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Robin on Spring Break	By : AdultBat Category: DC Verse Television > Batman Views: 4592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Robin had to discreetly shake his head and clear the memories of his lustful experiences and focus on what led him to this hotel roof and this situation. It was a difficult proposition with a mouth tentatively lubricating his throbbing cock.
He suddenly realized it wasn’t only his dick that was throbbing – his head was in pain, too. Suddenly, the adventure which led to his waking up on the roof started unfolding in his memory. After two nights of sex as Robin he remembered he left his hotel with the intention of having fun and trying to get some action as Dick Grayson. It seemed reasonable, so many other college kids were hooking up with costumes on consisting of nothing more than bathing suits. Surely there was someone for him. Earlier in the day on the beach he ran into some classmates from his school and they told him of their plans for that night. It would start at a bar or two and eventually end up at someone’s hotel room if they all hadn’t found someone to pair off with yet. Dick thought about suggesting his hotel but it was further away than the rest of the college hotels and the management might frown upon any raucous activity.
Dick raced back from the beach to his hotel room to prepare for the night. He ordered room service thinking he wanted something in his stomach since he expected to drink alcohol and knew he did not have much tolerance. After a burger and fries he showered and was soon on his way to the meeting point.
He had a fake ID with him that was lent to him by some dude who boasted didn’t need to go out because he had a surefire fuck coming his way. Dick was nervous to be carrying contraband like that but he had memorized the identity details in case he was questioned. To his surprise nobody even carded him when he arrived at the club. He made his way to the bar since it was not crowded and he figured it would look cooler when his other friends showed up. He ordered a beer thinking it would not draw too much attention from the bartender in case he chose to question his credentials.
Dick thought he would milk his first beer but each sip added up as he waited for his companions to arrive. He was promised to take the second one slower. He thought he would be content sitting at the bar as a loner but his insecurities were having their say and he began to feel that people were viewing him more as a loser. His remedy for his young adult anxiety was another beer and halfway into his third he was feeling a buzz. With his back to the entrance he was about to look around again for any friendly faces and if there were none maybe head out when as he spun around he was face to face with a fresh faced co-ed who smiled as soon as their eyes locked.
“Hey,” she said and “Hey,” with a nod he replied. Soon she had joined him on the adjacent barstool and they were engrossed in conversation that exchanged no real details but seemed so deep when mixed with the discovery of a new person. Over several more drinks they figured out which schools each attended and what major he was pursuing and the one she was changing to. When she asked Dick if he would like to go outside he almost blew it by saying he was waiting for friends but mercifully some brain function initiated in time for him to follow her out.
“Do you have a car?” she asked scraping the pebbles in the parking lot.
“Er, no,” he replied with a bit of surprise, “do most college kids have one here?”
“I suppose not,” she continued, “anyway we can probably walk there.”
‘Where’ was a question Dick probably should have asked but he just followed her shuffling steps out of the parking lot and on to the main drag.
After 15 minutes or so they were at a building that looked like an auditorium. Dick questioned if this is where they really wanted to go and she assured him it was with a kiss and a grab of his hand to lead him further. The lobby was full of people and Dick was thoroughly confused as to what might happen next. Still being tugged along they eventually found themselves in an empty hallway of the high school (as it turned out) they had entered.
“Please tell me this isn’t your school.” Dick had a sinking feeling. She reminded him of the university where she was attending and told him this was just a lecture the town had set up as an alternative for college students who wanted the beach but not the alcohol.
“But we’ve already drunken.” Dick realized he was more buzzed than he thought.
“Well, no one said we can’t do both. Don’t worry, we’ll go out after.”
“Okay,” the tipsy Grayson agreed, “but I have to go to the bathroom first.” The volume of beer was testing his bladder.
“Of course, it’s this way.” How did she know the layout of the school so well?
I’ll be right back,” Dick informed her but to his surprise she followed him passed the door marked Boys. Wondering but not panicking about what was next he aligned himself to a urinal and as he was about to unzip he felt her hand reach around him, unbutton his jeans, and pull down his zipper. The fact that she reached inside his drawers and pulled out his cock and balls did not shock him at this point. With confidence she held his shaft and asked him where he wanted her to aim. She asked his name again and tried to spell it out keeping his stream contained to the porcelain. After draining his urge, she shook him several times leaving him with a dry fire hat.
“I always wanted to do that,” she said as she maintained her hold on his member. “Should I shake it again for good luck?” and without waiting for an answer she whipped his lasso around a few times, “and let’s say two additional strokes to see if you’ll get lucky.” In little time his penis switched from peeing mode to pleasure position. Still facing the urinal Dick’s pick-up had her abdomen pressing against his ass and was now stroking his long solid muscle. Her caresses felt magical and not knowing whether to turn around or not he put his hands against the wall, perp style, as her rhythm increased. “You’re going to like this lecture, I’m sure,” she promised.
“Yes, yes, it’s starting out great,” he grunted. She had a way of twisting her wrist every time she reached the crown of his rocket. It felt incredible. “Uggh, ooohh,” he screamed with the echo’s of the tiles coming back to them. “Yes, yes,YES, ohmygodthat’sfuckingunbelieveable!” he cried out as his cum frosted the urinal and leaked down to her hand giving it more lubrication as she continued to rub.
Dick remembered both of them eventually washing their hands in the bathroom sink and then the rest of the night blended together at a blitzkrieg pace. First, the lecture: he had neglected to look at the program but once the speaker came on stage he saw it was respected professor, William Omaha McElroy, normally a well respected academic but subject to spells of delusion where he assumed the persona of King Tut. Strutting about stage in his Egyptian attire, Dick knew trouble lay ahead and wanted to burst. In fact, he said to his date (what was her name?), “Do you know who that is?”
She replied, “Of course I do. Isn’t he great? After Spring Break, I’m going to follow him around to different universities, educating students everywhere. I was hoping you would join me as part of his security detail.”
“Security detail? He’s a nut. We need security from him.”
“No, Dick, you are confused. His brilliance is just misunderstood. If you just spend one half hour with him like I did, you’d understand.”
Realizing that her rationality had been compromised and with his crime fighting instincts on full alert, he realized he needed to abandon his college guy persona and don his crime fighting costume. Dick Grayson could not stop King Tut but Robin, the Boy Wonder would. He shot up from his seat with barely an apology and bolted for the exit.
Normally the transformation from ordinary citizen to Caped Crusader took as long as it took for gravity to absorb his body down the Bat-pole. This time he needed to run back to his hotel, change clothes, sneak out of the hotel and run back. The whole process left him breathless and, frankly, too late. The lecture was over and the high school was empty.
With the details still murky Robin remembered the darkened windows of the school auditorium and the empty parking lot. No decision was needed on whether to inspect the premises or not as in the distance he could see the wide body of King Tut strutting back in the direction of the bars and his entourage flanking him.
He recalled thinking he needed to head them off and save the girl whose name he could not remember. Catching up quickly and following at a discreet but audible distance, Robin heard Tut tell his followers that they must recruit nubile girls so that he could choose one as his queen. At that point he decided to make his stand and jumped in front of the rabble. “Stop right there, Tut. There will be no exit for the Nile here, only jail.”
“Oh look, the Caped Crumb is here. Can the Cowled Creep be far behind or are you two on separate vacations?”
“I won’t let your plan succeed, you misguided monarch.”
“This pimply plebian bores me. Tutlings, cast him aside so we can be on our way.” Several burly guys emerged and Robin immediately identified them as the types who went to schools just to be bullies. He avoided them in high school but now with this territory under his command he had no problem in teaching them a lesson. He waited for one to make the first move and when it happened he easily avoided the wild swing. What he did not account for was is drunken condition which still allowed him evasive instincts but not the balance to recover. Robin decided he needed to be the aggressor but his attacks were equally wild and soon the Tutlings figured he was no threat and began taunting him. This just infuriated Robin more but it also made him lose whatever composure remained. The alcohol and exertion were tiring him. Two thugs grabbed his arms and in a complete surprise another snuck up behind him and grabbed the back of his trunks and yanked up giving the Boy Wonder and man sized wedgey. They all laughed, especially the girl Robin’s alter ego was just intimate with. Holding him up by his briefs, they carried him over to a street sign where they unceremoniously hung him. His humiliation complete, they walked on.
Eventually, Robin was able to free himself before any passerby’s took further advantage of him. He dislodged the fabric from the crack of his butt and decided it would be more prudent to follow King Tut from the rooftops. He summoned the memory of the initial climb, then jumping from one roof to another, but ultimately his day in the sun and beer induced paralysis must have conspired to instigate his blacking out on top of the hotel.
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