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“H-Holy pocket-rocket Batman!” Dick couldn’t believe it! Here he was in some dingy alley, on his knees, face-to-crotch with his mentor. He gasps softly when he feels a gloved hand press against the back of his head, guiding him towards the prevalent bulge that waited patiently in front of him.
He wasn’t a fool. If he couldn’t tell already from the ostentatious outline of Bruce’s bat-boner, then the hefty heat of it alone would be enough to clue in the younger of the duo. Dick’s gaze roams up Bruce’s body, the strong material clinging to his body. He pouted, pawing at Bruce’s cock as their eyes made contact. Bruce had a slight blush, only a little visible through his cowl. Wordlessly, he nodded, sending shivers through Dick’s smaller frame. ‘Golly…’ he thought as he undid Batman’s utility belt, pulling down the pants of his costume, ‘Well, now I know why Catwoman gets so… excited… when he’s around…’
Dick looked up again, meeting Bruce’s eyes once more as he started to toy with the waistband of the man’s bat-briefs. The smell hit him fast. Cedar and cinnamon, mixed with a muscular musk that left Dick deliciously dizzy. “C-Can I…?” Bruce nodded. Dick licked his lips, pulling down Bruce’s underpants.
He gasped at the fat, thick cock that sprang out. With a cartoonish gulp, he took the beast in one hand, squirming as he struggled to close his fist around it. Shakily, he wrapped his other hand along the hunk of man-meat in his grasp. “G-Gee Batman, something tells me this thing won’t f-fit in my launchpad…” The hand previously resting at the back of Dick’s head grabbed a handful of hair, tugging the boy closer to the cock in front of him.
”Roger that, Chum,” Bruce spoke, his voice making Dick wet beyond belief, “However, every rocket needs to blast off. You’ll be a good boy and help me, won’t you?” Dick nodded, moving his hands up and down Bruce’s cock with a snail’s pace. Bruce let out a deep groan, a beautiful noise that left Dick wobbly and dumb. His hands shook, movements sloppy and unfocused as he jerked off his mentor.
After a few, somewhat awkward, moments, Bruce spoke up. “Enough of that, Chum.” Bruce gave Dick a pat on the cheek, catching the boy off guard.
”D-Did I do something wrong…?”
”Of course not!” Bruce chuckled, and Dick couldn’t help but pout as he pulled away, hands shaking as he balled them into fists by his side. Bruce was being so cruel! Teasing him, encouraging him, only to ask him to stop for no reason at all?! “Now, now, no pouting. If the wind changes, your face will stay stuck that way…” Bruce grabs ahold of his cock, hand wrapped tightly around the base as he brought the tip to Dick’s lips. “Which just wouldn’t do. Especially not for what I have planned.” He laughed again, while Dick grimaced at the pre-cum that dripped onto his lips.
“H-Holy nooner, Batman! It’s a little dark, sure, b-but it’s only around four in the afternoon! Someone might see…”
”We’ll handle that little scenario when we get to it, Chum. But for now, let’s focus on the matter at hand.” Bruce slapped his cock against Dick’s lips, his pre coating them like gloss. “Open wide, Chum.”
And Dick did. He opened his mouth, watching patiently as Bruce guided his cock into Dick’s mouth. A quick learner, Dick started to suck eagerly, closing his eyes as he focused on bringing Bruce pleasure. His movements were downright sinful as he swallowed down all of Bruce’s length, drooling like it was the tastiest thing he’d gotten a taste of in ages.
Greedier than he’d ever been before, Dick bobbed on Bruce’s cock, graphic noises filling the alleyway. Bruce grunted at the sounds, quickly moving his hips in tandem with the young sidekick before him. Whether it be from Dick’s intense enthusiasm, or Bruce’s mature age, the act came to an end abruptly.
Dick stayed still throughout it, swallowing down Bruce’s jizz obediently. Once the last of it was sliding down his throat, he pulled away with a ‘pop’. “Holy head, Batman! That was intense!”
“Yes, Robin, it was, but you handled it very well, Chum.” Bruce ruffled Dick’s hair, giving the young man his signature smile.
”W-Well…” Dick huffed, catching his breath, “You don’t suppose I could… maybe… drive the BatMobile?”
Batman only laughed, helping Robin to his feet. “Give me another suck like that, and I might consider it.”