Urinal Boy 8: Randy Sleeps Over
By
Toby Tyler
I know, I know, it's been too long since I've updated the story! So without further ado, the usual disclaimer and the next chapter: The story is completely fiction. If you enjoyed my story, you can check out some of my other stories on Nifty: Seventh Grade Foot Slave, Fucked-Up Kid, Brother Sucker, Scat Boy for Pay, Poor Little Shit Boy and Zack in the Box. I love to hear from my readers. You can email me at Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com, and please remember to mention the title of the story in the subject line.
Chapter 8
"There's my dad's car," I said to Randy as we waited outside the school next Friday afternoon.
"Oh God, I'm so nervous!" he gasped. "Especially after that story you told me about what you guys did last week! I don't think I'm ready to eat anyone's shit just yet!"
"I can't guarantee they'll be easy on you, but just keep in mind that whatever they make you do, I've had to do for them already."
"Okay."
My dad pulled up to the curb and Randy and I got in the back seat. "Hi Dad," I said. "This is my friend Randy. The one I told you about. We met in the boys' restroom."
"You like hanging around restrooms like my son, Randy?"
"Yes, sir. Jaden and I drink from the urinals at school together sometimes!" Randy exclaimed, eager to make a good impression on my father.
"That's good, because we don't have a place for you to sleep. You don't mind sleeping on the cold tile floor in our bathroom, right near the toilet, do you?"
"Not at all."
As we got onto the highway, I began to strip naked, starting with my shoes and socks. Randy started to follow my lead and strip, too. Then my dad stopped me.
"Not yet, Jaden. I need you to run into the convenience store and pick up some cigarettes for Adam.
I knew what this meant. I'd have to suck off the teenage guy behind the counter again before he'd sell the cigarettes to me. Not that I minded. I loved it when I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth behind the counter. He'd be selling lottery tickets and Twinkies to customers, and none of them had any idea that I was under the counter going down on him at the same time.
I remained dressed while Randy slowly continued to strip down in the back seat next to me. It thrilled me to see someone else do what I had been doing for my dad and brother for several years now.
We pulled into the convenience store. Dad gave me the money. Just as I was reaching for the car door, he grabbed me by the arm. "Hold on a second, Jaden."
He took out a felt-tip marker and took the cap off of it. With one hand holding my chin, he proceeded to write something on my forehead. "There," he said. "Now you can go in."
I had no idea what Dad had written on my face, and I decided I wasn't going to look in the mirror until I got back in the car. I was going to let it be a surprise.
Inside the convenience store, I tried to nonchalantly meander over to the counter, hoping that none of the customers would notice me. A woman on her way out did notice me, and I could see a look of horror on her face as she read what Dad had written on my forehead. The only other person in the convenience store was a middle-aged man. He looked at me with disgust, spat and then walked past me, making a point to bump into me and shove me into a rack of Christian audio books as he stormed out.
I made my way to the counter. My favorite sweaty, pimply teenaged cashier was there, as usual. I looked forward to serving him.
"Oh, it's you again. Back for more, I see?"
"Yes, please."
I saw him squinting as he read what was written on my forehead. "So you're advertising now. You been walking around with that on you all day?"
"No, just now."
"Well, I know it's definitely true."
"It must be. My dad wrote it. I don't even know what it says."
"You sure got balls, kid!" "I'd like to lick YOUR balls," I smiled.
"You came at just the right time. I was just about to go bust a nut in the john. Hey kid, can you mind the counter for a minute? I got to take a shit before we get started."
"Sure. But promise me one thing."
"What?"
"Just don't wipe your ass. You know I want to lick you clean."
The convenience story guy smiled as I got behind the counter and he made for the rest room."
My favorite sexy, pimply, sweaty convenience store clerk took his sweet time in the rest room. He took so long that I had no choice but to help several customers. I had no idea how to use the cash register, and I'm sure I looked like an idiot when I was trying to figure it out. It gave me a tingle of pleasure each time a customer noticed what my dad had written on my forehead. I especially enjoyed the awkwardness and looks of horror it produced. I especially found myself getting hard when a good-looking guy came in and read the message on my forehead.
Then a really sexy blond skater boy came in. He leafed through some magazines before he picked up a package of Twinkies and walked up to the counter. Like all my other customers, he stared at my forehead in disbelief.
"Are you for real?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"And nobody beat the shit out of you yet?"
"Not yet."
"Well, is that what you want? Does it like turn you on if some guy beats the shit out of you? For havin' somethin' like that written on your forehead?"
"Not particularly."
"Then what are you trying to prove?"
"I dunno. That I'm not ashamed, I guess."
The skater boy seemed to believe me. "Hold on a sec," he said.
He walked over to the magazine rack and picked out four glossy teen magazines. They were the kind girls liked, filled with pinups of cute teen boy stars. He placed them on the counter. He was blushing. He looked quite embarrassed, but he gave me a shy smile.
"Jerk off material," he said, blushing.
I pointed to one of the Jonas Brothers on the cover. "He's cute, aint he?"
The skater boy looked even more embarrassed. "He's totally fuckin' hot!"
I rang up the boy's Twinkies and magazines. He paid for them and then started to leave. He hesitated at the door.
"Hey, what's your number?" he asked, pulling out his cell phone.
I gave him my number, which he put into his phone. "Thanks," he said. "I might just give you a call sometime."
My convenience store clerk came out of the toilet and joined me behind the counter. "Okay, on your knees and start licking my ass. I'm saving toilet paper by using you instead."
"Thank you so much!"
I undid his belt and slid his pants down, revealing his muscular, pimply butt. I could smell the fresh shit already. I spread his ass cheeks and inspected the brown streaks around his butt crack. I decided to slowly lick from the outside in, starting at the cheek and ending up with my tongue in his puckered hole. I spent a good five minutes using my tongue to dig the shit out of every crease, ridge and pucker of his anus, and wiggled my tongue around his hole a bit for good measure. I wrapped my lips around the pucker and sucked on it for a bit. He seemed to enjoy that, pressing my face further into his ass with his hand.
I savored the bittersweet taste of his shit on my tongue. I had to keep swallowing my shitty saliva as I licked. Eventually his hole was clean, and I turned around to suck his cock.
"Oh no you don't," he said. "Not after you've been licking my ass!" He grabbed a box of condoms from the shelf behind him. "Here," he said, handing me the box. "Put the rubber on before you start working on my cock.
Dutifully, I opened the condom package, took one out and unrolled it onto his cock. It was pre-lubricated. I sniffed it. I didn't like the rubbery, chemical smell. I had never actually used a condom before. Condoms were forbidden at Dad's house.
I began sucking on the condom-covered cock. I didn't like it at all. The smell and taste of the rubber made me gag. But still, I went on with it, sucking him as best as I could.
I guess he was really horny from my licking his ass. I had only just begun sucking him when he grabbed my head and started face-fucking me violently. I knew that when a guy started doing that to me the only thing I could do was relax my throat and hold on. It wasn't pleasant to have him ride my throat like that, but I just waited patiently until I heard him moan. Then he thrust his dick as far as it would go down my throat. I felt it pulse and fill the condom with sperm.
I carefully took the condom off his cock, being sure not to spill the precious fluid. I wiped his cock head off with a napkin and then drank the contents of the condom, tossing it into the wastebasket afterwards.
Once I had done my duty, my convenience store clerk sold me the cigarettes and rudely kicked me out of the store. I joined Dad and Randy in the car.
Dad noticed that I was trying to get a look at myself in the rear-view mirror, trying to see what nasty thing he had written on my forehead. "Don't look now, Jaden," he said. "Let it be a surprise."
As we got onto the highway, Randy and I began to undress each other in the backseat. Another fun weekend had begun.
I was showing Randy how we did laundry at my dad's house. "The underwear and the socks are what's important," I explained to him. "Everything else can just go right in the washing machine. But once we've sorted the underwear and socks, they've got to be pre-treated."
"My mom uses one of those stain sticks to pre-treat the laundry," Randy said.
"Okay," I said, holding a badly stained pair of white jockey-shorts up to the light, "this one's Adam's. He's a size 28. Dad's a size 34. That's how you can tell. Looks pretty stained, huh?"
"I'm getting hard just looking at it!" Randy giggled. I could tell he desperately wanted to sniff the skid mark.
"Okay, pre-treating is simple," I continued to explain. "This is all you do," I said, taking the underwear and putting the shit-stained part of it in my mouth. I sucked the shitty skid mark for a few seconds to demonstrate.
"Oh fuck," Randy gasped, his eyes wide open. "This is how you do laundry around here?!! I'm gonna pre-treat all my brother's undies for him when I get home!"
I handed Randy the pair that I had already been sucking on. "Here, work on these for a while. I'm gonna start sucking the sweat out of Dad's socks."
Randy and I spent most of the morning sucking the shit and piss stains out of the pile of underwear in the laundry basket. I noticed that Randy especially liked sucking the sweat out of Adam's dirty socks. Some of Adam's socks were so filthy they could have stood on end. Since we were naked, we could both see how hard the laundry work was making our cocks.
Randy turned to me. "So they don't let you jack off?" he asked.
"When I'm here, it's my job to serve Dad and Adam. I'm not allowed to please myself in any way."
"Gosh, this must drive you nuts! Watching you blow your brother last night was too damn hot! I'm so horned up I can't stand it! I need some release soon or I'm gonna burst! My balls hurt!"
"You get used to it."
"Say," Randy said, giving me a sneaky look, "those guys are out of the house right now. Why dontcha blow me? They'd never know."
"I dunno. It's against the rules."
"It's against the rules for you, but not for me," Randy insisted. "I'm just a guest. Come on, blow me why dontcha?"
"Trust me, it's more exciting if you keep yourself horny and frustrated. On Monday we can meet up after school and you'll be ready to explode."
"I'm ready to explode now. So is this really what you do every weekend? You're like their slave!"
"Well, every other weekend."
"But I mean, this is the routine, right?"
"Yeah, I take off my clothes in the car. No clothes, no shower, no brushing my teeth, no leaving the house. Only eating from my dog bowl and only drinking from the toilet bowl."
"Serving their every whim."
"Yeah. Cleaning up after them, cooking for them. All that stuff."
"Dude, I'm so horny right now. If you don't blow me I'm gonna jack myself off."
"Don't. They might come in any minute and catch you."
"Well, how long are they gonna be gone for? And where did they go?" "They never tell me. They always keep me guessing."
"This is torture!"
"I know. They are pretty good with their dirty tricks. Like hiding all the mirrors in the house so I still have no idea what Dad wrote on my forehead. I was in that convenience store the whole time not knowing what it said, but it must have been something pretty nasty because it sure freaked people out!"
"If you blow me, I'll tell you what it says,"
"Nah. I'll find out when they want me to find out."
I picked up another pair of underwear and began to lick at the skid mark. Randy began working on another pair of socks. We were both on the floor, on our knees in front of the laundry basket. I put the underwear on top of the pile of laundry and buried my face in it. Then I smelled the sweaty armpit of one of Adam's t-shirts, and I buried my nose in the t-shirt, enjoying the heavenly scent. As I did so, I turned so that my butt was facing Randy. I leaned forward into the laundry basket so that my ass was up a little. I knew that Randy was in the perfect position to view my exposed butthole.
It didn't take long before Randy dropped the socks and made his way to my butt, cautiously sniffing and then licking my hole. I was starting to get hard again as I felt his tongue slide in and out like a piston. I continued to sniff and suck at the dirty items in the laundry basket while I let Randy get his pleasure from licking and sucking my ass. I could hear him jacking himself off and when I could tell he was about to cum I pulled my ass away from his face.
"Dammit, Jaden! I was just about to shoot!"
"I know! That's why I stopped you."
"No fair!"
"Save your tongue for the laundry. And besides, your mouth is going to get a workout when Dad and Adam get home."
"Now I'm thirsty."
"You know where the toilet is. Go get yourself a drink."
"Okay."
When Dad and Adam got home, they decided to put Randy on toilet paper duty. Since he had to sleep in the bathroom anyway, Randy's job was to spend most of the weekend in the bathroom sitting on the little rug in front of the toilet. Only I was privileged to suck cock and drink cum. But Randy couldn't really complain. Randy had to wait and wait until someone had to take a shit, and then he got to lick their buttholes clean for them. And he had plenty of piss to drink. I'll have to admit that Randy was a good ass licker, as he cleaned mine a number of times that weekend.
Since we couldn't bathe, shower or brush our teeth for the whole weekend, Randy and I had started to stink pretty badly. Randy's breath wasn't the greatest, especially since his tongue had been on toilet paper duty. My own face and ass were smeared with dried cum and piss, as Dad and Adam had used me at both ends several times that weekend. But we did have to scrub ourselves up before Dad brought me to my mom's house and Randy to his parents' house. So the two of us took a bath together, taking plenty of time to finger each other's buttholes and soap each other's hard-on's up, stopping right when we were about to cum. Neither of us had had an orgasm the whole weekend, and we couldn't wait until Monday after school when we would meet each other in the woods and finally get our release.
While we were in the middle of our bath, Adam came into the bathroom with a little hand mirror.
"I thought you might like to see what Dad wrote on your face before you wash it off," he said, handing the mirror to me.
I finally held the mirror up to my face and saw what Dad had written on my forehead -- what I had been walking around with for the whole weekend!
To Be Continued
To all my readers -- email me at Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com and tell me what you think Jaden's dad wrote on the boy's forehead before he went into the convenience store. The best, most disgusting, most perverted answer will be revealed in the next chapter. Let your imaginations run wild!