Date: Sun, 25 Apr 2004 14:37:04 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: POP FINDS A WAY (INSTALLMENT 10)

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I awakened feeling disoriented and, upon seeing the room I was still in,
wanting immediately to close my eyes once again.  The blaring discord of my
trusty alarm clock, going off at 9:30 AM like clockwork, pardon the pun,
was as disturbing as usual.  Yet, of course I was well-aware, that there
were much bigger things on my plate than the small matter of my head
disturbed by a shrill alarm.  I knew that I had to get my mind and body
together on this one; and show Pop that I was not going to abandon him and,
instead, would do all within my means to be the best slut for Pop and
myself that I possibly could be.  Taking on the unknown did in some ways
fill me with a new-found sense of excitement.

Pop knocked on the door; and entered without even bothering to wait for me
to respond to come in.

"Well, I see you're up.  Jerry, you have ten minutes to shower and get
dressed and get down for breakfast.  I fixed breakfast today just to mark
this special milestone in your maturity.  I'm keeping it warm for you
downstairs.  I want you fully alert and in top form for what I will be
going over with you and preparing you for.  So, hop to it, 'sleepy bunny';
and look alive."

I did exactly as instructed, I even skipped my usual jacking off session in
the shower to save time.

Breakfast was absolutely scrumptious, it coming as much of a surprise to me
that Pop could really cook.  Waffles and french toast, all prepared
homemade from scratch, English muffins with orange marmalade, and freshly
squeezed orange juice, with dessert, a fresh fruit cup, thrown into the
mix.  I suddenly realized that I was quite hungry, literally famished.  I
surmised to myself that the stress I was under was catching up with me;
and, of course Pop was right, for me to perform my best in this new role I
had to have energy and lots of it.

I was smiling a great deal during the meal.  Pop surprised me by warmly
hugging me at the end, it was one of the very few times in my life I recall
him hugging me without me having hugged him first.

Soon we were seating in the living room, Pop on the sofa and me lounging on
a nearby peach-colored ridged-fabric-upholstered recliner.  Pop handed me a
piece of paper, with a neatly type schedule headed "JERRY'S ITINERARY".

"'Itinerary'?", I wondered to myself.  This struck me as odd, as I thought
to myself that I am not going anywhere, that no trip for me to travel to
someplace was in the works.

Then it eventually occurred to me, sort of sunk in, that I was indeed on a
journey of sorts, a journey of self-discovery.  I had no way of knowing,
however, if that was what Pop had in mind in his choice of language.

I recall feeling very surprised to see that there were three clients
scheduled for my initial "induction night", as Pop referred to it.  Seeing
this on paper, handed to me so officially, I realized that Pop indeed meant
business.  I listened closely, as Pop described in great detail each of the
clients and their likes and dislikes.  Pop, I guess one could say, was now
in effect my pimp.

"Chuck Miller, Jeff Layne, Bruce Gold.", Pop rattled off, more as if he
were reading a shopping list than one of my first clients.

I was trying in my mind to memorize the names, though for now I had them
before me on this piece of paper to refer to.

"But before we get to the clients, I want you to remember this: Put safety
first, by that I mean this: I will be giving each and every client a
condom, or what you probably know more commonly as "a rubber".  Don't
worry, I know about your latex allergy, so they will not be given latex
ones.  Nothing is one hundred percent protection against HIV infection and
AIDS, though I have researched this and it is definitely much less risk
with protection.  So you can't force the client to wear it of course,
though you definitely should encourage each client to put one on before
intercourse.  Understand, Jerry?"

I simply nodded, thinking to myself that maybe I should have paid closer
attention in hygiene class.

"I shopped around for the clients selected.  Most of them are married and
closeted as to their gay sides, most consider themselves 'bi-curious'; and
all lead respectable lives in business or government in the community.
Many of them have children, ranging in age from very young to adult.  You
are always to do your best to please the client, though never tolerate
anything other than gentle handling by a client.  Lord knows you are not
built for anything but gentle; so if the client becomes rough, the business
relationship must be terminated as soon as possible.  All clients will have
paid me in advance for the services desired, you won't be handling the
cash, a percentage of what is received will be going into your college fund
account I have set up at the bank."

I smiled, pleased at what I was hearing about my college fund being
restored.

"I would not smile just yet.  You have a great deal ahead of you to contend
with; and don't expect this first night to be a 'roll in the hay'."

My eyes widened at the ironic choice of words.

"You can refer to the client by his first name unless he tells you
otherwise.  Keep all friendly, cordial, and relaxed.  Chuck wants oral and
fully body massage with 'release'.  'Release' means you stroke and
otherwise touch his privates until he cums.  He is okay with kissing and
affection, though not into kissing involving open mouth and tongue action.
Chuck is scheduled for two hours, he and the other clients know about my
light knock on your door as a signal that time is up and each has five to
get dressed and out of your quarters.  Jeff wants anal intercourse, he
considers himself a top; and he loves to get into nipple play, both giving
and receiving, so just let him pleasure yours till his heart's content.  He
is scheduled for two and one-half hours.  He is uncomfortable with man-man
affection, so no kissing or hugging from your end.  Bruce is a cuddler and
snuggler and loves to kiss and hug and be kissed and hugged.  He is
scheduled for an overnight; and is down for 'the works', meaning all
vanilla that one can possibly do with a bottom goes.  Overnight clients
deserve your kindest treatment, as they bring in the most cash under this
arrangement.  Are you following all of this?"

"Yeah, I think so, Pop, I had no idea it would be this complex, but I think
I will be able to remember this stuff."

"Good, Jerry, your first client, as you can see from the schedule I gave
you, is down for 7:00 PM; and, by the way, that means 7:00 PM sharp, so
keep abreast of the time."

"Oh, okay, Ppppop.", I stammered, amazed that I was sounding so stupid to
my ear.

"In many ways, you are in the Army now, Jerry, so you will just have to
learn as you go along about discipline, self-discipline included, and
perseverance.  Now, I want you to go upstairs and go into your room and get
completely undressed, not a stitch should remain on.  Remain standing there
like that and wait there just like that for me.  I need to conduct a
'quality inspection'.  To make you feel more comfortable, I will be
completely nude myself."

Now I thought that perhaps I finally had lost it.  "Pop nude too?", I
thought to myself.

At this time, I did not perceive my pa as particularly attractive.  Yes, he
had pleasant-looking facial features and a sweet mouth with nice lips.  But
he like many men his age had let his body go to pot, so to speak.  I
remembered seeing him in swim trunks at the beach in July; and though he
seemed at ease, I felt so uncomfortable looking at his flabby body.  Pop is
probably about 280 pounds now; and most, if not all, of it is fat, not
muscle, as far as I can see.  Unlike Uncle Robby's protruding beer gut, Pop
did not have a one-spot problem area, but, instead, had multiple rolls of
blubber that sort of overlapped one another from his mid-chest down to his
waist.  Plus, though he had a decent thickness of hair on his chest that
was nice and masculine, he had droopy bulges of fat around his nips that
made it look like he needed to wear a bra.

It was true that I was learning lessons that were making me grow up much,
much faster than I could ever have anticipated.  Yet, in truth, I was still
in many ways a shy, naive, trusting teen who felt vulnerable to all, to all
unknown.  So as I hurriedly took off my clothes in what used to be a room I
recognized as my own, I wondered whether Pop was up to something, his
choice to be nude, to be nude in my presence, arousing my suspicions and,
as I looked down toward the floor, surprisingly arousing something else as
well.

Withing two or three moments, I was fully hard.  I heard Pop's footsteps as
he neared my door.  The child in me panicked, I did not want Pop to see me
like this.  Yet, at the same time, I was very much turned on by the
uncertainty of just what his reaction to my hardon would be.  I quickly
turned my back to face the doorway, hoping that by the time Pop inspected
my front, the darn thing would be down.  I took a deep breath to prepare
myself for what was to come.