Monday, January 30, 2012

The Pimp

“Your brother told me you had a big dick,” said the man. My jeans were half-off , the waist clinging to my thighs just above the knee. I had a pair of black trunks on. Their elastic band still clung to my left hip. He’d pulled down the right side, though, exposing my cock. “He was right.”

I was still stiff from the last half-hour, during which we’d wrestled for dominance on his bed. We’d kissed, and pinned down each other’s arms and attacked each other’s necks and lobes and chins with our mouths and tongues. We’d ground our privates against each other until they hurt. I’d been pumping out precum during that entire time. I could feel the cold wet patch against the skin of my leg. “My brother’s not a liar,” I said, by way of not seeming to want to be big-headed and agree with him.

“Fuck,” he said, going down on me. His mouth was full of my dick for several long moments before he came up for air again. “I’m glad he told me to get in touch with you.” He was about to go down on me again, but he paused. “Does he pimp you out like this often?”

One of the things that Mikey will do, from time to time, is to run across some guy online that he thinks of as absolutely perfect for my tastes. After all, who knows me better? There’ve been a few occasions when he’ll simply give me a profile name to look at and leave it at that. But most of the time, he seems to know that I prefer to be the pursued than the pursuer, and he’ll go straight to the guy and extol my virtues. I haven’t had the privilege of actually reading any of these missives, but I kind of imagine they’re a lot like my agent writes when she’s trying to sell one of my works. Fantastic strength! Broad appeal! Available cheap!

I know it’s happened when I get an email out of the blue. Hey, it’ll be titled, or I know this sounds weird. Then the first line will be, Your brother contacted me on here and he said you and I should get together.
Yeah. Mikey pimps me out pretty often.

He has a good eye, too. He’s hooked me up with slutty boys who haven’t yet outgrown their abuse of Axe body spray, and sexy silver foxes who make me weak the knees. He’s hooked me up with piggy bears I’ve found super-attractive, and handsome muscle gods whose attentions made me nervous, but who were so turned on by one brother pimping another that they couldn’t resist giving me a try.

When they contact me, these men, I always feel obligated to apologize first. Oh jeez, I’m sorry, I’ll say. He really shouldn’t do that. He’s just trying to look out for me, especially now that we’re a thousand miles apart. Apologies seem to be unnecessary, really. Most men find it perversely hot, or at least don’t mind that Mikey’s pointed them in my direction.

An agent would take her fifteen percent, of course. When I lived in Michigan, close to Mikey, his cut would be the pleasure of hearing me replay the encounter for him in person, when we were alone and exchanging confidences. If he could, he’d try to get into the guy’s pants himself. This year, though, he has to be content with chatting to me about it online, or remotely, or hearing about it from the guy himself, if I’ve been busy.

This guy was one of the silver foxes—a tall and handsome older guy who lived with his lover in a big house not far from me. He turned out to be a good lovemaker, once I got him to shut up talking about taking down his Christmas decorations and the weather. I fucked him three times and was in an almost-unconscious bliss for a half-hour when he treated me to a back and neck rub. Then I went down on my knees, right before I left, and sucked him off—start to finish, in less than two minutes.

“Holy shit,” he said, staggering back into the wall so hard that his tchotchkes leapt alarmingly on the ornamental shelves behind him. “Your brother didn’t tell me you could do that.”

Apparently I need to get Mikey to write some better agent letters.

22 comments:

  1. Ha! Mikey's slacking off in his agent duties. He needs to come out and watch you work so he remembers what to tell those guys. In all seriousness though, I think it is cool he does that for you. I'm an only child, but if I had a brother, I would like to tthink he would help me get some play every now and then.

    -Ace

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    1. He'd probably give you noogies and wedgies instead. Just warning you.

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  2. Just goes to show that even though miles may separate you, brotherly love wins out

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  3. If I remember right, it was Mikey who first suggested I chat you up on BBRT. He told me you were headed more or less my way sooner or later and we might get on well. He's a fine judge, your brother. Wish him well and send him my thanks!

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    1. I believe he did, RedPhillip, but I thought you were reading me before that happened? I know you were a fan when I was still in MI.

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    2. It was so close in time (me starting to read you and Mikey's kind introduction) that I can't remember just which one happened first. I recall it was before your first extended trip to CT. Maybe I'll go back in the archives and find the entries that strike me as the first I read... For however long it's been, I greatly value your stories and our conversations. It will be fun to test Mike's hypothesis that we'll make good play partners; sooner or later the gods of logistics will make that possible. ;-)

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  4. Mikey loves to do it. I have gotten many referals from him, two in just the last few weeks as a matter of fact. And he has never steered me wrong--many types of men--but all fun. In his and my case, I usually try to include him when I meet up with his chosen "do I have a piece of ass for you" men.

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    1. I know Mikey looks out for you, too, FelchingPisser. And he is awfully good at knowing my type--I'm glad he knows yours, too.

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  5. Lucky you. The closest my brother came to pimping me out was telling his friends he thought I was gay, before I was old enough to know it was true. I'm glad you guys look out for each other, and sad he has to listen from a distance.

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    1. Thank you, Kevin.

      And as for your brother...I guess he had good primitive gaydar?

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    2. Actually, I'm pretty sure I'd outed myself before I was six through a combination of a complete lack of interest in sports and a group of interests that no self-respecting male in small-town Saskatchewan could tolerate. I'm pretty sure my entire family knew before I did.

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  6. That last part made me laugh. Isnt it great when you can surprise someone with a skill like that?

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  7. Wow Rob,
    Another hot post my dear friend. I think you are back on track in your new location man. Nobody knows all the skills that you have in you and i'm sure that you have plenty of them. It looks that he was very surprise at what you gave him for a finish and i'm sure he was really glad that you did. Thank you again for another amazing post.

    Yves

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    1. I might be back on track here, Yves. It's still not quite the constant orgy I had in my previous location, though. Love you, man.

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  8. Wow, I might need Mikey's agent skills. It'd be nice if he could get you to come down my way again. ;)

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    1. I know there are men who'd pimp you out, Writer. I know it!

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  9. "Most men find it perversely hot." You can definitely count me in as part of that group. Definitely.
    --jonking

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    1. I'm glad you fall in that category, Jonking. :-)

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  10. Rob,

    So hot that Mikey pimps you out. I wish my brother would do that but since he doesn't my regular tricks are my pimps.

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