Deans Bicha

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Deans Bicha Chapter 67

Before we get to Wednesday and Jamie's third humiliating day of working naked at the Mann farm, I thought we'd keep in touch with Robby/bobby's adventures on Tuesday. I honestly must say I'm unsure how this chapter came to be as it practically wrote itself, though I added quite a bit when editing it. I hadn't planned this story line but I'm quite happy with it. Please let me know how you liked it and if I should continue expanding Eddie's storyline.

WARNING: There is a Heterosexual scene and references to bobby's previous Adult scenes.

Tuesday Morning at the Wilson House

Eddie was heading off to college in the fall and needed cash. While his parents were paying for the tuition and room and board, Eddie was responsible for his books and spending money. To that end he busted his ass working two jobs during the summer so he wouldn't have to work during the school year. One of those jobs was at the plant where his dad is the manager.

Before leaving, Eddie woke bobby up by poking his ramrod hard cock at the sleeping boy's open mouth. The young cock sucking, piss drinking, pig in training smiled when he realized what was happening. "Yeah, suck that cock. Can't wait until Friday when I can tap that ass again," Eddie whispered as bobby slurped away on Eddie's dick.

In typical Richard-like fashion, it only took a few short minutes of bobby's soft lips around Eddie's moderate sized dick before a meager amount of baby batter shot into the younger boy's mouth. Both brothers knew their morning fun wasn't over as bobby continued to suckle the deflating flesh pipe. Soon enough Eddie's muscles relaxed sending early morning bitter bladder brew into bobby's waiting mouth. The only sound to be heard for the next 25 seconds was that of bobby gulping the sour liquid down his throat.

"You are one sick mother fucker," Eddie quietly told his brother.

"Sick, YES. A mother fucker, NO," bobby replied as he licked Eddie's dickhead capturing the last few drops of pee.

"Ok, maybe a father fucker. Or better yet, a Father Fucked Faggot," Eddie roared with laughter.

"Now who's the sick one?" bobby asked.

"Still you," Eddie said as he pulled up his briefs. "I'll have to talk with Dean, he seems to be able to arrange most things. Would you like that? Want to be fucked by the very dick that made you? Have him fill your hole with the same seed which bred you queer ass?" Eddie taunted.

"Fuck you Eddie," bobby spit out, though part of him did wonder what that would be like. Before Eddie left for college it would indeed happen, surprisingly without any assistance from Dean.

Their father was anxious to get on the road this morning. It seems there was a mixup with a large order from the factory and Mr. Wilson was traveling there this morning to correct the problem. Normally Mr. Wilson would have traveled with the foreman for this particular project but he was out for a few days having just become a first time father. So Eddie was elected to go, not that he had any expertise with either the project or the order, but basically he could drive while Mr. Wilson went over paperwork.

It was a 1 1/2 hour drive and Mr. Wilson didn't like to stop. Being a no nonsense guy, he wanted to get there, resolve the problem, and return as soon as possible. Eddie was happy to drive his dad as it meant he wouldn't be loading boxes all day which was hot, back breaking work. Knowing they wouldn't be stopping along the way for any rest stops, Eddie put a plan in motion.

"You better slow down on that Gatorade," Mr. Wilson warned, "We're not stopping for you to take a leak." Eddie smiled on the inside knowing there was a good chance his dad would have to piss too if Eddie relieved himself. The power of suggestion would be at work.

"No worries, pop, I ain't some old geezer who has to piss every hour on the hour like you," Eddie kidded his dad. Just keep talking about peeing Eddie thought. Hopefully, the thermos of coffee will go through his father fast. Eddie practically gulped a second bottle down.

"Don't you worry son, I can outlast you that's for sure," Mr. Wilson joked back as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Yeah, just keep swigging down that coffee and you'll be needing a stop long before me."

Mr. Wilson swallowed the last bit of coffee and poured himself another mug full. "Bet?"

"Absolutely," Eddie enthusiastically answered. He knew he would lose the bet on purpose so his dad would hopefully pee before they reached their destination. If Eddie didn't lose, his dad might just hold out. After all, the real purpose was for his father to piss into an empty Gatorade jug so bobby could drink it down tonight.

"You're on sport. What's the bet?"

Now Eddie knew Jamie got off on being embarrassed, his piss drinking brother Robby not as much. Eddie wondered if he could put himself into a situation which was both humiliating yet exciting. If he were betting with bobby or even Jamie it could be something sexual. That wasn't an option with his father. "How about this? Whoever pees first has to hold themselves when we get there and say they have to go 'pee pee' really bad. Once inside the john, the loser drops his jeans and underwear to his knees like a little kid."

"I can't do that! I'm the boss," Mr. Wilson protested. "How about $20 bucks?"

No way was cheapskate Eddie going to gamble $20, five maybe but his dad wouldn't go for something that low. Thinking fast Eddie offered a compromise, "Ok, we'll both say 'pee pee' but I'll be the only one to drop his pants, you can pay me the twenty bucks."

Mr. Wilson countered, "You do the 'pee pee' part and drop your trousers and underwear against my forty dollars."

Now Eddie was pretty tempted to win this bet. Forty dollars. Crap, that was practically two days pay, tax free. If he could get his dad to $50 he would indeed win so he could buy a new tennis racket he wanted. "What do I have to do for fifty?" Eddie asked, almost afraid of what his father would demand.

Laughing, Mr. Wilson replied, "You have to piss on the side of the building where I can make sure you don't chicken out."

"But there will be other guys around," a shocked Eddie responded.

"Yup. Probably." Pulling out his wallet, Mr. Wilson pulled out three twenty dollar bills and waived them at his oldest son. "Don't have a ten. For $60 you have to turn around shaking your dick before you pull your clothes up, underwear first, then jeans."

SIXTY DOLLARS! Holy shit. I can win this for sure Eddie thought. "Deal!" He said holding out his hand, momentarily forgetting his original goal. The father and son shook on it, sealing the wager.

Mr. Wilson finished his second cup of coffee and poured another. Opening the cooler, he reached inside and offered Eddie one more Gatorade. "Drink up son."

"Those last two are for the ride home. Besides, I've already had two."

"We'll buy you some more. I'll finish this whole thermos and you finish the Gatorade. We got to make this interesting," Mr. Wilson smiled and laughed.

Reluctantly, Eddie took the Gatorade and opened it. Reality was sinking in to his brain. Shit. $60 was a lot of money. But could he really lose on purpose? He'd be totally humiliated if he lost, way beyond his original intentions. Though he so wanted to win the money, his desire to get bobby to drink their dad's stale piss was still the overriding factor. The two Wilson men nursed their respective drinks in silence for a while.

Finally, a light bulb went off in Eddie's head. He could pimp out bobby's mouth and maybe his ass once it healed. Eddie would make that $60 up in no time. There wouldn't be many other chances to collect his dad's piss. Yes, bobby boy, you're in for a surprise treat tonight.

The Wilsons were still some time from the factory when Eddie began squirming in his seat while adjusting his junk to relieve the pressure on his bladder. Mr. Wilson noticed while swallowing the last drops from his thermos. "Coffee sure does go through you, just like beer. What about gatorade son? You seem to be wiggling around. Do you need to piss?"

"No, I'm fine," Eddie lied as his bladder was reaching capacity.

"Good," his dad said, reaching into the cooler and pulling out the last bottle of Gatorade. "Here you go then, better drink up." Smiling at his oldest son Mr. Wilson was enjoying this.

"Thanks," Eddie quickly said grabbing at the bottle and twisting off the cap. Eddie figured if he was going to lose he had better do it soon to give his father time to piss too. He'd hate to lose, have to expose himself at the factory, and then not get a bottle of his dad's piss. What would be the point?

Five minutes later and having only taken two small sips of the fourth Gatorade, Eddie caved. "Ok, you win. I gotta go, BAD." His dad chuckled, grinning back at Eddie. "Can you hand me one of those empties please?"

"What about the bet? You're supposed to need to go 'pee pee' so badly you piss on the side of the building?"

"If I finish the last bottle, I'm sure I'll have to go again. Come on, if I don't go I'm gonna pee my pants."

"Mmm, maybe I should make you do that," Mr. Wilson roared.

"Dad! Come on, please give me an empty so I can pee in it," Eddie urgently pleaded.

What Eddie, nor Robby, knew was in his youth Mr. Wilson had lost many a bet to his older brother, the boys' Uncle Dennis. Once a young, 12 year old Edward Wilson was even forced to embarrass himself in public. Now Mr. Wilson wanted to teach Eddie a lesson before the boy headed off to college.

"You know you have to be careful what you bet son. I don't want you doing something in the fall when you head off to school. Set your limits, like at my monthly poker game. We each get $5 in chips, with a 50 cent limit on raising. You have to be smart and only gamble what you are willing and can afford to lose."

Mr. Wilson continued to lecture as Eddie's bladder was about to burst. Sure, Eddie bet his dad but only with the objective to get his dad to pee in a bottle for bobby. Driving the truck Eddie had one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding is own junk in an attempt to control the dam backing up in his bladder.

"Honest dad, I gotta go. If you don't give me an empty I'm going to whip it out and piss all over this truck," the stress in Eddie's voice quite apparent.

Reaching down to the cooler, Mr. Wilson took an empty out and unscrewed the cap, then in almost slow motion handed it to his desperate son. Holding onto the steering wheel Mr. Wilson told Eddie, "Go ahead pee, I'll steer."

Eddie had extracted his plumped up, piss filled cock out of his fly. Taking the bottle from Mr. Wilson, Eddie placed his dickhead in the opening and tried to start his stream. Being a bit bladder shy, Eddie was having difficulty going with his father watching. "Dad, can you watch the road and not me? Please?" His father laughed and looked at the road, occasionally taking quick glances at Eddie's pissing prick. "Ahh, shit that feels good," he exclaimed. "But you better hand me another bottle, I'm going to fill this one."

Mr. Wilson did so quickly as Eddie's waste water was almost to the brim of the 16 ounce Orange Gatorade bottle. "You still gotta pay up," he warned Eddie as the two men switched bottles.

"Don't worry, I'll make good on the bet," Eddie told his father as his stream began to fade. Eddie managed to fill the second bottle with about 4 more ounces bringing his total to a whopping 20 ounces. He didn't think he had ever peed that much in his life.

Recapping the second bottle Mr. Wilson said, "Yes you will," as he handed the fourth and final Gatorade back to Eddie. "Drink up." Looking at the two piss filled bottles Mr. Wilson said, "Damn, boy, you sure did have to go. Now I have to go."

'YES' Eddie thought. I'm going to get a bottle of dad's pee for bobby to drink. Awesome. Oh shit, dad is unscrewing the partially filled bottle I just used, that won't work. "Wait!" Eddie shouted. "Don't use that bottle. Use the third empty one."

"Why?" Mr. Wilson questioned.

"Because I bet I had to piss more than you. If I win, I don't have to pay off the first bet."

"And if I win?" Mr. Wilson asked.

"Um, I don't know," Eddie stammered because he truly didn't know what to offer.

"Remember what I just told you? Don't bet if you aren't willing or can't afford to pay."

"Yeah. So what do you want if I lose?" Eddie asked.

"First, chug that last Gatorade. I want to make sure you need to go again. Second, you remember not to bet what you can't afford. Third, if I fill these bottles more than you, you have to..."

"WHAT! Are you crazy?" Eddie gasped. This was getting way too over the line.

"Uncle Dennis made me do that. It was embarrassing but I survived. So will you."

Eddie weighted his options. He could simply refuse the second bet and pay off the first. He did want to experience some humiliation like Jamie did, though probably not as much as if he lost the second bet. Would he lose the second bet? His father only had a thermos of coffee, not three 16 ounce Gatorades as Eddie had. Chances are I'll win, Eddie reasoned. And if I do somehow lose, nobody I know will see me embarrassed AND I'll make sure to have dad's piss separate from mine for bobby to drink. Yup, I'll do it.

Nervously licking his lips Eddie said, "Ok, you got yourself a deal. Shake," he said offering his hand. Father and son shook.

Eddie was surprised when Mr. Wilson dug out what looked like a sizable cock. Shit, Eddie was short changed for sure. Apparently bobby the queer son took after their father in the dick department. Eddie was none too pleased. He was even more upset when Mr. Wilson quickly filled the Lemon-Lime Gatorade bottle to the top. What really shocked the 18 year old was when Mr. Wilson half filled the 16 ounce Blue Raspberry bottle Eddie just finished chugging down. Mr. Wilson peed an incredible 24 ounces.

"Looks like I won again son," Mr. Wilson gloated.

"Fuck," Eddie exclaimed before realizing what he said. "Oh, sorry."

Laughing, Mr. Wilson assured his son, "Don't worry about it. If I had to do what you're going to do, I'd say a whole lot worse."

"Um, dad, do I really hav..." Eddie started to ask to be let out of the wager. Then remembering what his father had warned/taught him, he defeatedly said, "Hand me a bottle." Mr. Wilson offered the Blue Raspberry half filled bottle of piss. "No, that's gross. Let me use one of mine." Eddie wanted to save his dad's pee for bobby at all costs.

Eddie wasn't surprised when his dad handed him the Orange Gatorade bottle completely filled with his own piss. He knew he wouldn't be so lucky to get the bottle with only four ounces in it. Mr. Wilson once again held onto the steering wheel as Eddie was going to pay off the second bet.

No, Eddie wasn't going to drink urine. That would be left to the little piss pig bobby. Unzipping his fly and spreading the zipper he took a deep breath before tilting the now open bottle of piss and plunged it over his brief clad dick soaking not only his underwear but his jeans too. The warm liquid spread rapidly running down and between his legs where Eddie sat in his own waste water. There would be no missing the fact that he 'peed his pants' when they got out.

"Happy?" He asked his father, a bit too sarcastically.

"I will be," his father replied handing Eddie the last four ounces.

Not saying another word, Eddie poured that into his jeans also. "Sorry I got snarky."

"No problem. I was more than pissed, pardon the pun, at Uncle Dennis when he made me wet myself at the ice cream stand as kids. There were guys from school there. Luckily, he admitted he made me do it, though I still took a lot of ribbing from my classmates. Your grandma grounded him for a week. He said it was worth it with what he got afterwards."

"What he got? Why? What did he get?" An inquisitive Eddie asked. When Mr. Wilson didn't answer right away, Eddie asked again, "Dad, come on, spill the beans."

"I guess you're old enough at 18 to hear this." Shit, this was going to be good Eddie thought, he wasn't wrong. "Remember, Dennis is two years older and at 14 he was much bigger and stronger than a scrawny 12 year old me. I hadn't started wrestling either so I never was able to beat him until I was a senior in high school."

"What did he make you do?" A now very anxious Eddie asked.

"Just what all teen and pre-teen boys do. The first two days it was whacking him off. The last three it was blow jobs," Mr. Wilson told Eddie.

"Holy Shit. No way!" Eddie shouted.

"You can't say anything to anyone about this. I never told a single person, not even your mom. Got that mister." Mr. Wilson warned.

"Yer sir. I'll keep my mouth shut." Eddie debated asking the next question, then did. "Did you ever do that again to him? Or did he do you?"

"Hahaha. No he never did me in high school." The two sat quietly for an endless 30 seconds before Mr. Wilson continued, "As to your other question, yeah, I did it to him almost everyday somedays multiple times for four years until he joined the service after he graduated." OMG! Dad was a cocksucker just like Robby/bobby. Well, not exactly like him, but he sucked plenty of dick, Eddie thought.

"I can't believe you told me that," Eddie admitted in shock. Then he wondered... "Dad, can I ask you something?"

"After that admission, I don't see why not. But this stays between us."

"Yes sir." Eddie still didn't know if he would tell Robby/bobby or not. Or just how or if he would use the information but curiosity was killing him. "Did you, did you, um... like it?"

"No, not at first, but to be totally honest after a month or so I guess I got used to it. Sometime in the next year I even started looking forward to it. I was probably Robby's age, going on 14 when I started asking him if I could do it. From then on it was basically non stop. Hope all this doesn't freak you out too much."

"No. I guess not. I'm surprised that's all," Eddie told his father.

Now it was Mr. Wilson's turn to ask the questions. "You know Eddie, Boys will be Boys. So have you ever done it to somebody?"

"NO! God no!" Eddie honestly answered.

"It's ok if you have. No judgement son."

"I haven't honest. I've gotten them," then he quickly added, "By a couple of girls," leaving out the fact he had gotten more from bobby and Jamie. "But I never gave one. I'm not like that." Ok Eddie wasn't being 100% truthful. Yes, he had been blown by girls, though he was still a virgin in fucking a female. He had done plenty with Robby and Jamie in a gay nature, but he was always the top, more dominant one. Eddie didn't think now, if ever, was the appropriate time to admit that to his father.

"Son, I don't care if you or Robby experiment. It's natural."

"Yeah, though it sounds like Uncle Dennis forced you to start."

"Maybe. Maybe not. Beside him, I did fool around some with my best friend growing up. We sucked each other on and off dozens of times throughout high school. Once we graduated that stopped and we both got married. We're still friends though."

"Wow. You're messing with my mind you know that don't you?."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to. Is there anything else you want to know?" Mr. Wilson asked.

"So after high school you never did it again?"

"I never said that," Mr. Wilson admitted to an even more shocked Eddie.

"What? Who with?" [Jamie's Sidebar if he were hearing this conversation: The question should have been With Whom?]

"Just Uncle Dennis. When he got discharged and I finished college we kind of picked up where we left off."

"Whoa. Then that stopped when you two got married?"

"Who said it stopped?"

Eddie nearly drove off the road when his father said that. WTF? Mr. Wilson just told his oldest son he still sucked cock. Un-fucking-believable. "You still suck him?" A completely stunned Eddie asked.

"Not that often. Only when we see each other," Mr. Wilson laughed. Considering the two older Wilson brothers lived about 30 minutes apart and saw each other several times a month left little doubt in Eddie's mind that his father was still indeed a regular cocksucker.

"I can't believe this," a shell shocked Eddie said. "And he still doesn't do you? That doesn't seem fair."

Mr. Wilson debated telling his oldest son that yes, Uncle Dennis returned the favor regularly. It was a 'skill' he had acquired while serving in Korea when there weren't many outlets for sexual release. If you didn't reciprocate you didn't receive either. Uncle Dennis became quite accomplished in his oral gratification services. Edward Wilson was surprised but happy when his older brother returned from war and demonstrated that new skill.

"Mmm, I'm not going to say what Uncle Dennis does or doesn't do, that's his business," Mr. Wilson said seriously. In a much lighter, joking tone he continued, "The important lesson is: Don't knock it until you try it."

"Dad. I told you, I'm not like that."

"Like what? A sexual person? You've been hard through most of this conversation. It doesn't mean you're gay. I'm not gay either." An embarrassed Eddie covered his raging boner with one hand while gripping the steering wheel tightly with the other. His father continued, "You're a warm blooded 18 year old male, it's only natural to get stiff hearing about this shit. I'd be more worried if you and Robby didn't get erect. Now that boy walks around boned more than you ever did when you went through puberty."

Eddie wondered how much his father knew or guessed about Robby. "Yeah, guess he does," Eddie chuckled thinking about his queer brother.

"So? Do you two ever mess around?"

"DAD!"

"I just told you something very private. All my cards are on the table. What about you and Robby?"

"I told you, I never did that. I don't have any desire to suck a guy off. Sorry, I'm not judging you," Eddie told his dad.

"And you don't have to do it. Though the saying 'Try it, you'll like it,' comes to mind," Mr. Wilson quoted the Life Cereal commercial.

"Not this son," Eddie said not realizing he may have just thrown Robby under the bus.

Mr. Wilson could tell Eddie was holding something back and he had a feeling he knew what. "What about your brother then?"

Eddie's eyes practically fell out of his head. Did he dare tell dad Robby's secret. NO, that was for bobby to do himself, like Uncle Dennis. Unfortunately, Eddie wasn't any better at telling lies than Jamie.

"Don't play cards for money son. You haven't got a good poker face for it. If you've never done him, I'm betting he has done you. Hasn't he?" Mr. Wilson pressed Eddie.

Eddie's face turned completely red giving Mr. Wilson the answer he had already guessed. "Thought so. Don't worry, I won't say anything to him about this conversation. As I said, this is just between the two of us. Besides, the way he and Jamie came to breakfast last week and both got hard, I figured the two of them have messed around a bit also. Right?" Mr. Wilson correctly deduced from Eddie's non poker face.

"Dad! Like you said, That's his place to say what he's done," Eddie answered, then followed with, "Or not done." But the damage had been done. The proverbial cat was out of the bag. Shit, his dad seemed cool enough about his boys fooling around with other boys. Eddie wondered if his dad would be so cool knowing to what extent bobby had messed around.

Mr. Wilson, like Dean could do, must have read Eddie's mind. "Son, I don't care if Robby has messed around with Jamie or other boys or what he's done. Hell they can even screw each other. As long as he's safe, happy, and healthy. That's all I want for all my kids." Mr. Wilson meant what he said, though he was already trying to figure out ways for Robby to admit it.

"Can I tell him that last part, about being happy and safe and stuff?" Eddie inquired.

"Yes. But JUST the last part. Good talk. I love you son. I love all my children," Mr. Wilson assured his eldest.

"Thanks dad," Eddie said as he pulled into the parking lot of the factory and parked. Looking at his father, Eddie half mumbled, "I love you too." Mr. Wilson smiled and patted Eddie on the shoulder.

Looking down at his wet crotch with a raging boner trapped inside his wet briefs Eddie didn't know what to do next. "Um, what about our bet?"

"You still need to pay up. Forget about the 'pee pee' bit. Just run out and take a whiz by the loading dock. You still got to drop 'em to your knees and turn around afterwards though. You're gonna take shit about pissing your pants you know?"

"Yeah. I know," Eddie told his dad as he turned the truck off. Before he chickened out, Eddie opened the door and took off running toward the side of the loading dock where two guys were stacking boxes. Unbuttoning his soaking wet jeans he wiggled those to his knees followed quickly by his piss dripping briefs. Holding his rock solid cock in his hand Eddie closed his eyes and let loose a heavy stream of piss. He was vaguely aware of the men watching him. Shit, this is totally humiliating he thought.

With his bladder now emptied Eddie knew the worse was to come. He stroked his boner a few times working the last few drops from his short steel rod turning to face outward as required by the bet. Opening his eyes, Eddie was surprised, though he shouldn't have been, to see almost a dozen guys watching him, all with huge smiles on their faces.

As Eddie struggled to pull up his wet, white, now almost see thru briefs trapping his hard nail toward his hip, he began to hear the cat calls. Embarrassed he struggled even more with his damp jeans. How the hell did Jamie get off on this shit? Yet it was exciting as hell. With his heart racing and adrenaline flowing, Eddie almost shot his load.

Mr. Wilson walked over to his mortified son and whispered, "Good job son. Now take it like a man," referring to the ribbing Eddie was surely going to receive from the rowdy group of factory workers.

Eddie couldn't tell you what was said to or about him and his actions. He just knew this was beyond description. His mind wandered back to Jamie standing naked in front of 125 people at the Fourth of July party and wondered how the poor kid's heart didn't explode. Robby/bobby might not get hard when embarrassed, but from the sword poking out Eddie's jeans, apparently the older brother did.

Mr. Wilson shook Eddie's shoulder bringing him out of his stupor. "Guys. Settle down. This is all my fault. In order to make good time I wouldn't let Eddie pull over for a pit stop and after three large Gatorades I guess he could hold it anymore."

Eddie didn't know if his father was helping him or not. Maybe the guys hadn't even noticed the wet clothes being so engrossed with the piss show. Though the bottom portion of his gray t-shirt had darkened from the wet jeans drawing attention to his staged mishap. If not, his father's remarks ensured they were aware of it now. He heard one guy call out, "Looked like he was enjoying himself though." The crowd erupted again.

"That's cause he's like his old man, a horny bugger," Mr. Wilson offered as an explanation. Eddie appreciated his father's assistance in minimizing the damage. There were "Oohs" and "Ahhs" all around. "Though it's probably just a piss hard-on," he continued causing an explosion of more laughter.

After a few more barbs, Mr. Wilson said, "Ok guys, let's get back to work." Everyone slowly returned to their duties, though Eddie still felt as if everyone was looking at him. The phrase 'spontaneous combustion' came to mind. It felt as if his entire body was burning in shame despite the fact his balls were about to fire off a load of spunk. Man would that be the ultimate in humiliation: emptying his nuts in front of the workers.

Eddie hung in the background as Mr. Wilson discussed the manufacturing mishap with the factory director, Sam. Keeping his head down and looking mostly at his feet, Eddie was still very aware of the eyes burning into him as they walked around the facility. It didn't help his situation that he was still throwing wood in piss covered clothes. Eddie was desperate to unload his balls.

Once everything was straightened out, which for Eddie took an agonizing hour, Mr. Wilson, Sam, and Eddie headed for the office. Mr. Wilson asked Sam if he had anything Eddie might be able to wear home. The young, very closeted gay director grinned and said, "Sure let me look in the locker room. Wait here."

Leaving Mr. Wilson and Eddie in the office, Sam went to the shipping department to find a particular summer worker. Todd was the son of a long time employee and at only 15 years old was working 'under the table for cash.' He was training to be a long distance runner and often ran the 8 miles to work while his father drove. Sam explained what he needed. Todd was more than willing to help out and embarrass Eddie even more by providing some clothes from his gym bag.

This morning Todd had worn a light weight, white tank-top muscle shirt and light gray nylon running shorts. Sam said he'd buy him new ones as he began tearing out the shorts lining. Todd laughed and said he could wait to see Eddie in such small, revealing gym clothes. The two laughed as Sam headed back to the office.

"Here you go, one of the guys had his gym bag. You can change in here," Sam said. "If that's alright with you?" Sam asked Mr. Wilson who smiled and agreed that it was fine. The two men left the naive 18 year old boy alone giving him some privacy, finally. Or so Eddie thought.

What Eddie didn't know about was the two-way mirror which Sam had installed overlooking the factory floor. It would give Sam the ability to look out over the production floor without everyone knowing he was watching. The only problem for Eddie at the moment, the workmen had installed it backwards and it hadn't been corrected yet. Thus, it would be Eddie on display for the entire production line. Of course Mr. Wilson knew all about it when he agreed Eddie should change in the 'privacy' of Sam's office.

Peeling his wet jeans, briefs, and t-shirt off allowed Eddie's boner to bob out in the fresh air. Naked except his socks, facing what he believed was simply a mirror, Eddie wrapped his hand around his hard flesh pipe. Sam and Mr. Wilson had just walked onto the main factory floor where all eyes, some 32 people, both men and women, had their eyes glued to Eddie. "Oh shit, Edward. You better get in there and stop him," Sam said with a hint of laughter in his voice.

A devilish smile appeared across Mr. Wilson's face as he shook his head, "No, a little more humility is just what he needs."

"Really?" Sam asked incredulously. "You're going to let him pound it in front of everyone?"

"No. As far as he knows, he's in a private office. If I marched him out here on the floor, that would be in front of everyone," Mr. Wilson countered.

"Ok," a grinning Sam said. The two men stood to one side of the backwards, two-way mirror while the workers began chanting, "Jerk it. Jerk it. Jerk it."

Mr. Wilson turned to the employees and held up his arms to hush them. "Quiet. Don't disturb him. You can bust his balls when he comes out."

"You mean after he busts them," one guy yelled out causing another round of laughter.

Inside the office, Eddie was oblivious to his indecent exposure. In typical Eddie fashion it took less than three minutes for him to spray his load into his open hand. Looking at the puddle of goo Eddie contemplated licking it up. He hadn't done that but once or twice tasting his own spunk. Thankfully, he didn't much to his father's and some worker's disappointment.

Eddie heard the ruckus from the employees who were going wild. Fearing that his father and Sam might return any moment, Eddie wiped his hand clean on his piss soaked briefs. His hand may have been clean of cum, but far from clean. Grabbing the gray running shorts Sam had given him, Eddie noticed how thin they were. Slipping his right leg inside he noticed they had no liner. Great, I'm going to be free balling it he thought.

Once dressed in the much too small shorts, tight tank top, and sneakers sans socks which were wet too, Eddie picked up his soiled clothes and opened the door. His dad was waiting for him. "Quite a show you gave there boy," his dad told him. Eddie was confused until Sam dashed inside and waved. Eddie's heart stopped as he realized he had just pleasured himself with an exhibitionistic wank in front of 34 people. Now he truly knew what Jamie had experienced.

Similar to bicha Jamie, Eddie's cock began to inflate once more. Holding his dirty, wet clothes in front of himself mostly to cover his regrowing erection, had a disastrous result. The piss covered clothes immediately dampened and stained the running shorts causing them to become transparent. Eddie's cock was clearly visible, unknown to him at that point.

"Eddie, let me get you a plastic bag for those wet things," Sam volunteered. Reluctantly Eddie dropped them in the bag giving up any protection they offered as Sam held the bag open.

"I'll take those," Mr. Wilson said. Eddie wanted to protest but didn't after seeing the expression on his father's face. He felt less dressed than when he wore his wrestling singlet. To make matters worse, the tip of his expanding dick was at the very edge of the shorts.

Mr. Wilson thanked Sam for handling the problem and said he'd call him later to discuss some other issues. The two Wilson men started heading out, Mr. Wilson setting the pace very slowly. The workers had all but stopped their normal duties and as Eddie passed by began to applaud him. Eddie could feel the his dickhead was exposed by now, his prick parallel with the floor. He started to tuck it back when his father sternly said, "Don't."

By the time they got to the loading dock, Eddie was almost at full mast. The running shorts providing absolutely no coverage. Here, the dock workers each took the time to shake Eddie's hand and comment. They ranged from a mild, "Nice SEEING you," to the mind blowing, "Consider a strip club kid, you'd make tons of money."

Tossing the bag full of wet clothes in the back of the truck, Mr. Wilson said, "I'll drive."

No sooner had they driven out of the parking lot when Eddie began his tirade. "DAD! Oh my god! I've never been so embarrassed in my life. How could you do that to me? That shit was totally over the line. Pissing outside was bad enough, but they watched me jerk off." Eddie rattled on for a few more minutes uninterrupted about him beating his meat. In his rage he let it slip, "Christ, I almost licked my hand? I would have died if they saw that." He continued spewing venom at his dad, "Look what the fuck I'm wearing, I look like a cheap whore. I wear more when I'm wrestling." A few minutes later, Eddie blurted out, "Why the fuck am I boned? I'm not your gay son."

Dead Silence.

Eddie stopped his ranting now that he had officially 'outed' his brother. Shit, earlier he said he wasn't going to do that and now he did. He started to back pedal, "I mean, I'm not gay. I don't know anyone who is..."

"Eddie, Relax. From our conversation earlier, and your horrible poker face I might add, I kinda figured it out already. I love Robby regardless." Eddie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now, let's start with 'Why you're boned' as you say. Did you enjoy paying off the bet?"

A shrug of the shoulders and a soft, "I guess," from Eddie confirmed that. "But I'm not gay."

"Edward Alan Wilson Jr., Stop saying that. I don't give a flying fuck if you or your brother are gay or not. How many fucking times do I have to say that? For the last time, What I do care about is you're happy, healthy, and safe. Are we clear?" Eddie silently nodded yes.

"Good. There are all kinds of people in this world. Believe me when I tell you people do all kinds of kinky shit which gets them off. Maybe you get off on being embarrassed, by either a guy or a girl, so be it."

Eddie sat quietly thinking about what his dad had said. Ok not gay, but he did seem to get off on being embarrassed. Maybe he had the same kinkiness as Jamie in that respect. He didn't notice his father pulling into the Kentucky Fried Chicken parking lot. The very same KFC where bobby worked the Glory Hole.

"Let's get lunch," Mr. Wilson said parking the truck.

"Dad! Can't we go somewhere else? Or do the drive-thru?" If Eddie weren't embarrassed enough by what he was wearing, the thought that his younger brother had sucked 12 random dicks in this very establishment certainly didn't help reduce his growing dick.

"Nope. Besides, don't you want to show off your new outfit?" His father teased.

"No I don't," Eddie protested.

"Tough. Let's go."

With that said father and an embarrassed son walked into a crowded KFC. Eddie attempted to hide behind his dad who wasn't allowing it. Giving Eddie some cash and his food order, Mr. Wilson told Eddie not to touch himself before finding a table.

Eddie tried willing his dick down as he stood in line, which had the opposite effect. By the time he reached the counter his dick pointed straight out obscenely, the tip protruding from the hem of the unlined running shorts. The girl, Tiffany, waiting on him smiled at his humiliation as she stared at his manhood, causing it to fill even more. By the time Eddie picked up the tray filled with lunch his entire dickhead was visible, his cock angling upwards.

Walking quickly across the dining room to find his father, Eddie heard laughter from the counter workers. His entire body was burning up in shame as he held the food tray above his waist. Eddie sat quickly and buried his face in his hands. Mr. Wilson purposely sat at a table which placed Eddie in direct view of those waiting in line for food. Without thinking, Eddie followed his father's orders to spread his legs wide. Had he been better endowed, his dickhead would have been hitting the bottom of their table as it filled completely with blood, making it point upwards.

"Leave it," Mr. Wilson commanded when Eddie began reaching under the table to cover himself. "Just eat your lunch and tell me about Robby." With Eddie's cock fully hard and exposed to anyone looking under the table, they ate while Eddie told his father everything he knew about Robby and Jamie and their adventures. Several times Eddie noticed not only some customers but the KFC workers looking at his blood filled cock poking out from under the thin running shorts. This was getting way too embarrassing for the older Wilson son. "Now tell me everything about Robby. And I mean everything. I need to make sure he's safe."

Mr. Wilson was amazed to learn about the boys losing their virginity to Eddie's friends Sharon and Jillian, Jamie's gang bang, and bobby's sleep over at Randolph's house including working a glory hole at this very KFC. Eddie didn't hold back even telling his dad about Robby's nickname bobby. When Eddie finished, Mr. Wilson sat there silently for a few moments.

What the elder Wilson didn't reveal to his oldest son was his friendship with Marcus and his knowledge of the Glory Hole. Robby/bobby had sucked three white guys that afternoon. One was his wrestling coach, the second a father with his 16 year old son, and the third a father of three who managed to turn away from the glory hole before bobby could see his face. It was indeed Mr. Wilson himself. He had gotten his cock sucked by his own 13 year old son. Mr. Wilson's own dick was hard as nails at this point recalling those sweet, soft lips...

Composing himself after Eddie finished, Mr. Wilson said, "Sounds like my little boy is quite the sex fiend." When he asked his eldest, "So, tell me, how tight is Robby's ass?" Eddie practically chocked on his fried chicken.

"Dad!"

"Oh, don't tell me you haven't been tapping that cute little ass of his and probably Jamie's too. Which one is tighter?"

Swallowing his food, Eddie tentatively asked his father, "Why? You ever done anal?"

Smiling slightly, Mr. Wilson answered, "Nope. But I might just be open to the idea."

"On either of them?" Eddie questioned in disbelief.

"Or both," Mr. Wilson replied.

By now, almost every worker had found a reason to walk by the Wilson's table starring at Eddie's throbbing and exposed cock. For his part Mr. Wilson nodded slightly when Marcus, the manager, smiled a knowing smile. Excusing himself, Mr. Wilson headed for the mens room where the two talked quickly. Returning to the table Mr. Wilson told Eddie to cover up but let his "stiffie" point out. Eddie wasn't pleased but followed his dad's instructions.

"Ok, go to the mens room. The manager will be in there. You do exactly what he tells you," Mr. Wilson ordered Eddie.

"What? Dad, I'm not sucking anyone's dick like bobby," Eddie complained.

"You don't have to. Now Go!"

Eddie's faced burned in shame as customers gawked at his raging boner barely contained within the thin running shorts as he quickly made his way to the restroom. Once inside, Marcus was waiting for a scared Eddie whose dick started to deflate.

"Well, look what we have here. Your daddy says you is the brother of the little queer we had sucking cock the other day. You a homo too?"

"NO!" Eddie shouted.

"Yeah, that's what he said. Follow me boy," Marcus commanded. Not even looking to see if Eddie followed, Marcus headed across the hall to the back storage room. When the door closed, a nervous Eddie stood trembling in front of the towering black manager.

"Lose the shirt and shorts." With his eyes bugged out Eddie was slow to follow orders until Marcus yelled, "NOW." Eddie tossed the borrowed clothes to the floor clutching his hands in front of his now completely soft junk. "Hands by your sides." Swallowing nervously Eddie reluctantly complied. His dick had shrunk not from cold but from fear.

"You certainly ain't got what your kid brother got. That's gotta suck," Marcus roared with laughter. "Stand up against that wall. Hands on top of yer head. Don't move." Marcus then opened the door allowing 16 year old employee Tiffany and two others females inside. They were Tiffany's mother and sister Yvonne. The three immediately started laughing at a very embarrassed, nude, soft, and shrunken dicked Eddie who wanted to crawl under a rock at the moment as he stood in front of the black women who were looking over his nude body from head to toe as if it were a piece of meat hanging in a window.

"He's kinda cute," the mother said.

"But he don't got much of a pickle, does he?" 15 year old Yvonne giggled.

"More like a baby gherkin," Tiffany replied causing the three plus Marcus to laugh.

"Now girls, you know most white boys can't compare to our kind," the mother told her daughters.

"He looks familiar," Tiffany said as she stepped closer to Eddie making him even more nervous.

"Remember the new boy who worked the 'hole'? This here is his older brother," Marcus explained.

"Oh. So is he like that too?" Tiffany asked.

"His daddy says No. He's more like Freddy," Marcus said.

As Eddie stood naked in front of the three unknown females wondering not only who Freddy was but how they were alike he felt a stirring below. His once shriveled dick began filling with blood. Not waiting any longer the mother stood inches in front of Eddie and grasped his nipples between her thumbs and index fingers squeezing the tiny nubs hard. Eddie grimaced in pain as she twisted his sensitive tits. Eddie was more than 50% erect at this point, his 'gherkin' horizontal with the floor.

"Look mama, he likes it. He is like Freddy," Tiffany exclaimed. "Can we do more?"

"Have at him ladies," Marcus offered Eddie's young body to the dominatrix and her eager daughters.

Kicking off her shoes, the mother ordered Eddie, "Kneel and kiss my feet." As if under some trance Eddie obeyed without question. Tiffany and Yvonne lined up so Eddie could worship them as well. By the time he had planted his lips once upon each of the six beautiful, bare, black feet of the women he was 100% hard, which Yvonne pointed out causing Eddie to blush.

"Stand up boy," the mother commanded. Reaching out she circled her finger tips and grasped Eddie's nuts, digging the sharp points into his tender orbs. "Hands on your head boy," she instructed. Gritting his teeth Eddie obeyed as she continued to plunge her nails deeper into his sensitive balls. With her other hand she encircled his sack with her thumb and index finger pulling his balls from his body.

"Girls," she said as if she were teaching them, which in truth she was, "this is how you handle a boy. If you control these (she had removed her plunging nails and wiggled his nuts tightly) you control the boy or man. Remember that."

"Yes mama," they both replied. Eddie was still rock hard, his dick pulsing, his balls gripped tightly, he was ready to explode.

"How dare you get excited in front of my daughter you pervert," the mother said a second before the hand which had been digging into his tender flesh suddenly slammed down on the bound balls.

"Arggg!" Eddie cried out removing his hands from his head to soothe his sore nuts.

A second, harder slap and a stern warning from the mother caused him to interlock his fingers on the top of his head again. "Girls, take a turn," the mother offered as she stepped aside but held on to Eddie's outstretched nuts which were turning pink from both the grasp and the two slaps.

Tiffany went first and delivered two quick blows. Eddie had tears in his eyes. This was NOT what he wanted. But by time Yvonne had smashed his nuts two more times, Eddie was crying and pleading for them to stop. His dick had wilted sometime during the girls brutal blows.

"Look mama, he ain't like Freddy. He's gone soft," Yvonne pointed out the obvious.

Releasing Eddie's balls the mother said, "No, doesn't look like he is, at least not totally. But maybe. Let's see." Sitting down on a desk chair she pulled Eddie over her lap and began spanking him. She didn't hit him hard, just enough to turn his lily white ass a nice shade of pink. Eddie squirmed but wasn't in real pain. He was humiliated in being punished like a child by this woman and his dick began to grow. The mother could feel his small dick expanding and smiled. After 25 whacks she stopped and pushed him to the floor where his boner was revealed to the others.

"Yeah, he's more like your daddy Yvonne. Not into pain but humiliation. Tiffany, your daddy never liked a strong, dominant woman so I tossed his sorry ass." Turning back to Eddie she ordered him to stand back up and face them. "We might just have some fun with you boy. Let's see if you have the right stuff. Give that tiny gherkin a tug, let's see if those pea-sized marbles can even shoot. (FYI, Eddie wasn't all that small, more like average, but her embarrassing taunts had a psychological effect on Eddie making him feel small both physically and mentally.) Don't forget to catch it in your hand and lick it up."

For the second time today Eddie was wanking in front of complete strangers. This time he was aware of his humiliating performance. Again, Eddie shot in under three minutes, filling his left palm with baby makers. Unlike this morning, he knew he would have to swallow his own spunk. Sticking his tongue out Eddie lapped up the warm, white goo which contrasted with his red, embarrassed face.

"He's still hard. Make him do it again mama. Make him empty those tiny things." Tiffany said.

"Not right now, he's done got me excited." Still seated the mother spread her legs wide hiking up her dress revealing not only her lack of panties but her clean shaved snatch. "Boy, get down here and eat me out."

Eddie was about to perform cunnilingus on a woman whom he had just met. Still under her authoritative command, he knelt before her burying his face in between her thighs. His tongue lapped away at the folds of her cunt. When she commanded "deeper' he willingly complied. Tiffany, Yvonne, and Marcus all watched as Eddie's tongue brought the mother to climax. Grabbing his head her juices flowed into his open mouth. "Swallow boy," she told him.

Pulling him up by his hair, the mother removed Eddie's head from between her legs. "You done real good boy. Looks like you enjoyed that by your gherkin. I think that's what we'll call you, 'Gherkin.' Now, stay down there." Stepping aside she motioned for Marcus to take her place. Marcus was not used to taking orders from woman but quickly extracted his big, black cock from his trousers. "Suck," the mother instructed Eddie.

"I'm not gay," Eddie protested.

"Oh Gherkin, I'm counting on that. But if you is gonna be our boi toy, you got to do what we say. You want that don't you?" Eddie simply nodded 'Yes'. "Good, Then Suck!"

What transpired over the next 6-7 minutes really couldn't be described as Eddie sucking cock. A more accurate description would be a brutal face fucking. Markus showed no mercy as he shoved his entire throbbing cock down Eddie's throat, choking the young submissive in training.

Gagging instantly, Eddie's drool ran down his face dripping off his chin as Marcus repeatedly slammed his black beauty into the warm confines of Eddie's throat. Tears poured from his eyes mixing with his snot. No expert in the art of fellatio, Eddie's teeth grazed Markus several times, though that did little to slow the assault. Marcus shouted out, "Here is cums," as the first of 5 powerful blasts of scalding hot spunk coated Eddie's sore throat and travelled down his gullet ending in his stomach.

"Spray his face," the dominatrix ordered. Marcus compiled not because he was into that scene, but because he too wanted to leave his mark on Eddie. Four more shots covered Eddie's face mixing with the tears, snot, and drool already dripping there. When Marcus stepped back, Eddie fell forward on all fours trying to catch his breath, his own cock dangling beneath him.

"He sure ain't as good a cocksucker as his baby bro," Marcus announced while redressing.

"And his pickle is soft. Guess he didn't like it neither," Tiffany remarked.

"Didn't think he would girls," their mother said. "That's a good thing. Now we know how to punish him." She continued, "Besides, your baby brother will want to use him too," causing them all to laugh.

"Can we make him do more mama?" Yvonne asked.

"No, we gots to get going. Leave your face Gherkin, learn your place." Turning to Marcus she thanked him and asked if he had the "bois" info. Marcus confirmed he would get it to her. It looked as if Eddie would be under her control in the future. Eddie was scared yet excited at the thought. Marcus escorted them out and told Tiffany she could get back to work now.

Telling Eddie to put his hands back on his head, Marcus went and brought Mr. Wilson into the storage room. Eddie was none too pleased as Marcus told Mr. Wilson what had transpired. Mr. Wilson simply nodded as he heard of his older son's depraved behavior. Then he gave Marcus the 'go ahead' to supply Tiffany's mom with Eddie's name and phone number. Eddie's dick twitched at the idea, something both his father and Marcus noticed.

"Get dressed and wipe your face," Mr. Wilson ordered.

"I... I can't. I was told to leave it. I have to learn my place," Eddie explained.

"Ok then. Get dressed." Thanking Marcus the two left. Eddie was so caught up in all that had happened, he never even noticed the looks from the customers as he exited the restaurant, his face a complete mess. Once back in the truck Mr. Wilson complimented his son, "You handled that very well."

"I can't believe that all happened," Eddie confessed. "Why in the world did I get off on being humiliated like that in front of those ladies?"

"I told you son, there are all types of people. It seems you may be one who enjoys being dominated by women. Your brother has some other equally wild sexual ideas. To each his own. The big question is: Would you like to submit to them again?" Mr. Wilson asked, though he already knew the answer.

Curling his lips Eddie thought for a moment or two before quietly nodding Yes.

"Thought so. Seems you discovered something about yourself son. I think you deserve a reward. I'm going to take the rest of the day off."

Despite his questioning, Eddie couldn't find out what his father was planning for the afternoon. Back at the plant, Mr. Wilson informed the assistant manager he'd be in charge for the rest of the day. Then with Eddie waiting in his skimpy outfit and dried cum covered face, Mr. Wilson spoke with another plant employee who kept glancing at an embarrassed Eddie. Smiling and shaking hands, Mr. Wilson gave a head nod to Eddie and the two left, much to Eddie's relief.

"What was that all about dad?"

"Oh, I had to get some information. You told me about Robby and Jamie and those girls, but you never said if you got any action. Did you?" Eddie's non poker face turned beet red. "Didn't think so son. Why not?" A humiliated Eddie told his father about the girls' test of lasting 10 minutes before they would fuck him. "Well, what I have planned might just help."

Mr. Wilson explained to an unbelieving Eddie the plan. Not wanting Eddie to go to college a virgin and as a reward for allowing himself to explore his kinkier side of being humiliated, Mr. Wilson was bringing Eddie to an old fashioned whore house in the north end of Eastford. That was the information Mr. Wilson had to obtain from the plant employee. Eddie was going to lose his virginity, this time with a female.

Eddie was so excited he almost shot off in the front seat of the truck while the two drove to the seedier side of town. Once they arrived, unlike Jamie's dad, Mr. Wilson gave Eddie some privacy to "release some tension" so he wouldn't be "too excited" inside so he could last the required time. Eddie also took the opportunity to clean himself up to be more presentable.

Sadly, despite rubbing out not one but two loads, Eddie was still not able to reach his goal. In the hour Mr. Wilson procured for his son, Eddie received one blow job and was able to fuck the 30 year old prostitute twice, never lasting more than 8 or 9 minutes either time.

Despite not solving his 'hair trigger' problem, both father and son were pleased Eddie had been able to get 'some lipstick on his dipstick' as Mr. Wilson proudly congratulated his beaming son. For his part, Eddie couldn't have cared less about lasting 10 minutes, he had finally lost his virginity by fucking a woman, twice even. This day couldn't get any better.

The two Wilson men returned home around 6:00PM. As they climbed out of the truck, Mr. Wilson told Eddie he was to remain dressed like that until he went to bed. Grabbing the cooler with the piss filled Gatorade bottles Mr. Wilson was going to dump them then take a shower. Eddie panicked, all his hard work would literally be going down the drain if he didn't stop his dad.

"Why can't I get rid of these?" Mr. Wilson questioned.

"Um, well. I, ah, kinda need them for a joke," Eddie mumbled.

"Does it have to do with your brother?"

"Yeah."

"Tell me," Mr. Wilson commanded.

"Well, Robby, he kinda, well, they're for him," Eddie said without explaining further.

"And what's he gonna do with them? Is he into golden showers too?" His father asked.

"Golden showers? I never heard that expression. Yeah he is. Kinda wired," Eddie admitted without divulging the real purpose.

"After today I don't think you can criticize your brother. Some people even get off on piss play where they drink it down too," Mr. Wilson elaborated. By the look on Eddie's face, Mr. Wilson knew he guessed correctly and that his youngest was wilder than he originally thought. "Holy shit! Really?!" Mr. Wilson asked.

Eddie stood still not confirming or denying anything. Mr. Wilson laughed and reminded his oldest, "Seriously, NEVER EVER play poker, you just can't bluff. So Robby is a piss pig too. What a kinky little fucker."

Before the two went inside, father told son what to do. Tonight was Susie's Girl Scout meeting. She and Mrs. Wilson, who was den mother, would not be home for dinner. It was 'boys night' and they were on their own. Mr. Wilson told Eddie to order pizza for supper while he took a shower. Then while he was picking up the food, Eddie was to fill an empty Mountian Dew soda bottle with Mr. Wilson's pee. Eddie was not to tell Robby it was Mr. Wilson's piss, he wanted that honor at some point later. Eddie agreed as both men went inside with smiles on their faces.

Robby had spent the day hanging with kids in the neighborhood with no sexual release at all. By the time Mr. Wilson and Eddie returned home, Robby was a horny, boned 14 year old boy. Having just taken a shower himself, Robby was still in his briefs when his dad and brother walked inside. Mr. Wilson looked over his youngest thinking about Robby's cute bubble butt.

"How was your day son?" Mr. Wilson asked.

"Good. I just hung around with the guys. We played some ball and crap," Robby answered.

"Good. I'm gonna shower. Eddie, order supper," Mr. Wilson said as he walked out of the room.

"Man, what the fuck are you wearing?" Robby questioned Eddie.

"Never mind that, I'll tell you later. I've got LOTS to tell you tonight." Opening the cooler, Eddie handed Robby the two Gatorade bottles filled with their father's piss. "Here, pour these into a Mt. Dew bottle. You're drinking this tonight with supper."

"How did you manage to pee in these without dad seeing?" A naive Robby questioned as he unscrewed the cap and took a whiff of the pungent liquid.

"Later."

As the Wilson men sat eating two large pizzas for supper, Robby washed his down with lukewarm piss, unbeknownst to him that it was his father's not his brother's. Mr. Wilson and Eddie smiled at each other as Robby drank it down.

"Robby, how do you drink that stuff?" Mr. Wilson asked.

Unlike his older brother, Robby could fib with the best of them. Without missing a beat he answered, "Mountain Dew. Why?"

"I always thought it smelt like piss," Mr. Wilson replied. Eddie practically spit his mouthful of pizza across the room.

A startled Robby gulped the last few swigs down saying, "Tastes great to me."

"Well, enjoy it son. I'll stick to Coke," Mr. Wilson replied winking at Eddie.

"Eddie, what say we tell Robby about your day. Shall we?" asked Mr. Wilson causing his oldest child to spit out the mouthful of Coke he had just taken. A stunned Robby sat listening with rapt attention as his father and brother retold today's events, carefully leaving out any mention of their discussions about Robby's sexual escapades. By the time they were finished young Robby's boner could not be contained inside his tight white briefs as his shaft was half exposed over the waistband leaking something fierce.

"Now remember, none of this goes beyond these four walls. Not even to Jamie. Got it?" Mr. Wilson said with a wink to Robby knowing full well that he would anyway.

"Yes sir," Robby replied.

"Looks like you got a bit excited hearing all that son."

Glancing down at the erection towering above his underwear, Robby was tempted to shove it back inside but bobby gave it a few tugs without even thinking about it.

"Son, if we're going to be totally honest with you, I kind of figured out a few things today. Seems Eddie doesn't have much of a poker face. He never confirmed anything, but I could tell by his expression what happened when I asked a few questions about you and Jamie. (Ok, not exactly the truth but Mr. Wilson didn't want Eddie to take any heat from Robby afterwards.) Why don't you fill me in on the rest."

Robby's boner began to fade immediately hearing that his father knew of his gay sex, or at least guessed much of it. It took some more prodding on Mr. Wilson's part though eventually Robby, mostly with the help of bobby, told his father some of the more mild highlights. He didn't mention Jamie's gangbang, bobby working a glory hole, or any water sports, though Eddie had earlier. When he finished, Robby was emotionally drained. By comparison, bobby was rock solid hard again.

"That's pretty amazing at 14 years old son. I want you to know I love you very, very much and always will. Your mom does too. And as I said before, what we just told each other stays among the three of us. Agreed?"

"Yes." "Absolutely." Eddie and Robby shouted.

"Well, your mom and sister will be home soon. You boys should head up to your room. You might want to take care of those," Mr. Wilson indicated by looking down at his sons' erections straining their clothes, what little they wore. "I'm heading to bed myself."

Getting up Mr. Wilson walked over to his sons embracing them in the biggest bear hugs he had ever given. Kissing the tops of their heads, he slapped their butts and said goodnight.

At the doorway, Mr. Wilson turned back to Robby and said, "Robby finish your drink then throw away the pizza boxes." Winking at his eldest, Mr. Wilson watched as Robby picked up the piss filled glass and chugged it down. "Yuck, I don't know how you drink that. They should call it Mountain Piss."

"It's delicious." Thinking it was Eddie's and not his father's, Robby continued, "Like they say: Good to the last drop."

"Well, I'm glad you like it. Good night boys."

Once Eddie and Robby cleaned up from dinner they bound up the stairs in record time. Moments after closing and locking their bedroom door Eddie was feeding bobby some hard cock. For his part, Robby couldn't believe all that Eddie had done as bobby sucked away. All too soon bobby swallowed a small load of Eddie's baby makers then Robby crept up to lie next to Eddie. Licking his lips bobby asked, "Did you really do all that shit at the KFC? Even sucking dick?"

"I didn't suck any dick. He practically raped my throat. He's huge," Eddie complained rubbing his neck at the memory.

"If you think he's big, you should try Mr. Pierce or Eze. Now THOSE are HUGE."

"No thanks. I'm worried about the girls brother. The mom indicated I'd probably be blowing him if I needed punishing."

"Yeah, He's got a sweet black cock. I think his father was white though cause he looks it. I'd suck his dick again," bobby said.

"Whose cock wouldn't you suck?" Eddie asked.

"Mmm, not sure there is one. A dicks a dick," bobby replied causing both boys to laugh. "You know, if you are going to have to suck cock, maybe you should practice some," bobby suggested.

Then to Robby's complete and utter astonishment, Eddie wiggled around the bed so the two boys were now in the classic 69 position. Tugging away Robby's briefs, Eddie engulfed as much of Robby's cock as possible.

Robby/bobby's head was about to explode. It didn't, but his balls sure did, filling Eddie's mouth with hot, fresh cum. Eddie for the first time lasted longer than Robby. The brothers devoured each other's boy batter as they greedily suckled the deflating organs until they became too sensitive.

"Holy Fuck. I can't believe you really did that," a bewildered Robby gasped.

Shrugging his shoulders, Eddie said, "After everything that's happened today, I figured what the hell, why not."

"Well? What did you think?"

"Not bad. Your dick didn't taste like anything. It was a shit load easier than the throat pounding I took today."

"And my spunk?" Robby inquired.

Licking his lips again, Eddie answered, "A little metallic. Not as gross as I thought."

Being 18 and 14, the Wilson boys were randy young men with hormones raging. Robby reached over and began stroking his older brother's expanding dick. bobby asked, "Want to do it again?"

"Sure, what the hell. Why not."

After the second 69, bobby rolled over and snuggled up as the inside spoon to big brother/big spoon Eddie. Wiggling his ass, bobby said, "Nite bro. I can't wait until you're back inside me again."

Eddie rested his 18 year old inflating cock between bobby's ass cheeks. "Me too baby bro. Me too," he whispered in Robby's ear while wrapping his arm tightly around Robby/bobby. The last thing Eddie did before closing his eyes was to kiss the side of Robby's face gently.

It took Robby/bobby a bit longer to settle down as his mind was working a million miles an hour from all the revelations of tonight. Eventually, both boys drifted off to sleep dreaming about, what else, sex. For Eddie it was girls and being dominated, for Robby with boys and being a pig.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note: Not so much Robby/bobby as I originally thought. I never saw any of the Eddie storyline coming, did you? What interesting things will happen now that Mr. Wilson knows about his kinky sons? Will Eddie be humiliated more and if so by whom?

Next Chapter(s) we take a diversion to see what Bicha Ian Archer is doing.

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