Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2014 20:40:04 -0700
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dipsticks Part Two M/b Incest

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Chapter Two: "Bruno's Pup"

It was late Wednesday evening, when I prepared to close up the main room of
the bar and get things ready for the after hours crowd.  It had only been a
few days, since I'd learned of Dipsticks' select after hours clientele.
Monday night ended up being an eye opening experience for me as well as an
educational evening.

Though there were lots of perverted things that happened that night, which
involved some pretty shady characters, I didn't get to witness as much of
it as I'd hoped.  Roger had pulled me aside soon after the black trucker
and his little boy arrived.  Which I was a little disappointing.  However,
Roger felt it best to get me alone and sit me down, so he could explain
some things as well as tell me of his vision for the bar.

So, while the others were having their fun in the 'backroom' as Roger
called it, he and I actually spent a good portion of the night talking out
on the patio.  It was during that time, that he explained to me how it was
that he had come to own Dipsticks in the first place.  Apparently, he had
always envisioned a safe place where homeless kids could come to find
shelter and in return offer themselves for sex.

Unfortunately, he almost didn't get the place.  Even though the run down
strip mall that later became the home of Dipsticks was abandoned, condemned
and placed up for auction on the courthouse steps; The day of the auction,
he found himself bidding against a black man, who seemed pretty much dead
set on buying the place at any cost.

After winning the bid, Roger was later approached by the man after the
auction and learned that the prospective buyer was named Bruno.  The
owner/operator of Bruno's Oil & Gas.  It just so happened that he owned the
gas station across the street from the strip mall and he had his own
perverted aspirations for the location.  It was shortly after that, that
they both agreed to open the bar as a joint venture together.

Bruno had the money and Roger had the creativity.  Together they renovated
the strip mall and opened it as Dipsticks.  Roger became the owner that
most people got to see during the normal operating hours.  However, Bruno
became the silent partner that most people never saw or even knew about.
Unless of course, they were in the backroom of the bar and saw him slip in
through the fire exit.

I didn't know it, when I was first confronted by him but the black man I
had seen pull up in the semi-truck/big-rig on Monday night, was indeed
Bruno.  Which explained why he had been so curious and confrontational with
me.  In a way, I was working for him as well.  I just didn't know it at the
time.

Roger told me he was impressed with how I handled meeting Bruno.  That most
people couldn't deal with his dominant personality.  I explained to him
that I grew up living with a very dominate Daddy and that seemed to
intrigue Roger even more.

However, I didn't want to tell him too much about my family.  At least not
so soon after learning what kind of place Dipsticks really was.  I knew he
had already seen my Dad and had even talked to him a few times, during our
previous visits to the bar.  But I didn't want him to know too much about
any other members of my family.  Especially not Jacob or Alex, who I had
only dropped hints about.

I figured I should first get to know my bosses and the clientele for which
I'd be serving better, before revealing more to them.  It was enough that I
had them curious and that's how I wanted to keep it for awhile.  Roger told
me that Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays were the only nights of the week,
that the bar reopened after hours.

From 3am till sunrise, the fronts doors would be locked and entry could
only be made through the back fire exit of the backroom.  Only those in the
know, would even be aware of the extended hours.  They knew to park around
back and to ring the bell for entry.  He said that until Monday night, the
main room of the bar had, had to remain closed after hours.  Since he he
didn't have anyone he could trust to tend the bar after hours.

After I'd agreed to work the late nights, he walked me through the main
room and we discussed that Wednesday night we would try to open the main
room for the first time after hours.  I was nervous about it but I was also
excited to see who might show up.

As closing time rolled around, I was standing behind the counter in my
jeans and black t-shirt.  Nathan was playing with his phone as he stood on
the counter, slowly shaking his ass for the empty room.  I grabbed a rag
and began wiping off the counter near his feet.  He took notice and set his
phone down on the counter out of the way and then proceeded to strip off
his light blue speedo.

He tossed it to me playfully as he stood back up and resumed dancing to the
music.  His pale white skinny body almost seemed to shimmer in the lights
of the room as tiny beads of sweat formed on his soft skin.  I watched him
dance for a few minutes as I sniffed his speedo.  I could smell his strong
adolescent scent on it as I looked up at his little dick swinging back and
fourth between his legs.

Despite knowing how close we were to closing time, I knew we were alone and
I decided to grab a feel of him.  I set his speedo down by the cash
register and reached up rubbing his inner thigh, just below his little ball
sack.

"Don't get me hard, my Daddy will be pissed."  He said nervously, "He hates
my little dick."

I felt sorry for the poor kid, when I heard him say that.  No kid should
ever be ashamed of their manhood.  Just because men didn't have an interest
in it, didn't mean the kid needed to be ashamed for having it.  I reached
up and tugged on his little peach fuzz covered balls and he looked at me
with eyes that begged for me to stop but of course I wouldn't.

"Well, he's not here right now."  I said, "I like your little dick and I
wanna see it hard."

Nathan's eyes lit up and he slowed his dancing, allowing me to fondle him
more.  I let go of his balls and began stroking his little shaft and it
instantly grew hard in my hand.  Soon it was sticking out at about 3" uncut
and I tugged on it, trying to pull him down to me.

"Sit down for me."  I said.

He stopped dancing and looked around.  Then he sat down on the edge of the
counter facing me.  I spread his legs as he sat there nervously.  I could
tell he wasn't sure what to expect but I had him wanting more.  I put a
hand on each of his thighs and rubbed them as I leaned in between his legs
and gave his little dick a lick.

If I didn't know better I'd have thought the kid had never had his dick
licked before.  He shivered in pleasure from the touch of my hot wet
tongue.

"Ohhmmmm!  Mmmmm!"  He moaned and shivered.

I loved hearing his young moans and wanted to hear more.  Even more than
that, I wanted to see if I could make him cum.  I knew he should have been
old enough but with such a small dick on him, I wondered if he was mature
enough.

I decided since we were alone, I was going to try and find out before
someone walked in on us.  I opened my mouth and took his young dick in all
the way down to his balls, which I cupped in my hand and scooped up, taking
them in as well.

"Ohh!  Fuck!  Mmmm!"  He moaned in pleasure.

His little dick was hard like a steal spike in my mouth as my tongue worked
its way around it.  I licked his tiny piss slit for a moment and then eased
his dick from my lips.  He looked down at me in awe with his hands gripping
the counter on either side of him.

I leaned in and licked his little peach fuzz pubes and then resumed sucking
him.

"Please, no one's suppose to do that.  Mmmm.  You have to stop.  Mmmm."  He
wined as he moaned.

I didn't care what he had been taught.  He seemed to know only how to
please men by giving and probably had never imagined he could do it by
receiving as well.  I could tell he really was afraid of being in the wrong
but I knew he was also enjoying me sucking him.

After a few minutes, he started breathing very fast and started to squirm
as I sucked him harder.  I had to put my hands on his thighs to hold him
down seated on the counter.

"Please, please stop.  I'm not allowed to cum.  Mmmmm!"  He begged and
moaned.

I ignored him and just kept sucking.  It almost felt as though I was
violating him by the way he begged and resisted me pleasuring him.

"Ohh!  Fuck, please!  You gotta stop.  I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum!"  He
wined.

Suddenly, I felt his body tense up and his eyes rolled back in his head.  I
could see the whites of his knuckles as he gripped the counter as hard as
he could.  For a minute I couldn't decide if he was in the grip of an
orgasm or having a seizure.  That is, until I felt his young load of cum
gush into my mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkk!"  He groaned as I received his
young seed.

It was the sweetest little load of cum I had tasted in a very long time.
It wasn't much as far as amount but it had a very strong taste to it.  I
swallowed it down eagerly and waited for him to stop convulsing.

It took him a few moments to finally come down from his orgasm and I licked
his little dick clean, making sure I had gotten every drop.  Then I leaned
back as I stood up straight, allowing his little dick to slip from my lips.
As I licked my lips, I noticed he was still hard as could be.  Judging by
the look on his face, knowing he was still hard made him even more nervous.

About that time, we both thought we heard a noise out on the patio and we
looked toward the side door.  The kid's eyes grew wide as he stared at the
doorway, almost in a panic and tried to cover his dick with his hands.

"Fuck!  It won't go down!  He's gonna see it!"  He said in a panic.

With that, I reached over and picked up a small red solo cup and dipped it
into the ice chest below the counter.  I brought it back up filled with ice
and pushed Nathan's hands away from his dick as I poured the ice on him.

"Ahhh!!!  Holy Fuck!"  He screamed.

Just then, Roger pulled open the side door and walked into the room.  He
stopped just inside the door and looked at us as the door closed him.  He
was wearing blue jeans and a dirty ripped tank top.

"Oops."  I said casually.

"Dammit Nate, look what you made him do."  Roger said as he stepped further
inside.

He approached the opposite side of the counter and stood behind Nathan, who
quickly got back up to his feet.

"I'm sorry, Daddy!  I'm so, so sorry!  Please don't be mad at me."  Nathan
said as he turned around to look at Roger, his hands still covering his
dick.

Roger looked up at the kid confused and said, "Geez, relax boy, it's just
fucking ice."

Nathan looked down and slowly removed his hands, revealing his soft little
dick.  I think he was actually shocked to find his dick had shriveled to
it's tiniest state, after being doused with ice.  Unlike most people,
Nathan was glad to be suffering from shrinkage at that very moment.

He turned back to look at me in shock and I winked at him and said, "Yeah,
it's just ice.  I'll clean it up."

Then as I went about cleaning up the spilled ice, Roger walked over to the
front door and looked out toward he gas station across the street.  He
stood there staring for a few minutes, before finally locking the door and
closing the blinds.

With the blinds closed, the room felt much more private, which was exactly
the feel he mentioned wanting for the place after hours.  I watched as he
returned to the counter and looked at me.

"It's about that time.  You ready?"  He asked.

"As ready as I'm gonna be I guess.  Do you think they're will be more
people than Monday night?"  I asked.

"You never can tell.  Bruno said he'd put the word out to a few fellas, so
we'll see if that drums up a bigger crowd tonight."  He replied as he
turned his attention to Nathan, "All I know is anyone who shows up, is
gonna wanna see that tiny ass shake'n and the beers flow'n."

Nathan nodded his head and began to shake his hips to the music again.  It
wasn't long before he was back to dancing as though nothing between us had
ever happened.  Roger didn't need to know about it and I was sure Nathan
was planning to keep it secret from him.  While Roger and I watched the kid
dancing naked for us, we heard the faint sound of a bell ring.

I looked at my watch and noticed it was a little early for the after hours
crowd to be showing up already.  Roger thought the same thing but he went
to go check who it was, leaving me and Nathan alone again.

As soon as Roger was out the door, Nathan stopped dancing and sat down on
the counter again.

"Why'd you suck me off?"  He asked curiously.

"Because I wanted to.  Is that a problem?"  I replied.

"But, but only boys do that.  You ain't suppose to."  He said.

"No...  Boys are suppose to serve men, right?"  I asked.

"Yeah, duh."  He replied rolling his eyes.

"Well, you did.  You served me by giving me your young cum.  That's what I
wanted and that's what I took."  I said.

"But, but it felt good."  He replied confused.

"Shh...  Don't be telling everybody or they'll all want it."  I said with a
wink.

He sat up straight and looked at me confused.  I had clearly introduced him
to a completely new concept of pleasing a man.  I was just hoping he didn't
expect the other men to do it for him, because judging by the way I had
seen them act so far, I could tell none of them were about to suck anyone's
dick, much less his.

While we waited to see who had arrived, I picked up his phone and laid it
down on top of his speedo by the cash register out of the way.  He got back
up to his feet and resumed dancing and I walked over to the billiards table
and brushed the felt with a small brush.

The room was slowly taking on a nice casual vibe with the music playing and
the naked underage go-go boy dancing on the counter.  It really felt like a
boy lovers dream club.  I finished brushing the table off, just as I heard
some commotion outside in the patio.

I returned the brush to its place and watched as the side door swung open
and the naked little black boy came crawling into the room on all fours
with Bruno right behind him holding onto his metal leash.  Finally being
able to see Bruno away from the red lights of the backroom, I could see he
was a man of about mid-late 40's.  He was wearing black leather pants and a
metal/leather harness, which featured a piece that traveled down into his
pants.

The two came inside and the man lead the boy over to the counter, where he
stopped and the boy sat on the floor to wait for him.  Bruno looked around
the room and nodded his head as Roger came in behind him and walked over to
me by the billiards table.

"So what do ya think?"  Roger asked Bruno.

"I like it.  I have a good feeling bout it."  Bruno replied.

Then Bruno looked up at Nathan and motioned for him to turn around.  The
kid spun around and shook his ass for the man and he seemed impressed.  He
reached up and felt Nathan's skinny bony ass and the kid tried his hardest
not to be turned on by it.

"Hmm...  Why's he so hairy?"  Bruno asked.

"He's 14, it's bound to happen."  Roger replied, "As long as his dick stays
tiny I'm not complaining."

"Let's see it."  Bruno said.

Nathan turned back around and Bruno examined his little dick closely.

"Hmm...  Not small enough for me but he ain't mine no ways.  Gotta shave
that fuzz for sure though."  Bruno said.

Then Bruno reached down and picked up the small black boy, setting him on
the counter.  The boy remained on all fours as we looked at him.  It was
obvious that both boys were very different.  Which I thought was actually a
very good thing, since not everyone was into the same type of boy.

I walked back around to my position behind the counter as Bruno ran his
hand down his boy's back.  I could see how smooth and small the boy was but
he clearly wanted me to see it up close.  I admired his obedience as he
remained there on all fours for us to see, while Bruno stroked his soft
skin.

"Would ya like to feel my Pup?"  Bruno asked me.

"If you'll allow it."  I replied.

"Give me your hand."  He said and I reached my hand out to him.

He took hold of my hand and guided it along his boy's back.  I'd never felt
a little black boy before and found his skin to be unbelievably soft to the
touch.  The boy didn't move or make a single sound.  He just looked
straight ahead and allowed us to feel him.

"He's so soft and smooth."  I said softly.

"He'll never have a hair on his body as long as he's mine."  Bruno said,
"That's how boys are suppose to be...  Hairless."

Nathan looked down at us when he heard that and I could tell he was a
ashamed.  There was nothing he could do about it though, he was just
getting older.  Bruno guided my hand down to his boy's tiny rear end, where
he allowed my hand to linger for a moment.  The boy remained perfectly
still as I felt his tiny hairless black ass.

"He feels amazing, I love the feel of a bald ass but I gotta be honest, I
don't mind some peach fuzz either...  If it's properly maintained."  I
said.

Nathan looked right at me as he continued to slowly dance to the music and
I gave him a subtle grin.

Bruno looked at me in disgust and asked, "Tell me, what fucking good is
hair on a bitch?"

I looked at Bruno and replied, "It adds to the boy's dependance on his
owner for one thing.  It's not as if he can be expected or allowed to shave
and trim himself.  He needs his man to do it.  I personally like a boy to
need me, to come to me, to beg for my help."

Bruno listened closely, taking in what I said and he nodded his head slowly
in agreement.  Then Roger approached the counter as he had been listening
to every word and reached his hand up, touching Nathan's bare ass.  The kid
shivered as his Daddy touched him but he continued dancing.

"I like the way you think, Mark.  I'm a strong believer that all little
queers need us men in their lives, not just to give them worth but to
support them.  In return, they must give us complete ownership of their
bodies."  Roger said, "I don't much even look at the front of my boy, so if
he's sprout'n it don't much matter.  The back though, well, he's gotta keep
that pretty for Daddy.  My dick don't go in any hole that's got hair 'round
it.  Know what I'm say'n?"

I nodded my head and Bruno rolled his eyes at both of us.  I could tell he
didn't understand our way of thinking, not that it mattered as long as he
was able and willing to accept it.  I figured if nothing else, having me
working with the two of them, we would undoubtedly rub off on each other
over time.

Bruno gently moved my hand away from his boy's tiny ass and said, "You two
can do whatever you want with yours but my Pup won't ever have a single
hair on it.  It's smooth or it's gone."

To which the little boy very quickly yet subtly glanced over at Bruno.  I
could tell that even though he didn't speak, he could definitely hear and
he took instant notice to the very mention of being tossed aside.  Then
Bruno picked him up and set him back down on the floor next to him.

Roger took a step back and said, "We're gonna go get the backroom ready.
Remember, keep the blinds closed and the front door locked at all times."

I nodded my head and watched as the three walked back to the side door to
leave.  Bruno and his boy made their way out and Roger reached over
flipping off half of the light switches by the door.  It resulted in most
of the lights going out, with the exception of the small spot lights above
the counter, that aimed down on Nathan, the light above the billiards table
and a dim light in the restroom.

After Roger stepped out in the patio and the door closed, I stepped over to
the stereo and turned the music up just a bit.  Then Nathan and I danced to
the tunes as I made us both a rum and coke, while we waited for everyone to
arrive.

As 3am rolled around, we could hear the bell at the far end of the backroom
ring.  A few minutes later, four bikers came walking in through the side
door and approached the counter.  They instantly looked up at Nathan and
couldn't resist touching him.

I watched as they took off their helmets, setting them down on the counter
and began taking turns feeling the kid's skinny ass.  It wasn't long before
they had asked for a couple drinks to start their night and I was more than
happy to make them.

Before too long, there was about ten men gathered in the main room of the
bar with us, including Roger.  Four were playing pool, two were sitting at
the counter drinking, and another two or three had made there way to the
restroom, where they had a homeless boy cornered in one of the stalls.  He
had come to the back fire exit at some point and Roger let him in.  He was
a very dirty, grungy looking teen boy and the men were having their way
with him by the sounds he was making.

I kept glancing over at the doorway to the restroom to see if I could get a
good view of the action.  Unfortunately, one of the men was blocking the
entire doorway and I all I could see was his hairy back and fat ass.
However, the sounds of crying, begging and moaning echoed off the walls of
the restroom and was nearly loud enough to be heard clearly over the music.

I stood behind the counter just taking in the vibe of the place as the
night dragged on into the early morning.  I'm not sure what time it was but
at some point, one of the bikers approached me and informed me that Bruno
wanted to see me in the backroom.  I told Roger and he relieved me so that
I could see what he wanted.

When I arrived in the backroom, in the glow of the overwhelming red lights,
I found Bruno's boy was sitting in one of the shower stalls with his leash
attached to the metal ring in the wall.  Bruno was standing by the bed
across from him and a biker was standing in front of him, holding a box.

I watched as the biker handed Bruno the box, which apparently contained
imported cigars.  They exchanged looks and nods and the biker walked over
to the little black boy, who was sitting up on his knees in the shower
stall.  While the biker looked him over, Bruno opened the box of cigars and
sniffed them.  Then he removed one from the box and set the box down on the
edge of the bed.

The biker looked over as Bruno lit up the cigar and as soon as he took his
first puff, the biker looked back down at the boy.

"Little monkey, want a banana?"  The biker asked the boy.

The boy nodded his head and the biker unzipped his jeans and unbuttoned his
chaps, allowing his dick to flop out.  It was a nice 7" or so cut.  The boy
looked up at it and the biker stepped closer.

"Open your mouth."  The biker said.

The boy did as he was told and opened his mouth.  Then the biker inched
closer, dangling his dick in front of the boy like a piece of fruit.  He
held it by the base of the shaft as it bent down toward the boy and brought
it to the edge of his waiting mouth.

"Show me you want it."  The biker said.

The boy stuck out his tongue and licked the tip a few times, before the
biker abruptly decided to shove it into his little mouth.

"Yeah.  Mmmmm.  Take it down your throat, you little fuck!"  The biker
demanded.

The boy gagged and choked as the biker crammed his shaft into his mouth and
down his throat.  His balls were nearly against his chin, when he started
to gag heavily.  The man eased it out just a bit, giving the boy time to
breathe, before cramming it back in again.

I was surprised by the way Bruno stood back and allowed it to take place.
He just stood there watching and smoking his cigar as the biker
throat-fucked his little boy.  It wasn't long before the boy had saliva and
drool running down his chin and tears running down his face.

The biker grabbed the boy's head and began fucking his mouth even more
aggressively.  His heavy, hairy balls were slapping the boy's chin hard,
until he suddenly puked.  The biker yanked his dick from the poor boy's
mouth just as the vomit came up after it.

The boy leaned forward and puked all in the base of the shower stall.

"Fuck yeah!  Make room for my fucking nut, you filthy monkey."  The biker
said as he stroked his spit covered dick.

I watched as the boy finished puking and collected himself for a moment.
He didn't get long of a break, before the biker was in his face again.  He
looked down at the boy and slapped his little face with his dick.

"Open up and suck it you little nigger."  The biker said.

The boy looked up at him and opened his mouth again, for the biker to cram
his dick back down his throat.  He grabbed the boy's smooth bald head and
began skull-fucking him hard as Bruno and I watched.

I couldn't believe how rough he was being allowed to fuck the boy's face.
His balls were slapping against his drool soaked chin as he gagged on the
white dick, raping his mouth.

"Fuck yeah!  Fuck!  Mmmmm!"  The biker groaned as he held the boy's head
with both hands and pounded his mouth.

A few more seconds passed before the biker slowed his pace and pulled his
dick out of the boy's mouth again.  He stroked it hard as he looked down at
the boy and spit on him.  The boy just looked up at him and didn't say a
word.  Just when I thought it was over, the biker looked over at Bruno for
a moment and then grabbed the boy's head again.

He pulled the waist of his chaps and jeans down further and lifted his leg
up, resting it against the wall of the stall and pulled the boy's head up
under his balls.  He rubbed his little lips against his hairy balls, taint
and asshole as he stroked his dick.

"Tongue that fucking hole.  Taste it fucker!"  The biker demanded.

The boy licked the man's hole as best he could, until the biker was finally
ready to bust a nut.  At which time, he brought his leg back down and
positioned the tip of his dick over the boy's lips.  Then I watched as his
globs of thick white cum spewed from the head of his dick and into the
boy's open mouth.

"Eat!  My!  Fuck'n!  Nut!  Fuckkkkkkk!"  The biker groaned as he emptied
his balls into the boy's mouth.

By this time, Bruno's cigar was nearing its end and he gave it a few more
puffs before removing it from his lips and tossing it into the shower stall
with the boy.  That was apparently the biker's indication that his allotted
time was up.  He stepped back, shook the last drops of cum from the head of
his shaft and quickly tucked it back in his jeans.

Then he zipped/buttoned up and walked back to the door to the hallway to
leave as Bruno approached the boy.  I heard the door close as he biker made
his way out to the patio.  Bruno looked at the boy and reached behind him,
turning on the shower faucet, just below the metal ring in the wall.

The water showered down from the shower head at the top of the stall,
soaking the boy and washing away his puke.  The boy shivered as he sat
there looking up at Bruno obediently, so I knew it had to be be a cold
shower.  A few minutes passed and then Bruno turned the water off.

"Present."  Bruno said.

The boy stood up and turned around to face the wall of the shower stall.
Where he placed his hands on the wall and felt around for a place to hold
on.  I hadn't noticed it before but there were a number of indented spaces
in each corner of the stall, which were spaced out about a foot apart,
starting at the floor and went all the way up to the ceiling.

The boy used them as foot and hand holds as he climbed up inside the stall.
He climbed up, until his tiny hairless ass was almost waist high and then
he stuck his ass outward towards Bruno.  Who turned around, squatted down
and reached under the bed.  He pulled out a bottle of 40W motor oil and
held it in his hand as he returned to his boy.

I watched as Bruno moved in behind his boy with the bottle of motor oil in
his hand.  He ran one hand up and down the boy's legs and over his tiny ass
cheeks.  Then he opened the bottle of oil, spread the boy's tiny cheeks and
poured the motor oil down between them, soaking his tiny black asshole with
it.

The excess oil ran down the boy's legs and dripped onto the tile base of
the shower stall as Bruno closed the bottle and tossed it back onto the bed
behind him.  Then he unbuttoned his leather pants and pulled them down in
the front, allowing his thick dick to hangout.

He must have had about 7.5" uncut on him and it was very thick, nearly as
thick as my Dad's and I could see it had a large cock-ring at its base,
that was attached to the metal/leather harness he was wearing.  He reached
out and wiped some of the oil off of the boy's legs and applied it to his
dick as he began to stroke it.

I watched intently as Bruno prepared to mount his little boy and I couldn't
help but feel my own dick begin to stir to attention.  I tried to ignore it
and continued to watch as the black man stepped closer to the boy.  He got
as close as he could and began rubbing his shaft up and down between the
tiny black cheeks.

I was surprised at how the boy didn't say anything, he didn't move or make
a sound.  He just stared ahead at the wall as Bruno's big dick eyed its
target.

"Push back."  Bruno said and the boy inched his tiny ass back farther.

Then Bruno guided his dick to the boy's hole, pushing it between his
cheeks, while at the same time reaching his arm around in front of the boy.
I could see the boy's little legs start to shiver as the man began to
penetrate him.  He didn't fight it but I heard him begin to sniffle as he
did his best to hold back tears.

Bruno used his arm to pull the boy against him gently as his big black dick
pushed its way inside.

"Open it.  That's it.  Open it wide."  Bruno said.

He pulled the boy back more, until his little hands slipped from the
corners of the stall and he fell back against the man's chest.  Without
anything to hold on to, he began to slide down onto Bruno's dick, which was
apparently what was to be expected.

Soon Bruno had his boy mounted and I could hear the sound of heavy
whimpering and sniffling echoing within the narrow walls of the stall.
Once he was fully mounted, Bruno took a step back and the boy's feet
slipped from the corners of the stall, leaving him fully impaled on the
man's dick.

Then Bruno stepped out of the stall to face me.  The boy was holding on to
the man's arm, that was across his little chest.  Tears were running down
his little face but he didn't make much noise.  Only sniffles and whimpers
as his hole accepted the big black dick.

I watched as Bruno placed his other arm up under the boy's stomach and
began to hump the little guy.  He held on for dear life as the man leaned
him forward and began fucking him.  It wasn't long before the boy was
practically being fucked like a rag doll.  His legs dangled and swayed from
side to side as the man reamed his little ass out.

His little body bucked and jolted with each thrust as the man held him in
mid air, slamming him up and down on his shaft.  His legs dangling down and
his hands grasping onto Bruno's arms.



The longer I watched, the less I could resist unzipping my jeans to free my
aching dick.  Without even thinking, I unzipped and pulled it out.  It was
throbbing hard and felt great to no longer have it constrained by my jeans.
Precum was dripping from my piss-slit and I rubbed it with my thumb.  Then
I brought my thumb to my lips and tasted it.

Bruno watched as I licked and sucked my precum from my fingers, while he
continued to pound his boy's ass.  The boy just stared down at the floor as
his Master/Owner rammed his hole violently.  I could hear the squishing of
the motor oil between their bodies and the unmistakable sound of a mans
balls beating a tiny young hairless ass.  Even the leash made a noise as it
dangled from the boy's collar as he received a punishingly brutal fucking.

The boy might have been young but his hole must have been extremely well
trained to handle such punishment.  Bruno kept his eyes on me as if to make
sure I was watching him deliver the fucking.  I slowly stroked my dick and
watched as he moved his arms out from under the boy and instead grabbed him
by his waist.

The muscles of his forearms bulged as he gripped the little boy tight,
thrusting his big dick up inside him, meeting each forced bounce, causing
the boy to jolt violently.

"Uggghhhmmmmm!  Uggghhhmmmmm!  Mmmmmmm!"  Bruno growled as he ravaged the
boy's tiny ass.

Until suddenly, he thrust against him hard and pulled the boy down,
impaling him on his shaft.  Tears dripped from his little eyes onto the
dirty concrete floor below.  The two rested for a moment and I knew Bruno
had unloaded his seed into his boy.

Then the man turned and stepped back into the shower stall, where he lifted
the boy up off his dick and set him gently back onto the floor.  I could
hear the heavy whimpers amplified within the narrow confines of the stall
and it made my dick throb.

I watched as Bruno buttoned up his leather pants and detached his Pup's
leash from the metal ring in the stall.  Then he lead the boy out of the
stall and picked up the box of cigars from the bed.

He placed the box under his arm and he walked up to me and said, "Put that
thing away before it catches cold."

I looked down at my throbbing hard dick in my hand but kept stroking it.
He rolled his eyes at me and stepped passed me to open the door to the
hallway.  I was still horny as hell, after they completed their fuck
session and I was a little disappointed to see it end before I could shoot
my load.

Unfortunately, there was nothing left for me to do but shove my hard dick
back into my jeans and zip them back up.  Which I did, before following the
two of them back out to the patio.  They continued on to side door and into
the main room, while I stopped to sit down at one of the tables in the
patio.  I hoped the cool air would calm me down and help my raging boner
subside.

I looked out through the metal gate at the gas station across the street
and watched the silhouettes moving around under the streetlights.  I'd
remembered what Roger had said about the homeless boys that hung out there
at night and the more I thought about them and the one who was probably
still in the restroom, the harder my dick became.  I was about to give up
on it going down on its own, when the side door to the main room popped
open and Nathan stuck his head out.

He looked over at me as he looked around.

"Hey...  What you doing out here?"  He asked.

I rubbed my bulging crotch and replied, "Trying to get this fucking boner
to go down."

With that, he looked back inside the main room and then pushed the door
open to step out into the patio.  He was completely naked as he stepped
away from the door, allowing it close behind him.

He slowly walked over to me and asked, "You want some help?"

I didn't answer him but instead moved my hand away from my crotch and he
reached down unzipping my jeans, revealing my throbbing hard dick as it
laid there soaked in precum.  Then he grabbed the sides of my jeans and
tugged on them.  I lifted my ass up from the chair, so he could more easily
pull my jeans down and within seconds he had them down to my knees.

I rested one arm on the table beside to me and relaxed as he straddled me
in the chair facing me.  I felt his peach fuzz covered bony little ass
grind against my shaft as he began to give me a lap dance.  He might have
known how to shake his little ass, while standing on a counter top but he
was pretty bad at lap dancing.  Though I admired his effort, I could tell
he needed some practice.

Nonetheless, it did feel kinda good.  So I grabbed hold of his waist and
helped guide him as he moved to the music, that was permeating through the
wall of the main room.  After a few minutes, he reached down, lifted up my
shirt and placed his hands on my hairy chest, while he continued to grind
his little ass against my dick.

Despite his effort, I knew I wasn't going to get my nuts off at that rate,
so I reached back and began stroking my dick with one hand and continued to
guide his hip with the other.  However, that only lasted a minute or so,
because he apparently felt that I wanted more than a lap dance.  He raised
his little ass up and began rubbing it over the head of my dick as I
stroked it.

He looked down at me and pushed his bony little ass against my dick more
and I felt his hole brush over the head.  He felt it too and lined himself
up with it.  I wasn't sure if I should try to stop him or just go with the
flow.  Fortunately, he wasn't going to give me much of a choice in the
matter.  I felt his hands begin to claw at my chest as he pushed down
harder against my dick.

I gripped my shaft tight to guide it as I felt his teenage hole slowly open
for me.  He wiggled his ass and the head of my dick pushed inside his eager
little hole.

"Mmmm!"  I moaned.

He continued to push himself onto my dick, until over half of it was inside
of him.  Then he stopped and eased himself up, only to slide back down on
it again.  I let go of my dick and returned my hand to his waist as the kid
eagerly rode me.  He didn't make eye contact with me as he bounced himself
up and down.  Instead he looked down at his little dick as it rubbed
against my hairy stomach.

I was so horny at that point, that it felt good to have my dick in any
tight hole.  I wasn't about to stop him.  I let him enjoy himself as he
worked to work me up to the verge of cumming.

"I'm gonna nut."  I said as I felt him claw at my chest even more and he
picked up his pace.

I gripped his waist tighter and thrust up to meet his rhythm.  I could feel
my balls tightening and without another warning, I released my seed up his
little asshole.

"MMMMmmmm!  Fuckkkkk!"  I groaned.

He continued to ride me, until I'd completely emptied my load into him.
Then he slowed to a stop and rested for a moment.  I wasn't sure if I
should thank him or what, so I just sat there catching my breath.  The next
thing I knew, I saw the side door to the main room pop open again and this
time Roger stuck his head out.

He looked at us and said very sternly, "That's coming outta your paycheck."

I felt my heart sink into my stomach.

"Seriously?"  I asked as Nathan turned around to look at Roger.

"Nah, I'm just fuck'n with ya."  Roger said with a grin, "But could ya
hurry it up?  They're gett'n thirsty in here and all I know how to make is
piss and vinegar.  An I'm all outta vinegar."

With that he pulled his head back in and closed the door.

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