Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2023 13:28:42 -0500
From: Dean Soarer <deansbicha@gmail.com>
Subject: Deans Bicha chpt 52a

Chapter 52

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Author's Note: Chapters 52a and 52b are a side story of Robby's adventures
at Randolph's house Saturday night after Jamie's gang-bang.  Jamie will
learn of these events from both Robby and Randolph on different nights
during the week.  Their stories were practically identical.  Hope you
enjoy.

There will be considerable adult-youth scenes in this part of the story.
If you wish to skip 52a and 52b, the storyline will not be affected.  Just
assume Robby had a very, very good time.  Please remember in real life it
is NEVER acceptable for adults to engage with anyone under age.

Saturday afternoon

R&R were to have slept over but didn't, Robby ended up staying at
Randolph's house...

Even though he slept until late morning, by Saturday noon-time Jamie could
barely keep his eyes open.  Dean and Dale headed home and Robby and
Randolph decided not to spend the night either.  Everyone figured Jamie
deserved some much needed rest.  Mr. Pierce offered to give Robby a ride
home.  As the truck was backing out of the driveway, Robby's head dipped
below the dashboard toward Mr. Pierce's lap.  How very interesting.

"Pick up that empty McDonald's cup for me 'cutie-pie', Mr. Pierce told
Robby.  As Robby leaned over he noticed Jamie watching them through the
front windshield.  Robby smiled as he wondered what nasty thoughts Jamie
was having.  Robby hoped to have some fun stories to tell his friend.
Neither would be disappointed.

"Here you go Mr. Pierce," Robby said with more than a little nervousness in
his voice.

"I gotta take me a leak.  Help me boy," Mr. Pierce half ordered, half
suggested to a very eager Robby.  Mr. Pierce fumbled some with his jeans by
unsnapping the top button.  Robby, who was now down on his knees in the
front of the truck cab, turned to get a better angle at opening the pants.
Reaching up with shaking hands, Robby parted the flaps exposing
Mr. Pierce's boxers which were starting to tent up.

"Well, take it out and hold it in the cup," Mr. Pierce instructed.  Robby
worked the enlarged cock thru the boxer slit and held it pointing downward.
Robby's soft hand was barely able to wrap around the thick piece of dark,
uncut meat.  "Now pull back my skin."  Robby, being cut, wasn't used to
skinning back a cock in order to pee but did so under Mr. Pierce's
guidance.  Pointing the almost rigid dick in the paper cup for him,
Mr. Pierce released his hot waste water. "Ah, that feels good."

The large soda cup was only about a third full when the stream died out.
Instinctively, Robby shook the monster cock of its last drops bringing it
to its full length.  Now that it was at full mast, Robby wasn't able to
shake it completely free of the last drops which clung to the tip and
sparkled in the sun light.

"I thinks that's about all the good shaking is going to do.  You need to
'wipe it off' boy," Mr. Pierce advised.  Removing the piss filled cup from
under the enormous black beauty Robby at first looked for sometime to use
to clean up Mr. Pierce's dickhead.  Finding nothing, he did the next best
thing (or THE best thing from Mr. Pierce's perspective) and swiped his
tongue across the piss slit, sucking the last few drops down.  Without
waiting for any further instructions, Robby began slurping on the tip as if
it were a lollipop.  Robby wiggled his tongue inside the slit sending
Mr. Pierce into spasms.  Damn, this boy was anxious.  Randolph looked a bit
uncomfortable watching his friend suck his father's cock.

"Oh Cutie-pie you sure as shit are good, but we need to wait until I'm not
driving.  It would be rather difficult to explain if we got into an
accident with your mouth wrapped around my beast."  With that Mr, Pierce
pulled Robby off his cock.

"Papa, please.  Can we just take Robby home," Randolph pleaded with his
father.

"That's an excellent idea Randy.  Hey Robby, since you was supposed to stay
over Jaime's house, why not see if you can stay at ours instead.  We can
call your parents when we get home?  Does that sound like something you'd
be interested in doing?"

"Yes Sir," Robby enthusiastically answered.

"No, papa.  I don't think that's a good idea.  Darius will take advantage
of him," Randolph attempted to dissuade his father.

"Oh, you worry too much Randy.  Besides, Robby here might just like it.
What do you say Cutie-pie, do you want to come home and be our 'tool' for
the night?"

"YES!," Robby practically shouted.  After all the stories he had heard from
Jamie about being at the Pierce's house, Robby so wanted to be a 'tool' for
the brothers and father Pierce.  He wanted to be the center of attention by
himself.  Randolph groaned.

"Good boy.  Now why don't you empty that cup out."

Robby glanced down at the warm liquid he held in his hand then looked out
the passenger window.  Reaching across Randolph, Robby was just about to
pour the golden nectar out when he jerked his hand back inside the truck.
Still crouching on the floor between the father and son, Robby slowly
brought the paper cup to his lips.  Inhaling, the aroma sent shivers down
his spine.  He had only recently tasted warm piss a few times but was
instantly hooked on its manly flavor.  Less than five seconds later Robby
had swallowed it all.

"You sure done good boy.  You're gonna make an excellent 'tool' for my
boys.  Ain't that right Randy?"

"Please papa, No."

"Oh hush yurself.  Come on back up here Cutie-pie," Mr. Pierce told Robby
as he patted the seat next to himself, indicating for Robby to sit next to
the handsome black man.  Robby quickly scurried in place.  "Hand that there
cup to Randy, maybe he has to go."

"No, I'm fine," Randolph told his father.

"Randolph," Mr. Pierce sternly said.  Accepting the inevitable, Randolph
took the McDonald's cup from Robby.  Pulling his own dick out Randolph
began to fill it beating his father in volume.  When he was done the cup
was two-thirds full.  Between father and son Pierce, Robby the Cutie-pie
would be drinking a total of 16 ounces of black brewed piss.

"Robby, you best clean up Randy.  Don't want him dribbling no pee in his
drawers now do we?" Mr. Pierce asked/instructed.  Needing no more
prompting, Robby dutifully leaned over Randolph's cock and began licking it
clean.  Despite his initial reluctance, Randolph's dick began expanding
under the expert tongue lashing he was receiving from Robby.  Soon enough
Robby was bobbing up and down on the teenage shaft.

"Oh shit," Randolph half whispered while he sat back and enjoyed the
blowjob from his friend even if it was in front of his own father.
Mr. Pierce just chuckled.  All too soon Randolph began thrusting up to
Robby's downward motions.  Randolph was getting close to shooting off.  In
his lust filled state of mind, Randolph grabbed the back of Robby's head
with his left hand (his right was still holding the piss cup) and held
Robby in place while he unloaded his ball juice.  Four, five, six, seven
strong shots filled Robby's sweet, young, white mouth.

Having emptied his balls, Randolph released Robby's head and relaxed in a
post orgasmic bliss.  Guilt quickly hit him and he pushed Robby off almost
spilling his pee in the process.  Unable to zip up his shorts using only
one hand, Randolph handed the pee filled cup to Robby without thinking of
tossing it out the window.  Once dressed he realized exactly what his
father would make Robby do with it.

"Very good job Robby," Mr. Pierce complimented Robby.  "Bet you worked up a
thirst didn't you?"  The implication was there.  With a smile on his face
but without uttering a sound Robby began swallowing Randolph's fluids.

"Chug it.  Faster Cutie-Pie," Mr. Pierce said as he tilted the cup more and
more.  Robby couldn't keep up with the quickness of warm piss filling his
mouth and soon it ran down both sides of his face soaking his t-shirt and
shorts.  Once the cup was empty Robby let out a big burp, causing all three
to laugh.

"Oh, you split some on you.  Best take them wet clothes off," Mr. Pierce
instructed.  Ever the willing 'tool' to follow orders, Robby kicked off his
sneakers and pulled off his jean shorts and t-shirt in record time.  He sat
between Mr. Pierce and Randolph in nothing but his white knee length socks
with gold and blue trim and his not so white tighty-whities which barely
contained his boner.

Picking up the drinking cup, which Robby had tossed on the seat in order to
get undressed, Mr. Pierce tipped it upside down directly over Robby's
briefs, the last half dozen drops or so quickly absorbed into the fabric.
"Looks like them underwears got wet too.  Take 'em off so they can dry."
Once they were on the floor in front of Randolph along with his other
clothes, Mr. Pierce told Robby he probably didn't need to have his socks on
any longer either.

A naked 13 year old white boy and his boner sat between a black father and
son willingly, waiting to be used sexually.  Robby was at full mast sitting
completely naked in the truck as they continued driving down the road.  Not
that he hadn't ever done it before with Jamie, Raymond, and Darin at
K-mart, but this was different.  This was with a grown-up.

Mr. Pierce reached over and fisted Robby's manhood a few times.  Robby
thought his balls were going to explode any second.  That was until
Mr. Pierce, recognizing just how excited Robby was, grabbed his balls and
squeezed tightly.  The instant pain brought Robby back off the edge of
cumming but did little to weaken his throbbing cock.  "Don't you cum boy,"
Mr. Pierce warned.

"I sure can't wait to get you home.  I could eat you alive," Mr. Pierce
said.

"Papa!  Please stop," Randolph begged his father.

"Randy-boy, best get over it.  We gonna use this here 'tool' plenty.  Ain't
that Robby?"

"Yes sir.  Absolutely.  I want to be used as much as Jaime was last night,"
Robby exclaimed.  Of course he didn't want to be used all that many times
but it sounded good.

"Don't know about that.  I don't think you are ready for that by what I
heard from Mr. Soarer this morning.  I do know I'm hungry and not just for
you," Mr. Pierce said as he squeezed Robby's cock once more. "Let's get us
some chicken.

Mr. Pierce turned into the Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) place around the
corner from their house in Eastford.  He hadn't had any intention of bring
Robby to his own house.  He had planned on bringing the Cutie-pie, boy-toy,
'tool' home and along with his sons ravaging Robby's young tender body
numerous times that night.

Robby began to get nervous as they approached the drive thru window.
Automatically covering his genitals from sight, Robby began to sweat.  His
fears increased when Mr. Pierce told him to put his hands by his side and
"leave them there."  Glancing over at his friend Robby was surprised to see
Randolph actually smiling at Robby's predicament.  Whoever was working the
drive thru was going to see him not only naked but hard too.

Mr. Pierce was third in line to the order window.  As they drove up Robby
began to wilt.  Now unlike Jamie who would have been hard as nails in such
an embarrassing situation, Robby got hard when sexually excited, not
humiliated.  Being spotted by some unknown person working the fast food
joint was not something Robby would have chosen for himself.  Hell, it
could be anyone there from a 50 year old women to a cute high school boy.

Robby sighed with relief as they pulled up to place their food selection.
Phew, though embarrassing at least he wouldn't be spotted by some teenage
girl or worse, an old person regardless of being male or female.

A cute hispanic kid probably 16 or 17 years old looked bored taking food
orders.  That was until he spotted a nude Robby.  He broke out into a huge
smile and asked, "Hey Mr. Pierce, Randy. Who you got there?  Sure do like
what he got on."

"Hey Miguel, how are you?" Mr. Pierce asked the kid.  Not waiting for an
answer, Mr. Pierce introduced Robby, sort of, "This here is a fag friend of
Randy's 'tool'.  We're gonna try him out tonight."

"Wow, that's so cool," Miguel replied with a glint in his eyes.

"What time you off?  Stop by.  He sucks really good," Mr. Pierce informed
Miguel.

"Hell yeah.  I get off at 5:00.  I can come right after that," the kid
could hardly contain his excitement.

"I sure hope you CUM, that's the point after all."  Mr. Pierce laughed.
Randolph groaned.

Mr. Pierce placed an order, enough food for an army Robby thought, then
proceeded to drive forward to the pick-up window.  Robby was taken by
surprised when an 18 year old black girl told Mr. Pierce the total owed
then looked up.  Her eyes bugged out and her jaw dropped open.  Robby
instinctively began to cover himself until Mr. Pierce held his left arm
preventing it.  Robby quickly dropped both arms to his sides and curled his
toes and closed his fists as if that were going to make the situation any
better.  He even clenched his butt cheeks, though only he knew that.

"Ooh. Hello Mr. Pierce.  Hi-ya Randy, is that there your new 'tool' I heard
'bout?"

Clearing his throat, Randolph told her, "No.  It's a friend of his."

Mr. Pierce interjected, "Figured Dari could try him out for the night.  Boy
needs to let off some steam."

"Looks like a nice one.  My brother sure could use one hisself.  Mama says
if he don't find one soon, she's gonna have to get him 'fixed' like the dog
cause he's so wild.  Says he's too young for a youngin'.  Course she's just
saying that, but he sure does need some release and soon."

"How old's your brother now Tiffani?" Mr. Pierce asked.

"Tyrone just turned 14.  He in Randolph's class."

"Well, when we get home I'll have Randolph call and invite him over.

Just then the manager came over to tell Mr. Pierce he would need to pull
over and wait for his large order.  Someone would bring it out to the car
when it was ready.  "Hey, Franklin, how are you?  Sorry, your order is
going to take a bit.  Pull into a parking spot and I'll have someone run it
out to you when it's ready."

"Good afternoon Marcus, no problem," Mr. Pierce answered.

Before Mr. Pierce could pull out of the drive thru, the manager, Marcus,
spotted young Robby sitting naked and boned.  The manager could have eaten
Robby up.  "My oh my, what in the world have you got there?" He leered
while taking in the sights of soft, white flesh.  Not wanting the drive
thru line to get backed up with customers, Marcus told Mr. Pierce he would
personally bring the food out to the truck.

While they waited for their food, Robby asked Mr. Pierce, "Are you going to
show me off to the whole town?"

Laughing, Mr. Pierce replied, "No Cutie-Pie, just some people that might be
interested in getting to know you better.  Is that ok?"

"Papa, please, can we just get our food and go home?" Randolph begged his
father.

"Boy, you be still.  Robby here looks like he wants a little adventure.
Ain't that right?" Mr. Pierce asked with a broad smile on his face.

"Yes, sir.  That's fine."  Turning to Randolph he continued, "Really,
Randolph.  It's alright."  Looking back at Mr. Pierce he said, "I'll do
whatever you want!"

Stroking Robby's dick a few more times to keep him on the edge of cumming
and thus horny, Mr. Pierce said, "Good Boy."

Just then the manager, followed by a college age shaggy haired boy with the
drinks, walked up to the truck delivering two buckets of chicken and plenty
of sides to go with them.  "So Franklin," he said to Mr. Pierce, "what's
the deal with this one?"

"This here is a "tool" I'm bringing home to try out.  When you getting off?
Stop by the house and try him out." Mr. Pierce offered.

"Wish I could but me and the Mrs. got plans."  Turning to take the drinks
from the college aged worker, Marcus continued, "This here is my 'tool' who
is working the 'hole' later this afternoon during the slow hours.  Maybe
your's could join him?  Say around 3:00-5:00 before the dinner crowd starts
coming in."

"Sounds like fun.  He's fairly new so it would be very educational."

"PAPA!  NO!" Randolph shouted.

Robby looked confused because he was.  "Work the hole?"  What in the world
did that mean?  And why was Randolph so against it?"  He never had the
opportunity to question Mr. Pierce who leaned across Robby and whispered to
Randolph, "You can work it too boy.  You want everyone round here to know
'bout you?  You just be quiet."

"Yes Papa," Randolph softly mumbled.

"That will be just fine.  We'll be back after we eat and have a bit of play
time ourselves," Mr. Pierce informed the manager and worker.  He drove off
smiling with one boy wondering, the other nervous.

Dari and Eze were both home when the trio walked in the back door.  Dari
was shocked to learn about Robby when Mr. Pierce explained the situation.
He had to put his hormones in check until after they had had lunch.  Darius
swallowed his food whole he was so excited.

"So, you a 'queer fag' like Bicha?  Why didn't you tell us last night?  We
could have had two homos to plug," Darius laughed with a mouthful of
biscuits and gravy.

Mr. Pierce explained, "Listen Dari, Robby is gonna take care of us while
he's here.  But after that, you treat him like Randy.  It's his business
who he tells and what he does.  Don't you be saying shit about him to
nobody.  You got that?" By the harshness of Mr. Pierce's voice, Darius knew
better than to cross his father.

"Yes, papa," Darius meekly replied.

"See that you don't boy.  Otherwise you'll not only be feeling my strap,
I'll have you working one of the holes at the high school.  Do I make
myself clear?!"

Again, Robby didn't know what 'the hole' was or what working it meant, but
from the expression on Dari's face it was NOT something Darius would
willingly do.

With that issue settled and lunch now completed the four Pierce men/boys
had some time to relax.  Robby did not.  For the next hour he sucked and
sucked and sucked and sucked four big black cocks.  To him it was the best
dessert ever.  Each load was tasty in its own right, with Mr. Pierce's
being the sweetest.

Hesitant at first, even Randolph got into it when he saw the happiness on
Robby's face as Darius began assaulting Robby's throat and mouth.  Eze was
next and made Robby gag several times on his monstrously large cock.
Randolph was gentle in comparison to his brothers, yet still managed to
pound Robby for 12 minuets before releasing his load.  Mr. Pierce went last
and slow fucked Robby's mouth before picking up the pace.

Unlike his sons, who all came directly in Robby's mouth and or throat,
Mr. Pierce wanted to 'mark' the family 'tool' and sprayed most of his load
across Robby's face.  The biggest, first three blasts landed on Robby's
tongue and open mouth.  The following 6 or 7 shots covered Robby's facial
features.  Mr. Pierce had Dari take several Polaroid pictures with the tip
of Mr. Pierce's slime covered cock resting on Robby's bottom lip.  One, of
course, would later be given to Mr. Soarer for publication.

Robby asked what 'working the hole' was.  Mr. Pierce explained over the
laughter from Eze and Darius.  Randolph was still concerned for Robby.  Not
safety wise, as he knew his father wouldn't let anything bad happen to
Robby, but how Robby would handle the duties.

"The hole is a 'Glory Hole'.  You'll go into the men's room stall and sit.
If you slide the paper holder over you'll see a hole in the partition.
Wait for guys to come in.  They will stick their dicks through it and you
suck them off.  You won't know who you are blowing and they won't know
you."

Mr. Pierce didn't have to ask Robby for his opinion.  It was as plain as
day Robby "loved" the concept.  He sat in the kitchen listening and licking
his lips in anticipation.  Wow, who would have ever thought such a thing
was possible?  What a genius idea.  Robby couldn't wait.  His eagerness was
tempered some when Mr. Pierce told him he was going to be naked.  He would
walk in naked, suck everyone naked, and walk out naked.  Whoa!  In a public
place too!

"Boys, it's almost time to go.  Best clean up lunch, and be sure to put the
leftovers in the fridge.  Eze, hand me that fruit juice," Mr. Pierce
instructed the boys.  "Anyone want some more juice," he offered.  The fried
chicken had made them all thirsty and everyone held out their glass to be
filled.

Darius got a sparkle in his eye and shouted out to Robby, "Wait.  I got
something right here for you to drink."  Grabbing his own junk he shook it
more than suggestively.  "Lie down on the floor and open your mouth."

Randolph protested but his father said it was only fair that Dari and Eze
have a turn using Robby as a urinal.  Robby was a bit shocked by the
language, then became intrigued.  He would happily be a urinal for the
Pierce family as he was developing a liking for strong, manly piss.

"Don't be washing my markings off his face Dari," Mr. Pierce ordered.  "I
want him to be advertising his services when he walks in."

Now Dari simply could have had Robby drink directly from the tap, but he
wanted something a tad more humiliating.  Thinking for a moment he
exclaimed, "I have just the thing.  Wait here."

Darius ran downstairs to grab something from his father's home brewing
station.  It seems Mr. Pierce liked to make a bit of old fashioned
moonshine in his basement.  Flying back into the kitchen Darius held up a
large funnel.  Instructing Robby to lie down on the floor again, Darius
inserted the small tube end into Robby's mouth.  With an evil grin, Darius
stood over the new 'tool' and released his bladder, the contents of which
landed directly in the funnel's wide end.  Robby had two choices, allow it
to fill up and spill over the sides covering his face, or swallow.  Our new
piss pig swallowed in delight.

"Awesome, baby bro," Eze exclaimed.

"Very good son," Mr. Pierce complimented his youngest.

Randolph remained quiet.  He didn't like seeing his friend abused by his
family.  However, if Robby's throbbing hard dick was any indication, the
new 'tool' was excited to be the family urinal.  Eze wanted a turn as soon
as Dari stepped aside.  Robby gulped quickly but Eze's stream was much
faster and larger.  Eze actually cut off his flow to allow the pee to be
consumed.

With his thrist quenched and with his face still covered in a fresh load of
cum, Robby was ready to go to work.  Running to the truck was a bit
frightening but he made it.  The Pierce family (all but Eze who was heading
to his own job) piled in and took off for KFC.

Randolph was still concerned for Robby's safety.  Mr. Pierce assured his
middle son that all the arraignments had been made.  Dari would be in the
mensroom by the sinks just in case there was a problem.  Mr. Pierce and
Randolph would be in the first booth just outside the door.  Lastly, what
the boys didn't know was that not only was the manager in on the plan but
so was his brother who was a cop.  Between all of them Robby was in no
danger at all.

At the KFC, Mr. Pierce pulled into the practically empty parking lot.  It
was the slowest part of part afternoon, just before 3:00PM.  The dinner
crowd wouldn't start coming in until around 5:00.  That meant Robby would
be free to suck for 2 hours.  "Hop out and see who is inside, Dari,"
Mr. Pierce instructed.

As they waited, Randolph made one more plea to spare his friend, "Papa, I
don't think this is a good idea.  Robby might get caught, then he'd be in
really trouble."

"Marcus and me got it all worked out son.  Don't you worry none.  I'm not
gonna let anything happen to this Cute-pie that's for sure.  Besides, you
don't want to disappoint your friend do you?"  Looking at Robby, Mr. Pierce
asked once again, "You want to do this Cutie-Pie?  You don't have to.  But
I know you'll have a lot of fun.  Don't worry none, nobody's gonna corn
hole you.  Not now anyway.  Tonight when we get you home is another story."
To emphasize his point, as if it were needed, Mr. Pierce grabbed his own
junk and squeezed it.  His huge beast clearly outlined in his jeans.

Shaking his head in the affirmative, Robby squeaked out, "Yes sir.  I'll
suck whoever puts their dick through the hole.  It'll be fun not knowing
whose it is."  Looking back at Randolph he clarified, "Really, it will be.
I'll be ok."

"Ok, if you really, really are sure," Randolph said.

"Yup, I am."

Just then Dari came back, "Papa, there is only two guys in there.  They're
on the far side in a booth.  If we go in the side door, the restroom is
right there so he won't be seen.  The manager saw me and asked if we was
bringing round the 'tool'.  I told him yes and he said them two guys were
waiting.  Robby gonna suck them off?"  Dari was so excited it was difficult
for him to slow down his speech but everyone understood him nonetheless.

Mr. Pierce nodded then issued the following commands, "Randy, you go in the
side door and sit at the table next to the bathrooms."  Randolph hopped out
and headed inside.  "Dari, get in."

Randolph was a bit confused as he watched his father drive away, only to be
more nervous when Mr. Pierce parked in the very front of the KFC.
Randolph's eyes bugged out as he watched Dari then Robby climb out of the
truck cab and walk in the front door.  Holy Shit!  Running inside, Randolph
took up position as he was instructed.  He could see the two men, who
looked like construction workers, sit up and take notice of a very
"innocent" 13 year old, completely naked, white boy (except his sneaks and
the cum drying on his face) walking towards the restrooms.  The manager
smiled and nodded as the two went inside the mensroom.  Behind the service
counter stood 4 employees (Miguel, Tiffani, shaggy-haired tool, and an over
weight middle aged white guy who was the cook) all watching wide eyed.

Mr. Pierce came in moments later and sat next to Randolph looking out
toward the rest of the tables.  Marcus brought them each something to drink
and quietly said, "The first two are ready to go.  Here."  Sliding two ten
dollar bills across the table, Mr. Pierce stuffed them in his pocket.
Fuck! Randolph thought, he's pimping out my friend.

Inside the mensroom, Dari showed Robby what to do.  "Go in the stall.  Sit
on the can and wait.  Slide the paper holder over.  I'll be at the sinks
just in case I need to get papa.  You suck them and make sure you swallow
their loads.  Nothing worse than having a whore spit.  Got it?"

"Yeah, sure," Robby replied, maybe a bit more nervously than when he was
back at the Pierce's house.  This was now REAL.

"Looks like you just as excited as Bicha," Dari pointed out.  Sure enough,
Robby was rock hard.  Guess he did get a thrill out of being exposed too.
Though it was more from the sexual excitement of the situation.

Latching the stall door closed, Robby sat and waited, though not for long.
Who would be the first?  Even though "Glory Holes" are supposed to be
"anonymous' not only had Robby seen the first two guys he'd be blowing, but
they had seen him.  He wasn't too happy with that fact, but it was too late
to worry about it now.

Suddenly the door banged open, It made both Robby and Dari jump.  Moments
later an average sized, but fat, cut black dick appeared through the hole.
Robby didn't know which of the two construction workers it was, not that it
mattered.  He sat the mesmerized by it.  After 15-20 seconds, the owner was
getting impatient and wiggled his hips.  "Come on kid, start sucking."

Shaking the cob webs out of his head, Robby leaned over and engulfed the
fat tip.  Robby thought, 'OMG, I'm really doing it!  I'm working a glory
hole sucking some guys cock and I have no idea who he is.
Un-fucking-believable.'  The construction worker must have been extremely
horny because he only lasted maybe 5-6 minutes before he began slamming his
bone faster and faster through the hole in the partition.  Thirty seconds
later Robby was swallowing a huge supply of black baby makers.  They slid
down his throat easily.  Robby knew he was hooked and would be working
holes many more times.

The guy pulled out and before he could pull his cock back Robby grasped it
in his hand.  Leaning forward he licked the last few drops from the tip as
he milked them out.  "Sweet," was the workers response.  "Thanks kid.  I
sure needed that."  Opening his own stall door he began to exit.  Robby
peeked through the gap between the door and wall and was able to see the
guy leave.  Even though this was supposed to be anonymous, Robby knew he
would spy on every guy he sucked.

Not one minute later, the second construction worker strolled in.  Robby
saw he was taller and bigger than the first guy.  He must have been 280-300
pounds, mostly muscle.  Compared to Robby's skinny white body, the two
would have looked ridiculous together.  This guy would have squished Robby
if they had ever tried to have real sex.  Guess that was the beauty of
glory holes, just random blowjobs.

For being such a big guy, surprisingly his cock wasn't.  Robby guesstimated
him to be just under 5 inches, and not that fat around either.  It was a
nice easy doable mouthful.  Eight minutes later and Robby had consumed his
second load.

"How's it going in there?" Dari asked once the second construction worker
had left.

"Good.  They didn't last too long and neither was that big.  Are there any
more?"

Before Dari got a chance to answer, the door banged open and the third
'customer' walked in.  Dari scooted back over to his spot by the sinks.
The 50 something year old white guy headed for the open stall.  Robby
debated not looking to see who it was, a part of him wanted to enjoy the
mystery, another part wanting to put a face to the dick.  The latter won
out and he took a quick look.

His eyes bugging out, Robby was unable to keep quiet, "Coach Leonard?!"

The man stopped dead I his tracks.  He had been spotted and worse
recognized.  "Who the fuck is in there?" He demanded.  "Open this door."

"He's suppose to keep it closed," Darius meekly said.

"Well, he knows who I am, so I get to know who he is.  Now open this door,"
the man said firmly, actually pounding his fist on the stall door.

Robby was scared.  If he opened the door then this man would know he sucked
dick and what he was.  Sure, Robby could call out to Dari to get
Mr. Pierce.  His secret would be safe.  Though, if he opened the door, he
might be able to use this to his own advantage some day.  Silence filled
the air for 15 seconds until Robby slid the bolt open and stepped out of
the stall.  His dick had gone down some, though it didn't matter when you
are naked about to give a blowjob in the mensroom.

"Well, well, well.  Look who we have working here.  Young Robby Wilson."

"Who's this Robby?" Darius asked.

"It's my wrestling coach from school," Robby answered.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note: I think this is a good place to stop.  What will the coach
do?

I have a deadline approaching for my other story on another site so I must
get to it.  I shouldn't have started a second story.  (If you wish the
link, e-mail me.) And certainly not a third (Dare Devil Dylan on Nifty)
which I want to post to soon.

Hope you don't mind a bit of a change of pace with this chapter.  Since
Jamie isn't in it, it is told in the third person which allows for a tad
more description too.  Chapter 52b will be the continuation of Robby's
adventures with Randolph's family.

Then I'll be back to Jamie's working off his punishment at the Mann farm.
That should be very interesting.  He will be running around the
neighborhood naked a lot.

As always, please continue to send in suggestions/ideas.  Write me at
DeansBicha@gmail.com