow.  I also called my assistant to let her know I would not be in the
office in the morning.  When I made it back to the table where the brothers
were waiting they had already ordered me another shot and cola.

We cut up and danced until they closed the bar.  By then I had had several
more drinks.  It took both Tony and Frankie on either side to help me to
their car.  I must have passed out because the next thing I know Frankie
was helping me out of the car and into their apartment.

"Want to sleep in our bed or in the spare bedroom," Tony asked as I
staggered into the living room.

"With you two," I said giggling a little.  "I want to spend the night with
my two Latino angels."

I made into their bedroom with Frankie leading the way.  I liked the look
of his denim encased ass he walked.  He must have removed his shoes when we
came in because he was barefoot.  I found him sexy that way.  Especially as
he removed his shirt as we walked down the hallway.

As we entered their bedroom Frankie turned around and had me in his arms.
"Hey, bro, think he can stay awake long enough to make this worth our
time?"  Frankie stared into my eyes the entire time he spoke.  He started
removing my shirt.  I felt Tony's hands move around my waist and start
undoing my belt and pants.  I kicked off my shoes.

"Kids," I mumbled as I leaned into Frankie and kissed him.  Frankie broke
the kiss long enough to pull my shirt off of me.  Tony's hands moved up
from my waist to play with my chest.  Each hand zeroed in on my nipple
rings.  He began tugging and twisting them playfully as he licked the back
of my neck.

"Looks like we get to make a Daddy sandwich," Tony muttered.  "You're our
daddy tonight."

"And we're gonna show Daddy what lovin' is all about," Frankie said licking
my neck.

"So you two are going to be Daddy's little boys, huh," I asked.  "Well,
'Son', Daddy wants you to lick and chew on his tits."  Without any help
from me Frankie began chewing on my right nipple.  Before I realized it
Tony had moved around and had taken my left one in his mouth.

As they moved down my body they pushed my pants down to my ankles.  Finally
I just kicked them off.  They guided me to the edge of the bed and had me
lean back so that my legs dangled off the edge.  I felt their hands on my
caressing me.  Then I felt one of them tonguing my nuts.  Just as I was
getting into the feeling the other began licking my cock.  The double
sensation was wonderful.  They kept this up for some time.  Every few
minutes they would switch.  At one point they both deserted my dick and
each took a nut in their mouths and tried kissing each other that way.

"Uhnn," I moaned, "I'm gonna shoot if you two keep that up."

"That's the idea," I heard one of them mumble around my dick.  Then I felt
them both licking my cock and kissing each other with the head of my dick
on mouth or the other.  I lifted my head to watch them kiss and that was
all it took.  I started shooting.  My whole body went rigid as wave after
wave of pure ecstasy wracked through me.  As I lay in the afterglow of my
orgasm Frankie asked me to scoot further up on the bed.  With Tony's help I
was able to.

Tony leaned down and kissed me on the lips.  He was such a sweet kisser.  I
still remembered the first night I kissed him vividly.  I would have sworn
he was getting better.  As I kissed Tony I felt my legs being lifted and
Frankie nuzzling his face into my ass.  His tongue felt good as he licked
up and down my crack.

Tony pulled away and straddled my chest.  He lowered himself so that his
back was to Frankie and his prick was pointed down my throat.  After the
fantastic blowjob I had received, I was more than willing to return the
favor.  I began slowly sucking his dick as his brother worked my ass.  God
did he know how to rim a man's ass.  It was like Frankie was trying to
crawl in there.

I last track of time, and honestly, I didn't care.  I felt Frankie work in
his fingers into my ass.  The more he finger fucked me the more I went to
town on his big brothers dick.  I had a hand on each of Tony's ass cheeks,
kneading them and guiding him in and out of my mouth.

It didn't take long before Frankie decided that I was loose enough for his
thick stick.  He lifted my legs so that they were flat against his chest
and he rubbed the hair on them with one hand while guiding his cock to my
hole.  He slowly pushed into me.  It was excruciatingly slow -- I never
knew anyone with that kind of patience or will.  Several times I clamped
down on him to encourage Frankie to speed things up.  But he continued
feeding my hole that monster cock slowly until he I felt his pubes
scratching at my ass.

Then I felt him wrap my legs around his waist as he leaned forward and
started an in and out motion.  "He may be slow now," Tony said licking his
lips, "but give him a minute to start really pounding your ass."

I just moaned agreement.  I felt something wet on my left hand and realized
that Frankie was licking my fingers.  I lifted my hand away from ony's ass.
Without missing a beat on my ass, Frankie took my hand and started lubing
my fingers with his spit.  He then guided my hand back to Tony's ass.  I
got the hint and started fingering Tony.  Tony let out a small gasp.  "Oh
yeah, daddy, fuck my hole with those long fingers," he moaned.

I then felt Frankie's tongue at his hole.  He was started to really get
into fucking me and at the same time, he was tonguing my fingers in his
brother's ass.  This was too hot.  Tony was moaning.  I worked in two
fingers and opened up his hole.  In response he practically growled as
Frankie shoved his tongue between my fingers and further up into his
brother.

Tony lost it and started shooting his load down my throat.  I actually
started shooting a second time all over my stomach which practically glued
Frankie and I together.  I clamped down on his cock and he began shooting
up my ass.  After a few minutes we all finally untangled.

"Being as intoxicated as I am," I muttered from between the two of them, "I
didn't think I could ever cum twice like that."

"All in the technique," Frankie said laying his head on my chest.  Tony
grunted agreement and laid his head on my chest from the other side.  "You
never did tell us why you were leaving your flat so late in the night."

In my drunken stupor and the amazing sex, I had been able to keep that
topic out of my head.  All at once it came rushing to me.  "Hey, you okay,"
Tony asked raising his head.  "You're crying..."

Once again I had lost it.  I explained the situation to them and got myself
under better control.  I was drunk still but not enough where I couldn't
rein in my emotions (with a lot of control that is).

"Um, weren't you the one that told me that sharing helps you to better
appreciate what you have," Tony asked me.  I looked at him.  "Seems to me,
that you are jumping to conclusions.  Now I am not saying that your
relationship with Kyle hasn't changed.  And maybe the sex will stop.  But
until you sit down and talk with him about this situation, then you don't
know where it is headed.  I know that for Frankie and I, the sex will
always be there.  Even if we found other boyfriends, my relationship with
my brother is stronger.  Frankie will always be there for me and I will
always be there for him.  Boyfriends may come and go and they will have to
accept this aspect of our lives.  Although judging from some of the guys
we've met I don't think that will be a problem."

"More guys are into this than we originally though," Frankie added.  "How
about you get some sleep and then have a long talk with Kyle tomorrow?"

"Thanks, guys," I muttered.

"Hey, what are sons for," Tony asked.

I tossed that around my head.  What are sons for?  I knew that Kyle would
be my son no matter what else happened.  Wasn't that enough?