Date: Tue, 11 Aug 2015 00:53:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dipsticks Part Ten M/b Incest

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Chapter Ten: "A Whale Of A Bartender's Tale"

It was nearly noon on Wednesday, when the crowds began to arrive at
Dipsticks.  It was sunny and warm out.  A truly beautiful day to celebrate
gay pride.  The bar had been decorated with rainbow flags, banners and
posters.  Even the self-serve gas station across the street had been decked
out with pride colors, in anticipation of the days celebration.

You might think it strange for a place like Dipsticks to be hosting a gay
pride event but it was the only local gay bar, that could do it now that
there was a moratorium on large crowds within city limits.  Fortunately for
us, the bar was far enough outside the city, that we could circumvent the
ban.  Which meant we were going to be host to a much larger number of
customers than we'd ever been in the past.

It was very exciting and a unique honor worthy of documenting.  So I
promised Roger that I would take lots of pictures of the days festivities.
I started by standing outside the front gate and snapped pictures of all
the colorful decorations.  There were rainbow flags positioned along the
chain-link fence of the patio and rainbow colored solo-cups stuck in the
fencing; Both to add a burst of color and also to block the view of inside
from passerby's.  I snapped a few pictures of it as the sunlight
illuminated the cups, making the wall glow in bright rainbow colors.

Then I turned around and took a few shots of the firetruck, parked across
the street at the gas station; Which had just arrived at Roger's
invitation.  I watched as four very handsome firemen climbed out of the
firetruck marked 'Engine #69' and adjusted the focus to snap a few closeup
shots of them in their uniforms.  They weren't suited up but they had on
their firemen's pants and dark blue uniform shirts, each with a rainbow
button pinned to them.

They stood around by their firetruck for several minutes, until Roger
noticed them and made his way out to greet them.  I caught a glimpse of him
wearing his blue jeans, white short sleeve shirt and cowboy hat as he
stepped out of the front door to the bar and crossed the street.  It was
then, that I snapped a few shots of him, before turning my attention to the
crowds walking around the parking lot.

They were gathering around the different vendor booths that had been in the
grass along the road.  Most of them were just looking at not really buying
much but it was good see that they had come to support gay pride.  We were
so far off the beaten path, that I honestly didn't expect as many people to
show up as had.  The crowd appeared to be made up of about 10% men and a
whopping 90% who thought they were women.  I say thought, because they were
some of the most feminine acting guys I'd seen in a long time.

Now don't get me wrong, I support all gay people regardless of how they
look or act.  It's just that I have a personal preference for the more
manly, butch sort of guys.  The feminine ones are great at stirring up
drama and bottoming for a top like it's a professional sport but those high
pitched voices, lisps and limp wrists tend to get under my skin after
awhile.  It didn't take me long to tire of watching them and turn my focus
back to the patio behind me.

As I turned around, Nathan was walking passed and he asked me if I'd help
him get ready for work.  It was strange to see him fully dressed for a
change.  Though even in his loose fitting shorts and tank top, he was still
wearing less than me.  Because I was dressed in my regular work clothes.
My blue jeans and black tank top.  Which some of the patrons who'd seen me
wear so often, had begun to ask if I had anything else in my closet.

Of course I did.  I just preferred the simplicity of wearing the same thing
to work everyday.  I changed my shirt up from time to time as I had lots of
them but the jeans, well, they were my favorite and it would take an army
of men to get me out of them.  Or at least a cute little boy.  Although not
everyone knew that.  They also didn't know that if they ever got close
enough to me, they could probably smell the cum on them.

Yeah, there was something very comfortable about wearing my worn-out,
cum-stained, dirty blue jeans all the time.  Plus I thought they seemed
rather befitting the bar.  I was after all the only bartender and as such,
I was representing my place of work.  So when people saw the way I dressed,
I figured they saw what kind of place Dipsticks was; A dirty, cum-stained,
filthy, dive bar on an otherwise deserted stretch of road, right off the
interstate and proud of it.

I followed Nathan in through the side door to the backroom hallway and
joined him inside Roger's office.  There, he and I talked for a few minutes
while he got undressed.

"It's gonna be off the chain today."  He said as he pulled off his shirt
and laid it on the desk.

I set my camera down and said, "Yeah, it's gonna be wild.  I just hope it
doesn't get too wild, you know?  At least not until later tonight."

He nodded and took off his shorts to reveal his skinny, naked, teen body to
me.  I glanced down at his 3" uncut boy dick as it dangled between his
legs.  It was small for a boy his age but I found that to be an endearing
quality about him.  However, the more closely I looked at it the more I
noticed that he was in need of a shave.  It wasn't much but he did have a
noticeable bit of fuzz growing in at the base of his shaft.

I reached over and ran my fingers over it gently to gauge it's growth and
he smiled at me.

"What you planning on wearing to get things started?"  I asked as I gently
brushed my fingers through his fuzz.

He reached over and picked up a plastic bag containing rainbow colored
outfits.

First was a speedo, which he held up to show to me and asked, "What do you
think?"

"Hmm, not bad."  I replied.

Then he set it down and picked up a jockstrap and asked, "How about this?"

"Hmm...  I don't know.  Maybe try it on first and let's see."  I replied.

He nodded and I moved my hand away so he could he slip the jockstrap on.
It fit him perfectly.  It was tight and showed off just the right amount of
skin.  I had him turn around for me, so I could check out his skinny little
ass in it.  It was then, that I noticed more fuzz and ran my hand over his
bony ass cheeks.

"Feels like you could use a trim."  I said.

"Yeah, I thought you'd say that."  He said with a nodd.

"But otherwise, I think the jock's the best choice."  I said and patted him
on the ass.

"Cool."  He said with a smile.

Then he reached across Roger's desk and picked up a can of shaving cream
and a razor.

He held them in his hands and asked, "You mind?"

I grinned and took the shaving supplies in hand.  He smiled and pushed the
door open, and I followed him back out into the hallway.  Just as we came
to the side door, I had the strange feeling I was being watched.  I glanced
back toward the end of the hallway and did a double-take, when I noticed a
short black silhouette staring back at me in the red glow of the open door.

Before Nathan could open the side door to exit, I got his attention and
handed him the shaving supplies.  Then I told him to go on and I'd meet him
in the men's room shortly.  He nodded and stepped outside into the bright
glow of the patio.

Once the door closed behind him, I made my way back down the hallway to the
open backroom door and knelt down in the doorway.  That's where I found Pup
in all his nakedness.  Bruno had left him in the backroom for the duration
of our open hours but he'd become curious about what was going on outside
and was snooping around the hallway.

"What you doing, huh?"  I asked playfully and scooped him up in my arms.

His tiny, hairless body clung to me as I carried him back into the safety
of the backroom and closed the door behind us.  The room was cold and
devoid of any natural light.  Only the red lights in the concrete stalls
illuminated the room.  That was just enough light for me to see my way
around and over to the small bed along the wall opposite the stalls.

I sat down on the bed and held him in my lap as he licked and sniffed my
neck and face.  I could tell he was in a playful mood and with no else
around to play with, he was getting antsy.  I caressed his back and rubbed
his tiny ass, while I asked him if he needed anything.

Of course he didn't answer me vocally and instead simply shook his head no.
Then I told him he needed to stay in the backroom for his own safety.  The
last thing we needed was for someone to see him and freak out.  It was
dangerous enough having kids around a bar, especially during open hours but
having a naked little boy there made it even more so.

I could tell he really didn't want to spend all day in the dark backroom,
while everyone else was outside having fun.  Even in the backroom we could
hear the music playing outside in the patio and it was only natural for him
to be curious.  However, just like with cats, curiosity could be a very
dangerous trait for a little slave boy to have.

I knew I couldn't spend too much time with him as I had to get back to
Nathan but I also couldn't stand the thought of leaving him all alone in
the backroom all day.  So after taking a minute to grope him a bit more and
fondle his tiny cocklet, the thought crossed my mind to leave the backroom
door open and instead lock the side door to the hallway.  That way he was
free to roam around a little more freely and could even see outside through
the boarded up window in Roger's office.

After informing him of my idea, I carried him back to the office and
cleared the desk off.  Then I set him down on it, next to Nathan's bag of
clothes and adjusted one of the boards in the window so that he could peek
outside.  He was quick to crawl over to the newly open port and stared
outside at the people arriving.  Roger's office was dark with the lights
off and since Pup was dark skinned, no one could see him inside looking.

I rubbed his back one last time before leaving and he gave me the happiest
little smile.  Then I told him I'd be back to check on him later but that
if he needed anything all he had to do was ring the backroom bell.  There
was a second bell inside the backroom and I was pretty sure he could reach
it.  He nodded and kissed me on the cheek.

Then I exited the office, stepped into the hallway and out to the patio;
Where I locked the door behind me, before continuing on to the men's room.
As I made my way across the crowded patio, I'd completely forgotten about
my camera being in Roger's office.  It wouldn't occur to me that I'd left
it there until much later in the day.

When I stepped into the main room of the bar, I found Bruno working behind
the counter, dressed in his leather pants and harness, and he asked me if I
was planning to get to work anytime soon.  I told him I was going to start
shortly but that I first had to help Nathan get ready.  He rolled his eyes
at me and I rushed into the men's room.

As I walked in, I saw Nathan standing at the sink at back of the room.  He
handed me the razor and shaving cream, and told me that Bruno was looking
for me.  I told him I already knew and he bent over for me to lather his
ass with shaving cream.  I got down on my knees behind him and he slipped
his jock down so I could spread the cream over his bony little ass.

Then I handed him the can and went to town shaving his cheeks perfectly
smooth.  It didn't take but a few minutes, before I had him nice and
hairless again.  I asked him if he wanted me to do the front and he shook
his head no.  When I asked him why, he said it was just in case someone
sneaked a peek at his dick; He wanted there to be at least some hair there,
so they wouldn't think he was underage.

He had a good point, since he was definitely underage.  However, most
people never questioned it.  In fact, his questionable age was about to be
put to the test.  You see, I'd just finished with him when we heard someone
come walking in and turned to see one of the most handsome of the handsome
firemen come walking in.

He nodded politely to us as he approached the trough urinal and unzipped
the front of his pants to take a piss.  We both watched intently for his
dick to come into view and were impressed by it's size once it finally
emerged.  He had a nice heavy looking tool and full bladder from the sound
of it.

I stopped staring after a few moments and picked the shaving supplies to
leave but Nathan on the other hand; Well, he kept staring until the guy
flashed him a clear shot of his package.  At which point, the kid
seductively pulled his jock back up and walked over to him to begin
flirting.  I got a chuckle out of him trying to chat the dude up but when
it actually seemed to be working, that's when I had to take a step back.

I couldn't imagine what such a handsome fireman could see him in.  I mean,
Nathan wasn't bad looking by any means but he was just a skinny kid.  Of
course, the fireman didn't know how old he was and apparently didn't even
find his hairless ass questionable.  I suppose I should have been surprised
though.  After all he was a gay fireman so the usual rules of attraction
applied or so I told myself.  I could just see the personal ad playing out
in my head; 'Handsome, hung, older top seeks young, skinny, bottom boy.'

As I stood there becoming jealous of the kid, I suddenly had the urge to
take a piss.  So I set the shaving supplies back down at the sink and took
a position at the trough urinal.  Then I whipped out my dick and started
pissing.  Honestly, I half expected one of them to look over and check me
out.  But would you believe they didn't even give me a passing glance?
Talk about rude.

I was starting to get a real complex as I stood there feeling ignored.
That is until I saw a familiar face come walking in.  I glanced at the long
mirror and spotted James as he came in through the open doorway.  He walked
right passed those two and right up to me.

Then he glanced over at them talking and flirting for a second, before
turning his attention back to me.  He had a grin on his face as he leaned
in close and kissed me.  His tongue slipped passed my lips and into my
mouth.  The next thing I knew he had his hand on my dick and was gently
stroking it as we made-out passionately, right in front of them.

They must have taken the hint, because it wasn't long after that, that they
both up and left the room.

That's when James broke our kiss and looked over toward where Nathan and
the firemen had been standing to say, "Amateurs..."

I couldn't help but laugh to myself when I heard that and he smiled at me.

"You're early."  I said.

"An you're hard."  He replied as he shook my stiff dick with his hand.

Having my Brother's hand on me like that had brought my 7" to full
erection.

"An who's fault's that?"  I asked with a smirk.

He shot me a devilish grin and continued to stroke me.

Then he noticed the shaving cream and razor on the sink and asked, "You
shave in here?"

"Not exactly."  I replied, "I was getting Nate ready for work.  He's gonna
have an ass like a Wookie when he's older.  Someone's gotta keep it in
control until then."

That brought a smile to James' face and he said, "Come to think of it, I
could use a shave...  And a fuck."

He had me so hard, he didn't have to say another word.  Luckily for me, he
was wearing his gray sweatpants and a t-shirt.  Which made gaining access
to him a breeze.  I reached down and yanked his sweats down with a
quickness.  Then he let go of my dick and bent over for me, while I moved
in behind him and pressed the head of my dick to his cheeks.

"What?  No shave first?"  He asked jokingly.

"No time.  Fuck first, shave later."  I replied and guided the tip between
his cheeks.

I felt the soft, warm center of his hole brush against the head of my dick
and shoved myself in deep.

"Ohhh!  Ohhhhmmm!!!  Mmmmmmm!!!!"  He moaned and became weak at the knees.

I grabbed his hips to steady him and went to pumping his hot fuck hole.  My
balls slapped his nearly perfectly smooth ass cheeks and I knew from the
way they felt, that he didn't need a shave.  But he definitely needed a
fuck and I was going to give to him.

"Yeah, Mmmmmm.  Fuck me little bro."  He moaned.

Hearing him begging for me to fuck him really turned me on and soon I was
giving his ass a serious pounding.  His warm, hungry hole gripped my shaft
as I thrust myself in and out of it.  The feeling of our skin meeting in
the depths of his hole, sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.

However, as much as I was enjoying it, I also knew I had to hurry things up
and get back to work.  The day was going to be super busy and I couldn't
neglect my duties, regardless of my desire to spend more time with my
Brother.

I held his hips tight and drilled his ass as hard as I could, as I focused
on dumping my load inside him.

At the pace I was working his asshole, it didn't take long before I felt my
load beginning to build and called out his name, "Ohhhhhmmm, James!"

"Mmmmmmmmm!  Give me that hot load."  He moaned.

"Yeah?  Yeah you want it?"  I asked, "I'll give it to you.  Mmmmmmm.  Gonna
put it all the way up your ass."

"Yeah, Mmmmmmmm."  He moaned.

Then I pulled him hard against me and slammed myself balls deep.  My dick
throbbed as my load of steaming hot seed spurted up and into his hungry
fuck hole.

"Auuuggghhhmmmmmmm!!!!!"  I groaned as my body shook.

I could hear him breathing hard as he received my load and I was about out
of breath myself.  It felt amazing to get that load off inside my Brother
but I'd nearly worn myself out in the process.  As I took a minute to catch
my breath, I laid my head down on his back.

We were fortunately that no one had come in and interrupted us and to be
honest, I think I could have stayed with him like that for at least an hour
longer.  But I barely had enough time to let my dick go somewhat soft
again, before I was pulling out of him in preparation to leave the room.
As much as I didn't want to I had to get back behind the counter and take
over for Bruno.

I tucked my dick back into my jeans and a few drops of cum smeared inside,
adding to the already fragrant deposits of old cum residue.  Then I reached
over and grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser to wipe Jame's ass
clean.  He was wearing sweats and unlike my dirty jeans, they made it hard
to disguise a cum stain.

Once I had him cleaned me up, I kissed me and said, "Thanks, dude.  I
totally needed that."

He grinned and replied, "Anytime, bro.  That's what big Brothers are for."

We kissed one last time, before I watched him pull his sweats back up.
Then I picked up the shaving supplies to remove them from the men's room
and he followed me back out to the main room of the bar.  As we stepped
out, I as surprised at how busy the place had become.  There wasn't a free
seat in the house.  It was literally standing room only and Bruno looked
like he was about ready to toss in the towel if someone didn't come and
help him serve customers.

I must have shot a massive load, because I felt a few pounds lighter after
stepping out of the men's room.  I almost wanted to get a look at how James
was walking to see if he was being weighed down in the ass.  But instead I
had to leave him standing by the men's room doorway and rushed behind the
counter to lend a Bruno hand.  After placing the shaving supplies on the
shelf below the cash register, I started taking drink orders.  Despite the
time of day, it seemed like everyone wanted expensive mixed drinks.  I
suppose that had a lot to do with the type of men we were serving.

Dipsticks might have been a dirty dive bar, which normally wouldn't have
been of any interest to the so called 'high class' gays but with the gay
pride celebration taking place there, it seemed like every snobby,
classless, flaming-queen in the tri-city area had just walked through our
doors.  I couldn't tell you how many cocktails we made for those bitchy
queens but Bruno made it a point to charge them extra if they looked like
they could afford it.

Luckily none of them noticed how badly we were price gouging them and the
money was really rolling in.  At least it was for us.  Nathan on the other
hand, was having a hard time making a buck.  Perhaps it was because he was
a bottom boy, trying to get the interest and collect the cash from other
bottoms.  A task very few people would be up to.

I felt sorry for him and between making drinks, I slipped a few bills into
his jockstrap in hopes of spurring others to do the same.  However, that
trick wasn't working on the crowd of feminine men.  Just as Nathan looked
like he was about to give up on making any money and preparing to climb
down from the counter, the side door swung open and in walked four firemen.

They marched right up to the counter and even shoved a few queens aside as
one reached up and grabbed hold of the kid, pulling him down and onto their
shoulders.  Bruno and I watched as they carried him out the front door and
across the street to their firetruck.

"Well, just damn..."  Bruno said.

"I know right."  I said.

The next thing we knew, the crowd at the counter started getting rowdy and
calling to be entertained.  Bruno looked at me and I looked him as we tried
to figure out what the hell to do to appease them.  What we didn't know at
the time was that the rumor had been going around, that there would be
another stripper on hand.  One which would be more suitable for the type of
men that were showing up in droves.

It was about that time, the side door opened again and I looked over to see
something I never expected.  A someone clean-cut Jeff came walking in,
wearing a black leather jockstrap and a matching black leather cowboy hat.
The pouch of the jock was bulging and it grabbed the attention of every man
standing at the counter.  Even I was staring and it gave me enough time to
admire the man's trimmed chest hair, that had been cut in such a way as to
give him the thickest, darkest treasure trail I'd seen in a long time.  It
traveled from about midway above his belly button on down into his jock.
Where it branched out and down his hairy legs.

Bruno and I watched as he made his way around the counter and climbed up
onto it.  The crowd swarmed the counter and before long it looked like an
ocean of hand waving, cat calling, flaming-queens had flooded the bar.

I could tell Jeff was nervous as he turned around to look at us.  He was a
trucker after all and completely out of his element as a male dancer or so
I thought.  I was about to give him a word of a encouragement, when he
leaned down and bend over, baring his hairy ass to the crowd.  Which had
the effect of sending the men into a frenzy.

Some screamed, some yelled, some jumped up and down, an a few others tossed
handfuls of money at him.  The dollar bills fell like rain as the man shook
his ass at the crowd, before standing back up and turned around to face
them.  At which point he started gyrating his hips to the music.

I honestly couldn't believe my eyes and shook my head as I said, "Are you
fucking kidding me?"

Bruno looked at me and started shaking his head and smiling.  It was crazy
seeing Jeff dancing on the counter and the reaction he was getting.  Though
I suppose it made perfect sense.  He was definitely a top and with the room
now full of bottoms, there was nothing more the crowd could have asked for.
Well, accept for maybe a chance to see the illusive dick hiding within the
man's leather jock.  An that's where his erotic dancing skills sort of took
a detour.

In stead of making the crowd work for it, he reached down, pulled the pouch
of the jock to the side and flashed the crowd his 8" cut cock with PA
piercing and gold cockring.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!  AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"  The crowd screamed and Bruno and I
literally had to cover our ears it was so loud.

But we didn't keep our ears covered for long, because soon we were reaching
for the money that came raining down around us.  It literally felt as
though the bag of cash had exploded in the ceiling as the money fell all
over the counter and floor.  Of course, we didn't waist a second scarfing
it up and soon we had almost as many bills stuffed down the front of our
jeans as Jeff did in his jock.

The decision to have him dancing for the crowd turned out to be one of the
highlights of the day.  Sure, the crowd's enthusiasm eventually wore off
but not for at least several hours.  By then, I think some of the guys had
run to their banks and drained their ATM in order to shower the man in even
more money.  All of which, in an attempt to get him completely naked and
quite possibly take him home with them.

I almost felt bad for them, once they'd showered him with money and he
didn't give in to their flirts.  I mean, sure he kissed a few of them on
the cheek and let them have a feel of his dick but that's just what
dick-dancers do.  No matter how much money they threw at him, not a single
one of them really stood a chance of getting with him.

Of that was mostly because Jeff was a boy-lover.  He wasn't about to slip
any of these guys the dick, unless they could go back in time about 10 to
15 years and revert themselves back into little boys.  Which of course,
wasn't going to happen.  It took them a few hours to figure out the cards
were stacked against them but by the time they finally figured it out,
they'd already blown all their money.

Bruno and I watched as the crowd slowly thinned itself out as the day went
on.  By the time the evening rolled around, things had calmed down quite a
bit.  A lot of the people who'd come for just for the pride celebration had
now gone but many of our regular customers were arriving.  I could feel
that a second wave of people was about to come in through the doors but I
was getting hungry and decided to make a quick lunch run.

I could smell the BBQ cooking across the street and walked over to grab
myself a bite to eat.  My friend Bear was playing chef.  He was dressed in
an apron with lettering on it which read, 'My meat is hand rubbed'.  I'm
not sure how many people realized just how true that was.  Thankfully, the
apron covered the front of him very well.  Because for all we knew, he was
rubbing himself between flipping burgers.

People had remarked that they were some of the best burgers they'd ever
tasted.  As I sat down at one of the tables we'd setup in the parking lot
of the gas station and took a bite of my burger, even I had to admit, it
did taste unexpected delicious.  Maybe it was his under-cheese that gave it
it's irresistible flavor?  Either that or I was just really fucking hungry.
Whatever the reason, it tasted great on an empty stomach.

As I sat there eating, I remember looking around for the firemen and their
firetruck but they'd apparently left early.  While I enjoyed my quick meal,
Bear and I talked for a little bit and I asked him if he'd seen my family
around.  An he told me that he'd served them lunch earlier in the day.
About that time I heard a child's laughter and looked over towards the
other side of the parking lot.

That's where I saw a large RV parked in the grass and my Son Jacob was
running around it with Alex right behind him.  They were playing some sort
of game I guess by the looks of it and I hadn't noticed me at all.  They
were having too much fun to be distracted by me and I didn't want to
interupt them, so I just let them play while I finished my burger.

It was great to see the boys having a good time.  Come to think of it, I
think they were the only kids to show up for the festivities.  However, I
suppose that had a lot to do with the location.  Not many parents would
allow their kids to come hang out at a gay bar all day.  It was only
perverts like my Dad, James and I, would consider bringing little boys to
such a seedy place.  Well, actually Bruno had too but his boy was still
hiding inside, patiently awaiting his chance to come out and play.

It was as I was thinking of Pup, that Bear started to close up close down
his grill for the night.  But before he did, I asked him to cook me up a
few hot dogs.  He looked at me like I'd just asked him to grill up a buffet
and I had to tell him that I was requesting the food for someone else.
Then he nodded and served up half a pack of hog dogs for me on a paper
plate.

Which I then took inside to Pup.  The boy must have seen me coming; Because
when I unlocked the side door to the hallway, I found him smiling as he
jumped up and down with excitement.

"I brought you some dinner."  I said and he ran around my legs as I carried
the plate and a can of soda into the office for him.

Then he jumped up on the desk and I set the plate down next to him.  He
watched as I opened the can of soda and barked at me.  He was clearly full
of energy and hungry after spending so much time locked away.  I handed him
his drink and he slurped it down in a hurry.  Watching him eating and
drinking, put a smile on my face.  He was such a good boy and I wanted to
do all I could to make him happy.

While he ate, we heard the side door open and I jumped up, thinking it
might be a customer about to walk in on us.  After all, I'd forgotten to
relock the door and for all I knew it could have been anyone coming.  So
you can imagine my relief when it turned out to be Bruno.  He'd also come
to check on Pup and was glad to see that I'd brought his boy some food.

He thanked me for looking out for him and I said, "No worries, boss.  We're
all family here.  We look out for each other."

He nodded and pet the boy's head proudly.  Feeling that I'd done my good
deed for the day, I left them to enjoy some time together and returned to
the main room of the bar.  With Bruno and I both away from the counter,
someone had to keep an eye on things and as would expect, Roger was there
doing just that.

When I came through the side door of the room, I found him standing behind
the counter having a drink with Jeff; Who by this time had brought his
dance routine to an end and was busy counting his money.  He was still
wearing his black leather jockstrap as he sat on a bar stool telling jokes
with Roger.

"Stop me if you've heard this one..."  Jeff said before continuing, "Ok,
so, an optimist, a pessimist, an a realist walk into a bar.  They sit down
at the counter and ask for a glass of beer.  The bartender turns around to
make their drinks and then returns to hand them each a half filled glass."

"The pessimist looks at his buddies and then says, 'Hey, I think mine's
half empty.  Then the optimist takes a look at his glass and says, 'Hmm, I
don't know I think mine's half full."  He continued, "Then the realist
leans his head down and sniffs his glass.  Then he immediately lifts his
head and says, 'I don't know about you two, but I think this is piss."

Roger started to laugh and said, "Haha!  Sounds like my kind of bar if you
ask me."

Jeff shook his head, before taking a sip of his drink and then said,
"You're a nasty fuck, you know that?"

"Well, no shit Sherlock."  Roger said.

To which I chimed in as I was stepping back behind the counter, "Then dig
deeper Watson."

Jeff looked at me and just shook his head as he smiled.

"Ok, ok, I got one."  Roger said as he stood up straight and cleared his
throat, "Your Mother and ten black guys walk into a bar..."

But then he stopped and thought for a moment before continuing, "Wait,
shit, how does that go?  Damn I always forget.  Well, anyways, your
Mother's a whore."

With that, Jeff's eyes popped open wide and he choked on his drink little,
spitting it across the counter at me.  Luckily for me, I dodged most of it
but he ended up grazing my arm.

"HAHA!"  He laughed and Roger joined him, "Hahah!  I know right!?"

While the two laughed, I picked up a wash towel and wiped my arm down.

Then once he'd collected himself, Jeff set his drink down and punched Roger
in the arm as hard as he could and said, "Haha, fucker..."

Roger just laughed.  An I had to admit it was a good joke.  The three of us
told jokes and chatted for a good long while.  During which time, the rest
of our event customers left and were completely replaced by our regular
customers.  It was as I watched our regulars coming in, that it suddenly
occurred to me that I'd somehow forgotten to inform Damien and his Uncle
Max about our gay pride celebration.  I felt so bad for not having invited
them and I knew they both would have really enjoyed it.

Fortunately, they had been frequenting the bar a lot recently and they
showed up right on schedule, a few hours before closing time.  They were
both dressed in sweatpants and t-shirts as they came in and took a seat at
a both along the wall.  Like many bars in the area, kids weren't allowed to
sit at the counter but if they were accompanied by an adult family member,
they were still allowed in.  They just had to sit a safe distance from any
alcohol.

While they sat there soaking up the ambiance of the room, the front door
opened and in walked my family.  My Dad, Alex and our friends Raul and Bear
but James and Jacob were notably absent.  They spotted Max and Damien with
a quickness and made their way over to join them.  It was great to see them
all getting along and enjoying the bar together.

However, I'd apparently spoke to soon.  Because Max abruptly got up from
the table and came over to the counter; Where he'd spend the next hour or
so, joining in the joke telling and conversation Jeff, Roger and I were
having.  I don't know why but he just really didn't want to sit with the
others.  There was just something that was putting him off the idea for
some reason.  Although, otherwise he seemed quite content.

I served him drinks, just like any other nights; While his boy sat across
the room chatting up my Dad and Bear.  Even from where I was sitting, it
was obvious the boy was flirting with them and they were very willingly
letting it happen.  As the night went on, their body language began
speaking volumes.  I couldn't help but watch and wonder what they were
talking about.

While I watched from across the crowded room, Roger pulled his cellphone
from his pocket to check the time.  He glanced down at the onscreen clock
and then told me to start getting things ready for our after hours session.
I thought it a little odd, since I looked over at the clock on the wall and
it showed that we still had plenty of time before our usual closing time.

Nevertheless, I did as he said and announced, "Last call for alcohol!"

A few men came to the counter to order their final drinks of the night and
I served them, while Roger made his way out the front door.  I thought he
was simply going to lock it but when he walked outside, I knew he had other
intentions.  I could just barely see him through the window and it looked
like he was talking on his phone with someone.

I shrugged my shoulders and went about my business, wiping things down and
encouraging the remaining customers to finish their drinks.  They did
without too much protest and then left through the front door.  Which I
locked behind them.  That left the whole room to my family and friends as
we waiting for the after hours clientele to arrive.

During the wait, my Dad and Bear escorted Damien to the men's room, and
Raul brought Alex over to the counter.  He asked if I could give in the
darts for the dartboard and I did.  Then he and the boy walked over to the
board and threw a few darts.

Meaning while, Max and Jeff had been talking and decided to play a round of
pool over at the billiards table.  I watched as they walked over and setup
the game.  With everyone now doing their own thing, I was left to fiddle
around the counter.  I shifted some money from the register to a pair of
deposit bags and placed them in the drawer below the register for safe
keeping.

I was just about done, when I heard the side door swing open and Pup came
galloping into the room on all fours with Bruno right behind him.  He
rushed over to the first boy he saw, which was Alex and tackled him.

"Sic 'em boy!"  Bruno said with a smile.

"Ahhh!"  Alex cried out and fell over backwards onto the floor with Pup
climbing all over him, licking his face.

It was adorable to see the two of them playing and I knew Pup was
incredibly hyper, after spending all day in the backroom.  He wanted to
stretch his legs and play.  I watched as he pulled at the boy's sweats with
his teeth and Alex tried in vain to keep them up but it wasn't long before
Pup had worked them loose and was dragging them off of him.

Raul watched with confusing as he witnessed Alex being stripped naked by a
naked, 6yo, black boy.  I could tell that he wasn't sure to make of it but
he couldn't stop watching.  Eventually, Alex was naked too and the two boys
were crawling around on the dirty bar room floor on their hands and knees
together.

"Oh, oh, that's so filthy, lad."  I heard Raul say as he cringed seeing the
boys naked on the floor.

Then I heard Jeff say from across the room, "It's alright.  We like 'em
dirty."

"Yeah, Mmmmm.  Looks like fun."  Max said.

That didn't seem to go over well with Raul; Who returned to the counter and
handed me back the darts.  Then he asked me if I would go to the men's room
and tell my Dad that he wanted to talk to him.  I agreed and went in, not
knowing what to expect; Since he and Bear had, had Damien in there alone
for quite some time.

When I walked in, I didn't see them but I could hear some commotion in the
last men's room stall.  Which I knew served as Bear's private office,
better know as his personal sex booth.  I stood beside the door and
listened for a moment, before finally knocking.

'Knock!  Knock!  Knock!'

Then I called out, "Hey Daddy, Raul's looking for you."

It took a few seconds but the door eventually opened and inside I saw
Damien standing in puke with tears in his eyes.  He looked up at me and my
heart sank.  Both men were standing around him with their thick dicks fully
erect and I just knew he'd been choking on them.  Then my Dad stepped out
of the stall but I couldn't take my eyes off of poor Damien.

"Jesus..."  I said in disbelief.

That's when my Dad turned around and looked at Bear, who said, "Don't
worry, I'll get him cleaned up."

"I hope so."  I said.

"Trust me, I will...  Right after he takes me up his ass."  Bear said and
brought his hand up, shutting the door in my face.

Before I could react, the door was locked again and we heard Damien cry
out, "Please, no!  I'm not ready!  Please, please, please!  Nooooo!!"

My Dad could see the look of shock and concern come over my face and he put
his hand on my shoulder.  I felt bad for the little guy.  Sure, he'd taken
on Bear before but it was under different circumstances.  The least they
could have done was gotten him drunk first.  But no, he was about to take
it up the ass and was going to feel every thick inch of the man's pumped
dick.

I started to tell him to take it easy on him but before I could, my Dad
said, "Leave 'em be.  The good lord put that horny fat bastard on earth to
fuck little boys.  An that's just what he's gonna do."

A second later, Damien let out a scream, "AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

The sound echoed through the room so loud, that it sent shivers down my
spine.

"That's it!  Sing it, boy!  Sing it loud!"  My Dad yelled over the boy's
screams and smiled proudly.

I shook my head at him and he said, "Be glad you hit that while it was
tight.  'Cause the big bad Bear's fix'n to destroy it tonight."

His words didn't make me feel any better about things and I just kept
shaking my head as I walked back out of the room.  It wasn't a good
feeling, knowing there was nothing I could for the boy.  I had little
choice but to trust Bear to treat him right as my Dad and I left the men's
room to return to the counter.

Once there, I watched as he and Raul had a brief conversation.  I could see
the frustration on Raul's face as he tried to express his feelings,
presumably about Alex playing naked on the dirty floor.  My Dad responded
by just rolled his eyes at him, before picking the boy up off the floor.
Then Raul gathered up his clothes and the three of them walked outside to
the patio.  If they'd been lovers, I'd had thought they'd just had a lovers
quarrel but they were becoming best friend.  So I suppose on some level it
was the same thing.

Since I didn't see them come back in the rest of the night, I was pretty
sure they went back across the street to Raul's RV for the night.  The sad
part about it all was that with Alex gone, Pup suddenly had no one to play
with and had to make do with his Master and I instead.  Bruno sat him on
the counter in his favorite spot and we did our best to keep him amused.

Between fondling, groping and down right molesting him, we also served
customers; Who began to arrive for after hours.  It wasn't a huge crowd but
there were lots of bikers, roughnecks and your general sleazy looking
motherfuckers.  Seeing them begin to fill the room, made me feel at home,
after having spent most of the day surrounded by snobby, classless,
feminine men.  I'll be honest, it felt good to be in the presence of real
man again.

Most of which, could care less about gay pride.  Although many of the
bikers did have bear pride emblems on their jackets.  Something I hadn't
actually noticed until this particular night.  They gathered in groups, one
at the counter, a second along the back wall and another inside the men's
room.  The ones at the counter were easy to keep an eye on as most of them
were ordering drinks right and left.  I kid you not, Bruno and I really had
our work cut out for us with how heavily they were drinking.

Meanwhile, it was the group that had flooded the men's room that had me the
most concerned.  Since Damien and Bear were in there for a very long time.
Neither of them came out.  Despite how many men went in.  Max and Jeff
noticed this as well and after awhile, they quit playing pool in order to
go and check things out.

I watched as they entered the men's room; Where they too seemed to vanish
for a long period of time.  Over the sound of the music playing throughout
the bar, I couldn't hear any distressed noises coming from the men's room,
so I had to assume everything was alright.

Needless to say, this went on well into the late hours, before Bear finally
came out of the men's room alone.  He was sweaty and his dick looked
swollen from hours of use.  He walked passed the counter and I handed him a
cup of water.  Which instead of drinking, he poured onto his face and
continued his way out the side door.  Presumably to get some fresh air.  I
didn't say anything but he reeked of sex and sweat.  The scent of which was
enough to make my dick throb in my jeans.

By this time, tt was very near the end of after hours and it occurred to me
that Roger hadn't come to cash out my register.  Which was very unusual.
Especially given how much money we'd managed to rake in over the day.  I'd
done a clean out of the register three times and had the deposit bags under
the drawer filled to the brim.  So I expect him to come get them with a big
smile on his face.

However, I hadn't seen him for several hours.  Even Bruno seemed to be
getting a little concerned.  He approached the counter and turned around to
face the room as he scanned the place with his eyes.  Roger was nowhere to
be found.  An come to think of it, neither was Nathan.  We hadn't seen the
kid since he'd been carried out on the fireman's shoulders.  Which again,
was unusual.  Given how much money had crossed the counter, you'd expect
the money hungry little whore to be in the thick of it and trying to skim
as much off the top as he could.  But he was nowhere to be found.

I couldn't just leave the counter with all that money there, so Bruno
decided he was going to have a look around for the two of them.  It was at
that very moment, that we saw the side door swing open and Bear came
inside.  The expression on his face sent chills down my spine as he stepped
inside and looked at Bruno and I.

"Guys!  Guys!  You better get out here."  He said and quickly stepped back
outside.

That's when Bruno and I started for the door and I told Pup to protect the
register.  He crawled over to the end of the counter, where the register
was and started growling like a rabid dog at the remaining customers in the
room.

While he kept a watchful eye on the money, his Master and I dashed out to
the patio and followed Bear over to the sex swing in the corner.  There was
a crowd of men, mostly bikers, huddled around someone strapped into it.
One man was standing between the dudes legs and really going at him hard.
Which wouldn't have been out of the ordinary, had it not been for the eerie
lack of sound coming from the guy in the swing.

In fact, he was silent as the guy fucking him pounded him like a wild
animal.  It wasn't until we got close enough to see who it was, that Bruno
and I got freaked out.  There strapped in and unconscious was Roger.  In
the moonlight we could see that he was covered in cum from his face down to
his limp dick and completely out cold.

That of course left him open to the most brutal of anal assaults.  Which
he'd apparently been on the receiving end for who knows how many hours.
Bruno grabbed hold of the guy fucking him and pulled him back away from him
to reveal Roger's hairy, spread ass cheeks.  That's when I nearly lost my
composure and about threw up.

Though it wasn't the hairy ass that turned my stomach, it was the blood and
shit smeared around and dripping from it that had me ready to vomit.
That's when I looked down and noticed the amount of shear mess on the
concrete floor.  There was a pool of cum, mixed with piss, shit and blood,
and a indeterminate number of footprints trailing through it.

The crowd of horny vultures had clearly preyed upon my boss's ass and left
him in tatters.  I'd never seen him in such a way and wasn't sure how to
feel about it, besides grossed out that is.  He wasn't the sort of guy to
bottom for anyone.  Much less a group of horny pigs.  The likes of which
had been taking advantage of him.  But could you really say they were
taking advantage or simply taking the opportunity he'd presented them with?

I mean, it didn't appear that he'd become so drunk, that he climbed himself
into the swing to take a nap.  He was naked and strapped in.  So clearly he
must have gone into it of his own free volition.  Otherwise he would have
put of one hell of a fight, before surrendering his asshole to the crowd or
so I thought.

Though we weren't sure what had lead up to what had transpired, one thing
was clear, we needed to get him back inside.  So Bruno quickly checked his
pulse and once he was sure Roger was still with us, he unstrapped him.
Then Bear and I helped him down and carried him into the main room of the
bar.  Pup watched us as we brought the man through the room and laid him
down across some chairs.

"Alright, I guess that's enough for one night."  Bruno said as he stood by
the counter watching us tend to Roger, "Thanks for coming.  We'll do it
again next time.  Now get the fuck outta here!"

That was the cue for our remaining customers to leave.  They finished off
their drinks and casually made their way out the side door; Where Bruno
escorted them out the patio gate and locked it behind them, before
returning to the counter.  Then he turned off the music and flipped on the
lights as he proceeded to cash out my register for the night.

Meanwhile, Bear and I cleaned up the place.  It was pretty well trashed by
this time.  There were empty glasses everywhere, spilled drinks on the
floor and cum stains scattered about in the most obscure places.  I had one
hell of a time getting them to come clean but with the help of some
powerful degreaser I managed to get most of them to come up.

It was during this time, that we started to hear some strange sounds coming
from the men's room.  Well, actually, Pup was the first to notice.  He sat
up to attention on the counter and began staring intently toward the men's
room doorway.

Once I noticed him staring, I stepped closer to the counter and asked,
"What's that boy?  You hear something?"

He nodded and pointed toward the doorway.  We both listened but the sound
seemed to have suddenly stopped.  But then, just as suddenly as it stopped
it started again.  Only this time it was louder and Pup barked and growled
when he heard it.

That's when Bear spoke up and said, "What's that boy?  Is Timmy trapped in
the well again?"

Pup didn't find that funny at all and cocked his head to the side as he
shot Bear an unamused look.  Then we heard a more familiar sound and all
three of us turned toward the men's room doorway.  It might have been
muffled but it was definitely the sound of a boy either gagging or choking
on something.  Followed by the sound of unmistakable moaning and groaning.

Pup looked at me and I said, "I think we have a stowaway."

He nodded and I pet his back, while we waited to see what would happen
next.  We didn't have to wait long.  Because a few minutes later, little
Damien came walking out of the men's room.  He was red faced with tears in
his eyes and looked down right exhausted.  As he stepped out, we was
flanked by Jeff and his Uncle Max; Who were both grinning as they followed
him out into the room.

That's when Jeff glanced over at Roger, laying unconscious across the
chairs and asked, "Whoa, what'd we miss?"

To which I replied, "I was just about to ask you that."

Of course, I knew exactly what'd I'd missed and judging from the look of
Damien, he hadn't missed any thing.  In fact, he'd quite possibly taken as
much dick as Roger.  Although albeit not as forcefully.  He slowly limped
his way over to the counter with his cum-stained clothes in hand and Max
helped him up onto a bar stool.  Then I poured him a cup of soda to wash
down the loads of cum he'd swallowed.

"Here you go, bud.  Looks like you could use this."  I said and slid the
cup over to him.

"Thanks, Mark."  He said and picked up the cup to take a sip.

While he drank his drink, Jeff and Bear got to discussing Roger; While Max
and I talked about Damien.  All the while, Pup crawled around the counter
between us in an obvious attempt to get my attention.  I did my best to
show him some love and pet him as often as I could; While Max and I talked.
It wasn't long after that, that Damien started to yawn and Max felt it was
time that they got going.

They said their goodbyes to everyone and Max said they'd be back in a day
or so, if Damien's insatiable apatite for dick persisted.  The boy gave me
those naughty little eyes, before climbing down from the stool and I knew
he'd be back for sure.

I watched as they made their way out through the side door to leave for the
night.  Before the door could close, Bruno came walking in with a blanket
rolled up under his arm.  He walked over to Roger, unrolled the blanket and
laid it over top of him.  I think we all felt sorry for the guy but what
could we say.  Shit happens, you know?

That's when Bruno invited me to come back with him and Pup to their truck
and we left Roger to sleep things off as we escorted Bear and Jeff outside
and turned out the lights.  I picked up the boy and carried him in my arms,
ahead of Bruno; Who was the last one to exit and he locked the doors and
front gate behind us.  Bear and Jeff went their separate ways as they
disappeared into the darkness night.

Even though is was dark, it was surprisingly warm out as I stood there by
the gate with Pup in my arms.  He was making the sweetest cooing sounds as
I held him, while taking a moment to look around.  It was so dark, silent
and empty outside, that it was hard to believe we'd had a pride celebration
earlier in the day.  There was literally not a soul in sight, except for
Raul's RV; Which was still parked in the grass across the street.  As I
looked at it, I could see light in the windows and how it flickered.  It
looked like they were watching TV and a part of me wanted to go and knock
on the door but I had more important things to tend to, like little Pup.

Bruno lead the way and I carried the boy back around the building to
Bruno's semi-truck, that was parked out back.  The three of us started to
get in, when I unexpectedly smelled the scent of marijuana in the air.  As
I placed the boy on the steps to the truck, I looked around and noticed
someone standing outside in the grass, beside an old Volkswagen van.

It was parked near a tree out back and the man was standing just to the
front of it.  In the moonlight I could see he was naked and actively
masturbating.  There was something compelling about him that instantly
peeked my curiosity.  Pup tugged on my hand to try and encourage me to come
inside the truck with him but I was too distracted by the stranger in the
grass.  Bruno called the boy to the back cab of the truck and I told them
to give me a minute to check things out.

Then I closed the door and made my way out to the guy by the van.  As I got
closer, I realized the smell I was smelling wasn't pot but more of a musty,
damp, weed smell, almost like sage.  It was clearly coming from inside the
van; Which had it's side door open as I walked by.  I approached the man as
he leaned against the front of the van, slowly stroking his dick.  An boy
was it a big one.  It must have been at least 10" or more and uncut.

"Mind if I join you?"  I asked.

He motioned for me to come closer and I did.  I leaned up against his van
and unzipped my jeans to pull out my dick.  He glanced down at it and
nodded.  Unlike Nathan and the fireman, he actually seemed to take an
honest interest in my man meat.  I began to stroke myself proudly for him
and he reached over to lend a hand.  I returned the favor and soon we were
mutually masturbating each other in the moonlight.

It was a strangely calming experience and I can't really explain to you how
it felt.  It was simply nice, spontaneous and pleasurable to do.  In the
moonlight I could see he had a very hairy chest and body with long black
hair that hung almost all the way down to his ass.  If I had to describe
his race, I'd have to say he was either Indian or Mexican.  Even in the
dark, I could tell he had dark skin.  At least in comparison to me.  I
remember thinking, that based on his looks alone he was quite an
exceptional specimen of masculinity.

That must have made it easy for me to lose track of time.  Because before I
knew it we could see the glow of dawn on the horizon.  I figured it must
have been around four in the morning or so but the air was still warm and
my balls were only growing heavier by the minute.  This guy had a magical
touch as he stroked my dick.  He was edging me something wild and I never
wanted him to stop.

Unfortunately, it was about that time, that we heard the sound of a truck
door closing; Followed by the sound of footsteps in the grass.  Not a
moment later, I turned and saw Pup peeking his head around the front corner
of the van.

The man didn't notice him at first but once he realized I was looking at
something, he turned and saw the boy.  With my hand firmly around his
shaft, I felt him jump.  He was startled by the boy's presence but to my
surprise he didn't panic.  He just stared at Pup for a few moments, before
I finally motioned for the boy to come closer.

With that, Pup slowly crept around to the front of the van and looked up at
the man with nervous eyes.  I held onto the guy's dick and watched as the
boy came around to stand in front of me.  Then I lifted my hand from the
man's hard dick and reached down to pick up the boy.  I brought him to my
chest and held him as the man continued to stroke me.

Pup laid his head on my chest and looked over at the stranger with beady
little eyes.  I could tell he was unsure of what to do expect, just as I
was.  But after a few more moments, I moved my hands down to the boy's tiny
bare butt and spread his cheeks.  He took a deep breath and relaxed as I
groped him in front of the stranger.  After such a long day, we were
finally getting some time to play together.  Even if it was under the
supervision of a helping, total stranger.

Then the guy surprised us both by reaching over and gently caressed the
boy's back, while I held him.  Next he stepped around in front of me and
behind the boy, and began sniffing his tiny body.  It was odd to be sure
but for some reason it also felt exciting.  The man sniffed around the
boy's neck, ears and armpits, before moving down to his tiny hairless ass
crack.

That's where things got even more interesting.  I listened as he inhaled a
good whiff of the boy's scent, before I felt him stick out his tongue and
lick Pup's spread cheeks.  I spread them wider with my hands and the guy
began lapping at his tiny puckered hole.  The boy shivered and whimpered
ever so softly as the man rimmed him.

Though the man was focused on Pup, his tongue occasionally brushed up
against my throbbing hard 7" cut dick and it made me shiver with pleasure.
A few times I know he did it on purpose, just to make me twitch.

Finally, after priming the boy's hole for several minutes, the guy stood up
and I felt him place his hands to either side of Pup's waist.  I eased my
grip on the boy and he was gently guided down onto my dick.  I felt his wet
hole press against the tip as he held onto me and the man lined us up.

No sooner than the head began to open him, the man pulled down firmly on
the boy's hips and Pup became speared by my throbbing shaft.

An Pup let out a howl, "Ahhhuuuooooo!!!!!"

His tiny hole gripped me tight and I let go of him, letting him slide all
the way down to my hairy nuts.  The man stayed close and helped keep the
boy from falling as he rested fully impaled on me.  Tears ran down his
little face but we were no longer in control.  We couldn't stop what was
happening.  We were just going with the flow.

The man put his arms around the boy and proceeded to bounce him on my
shaft.  Not too slowly but not too quickly either.  He was doing it just
right.  Pup stared into my eyes and cried softly as he was forced to ride
me.  His tiny body was made to bounce up and down on my dick from the very
tip, right down to the base.

He was quiet and complicit as he was forced to take every inch of me inside
him, without as much as an ounce of resistance.  I licked his face as his
tears ran down his cheeks and he whimpered softly.  I was already very
close to shooting my load, after all the edging I'd received from the guy.
So within a few short minutes of him riding me, I unloaded my pent up man
seed, right up his tight little fuck hole.

"Auuugghhmmm!"  I groaned and my knees shook.

My hot load filled him up, until it began to overflow, running down my
balls and onto my jeans.  But I didn't care.  It felt so good to cream his
tiny ass, that I kissed on the nose to let him know I appreciated him
letting me do it.

He sniffled and whimpered as our fucking came to a stop.  An I put my arms
around him again to hold him, while I waited for my dick to soften.
However, I soon discovered that it just wouldn't go down.  The guy smiled
at me as he seemed to enjoy the sight of the boy riding me and he resumed
stroking himself.  I stood there with Pup in my arms and my dick buried in
his cozy little ass; While the guy stood behind him, masturbating to the
sight of us together.

Not long after that, I felt a steaming hot load of cum splash over my nuts
and splatter across the boy's bare ass.  It was a massive load.  It came in
waves and continued to spurt violently onto us for nearly a minute.  Pup
flinched and looked back in surprise at what the man was doing.  It was
different and unexpected to say the least.  As the fresh load of man seed
collected on our skin, the scent of it filled the air and it made me even
hornier.  It had a raw, heavy, all natural aroma about it.

As it dripped from us and landed in my jeans, I remember standing there
thinking, 'Well, these are definitely my cum jeans now'.  Then the man,
having relieved his load all over us, lead us around to the side of the
van.  Without even putting the boy down or pulling my jeans up, I carried
him around with my dick still buried inside him.

Once at the side door of the van, the guy climbed in and sat down in the
doorway.  There, he motioned for us to join him and I sat down down beside
him with Pup firmly planted in my lap.  The boy started to yawn as I held
him and I gently rocked him to sleep with my dick up inside him.  It was an
amazingly free feeling to experience that.

It had been a long and eventful day but in that moment, time seemed to
stop.  Maybe it was the marijuana smell putting me at a greater ease or
maybe in that moment all was right in the world?  All I knew is I was at
peace with the boy in my arms and the stranger at my side.

That's when I noticed a glow in darkness and spotted Bruno, sitting on the
steps of his semi-truck, smoking a cigar.  He looked to be at peace as
well, as he watched the three of us in the van chilling out, in the dawn of
a new day.

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