Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2015 02:08:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dipsticks Part Nine M/b Incest

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Chapter Nine: "Bad Influence"

While spending some time with Damien and his Uncle Max over the Easter
holiday, I had a chance to get to know the two of them better.  I learned
more about their special relationship and just how much they really cared
for each other.  Unfortunately, the more often Max spoke of their love, the
guiltier I felt for having been the boy's first.  I couldn't help but feel
that, that honor should have been bestowed upon Max.

However, Damien had other plans and despite knowing how much the man loved
him, he had pursued me anyway.  In fact, he had pretty much latched on to
me at one point and insisted that I fuck him.  Little did I know at the
time, that I was not the only one he was chasing after.  As it would turn
out, he was actively seeking out other men.  Sometimes with Max being aware
and sometimes not.

He was a horny boy and Max knew it.  Which I think was a big part of why he
was so attracted to the boy.  At least I know for me it was.  When it came
to men, he had an eagerness about him that rivaled even my Son Jacob.
Although, where Jacob would just flirt a little bit; Damien would put on a
bit of a show, in hopes of luring a man in.  Which took things beyond
innocent flirting.

He simply had a demanding and deep burning desire to be with men.  Not one
man but many men.  I'd seen it in the way he flaunted his little body
around, when surrounded by a receptive crowd.  The way he shook his tiny
ass and worked his hips when he walked.  My Dad had even been witness to it
and at one point he'd told me he'd been very tempted to take the boy's
cherry.  Which didn't surprise me as much as it did to learn, that he
resisted that temptation with every ounce of strength he had, in order to
allow me the chance to do it.

In hindsight, knowing that made taking the boy's cherry all that much more
incredible.  However, it also instilled an even deeper feeling of guilt as
I listened to Max confess his unending love for the boy.  To put it simply,
I was torn during the entire conversation with him.  It wasn't easy listen
to him expressing his love and desire for a boy.  Who by this time, had
already been enjoyed by myself and my Brother, which Max knew about.

It was the other untold encounters, that Damien eventually confessed to
during our conversation, that seemed to put things more into perspective.
Max had apparently chosen the one little boy, who would spread his legs for
any man that gave him more than a passing glance.  He told us of many
occasions, where he'd jerked men off in the privacy of the men's only
gazebo at the Blue Crane.  An how he'd sneak away after school to suck them
off in the bushes along the path.

It might have been all innocent boyhood fun for Damien but Max started to
realize, that he'd probably bitten off more than he could handle with this
boy.  Indeed, he was a handful, mouthful and wanted a hole full to boot.
Something that Max wasn't too sure he was going to be comfortable with.
Since the whole reason he'd picked Damien to be his boy was because he
wanted his own personal boy to enjoy.

Sure, he was alright with men he knew playing with him on the side.  But to
learn just how untamed and wild the boy's horny nature could be, really
seemed to take him back a bit.  Naturally he wasn't sure how to feel after
hearing the boy's revelations but he loved him just the same.  Or at least
as much any man pretending to be a boy's Uncle could.

It was after that, that Max asked me if I knew more men who would be
receptive to the boy's flaunting and sexual advancements.  The very
question caught me by surprise but as I took a moment to process his
request, it became clear that he was willing to accept his little lover's
desires and wanted to help him in his search.  Which surprised the hell out
of me even more.

However, as I rolled through the perverted men in my mind's eye; I knew I
had to commend him for being so understanding.  It wasn't every man, who
could accept that their lover had needs that they themselves couldn't
fulfill.  It took a strong man to know his limitations and to decide it
best not to stifle the boy's lust, out of greed and selfishness.

With a growing list of potential horny men now in the forefront of my mind,
I rambled off a few names to him.  Some he knew, some he didn't and some he
seemed leery of.  After a few minutes, I hadn't apparently persuaded him or
peeked his interest in any one man in particular.  I had a sinking
suspicion, that he would prefer to arrange to meet any potential men in
person.

So I gave it a bit more thought and an option came to mind.  Although, I
didn't know how he'd feel about it and there were risks involved.  I told
him, that with Damien's craving for men the boy was bound to have an
encounter with someone at the Blue Crane, who wouldn't be so receptive to
his advances.  He agreed and confirmed my suspicion, that he was seeking a
safe place to meet others directly.

With that hurdle behind me, I informed him of my option.  I told him that I
knew a place full of open-minded men, who would gladly jump at the chance
to mount the little fella.  At first he was both intrigued and leery of
such a place.  But then I explained that the place I had in mind was the
bar where I worked.  That seemed to peek his interest and he became very
inquisitive.

He asked me so many questions about Dipsticks, that I actually found myself
pondering for answers.  Some things I should have known right away but some
of the things he asked were barely common knowledge to me.  As much I as I
didn't like suddenly feeling as though I was in a Spanish inquisition, I
respected his thoroughness.  It should just how serious he was and how much
he cared about protecting his boy.

Eventually, I think he ran out of questions to ask and the ones I couldn't
answer, I promised could be easily answered by him seeing things for
himself.  So we finally agreed to meet at the bar on one of our slower
nights.  When I knew it would be easiest for me to slip away from the
counter and show him around the place.  I figured it would also be better
for Damien, since it wouldn't be crowded and we could keep a closer eye on
him.

We settled on a day towards the end of the month and just as he said, Max
arrived at Dipsticks a few minutes before midnight.  I was standing behind
the counter in the main room of the bar; When I saw him come in alone.  He
was dressed in khaki shorts and a t-shirt.

I waved to him and said, "Well, howdy stranger."

"Hey, Mark."  He said with a smile as he came inside and the front door
closed behind him.

Then he approached the counter and had a quick glance around the room.  I
stood opposite him and joined him in looking around.  I pointed out a few
things as I followed his eyes examining his surroundings.  There were only
two other people in the bar at the time and they were playing pool.  The
music was turned down kind of low and I had the stereo tuned to a local
rock station.

"Did you find the place alright?"  I asked.

He nodded and replied, "Yeah, I haven't been out this way in a long time.
Come to think of it, didn't this place catch fire or something?"

"Yup, it did awhile back.  Then Roger, the owner, came upon the place and
turned it into what it is now."  I replied.

He nodded again and said, "Well, it's sure come a long ways."

"Speaking of coming a long ways.  Did you come all this way alone or did
you bring your little buddy?"  I asked.

That brought a grin to his face and he nodded as he replied, "He's waiting
in the car."

"Well, let's go get him shall we?"  I said as I stepped away from the
counter.

I walked around to the side patio door and pushed it open, inviting Max to
follow me out.  Then the two of us stepped out into the patio, where I
could see Damien sitting in the front passenger seat of his car; Which had
been parked right out front, a few feet from the patio gate.

As we walked towards the gate, Roger and Nathan watched us from the corner
of the patio.  I wouldn't have even known they were there if it weren't for
the glow from Roger's cigar.  The remained silent and just watched as I
pushed the gate open and walked out to Max's car.  Damien instantly sat up
to attention and put his hands on the window.  He smiled from ear to ear as
he waited for me to open the car door.

No sooner than my hand touched the handle, I heard the locks unlock and
looked over to see Max holding his key chain remote.  I figured he must
have really taken to heart what I told him about the place being a bit
seedy and it being a good idea to keep his doors locked.  I just hadn't
expected him to lock the boy inside the car.

I pulled the handle and swung the door open, allowing Damien to hop out and
throw his arms around me.  He was dressed in very lose fitting sweatpants
and an over-sized short sleeve shirt.  It was obvious Max hadn't been
buying the boy many clothes.  Not that he needed to I suppose.  I mean,
they did live in a nudist community.  Where clothing was optional and often
frowned upon.

"Hey, Mark!"  He yelled with excitement.

"Hey, little fella."  I replied and picked him up, nearly causing him to
slip out of his sweats, "Uh oh, someone's in a hurry to get naked.  Haha!"

"Haha!"  He laughed and blushed.

I held him in my arms and said, "Don't worry, there'll be plenty of time
for that later."

That brought a smile to his face and I carried him away from the car as Max
closed the door and re-locked it.  Then the three of us walked back through
the gate and crossed the patio.  I glanced over at Roger and Nathan hiding
in the corner as I pulled the side door open and listened for them to make
any subtle comments.

I guess Nathan must have said something but he spoke too softly for me to
overhear him.  However, I heard Roger hum acknowledgingly, so I knew they
were discussing something.  I just smiled to myself and proceeded to carry
the boy inside with Max right behind me.  We returned to the counter and I
sat Damien down on one of the bar stools.

Max sat down beside him and joined him in looking around the room some
more.  Then I stepped back around the counter to my usual spot and offered
to make them both a drink.  Damien asked for a soda, so I made him a
cherry-coke with fresh cherries and Max asked for a martini.  I fixed him
his drink and placed it on the counter with a paper coaster underneath it.

The two of them sipped their drinks and seemed to really enjoy the vibe of
the place.  We talked for a bit and watched the other two customers finish
their game of pool, before Max and Damien decided to play a round
themselves.  The two customers came over to the counter to pay their tabs
and I heard them make a remark about there being a little boy in the bar.

"This ain't no kinda place for a boy."  One said.

To which I responded, "He's with his Uncle.  It's not like he's in here on
his own getting drunk after school."

"Whatever..."  He said and rolled his eyes as he pocketed his change.

Then he walked out the front door, while the other said, "Sorry, Mark.  I
can't take him anywhere."

It was then, that I remembered the second guy as being one of our regular
customers; Who usually came in with another guy.  I didn't know the whole
story at the time but apparently the man he was with on his night was his
boyfriend.  An the other man he usually came in with was just someone who
he was having an affair with.

Of course after seeing how different the two men acted, I could see why the
one was cheating on the other.  They were practically polar-opposites of
one another.  I remember thinking, that if the boyfriend knew the kinds of
things his man had been seen doing in the sex swing out on the patio; That,
that relationship would have been over a long time ago.

Naturally, being the kind of bartender I was, I simply filed that knowledge
away for safe keeping in the back of my mind.  While I watched the guy exit
the bar to join his boyfriend outside.  A few seconds later, I heard the
sound of tires squealing and caught the flash of headlights as they pulled
out of the parking lot in a hurry.

That was followed by the side door to the patio opening and Roger and
Nathan came inside.  Nathan was dressed in a black thong with purple
highlights in his hair.  An Roger was dressed in his usual work jeans and a
t-shirt, just as I was.

"Someone ain't gonna be getting them any dick tonight.  Haha!"  Roger
laughed in reference to the two customers who had just left.

I shook my head and smiled.

"That's why they make dildos."  Nathan said as he hopped up on the counter.

"Yeah, for when you just gotta say, 'Go fuck yourself.'"  Roger said with a
grin.

That made Nathan and I both laugh.  Then Roger made his way over to the
pool table and introduced himself to Max and Damien.  Max was a little
nervous as first and I could see him looking over at me as he shook Roger's
hand.  I nodded to him to assure him the man was safe and to further drive
home the fact; I reached up from behind Nathan's legs and grabbed the front
of his thong, pulling it down to expose his little dick.

"Hey!"  Nathan yelled and squirmed, "Quit it, dude!  Hands off the
merchandise!"

Roger and Max both stared across the room at us and grinned.  Even Damien
glanced over and his little eyes lit up, when he saw the kid's exposed
dick.  Feeling that I had gotten my message across to everyone, I released
Nathan from my grip and resumed my duties behind the counter.

The next few hours went by fast.  Despite having less than three more
customers during the entire time. The five of us kept things interesting by
playing pool, drinking and talking among ourselves.  Roger and Max got
along pretty well, once Max got over his nervousness.  Nathan and Damien
had fun making fun of each others clothes and playing games around the bar.
There wasn't much to do on such a slow night but there was always the dart
board, pool table and of course the men's room.

Which with all the drinking going on, there was certainly a good number of
trips to the trough toilet.  Each time either Damien or Nathan went in, I'd
glance over and sneak a peek through the doorway to catch a shot of them in
the long mirror.  I could see them checking out each others dicks as they
pissed and exploring the gloryholes.  It was good to see the older kid
showing the younger boy the ropes of the men's room trade.

It wasn't until Roger and Max needed to piss that things became more
interesting.  I watched as Damien casually followed his Uncle into the
men's room and proceeded to hold the man's big 8.5" cut dick for him, while
he pissed.  That was soon followed up by Roger, who joined them and offered
his man meat to the boy to hold.  His 8" cut and pierced dick fascinated
Damien, who played with it while the man pissed and his Uncle watched.

Nathan and I got a kick out of perving on the three of them through the
open doorway, while we waited for closing time to roll around.  Naturally,
time really started to fly once the dicks started swinging around.  Soon it
was closing time and I had made my way around to the front door to lock it.
A few minutes later, I heard the bell in the backroom echo through the
building and I knew we had after hours guests waiting to be let in.

With Roger 'dick-strated' in the men's room, Nathan took it upon himself to
go and let the people in.  He made his way through the side door and out
through the patio, on his way to the backroom.  It was around that very
same time, that I glanced into the men's room, just in time to see Damien's
clothes coming off.

Roger and Max each grabbed a piece of clothing and stripped the little
fella naked in a flash.  His tiny hairless 8yo ass came into view and I
felt my dick become rock hard in my jeans.  I reached down to readjust
myself in a hurry as I heard voices coming closer.  No sooner did I get my
dick shifted around, did I hear the side door open and my old friend Bear
came walking in.

He was naked as the day God made him with his big beer belly and freshly
pumped dick jiggling as he walked through the door.  Bear was a regular at
the bar and with the warmer weather finally here, he'd started arriving
naked.  Which seemed to save a lot of time, since he spent most of his
visits fucking around in the men's room.

"Well, damn.  Where the hell is everyone tonight?"  He asked as he walked
around the counter and stood between two bar stools.

I think he'd planned to spend this particular night in his favorite stall
as well, until he noticed how empty the place was.  However, what he didn't
realize yet, was that there were already folks in there messing around.

So I pointed to the men's room and smiled as I replied, "They're having a
meeting in your office."

It was then, that he turned and looked through the open doorway.  Where his
lust-filled eyes immediately spotted little Damien, huddled between two
men.

"Sweet baby Jesus!"  He said in surprise as he put one hand over his heart
and leaned back as he stared into the men's room at Damien's bald ass
cheeks.

Then he reached down with his other hand and grabbed himself by his low
hanging balls and asked, "Who's that they have there?"

Max and Roger heard him and slowly turned Damien around to face him.  The
boy licked his lips as he spun around and looked across the room at Bear
with eager little eyes.  I could tell the man was clearly taken by the
boy's beauty, by the way he leaned back against the bar stool to take in
the full view.

Damien was certainly adorable but I think it was the little smear of pearly
white cum above his left eyebrow that really set things off.  He was a
little red in the face but I couldn't tell if it was from him blushing or
because he'd just been sucking two adult dicks.  Either way, his face lit
up as he saw the naked man checking him out and not a second later he
bolted across the room to join him.

"Are you nudist?"  Damien asked curiously.

The man looked down at the naked little boy and admired his adorable body
as he replied, "You bet'cha, sweet cheeks!"

"Cool, me too!"  The boy said with excitement.

"Yeah?  No fool'n?"  Bear asked with a smile.

Damien nodded his head and the man put his arm around him, giving him a
little hug and a grope.  The boy smiled from ear to ear as he felt the
man's hands on his hairless smooth body.  Then Bear wiped the cum from the
boy's eyebrow and Damien blushed bright red.

"Mmmmmm.  All natural cream filling, my favorite."  Bear said as he licked
the cum from his fingers.

"Hehe!"  Damien giggled.

Just then, Max and Roger stepped out of the men's room and approached the
counter.  Max laid the boy's clothes on one of the empty bar stools and
Roger asked if he'd like to come to the backroom for a bit.  I didn't think
he would, considering how cautious and protective he had been with the boy.
But to my surprise, he agreed to tag along and asked me to keep an eye on
Damien for him.

Then the two of them made their way around the counter and stepped outside
through the side patio door.  Bear on the other hand, wasn't about to leave
the boy's side for even a second.  He was glued to the spot as he
continuously felt the boy up the longer he stood beside him and it wasn't
long before that had his pumped up dick rising to attention.

Damien took notice and kept glancing over at it as he tried not to stare.
I couldn't help but find it cute seeing him checking the man out.  There
was an obvious mutual attraction between them and I was glad to bear
witness to it.

"Can I get you a drink, Bear?"  I asked.

That distracted him from his groping, just long enough to focus on ordering
a drink and to have seat at the bar.  He sat down and Damien hopped up on a
stool beside him.  The boy still had a drink sitting on the counter from
earlier and he picked it up to take a sip.

"What'cha got there?"  Bear asked.

"Cherry-coke."  Damien replied with a burp.

"Mmmm, looks good.  I'll have what he's having, Barkeep.  On the rocks with
a splash of rum."  Bear said.

I nodded and went about repairing his drink.  Once it was done, I placed it
on the counter in front of him and he picked it up.  However, before he
could take his first sip he offered the drink to Damien to taste.  The boy
gladly accepted and took a quick sip.

"How's that?"  Bear asked.

"Mmmmm.  Taste's pretty good."  He said, licking his little lips.

Bear smiled and turned to me to ask, "Who's he here with?  It's not you is
it?"

I grinned but shook my head and replied, "Nah, he came with his Uncle.
He's the guy Roger's showing around."

"Oh, I see...  You think the Uncle would mind if I bought his Nephew a few
rounds?"  He asked.

With Max out of the room, I was technically in charge and should have been
looking out for the boy's best interest.  Then again, I'd already proven to
be not so good at looking out for a boy's best interest.

So after giving it only a moments consideration I replied, "A few probably
couldn't hurt.  Max did say he wanted the boy to experience everything we
had to offer."

"I like this Max fella already."  He said and took a sip of his drink.

With that, I went about making the boy a rum and cherry-coke.  Once it was
ready, I placed it on the counter in front of him and he quickly picked it
up to take a sip.

"Mmmmmm.  It's so good."  He said.

I smiled and nodded.

Then I asked, "So how you liking the place so far?"

"It's really cool."  He replied, "I like that I can be naked.  Hehe."

"You can say that again.  That's the whole reason I come here."  Bear said,
"I come for the nudism, I stay for the voyeurism."

"What's voyeurism?"  Damien asked.

Bear grinned and reached over between the boy's legs, gently touching his
tiny cocklet.

"Mmm!"  The boy moaned.

"Have a few more drinks and I'll show you."  Bear said with an evil grin.

That was all the encouragement the boy needed and he started taking bigger
sips of his drink.  He'd soon finished off the glass and was ready for
more.  I fixed him a second, third and finally a fourth, before I realized
that no one else had come into the bar.  I knew it would be slow but I was
still surprised by just how slow it was.

Plus I figured that Roger, Nathan and Max would have come back in by then.
I knew they were in the backroom and that, that area of the bar was
probably the seediest in the joint but what I didn't know at the time was
that Bear hadn't come alone.

He'd dropped off a special delivery in the backroom; One that he'd become
known for in recent months, after the issues with so many children crossing
the US-Mexico border.  He'd picked up a little cross-country cargo and it
was presently receiving a deep cavity search by both men.  All while Nathan
kept watch on the backdoor, in case we had an after hours straddler arrive.

As luck would have it, an hour must have passed without anyone else coming
in and by this time Bear and Damien were starting to get to know each
other.  Both seemed to be enjoying the evening and bonding right from the
start.  I was just glad to see the boy making adult friends.  Especially
with Bear, who was already a well experienced boy-lover and not just some
creep like some of the other men who frequented Dipsticks.

Luckily, this was a turning out to be one of the slowest nights I'd seen in
awhile; Which gave ample opportunity for the two to get acquainted, without
all the interruptions other horny pervs would have caused them.  They were
well into their fourth round of drinks and both had become very tipsy.

"Come here often?"  Bear asked playfully and somewhat nervously.

"Nope."  The boy replied innocently and with a slightly drunken tone.

"I didn't think so.  I never forget a face and I've never seen such a cute
little smile here before."  He said, trying his best to flirt with the boy.

Damien smiled, blushed and finished his drink.  After which, he attempted
to slide the glass across the counter to me but instead his fingers slipped
and it shot across the smooth surface.

"Oh shit!"  He gasped and reached out for it but it was too late.

It slid right over the edge of the counter and into the open ice chest
below it.  He heard it hit the ice and his little face went white.  I know
he thought it'd just broken it all over the place.

"I'm sorry, Mark!"  He said.

I gave him a look and reached into the ice chest.  When I reached my hand
back up, I had the glass filled with ice and his he took a deep breath in
relief.

"That was close."  He said.

"Yup.  You're not the first one to do that.  That's why I always leave the
door open just in case."  I said as I poured him one last drink.

He smiled at me and yawned as he watched me fill his glass.  I could tell
he was getting tired and it was probably way passed his bedtime.  So I
didn't put anymore rum in the glass and instead filled it full of soda.
Then I carefully placed it back on the counter in front of it.

"Careful now, don't spill it."  I said.

He nodded and very carefully picked it up to take a sip.  Then Bear placed
his empty drink glass on the counter and scooted it to me.  I was about to
pour him another one, when he motioned that he'd had enough.  So I took the
glass and placed it in the sink.

It was then, that I over heard him say, "Well, we've done all this drinking
and I still don't even know your name."

I turned around just as Damien replied, "I'm Damien."

"You're one sexy little fella, Damien."  Bear said as he offered his hand
to shake, "The name's Bear."

The boy shook his hand and smiled.

"Hey, that's quit a handshake you got there.  Probably from all those years
of grabbing your Uncle's bat, am I right?"

"Hehe, yeah."  Damien giggled and blushed.

"MmHmm.  I bet he's got a big one."  He said with a grin, "Most Uncle's do.
Am I right, Mark?"

I nodded and grinned.  I guess it was about that time, that I noticed that
their handshake was taking a bit longer than one generally would.  For some
reason, I found it interesting and casually stepped closer to the counter
to lean over and take a look.  It was then, that I noticed Bear had
seemingly effortless moved the boy's hand down to his big dick and was
guiding his fingers over the length.

"Mmmmmm!  My, my, my.  That feels good."  The man said with a big grin.

Damien was blurry eyed by this point and smiling from ear to ear as he
stared down at the man's dick, while slowly rubbed it for him.

"Oh yeah, Mmmmmm.  Damien loves big dicks."  I said with a devilish grin.

The boy nodded and smiled as he giggled, "Yeah.  I like 'em big around.
Hehe."

"Oh yeah?  Mmmmmm.  I love a boy who knows what he likes."  He said, "Is
this big enough for you?"

Damien blushed even more as he glanced back down at Bear's thick, pumped up
dick, sticking up between his spread legs.

"Here let's measure it just to be sure."  The man said as he guided the
boy's hand to the base of his shaft.

Damien's little hand wrapped around Bear's meaty dick but there was no way
he could get his hand completely around it.  So Bear scooted closer and the
boy added a second hand.  I watched as Damien leaned over with both hands
around the man's shaft and began to stroke it for him.

"That'a boy.  Stroke that thing."  He said, "Nothing like a big stiff dick
between friends.  Mmmmm."

The boy looked over at me and said, "It's so damn big!  It's, it's
ginormous!"

I smiled and said, "One of the biggest around these parts for sure."

The two of them enjoyed the moment of public masturbation.  If you could
really call it public.  I mean, there was no one around but me, but still
it was in a public setting, so that counts right?  Anyways, the boy had the
man worked up pretty good after only a few minutes of stroking, only to
abruptly bring it to an end.

Damien looked up at Bear and said, "I gotta pee."

Bear grinned and said, "That makes two of us."

Then the boy released his grip on the man's dick and hopped down from the
stool but instantly found himself beginning to stumble.  He grabbed hold of
the stool and Bear lent a hand to stable him.

"Whoa..."  Damien said as he stood there dizzy and unsure if he should
move, "What's happening-ing-ing?"

His head swayed back and fourth and I knew he was drunk.  Hell, after all
the drinks he'd hand, I was surprised he wasn't sleeping in a booth by
then.

"Looks like someone's a little bit drunk."  Bear said as he helped the boy
carefully step away from the stool, "Don't worry, I've got you.  Let's step
into my office..."

An with that, I watched as the two very slowly made their way to the men's
room.  Bear's big dick swayed back and fourth between his legs, fully erect
and dribbling with precum as he lead the boy through the open doorway.

With no customers to tend to, I glanced around the empty room, before
stepping over to the side patio door.  There, I pushed it open and peeked
my head outside to have a quick look around.  There was no one in sight, so
I figured it was safe to leave my post.

Who could blame me really?  I mean, I was horny after seeing those two
playing with each other and I knew the men's room was Bear's stomping
ground.  Things were bound to get interesting in there.  So after a few
moments, I closed the side door and made my way to the men's room.

Where I expected to see them standing at the trough urinal.  However, they
were inexplicably nowhere to be found.  That made me both curious and
concerned as I slowly stepped further into the room and counted the open
stall doors with my eyes.  They were each wide open with the exception of
the handicap stall on the end.  I listened closely but couldn't hear
anything unusual over the sound of the music echoing through the room.

The closer I got, the more concerned I became.  As I stood outside the
door, I peeked through the crack and could see that Bear was sitting on the
toilet with his legs spread wide.  An resting there on his lap was Damien,
with his face was pressed against the man's chest and his arms
outstretched, giving him a hug as he sat seemingly unconscious.

Bear had his hand on the small of the boy's back, holding him as he rested
with his swollen dick leaned up, pressing against his tiny hairless ass
cheeks.  I could see the look of lust in the man's eyes as he comforted the
boy.  He had precum oozing down his shaft and dripping off the base of his
low hanging balls.

I didn't want to disturb them but I knew Bear couldn't spend all night
sitting there on the toilet like that.  So I gently pushed the door open
and stepped inside.  He looked up at me and smiled.

"Poor little fella's plumb tired out."  Bear whispered.

I nodded and whispered, "Surprised you didn't take advantage of him."

"Have you no faith in me?  I can resist when I have to you know."  He
whispered.

"Who told you, you had to?"  I whispered as I reached down to his dick and
ran my fingers over the length.

The man's entire body shivered as I fondled his shaft and a spurt of precum
spurted out.

"Mmmmmm!"  He moaned, "You're a bad, bad influence, my friend."

I grinned hearing that and slowly got down on my knees to lick the man's
precum soaked shaft.  I could smell the powerful aroma coming off his balls
as I licked my way down his shaft and darted my tongue between the boy's
tiny ass cheeks.  Damien's tiny pink hole twitched as my tongue poked at
it.  I could feel Bear's dick rubbing against my face and I knew how big it
was but I couldn't stop myself from waiting to see it buried inside the
boy's tiny hole.

Bear gently caressed Damien's ass as he spoke softly to the boy, "I wish to
embrace you as only a man of the cloth may embrace a child of the Lord.
Together we shall embrace each other in the Lord's name, while in the
shadow of his darkest angels."

His words were like a perverted battle cry.  I'd heard them many times
before and I knew once they were spoken, that Bear was about to do
something no man should ever do to a little boy.  Especially a man as God
fearing as Bear and a boy as innocent as Damien.

Then I heard Damien mumble in a drunken state, "Umm, uh, wha?  Hmm...
Ummm...  Mmmmm."

"Shh...  Just relax little sinner...  Let us lay down together with the
devil in the dark."  Bear said softly as he spread the boy's tiny ass
cheeks wide for me.

I could see the tiny pink hole winking at me and I licked it with passion
as I did my best to coat it with as much spit as I could.  Then I lined the
head of the man's dick up with it and Bear gently scooted the boy back,
until the head was pressing against Damien's tiny wet pucker.

"Ohhhmmmmm!  Mmmm!  Ahhmmm!!!"  The boy whimpered and protested.

Bear held the boy close and carefully sat him up, forcing him down onto his
throbbing hard dick and quickly piercing his tender pink hole.  Then with
one swift motion, he forced the boy down, shoving every thick inch inside
him, impaling him on his powerful fat meat spear.

I was mere inches away as I watched the boy slide down, until he rested
against the man's big balls.

Suddenly, Damien cried out in a somewhat delayed reaction, "AHH!!!  Stop!!
It's too big!!!"

The sound echoed through the stall and reverberated around the men's room.
His tiny body tensed up and he stared up at the dirty ceiling with tears
filling his eyes.  I watched as the boy sat there squirming in pain as he
tried in vain to regain his basic motor functions.  He was fighting against
the booze and it was winning.

Nonetheless, he tried to get up in a panic but instead threw his head back
and nearly fell over onto the floor.  But before he could, I stood up and
allowed him to brace himself against me.  Then Bear steadied him so he
wouldn't fall and kept him safely planted on his raging hard dick.

"Where you going, hmm?"  Bear asked, "Sit the fuck down."

"Ohhm!!!  Noo!!!  Mmmm!  Ahhmmm!!!"  Damien cried and whimpered.

I knew from my experience with Damien that he preferred a more gentle
approach when it came to anal but he was in no position to dictate terms.
His tiny ass was at the mercy of the beast and I wasn't about to intervene.
The boy stared blankly toward the ceiling and cried drunken tears as the
man held him and quickly began to bounce him on his big dick.

With his head leaning against my chest, I reached my hands around him and
caressed his hairless chest for a moment.  After a few minutes of bouncing,
he managed to focus on me and I could see the tears streaming down his cute
little drunken face as I played with his tiny nipples to try an distract
him from the pain he was feeling.

"Ohhhhh!  Ahhhhhhh!!!!"  He cried and sobbed.

"Mmmmm!  My, my, my, you're so goddamn tight!"  Bear moaned.

Hearing that, I smiled down at my horny old friend and he quickened the
rhythm of his fucking.  Soon he was bouncing the boy good and hard on his
meaty dick.  I could hear the boy's asshole slapping against the man's
balls as he bounced.

"That'a boy.  Mmmmm."  Bear moaned, "How's that feel?  Is it big enough
now?"

"Ahhhhmmmm!  Too big!  Ohhh!  Ahhhmmm!!"  The boy cried.

Bear looked at me and grinned as he mercilessly fucked the little fella.
Watching it was like watching a bad game of horsey.  I was just waiting for
the man to say, 'Giddy up".  Unfortunately, he didn't but I was thinking it
to myself pretty hard as I watched.

Then suddenly, in the middle of the heaviest of the fucking, Damien started
to piss himself and his tiny cocklet shot urine all over Bear's fat, hairy
belly.

"You nasty little slut!"  The man said, "That felt fucking great, do it
again."

Without even thinking, Damien let out another torrent of piss and I watched
as it ran down the man's belly and began to make a squishing sound at their
connection point.  I could smell the boy's piss as the aroma filled the air
and it gave me the shivers.  Pleasurable shivers mind you.  I had a
feeling, that judging from the way Bear's dick had been oozing precum and
they way Damien and unexpectedly stumbled upon the man's piss festish, that
he wasn't going to last too much longer.

My suspicion soon proved to be correct, when Bear pulled the boy down
firmly on him and began to moan and groan, "Aaaauuugghhhmmmm!!!!
Fuckkkkkk!!!!"

I think that was the final drop needed to overwhelm my damn and I felt
myself cum inside my jeans.  I don't know big of a load it was but it felt
pretty warm and sticky as it splattered against the inside of my jeans and
ran down my legs.  Of all the days to be going commando, I'd chosen this
one and I was all the better for it.

I listened as Bear relaxed and caught his breath for a moment, while Damien
sat there atop him whimpering.  I was about to help the boy off of him but
just when I started to lift him up, I heard splashing in the toilet.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkk."  Bear moaned.

I looked down and realized that he had begun to piss up the boy's asshole.
The very thought of which, for some reason turned me and I felt my dick
throb in my jeans.  I'd never been much of one for the piss scene but on
this particular night, it just felt right.  There was something about
seeing a man and boy sharing their golden fluids that excited me.  I
suppose it might have been different, had one of them been tasting it or
something like that but thankfully that didn't happen.

Finally, after both had relieved themselves, I helped Damien up off of Bear
and carried him to the trough toilet.  Where I sat him down to rest, while
I went to get a picture from the counter.  I returned and filled it with
warm water to wash over him.  He sat there with his legs spread and back
leaning against the long mirror as I washed him down.

He was drunk and ready to for bed.  I couldn't decided whether I felt more
sorry for the hangover he was surely going to have or the sore asshole I
knew he already had.  It wasn't long that, that I heard someone come into
the bar and I carried the boy out to the counter.

We were met there by Max, who took him in his arms and together we walked
out to their car.  I brought the boy's clothes with me and gave them to
Max, once he'd placed the boy in the front seat.  From there, we talked a
bit about his evening and Max said he was very much looking forward to
returning in the future.  He'd apparently had a really good time and was
impressed by the way Roger and Nathan went out of the way to make him feel
comfortable.

Plus he felt assured that his boy would be safe and well looked after.  I
didn't have the heart to tell him what all had gone on in the men's room
and I had a funny feeling, that Damien probably wouldn't be able to fill
him in either.  It was a secret, that would most likely slip between the
cracks in the walls of 'Bear's office' never to be heard from again.

Then, once we'd said our goodbyes for the night, I waved to them from
inside the patio gate and watched as they drove away.  A few minutes later,
Roger and Nathan joined me, and we closed up for the night.

It was during the ride home, that I got to thinking about the boy's first
experience in a bar and how I'd hoped it was as good as he had imagined.  I
felt a little bad for having not looked out for his best interest but then
again, he wasn't my boy.  He wasn't my little Jacob.  He was a special boy
with a unique outlook on life.  For all I knew, this might have been the
best night he'd ever had.  Or so I told myself as I rubbed the front of my
cum-soaked jeans.

All I knew for sure, was that I hoped he'd be coming back to Dipsticks and
judging from the way Max talked, it seemed like a pretty sure thing.  That
excited me and I was eager to tell my family all about the night when I got
home.

However, little did I know, that once I got home I was about to learn
something of something life-changing.  Indeed, the moments that followed
would become burned into my memory and leave me forever changed.  Much like
the events of 9/11, me and my family would never forget where we were and
what we were doing at the time we heard the news.

When I walked through the front door, I could hear the sound of the TV in
the living room.  There was a commercial playing at the time.  I don't
remember the exact words but they were warning of the side effects to a
drug they were advertising.  You know the sort, the kind that claims to fix
something minor and leaves you blind, deaf and constipated.

Anyways, I pulled the door closed and came around the corner to find my Son
Jacob sitting on the couch with tears in his eyes and my Dad, James and
Alex gathered around him.  My Dad was sitting in his recliner with Alex,
holding him tight and slowly rocking him.  While James sat on the couch
beside Jacob with his hand on the boy's shoulder.

No sooner than I came into view, did Jacob jump up and run over to me.  He
put his arms around me and started sobbing.

"Daddy!"  He cried.

I put my hand on his back and looked down at him in fear of the worst.

"What's going on?"  I asked.

"It's Billy and Eric."  James said.

I looked over to my Brother, who wasn't crying but he did look very
nervous.  I didn't know what was going on but I knew something serious must
have happened while I was at work.  Jacob and I moved over to the couch,
where I sat down and he crawled into my lap.

With my arms around him, I looked across at my Dad and he was staring at
the TV with a blank stare in his eyes.  That made me nervous and I could
feel my heart begin to race in my chest.

"What's happened?"  I asked in a nervous voice.

James turned to me and replied, "Eric got busted."

"Busted?  Busted how?  For what?  What do you mean?"  I asked.

"Remember the other day, when Eric said him and Billy had to meet someone
at the airport?"  He replied.

"Yeah."  I said.

"Well, it turns out it was a setup."  He explained, "The FBI was waiting
for them.  The minute he showed up with Billy at his side, they scooped
them both up."

"No way...  Are we sure?"  I asked.

Just then, Jacob lifted his head up and wiped his tears to said, "It's
true, Daddy.  Billy called me.  He said they took him too.  Why'd they lock
him up, Daddy?  Billy ain't done nothing wrong."

I pulled him close to comfort him and just held him.  I was in shock and
didn't know what to say.  It was about that time, the commercial break
ended and the news came on.  They were apparently going into their local
crime reporting.  My Dad sat up and watched as we listened to the news
anchor.

"How well do you know your child's doctor?  Do you know your kids are in
safe hands when they go for their checkup?  Well, perhaps not if they were
a patient of a local pediatrician.  Dr. Eric C. Wiener was arrested at our
very own commerce airport by local authorities and the FBI's joint cyber
crimes division."

"Court documents obtained this evening, show that agents apprehended
Dr. Wiener and his 12yo Son, after they arranged to meet online with an
undercover agent.  Dr. Wiener had reportedly offered to meet the agent and
allow him to engage in sexual and physical abuse of his Son."  The anchor
continued, "The agents were apparently surprised when he brought the boy
with him but were prepared for just such an event.  Child services were on
site to take him into custody.  An he was immediately taken to their local
offices for evaluation, before being placed into protective childcare for
abused children."

"Dr. Wiener is reportedly in custody at the county jail, while agents and
local officials execute a search warrant of his his office on 13th and
Main.  Court records show, that the warrants were issued shortly after they
realized who it was they had arrested."  They continued, "Nurses we talked
to at his office, said they never suspected him to be the sort of person to
commit such a crime.  However, they did suspect he could become physically
violent towards his Son.  One reported seeing bruises on his Son's arms and
legs, which Dr. Wiener insisted the boy had received during soccer
practice.  But they suspected otherwise and were considering reporting it."

Then another news anchor said, "Makes you want to hold your child's hand
the next time they're at the doctor."

"You can say that again, Tom.  I know the next time I'm at my Daughter's
doctor's office, I plan to ask a lot of questions.  What kind of nurse sees
something like that but doesn't report it?  Shame, shame on them.  Parents
are literally placing their child's life in their hands.  We should all
expect more from these people."  She said.

"I know that's right, Diane."  He said, "An also new this evening, we're
currently following up a related story.  It turns out, Dr. Wiener's wife
has been missing for nearly 5yrs.  Local police tell us, that in light of
his arrest, they are now reopening the missing persons investigation.  An
you can be sure Action News be following the details of their investigation
quite closely in the coming months.  Now to Kathy with our next story..."

Then a journalist in the field came on and said, "Thanks Tom.  An unarmed
black man has been shot and killed by police, after he refused to bow down
to their authority and worship the ground the officer's walk on.  Of
course, no charges will be filed against the officer, because, well, he was
white.  Now back to you, Tom."

At which point, my Dad turned off the TV and threw the remote across the
room, nearly hitting James with it.

"Hey!  Watch it!"  He said.

"Sorry...  Just really pisses me off."  My Dad said.

"Which part?"  James asked.

"All of it!"  My Dad replied, "This is all too fucking much."

Then he reached over to the end table beside his recliner and picked up his
can of beer.  He took a big gulp, finishing it off and tossed it into the
trashcan across the room.  I was surprised it went in but then again, my
Dad always did have good aim when he'd been drinking.  That's probably why
he always loved to fuck after he'd been drinking, he'd never miss the hole.

Then he patted Alex on his leg and told him to go into the kitchen and
bring him a fresh beer from the fridge.  I watched as the boy crawled down
from his lap and his tiny naked ass wiggled as he walked around the
recliner and into the kitchen.

"Missing for 5 years...  That's a long time."  James said softly, "You
don't think, he?  He wouldn't, would he?"

My Dad looked over at James and I could just see the gears inside his head
spinning.

"I, I just don't know..."  He said, "I'd hate to think he was capable of it
but, well, we all know he probably is."

It was then, that Jacob started to piece together what they were talking
about and look up at me to say, "Billy's Daddy wouldn't hurt his Mamma.
She was a nice lady.  I met her once, I think."

I looked down at my Son and asked, "You think?"

"Well, she came to one of our games one time.  His Daddy brought her.  She
looked like, um, like that lady you used to know.  What was her name...
Um, you know, the one in the hotel room."  He explained.

I thought about what he was saying and the only person I could think of was
a woman from my past; Who I'd become entangled with during my drug
addiction days.

Before I could get her name off the tip of my tongue, James spoke up and
said, "You mean Jane?"

To which Jacob replied, "Yeah, her.  His Mamma dressed like her."

"Jacob, Jane was a hooker.  A disgusting, nasty, trashy, hooker, who helped
your Daddy overdose."  James said in a very condescending voice.

"Well, when you put it like that...  Maybe his Mamma didn't look like her
so much."  Jacob said softly.

"Or maybe, it wasn't the boy's Mamma.  Maybe Eric was just banging some
hooker and brought her to the game with him."  My Dad said.

Jacob looked at his Grandpa and his little eyes grew wide.  Just about that
time, Alex came around the corner with a cold can of beer in his hands and
handed it to his Grandpa.  The man took it, popped it open and took a big
sip, before offering the boy a seat in his lap again.

Alex crawled back up into the recliner and sat there for a moment or two,
before he started to yawn.  Which naturally swept through the group of us
like a wave.  We each yawned one after the other and I looked over at the
clock on the wall.  It was really late and I really needed to get out of my
cum-soaked jeans.

So I gently nudged Jacob and he hopped up to allow me to stand up.  I
stretched and said goodnight to everyone, before beginning to strip down on
my way back to my bedroom.  Jacob followed me and we crawled into bed for
the night.

As we laid there, I could hear my Dad and James discussing the news and I
had a feeling that the arrest of Eric was going to send shock waves through
the waters of our little world.  An I knew it was going to be difficult to
escape but we had to weather the storm that was coming.

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