DipperxRobbie Chapter 3(WIP)

        Dipper slowly crept down the attic stairway, making sure that neither Mabel nor Grunkle Stan could see him. He wasn't in the mood for his sister to tease him about his recent 'exploits', and he sure didn't want Stan dumping any jobs on him. He was in too much of a hurry to deal with that stuff now. Tiptoeing down to the summit of the stairs, he heard his family talking in the living room, a wall blocking their view of him. Relieved that his great uncle had come back unscathed from Gideon's, he slowly crept over to a nearby exit door. The boy was outside in a matter of seconds, and began jogging down to the town as soon as he knew he was in the clear.

        Fifteen minutes later, he finally made it to the town square. There was a moderate amount of people walking around, going about their daily business and chattering with each other. He quickly walked up to the statue of Nathaniel Northwest and sat on the monument's steps, looking around for anyone wearing a black hoodie and skinny jeans.

        Another five minutes passed before Dipper heard a whistle in the nearby area.. He looked around and found Robbie leaning against a street light, trying his damnedest to look cool and aloof. Dipper held back a grin and strolled over to the teen, mimicking Robbie's bored manner.

        “Sup, Robbie,” the boy drawled as cooly as he could. Robbie scoffed at this change in attitude and began to ruffle Dipper's hair with his cap.

        “Talking like an old man doesn't make you look cool, shorty,” Robbie snickered as his new buddy squirmed under his hand. After half a minute of this, Dipper managed to step away from his tormenter's hand. Narrowing his eyes at his former-nemesis, he quickly fixed his hair as the teen keep talking. “So. You wanna check out some stores or something?” Robbie casually asked as Dipper finished fixing up his hair. “And if you want something, you know. Maybe I could... buy it, or something?” The idea of buying trinkets and such for his new little boyfriend made him shudder slightly. It was pretty damn gay, and it felt like he was losing his straightness, as if that were possible. Still, he couldn't deny that Dipper was a cute little guy, and so he decided that he'd try to start treating him like a girlfriend of sorts.

        The prospect of getting free stuff excited Dipper as he straightened his hat on his head. “Really?” he blurted out as he started to become hyped up. Then, he became self-concious and decided to tone it down, clearing his throat and flattening the front of his t-shirt. “What's the catch?” Robbie awkwardly scratched his neck as he turned his gaze to the stores behind him. “Well... I kinda want to get something for you. To wear, I mean.”

        “Wear what exactly?” Dipper asked suspiciously, crossing his arms as he eyed the nervous teen. Robbie began to briskly walk towards a nearby store, waving to the boy to follow him. Dipper jogged over and followed Robbie to their destination, a clothing store. Robbie led Dipper inside of the store and made his way to the “Intimates” section of the store. As he followed Robbie, Dipper sighed as he knew where this was going. And lo and behold, they reached a rack of women's undergarments in Dipper's size.

        “Welp, you down for it?” Robbie cautiously inquired, staring hopefully at his boyfriend. In less than a second, Dipper turned around and began to walk away. As quick as a hormone-struck teen could possibly move, Robbie cut him off and stopped him from escaping. “Come on, you looked pretty good in that sweaters and skirt last night. Wearing this stuff'll make you even hotter, and I know we both want that, right?”

        Dipper paused and thought about it. He was okay with wearing dressing up like a girl, but he was getting annoyed with Robbie's insistence on him crossdressing. He didn't want to keep dolling himself up just to get the guy off, and he was ready to put his foot down. But then again, he did kind of pretty wearing Mabel's clothes, and he did enjoy the tight feeling of the panties and the free feeling that he felt with the skirt on. “How about I let you do whatever you want later?” Robbie offered, nudging him gently with his shoulder. “ Nothing too nuts, but you can do whatever you want. All you gotta do it lemme buy this stuff for ya.”

        This offer was too good to pass up, and Dipper was already thinking up something that he had always wanted to try with Robbie. “Alright, fine. I'll do it,” Dipper sighed. “YES!” Robbie exclaimed, fist-pumping as his mind began to race with fantasies about what was to come later. “Come on! We gotta get the dress too!” “Wait, a dress?” Dipper sighed and rolled his eyes. “Whatever, but now it's two favors.”

        Chuckling, Robbie nodded. “Yeah, yeah. It's all good, man.” Dipper gave the excited teen a slick grin, raising his eyebrow slightly. “Annnnnd, I think I want you to deliver on one of them right now.” Robbie stared at the boy, scratching his head lightly. “Uh. What?” Dipper blushed as he pulled the teen into a nearby dressing room, his heart racing as he locked the door behind himself and Robbie. Robbie began to sweat buckets as Dipper stood up on the bench and began to fumble with his belt. “Dude, I ain't into doing this kinda stuff in public,” he mumbled as Dipper whipped out his half hard member. The boy gave an embarrassed smile and said, “You told me anything. I mean, if you don't wanna do this, we can just leave the store now and never speak of this again.”

        Robbie nervously check every nook and cranny of the room, making sure that no one was around to see or hear them. The coast clear, Robbie rapidly nodded. “Sure, whatever. Gotta make this quick, though.” Dipper nodded in agreement, rubbing his stiffy tenderly as he positioned himself in front of Robbie's face. “Okay, you can sucking it whenever you want,” Dipper mumbled, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of that line. Robbie was ready to argue with the youth over having to do this act, but he decided to hurry up and finish paying his debt. Besides, giving the kid a blowjob would a good trade in exchange for Dipper in stockings later.

        Sighing, Robbie grabbed Dipper's stiffening hard-on and began to pump it in his fist for a few seconds. After a jerking Little Dipper around for a while, he hesitantly slipped the throbbing member into his mouth, working the shaft with his tongue as best as her could. Dipper moaned and thrust his hips against the teen's face as the latter unzipped his jeans and pulled out his own tool, pumping it as he pleasured the boy. The youth's sounds of pleasure grew a bit louder as Robbie began to rapidly bob on Dipper's ample knob. Soon, Robbie began to finger the boy as he blew him, causing him to moan and gasp as he was penetrated by the teen's long fingers. Suddenly, they heard a someone gasp nearby.

        The pair stopped and looked under the door to see Tambry staring at them, her usually bored face full of shock. They stared back, watching her slowly pull her phone out and point it at them. “Oh no, you're not,” whispered Robbie as he pulled out his own phone. With a quick press of a few buttons, he brought up a picture of Tambry sucking Thompson off as he drove his mom's minivan. Flashing the picture at her, she quickly looked at the picture before staring back at the two. She slowly slid her phone back into her pocket and stood up, running away from the dressing room area without saying a single word.

        “Yeah, that's right. Keep walking.” Robbie muttered. “That'll teach ya to-” His taunting was cut short as Dipper forced his dick back into Robbie's mouth. He humped Robbie's face furiously as the teen returned to jerking himself off. Soon, the boy felt a pressure build up in his loins, his rod throbbing vigorously as he began to climax. He moaned softly as he shot spurts of semen into the mouth of the older boy,  cooing as the teen massaged his spent rod with his tongue.

        Slowly, he pulled off of Robbie's mouth, his hose completely spent. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Dipper silently hoping Robbie wasn't too mad about receiving  a mouthful of cream filling. Then, he noticed the older boy was still stroking himself, his eyes focused on Dipper as he slowly swallow the mouthful he had just received.  It only took his ten more seconds to get off as he spurt onto the carpet, his eyes still on the boy. He replaced his junk back into his pants, and stood up, finally looking away from Dipper.

        “That never happened,” the teen muttered as he wiped the remaining fluid from his mouth. “Now, you're gonna wear that dress tonight, okay?” Dipper nodded as he zipped up his fly and stood up, trying to keep a straight face. Still, try as he might, he just had to crack a smile at Robbie's newfound seriousness. “What's wrong? Too gay for you?” he whispered as the two crept out of the tiny room. Robbie looked around frantically, making sure that no one else was in the area. Making sure the coast was clear, he leaned down to Dipper and mumbled, “Look, I'm never doing that again, okay? So don't ever, EVER bring it up.” Standing up relatively straight, he speed walked over to the garments he was going to purchase. Dipper jogged after him, trying not to laugh at his embarrassment. The two quickly got everything they needed and began that long, hard walk to the cash register.

        “Okay, listen,” Robbie said to Dipper under his breath as they walked. “Let me handle the talking. I know what to do.” Dipper nodded with a overwhelming doubt plastered onto his face. As the two made it up to the register, the tired and depressed looking clerk gave them a quick glance  before sighing and standing up, with a noticeable slouch. Clearing his throat, Robbie addressed the woman, holding onto the strings on his hoodie as if they were suspenders. “Good day, ma'am!” he bellowed in an awful attempt to sound sophisicated. “We two men are here to buy clothing for a female cahor.... cocohor... friend of ours. Would you be so kind  as to allow us to purchase these things in this bag, which is for our... chick friend?” Robbie slid the clothes gently onto the counter, as if it were a sacred throne or something of the sort. He then gave Dipper an excited thumbs-ups, only to be greeted with a thumbs-down from the boy. The woman just rolled her eyes and looked down at the pile in front of her. It only took her a few seconds to notice the bra and panties.

        The clerk stood there for a full minute, looking from the boys, back to the feminine clothing, and back to the boys again. “Hey... maybe we should just leave. I think she knows...” Dipper whispered to Robbie out the corner of his mouth. The teen responded with a quick punch to the shoulder, causing Dipper to cry out, breaking the awkward silence. Finally, the clerk slowly began to check out the clothes, a mixture of intrigue and a bit of disgust  barely visible behind her stony face. “That'll be $79.99. Ma'am,” she said dryly to the nervous duo, staring at them unblinkingly. “Wait, WHAT?” Robbie nearly has a heart attack as he looked at the number on the cash register. “Uhh... Alright... Hey, how about you cut us some slack, huh? I mean, we don't have jobs or anything, so we can't really be throwing around money.”

        The woman's face was rigid as she slowly slid the apparel to the side of the counter. “You might want to leave before I call security.” she said coldly, her left hand hovering over a red button on the counter. Dipper and Robbie backed away slowly, their hands up. “Hey, hey! It's cool, man,” Dipper cautiously said as he retreated. “We'll just be leaving now, right?” Recieving a nudge to the ribs, Robbie hastily nodded. “Yeah, just gonna get outta here...” Then, he eyed the candy rack that stood next to him. “But, uhh, is it okay if I buy this first?” he asked as he pulled a sucker out of the conviently placed candy holder.

        The clerk sighed hard and nearly banged her head on the counter as Robbie approached her with the candy. “Fine, whatever,” she muttered as she lifted her head and checked it out. “Just give me a buck and scram.” Robbie passed her a dollar and placed the sugary treat in his pocket. “Thanks,” he plainly said, looking at her for a few seconds. The two stared at each other for a bit long until Robbie grabbed the bag of clothing and dashed out the entrance of the store, yelling, “RUN, KID! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!” Dipper darted to the back exit of the store, knocking over display stands as he ran out the building. After the shock of the boys' escape wore off, the clerk rubbed her temple furiously as she mashed the security button with her fist.