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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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Bruce was determined to make his next sexual encounter more gratifying than the previous night. He did the right thing by taking his impaled date to the hospital – one of the hospitals where he was a significant donor – where he knew her exam and follow up would be handled discreetly. He also made sure that all services were paid in advance preventing any loose ends with descriptive invoices. He also checked into a hotel where he felt his comfort needs were more readily accessible. He actually did some work during the day, sat in on conference calls and sent out a few e-mails. At night, however, he was on the prowl. He thought about some clubs he could pop into but decided he would check out the hotel bar first. The occupancy seemed near capacity and there was at least one convention nearby. From his first step into the dimly lit room playing soft music for desperate travelers he found plenty of pickings. He engaged in a lot of flirtatious banter but in the end he was the one being picky. There were plenty of women who settled for someone else that night but had his face on their minds during their orgasmic moments.
Finally, he saw, what was in his mind, his perfect match. It was two women, in their early twenties, one blond and one brunette. He was determined to have them both. They idea of two tonight to replace the one he missed yesterday made perfect sense. They already seemed a tipsy when he approached them but they told him they had just begun drinking and gladly accepted his offer to buy them a round. There was casual chit-chat. Then Bruce made clear his intention for the both of them that night. There was an ungainly pause in the conversation then they looked at each other and said, ‘why not but it will cost you a few more drinks’. He was happy to oblige.
When they left Bruce put his arm around each of them. One asked if he was leaving without paying the bill and he said it was taken care of. She didn’t believe him and was not going to go with some man who walks out on working people. She returned to the bar to cover the tab but the bartender told her it was already paid. She persisted, ‘He took care of you?’ and was shocked when he replied, ‘Ma’am he paid for the drinks and my son’s first semester of college next year. In my book, I’m taken care of.’ Impressed and overwhelmed by his generosity and potential, she hurried to catch up with the rich man and her friend.
Their reaction to his room indicated they were staying in more modest accommodations. Nevertheless, they tried to act cool and poured themselves another drink. Gulping it, they poured another. ‘Why don’t you ladies get more comfortable and by comfortable, I mean naked,’ Bruce directed them as he loosened his tie. They giggled but complied. Both had well maintained bodies and not a trace of hair anywhere but their heads. He was encouraged when they began kissing each other as he completed his undressing. They seemed to enjoy it and rubbing each other’s breasts but they froze in amazement when they saw his massive member and watched it grow in front of their eyes. Standing there in front of the two his erection reached a perpendicular point before one reached out to touch it and slide her hand up and down it. ‘Now I know why you need the two of us.’
Even though making love to two usually took longer, Bruce wanted his first ejaculation to come quickly. He needed to relieve the backed up semen that burdened his walking, sitting, and sometimes breathing all day. They both were stroking his cock together when the blond decided to step up and take him in her mouth. She gagged at first then relaxed a bit and was able to assume more and more of it into her mouth. Her blonde friend kept saying, ‘You go girl,’ and then placed her hand behind the fair haired neck and nudged her further down Bruce’s pole. It may have seemed like the right thing to do but her friend already had him in her mouth as far as she could possible go. She started choking violently and Bruce withdrew before her convulsion clamped down on his dick. She continued to cough and then her coughing turned to puking. From the volume of her puking Bruce guessed she really took advantage of a buffet before drinks.
Her brunette friend followed her into the bathroom where the heaving continued. Bruce checked to see if they were going to be okay. The one with the ability to still converse apologized, ‘I’m afraid we’re not going to be very good company tonight. It’s best if we head back to our room. She grabbed the two robes hanging in the bathroom and put them on herself and her friend. As she passed the bed she also grabbed their dresses in a bunch and headed to leave. Bruce was still throbbing and asked with no trace of inappropriateness, ‘I know your friend is certainly not up for anything but before you go could you…’ and looked down on his erection. Suddenly realizing how transactional he considered them she said, ‘I saw some fine ointments in your fancy bathroom. I’m sure you could give yourself a high priced whack off job,’ and slammed the door.

Looking back down at his sun drenched hummer, Robin saw the girl pull back the hair covering her face. With one hand firmly on the base of his pole and her mouth chock-full with half of his manhood he clearly saw face of the girl sucking his dick was Brittany Peck, a girl from his college – no, the smokingest girl at his college.
Suddenly the mysterious hummer that Robin awoke to and deemed average when the girl was anonymous was now feeling as if it defined the standard for what blow jobs should be. That was the power of the aura which Brittany had over the guys at their university. He shared a couple of classes with her (they were both honors students) but she never gave him much acknowledgement, even when they were temporarily lab partners. That didn’t mean she did not know who he was. Regardless, that prohibitive distance she constructed made her somehow more attractive. When she ventured to take Robin deeper into her mouth his heightened physical sensation could not contain his caution. He emitted a moan and an ‘oh yeah’ of agreed pleasure.
That slightest of responses was all Brittany needed to transform from shy experimenter back to the diva persona she had carefully crafted for herself. Immediately, she propped up and looked right at Robin’s face and to his eyes. She held his raging boner in her left hand and gently caressed his cheek with her right. “You like this don’t you?” she asked not really needing using interrogating punctuation.
“Yes,” Robin answered meekly. He realized his unconscious routine had run its course. “Do me more.” His assertiveness did not match hers but it was enough to establish some equality in this odd pairing. Brittany countered with going back down on his cock, now with more fevered animation. Robin used his hand to keep her hair back and keep her face in his focus.
He now felt more comfortable lifting his head which served to give him a better angled view but also tightened his already ripped six-pack. Brittany thought that they must look so cool together, two hot bodies, two people so above the sorry average of most college kids. Although enjoying his moment of the most desired girl at his school performing fellatio on him, the guy behind the mask lamented for a moment that he could not share this experience with anyone else. She was smoking the bone of Robin, not Dick Grayson. No one would believe Dick and she would deny it unless he chose to reveal his secret identity – something he knew he wouldn’t do. ‘I guess this is just one of the curses of my night job,’ Robin thought as he laid his head back and soaked in the sensation.
On her side of the operation Brittany was also thinking about how she could use this occurrence to promote her glory in the eyes of her sorority sisters. Sucking off Robin was turning out to be a good experience and while she could never reveal it was her first blowjob, she wanted them to think he singled out her and she had sway over him. She needed a memento, something unique. Then it came to her. Who knew good ideas could come to her while sucking a dick?
“Hey Robin,” she began after raising her mouth off his rod and stroking his tube with her left hand again, “yes, I know you are Gotham City’s famous crime fighter.” Persisting she said, “If this is going to continue – and I want it to – I need something from you.”
Robin was confused. None of his other encounters this week contained negotiations. “Can’t we talk about this later” he panted. He was nearing eruption.
“Well,” Brittany began, “I suppose so,” as her free hand caressed his cheek again, “but we might make sure it really happens if we do agree on something now.” Without warning the hand with the soft touch on his cheek reached for his mask and began to tug it up and off. It was halfway passed his eyes when he halted the completion by grabbing her wrist. They briefly wrestled, his hand trying gamely to hold her arm in place (any big movements up or down and he would help her expose him) and with Brittany battling with the much stronger boy with one hand while her other remained on his rock-hard erection. Something had to give and with her first-mover advantage and his lack of leverage while on his back she was began to eek out a lead. He knew all she had to do was to see under the mask and not even remove it to recognize him. He fought with all his strength but not all his skills – he would not hit her. Brittany pulled down and quickly jerked up clearing the mask completely off his face.
Her victorious eyes did not relish the moment long because as she turned her head to see one of Gotham City’s most protected secrets, a full load of Robin’s jizz discharged to the side of her face. Despite never feeling the blast of cum before, she knew what it was but she was not prepared for the hot sticky impression it would leave on her. She recoiled in horror and instinctively headed for the exit of the roof. In her haste and disgust, the mask dropped from her grip to the sun-baked rooftop. Robin jogged over to it; his stride compromised by the shorts at his ankles, and re-affixed it to his face. He pulled up his briefs and made a beeline for his hotel.
            The immediate withdrawal of the sun’s powerful rays made the stairwell seen darker than it actually was. Brittany stumbled near the top of the descent but ably navigated her way down once holding the railing. She couldn’t believe she had the mask of Robin – the ultimate trophy – in her hand and then splat. What was that all about? Did he come on me on purpose? And my sisters swallow that stuff? Anyhow, it didn’t matter. What Brittany held briefly she now felt entitled to own, and she would get it back.
            Several steps further she thought about what just happened on the roof further. I bet I know him. He must go to our school. Of course he does. Why else would he be here when we are here? Would I recognize him if I saw him out of costume? I couldn’t see his whole face but I did notice he had a two-toned skin thing going on obviously left by the part of his face not covered by his mask. How can I make him turn up again? Deep down but not acknowledged, Brittany also knew she fancied him. She liked his body, she liked the way he fought her, and she liked that he was her first real experience with a guy’s dick. That counted for something. “Robin, you may not realize it, but you and I are about to become a lot more intimately involved.”
            That afternoon, after a shower and a nap, Dick Grayson hit the beach. He applied a generous amount of sun block to protect his burned arms and legs. He also found a large pair of sunglasses to wear to hide his conspicuous reverse raccoon mug. While the coastline was wide it really wasn’t too long. He was sure he could walk back and forth several times and run into the girl he met last night at the club. He needed to know more of Tut’s plans.
            Walking first along the soggy sand pathway that acted as a buffer zone between the tide and the towels, Dick heard a faint plea for “A little help…” as a beach paddle ball rolled directly to him. Bending dramatically to scoop it up and, in the play-by-play motion, neatly deposit the round piece of rubber into the waiting hand of the paddle competitor. Dick froze as their hands grazed each other in anticipation of the exchange of possession. Her height caught him off guard. His eye level gaze was level with her chest. He lifted his head higher and he was looking square into the face of Darla.
            “Are you going to let me finish my game, sugar?” He could not mistake her southern drawl.
            “Absolutely…Darla.” He wondered if his casual reference to her name would prompt some level of recognition. She continued to stand there, only slightly vexed that he knew her name and she had no idea who he was. Through his glasses he was looking at her and thinking “Come on, come on!” To him, her sexiness had not diminished from their first encounter. She ended the juncture by taking the ball from his hand and saying ‘thanks’ as she returned to her game.
            Do I look that different, he asked himself. Was she that tall the other night? Granted their respective positioning on the slope of the beach left him appearing Lilliputian but, geez, they did a lot of intimate stuff. Didn’t that count for something?
            His return passage yielded no familiar faces, not even kids from his school. Setting out again, he encountered Becky, a girl that was probably only second to him in mathematical prowess in his school. She made the first overture, “Hi, Dick, I didn’t know you were coming down here for Spring Break?”
            He liked Becky. She wasn’t anyone’s idea of a prom queen but she had a sincerity that sounded a bit naïve but was more an enviable ability to let things roll off her. By definition, they were both academic geeks but while he longed for a bit of the cool factor, she was satisfied with what each day brought her. He had the higher marks but she had less emotional scar tissue. “Yeah, it was a bit of a last minute thing but here I am. I didn’t know you were coming here either.”
            “I had this week planned ever since I pledged the sorority.” Dick suddenly connected (or re-connected) that she belonged to the same Greek sisterhood as Brittany. When she first told him of her intention to join he grilled her in a parental way that says ‘don’t do it’. He told her they were schemers and to be careful. She told him that she knew of their potential meanness and that she was also aware that her acceptance to the exclusive club was probably to pump up the meager cumulative GPA that the Greeks needed on campus. True to form, it was all part of the package for her. Moving a bit closer to him, Becky asked if he had met anybody down here yet. She pulled on a strap or her flattering for her build, one-piece. Dick evasively said no, more with posture than words and was about to change the subject when she asked him to stop by their hotel tomorrow night.
            He was about to decline when all of the sudden Brittany appeared. She was eying him from 20 feet away, at first dismissively, then, she noticed his sunburned arms. When he scratched his thigh she noticed that was burned, too, even though his swim trunks were almost to his knees. Plus he was wearing embarrassingly large sunglasses. God, they looked like his mother’s. His markings could be those of the Boy Wonder. Unfortunately, he was one of maybe 25 guys she saw that day who also fit the profile.
            “Who are you?” Brittany asked with a syrupy lilt. It was the best she could do to sound interested but it fooled none of them.
            “I’m your former lab partner.” Is she for real? Make her work a bit for my name.
            Brittany came over for a specific reason and she wasn’t going to waste any time on someone who might not be Robin. “Did Becky tell you about our party tomorrow night?” Dick was about to say ‘yes she was just beginning’ but Brittany interrupted before he could respond. “Well we’re having an ‘Educate and Protect the Girls’ night. Word is out that King Tut is down here. We hear he is brilliant so we invited him to deliver a lecture at our hotel suites but we also heard he’s a bit of a whack-job and we girls may be in danger. So we are asking all strong boys to come over to learn with us and protect us if need be. Oh, and by the way, if you know Robin, the Boy Wonder, invite him, too. This night is going to be radically cool. So, it was nice to meet you, uh, lab partner.”
            Again, her genuineness was questionable but King Tut was a real menace and in his warped state people could get seriously hurt.
            “I’ll try my best,” Dick assured her with matching insincerity.
            “Dick,” Becky said holding his arm, “I know Brittany is neither your type, nor we hers, but this is a really crazy idea. Please try and come tomorrow, for me.”
            He looked at her eyes which he finally noticed were deep blue and instead of saying, “I’ll see,” what came out was, “Yes, I will.”
            Not too far further down the beach Dick stopped and watched some girlfriends playfully laughing and chasing each other in a wide circle which included a bunch of guys. It was beach scene out of a movie. He was floored with the body of one of the girls – it was much more mature than the others – when he noticed it was his girl from the previous night. He immediately moved to where they had parked themselves and without noticing the stares he was getting from all the others, Dick said hi to the perfect bikini. Her eyes lingered on him admitting that she saw him but her reaction was odd: she did not appear mad, or even standoffish, but her demeanor suggested she would not be as affectionately aggressive as the previous night.
            Dick tried to be cool, not to impress her friends, because he really had no other way to act. He had wronged her from a date perspective. If she only knew why, they would not be having this communication standoff. Finally, she stopped her lively antics with her friends and confronted him. She wanted to know the facts: why did he blow her off, what type of girl did he think she was, and then she went into the other part of the night’s activity but from a completely different perspective than he expected. “And then after the lecture – which everyone in the audience loved – we were attacked by this kid in a mask. Fortunately, Professor McElroy’s security took care of him. That’s the job I thought you could do, protecting him, protecting me.”
            Dick lied about his reasons. “I was just upset that you saw me has hired muscle and not for my mind. You remember I told you about my highly rated math capability and that I am at advanced master level in chess.” She said that she remembered and maybe she should have thought about other roles he could have following Tut. “When will you see him again?” Dick inquired.
            “Tonight at the high school,” she said, “Why don’t you come?” He confirmed a time and promised to meet her later.
            Dick arrived at the scheduled time. He wasn’t sure what his plan was. He would have to go against his training and wing it. If circumstances weren’t right he would just postpone his attack until later. He did, however, smuggle some utility belt star bursts in case something sprung up and he needed escape. If nothing else, one answer he was determined to find this night was the name of this girl. At some point she would call him out on not knowing.
            When all had assembled Dick angled his way toward the brunette. She seemed happy but slightly distant. Tut had not yet initiated his oratory so Dick asked what was up. Her composure changed to effervescent. “King Tut gave me a new name today. From now on, you must call me Neila.”
            “I can do that,” Dick said relieved that he avoided a potentially awkward question, “it’s a beautiful name. Do you like it? You have a – I don’t know – mixed emotion going on.”
            “Can you read me that well already?” Her wide genial smile immediately filled him with warmth. “I love the name and I am so happy he recognized me in this way but it also means that I am not Nefertiti, I will not be the next Queen of Thebes.”
            “How do I respond to that one?” Dick thought. “On the one hand I’m glad she won’t get any deeper into this charade but on the other hand, she wanted to.” “With no disrespect to the Sun King, I’m happy you are still on the market for a guy like me.” She smiled again and moved in closer to snuggle under his arm.
            There was what sounded like Egyptian music playing in the background and it instantly stopped when Tut entered the room. Dick adjusted his seating position on the floor to keep close to Neila and not fidget as Tut spoke. He wanted to keep alert for clues to the pandemonium he planned.
Tut began, “Many people don’t realize this but I was born in Arizona before I moved to Babylonia.” Everyone laughed. Dick did not understand why that was funny. Tut then went on to discuss his heritage and the responsibilities of being born into or acquiring wealth. He explained that, as a ruler or nations or a household, how loyalty and dependability were vital to the fabric of decency. He covered many topics and with each one gave a lucid and credible explanation how a king such as himself viewed the subject and how his Tutlings should act in accordance. It was scary because the longer he spoke, the more Dick felt like maybe people did misunderstand him. The talk took even a more unforeseen turn when Tut relayed a parable about a performer who is cursed by tragedy early in life, and then he is saved by a rich man. He thinks he is happy because his clothes are no longer the hand-me-downs of all the performers before him but garments made of the finest materials and his peerage gives him access to the royalty of his town. The rich man makes him think he is happy because he promises much but he only delivers that which he can buy, not what he can give from his heart. The boy who is now a young adult still performs but on a different stage. He doesn’t see how that stage is false and that his performance does not elevate him but it is the sly rich man who saved him that reaps the praise. The boy only realizes he is happy when he renounces the rich man’s shadow and finds his own spiritual self, his own manhood, his own inner king.
When it was over Neila asked him, “What did you think?”
Dick was speechless. His life had been exposed. Tut had insights and answers. “I’m on board.”
“I knew you would see the man I see,” Neila approved, “now let’s go back to your hotel and commemorate my new name and your new insights with some celebration sex.”
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