WARNING: The following is a purely fictional story containing graphic descriptions of sexual activities between an boy, a man and woman. Read no further if you are under the age of 18, against free speech, or not generally aroused by stories of this type. It is my deepest wish that no child ever be harmed. If you like this story, don't forget to donate to nifty.org. To support this website, please remember to donate.
1984
Chapter 2
We stood in line behind a man who was much older in age than Winston and his boy who was about my age. As I looked around, there wasn't much snow left on the ground. Only the biting cold wind remained me that it was December and only a day left till Christmas. Even with the thick winter coat I had on, I could still feel the frigid chill breathing through the wool fabric. I cuddled up next to Winston, burying my face into his woolly coat and using his adult frame to block the cold gust. When the breeze abated I peeked my right eye from my husband's jacket to glimpse a long line of men adjacent to ours. There were 20 single men in all standing in a separate line waiting like us to get into Chuck E Cheese. When we finally got in a teenage girl with blonde hair, a deep set of freckles and wire braces escorted Winston and me to our table. The concave booth with a round table was covered by a long red table cloth that covered down to the floor. On top of the table stood a menu, a large box of Kleenex, two large bottles of oil and KY jelly. But before I sat down, I took my coat off, pulled my t-shirt over my head and handed them to our teenage waitress. I than took off my shoes and socks, pulled down my pants and underwear and handed all that I was wearing to the teenage girl. The room felt warm as I stood there naked.
"Would you like any condoms?" She asked Winston. He shook his head no and sat down at our booth. Our waitress walked away with my clothes. I sat down next to Winston as he looked over the menu.
"What would you like?" He asked me.
"Pepperoni Pizza and a Pepsi."
When our waitress returned, I stepped out of our booth and stood next to her as she bent herself lower to wrote a number on my bare back. She than placed a number card on our table. Our number was 72, the same number on my back.
"Now what can I get for you.?" She asked Winston.
"A large pepperoni pizza and Pepsi. And I'll have the ribeye steak with baked potatoes and a bottle of red wine."
"And how would you like your steak?"
"Rare, please."
After writing down our order, our waitress informed us of our first sponsor.
"You're getting off to a fast start. A sponsor is willing to pay 100 tickets to see you rub oil on your boy. Or if you let him oil your boy's body himself, he'll pay one thousand tickets."
Winston was not a jealous person and he was always looking for deals that can score us free stuff. As for me I'd do anything for Winston. Even if it meant a strange man putting his hands all over my body.
"Sure a thousand tickets it is."
Our waitress looked over to an over weight man with a beard and unkept hair and nodded for him to approach our table. When he stood in front of me our waitress opened the oil bottle, handed it to the man and left.
The over weight man was wearing a red t-shirt with the Flash logo on it and denim shorts. He stood over me and had a yearning look on his face. I looked up and saw the bottle titled down over my head. When he squeezed, liquid streamed down on to my chest, shoulders and arms. The oil was warm to my skin. As he continued to squeeze, I turned around to have the oil spill onto my back and bare butt. When the bottle was half empty he placed it back on the table. The man kneeled down on his knees and began rubbing the warm oil all over my pee pee, inner thigh and lower tummy. His gaze was fixed on my little boy dick. A delight in his face came when he successfully awakened my penis. The man took his time and after ten minutes, every inch of my flesh was covered in the slick fluid. The man then looked over at Winston and whispered under his breath.
"I'll pay you $500, if I you let me cum on your boy?"
When I heard that, I knew right away that was against the rules of Chuck E Cheese. There was a law that said that sponsors and customers weren't allowed to exchange body fluids. But of the many times we have been coming to Chuck E Cheeses, Every strange man had offered to pay us under the table for them to shoot their juices either on me or in my presence. Winston without saying or nodding conveyed his approval for the stranger's request. We then sat back down in the booth. With the table cloth obscuring the restaurant cameras the obese man unzipped his pants and began to jerk off with me seated next to him. Our sponsor knew he had to make it quick as our waitress could be back anytime with our food. The fat man rubbed his dick frantically.
"I'm cumming." He whispered to me. I than went under the table and placed my head in between his legs. My face was so close to his penis that the tip of his pee pee began to slap me on my forehead, checks and nose. Then I felt hot juice dripping and smearing on my face and lips. After a minute of squeezing every drop of his hot juice the fat man zipped up his pants, got up from our table and left. Winston then handed me some tissue paper and I cleaned my face and neck of the fat man's sticky hot juice. Instead of getting out from under the table, I saw that Winston had unzipped his pant and took out his dick. I moved over and immediately swallowed my husband's whole penis, cramming as much of it has I could down my throat. I sucked, I tugged and pulled my husband's dick with my lips and tongue. I wet and licked every inch of his penis, from the tip down to the base and even his ball sack. Winston as he like to do sometimes, he doesn't warns me when his about to cum and with out expecting it, my husband's love juice shot out, hitting me in the the side of my face. And I as his devoted boy, did my best not to miss a single drop of his love juice. With my finger I smeared the juice that was on the side of my face back into my mouth and swallowed. I could never stop relishing the eating of love juice my husband was giving me.
When I was finally done satisfyingly my husband, I got up from under the table and noticed our food had already arrived. I had worked up such an appetite that I had eaten six slice's of pizza. Four slices was the normal amount I would eat. When I was done eating I asked Winston if I could go play in the arcade. Winston checked my back to see if the number was fading.
"Okay, but first ask the girl working the arcade floor to redo your number."
As soon as he said that, I hoped out from our booth and ran to the arcade floor. When I got there, I saw a bouncy house, hand pit, swings, seesaw and dozens of arcade machines. The floor had about 12 to 15 boys playing. Their ages ranged from my age up to 14. There was one black boy and several Hispanic boys. All the other boys were white, I was the only Asian boy here,. All the boys were naked, running around, jumping and getting wet from the arcade machines that used water. I walked up to a teenage girl with red hair that was working the floor and asked her to redo my number. After remarking the number 72 on my back the first ride I wanted to get on were the swings. The swings at Chuck E Cheeses were different than other swings. Instead of sitting on a seat, I I stood up on a wide plank. With my legs spread wide open, I swung myself toward a wall with a picture of Chuck E himself. But instead of painted eyes, holes were cut out of them, and behind the wall were dozens of sponsors. The goal was to swing myself close to but not touch Chuck E's mouth with my pee pee. I was always good at the swings. I noticed ten different pair of eyes watching me as my penis swung toward the picture of a mouse. I must have made hundreds of tickets from doing the swings. The next ride I did as the hand pit. When I stepped up to the edge of the pit, me along with six other boys waited till the bell rang. When the bell rang, we all belly flopped into the pit with a metal gate below. The gate had a grade that had hundreds of small circle cavities for a single hand to stick through. As always, when I jumped, dozens of hands propped me up from falling and hitting the metal gate. Two maybe three dozen hands moved me across the pit. I must have felt every hand and finger trying to grab my penis. As always I was the first to cross to the other side of the pit. I must have made hundreds more tickets. Afterwards, I played some of the machines. The first machine was a private photo both. Inside the photo booth there was a glass wall that separated me from the sponsors. Each sponsor had purchased a disposable film camera and with 30 snap shots, the sponsors from behind the glass wall instructed me on how to pose. I must have had 20 different sponsors while I was in the photo booth machine. As predictable, every single sponsor asked if I was old enough to shoot love juice. Despite telling them I'm still too young, they all insist I try to jerk off as they snap photos of me.
I had been playing for almost two hours. I decided to head back to our booth. But Winston wasn't there. I waited for a few minutes when he finally showed up. He was tucking his shirt back down his pants when he got to the table. From what I had just witnessed, Winston must have also been a sponsor. That meant I must have earn a huge haul of tickets, enough to play for our meal and extra for Winston to sponsor other boys.
"Did you have fun JD?" He asked me,
"I did, but I'm tired now, can we go home?"
"Sure, thing." Winston flagged our waitress and she arrived aback at our booth with my clothes.
"Congratulations!" Our teenage waitress said to me. "You earn over 100 thousand tickets. Would you like to save them for your next visit."
"Yes! Please do." Winston said. As I was putting my underwear back on, I realized that 100 thousand tickets was enough for another free steak dinner.
When Winston and I stepped outside the restaurant, both lines were gone and it was getting late in the day. Winston held my hand as we crossed the street. When we got to the other side, we stood in front of a bistro with an outdoor patio. But instead of walking to our car, Winston just stood there. I looked up at him and determined that he was staring at an old man who was dining outside with a middle age woman.
"Winston, do you know them?" I asked.
Winston paused for a long while and finally answered.
"Yes! He's my first husband."