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Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2021 03:02:13 -0500
From: Jason Clarkson <jclarkson36@gmail.com>
Subject: Mr. Burke - ch. 10

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End of Chapter 9

I moaned and groaned as I tried to keep cumming. I wanted this to last
forever. I finally relented as my cock softened in my hand.  I lay there
silently while committing in my head to make this happen. Tommy would be
mine. I still wanted a good fucking from Mr. Burke, but his son was the
prize I was going to put all my efforts to win.

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"Can I come over?"

It was a text from Tommy.

I replied quickly:

"Sure"

It had been about a month since I saw Tommy get fucked by his dad.  For the
first two weeks, I admittedly acted weirdly towards him. It wasn't about
him being used by his dad; it was my major crush on him. I was totally
obsessed with him and so I had trouble acting naturally around him. So, I
was avoiding him as much as I could. When we were together, I was afraid to
look at him. I was being really quiet too.

It was a far cry from the tough guy lying in the bathtub after fucking the
wall who committed to making Tommy his bitch.  I had to be careful. He was
my best friend. I couldn't risk losing him.

But after two weeks or so, I finally snapped out of it and slowly started
to act normal around him.  It coincided with my one and only interaction
with Mr. Burke.  I don't think they were related, however. In fact, I
should have felt weirder around Tommy after.

It was after school.  I had just gotten home so I was still in my
uniform. My mom was at work, otherwise I probably would have already been
changed. She always made me go right up and change out of my school
uniform.

When the doorbell rang, I almost didn't answer it.  I figured it was some
door-to-door salesman or something not important.  I was surprised when I
opened the door to see Mr. Burke.

"Hello, Mikey, is your mom home?" He asked formally.

I panicked. He seemed so serious. I was certain he was going to tell on me
in some way.

"No, why? You aren't going to tell her anything, are you?" I replied
quickly.

I could feel my heart racing.

Mr. Burke laughed.

"No, I'm here to see you. I was just making sure she wasn't home. What time
will she be home?"

I breathed a sigh of relief. Mr. Burke walked past me and into the
house. Now, a new panic set in. Mr. Burke was here to yell at me for being
in his house. He might even tell me I can't hang out with Tommy anymore.

I wasn't sure what to do. I knew I didn't want to be yelled at by Tommy's
dad.  I started to think about what I saw.  The highlights flashed through
my head--the naked Burkes, the spanking, Tommy struggling to take that man
cock in his little boy mouth, and then the pounding of his little boy hole.

That's what I needed to do, I realized I needed to do what Tommy did for
him. I'll show him I can do it as good or better than Tommy. He won't yell
at me, and he won't make me stay away from Tommy.

"Oh, don't worry Daddy, we have plenty of time," I said as I walked past
Mr. Burke as I pulled off my school uniform shirt.

"No, Mikey," Mr. Burke explained, "I just want to talk to you about what
happened."

I didn't want to talk about it, so I did my best to ignore his intentions.

"I know Daddy, I was such a bad boy. I deserve a punishment.  I'm ready to
be punished now, Daddy." I said while trying to be very boyish.

I made my way to the back of the couch. I had pulled my pants down to my
knees and was leaning over the couch. My butt was exposed to Mr. Burke, and
I was wiggling it slightly.

Before he could say anything, I continued:

"Come on Daddy. I'm ready for my spanking. I know I'm not supposed to go
into your house without your permission. I wanted to surprise you. But I
was a bad boy. Now, I'll be a good boy, Daddy, I promise. Now, come give me
my spanking so I can show you I'll be a good boy for you Daddy."

I could tell Mr. Burke was stunned. He was speechless. I think my plan was
working.  I looked into his eyes while I put a hand on my butt cheek and
then patted it.

Mr. Burke stepped forward. He didn't start spanking me, but instead asked:

"What were you doing in there? How did you get in there?"

I tried to lure him in further while answering him:

"I know I was wrong Daddy. I took the spare key you hide under the plant. I
thought you were going to be home alone, I wanted to be waiting for you
Daddy in Tommy's boy bed. When I heard Tommy with you, I hid in the
closet. So, please punish me Daddy. Give me the spanking I deserve."

I pleaded as I stuck my ass out even further.

I found myself looking forward to Mr. Burke giving me a few swats. I put my
head down, gave one last plea, and waited:

"Pleeeaaasssse Daddy, punish me."

I was about to reach down for my pants when I felt the first
impact. Mr. Burke's big, strong hand caught my right cheek square. It stung
big time.

I held in my scream and instead invited more of the same:

"Oh yes Daddy, thank you for punishing me."

I could feel Mr. Burke right behind me.

"Shut the fuck up, boy!" He said as he delivered a swat to the other cheek.

He began his onslaught both physically and verbally:

"You only do as you're told, son. Don't ever try to surprise me and don't
ever go into my house uninvited. If you ever risk getting caught again, a
spanking will be the least of your worries."

The spanks had softened but my cheeks were still stinging. I was worried,
however, that this was a real scolding rather than playing. So, I tried to
turn it a little:

"Oh Daddy, let me make it up to you. I want to show you that I can be a
good boy. I only want to please you Daddy."

This seemed to work. The spankings slowed and there were soft little rubs
mixed in while his tone also softened:

"I know you want to be a good boy, champ."

When Mr. Burke took an extra moment pause, I moved to phase 2. Leaving my
pants down, I spun around and dropped to my knees. Without looking up for
approval or anything, I quickly undid Mr. Burke's belt. Then undid the
button and lowered the zipper of his suit pants. The weight of the belt
caused the loose-fitting pants to drop quickly to mid-thigh.

I was staring at his familiar black boxer briefs. I quickly wondered if
they were the same pair he caught me with. I clawed at the waistband and
tugged them down. I was moving fast as I feared that any second Mr. Burke
was going to yank me away.

His cock looked amazing. It was soft but definitely had some life beginning
to pump through it. I had been focused on this little mission of mine as a
diversion to any serious decree by Mr. Burke so I hadn't thought of any
pleasure that might be had. But I now felt my juices start to flow as I
took the man's cock into my mouth. I moved my tongue all around it as I
felt it start to grow. I enjoyed his bush tickling my nose as his cock
wasn't long enough yet to prevent me from shoving it all into my mouth.

I think he was trying to resist but his cock finally gave in and thickened
quickly. It wasn't long before my head was forced out of his bush by the
long, thick, hard dick. I grabbed hold of the shaft that was protruding
from my mouth and began to stroke Tommy's dad while I moved it in and out
of my mouth. I was careful to never let the throbbing head out of my
mouth. When I felt it nearing the exit, I tightened my lips around it and
then used my tongue to drive in and out of the slit.

I could feel my own cock throbbing as I worked Mr. Burke's. I was gagging
as he was thrusting fairly strongly and quickly.  I loved sucking this
cock. My thoughts had been on Tommy's boy cock lately but feeling this
monster in my hand was incredible.  I could taste Mr. Burke's juice begin
to leak out. I savored it as it slipped down my throat.

Mr. Burke had grabbed my head and was guiding his cock in and out while he
spoke:

"That's my good boy. Now you know how to please Daddy. No surprises. Just
let Daddy use your mouth boy.  Mmmm yeah. That little boy mouth feels so
right. Take it nice and deep champ. That's my boy. Ahhh."

I wanted to taste his load. I wanted to feel it fill my mouth and overflow
onto my chin. But I also wanted him to fuck me. Not because I wanted the
pleasure of it, but I wanted to give him everything Tommy gave him. I
wanted it to be better with me. I wanted to be his boy.

I took his cock out of my mouth. I softly stroked it while I moved to his
balls. I licked his hairy sac. The salty taste was captivating.  I took the
sac partially into my mouth so that one ball fit in. I teased it with my
tongue. I could hear Mr. Burke groan with pleasure. I used my free hand to
stuff the other ball into my mouth. I sucked in hard. I heard Mr. Burke
make a different sound. I think it was a mix of pain and pleasure. I sucked
in hard again. This time he made the same sound, but he grabbed my head.  I
stopped sucking and he calmed down. I think if I had continued, he might
have pulled me off. I enjoyed the little bit of control I had, but I
resisted the temptation to use it as this was all about servicing the
man. He needed to know that I was his good boy.

It was time to implement the final phase. Without saying anything, I stood
up and turned around again. I leaned over the couch and spread my legs wide
giving Mr. Burke full access to my smooth hole. I expected to feel his
warm, wet tongue hit it after his strong hands pulled my cheeks apart. I
remembered the wonderful feeling the first time I experienced it with him.

Instead, I felt something wet, but it wasn't his tongue.  It was his
cock. He was not wasting any time. I guess he didn't feel the need to get
me ready.  The pain shot through me immediately. I also felt a tremendous
burning feeling. He didn't have his magic lube with him. Now I understood
how much that helped.

I buried my head into the couch cushion. I couldn't believe the pain, but
since Tommy didn't complain, I wasn't going to either.

Mr. Burke picked up the pace and the force. He actually had lifted me off
the ground. I was balancing on the top of the couch with my face buried in
the couch cushion.  Each thrust was painful, but his cock was hitting
something that was making my butt muscles go crazy and I felt my balls
tingle.

Mr. Burke had a good rhythm going. I heard the sound of his hips slapping
into my butt just like when I watched him fuck Tommy.

That spot inside me kept jumping.

"Oh no!" I thought, "I think I'm gonna cum."

I didn't want to cum. This was all about Mr. Burke. Pleasing him. Showing
him, I could be a good boy, his good boy. Tommy didn't cum, so I shouldn't
either.

My cock was trapped underneath me, but each thrust by Mr. Burke caused me
to rock back and forth and my hard dick was getting a good rubbing.

And Mr. Burke's cock was still pounding something inside me that was
driving me wild.

I tried to focus on Mr. Burke to keep myself from cumming. His voice was a
little raised and he seemed a little short of breath:

"Yes, champ, you are a good boy. You're my good boy. Letting Daddy use your
tight little boy hole. Daddy's going to give you his seed soon. You're
going to walk around with my load in you. Only daddy gets to breed you like
this boy. Oh yes, my special boy."

"Oh fuck, it's happening. I can't hold it," I thought as my balls tightened
up.

I bit down on the cushion so I wouldn't yell out. I wanted to scream. This
was going to be a good one!

"Aarrrmmpphhh."

At least that is what I think the sound was that came out of me.  I
couldn't feel my cum but I knew it was blasting out of me. My ass was
spasming like crazy. I just hoped Mr. Burke didn't notice.

"Oh, fuck boy, that did it.  Aaaahhhhh ggrrrr unnggh. Fuuucckkkk.  Take my
seed son. Daddy filled you up good." Mr. Burke exclaimed as he was cumming
inside me.

My orgasm wasn't over with when Mr. Burke abruptly pulled out from me.  The
sudden exit hurt but thankfully I was still biting the cushion.

I didn't move. I waited to be told what to do.

Mr. Burke gave me a little spank. I heard him pull up his pants, zip up and
as he was doing his belt buckle, he said:

"Now be a good boy and get dressed. Don't let any of my seed drop out."

I pushed back so my feet were back on the ground. I quickly pulled up my
pants. I didn't turn around. I didn't want him to see my cum. It was either
all over the couch or on my stomach or both.

I heard his footsteps and then the door open and close. Mr. Burke was
gone. My plan worked. Well, I mean I thought it did. I was never really
sure why he came over. I did know that he didn't have a talk with me like
he said he wanted to.

That rendezvous should have made me more nervous to be around Tommy, but
surprisingly I was calmer.

Two had passed and things were good, but now Tommy wanted to come over. It
didn't seem like it was just to hang out. I was pretty sure he was supposed
to be at practice for another hour so I wondered what happened. I got
nervous and started pacing the room while I talked to myself:

"Did he find out about me and his dad? Did he find out about me in the
closet? Was he sick of the way I was looking at him and acting weird
lately?"

Thankfully, it wasn't long before I heard the doorbell. I rushed down to
answer it. I took a deep breath to calm myself down and opened the door.

"Hey Tommy, come on in," I said, trying to act naturally.

He was wearing his basketball practice jersey and shorts. He looked so
hot. But he looked like he was about to cry.

I was afraid to ask what was wrong. I delayed asking by suggesting we go to
my room.

When we got into my room, I turned to him to ask what was wrong. Before I
could get the words out, Tommy stepped into me, sobbing.

I didn't know what to do.  I slowly put my arms around him. His arms stayed
still by his sides.  He rested his head on my shoulder.  His chest was
going up and down as he continued to cry.  I didn't say anything.  It felt
amazing to have Tommy in my arms, but this was not the situation to be
thinking those kinds of thoughts.  c I couldn't convince my dick of that
though as I felt it slowly growing. I tilted my hips back, hoping that it
wouldn't poke Tommy.

Tommy finally calmed down a little. He was still crying occasionally and
sniffling a bit, but I felt he could answer a question. I was less afraid
now because if it was anything I did, I don't think he would be crying in
my arms.

"What's wrong, Tommy?" I asked.

"I want to quit basketball." He said between sniffles

I was really confused. Questions race through my head:

"Why would he be crying over quitting basketball? Why did he come to me?
Why would he want to quit? He loves basketball and he is really good at
it."

He was getting more composed, so I led him over to the bed and had him sit
down. I sat next to him. I put my arm around his shoulder.  That was
strange.  Tommy and I had been friends for a long time and if either of us
had ever put our arms around our shoulders or anything like that, I am
certain the other would have knocked it off immediately.  But it felt
natural in the moment, and Tommy seemed to lean into me and appreciate
it. I should give myself credit as with all the intense fantasies and jack
sessions I had been having about Tommy, the move to put my arm around him
had no sexual motive behind it.

Tommy started to explain:

"Over the last couple of months, I have been getting less and less playing
time.  I lost my starting spot about a month ago and today, in practice, I
didn't even play in the scrimmage. That means Coach thinks there are 10
players better than me!  They aren't better than me. It's just that
everyone is taller, stronger, and faster than me. They are all growing and
I'm not. I'm still just a boy."

Tommy started to cry again. I squeezed him into me a little tighter.  He
got that last line right from his dad. But it all was true.  Tommy used to
be the star of the team.  At least when I played on his team and the games,
I watched last year.  But I am not that tall, and I am taller, stronger,
and probably faster than him right now.  I felt bad for him. I was sure it
was just a temporary problem. He was going to hit puberty soon. I mean, I
heard his dad pretty much tell him that.  I tried to comfort him while
avoiding saying something that would reveal knowing what his body looks
like.

"You're the best player on the team! Your coach is crazy. I'm sure you're
going to start growing soon anyway.  It happens really fast.  My mom said I
grew like 6 inches in two months.  I lied about that. My mom never said
that. I had no idea how much I had grown in the last year. I do remember
that my mom had to buy me new school pants because they didn't even reach
my ankles, but I don't know how long it took for that to happen.  Anyway,
it sounded good, and Tommy seemed to respond well to it.

He turned his head towards me and said:

"Really? You think that will happen to me soon?"

I answered encouragingly:

"Yes, I bet it will start any time now."

He looked so cute with tears still in his eyes and streaks down both
cheeks.  I took my free hand and pushed his hair back off his forehead
while I offered advice:

"Don't quit the team. Give it a few months. I mean, those are still your
friends."

I was hoping he would realize I was acknowledging that he had other friends
besides me, and that I wanted him to not lose them or have less chance to
hang out with them. I am sure he didn't catch that, but it felt so good to
hear him tell his dad that he still liked me even though he had all those
other friends that I wanted to somehow let him know I was grateful.

His response surprised me.

"I know I should. But things are even different with them. Sometimes I feel
like I don't fit in anymore.  It's like all they talk and think about are
girls and sex. I mean, I think about that, too, but not all the time like
they do. They are obsessed with it. They even talk about dick sizes,
bragging like they have the biggest and stuff. It just gets kinda
weird. They won't want to play a pickup game or video games because they're
texting a girl or watching tik tok of hot girls."

"OMG," I thought, "I was the same way.  Well, except for the girls. I was
thinking about sex all the time. Mostly with Tommy, so it wasn't something
I could talk about. But it was racing through my head all day and night."

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to say I did too because it might
make him feel even more different.  But I didn't want to completely lie and
say that they were the different ones. He would be sex crazed soon enough,
and then might wonder about me.  I, also, didn't want to bash his friends,
especially for something completely normal.

"Oh gosh," I said, "that can be annoying. I'm sure they'll snap out of it."

We sat there quietly. I brushed his hair back again, but this time I kissed
his forehead, kind of like my mom would do when I was sad.

"I'm sorry you're sad, Tommy, but I bet things will get better soon."

Then, I kissed his cheek where a tear had settled. I let my tongue touch
his skin to wipe it off. It tasted salty.  I put my hand on his chin and
turned his head a little so I could see his other cheek better.  I kissed
that one too, right at the spot of a ter. I did the same thing with my
tongue. Tommy sat still. I didn't feel him tense up at his shoulders or try
to pull away.  I couldn't believe I was doing this. I couldn't believe he
was letting me.

I went back to the other cheek and kissed it again. I was a little closer
to his mouth and I held it a little longer. Then, I repeated the same move
on the other side. When I pulled away from that cheek, I looked into his
eyes. They still had tears in them. He looked down and blinked and the
tears streamed down his cheeks again.  I went after them with my mouth
again. I started lower and followed the trail upward on each cheek. I
looked into his eyes again and again he looked down. There were no more
drops, but I kissed each cheek again, but moved closer to his mouth until
finally I kissed him on the lips. I pulled away frightened of his expected
reaction. When there wasn't one, I kissed him on the lips again. Still,
there was no reaction. I kissed him a third time and held my lips against
his a little longer.

He finally reacted.

It was subtle, but it was all I needed to understand his thoughts.  He
moved his lips ever so slightly against mine.  I moved mine slightly as
well and soon we were fully making out.  I put my other around him and I
felt his hands on my back. I felt his tongue hit my lip, so I sent my
tongue probing. When our tongues hit each other, we both exhaled heavily
out our noses. I leaned against him slowly until his back rested on the
bed.  We continued kissing for several minutes. I was afraid to stop for
fear we might not start again. I was in heaven. My dreams were coming
true. I put my hand on his chest and ran it down his jersey and then back
up.  I repeated the move, but this time went down further. On the third
time, I went all the way down and rubbed his little boy dick that seemed to
be rock hard in his basketball shorts.

Tommy jumped a little and then went to sit up.

"Oh shit, I fucked up," I thought as I sat all the way up allowing Tommy to
do the same.

"I have to go. My mom is picking up from practice. She doesn't know I left
early, so I gotta get back to the gym so she doesn't find out. I told my
coach I had a headache and left to come here."

That seemed reasonable, but the timing was questionable. He realized it was
time to go just when I touched his dick. I had gone too far. At least he
was being cool about it.

He was at the door when he stopped and said:

"Thanks for talking with me. I'm not going to quit."

"Cool. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Tommy." I said, thankful I could get
something out of my mouth.

I listened as Tommy walked down the stairs and out the door. I wondered
what he was thinking. I didn't think he was mad at me. I messed up
though. Kissing him was incredible. I didn't need anything else. Of course,
I wanted more, but I should have been smarter.

My dick was still rock hard.  I slipped out of my shorts and boxers and
plopped onto the bed.  The tip of my dick was wet. I had been leaking a lot
while I was kissing Tommy.  I ran my fingers through my pubes. I loved my
little patch of hair. I was so glad it grew back the same after Mr. Burke
took the trimmer to it. I didn't want him to do that ever again. I could be
his little boy if he wanted, but I was going to protect my pubes!

I grabbed hold of my balls.  They seemed plenty full.  I touched myself all
over--under my shirt to my chest, down my legs, across my hips.  I was
touching everywhere except my cock. I knew once I grabbed hold and thought
of Tommy, I would be shooting my cum all over.  I could feel it twitching
as my hand ran from my stomach and down my leg, just grazing the base with
a finger.  I tugged off my shirt. I was now naked except for my blue school
socks.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed hold from the bottom and slowly
climbed up the rock-hard shaft. it felt bigger and thicker in my hand
today.  I thought of Tommy immediately. He looked so cute in his basketball
gear. Then, I thought about the kiss. Our first kiss. I felt a jolt just as
I did when we kissed. I imagined his tongue was in my mouth again.  I tried
to stroke slowly, but I couldn't.  I turned my head and started to kiss my
left bicep while my right hand worked my cock. I squeezed the shaft tight
and jammed against the rim of the cock head. I felt my juice spilling out
of the slit.

I kissed my bicep as I flexed it. I darted my tongue against it like it was
battling Tommy's tongue.  My balls were boiling. They were ready to
explode. I didn't think about fucking Tommy this time. I just thought of
kissing him while we stroked. I was at the edge, trying to hold it. I
started to suck my bicep like it was Tommy's neck. I was giving him a
hickey. It was driving him wild. He was moaning and stroking his little boy
cock fast while he lay next to me.  As I sucked harder, I knew I would
leave a mark, but I didn't care, just like I wouldn't care if I gave Tommy
a hickey.  The thought was too much.  I kept sucking as I started to
cum. Then, I went back to kissing. I stroked and stroked. My balls were
emptying.  I felt five shots hit my stomach.  A few more spasms caused more
cum to pour out and run down my hand.  I let it slide all over my shaft.  I
slowed down my kissing and stroking. I imagined cuddling with Tommy after
we both finished.  I would kiss my arm softly every so often like I would
Tommy.  My cum was sliding down my sides. I was a mess. I didn't care. I
kissed Tommy today!

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