Date: Sat, 3 Oct 2015 21:46:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dipsticks Part Eleven M/b Incest

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Chapter Eleven: "Good Daddy"

It was the night of the 4th of July and Jacob and I, had gone downtown to
see the fireworks show.  We'd parked in a parking lot a few blocks away
from the burnt out McDonald's, that the protesters had set a blaze a few
months before; During the local riots and protests over the shooting of an
unarmed black man.

Thankfully I hadn't been there to see the tensions boil over that night but
Jacob had bared witness to the events and was telling me about some of the
things that had gone on; While the two of us sat together in the back of my
truck, watching the crowds of people walk passed us on their way to the
duck pond, behind the courthouse at the center of downtown.

It was shocking to hear a recount of the events from the perspective of
such a young boy.  From his description of what had happened, one would
think our little city was the most racially divided place in the whole
country.  Though in truth it was no more racially divided than any other
city in America.  Which that in and of itself was tragic to think about.
It was sad to think that in the year 2015, that people had yet to see
passed each others skin color and respect one another as human beings.

Even on this night, on the anniversary of our nation's birth, you could
sense the tension in the air around us.  We could hear the rumbling of
trucks driving up and down the city streets without proper mufflers on
their exhaust systems in order to draw attention to themselves and their so
called 'southern pride'.  An if the noise wasn't enough to get your
attention, the makeshift flag poles mounted on the frames of their trucks
as they waved their large confederate flags around, certainly got you to
looking at them.

Although most people only looked so that they could then roll their eyes in
disgust and disdain of the blatant display of racism.  For which the
rednecks were proud to wave in the face of the blacks and their supporters,
better known as us regular white folks.  Seeing them driving around and
acting a fool like that, only made me wish I could change my own skin color
to avoid being associated with such hate.

You see, my family and I might have been born in the south and proud of it
but we were also tolerant of the people and cultures around us.  We didn't
need a flag to show our southern heritage.  All we need do was open our
mouths and the sound of our southern accent was all anyone needed to hear
to know where we were from.

Besides, the only flag that deserved to be waving on this night was the
American Flag.  Not the treasonous flag of the Confederacy.  Of course, if
you were to ask of those rednecks what that particular flag meant to them,
they'd say it wasn't about racism but simply their way of showing support
for their Southern Pride.  Which on the face of it might sound noble.  But
in I ask you, who would want to wave the flag of an army that lost a war?
That's like a German wanting to wave the Nazi flag to show their Nazi
Pride.  It's simply idiotic in my opinion.

Nevertheless, the rednecks of our community were eager to run around
downtown; Drowning out the sound of the joyous crowds with their
oppressively loud trucks, while waving their flags in everyone's faces.
Luckily, by the time of the start of the fireworks, most of the redneck
rebels and hellions, had quieted down and we were able to enjoy the
fireworks display in peace.

I held Jacob close as he sat nestled in between my spread legs as I sat in
the bed of the truck with my back leaning up against the cab.  The sky
overhead flashed as the fireworks burst in thin air.  Followed by the sound
of the thunderous explosion.  Which echoed across the land.

That was followed by the roar of the crowd as they collectively "Oooohhhh,
Awwww!"

This went on for the duration of the 30min firework show.  During which, I
playfully rubbed my Son's little chest and played with his tiny nipples
under his shirt, in the glow of the fireworks.  Everyone was too busy
looking up at the sky to notice the two of us in the back of my truck.  So
I felt comfortable enough to sneak a feel of him my little man while no one
was watching.

Personally I thought it added an extra level of excitement to our special
night out together.  It wasn't often that the two of us got to hang out one
on one like that.  So I was making the best of every moment of it.  Usually
we would have been joined by my Brother James.  However, he was busy
working.  Can you imagine?  James working?  It's been awhile since that's
happen now hasn't it?

Yeah, but it's true.  My Brother had finally found himself a new job after
all the months of searching.  He was working part-time for our friend
Jerome and Derek's Daddy at the Pepperoni Phallus.  By the way that's
pronounced 'Palace' or so that's what they claim.  Honestly, I think it's
just a clever play on words and it's not even all that clever.

Anyways, he really wanted to come to the fireworks with Jacob and I but
since he'd only just started his new job, he felt it best to not try and
ask for any time off so soon.  We'd agreed it was best for him to make a
good impression and put in as many hours as he could at the place.
Although we also agreed to meet up later in the night once he got off.

In the meantime, Jacob and I were free to share some quality time together.
I'm sure you're asking yourself, 'but where is Alex and John?'  Well, they
were spending the night at the Blue Crane with Raul.  The man was eager to
help the boy out with some extra training over the weekend.  Plus, from
what I was told they were having some kind of 4th of July celebration there
down by the lake as well.  Which Alex was very excited about.

So that left us Father and Son to enjoy the fireworks together as well as
some discreet touching and feeling.  Which we were both doing a bit of as
we watched the show.  Jacob put his hands on my thighs and rubbed my legs
through my jeans as he sat back with his head against my chest.  It was all
innocent and natural from the onset.  Nothing too naughty or indecent.  No,
but that would come later on.

Once the grand finale had finished lighting the sky and the ground had
finally stopped rumbling, that was our cue to get back inside the cab of
the truck and make a break for it, if we wanted to get out of downtown
before the crowds returning to their vehicles blocked all the traffic.

We had it all planned out and were in and out like flint.  I think we were
one of the first ones to get back onto the street as I pulled us out of the
parking lot and turned to make a right onto a road, that lead out of
downtown.  Jacob sat beside me and watched as the crowds of people came
walking out of the darkness to find their parked cars and I laughed at him
making 'Walking Dead' jokes.

"Zombies!  Zombies!  They're coming Daddy, hurry!"  He yelled and laughed.

I laughed along with him as we drove passed the hoards of people and made
our way across the city blocks, until we finally reached the edge of town.
From there it was a short but boring drive to Dipsticks and he decided to
scoot over real close to me, so I could put my arm around him as I drove.

I had the night off from work but I'd agreed to meet James at the bar and
he'd mentioned bringing home some pizza.  So not only was I eager to see my
Brother but I was hungry for some free pizza.  Soon that was coupled with
the joyful feeling I felt from having my little man next to me with his
hand on my leg.

"I love you, Jacob."  I said softly and he smiled up at me.

"I love you too, Daddy."  He said.

It wasn't long after that, that I felt his little hand begin to move up
along my inner thigh as he felt his way to my crotch.  There his hand
rested for only a few seconds, before he very casually began to feel me up.
Naturally I let him and tried my best to make myself as available as I
could to his advances.  After all, that's what good Daddies do for their
sweet young Sons.  We make ourselves available to them and accept any
advances from them with open arms or at the very least, open pants.

"What'cha thinking?"  I asked softly and coyly.

He looked up at me with a devilish little grin and replied, "I'm thinking
'bout you, Daddy."

"Mmmmm, yeah?  I'm thinking about you too."  I said.

That's when I felt him start to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my jeans.  I
tried to help him by raising myself up in the seat, while he unzipped me
and reach his little hand in to feel my dick.

His gentle hand took hold of my shaft and I let out a moan, "Mmmmmmm!"

It was about that time, that we came to a stop sign and I took a moment to
slide my jeans down for him.  With my bare ass on the seat, I spread my
legs a bit for him and he reached down with his other hand to tend to my
hairy balls.

As he began to massage my dick and balls, I let my foot off the break and
continued driving with my arm around him, pulling him in tighter.  We both
knew what he wanted was to take care of my big Daddy dick and I was happy
to let him take care of it.  Of course, the more he played with me like
that, the more I felt that I should return the favor and take care of him
as well.  So as he sat there massaging my balls and stroking my dick, I
moved my hand down his back to the waistband of his sweats and slipped my
hand inside them.

Then with a firm grip on his tiny hairless ass, I moved him around on the
seat as to have him lay face down for me.  His face settled into my hairy
crotch and he stuck out his tongue to give me a lick.  Meanwhile, I felt my
way around his sexy bubble butt and spread his cheeks with my fingers.
Then I brushed my middle finger over his puffy, puckered hole and he let
out a gasp, before parting his lips and taking my 7" cut dick into his
mouth.

His hot lips felt incredible around my shaft as his head bobbed up and down
on me.  Having my Son give me road-head as I drove us along the dark back
roads, really turned me on.  If there was a better way for a Father and Son
to bond, I didn't want to know about it.  What we were sharing was
perfection and nothing in the world could have been better in my opinion.

With one hand on the steering wheel, I used my free hand to play with his
hot little fuck hole.  My middle finger rubbed, poked and groped the moist
flesh of his little anal ring.  The feeling of which, sent shivers
throughout his entire body.  I know this, because I could feel him
squirming with pleasure the more and more I worked his opening.

His hole was calling to me and just as I felt his lips go all the way down
on my shaft, I pressed firmly against his hole, until my finger slipped
inside him.

"Ohhhmmmmm!!"  He moaned with his mouth full of dick.

The feeling of his hot little hole gripping my finger sent shivers down my
spine, all the way down to my taint; Which twitched with excitement.  I
shoved my finger in as deep as it would go and began to slowly finger-fuck
him.  That got him to moaning wildly as he sucked my length and his head
bobbed up and down faster.

Soon I could feel his hole adjusting to my repeated intrusion and I knew he
was ready for more.

That's when I added a second finger to the mix and he let out a whimper,
"Ahhmmmm!  Ohhmmm!"

His body tensed up at the sensation of my two fingers probing his hot
little fuck hole.  But I wasn't finished with it yet.  For after only a few
minutes, I added a third finger and that sent him into whimpers and
squeals.  Now any other boy would have lifted his head up off of my dick in
order to protest the stretching but my little Jacob was not like any other
boy.  He buried his head in my crotch and sucked me even harder, while I
stretched him with my fingers.

It was about that time, that I saw the lights of the streetlights in front
of the bar as they began to come into view in the distance.  An as much as
I didn't want to, I knew we needed to wrap things up in a hurry.  His hole
was gripping my fingers tight and I could feel him cupping my hairy balls
in his hands, presumably in an attempt to speed up my orgasm.  A technique
I had taught him and was proud to see him using.

With only moments to spare before we arrived at the bar, I sped up my
fingering of his hole to the point of practically digging my three fingers
all the way up his hole.  The sheer speed and rhythm of the probing I was
giving him, sent him into a dry orgasm right there on the seat.  I felt his
hole squeeze tight around my fingers like a vice and I couldn't hold back
my load of cum any longer.

I took my foot off the gas peddle and allowed the truck to cost toward the
parking lot as I unloaded my hot seed into my Son's mouth.  Jacob gagged on
the globs of steamy hot cum as it filled his mouth and dribbled from his
lips.

"Fuckkkkkk!  Aaauuughhhmmmm!!!!!"  I groaned and breathed heavily.

Jacob did his best to slurp down every drop of his Daddy's load and it
didn't take him long to drain my balls completely.  By the time we were
coasting into the back parking lot, he'd lifted his head up and was licking
his lips with pleasure.

I smiled at him and parked us in the grass behind the bar.  Then he arched
his back as he leaned up to me and I planted a passionate kiss on his lips.
My tongue explored the inside of his mouth and I could taste my cum.  Our
tongues flicked back and fourth and round one another for several seconds,
before we eventually ended our kiss and I pulled my hand out from inside
his sweats.

"You're amazing, Baby."  I said.

"You too, Daddy."  He said with a grin and gave me a peck on the cheek,
before having a seat next to me.

With that, I pulled my jeans back up and turned off the engine of the
truck.  It was dark behind the bar but I knew it was still early.  It must
have been about midnight as we stepped outside and the warm night air blew
over us.

However, before making our way around to the front of the bar, I made it a
point to grab my holstered revolver from the floorboard of the truck and
strapped it to my thigh for safe keeping.  Even though the night was young,
it was a holiday weekend and there was no way of telling what was in store.

After holstering up, I lead Jacob around the side of the building and over
to the front door.  There weren't a whole lot of cars in the front parking
lot but I did recognize one as being Max's car.  So I wasn't surprised when
we entered the bar and found him and Damien seated at a table along the
back wall.

Jacob and I waved hello to them as we came inside and made our way to the
counter.  There, we found Roger working behind the bar with Nathan sitting
on the counter playing on his phone.  It was good to see the two of them
had settled their differences, after the dispute they had, had over gay
pride day.  Nathan could be a handful and Roger was trying to handle up on
him.

Although, to be honest I think Nathan was quickly becoming more than Roger
could handle.  The man didn't want to lead on just how much of a hard time
he was having keeping his boy in line but it pretty much went without
saying.  I suppose that's one of the downsides to having a younger lover.
You can teach them a lot when they are very young but as they get older,
they inevitably start to become their own person and act out in ways you
might not approve of.

If Roger wanted to keep his little bitch-boy under his thumb for very much
longer, he was going to have to realize, that Nathan wasn't going to make
it easy for him.  The kid was becoming a man on some level and I think that
really pissed Roger off.  He was becoming a talented little cock-slut and
wasn't afraid to seek out new playmates.

He had been known to wander off at a moments notice and return only once
he'd had his fill.  To be honest, I don't think he would even return if it
wasn't for Roger paying his bills.  Without his cell phone, the kid would
be lost.  So regardless of how good the sex might have been somewhere else,
he'd always come back to Roger.

I'm pretty sure the man realized the true dynamic of their relationship and
he probably didn't like it.  However, he'd devoted a lot of time and money
into Nathan and wasn't about to cut ties with him.  Even if the kid did
piss him off on a somewhat regular basis.  I personally would have let the
little shit go a long time ago but I guess when you've invested so much
into your partner as Roger had, it's not so easy to cut your losses and
move on.

I'd seen Roger talk a good number of homeless boys into giving up their
asses to him.  So I did find it a little surprising that he wasn't at least
keeping his options open and at the very least grooming a new boy to
replace Nathan.  Than again, recently I'd also come to realize just how
impatient the man was becoming.  Even if he wanted a newer model, I don't
think he had the patience to start their training from scratch.  Which left
him settling for the kid, who he'd put so much into; Despite his ever
increasing rate of promiscuity.

Regardless of their underlying tensions, they both greeted us with a smile
as we approached the counter.  There, we joined two of our regular
customers, who were seated at stools at the counter and the four other guys
in the middle of the room playing pool at the billiards table.

"I thought you said you needed the night off?"  Roger asked.

"I did."  I replied as I helped Jacob up onto one of the bar stools and
Roger picked up the TV remote.

"Than what the hell you doing here?"  Roger asked as he turned up the
volume on the TV in the corner.

The music playing in the room was turned down low and as the volume raised,
I could hear the sound of the news anchors talking on the TV.

"I told James we'd meet him here after work." I replied and turned my
attention to the TV, "Something special on the news tonight?"

Roger shook his head and replied, "Nah, not really.  We're just waiting for
the coverage of Kim Davis's arrest to come on."

To which I asked, "Kim Davis?  That's that county clerk from Kentucky
right?  I thought she was already arrested?"

"Yeah, that's the one.  Well, they let her ass out and now they're
threatening to arrest her again.  Only this time, some crazy right-wing nut
jobs calling themselves the 'Oath Kreepers' or some shit; Have descended on
the courthouse and are threatening to attack the cops if they try to arrest
her."  He replied, "It looks like it's about to get hella crazy in 'Tucky."

"Sounds like a real blast...  Hey, you mind if we have get something to
drink?"  I asked.

Roger set the remote down on the counter and replied, "As long as I ain't
gotta make it, I don't mind."

With that, I stepped around the counter to make pour us some sodas and left
Jacob sitting there with his eyes trained on the TV.  As I went about
making our drinks, I casually listened to the news.

"Breaking News...  The defiant county clerk at the center of a religious
freedom debate is reportedly still held up inside the Amen County
Courthouse; Under the guard of the Christian Militia group, known as the
Oath Kreepers."  The news anchor reported, "We're now going live to our
very own, Michelle Pinklipsky, who is on scene for us this hour.
Michelle..."

As the camera switched to the next news anchor, I dispensed the soda into
our cups and slid one over to Jacob.  He took the cup in hand and took a
sip, while I came back around to his side of the counter and had a seat
next to him.

"Marcus, I'm here at the scene of what is anticipated to be a bloodbath in
the coming hours.  With law enforcement of all forms from local police, all
the way up to the highest levels of the FBI, here on scene in armored
vehicles at what I'm being told is to be the staging area for a full
frontal assault on the courthouse."  She reported, "Meanwhile, the Oath
Kreepers have barricaded themselves inside and are reportedly in
communication with negotiators on the outside.  So far their demands have
been simple but completely ignored by law enforcement as well as greater
society as a whole."

"An do we know what exactly their demands are?"  Another anchor asked.

"They seem to have several biblically based demands.  Starting first and
foremost with overturning the Supreme Court's same-sex marriage ruling.
Second, they're demanding that sodomy laws which are currently on the
books, be strictly enforced.  However, that also comes with an exemption
for men who wish to sodomize their wives.  Which they say is their God
given right as the dominate males in their relationships."  She explained,
"Thirdly, they are demanding that the Supreme Court rule, that the Second
Amendment allows men with tiny or small and otherwise inadequate penises,
be allowed to own the largest of all firearms.  Including those developed
strictly for the military; For the explicit use of defending their
completely useless genitalia from liberal biases."

"An that's why I'm a strong supporter of anti-gun legislation."  The male
anchored said with a grin.

"Oh indeed, Marcus."  The female anchor said, "That reminds me.  Stay tuned
for our special report in the midnight hour, on extremely hung news
anchors, who have slept with everyone at this station."

That's when Roger picked up the remote and turned off the TV.

"Aww...  We're gonna miss the special report."  Jacob said with a sad face
and I put my hand on his back.

Then he grinned at me and I started to laugh.  Roger laughed too as he set
the the remote down to pick up his beer.  He took a sip and glanced over at
Nathan, who still had his head buried in his phone.  I don't know how
someone could spend so much time looking at such a small screen but
apparently it was the way things were trending and the kid was certainly
not about to go against the trend.

However, I think Roger must have become suspicious of what he was viewing,
since in the past he'd been known to arrange hookups and other such things
over his phone.  It didn't take long for the man to finally step over to
him and peek over his shoulder to see what he was looking at.

Nathan glanced over at him and said, "Do you mind..."

"What'cha doing over there?"  Roger asked.

Nathan sighed and replied, "Checking my Facebook.  What else am I gonna do?
You done blocked all the good sites from my phone."

Then Roger gave him a stern look as he prepared to say something but Nathan
knew what he was about to say and said it for him, "I know, I know.  Your
bill, your whatever.  Blah, blah, I know..."

"Damn right."  Roger said and took a big swig of his beer, before placing
the empty glass down on the counter.

That's when one of the customers sitting at the counter asked for a refill
of their drink and Roger went about making it.

"Looks like a pretty slow night."  I remarked as I looked around the room.

Roger finished making the drink, slid it over to the customer and said,
"Yeah, it's been slow as shit tonight.  I reckon everyone must be down at
the fireworks."

"Uh, no I don't think so.  Jacob and I were already down there.  They ended
a short time ago."  I said.

"Well, shit..."  He said with a sigh.

"I know right?  I figured after the whole gay pride day thing, we would
have gotten a string of new regulars."  I said.

"Yeah, you would think so wouldn't you?  But I reckon the economy just
ain't picking up as much as we'd all hoped."  He said with a shrug, "We
might need to find a new lure."

That's when he turned to Nathan and gave him a look.

"What?"  Nathan asked.

"I think he wants you to shake your lure.  Haha!"  I laughed.

Nathan rolled his eyes and reluctantly stood up on the counter.  He towered
over us in his bright yellow thong and began to slowly gyrate his hips, all
the while still staring down at his phone.  The glow from the screen lit up
his face as he stared down at it.

Roger looked over at me and shook his head.  I could tell he wasn't too
impressed with the kid's attitude but there wasn't much he could do about
it.  Even if Nathan had been more enthusiastic with his dancing, I doubt
anyone would have paid him anymore attention.  The night's crowd was just
devoid of energy and it was pretty much impossible to get them energized.
Although I did enjoy the sight of the kid's bony ass as he tried to shake
his money maker.  Of course, on a night like this it was more like a coin
machine.

Before long, Jacob and I had finished our drinks, and I offered to play a
round of darts with him; While we continued to wait for James to show up.
He hopped down from the stool and Roger handed him the darts for the board.
Then he and I walked over and started throwing a few.  Occasionally I
glanced back toward Roger and caught him staring heavily at my boy.

It was a mesmerizing yet lonely sort of stare.  I couldn't help but feel as
though he was both wanting to see my Son naked as well as having him all to
himself.  A few times I even saw him glance over at Nathan as if to compare
the two as one danced and the other played darts.  Of course, there was
really no comparison.  Nathan might have been an ok piece of ass but Jacob
was amazing.

I know coming from me that might sound like a very biased opinion but I
don't care.  It's my honest opinion and I know for a fact, that I'm not the
only one to think it.  Compared to other boys, Jacob was a cut above the
rest and had a few extra notches in his belt of experience.  Even little
Damien couldn't hold a candle to my boy.

Come to think of it, I think it was about that time, that he came over to
join us in playing darts.  I handed him mine and he and Jacob continued the
game; While I stepped over to talk to Max for a few minutes.  The man
looked bored as hell as he sat the table alone.  I was starting to this
that maybe it was just a loners kind of night or something but thankfully
he assured me, that he wasn't lonely as much as he was bored.

He was simply waiting for the after hours session to start, so that he and
Damien could get down to business and do the nasty in the nude.  I was
surprised at the way the man had started bringing Damien to the bar on
pretty much a nightly basis.  Well, maybe not nightly but every night that
we had an after hours scheduled.

He really seemed to enjoy seeing his boy get fucked, used and abused.
Something that I never expected from him.  He'd always been the sort to
want nothing less than a monogamous relationship with a boy.  An yet, here
he was allowing and enabling his boy to fuck around with anyone he wanted.
Well, I suppose it wasn't just anyone he wanted.  I mean, he was still
careful to keep a very close eye on him at the bar.  An from what I'd seen
so far, Damien was a selective little cum-dumpster.

That might sound strange but he really did pick and choose who he'd play
with and whether or not he'd accept their load.  The boy had a fondness for
nudists and had thus far not deviated from that preference.  Even with a
bar full of horny men, he'd always find the naked one in the crowd to
connect with.  An it was under the watchful eye of his Uncle Max, that he'd
get his holes filled.  If not by a nudist, than by Max himself.  But either
way, Damien was happy to take it anyway a man wanted to give it.

Which was an attribute he shared with one other boy, Jacob.  I suppose
maybe that's what helped the two of them to form such a close friendship.
They were very similar in a lot of respects.  Although, Jacob was a bit
less selective.  Well, ok, he wasn't selective at all.  I'm man enough to
admit my Son was a slut.  Yup, a cock hungry little boy slut.  Does that
make a bad Daddy?  Eh, if so, who cares.  As long as he was enjoying his
youth, who was I to judge.  As long as he wasn't getting hurt, that's all
that mattered to me.  An with me and his Uncle James always close by, I was
pretty sure he was safe enough.

Speaking of James, it was nearly closing time when he finally decided to
show up.  He came in through the front door, holding a stack of pizza boxes
in his hands.

"Uncle James!"  Jacob yelled and ran to help him with the door.

"Hey, Kiddo!"  James said and made his way inside.

I watched as he handed the boy one of the boxes from the top of the stack
and Jacob brought it over to Damien and Max's table.  I got a chuckle out
of seeing Max's face as he watched the boys pop open the box and go to
grabbing slices.  I wasn't sure he was going to be able to get his hand in
there fast enough but once they'd stuffed their faces with the steaming hot
pie, Max was finally able to grab himself a piece.  It looked like a
pepperoni pizza judging from where I was standing and it looked really
good.  As the smell of the fresh pizza filled the air, I could feel my
stomach begin to rumble.

Luckily, James brought the stack over to the counter and placed it down in
front of me.  An I took hold of the top box to set it down to the side of
the stack.  Then I opened it and inhaled the delicious aroma.

"Mmmmm, a little bit of everything."  I moaned.

"You mean, a little slice of everything."  James said correcting me.

"Yeah, that."  I said and pulled a slice from the box.

I was surprised how fresh it tasted as it hit my tongue.  The cheese was
perfectly melted and the toppings were perfectly cooked.  Even the
cheese-filled crust was baked to perfection.

"Did Jerome make this?"  I asked as I finished eating the slice.

James shook his head and replied, "Nope.  These are all mine."

"Wow, really?"  I asked.

"Yup.  Jerome let me give it a try.  What do you think?"  He asked.

"I think you did amazing.  Seriously, I think these are even better than
the one's he makes."  I said and offered the rest to the guys at the
counter, "For real, you guys gotta try this.  It's pizza perfection."

With that, Roger, Nathan and the rest of our customers gathered around and
helped themselves to the pizza.

"Your Brother's a pizza chef now?"  Roger asked between bites.

I nodded proudly and James said, "Actually I'm more of a cashier/server.
This is my first time trying out the oven."

"Well, if you keep cooking like this, I might just have to order a couple
of these everyday."  Roger said.

"Really?  It's that good?"  James asked.

We all nodded and I said, "You know that's not a bad idea, Roger.  I could
get us one of those countertop pizza warmers off craigslist and James could
bring us a stack in after work."

An being the businessman that he was, Roger asked, "Yeah?  Would we get a
discount?"

James nodded and replied, "I can probably make you a stack for next to
nothing.  Then you could sell them by the slice or whatever."

"If they all taste this good, you've got yourself a deal."  Roger said.

"Awesome!"  James said with a smile.

Then Roger poured him a pitcher of beer and set it on the counter in front
of James.

"Here you go, man.  I ain't no chef but I pour a mean beer."  Roger said
and handed James a cup.

"Wait, you'll pour him a drink but Jacob and I have to pour our own?"  I
asked with a smirk, "What gives?"

"Pizza."  He replied.

"Oh, I see..."  I said and helped myself to some of the beer from the
pitcher.

James smiled and I let out a burp.  Just then, we heard a heavy rumbling
sound coming up the road outside.  The sound drew louder the closer it got
to us and sent ripples through the beer in the pitcher.

"What the fuck?"  Roger asked slowly as he looked around.

That's when we saw the headlights of several big trucks as they pulled into
the parking lot in front of the bar.  Their lights shined in through the
front door and narrow windows for a few seconds, before finally going out
and the rumbling came to a stop.

"This should be fun..."  Roger said under his breath and I turned around to
see the front door swing open.

An in walked eight, skinny, young, redneck guys; Dressed in camouflage
pants and shirts.  They looked as though there ready to do some hunting.
But thankfully, none of them appeared to have come in carrying any weapons.
At least none that we could see at first glance.

As they approached the counter, I motioned to James to take his pitcher of
beer over to the table where Max and the boys were sitting.  He did and I
stepped behind the counter to join Roger.  I don't know what it was but
something about these rednecks was rubbing me the wrong way.  I just had a
sense that they were up to no good and I could tell that Roger had picked
up on it too.

"What the hell you doing?"  He asked.

"I thought you could use a hand."  I replied as I placed one hand on my
holstered revolver, that was strapped to my side.

"Thanks but I've got it covered."  He said and motioned down toward the
counter with his eyes.

That's when I glanced down and noticed that he had one hand under the
counter and was slowly inching the shotgun we kept under there a little bit
closer to the edge of the shelf.  I'm sure he thought that would be
reassuring but it really wasn't.

We watched as the rednecks approached the counter and the customers who
were sitting at the stools got up and walked across the room.  There was a
definite tension in the room and I wasn't sure what to expect.

"You fellas are a little late ain't ya?  You know we close in about
20mins."  Roger said.

"Damn, for real dude?  We can't get even get one drink?"  One of the guys
asked as he pulled out his wallet and placed a couple of $20 bills on the
counter.

The sight of the money on such a slow night, instantly got Roger's
attention and he replied, "Well, I didn't say all that now.  What ya fellas
drink'n?"

As luck would have it, they all wanted the same thing.  Beer and lots of
it.  So Roger and I gladly took their money and started pouring pitchers
full.  The guys surrounded the counter and started filling their cups with
ice cold beer, all the while staring up at Nathan; Who was standing
motionless on the counter.

An again, there was a wave of tension that filled the air as he made eye
contact with a few of the rednecks.  His face might have been buried in his
phone's screen but the second the screen went black from inactivity, his
eyes came into clear view and he was staring right down at the guy at his
feet.  I watched as the kid gulped nervously and the guy reached a hand up
toward him.

Then he rubbed the kid's leg and smiled at him over his beer.  Nathan
wasn't sure what to think and neither way I.  All we could do was wait and
see what the guy was going to do next.

"You're such a queer."  One of the guys said to the one feeling Nathan's
leg.

"Fuck you, dude."  He replied and continued to feel his way up the kid's
shaved legs.

"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't ya?  Haha!"  The guy laughed.

Nathan looked over at the guy who was laughing and the guy rubbing his leg
said, "Don't pay him no mind.  He loves the dick."

"Oh, whatever."  The guy said.

"It's alright, dude.  You ain't gotta hide it.  You're among family."  The
guy said with a grin and the other guy rolled his eyes, before stepping
away from the counter.

Some of the other guys followed him and they walked over to the billiards
table; While the guy rubbing Nathan's leg continued to feel the kid up.  I
wasn't sure who was kidding who by this point, because after their brief
exchange I was pretty sure all of the rednecks were either gay or bi.  They
just weren't as open about it as the one feeling Nathan's leg was.  Which
brought a smile to my face as I thought about it.  I mean, here were a
group of redneck boys, in full camouflage, standing in a gay bar with their
loud trucks parked outside.  I just knew if I looked, I'd find some rebel
Confederate flags mounted on the tailgate and the sheer irony of that made
me smile.

The thought of some closeted rednecks hanging out in our little bar was
enough to make me want to see each of them suck a big dick.  The mental
image of which wasn't too far from becoming reality as the one guy slipped
Nathan a $5 bill and gave his little bulge a squeeze.  Nathan smiled down
at him and suddenly found the motivation to dance.  He shook his little ass
for the guy and earned himself a few more bills by the time closing time
came around.

I was just feeling thankful, that despite our earlier fears, the rednecks
hadn't started any trouble.  In fact, they seemed to only want to play pool
and drink a few beers.  Well, accept for the one guy who was only
interested in playing with Nathan.

Unfortunately, it was closing time and Roger wanted to close things up,
before transitioning to after hours.  However, the idea of telling money to
walk out the door was none to appealing and Roger reluctantly decided to
allow the rednecks to stay passed closing.

He left me to tend the counter, while he locked the front door and downed
the blinds, before making his way to the backroom to greet the after hours
crowd.  Meanwhile, the rednecks continued to enjoy their came of pool and
the one guy at the guy head to the men's room with Nathan in tow.  I shook
my head and smiled as I watched the pair slip around the corner and out of
sight.

I'm sure if Roger had seen them go in there, he might had said something or
at the very least made some sly comment under his breath.  But of course,
Nathan expected as much from him and had planned his moves to coincide with
Roger's absence from the room.

That left the other rednecks and our other customers to talk among
themselves as Jacob came wandering back over to the counter.  He hopped on
a bar stool and made himself comfortable.  I handed him another cup of soda
and he sipped it slowly.  That's when Damien started to feel adventurous
and he came over to join Jacob.

He hopped up on a bar stool and I asked, "What can I get you, buddy?"

"I'll have what he's having."  He replied with a smile.

Then I poured him a cup of soda and handed it to him.  He took a few sips
only to suddenly realize it wasn't a mixed drink.

"This taste funny."  He said.

Jacob looked at him and asked, "Funny how?  Mine tastes ok."

"The last one your Daddy made me had the dizzy stuff in it."  Damien said.

"Dizzy stuff?"  Jacob asked curiously.

I got a chuckle out of that and said, "Hand it here and I'll spike it for
you."

He handed me his cup and I added just a hint of rum to the coke and stirred
it.  Then I handed it back to him he took another sip.

"Oh yeah, that's the stuff."  He said with a grin as he licked his lips.

That of course, got Jacob to ask, "Can you spike mine too, Daddy?"

I shook my head but took the cup from him to add an extra ingredient.
However, unbeknownst to him I wasn't adding any alcohol.  Instead I
squirted some cherry juice into his cup and stirred it.  Then I handed it
back to him and he took a sip.

"Mmmmm!  Oh yeah, that's the good stuff."  He said and slurped down half
the cup.

About 30mins after that, Damien started to show signs of becoming a little
bit tipsy.  He was laughing for no reason and smiling a lot.  I knew he was
well on his way to his happy place but what was even more amusing was
seeing Jacob imitate his friend.  My Son sat there smiling and laughing
just as Damien was, only he hadn't consumed anything remotely alcoholic in
nature.

Nevertheless, he was putting on a good show of it and as I refilled
Damien's drink, Jacob asked me to refill his as well.  I poured him another
cherry-coke and he continued to mimic his drunken friend.  I guess Max and
James must have noticed what as happening, because they came over to check
on the boys.  Max stood behind Damien and put his arm around him and the
boy smiled up at him.

"Hi Uncle Max."  He said.

"You alright, boy?"  Max asked.

"I'm drunk."  Damien replied with a grin.

James stepped up behind Jacob and put his hands on his shoulders, just as
the boy said, "Yeah, I'm drunk too."

My Brother looked at me and I shook my head 'no'.

"You're drunk on booze, huh?"  James asked with a grin.

"Yup.  Hehe."  Jacob replied.

Of course, I knew better and couldn't help but laugh to myself.  However,
Damien really was tipsy if nothing else and Max seemed to like it.  He ran
his hands over the boy's chest as he stood behind him and Damien smiled
drunkenly.

"Do we need to step into the office?"  Max asked with a wink.

The boy nodded and I watched as he got down from the stool with the help of
his Uncle.

Then Max turned to James and asked, "You coming?"

James nodded and started to follow the two as they headed for the men's
room.  Which left Jacob sitting there on the stool all alone.  He looked
around at the crowd for a moment and then turned to me as if to seek my
approval for him to join them in the men's room.

However, I shook my head 'no' and leaned down to him to say, "You stay out
here with Daddy."

He smirked and looked a bit disappointment as he thought about all the fun
he was missing out on.

That is until I said to him, "I want that little pussy nice and tight for
me later."

An that brought a big smile to his face.  I winked at him and stood up
straight again as one of the other customers asked me how they were suppose
to leave with the front door locked.  At which point, I told them they
could use the side door and go out through the front gate.  Then they
nodded and headed out with a few other customers behind them.

As they stepped through the side door, they were met by some of the after
hours guys coming in through the opposite end of the building.  Thus far
things had been uneventful for the most part.  However, that was all about
to change as the after hours clientele came walking in.  This being a
Saturday, meant the local bikers would be coming in to 'dip their sticks'
as they liked to call it.

The only issue with that was that they usually preferred to dip them into a
tight little boy's asshole.  An there were only two boys in the place.  Not
counting Nathan.  But mine was off limits for the night and Damien was
already occupying a men's room stall with two horny Uncles.

So with no prospective child trade to tend to their needs, the bikers were
left with the only other option available to them.  It didn't take them
long to start eyeballing the rednecks and by the time Roger had returned
from the backroom, the sexual tension of the room had begun to boil over.

The place felt like a powder keg just waiting for a spark to set it off.
That's when one of the bikers thought it a good idea to corner the youngest
of the redneck guys.  He backed him into a corner near the men's room door
and began groping his camouflaged crotch.  I watched from the safety of the
counter as the big burly biker, pinned the skinny, twink, against the wall
and proceeded to get hot and heavy with him.

I half expected the guy to freak out and put up a fight.  But to my
surprise, he had apparently been drinking enough to put him at ease and
make him susceptible to the biker's advances.  Jacob and I watched as the
redneck reached in front of the man's black, leather chaps and pulled out
his dick.  Then the biker pushed him down to his knees and the redneck went
to sucking him.

The interesting thing about the whole situation, was that they weren't the
only two pairing up.  If I didn't know better, I'd have thought the two
groups of men had prearranged their meeting.  Because it seemed as though
the bikers targeted the rednecks right from the start and not a one of them
tried to thwart their advances.

That's when Roger came back around the counter and I mentioned the pairing
up of our customers to him.  He got a kick out of the comment and reminded
me that you can never judge a book by it's cover.  Regardless of how they
might have been dressed, all the men had one thing in common.  They wanted
dick and it didn't matter who's they got as long as it was good and hard.

Another factor that he mentioned, that I hadn't considered was that they
were all probably in the closet.  Which put them on equal footing when it
came to connecting.  They didn't have the usual preferences to contend with
that most out gay men do.  They weren't in a position to be picky nor
choosy.  It was just sex.  A one time thing with no strings attached.  Just
a suck, a fuck and maybe a piss.  Then they'd be on their way as if nothing
had ever happened.

It was that casual sex vibe that made Dipsticks an interesting place.  I
could stand behind the counter and just people watch for hours.  You never
knew who was going to hookup with who or how the night was going to end.

However, the longer I watched the men getting down to business with each
other; I glanced over at Jacob and saw the look of jealousy in his little
eyes.  He was feeling left out and I needed to do the right thing by making
good on my previous suggestion to him.  So I told Roger to let James know
we were going to head out of the night and I left my boss to tend the bar;
While my Son and I stepped outside.

The two of us made our way out the side door and out through the front
gate.  The light from the streetlights shined down on us as we walked down
the sidewalk in front of the building and slipped into the darkness around
the corner.

Once in the shadows, I picked the boy up and held him in my arms as I
carried him the rest of the way to our truck.  The whole time, kissing and
licking his face and neck.  He giggled like a school boy the whole way as
he anxiously awaited what I had promised him.  He was so cute and full of
energy as I carried him over to the truck and pulled open the driver side
door.

He crawled in and across the seat as I unstrapped my holster from my leg
and placed it back under the seat.  That's when I noticed him getting
undressed.  He pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the floorboard of
the truck as I scooted into the seat.

I put the key in the ignition and turned to my right to see him slipping
off his sweatpants.

"What you doing?"  I asked with a chuckle.

"Getting ready."  He said with a big smile.

That brought a naughty grin to my face as I watched him toss his sweats
onto the floorboard and proceed to lay himself across the seat with his
left foot in my lap and his right foot down on the floor.  I pulled my door
closed and tickled his foot.

"Haha!  Hehe!"  He laughed and squirmed.

Then he laid there smiling at me with his beautiful, naked, little body on
full display for me.  He looked so perfect, laying there waiting for me to
take him, that I knew I had to do just that.  So without turning it, I took
my hand off of the key and placed it on my boy's tiny cocklet.

He smiled wider and let out a soft moan, "Mmmmm."

Then I massaged his tiny hairless balls as I moved my hand around and up
underneath them.  I clearly knew he was offering himself to me and I took
great pleasure in knowing that my little boy wanted his Daddy to molest him
so freely and openly.  Sure there wasn't anyone around to catch us in the
act at that moment but the fear of being caught was still just as strong.

It made my hand tremble ever so softly as I fondled my Son's intimates but
for the life of me, I couldn't pull my hand away from him.  His soft skin
felt so wonderful beneath my fingertips as I placed my thumb against his
hole and continued to massage his balls with my forefinger.

"Oh Daddy, Mmmmmmm."  He moaned.

Hearing him call out for me gave me the final assurance I needed that he
was really in the mood to get fucked.  I could feel his body shiver as my
thumb rubbed around his puffy little opening and I couldn't help but apply
pressure to it.  That's when my thumb slipped inside his well trained
little asshole and I pushed myself in passed my knuckle.

"MMMmmmmm!"  He moaned and squirmed.

An I instinctively looked around to make sure that no one was watching us.
Of course no one was and I immediately turned my focus back to my little
boy.  It was just the two of us, alone in the truck, in the privacy of the
pitch black back parking lot.  My heart began to race as I thumb-fucked his
hot little hole.

I scooted myself closer to him and lifted his left leg up onto the back of
the seat; Which helped to expose his beautiful little hole to me as I
continued to finger him.  Seeing my thumb work it's way in and out of my
Son's hot little hole, turned me on so much, that I had quietly become
fully erect inside my jeans and was actively precumming on my thigh.  I
could feel my pent-up shaft throbbing as it strained against the inside of
my jeans.

"Daddy wants to fuck you.  Right here.  Right now."  Is said softly.

With a big smile, he sat up and I pulled my thumb from his hole to reach
down and unbutton my jeans.  There was a feeling of anxiety as I worked to
pull my jeans to my knees and my throbbing hard dick sprang up and into
view.  Precum was oozing from the tip and had coated my hairy pubes with a
thin layer of jizz.

The scent of cum filled the air as Jacob crawled over to me and I helped
him into my lap.  There, he rested his back against the steering wheel,
which thankfully had a broken horn relay.  Otherwise, he'd have blasted the
hour for the next 20mins or so while we did our thing.

I lifted and spread his legs as he positioned himself atop my raging hard
dick.  Then he sat right down on it, impaling himself fully on every stiff
inch of me.

"Ohhhhmmmm!!"  He moaned.

Then he put his hands on my shoulders and offered himself completely to me
to pleasure myself.

"Fuck yeah, Mmmmmm."  I moaned, "Give Daddy your pussy."

"It's yours, Daddy!  Ohhhmmm!  It's all yours!"  He moaned.

I held him by his thighs and bounced him up and down on my throbbing hard
shaft with all my might.  The sheer rugged force caused the truck to shake
as I rode his hot little asshole for all it was worth.

"I'll take it, Mmmmm.  Take it and hurt it.  Bust it for ya."  I said with
a grin, knowing those worlds were like music to my horny Son's ears.

"Oh Daddy!  Yeah, Mmmmm!  Bust it!  Bust it, Daddy!"  He cried.

Tears streamed down his little cheeks as I held him tight and forced him up
and down on me as hard as I could, until I was soaking in my own sweat and
the windows were fogging up with our sex.  We were going at it hot and
heavy like only a Father and Son could.  Our bodies were becoming one as I
filled his cozy little fuck hole with my manhood.

We were one being.  Fucking in unison.  My hairy balls were meeting his
hairless ass cheeks as his hungry hole slurped at my meat-stick.  His
insides were so warm, wet and tight, that they actually made a slurping
sound as his hole worked up and down the length of my shaft.

I leaned in and kissed his neck and face, all the while making love to his
hole boy pussy.  I could feel his ass juices dribbling onto my ball sack
and it made a squishing sound as he bounced.  It wasn't long before I could
feel my balls aching to cum and I reached around to grip his tiny ass
cheeks.  He let out a squeal as I gripped his ass tight and hammered him
down on my balls.

"Ahhhh!  Ahhhhhmmmm!  Ahhhhh!"  He cried.

"Daddy's gonna cum, Baby!  Ohhh!  Fuckkkk!!!  Aaauuughhhmmm!!!!!"  I
groaned and forced him down hard as I unleashed my pent up load of cum.

My taint twitched and pulsed as the globs of hot baby-batter erupted from
within me and flooded his insides.  He leaned his head forward and rested
it on my shoulder as he accepted every drop of my seed.

By this time, the windows were completely fogged up and the cab of the
truck was heavy with the scent of man/boy sex.  I rubbed his back and held
him, while we both relaxed.  We were sharing a powerful moment together and
I never wanted it to end.

Unfortunately, we were about to be interrupted by a surprise visitor.  We
both sat soaking in our sex, when the truck suddenly began to rock back and
fourth.  At first I thought it was my head spinning, after having just
released such an incredible load.  But after a few seconds, I realized I
wasn't imagining it.

Jacob sat up and looked around nervously as we wondered what was happening.
My first inclination was that someone had caught us having sex and was
trying to scare us.  However, I was also pretty sure that no one had seen
us in the darkness.

Then suddenly, we heard a knocking on the window and I very slowly reached
over to roll down my window.  As the glass slowly came down, I peered
through the crack and saw James standing outside the truck.

"What you guys doing in there?"  James asked very coyly.

I shook my head in disbelief and rolled the window down the rest of the
way.

Through the open window the scent of sex escaped and James said, "Mmmmm,
smells like butt-sex."

Jacob smiled and I kissed his face as we looked at James, standing outside
the door with his head peaking at us.

"You should have said something, I would have joined you two."  He said.

An I replied, "You were busy...  Besides, sometimes a Daddy just needs a
little one on one time with his boy.  Ain't that right, Jacob?"

Jacob nodded and smiled.  However, I could tell James was now feeling left
out and I leaned over to him to plant a kiss on his lips.

His tongue entered my mouth and I sucked on it playfully, until I broke our
kiss to say, "Don't be jealous.  I'll tap your ass when we get home, big
bro."

"Damn right."  He said and leaned in further to kiss Jacob.

I watched as they kissed in the darkness, until James broke there kiss and
said, "I hope it was good, kiddo."

"Daddy's dick is always good.  Hehe."  Jacob giggled.

"I know that's right.  If you two are done, I'll follow you to the house."
James said and I nodded.

Then he stepped away from the truck and I helped Jacob up off of my dick.
As he got up and crawled back into the seat, my load of cum poured from his
hole and splattered all over my jeans.

"Oops..." He said softly.

"Eh, it's all good.  I'll just add that to my collection."  I said and he
giggled.

Then I pulled my cum-soaked jeans back up and he got dressed for the ride
home.  We pulled out of the parking lot and were followed by James as we
made the trip back to our house.  I had a feeling that with my Dad and Alex
out of the house all weekend, that the three of us were going to be doing a
lot of fucking.

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