Date: Sun, 7 Sep 2014 19:47:07 -0700
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dipsticks Part Three M/b Incest

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Chapter Three: "The Dangers Of Shaved Pissers"



I pulled off the interstate in a hurry and raced down the road toward
Dipsticks.  I was running late after stopping off at the store to buy a
present for Jacob.  I'd spent the day feeling really guilty about the night
before and thought that he deserved a little something for enduring
whatever I had done to him that night.



I wasn't even sure what all had happened.  All I knew was, I had came home
late after being gone nearly a full day and night.  When I finally did get
back home, I crawled up into Jacob's Playhouse, woke him and his Uncle up
and fucked the living shit out of them both.  At least, I was pretty sure
that's what had happened.



That night was still a bit of a blur to me but I distinctly remembered
there being some double-fucking and something involving a big dildo.  When
I eventually awoke in the afternoon, Jacob and James were both already gone
but I could see there were some blood stains on the sheets and I assumed
they had been from whatever I'd done to them that night.



Once I saw that, I felt really bad.  Partially because I thought I might
have really hurt my little boy and also because I had been so fucked up,
that I couldn't control myself or my actions.  Which was something I'd
promised my Dad and James, would never happen again.  An yet, somehow I had
managed to let it happen that night.  At this point, I couldn't even tell
myself I wouldn't let it happen again.  Because the worst part of it all
was, I couldn't remember what I had been under the influence of.



However, I knew the reason I hadn't been home before that night was because
I had been spending way too much time at work.  Not actually working but
rather watching a few activities, which I also couldn't completely
remember.  As I hurried to get back to work, I hoped that maybe someone
there could fill in the blanks in my memory for me.



When I pulled into the parking lot, I could tell it was going to be a very
busy Friday evening.  There were a number of cars already parked out front
and it was only a little after 5pm.  I knew I was running late but I wasn't
expecting there to be any customers when I got there.  It was unusual for
us to have any customers before 6pm, much less several of them.



I was surprised to see that people were out on the patio smoking and
relaxing to the music as I turned off the engine of my truck and got out.
Before closing the drivers side door, I picked up the box that had Jacob's
present in it and set it down on the floorboard, next to my revolver.  Then
I covered them with an old jacket, that I often carried around with me.



As much as I liked the quiet section of road that Dipsticks was located on,
I knew at night, the homeless ran rampant.  We were so close to the
interstate, that at night they would wander the road in front of the bar
and I didn't trust them.  I'd already caught a few of the homeless boys
peeking in my windows and despite Roger's jokes about them probably looking
for a secluded place to suck dick.  I would still have rathered they'd
stayed out of my truck.



Dipsticks was a dirty, grungy, scary place at night and as much as I loved
that about it, I wasn't stupid enough to leave myself vulnerable to thieves
or hoodlums.  So, I locked my doors and headed inside, through the gate to
the patio.  As I pushed the metal gate open and stepped through, the men
sitting around the tables on the patio waved to me.



They were your normal roughneck, scruffy, biker looking kind of guys.
However, strangely there weren't any motorcycles parked out front, just
trucks, SUV's and one semi-truck.  Nevertheless, they greeted me with
friendly waves and I kindly waved back.  Then I walked through the patio
and pulled open the side door to the main bar room and stepped inside.



Even though it appeared busy from the outside, inside it was relatively
quiet.  I looked around and saw Roger standing in the middle of the room
beside the billiards table with a cue stick in his hands.  Across from him
at the other end of the table was another man.  He looked very familiar to
me and I tried not to stare at him too long, while I tried to remember who
he might be.  They were both wearing blue jeans and long sleeve shirts as
the weather this particular Friday was on the cooler side.  I myself had on
my black jeans and a long sleeve plaid shirt.



Of course, despite the cooler weather, there was one of us who was wearing
next to nothing.  Naturally that was Nathan, the bars go-go boy.  He was
standing on top of the counter, in a mesh thong with fishnet stockings on
for some ungodly reason.  Personally, I found the outfit to be hideous.
Though the thong was a nice new touch for him and they matched the color of
his blue/black hair, the fishnets just looked dreadful.



As I stood there analyzing the 14yo's choice of clothing, I suddenly caught
myself having a flamboyant feminine dialogue going on in my head and I
couldn't help but laugh at myself.  Nathan noticed me smiling, while I
laughed under my breath and I think he must have thought I was admiring him
or something.



Because he looked up from his cellphone, which he had in his hand and
smiled at me as he shook his hips in my direction.  I wasn't about to tell
him the real reason I was smiling and laughing, so I walked behind the
counter and patted him on his skinny little ass.



"Shake it boy, shake it."  I said playfully as I felt his skinny, bony
little ass.



It was then, that I noticed he had a bit more peach fuzz on his ass cheeks
than I had previously taken note of.  He continued to shake his ass at me
for a moment and then sat down on the edge of the counter facing me.



"You're late dude.  Roger's been wondering where you were."  Nathan said as
he set his phone down next to him on the counter.



"Seriously?  I called you and told you to tell him I'd be late, Nate."  I
replied with a slightly angered tone of voice.



"That's what I was suppose to do..."  He said with a forgetful look on his
face.



I rolled my eyes and prepared to cuss him out but before I could, he
cracked a smile.



"Ha!  I'm just fucking with you dude.  I told him like an hour ago."  He
said smiling.



I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Don't mess with me like that, you
little shit."



"Or what?"  He asked playfully.



I reached my hand between his spread legs and brushed it against the crotch
of his thong as I replied, "Or else I won't repay you the way we
discussed."



"Oh snap!"  He said as he gave me a big smile.



Just then, Roger came walking over to us and set two empty beer glasses
down on the counter.  I looked passed him at the man behind him, waiting
beside the billiards table.  He looked so familiar but I still couldn't
place his face.  However, he was staring right at me, presumably trying to
piece together who I was.  I didn't want to make eye contact with him for
too long, so I turned my attention back to Roger.



"Glad to see you finally made it.  Hope you bought your boy something
sexy."  Roger said.



"Nah, it's nothing like that.  An it definitely ain't as sexy as what your
boy has on."  I said trying hard not to laugh out loud.



Nathan smiled at me again and blushed.  Roger looked at the kid and rolled
his eyes.



"Sexy, yeah, that's what it is."  Roger said as he shook his head, "The
shit queers will wear now days.  They haven't any shame, that's for damn
sure."



Nathan lowered his head in shame and avoided looking back at Roger.  I
could tell he had just had his feelings hurt.  Even though I felt pretty
much the same way Roger did about the kid's outfit, I couldn't stand to see
him feeling ashamed like that.



I patted Nathan on his leg and said, "I think it's a preview outfit.  You
know, he wants to give us a sneak peek of what we'll hopefully get to see
uninhibited later tonight."



"Eh, whatever you say, Mark.  I just hope he shaves that ass before long."
Roger said.



"What's the matter, Roger?  You afraid to take a razor to that skinny ass?
Haha!"  I asked laughing.



Nathan's eyes grew wide and he looked back at Roger and said, "He ain't
getting anywhere near my pretty cheeks with a straight edge.  He's
dangerous as hell with metal objects near my a-hole!"



"An you got the scars to prove it, now ain'tcha?"  Roger said with a smirk.



Nathan looked back at me and gave me a look that said 'he tears my ass up'.
Which we all knew was true.  I'd seen both the scars and the tool Roger did
it with and I could understand the kid's apprehension about having Roger
anywhere near his hole with a razor.



However, I could also see the need for Nathan to shave his little ass.  If
it was going to be a busy night, I figured him having smooth cheeks might
help him make a few extra dollars.



I looked at Roger and said, "Well, I've got a steady hand if you've got a
razor.  I'll shave that ass bald like a 5yo."



Roger smiled and replied, "I've got one on my desk in the office."



I looked at Nathan and said, "If you trust me, run and grab it real quick
like and I'll do it before it gets too busy."



Nathan nodded his head and hopped down from the counter.



He made his way out the side door as Roger said, "Careful you don't nick
them cheeks, cause I ain't got no first aid kit handy."



"I'll be extra careful."  I said as I picked up the two empty glasses from
the counter and prepared to wash them in the sink under the counter.



"Hey!  Hold up, don't bother wash'n 'em, just pour two fresh ones for me
and my buddy Jeff over there."  Roger said as he motioned toward the man
standing beside the billiards table, waiting for him to return.



It was then, that the name suddenly rang a bell and I remembered who the
man was.  His name was Jeff and he was a trucker.  Presumably, it was his
semi-truck that was parked out front.  He looked good for a man in his 50's
but he also looked a little different since I'd last seen him.  His white
beard had grown in a bit thicker and he'd always had a scruffiness about
him.  He was wearing his favorite old cowboy hat, which should have been my
first clue as to who he was.



It had been awhile since I'd seen him and I was surprised when he didn't
come over and say hello to me.  However, I figured he probably didn't
recognize me or maybe didn't care too much for me after what I'd done the
last time I saw him.  It was during a rough patch in my life, that we'd
come across each other.  Our mutual friend Jane, had introduced us one
night, while I was hard up for money to buy the drugs she was peddling.



Being the kind man he was, he offered me a chance to travel around with him
on his cross country trips.  Of course, Jane made it sound like he simply
wanted a buddy to keep him company.  In reality, he wanted a fuck buddy for
those long trips and layovers.  He wasn't afraid to pay for it either.  He
was more than generous with his cash and being the addict that I was at the
time, I sucked him off a good as much as he wanted.



Even though he wasn't a bad guy, he still knew I was only there to buy
myself a one way ticket to crack town.  The more he flashed those bills at
me, the more willing I became to give him whatever he asked for in return.
With the small exception of my own hairy asshole, which I wouldn't let him
or any other man near.  Well, aside from my Brother.



Unfortunately, he really wanted to lay his pierced dick to me and the only
way I could think to get out of it, was to toss someone else in front of
that bullet.  I ended up making him an offer, no Father should ever make.
I told him I'd let him fuck my own Son.  I didn't even have to tell him how
old the boy was, Jeff jumped at the chance in a heartbeat.



The next thing I knew, I'd talked James into bringing Jacob up to a rest
area off the interstate and once the money exchanged hands; I hauled ass,
leaving my 9yo little boy with a trucker for a one night stand.  The rest
of that night is still a blur, much like last night.  The only difference
being, I was determined to get some answers about what happened last night.



I finished pouring Roger and Jeff's beers and set the glasses on the
counter.  Then Roger carried them over to the billiards table, while I
waited for Nathan to come back with the razor.  As I waited, I stepped
outside, through the side door to ask the other customers if they needed
anything.



They all said they were good for the time being, so I picked up a few empty
glasses and brought them inside.  As I returned to the counter to wash the
glasses, the side door opened again and Nathan came in.  He motioned to me
and headed into the restroom.  I grabbed a clean rag from under the counter
and followed him.



We walked to the far end of the restroom and he handed me a straight razor
and said, "You promise to be careful?  You ain't gonna cut me right?"



"Now why would I wanna go and do a thing like that..."  I said slowly as I
stared at the razor in my hand.



He watched and his eyes widened nervously.



"Oh come on.  I'm serious dude.  I'm trusting you with my best asset."  He
said.



I smiled and said, "Turn around and bend over.  An whatever you do, keep
still."



He bent over, placed his hands on the sink along the back wall and I knelt
down behind him.  His ass was really a pretty sight to behold up close.
Even though it was skinnier than I preferred, I did like how pale white it
was and its firmness.  I knew he considered it his money maker and for that
reason above all else, I knew I needed to take extra care in shaving it.



As I examined his little cheeks, I thought it would be funny to freak him
out by gasping in surprise.



"Ah!  Oh shit!"  I said surprised.



"What!?"  He asked in a panic as he looked back at me in the mirror.



"I think I broke your ass.  Oh wait, never mind..."  I said as I smiled up
at him, "It's always had that crack in it."



"Oh for fucks sake dude!  Stop it..."  He said as he breathed a sigh of
relief.



I laughed and gently took hold of the waistband of his thong as I pulled it
down.  Then I turned on the sink, wet the razor and squirted some soap into
my hand.  I lathered his cheeks and gently pressed the the sharp blade to
his skin.  He kept himself perfectly still as I proceeded to shave his
skinny little ass.



As I took my careful time shaving him, I wondered if he might be able to
help me fill the blanks about the night before.  However, I wanted to be
tactful in my information gathering.  I didn't want to come right out and
ask blunt questions, in case he didn't know the answers or at the risk of
him thinking I was a dumb ass.



As I spread each of his cheeks and carefully shaved in between them, I
wiped the blade clean on the rag.



"That's quite a little fuckhole you've got there."  I said as I took a peek
at his tiny, yet scarred hole.



"I bet that's what you tell your little boy, when you tuck him in at
night."  He said as he watched me in the mirror.



I raised an eye to his comment and replied, "Not really.  Jacob's usually
the one telling me all about his little rosebud."



"Wow, that's pretty crazy.  How old is he?"  He asked.



"He's 9."  I replied as I ran my hand over his soft skin of his right
cheek.



I could tell quite a difference between his right side and his left side as
I moved on to the next cheek.



"Nice age.  He take after you?"  He asked, "You know, is he gonna be a hot
fucker when he grows up?"



I grinned and replied, "He looks a bit like me, yeah.  But I think he gets
his ass from his Momma."



"She know his Daddy fucks it?"  He asked.



I took a deep breath and replied, "She passed away earlier this year."



"Oh, sorry."  He said as he looked away awkwardly.



"It's alright."  I said, "Things happens...  I only miss her whenever I'm
sleeping alone."



That seemed to catch him by surprise and he looked at me in the mirror
again and asked, "Your boy doesn't share your bed?"



"Nope.  He sleeps with his Uncle."  I replied, "I join them sometimes
though, like I did last night..."



I stopped shaving for a moment and looked at his face reflecting in the
mirror as I finished shaving his left cheek.



"Speaking of last night, what the hell happened?"  I asked, "One minute I
was here and the next I was back home, hornier than a Pedo in a Preschool.
What the fuck?"



To my surprise he started laughing and replied, "Ha! You got X'ed dude.
You don't remember?  Haha!"



My mind started to race as I tried to think back to earlier that night.  It
was all still a blur but I could remember watching some guys fucking a boy
in the restroom.  Though in my mind it played back like a DVD skipping.



"X'ed?  You mean Ecstasy?"  I asked.



"Yeah, Roger slipped it to you while you were watching them other dudes
fuck that boy at the trough."  He explained, "You left your rum and coke
setting on the counter and he plopped it right in."



"Why the fuck would he do that?"  I asked as I shook my head in disbelief.



"Probably cause you always look so damn uptight."  He replied, "You know,
you always watch but you never really do nothing."



Even though I knew he was right, I still took offense as I said, "Hey!  I
fucked you the other night didn't I?"



"Really, come on?  I rode your rocket.  You just sat back and enjoyed it."
He said, "Not that I'm complaining, I mean, you got a damn hot cock on you
dude.  We just wanna see you pound the fuck outta some smooth with it
sometime..."



"Yeah, well you missed it."  I said, "Thanks to you guys, I went home in a
daze and fucked my boy till he bled the bed."



"Oh snap!"  He said shocked.



Just then, Jeff came walking in to take a piss.  I finished shaving the
kid's ass, tossed the razor in the sink, stood up and looked over at Jeff,
who was staring at the two of us.  He approached the trough toilet and
unzipped his jeans, revealing his pierced 8" cut dick.  Which I had become
acquainted with while traveling the road with him.  As I washed him take a
piss, I ran my hand over Nathan's freshly shaved ass cheeks.



Then I smacked his ass and said, "All done...  Now when you shake that
little money maker, it should earn you twice what it was before."



Nathan smiled and wiggled his ass playfully, while Jeff finished pissing.
Then he bent over and pulled the waistband of his thong back up.  The man
couldn't take his eyes off the kid's ass for a second.  He stared long and
hard at it, until his dick started to grow hard.  At which time, he
casually walked over to us.



I stepped aside and Jeff walked right up behind Nathan.  He put his hands
on the sink on either side of the kid and pressed his hardening dick
against his hairless little ass.



"I don't know how much it was earning ya before boy but I'd love to triple
it for ya."  Jeff said.



Nathan looked back at him and said, "Mmmm.  Maybe after we close."



"More like, maybe right now."  Jeff said as he grinded his dick against the
kid's ass.



I could sense the sudden sexual tension between them but it quickly turned
into just plain tension.  I looked into the sink and noticed Nathan's hand
was clutching the handle of the razor.  His knuckles were staring to turn
white, he was grasping it so tight.  He was definitely not in the mood to
give his little ass up and it looked like he was going to defend it if he
had to.



It was then, that I put my hand on Jeff's chest and said, "That's more of
an after hours thing around here, Jeff."



Jeff turned to me in anger and said, "Who the fuck do you...  Wait...
Mark?"



"Howdy."  I replied.



"I ain't seen you in a coons age."  He said, "You done went from crack head
to cock block, huh?"



"More like Bartender and defender of boy taints."  I said, "So back the
hell up."



Jeff took a step back and said, "Alright, cujo."



Then he tucked his dick back into his jeans and zipped them up, while I
reached my hand into the sink and carefully took the razor from Nathan's
hand.  I discreetly slipped it into my pocket for safe keeping.



"It's probably for the best.  He's too young to handle a real mans cock
anyways."  Jeff said as Nathan slipped out between the two of us in a
hurry.



I watched as the kid rushed over to the doorway and took a quick look back
at Jeff and I.



"Whatever dude.  You'd probably stroke out before you slipped it in, you
old bastard."  Nathan said, before running back out to the main room.



Jeff rolled his eyes and turned to me and said, "Mmm!  Fuck'n little
tease."



By the sound of his voice, I could tell he was more sexually frustrated,
than actually mad.



"If you want it, I think you'll have to pay for it."  I said with a smirk,
"He's a working boy."



"I'd like to work him alright.  Make him take this Daddy cock where the sun
don't shine."  He said, "Speaking of working, how long have you been here?"



"Long enough to know he's younger than he looks and can ride your pole
around the block, but he always leaves the meter running."  I replied with
a smirk.



Jeff nodded and extended his hand for me to shake as he said, "Well,
alright then."



I shook his hand and the two of us stepped out of the restroom.  As soon as
we walked back into the main room, Roger came wandering over to us and the
three of us approached the counter.  Jeff looked up at Nathan, who had
climbed up on the counter and began dancing for the small group of folks
that had come inside from the patio.



I walked back around to my usual spot behind the counter and started
serving some of the customers.  As I started taking drink orders, I watched
Jeff take a $20 bill out of his wallet and slip it in Nathan's thong.  At
first Nathan wasn't sure if he should accept the tip or not but soon
decided to shake his ass for the man.  As he danced he looked down at me
and smiled big.  I smiled back at him and winked.



From then on, the night went pretty smoothly and the place was filled with
customers by the time 1am rolled around.  Jeff hung around the counter for
most of the night and tipped Nathan more than generously.  I wasn't sure if
he was trying to make up for his actions in the restroom or if he just
really wanted a shot at the kid's ass.



One thing was clear, Nathan's freshly shaved little cheeks were earning him
quite a bit of money this night.  An Jeff wasn't the only one tipping him
heavily.  Two other scruffy older guys were laying some big bills on the
kid.  In fact, at one point Nathan had to take money out of his thong
because it was getting too hard for him to keep it all tucked in.



I offered to take it for him and keep it safe.  I folded the bills, put a
clip on them and placed them in the back of my cash register drawer.  My
own little tip jar was even filling up as the night went on and by the time
last call rolled around, my jar was overflowing.  The kid and I were raking
in the money and everyone was having a great time, right up 'til the end of
the night.



At which time, the only customers left were Jeff and the other two guys.
Nathan shook his ass to the beats of a country/club remix CD and he was
enjoying every minute of it.  He had an energy about him that filled the
room and kept everyone's eyes on him.  Including the two men who were
sitting at a table on the far side of the room, watching his every move.



However, the longer they sat there, the more I began to have a strange
feeling about them.  It wasn't that they made me feel scared or even
uneasy, they just had a strange vibe about them.  Both were average looking
scruffy white men, dressed in jeans with leather chaps and matching leather
vests.  They looked to be in their late 40's to early 50's and I'd been
serving them hard liquor since they walked in.



As closing time finally rolled around, Roger made his way through the place
and began to lock up the main room.  He drew the blinds and dimmed the
lights as he always did before we switched over to after hours.  I was
intrigued when he approached the the two men at the table to tell them it
was time for them to leave but instead they handed him something and he
slipped it into his pocket.



I watched as he engaged them in a pretty heavy conversation.  He seemed
almost as intrigued by them as I was of what they were discussing.  After a
few minutes, Roger approached the end of the counter and motioned for me to
come over to him.  I stepped closer and he reached into his pocket.



He handed me a card and said, "Let's take a walk outside."



I looked around a bit nervous and followed him out the side door an out
onto the patio.  Once outside in the cool fresh air, he showed me the card
them men had given him.  I noticed the yellow tint to the paper and title
which read, 'Urine-Nation'.  For some reason, reading the title in my head
made me want to laugh.



I'd met a good many men over the years, that were heavily into piss-play or
water sports as they called it but I'd not once met a card carrying member
of a group for it.  To have the card in my hand made me wonder if it was
real or maybe something they had just printed up for themselves.  However,
Roger felt that they were probably the real deal.  He reminded me that
everyone has a fetish and he wanted very much for guys like them to feel at
home at Dipsticks.



Then he informed me, that they were looking for someone willing to partake
in some piss-play with them in the backroom.  To which, I immediately told
him, that there was no way I was about to let two guys piss on me.  He
laughed and said that he felt the same way about it.  He said he also knew
that Nathan wasn't the kind of boy who'd let someone piss on him either,
plus he really didn't want him to.



He then said, he'd heard about mine and Jeff's history and figured he'd ask
me if I knew how Jeff felt about the scene.  I told him in all the time I'd
spent with Jeff, piss-play was one thing that never came up.  I could tell
he really wanted to make these two men feel at home and was prepared to go
out of his way to find a willing participant for them.  I suggested he wait
until later when Bruno came in and ask him but he said the men weren't
wanting to stay out too late.



From the way he said it, it sounded like maybe these guys had wives or
something and couldn't be out all night.  After feeling that all of his
local options had run out, he looked through the metal fence of the patio
and across the street at the gas station.  We could already see the
silhouettes of the homeless boys moving back and fourth under the
streetlights.  However, I could tell from the way he was hesitating, that
he wasn't too sure about the prospects of procuring a willing participant
from there.



Eventually, his desire to try and please the two men got the best of him
and I watched as he stepped through the patio gate and disappeared into the
darkness.  With that, I returned to the main room, walked behind the
counter and poured myself a soda from the tap as I looked at Jeff ogling
over Nathan.  The kid was enjoying the attention greatly and as the bar was
now officially closed, he hopped down from the counter.



"So...  This is how the night ends?"  Jeff asked.



I drank my soda and watched as Nathan stepped closer to Jeff.



"Nah, the night's just starting old man."  Nathan said with a grin as he
lifted one leg up onto a bar stool and slowly pulled down his fishnet
stockings.



"Old man, huh?  You have something against old men, you young
whipper-snapper?"  Jeff asked with a grin as he stared at the kid removing
his fishnet stockings.



Nathan set his stockings on the counter and bent over in front of Jeff to
slowly strip off his mesh thong as he said, "I ain't got nothing against
old dudes.  I get my pix taken with Santa at the mall for free."



I nearly spit out my soda hearing him say that.  I shook my head and smiled
as the kid set his thong on the counter and wiggled his little ass at Jeff
with confidence.  I admired his natural uninhibitedness.



"Sweet Jesus...  Mmmmm!"  Jeff moaned as he reached down, shamelessly
groping the kid's ass, "With an ass like that, I bet you were on his
naughty list."



I finished my soda and tossed the cup in the trash as I watched Nathan turn
around and step in front of Jeff.



He put his hands on the zipper of Jeff's jeans and said, "Nu uh, I'm a good
boy.  Want me to prove it?"



Then he eagerly unzipped Jeff's jeans right there at the counter for me and
the other two men to see.



"Mmmmmmm!  Fuck yeah.  Show me boy."  Jeff moaned as Nathan pulled his big
dick from his jeans.



The kid dropped to his knees, opened his mouth and devoured the man's
growing 8" cut dick as he finished pulling his jeans down.  Jeff picked up
his beer from the counter and gulped it down as he looked at me.  I smiled
at him and he winked.



As Nathan got to know Jeff better in front of the counter, I looked over at
the two men sitting at the table across the room.  They were clearly
enjoying the show as they patiently waited for Roger to return with someone
for them to play with.



It was about that time, that Roger happened to stick his head in the side
door and I looked over just in time to see him motion for me.  I walked
over to him and he told me to escort the two men into the backroom.  I
nodded and he leaned his head back and closed the door.



Then I walked over to Nathan and Jeff and said, "If you guys need me, I'll
be in the back."



Nathan smiled at me between licks of Jeff's dick and I knew it was safe to
leave the two of them alone.  I stepped away and approached the table,
where the two men were sitting.  They turned their attention away from the
action happening at the counter and looked up at me.



"Roger has asked that you join him in the backroom.  I'll lead the way, if
you'll follow me..."  I said, trying to be as professional as I could about
it.



They both got up from their table and I lead them out the side door,
through the patio and into the side door of the backroom.  Once inside, we
found Roger standing beside the bed with his hand on the shoulder of a very
small fair skinned boy.  In the red glow of the lights, it was hard to tell
how old he was but judging by his height he must have been younger than
Jacob or maybe even younger than Alex.



I stood by the door as the men stepped closer and examined the boy.  He was
wearing very dirty clothes and they stunk terribly.  That much I could tell
as he looked up at the two large men before him.



"You're so filthy."  One man said.



"And small..."  The other man said.



The boy looked at them nervously and one of them held out his hand.  Roger
took a step back and the boy took hold of the man's hand.



"Come on.  Let's wash you off."  The man said.



Then the man lead him into one of the concrete shower stalls.  Where the
boy stood still as the man knelt down and helped remove his dirty little
shirt.  His tiny, naturally hairless chest was quickly revealed.  He had
tiny little nipples that grew hard and pointy in the cold air of the
backroom.  The man tossed the shirt onto the tile floor of the stall and
then began to unbutton the boy's pants.



"Please, don't."  The boy whimpered.



"Shh...  We're just gonna slip these dirty things off."  The man said as he
unbuttoned and unzipped the boy's pants.



Then he pulled them down and the boy stepped out of them.  He looked so
cute, standing there in his dirty little undies.



"He's small but beautiful."  The other man said.



"He sure is.  Such a beautiful little piglet."  The man said as he ran his
fingers over the waistband of the boy's undies.



I watched as he began to pull them down and the boy panicked.



"Please, no!  No, don't!  Please, stop!"  The boy cried.



The man reached up with one hand and grabbed him by his chin to hold him
still as he yanked his undies down to the floor.



"Please-e-e-e-e-e-e.  Please, stop."  The boy cried.



"Sit down."  The man said as he released his hand from the boy's chin.



The boy sat down on his knees on the floor of the stall and the man stood
up, just as the other man stepped closer.  They both looked down at the
boy, cowering in the stall and unzipped the front of their pants.  I
couldn't see from where I was behind them but I could hear their urine as
it began to splash all over the poor boy.



"Ahhhhhhh!!!  Stop!!!!"  The boy cried as both men pissed on him.



"Enjoy yourself a golden shower, you filthy little pig."  One man said.



The boy didn't know what to do.  He was scared and afraid to moved.  So he
sat there on his knees as they drenched him with their hot urine.  The
scent was overpowering as the golden liquid soaked the poor boy.  The only
thing good about that, was it disguised the boy's own terrible odor.



After a few minutes, the torrent of urine ended and one of the men grabbed
the boy by his soaked hair.



"Get up!  Get up and suck my fucking cock."  One of them said.



Between their legs, I could see the boy had gotten back up to his feet and
I could see his hands reaching out to push the man away.  Unfortunately, he
was outnumbered and stood no chance against them both.  Eventually, one man
stood behind the boy as the other held him by his head and fucked his
little mouth.



In the red glow of the lights, I could see the guy had a relatively short
dick.  Though it wasn't huge, it was sure presenting a challenge for such a
small boy.  He gagged and choked on it repeatedly as the man humped his
face.



"Yeah, Mmmmm.  Suck it, you filthy little fuck."  The man said as he forced
the boy to suck him.



I looked over at Roger and he looked back at me.  Both of us just stood by
and watched as the two men had their way with the boy.  I felt helpless as
I watched what was happening.  However, I could tell Roger wasn't simply
watching for the sake of watching.  His face showed genuine concern and I
sensed he was keeping a watchful eye, so that things didn't get too out of
hand.



After a few minutes, the man fucking the boy's face started to moan and I
could tell he was getting close to cumming.



Suddenly, he pulled the boy's head down hard on his shaft and groaned,
"Fuckkkk!  Aghhh!  Mmmmmm!"



I watched as he drained his balls down the boy's throat.  Tears streamed
down his little face as he swallowed down every drop of the man's seed.
Once the man was satisfied, he pulled his dick from the boy's lips and
turned him to face the other man.



He didn't even have a chance to cry out again, before the waiting man
forced his slightly thicker dick into the boy's mouth.  With his little
lips wrapped around the man's shaft, he tried to push himself away but he
was quickly pinned against the wall of the stall.



The man fucked the boy's little face as hard as he could and I could hear
his balls slapping against the boy's chin.



"Here it comes you little bitch.  Mmmm.  Drink up!"  The man said as he
pressed the boy's head back firmly against the wall of the stall and began
to cum in his mouth.



"Fuckkkkkkkk!"  The man groaned.



Then the man stepped back and watched his own cum dribble from the boy's
mouth as he cried.  I looked to Roger for guidance, just as the two men
zipped up their pants.  They walked away from the shower stall and Roger
escorted them to the door.



"I hope he was worth the wait.  It was his first time."  Roger said as he
opened the door for them.



"A first time he won't soon forget and neither will we."  One man said as
he stepped through the door.



"You definitely go above and beyond for your guests."  The other said,
"We'll be back often for sure."



"Glad to hear it."  Roger said, "At Dipsticks, there's no fetish too taboo
or pervert unwelcome."



I smiled at the cleverness of his impromptu company motto, which rolled
right off his tongue as he walked through the door and followed behind the
men.  Which left me and the boy alone in the backroom.  I walked over to
him as he sat crying in the stall and knelt down to him.  He scurried back
into the far corner and curled up in a ball.



"It's ok, it's ok.  I'm not here to hurt you."  I said softly.



I picked up his urine soaked clothes and tossed them into the next stall.
Then I reached up and turned on the water faucet without even considering
its temperature.



"Ahhhhh!"  He cried as the cold water splashed down onto him.



"I know it's cold and I'm sorry.  I don't think they have hot water back
here."  I said as I tried to let the water wash off some of the urine from
his body.



As I gave him a minute to wash off, I turned around to see if I could find
something to dry him with.  The only thing I could see was a blanket, that
was stuffed under the bed behind us.  I grabbed it and turned off the
water.  Then I sat on the edge of the bed and held the blanket open with my
arms.



"Come here and I'll dry you off."  I said.



He shivered as he looked over at me but he wouldn't move.



"It's ok.  I'll wait till you're ready."  I said.



After a few tense minutes, he finally stood up, looked around and ran into
my arms.  I held him tight as I dried him with the blanket and I could feel
him shivering.  He started to cry as I held him and I just kept my arms
around him, trying my best to comfort him.



It was then that it occurred to me, that this boy had no clean clothes and
was probably going to end up back at the gas station by the end of the
night.  I couldn't imagine leaving him to fend for himself in piss soaked
clothes on a cold night.  I wasn't sure what I could do about it but I
couldn't convince myself to simply do nothing.



I picked the boy up in my arms and carried him back through the hallway and
out onto the patio.  Where I ran into Roger, who was just coming back
through the patio gate, after escorting the men out to their vehicle.  I
pushed passed him and continued walking, carrying the boy in my arms.



"Whoa!  Where you taking him!?"  Roger yelled in shock, "Have you lost your
mind!?"



"I can't just leave him to fend for himself on the street.  He's just a
boy.  A scared, naked little boy..."  I said as I unlocked the passenger
side of my truck and gently placed the boy inside.



Then I closed the door and slowly and nervously started to walk around to
the drivers side.



"Don't do it!  You don't understand what you're getting yourself into!"
Roger yelled.



I stopped and turned to face him as he stepped through the gate and
approached me.



"He's dangerous.  He's wild, like an animal, they all are."  He said,
"They're only good for one thing."



As a Father and a man who had been raised to love boys, I couldn't believe
what I was hearing.  As the two of us turned our heads to look through the
windshield at the boy, I suddenly saw something I never expected; My
revolver in the hands of the scared little boy I thought I was trying to
save.  He hadn't been alone in my truck for more than a minute but it was
long enough for him to find my gun on the floor board.  He had tears in his
eyes and his hands were shaking with fear as he pointed it at us.  No
sooner than our eyes met, did he pull the trigger.  A bright flash of light
filled the cab of the truck as a single shot rang out...



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