Date: Thu, 8 May 2008 09:17:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: buttupboi2
Subject: Making Up For Lost Time - Part 4: Shopping

  Warning/disclaimer

  This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
anatomy and potential sexual acts of boy's discovering his own body and
discovering his sexuality.  It contains fantasy graphic scenes of sex
between an under age boy and adult males... The Author does not condone or
advocate pedophilia. This story contains no truth, no partial truth, and no
half truths, only fantasy... If this type of content offends you or you are
under the age of 18 do not read it. If such content is illegal where you
live, or you are under 18 years of age, please leave now and read no
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We got into my dad's truck and he put it into reverse. As he lit up the
half smoked cigar from the ashtray, he said "Son, we'll stop for some
breakfast at the Mall". I noticed that my penis oozed a little bit,
watching him puff on his cigar.

   The host showed us to a table in the middle of the restaurant. Daddy
said "We want to sit a booth. I want to sit next to my Boi!" He grabbed me
on the seat of my pants to direct me to follow the host. I felt both
embarrassed and loved. "Scoot in there, Son!" The waiter came over and
asked what I wanted to eat. I spoke "I want" - dad interrupted "He'll have
the '2 egg special' sunny side up!" he leaned in and whispered in my ear so
the waiter could hear, "Daddy will always decide what you are to eat, Son."

   I started to protest, "Daddy I know what I like". He said in a louder
voice "Son, Do You Want Me To Spank You, and Right Here? Right Now?" "No
Daddy" I murmured under the blush redd of my face. I looked down at the
table and stretched my eyes to see who had heard us... Then Daddy patted my
back "Good Boi!!" His Hand slid down my back, down further, and into the
back of my pants. My eyes bugged out... Wriggling into my underpants, I
gasped! His fingers were opening up my buttcrack and playing with my boi
hole. I just about died! I was sure that someone at the next table could
see where my dad's hand was. The Vaseline was still slippery. His middle
finger easily slid up inside up my butthole, as deep as he could fit it.

  I was trying not to grunt or make any sound with my voice as his finger
was moving around inside of me. I was sure that my face was a dead give
away... I was startled back to reality when the waiter plopped the plates
on the table. He looked at me, kind of funny, as he asked if we needed
anything else. "Go on, Son, answer the nice waiter!" I stammered to find a
words in my crackling voice "I..., I..., No, we are fine here" Dad jammed
his finger up further and said "'Sir', say it boi, say it the right way to
the nice man!" I adjusted on my seat impaled on my dad's finger, knowing
that surely the waiter could see my dad's hand in my pants "uh, No...Sir we
are fine, now, Nothing more for us, Sir". Dad said "Gooed Boi! Son, Gooed
Boi!" The waiter smiled a superior smile winked at me, then walked away.
Dad leaned in again and whispered, "I can feel more 'boi poop' than I felt
in here this morning. We'll have to go to the bois' room before we do our
shopping, and make sure you make a B.M. We don't want any surprises, do
we?" I shuddered, thinking about what he had in mind.

  My dad kept his finger up my butthole the entire time we were eating
saying "That's a Gooed Boi, Now Eat Up!" After he paid the waiter, he
pulled his finger out of my hole and sniffed it as he covered it in his
napkin. "O.K. Son, lets walk to the bois'room. He guided me into the stall,
and told me to undo my pants. He sat me down on the toilet and told me to
scoot forward. "No, that's not going to work, Son. Now take off your
pants!" I started to whine "Dadddieieee?!?!" "Son!" as he was getting out
the end to his sentence someone walked into the restroom and unzipped at
the urinal. "Son, you know I won't hesitate to pull down your pants myself
and put you over my knee to spank you good 'n hard, now Don't make me do
that! It is crowded in here. ...Good thing it is a handicap stall. Now Do
as I Say!" Spank!

  I heard a snicker from outside the stall. It was the host from the
restaurant peeking through the crack. I just lowered my head and pulled off
my pants. Then my dad told me to face the wall and sit on the toilet. I did
what I was told to do, trying to see if the man was still looking in. My
dad squatted beside me. He spit on his fingers then slid a finger up my
butthole, then another and moved them around and in & out... Then in went a
3rd finger, I was grunting and snorting and trying not to tighten up my
butt muscles. I started to drool and soon I couldn't resist the
stimulation. I started using my muscles to push the poop out. My dad kept
pushing his fingers up there until the poop and his fingers all came out in
one movement. I heard a clapping outside the stall. I nervously turned my
head around to see an eye peering through the crack. "Don't you worry about
anybody else but you and me , son! ... This is all part of being a boi!".

  "All finished?" Dad told me to bend over "farther, Son!" He wiped my
bottom thoroughly. I heard the Urinal flush, the running sink water, and
the door slam as I was trying to get dressed again. Dad was wiping his
hands clean. Then we washed & dried our hands. Completely 'Redd Faced', I
tried not to notice the stares and 'ear to ear' grins being thrown my way
from the waiter and host. as we left the restaurant.

  As we entered the department store, my dad pulled me into the 'young
Boys' dept. I said that I wouldn't fit into those clothes. Daddy smiled and
said that I would be surprised! The clerks were looking at me weird as my
daddy was holding up clothes to me. He grabbed the largest size of
everything he liked, never asking me what I liked, except to find out what
my favorite color was... As he was grabbing a pkg. of totally white briefs
I whined to him "Daddieiee can't I get some colored boxers?" "Oh No, Son!
never 'boxers' for a young boi, Never! only white 'boi briefs' for my lil
boi! ...that way we can tell when you are dirty - when you need to poop!
And we can see if there are any lil boi peepee stains"...

  He pointed me to the changing room. The clerk followed, looked at me and
said "These are all too small for this boi, sir". Dad started patting my
butt saying, "Oh! Nonsense! They will fit just fine, and if they don't well
we will make them fit! Won't we Son? ...Don't worry! ...we won't be making
any returns!" The clerk came into the dressing room. There wasn't enough
room for all 3 of us, so the door was left wide open, other shoppers
getting an eye full of me half dressed or all naked. My dad had me try a
pair of underwear briefs. They were obviously too small, almost cutting off
circulation to my legs, so my dad stretched by pulling them apart with his
big hands, while they were dangling around my ankles. The clerk watched my
lil boi peter rising to the cause. He helped by lifting up the underwear,
negotiating my hard on and giving it a little squeeze. "See? Fits just
fine!" my dad exclaimed. The clerk just smirked... The shirts were too
short, not even covering my

 belly button, "Perfect!" declared my daddy. I tried on several pairs of
shorts with the clerk helping me again. I had to hold his shoulder. His
face was right in my crotch. I could see him salivating... The shorts were
really 'short', accentuating my penis and butt.  "Turn around, Son! Let's
see what you got!" The clerk got an eye full and told my dad that he had
impeccable taste! He then gave my dad his card, saying that if he ever
needed any tailoring, or if my dad ever needed a babysitter... that he was
the man! "Good! said Daddy, I am sure both needs will come up. Say, do you
want to join our Saturday night poker game? It is at my house tonight!"
"Sure! said the clerk. I'll be over for sure!"  ...I was beginning to
wonder if this whole 'living with daddy' thing was such a good idea?...

  "Perfect! He will wear this outfit out of the store and for the rest of
the day!" my dad said grabbing all the rest of the new clothes. "And you
can throw away those old clothes!" The clerk snatched up my old underwear,
still salivating - the ones that fit. He stuffed them into his back
pocket. We walked up to the counter to pay, the clerk rang up the clothes,
smirking, and studying my now permanent blush redd boi face. "See you both
later tonight!" We left the mall and got back into Dad's truck. "Next the
grocery store, then one more surprise stop!"

  To be continued... let me know what you think!