Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2016 19:33:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dipsticks Part Eighteen M/b Incest

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Chapter Seventeen:  "Feel My Pulse"

With Thanksgiving over and the next holiday a few weeks away, my Son's
school at the Blue Crane Nudist Community decided it best to extend the
fall break right on through to the first day of the new year.  This meant
that the boys who otherwise would have been in school the week following
Thanksgiving, were now enjoying an extended vacation.

Thankfully with my Dad having recently retired, he was able to watch Jacob
and Alex during the day and evening; While James and I worked.  This
arrangement seemed to work out just fine for everyone through the first
part of the first week of their fall break but by the time that Friday
rolled around, Jacob was bored with staying home and asked if he could come
to work with me.

I'd brought him to Dipsticks on numerous occasions in the past, so it
wasn't out of the question for me to bring him along for the night.
However, in recent days we'd been receiving strange phone calls at the bar.
Strange as in offensive and threatening.  They started on Saturday and had
grown increasingly more ominous as the week went on.

I'd answered a few of the calls myself and kept a mental note of the
conversations as well as details about the caller's voice and such.  From
the one's I'd taken, it sounded as though each call was being made by the
same person.  An judging from the voice, they sounded male, young, and
butch with a redneck accent.

When the calls first began, they'd go through a slew of racist, sexist and
homophobic rants, until either we cussed them out and they hung up or we'd
hang up on them first.  But after a few nights of this, the calls began to
take on a more malicious vibe.  They began threatening the entire gay
community by saying they wished someone would kill us all.  Which angered
me but didn't feel like much more than angry idle threats.

That is until they began to turn the focus of their threats to the bar
itself.  That's when I became more concerned and brought the issue to
Roger's attention.  He then revealed to me, that he too had been answering
some of the same threatening calls and he had already reported them to his
friend in law enforcement.

He assured me that his friend was taking the situation seriously but that
because the threats were being made against a gay establishment, that the
local police department had little to no interest in it.  Thankfully his
friend was kind enough to take the matter up and agreed to keep watch on
the bar for us in his off duty time.

From that point on, he'd show up out of uniform and sit in the main bar
room; While his police car set outside in the parking lot.  However, you
can imagine the effect this had on a few of the patrons that frequented
Dipsticks.  Seeing that patrol car parked out front scared a good many of
them off the first day or so.

However, once word had gotten out that it was there for our own protection,
that seemed to qualm any fears they might have had and they had begun
returning to the bar by that Thursday.  So with Friday now here and my Son
wanting to come and hang out at the bar with me; You can understand why I
was feeling a little leery.

That said, the two of us arrived just after opening time that evening to
find that Roger's friend was already on watch.  I parked my truck beside
his patrol car in the parking lot out front and before getting out, I
grabbed my holstered revolver from the floor board.  I strapped it to my
thigh and told Jacob to keep a close eye out for anything that might be out
of the norm.

He could tell from the tone of my voice that I was worried about his safety
and he promised to be more aware of his surroundings during the night.
That came as a relief to me but I was still very much on guard as the two
of us got out of my truck and headed inside.  The sun had yet to go down as
we made our way in through the front door; Which meant I still had time to
do a walk around of the building to make sure nothing was out of place.

So once inside, I left Jacob in the company of Nathan and Roger; Who were
talking to their law enforcement friend in the corner of the room.  Then I
headed back out for a quick circle of the building.  It only took me a few
minutes to make my way around and back in through the patio gate.
Thankfully, during my walk around, I didn't see anything that raised my
suspicions but I did feel more comfortable having checked to be sure.

When I came back in through the side door of the patio, I found Jacob
sitting at the bar with a glass of cherry coke in his hand and he smiled
across the counter at me.  On this particular night he wasn't dressed in
his usual sweats but rather in a pair of loose fitting gym shorts and a
sleeveless shirt.  He looked very comfortable in that.  Especially with the
weather being so unseasonably warm.  It was honestly hard to be believe it
was fall with temperatures hovering in the 90's during the day and 80's at
night.

I of course was wearing my favorite black tank top and matching black work
pants, you know the ones with the cum stains in the front.  Sure they were
clean, well, washed at least but you never really can get cum out of
clothes or anything else for that matter.  That shit stains everything it
touches I swear.  Anyway, I stepped behind the counter to count my cash
register drawer and occasionally glanced over across the room at Roger and
Nathan as they talked to their friend.

Roger was dressed in his usual work clothes and a cowboy hat.  While Nathan
was already going shirtless with a pair of very tight shorts on.  I'm not
sure what his shorts were made of but they were very flashy and shimmered
in the lights of the bar.  Meanwhile, their law enforcement friend was
dressed in all camouflage; Which you might think would have made him stand
out but around these parts there were a lot of people who wore camo all the
time.

Most of the rednecks I knew would be dressed in full on camouflage from
head to toe, even in this warm weather.  But at least this guy was smart
enough to wear a sleeveless camo shirt, instead of the long sleeve jacket
or sweater that normally would have been worn with such an outfit.

With my cash register now counter, I went about checking the supplies and
stock.  I slid open the door on the cooler and the cold air rushed out.  It
felt really nice and cool on my skin as I reached in to count the bottles
of beer.  I jotted down a count on a piece of paper and then pulled the
tray of condiments from the cooler.  This is where we kept the fruit,
olives and other stuff that we put in peoples' drinks.  I noticed we were
low on cherries and had to open a jar to add to the tray.

As I did, Jacob took notice and very casually slid his glass over to me.  I
looked up to see him smiling and knew what he wanted.  I winked at him and
placed a couple cherries from the jar into his glass for him to nibble on.

"Thanks, Daddy."  He said as he took his glass back and pulled a cherry for
it to eat.

He looked so sexy as he licked and sucked on that pretty red cherry, that I
nearly popped a boner just watching him.  Luckily I was behind the counter
and no one could see the sudden bulge in my jeans.  It wasn't that Nathan
or Roger would have cared about seeing it but I didn't know their friend
well enough to let him see my getting all hot and bothered while checking
out my own Son.  I'd have to get to know him a lot better before I took a
chance like that.

It took some time for my spontaneous erection to subside, during which time
I finished setting up the bar and made myself a cold drink to sip on, while
I waited for our customers to arrive.  Oddly enough, for a Friday, it
wasn't as busy as I'd expected it to be and as it would turn out, that was
probably for the best.  As the evening progressed and night fell, a
mid-sized crowd of men gathered around.  They were our usual Friday bunch,
made up of rednecks, bikers and roughnecks.

Though like I said, there wasn't nearly as many as I'd come to expect on
this, one of our busiest nights of the week.  However, the smaller crowd
made it easy to keep an eye on Jacob; Who stayed close to the counter where
I could see him most of the night.  An between the lulls in customers, the
two of us played darts.  He was getting rather good at the game and even
had a couple of men offer to play the winner of a few rounds.

Soon, he was taking on some of the regulars and they were offering him
drinks.  Naturally, I wasn't going to serve him alcohol, so they had to
settle for buying him sodas.  Jacob didn't mind one bit as he was more
focused on having fun and I'm sure it was quite an experience for him.  He
most likely felt like one of the gang playing with the adults in the room.
Seeing himself relishing in the joyful experience was worth taking the risk
of bringing him to the bar or so I remember thinking at the time.

This went on throughout the night, until the inevitably hour of closing
time came upon us.  By that time, Jacob was going in and out of the men's
room pretty frequently as he worked all those sodas through his little
bladder.  He had just let the counter and gone to take another piss, when I
noticed Roger's friend getting up from his table in the corner of the room.

He was about to head out the door for the night as he often did just before
closing; When something seemed to catch his attention.  He stopped just
inches from the door and turned around to give the room one final glance.
An that's when something none of expected happened.  There came a loud bang
or knocking sound at the front door.  At first it sounded like a
firecracker or a car backfiring outside but when people began running in
through the side door to the patio, I knew something was terribly wrong.

The next thing I knew, Roger's friend was yelling, "GET DOWN!"

An a state of pandemonium swept through bar as the realization set it that
what I was hearing was the sound of automatic gun fire.  I don't know how
Roger's friend knew, maybe it was just a sixth sense he had from being a
cop or something but he must have realized something was wrong even before
the first shots rang out.

Nevertheless, he jumped into action with a quickness as he hoarded everyone
into the safety of the men's room.  He'd also drawn his previously
concealed weapon and was holding it firmly in his hand as he made his way
to the side door to the patio and took up a position between it and the
counter.  That's when I jumped the counter, pushed Nathan to the ground and
covered him as he crawled to the men's room for protection.

It was as I was doing that, that I saw Jacob cowering in fear, just inside
the men's room doorway.

"Daddy, what's happening?!"  He cried out.

I rushed over to him, put my arms around him tight and said, "Whatever
happens, don't come out of here until I tell you.  Nathan, stay with him!"

Both boys were shaking as they nodded they heads and Nathan pulled Jacob
deeper into the men's room.  Seconds later, another burst of gun fire rang
out and I drew my revolver from it's holster, strapped to my thigh.  I held
it tight in my hands as I crept back out of the men's room, passed the men
who were rushing in and ducked down behind the counter, mere feet from
Roger's friend.

"Who's shooting!?"  I yelled.

He turned to me and replied, "We've got a single shooter in the parking
lot."

"Are you calling for backup?"  I asked.

"I can't, my radio's in the car."  He replied.

"Fuck..."  I said.

Just then, I happened to glance over through the open side door and noticed
Roger had hunkered down in the doorway to his office/backroom across the
patio.  He was holding a rifle in his hands but he couldn't get a clear
shot at the shooter from where he was.  I pointed this out to his friend
and he agreed that we needed to do something to lure the shooter closer so
that one of us could get a shot at him.

A few moments passed and the shooting appeared to subside.  There were no
longer bullets flying and there was an eerie calm.  This was the break that
would lead to the resolution of the firefight.  You see, there were no more
bullets being fired, because at that moment the shooter was now walking to
the front door.

None of us could have known this however.  It wasn't until the front door
swung open and a strangely familiar man came walking inside, that I felt my
heart sink into my stomach.  There in the doorway stood a scrawny, short,
anger-filled little man; Who I remembered from many years ago.  Although,
the last time I'd seen him he was much younger.  His face might have aged
but his stature and body language hadn't changed.  He was unmistakably the
adult Son of my Dad's old boss man.

I couldn't remember his name exactly, so for the sake of the story, I'll
just call him Kyle.  He walked into the room with an assault rifle in his
hands and dressed in all black from head to toe.  An although he'd thought
to wear a ballistics vest and a hardened helmet, he'd neglected to cover
his face.  That's how I was able to recognize him.

That's when it occurred to me, that from where he was standing he could
clearly see everyone who was hiding in the men's room.  In fear for my
Son's life and the lives of those hiding from the shooter, I brought my
revolver to bare and aimed it straight at Kyle's head.

"Kyle!  Drop the gun!"  I yelled and hearing someone call his name, seemed
to really catch him off guard.

He turned to see who it was that knew him by name and when he did, Roger's
friend opened fire.

'POP!  POP!  POP!  POP!  POP!'

Five rounds of semi-automatic hand gun fire rang out in rapid succession.
I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched the bullets strike the man dead in
the chest, center of mass as law enforcement officers so often were trained
so to do.

The only thing more shocking than seeing this was seeing Kyle drop to his
knees and collapse over backwards in the doorway.  I thought for sure he
was dead.  I mean, he'd just taken so many shots to the chest that surely
he'd been killed right?

Turns out, no, he wasn't dead.  Though the impact of those high velocity
bullets slamming into his ballistics vest at such force, had caused him to
honestly believe he'd just been shot dead.  With him now laid out in the
doorway in total shock, Roger's friend and I were able to rush over and
disarm him.  At the very same time, Roger came running into the main room
of the bar with his rifle in hand.  He covered us as we patted the shooter
down.

That's when Kyle looked up at the three of us standing over him and said,
"Am I gonna die?"

Roger's friend took this time to rip open the man's vest and shirt to check
for bullet wounds.  As luck would have it, not a single shot had penetrated
the Kevlar vest but there were five black and blue marks from where they
had bruised his body.

Then Roger's friend shook his head to indicate that no, despite what Kyle
thought, he wasn't going to die.

Roger then said, "Nope but you're gonna wish you did."

Just then, Kyle sat up and Roger bashed him in the head with the butt of
his rifle, knocking him out cold.  It was during his period of
unconsciousness, that we were able to check on the condition of everyone
else in the bar and to our amazement, no one had been killed or even
injured in the attack.  Sure everyone was pretty shaken up and that was to
be expected given what had just happened.

As I stood there over Kyle's unconsciousness body, feeling completely
shell-shocked, Jacob came running over to me.

He grabbed me tight and said, "Daddy, are you alright!?"

I think that's what brought me back to my senses and I suddenly felt more
concern for Jacob than for anyone else, including myself.  I must have
become overwhelmed as the shock of what had just happened took a hold of
me, because I fell to my knees and hugged my Son as tight as I could.

"Are you alright, baby?  You didn't get hit did you?"  I asked nervously as
I felt my Son's body.

"I'm ok, Daddy.  I wet myself but I'm ok."  He replied and his honest
answer brought an amused grin to Roger's friends' face.

I found what my Son had said to be funny too but I was too shaken up to
laugh or even crack a smile.  I just held him close and thanked God he
hadn't been hurt.  I was already feeling really guilty for bringing him
after all this and I don't think I could have forgiven myself if he'd
actually been injured or killed.

The two of us watched as Roger's friend retrieved Kyle's cellphone and
verified that he was in fact the one who had been calling and threatening
the bar.  That came as a great relief to us, since it meant that we were
likely only dealing with one deranged lone gun man and not something worst.
With this new knowledge and given that he fortunately hadn't been
successful in delivering on his death threats; It was decided that we, the
people for whom he had threatened would take the law into our own hands.

Without official involvement or the authorization of local law enforcement,
Roger took the defense of his bar and the lives of his patrons to a
remarkable new level.  He with the help of his friend, removed the shooter
from the doorway and moved him to the backroom of the bar.  This was all
done within the view of those of us in attendance.  Like I said, it was a
good thing it hadn't been a busier night or else there would have been more
witnesses and probably some injuries.

However, because there were so few of us in the bar, not a single one of us
called to report the attack or consequences there of; Since we all saw what
was happening and the subsequent actions that would be taken soon after as
justice served.  Have I lost you yet?  I hope not.  To sum things up so
far, a punk-ass, hate-filled, scum-bag had threatened all of our lives and
we each felt it within our purview to see that he be punished for his
violence actions against us.

What form that punishment was going to take, I don't think I have to spell
out in detail for you.  So let's just say that things were about to take a
very dark turn.  Probably darker than anything that I have ever told you in
this story before.  However, I do want you to know that unlike another
shooter in another gay nightclub shooting tragedy not that unlike this one;
Kyle would get what was coming to him.

Think of this as our own way of fulfilling the need for gratification
sought by many others in the gay community after they too recently suffered
from a similar tragedy elsewhere.  The perpetrator in this such attack on
our small but proud gay community would suffer some form of retribution and
justice would be served.

After I re-holstered my revolver and checked on my Son and the others; Who
had taken cover in the men's room, Nathan helped me to secure the main bar
room for closing.  Jacob for his part helped us to clear the tables of
dishes and even wiped down the dirty parts of the room.  All the while, the
rest of our customers moved out into the patio area and allowed us to get
things straightened up.

It wasn't until the three of us had finished cleaning and securing the
room, that we finally made our way out to join the others outside.  In the
patio, things had begun to return to somewhat normal with men softly
discussing what had taken place only moments ago.  There was a mixture of
anger, shock, relief, disbelief and pride among the men as they huddled
around the various tables in the patio to talk.

Now you might be thinking it really bizarre, that despite what had just
happened these men were not panicking or rushing home to their families.
That's because these weren't your average gay men.  You have to keep in
mind, that they were not your run of the mill queers and flaming queens.
These fellas were from the backwoods.  Rednecks, roughnecks and corn-fed
corn-holers.  They didn't scare easily.  A shootout wasn't going to scare
them off, despite that likely being Kyle's intention.

In many respects, a firefight was probably the least of their fears.  They
had families back home that would have inflicted worse pain on them, than
this single cowardly foe.  Many of them came to Dipsticks to escape
persecution from those intent on inflicting harm on them.  So there was a
bit of irony to what they'd just gone through you see.

Over time, these men had come to see Dipsticks as a reasonably safe place,
a refuge if you will or sanctuary of sorts.  Where other men like
themselves were free to mix, mingle, drink and fuck.  An this lone gunman
had just violated the sanctity of that very trust and protection.  However,
he'd clearly chosen the wrong bar to mess with and the wrong group of men
to taunt with his threats and hatred.

Indeed, there was no remorse among them as they awaited the return of Roger
from the backroom.  It took several minutes but eventually the owner and
friend; Who on this night had also become seen as a shepherd to his flock,
emerged from the side door to the backroom.  He and his friend stepped
outside and there was a whispered word between the two of them.

This was then followed by Roger addressing the crowd, in which he said, "An
attack on one of us, is an attack on all of us and it won't be tolerated
here."

"Damn right!"  Someone yelled from the back of the patio.

"I hope you fuck him up, Roger!"  Another said.

Then another said, "I say you let us bust his balls!"

An that got a roar from the crowd, "YEAH!!!"

Even Jacob joined them by saying, "Yeah, kick him in the nuts!"

Hearing this, I gave the boy a disappointed look as I said to him, "Jacob,
hush.  Don't encourage them."

That made him lower his head and look away for a moment.  He knew I didn't
approve of the way he was succumbing to the influence of the anger and
excitement of the crowd.  Though afterward, he looked up at me and I felt
him put his arm around me.  I pulled him close and together we watched as
the crowd of men began lining up at the door to gain entry to the backroom
hallway.

Soon, Roger and his friend found themselves faced with a crowd of angry,
horny men; Who were now hell bent on retaliation and vengeance.  I don't
know if it was there intention or if they simply got swept up in the mood
of the crowd but they eventually allowed the men to enter the backroom.

Now I don't know what all went down in the backroom at the onset, because I
wasn't about to go in there and have my Son bare witness to the brutality
of the vengeful crowd.  No, I wasn't that careless to even consider doing
that.  Instead, I took him back inside the man room of the bar and asked
him if he wanted me to call his Uncle to have him come pick him up.

I could tell this created a conflict for Jacob as a part of him didn't want
to leave because he wanted to see what was going to happen next and another
part of him wanted to stay because he didn't want anything to happen to me
but at the same time I think he really did consider calling it a night.

Of course, just like most of us he let the not so smart of him make the
final decision.  He told me he wanted to stay at the bar and promised that
he'd keep away from the backroom.  I made him pinkie-swear on it and we
agreed that he could stay as along as things didn't get any crazier.

Some time after that, we heard the backdoor bell ring to indicate that our
after hours crowd had arrived.  Unlucky for them, they would have to come
in through the backroom entrance and by doing so, they would be the first
to come across whatever was going on in there.

As much as my Son and I had tried to steer clear of that mess, word of what
was taking place eventually came as the first of our after hours clientele
made their way through the bar and approached the counter.  Jacob was
sitting there at the end of the counter, when a couple of men began
discussing what they'd just seen.

"That poor fucker ain't gonna walk outta here on his own."  One said.

"You got that right.  I wonder if he's even gonna wake up?"  Another said.

Overhearing this, I looked to Jacob as he sipped the drink I'd made for him
and he pretended not to be listening.  Unfortunately for him, his acting
skills weren't all that convincing; Because I could easily tell that he was
listening to every word.

Fearing that they might be a further bad influence on him, I prepared to
ask the men to stop talking about it.  However, before I could say
anything, my good friend Bear came walking in through the side door.  He
was naked as a jay bird and shaking his head in disbelief as he approached
the counter.

"Well, that's something you don't see everyday..."  He said in reference to
what he'd just seen on his way in through the backroom.

That's when I held up my hand and motioned to Jacob; Which Bear took as a
sign that he should change the topic in a hurry.  He was a wise man and
cared for my Son greatly.  So I knew that he would do what was best for him
and steer clear of the subject.

"What you see, Bear?"  Jacob asked curiously.

To which Bear wisely replied, "...A cute little gay boy in a bar full of
nasty, horny, drunken men.  You don't reckon he's come looking for trouble
do you?  Or maybe just a good time with an old fart like me?"

Then he put his arm around Jacob and gave him a little hug, before having a
seat on a bar stool beside him.  This was just the change in atmosphere we
all needed.  I tell you, I don't know how Bear did it but he managed to
strike up a whole new vibe with just his presence.  Seeing him and my Son
together at the counter, I cranked up the music and fixed them both a
drink.

While they sipped them, a few more men came in and gathered with the others
near the billiards table.  Shortly afterward, those same men went to
groping each other; Which Bear and Jacob took as their cue to do some
groping of their own.  I watched as they molested and fondled each other at
the counter, until their mutual need to take a piss took precedence.

Bear looked to Jacob and said, "I don't know about you but I could use a
trip to the pisser.  Care to join me?"

"Sure, Haha!"  Jacob laughed, "I probably ought to 'cause I 'bout peed
myself earlier."

"You 'bout did or you did?"  Bear asked with a grin.

Jacob glanced down at the crotch of his shorts and then replied, "I did."

"Yeah?  Mmmmm!  You mind if I have a sniff?"  Bear asked.

This came as a strange surprise to Jacob; Who shrugged his shoulders and
spun around on his bar stool to let the man sniff between his legs.  I
watched with amusement as Bear leaned over into the boy's lap and took a
good whiff.

"Oh yeah, Mmmmmm!  Good and pissy."  Bear said, before grabbing the
waistband of the boy's shorts to pull them open and sneak a peek inside,
"You got some more where that came from?"

Again, Jacob shrugged his shoulders and the next thing I knew, the two of
them had hopped down from their bar stools and begun heading towards the
men's room.  Seeing this, I just shook my head and laughed.  Mind you, I
had a good idea of what they were going to get up to in there but I
couldn't leave my post at the counter to see for myself.

Instead, I just continued working and tended to the few customers we had at
the time.  It wasn't long after that, that Nathan came in through the side
door, took a look around the room and decided to take his chances on making
some quick cash.  He climbed up on the counter in his flashy shorts and
shook his ass for the men.  It took some work but he eventually managed to
get a couple men to break away from the others and approach the counter.

Once there, they flashed a bills at him and he flashed them a shot of his
little dick.  This got them excited and they slipped him the money in hopes
of getting a few more good glimpses at his young package.  Naturally it
worked and I could see that he was feeling quite proud of himself as he
flashed the crowd his goods.

I think it was about this time, that the side door swung open again and in
walked Roger's law enforcement friend.  He had a blank look on his face as
he came inside and rounded the counter.  An he wasn't the only one with a
blank stare on their face.  You see, I'd completely forgotten that he
hadn't left the bar; So you can imagine the thoughts going through my head
as he walked through the room and approached the counter with my Son
presumably in a precarious situation just out of his sight.

Then, just as the thought crossed my mind, along came Jacob; Who returned
from the men's room to take his place back at the counter.  Only now, he
wasn't wearing any shorts at all.  Just his sleeveless shirt, which didn't
cover an inch below his waistline.  He made his way over to the bar stool
beside Roger's friend and took a seat.

Without as much as glancing at the boy, Roger's friend looked across the
counter to me and said, "It's gonna be a long time...  Can I get a shot?"

To which I nodded and started to pour the man a shot of liquor.  It was
while I was doing this, that he happened to glance down and over at Jacob;
Who was now sitting beside him with his little hairless boy dick just
dangling out there between his legs.  The man took one look at him and then
turned back to me, before suddenly having to do a double-take.

He glanced back over at Jacob and then said, "Excuse me young man, are you
aware you haven't got any pants on?"

Jacob smiled and replied, "Yup, someone got pee all over 'em."

Then the man turned back to me and said, "Better make that a double shot,
buddy."

As I went about pouring an additional shot for him, Bear came wandering out
of the men's room in search of Jacob and walked over to the counter stark
naked with the boy's shorts in his hand.  An as if this wasn't awkward
enough, I could see the beads of water dripping down and off of his hairy,
fat body; Which I knew was very likely piss.  What I didn't realize at the
time though, was that it was Jacob's piss but I'd learn that before it was
all said and done.

Roger's friend took one look at the man and his eyes widened with a look of
pure astonishment.

"Why'd you run off, boy?  I had some more piss for you."  Bear said to
Jacob and Roger's friend shook his head in utter disbelief.

Then he said to me, "Hey, you better make that a triple...  Fuck, you know
what, just give me the bottle."

Not knowing whether he was serious or not, I continued pouring the first
three shots and then handed him the bottle of liquor.  He took it in his
hand, placed the tip to his lips and took a big swig.  Seeing this, I
decided to pick up one of the shot glasses and drank one down myself.  Bear
saw that and reached out taking the other two in his hands and gulped them
down.

The next thing I knew, Roger's friend set the bottle down and reached over
to Jacob, taking a grip of his shirt.  The boy looked over at the man
somewhat nervously but didn't know what to say.

Before any of us could say anything, the man said to Jacob, "How 'bout you
lose the shirt?"

My Son, not thinking it too much to ask, nodded his head and peeled his
shirt off.  Then he laid it on the counter at the feet of Nathan; Who was
still dancing and Bear laid the shorts down along side them.  Now with
Jacob completely naked, Roger's friend proceeded to take off his own shirt
to reveal a muscular chest and abs covered in tattoos.

Jacob and Bear watched this with eager anticipation as the man took another
big swig of booze.  An then he slid himself off his bar stool and
unbuttoned the front of his camouflage pants.  Jacob looked over at me with
the most excited little expression on his face as he watched the man
unexpectedly strip himself naked right there at the counter.

This had me about floored.  I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Honestly, I was totally taken by surprise by the man's actions but you know
what, since he was a friend of Roger's I probably should have known better.
Although he was a member of law enforcement, the guy was good friends with
a total perv, child-rapist and common criminal by any measure.  So why
wouldn't he be wild and kinky, you know?

While I thought that over in my head, I watched as he stripped down to his
boots and jockstrap.  He had one hell of a body on him, I tell you what.
He was covered in tattoos from his ankles to his neck but his chest and abs
were extremely well defined.  If I didn't know any better, I'd say he must
have been a soldier at some point before becoming a cop.  He just had that
look you know?

Anyway, I guess he was feeling comfortable after stripping down, because he
decided to return to his seat and finish his bottle of booze.  While he did
so, Jacob couldn't resist staring at him like a boy pining over a puppy in
a pet shop window.  The man must have enjoyed that as well, because he made
sure to casually tease his dick through the material of his jockstrap.
Each time he did that, Jacob smiled and the man would wink at him.

This interaction went on for some time, until the few customers we had
decided to call it a night and made their way out to the patio.  Nathan saw
this as his cue to call it quits and he too left the main bar room in lieu
of more action in the backroom.  That left Bear, Jacob, Roger's friend and
myself in the otherwise empty bar room.

That's when Bear said, "Damn, I gotta piss again."

An he got up from his bar stool.

"You coming, short stuff?"  He asked and Jacob happily got up to join him.

Before the two of them could slip back into the men's room, Roger's friend
excused himself and got up to join them.  However, he's just consumed a
near full bottle of liquor and was clearly drunk as a skunk.  I know this,
because the moment he tried to take his first step away from the counter,
he lost his balance and had to grab hold of the counter to stop himself
from doing a face-plant into another bar stool.

"Whoa, hold it man."  I said and came around to help him, "I've got you."

Once I'd gotten over to him, I put my arm around him and I kept him upright
while he staggered his way to the men's room.  It took us a few minutes to
reach it but once we did, I continued to help him stand up straight, in
front of the trough urinal.  That's where he whipped his dick out and
proceeded to take a healthy piss.  It was a pretty healthy looking dick
too.  It must have measured about 7.5" and was definitely uncut.  The
foreskin hung off the tip really far.

"Mmmmmm, fuck that feels good."  He moaned as he released a hot torrent of
piss into the trough.

Meanwhile, Jacob and Bear were standing mere feet away from us as they too
took a piss.  Only, Jacob was holding Bear's fat dick in his hand while the
man pissed in the trough.  That got the attention of Roger's friend; Who
inched him self over a little closer to the boy with me still helping to
steady him.

"You look like you're good that.  Care to hold mine for me?"  The man asked
and Jacob eagerly reached up to take hold of the man's dick.

Seeing that, well, I felt left out.  So I helped myself to my zipper and
joined the three of them in taking a good long piss.  As I did so, Roger's
friend reached over and took hold of my dick and helped to aim it into the
trough.

"Here, let me help you with that buddy."  He said as if he was really doing
me a big favor.

The very thought of which made me chuckle to myself but I didn't make him
stop or anything.  The four of us continued our mutual pissing, until we'd
each depleted our supply of urine.  At which point, the only thing left in
our system worth depositing was semen.  So you know what the meant, right?
We each went to stroking each others' dicks to the joy and pleasure of one
another.

I really got into having Roger's friend beating my meat for me.  He was
really good at working the whole length of my shaft with his hands and he
worked me up to a good if not short orgasm.  Jacob on the other hand, had a
much harder time getting the two men to climax.  Presumably because he had
two big dicks to take care of couldn't give either of them the full
attention they deserved.

However, that didn't stop him from trying.  Hell, nah.  He worked his best
to stroke those fuckers off and when that didn't work, well, he sucked
them.  Yeah, that's what he did.  I think Bear was expecting it and made
himself available for a good long blowjob.  But Roger's friend wasn't as
prepared for a little boy to take his big dick into his little mouth.

So once Jacob had sucked the juices from Bear's heavy, low-hanging balls;
He turned his full attention to Roger's friend and took hold of the man's
dick with both hands as he sucked it.

"Holy fuck!  Mmmmm!  Damn kid!  Mmmmm!  Ohhmmmm!"  The man moaned and
became weak at the knees.

Thankfully I was still holding him and managed to keep him from falling
over into the trough urinal.  Jacob looked up at the man with a naughty
grin and continued to suck that horny policeman's dick, until he received
the warm load of cum he kept holstered inside his big hairy balls.

At which point, the man let out a groan of pure pleasure,
"Aaaauuughhhhmmmmm!!!!!!!"

An fed the boy every last drop of jizz from his nuts.  Now I don't know if
this was the first time a young boy had serviced our friendly neighborhood
police officer but I'd like to think it was.  At the very least, I hope it
was the best blowjob he'd been given in a long time; Because we all knew he
deserved that and more in return for what he'd done for us that evening.

I believe Jacob had that in mind, when he finished off said blowjob with a
hug and said a kind thank you on behalf of he and I.  The man was probably
too drunk to remember those final details of his encounter with my Son in
the men's room but Bear and I would remember and planned to remind him
should he ever forget.

Finally, with two fresh loads deposited deep within my Son's belly; The
four of us made our way out of the men's room and out to the patio for some
fresh air.  It was now dark and cool out as we gathered at one of the
tables to have a seat.  Roger's friend sat slumped over in his chair and I
sat beside him to keep him from following out of it.

Meanwhile, Jacob and Bear sat next to each other and listened to the horny
groans and grunts echoing from within the backroom.  The side door to the
backroom hallway had been left often, I assume to let the stank of sex and
sweat out but it also allowed for the sounds of the merciless rape of the
shooter taking place to be heard.

Yeah, you read that correctly.  Kyle's punishment for attacking his fellow
homosexuals was to be raped without mercy or remorse by every man who came
walking through the backdoor that night.  Sounds crazy right?  You're not
really surprised though are you?  Oh, what's that?  You didn't know that
Kyle was a homosexual too?

Well, let me give you a little back story to that for clarity.  Keep in
mind, I didn't know this important last bit of information myself, until
later on when Jacob and I returned home later in the evening; So bare with
me on this.

As it would turn out, my Dad had run into the Kyle just days before.  An it
was during this run-in that Kyle had revealed his hatred for my Dad, for a
one-off sexual encounter they'd have some years ago.  This encounter had
apparently triggered a deep seeded guilt and anger within him, that he had
been struggling to deal with ever since.

He blamed my Dad for taking advantage of him one time, when he was a
teenager and this had caused him serious mental anguish that he never
recovered from.  During their run-in, Kyle finally built up enough nerve to
confront my Dad about what he'd done to him and placed the blame solely
onto him for making him into a closeted homosexual; Too afraid to admit his
deeply held desires to himself or anyone else.

However, my Dad being the stubborn, bullheaded and self-righteous sort of
man he was; He refused to apologize and I think it was that refusal to
accept what he'd done that pushed Kyle over the edge.  It was the very next
day after their run-in with each other, that the threatening phone calls
began of which lead to the attack on Dipsticks.

So one could argue that this had all been the result of something my Dad
had done some years ago.  What a tangled web we weave, am I right?  Knowing
this, was my Dad ultimately responsible?  I don't know that I can answer
that honestly but I will say that each of us have a responsibility to one
another.  As the old saying goes, 'We're each our Brother's keeper'.  The
same goes for our parents, siblings and of offspring alike.  Thus it is my
personal belief, that we all shared a level of responsibility in what
happened.

That's why before the night was over, I made it a point to make sure Kyle
was treated for the injuries he'd suffered in the rape.  Because no matter
what harm someone inflicts upon us, we should never stoop to their level.
We must always rise above the influence of others, live our lives the way
we see fit and love one another regardless of who someone is, where they
come from, who they love or who they see themselves to be on the inside.

After all, only love conquerors hate.

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