Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2021 07:12:14 -0600 From: Jason Clarkson Subject: Mr. Burke ch. 14 Please donate to nifty.org. It is the only way to keep the site that we all enjoy so much! If you are not of legal rights and/or age to read any type of adult literature or if you find the material offensive, please do not read any further. The author and site cannot be held liable as you agree to accept all responsibility for reading said material. If you wish to contact the author of this series, please do so at jclarkson36@gmail.com, I will respond to all e-mails. This story is fiction. All names, descriptions and actions of the characters are not real. ----------- End of Chapter 13 Tommy grabbed his phone when we got to the room. "Oh shit. It's my dad, 3 missed calls." Tommy said nervously as he pressed the buttons to call his dad back. "Hi Dad, what's up" Tommy said into the phone. I couldn't hear what Mr. Burke was saying but I watched Tommy's eyes go wide and a look of panic come across his face. "Wait, what? You're here!?!?" Tommy shouted into the phone. ------------- "I don't know. We had headsets on playing video games, so I guess we just didn't hear, but I'll be right down. Sorry Dad." Tommy said and ended the call. And then the freak fest happened. "Oh shit, what am I going to do?" Tommy said as he whipped off his towel and started to dress. I wasn't sure about all that Mr. Burke said but I did figure out he was downstairs waiting for Tommy. I didn't know why. I also didn't know why Tommy was so freaked out. Tommy looked at me, still with a look of total panic and said: "Hurry up! Get dressed. My dad's waiting downstairs. He's been here for 5 minutes ringing the doorbell and calling!!" I didn't think he would have gotten out of the car, and I didn't realize he had been waiting that long, so now I understood the panic a little. I wasn't sure why I had to get dressed too but I wasn't going to say anything to Tommy when he was acting like this. I got dressed too. Our clothes were pretty much in the same pile, but we separated them easily enough. "How am I going to explain my wet hair? And yours? He's gonna know!" Tommy said. Tommy was freaking out. There were so many reasons why all of this was no big deal, but I also understood him being paranoid that we would get caught doing what we were doing. I tried to remain calm and think of something. "Wait! I've got it! Take off your clothes, hurry!!!" I said running to my dresser. Tommy was pissed: "Mikey, what the fuck?!?! I'm serious, what are we going to do?" I explained quickly as I started tossing Tommy clothes from my dresser, starting with some boxers: "Put these on. Tell your dad we had a super soaker water gun fight and we got completely drenched. We even had to change clothes." Tommy paused while he thought about my plan. It was cute to watch him run through the scenarios in his head. Then he said: "Yeah, yeah, ok, and we were using your mom's hair dryer to try to dry my clothes and that's why we couldn't hear." I didn't want to mention that I thought he told his dad something about wearing headsets. He could figure that part out on his own if his dad remembered. In an instant he was fully changed. He looked good in my clothes. They were a little big on him. It was kinda hot to think Tommy was wearing my boxers. He went to grab his clothes, but I stopped him. "No! They're supposed to be wet. Leave them and say we put them in the dryer but that they aren't done yet.' He dropped the clothes and decided himself: "Yeah, duh!" We raced downstairs. It was weird, but I was so excited doing this. I wasn't scared. It was fun. I didn't admit that to Tommy though. He looked like he was going to puke. I grabbed his wrist as he was about to pull the door open and said: "Tommy! Take a deep breath. Relax. We were just playing with the water guns and got all wet. It's no big deal. Your dad might be mad for a few minutes for making him wait. Just tell him your sorry and he'll be ok." I really wanted to tell Tommy to offer his dad a blowjob to show how sorry he was for making him wait. Tommy smiled at me and replied as he took a deep breath: "You're right Mikey. I've made my dad wait lots of times." We were both startled when we opened the door and saw Mr. Burke standing there. We thought he was in the car. "Hi, Dad," said Tommy as I was also greeting him in the same nonchalant tone. I couldn't see Tommy's face, but I think he was relieved when his dad didn't seem mad or suspicious: "Hello, boys. Sorry to cut your little playdate short, but Mrs. Burke has some meeting tonight, so we are eating earlier than normal." I remembered my mom was going to the same meeting, so I said: "Oh yeah, my mom's going to that meeting too, I think it's about school testing or something." Tommy had walked out by then and was standing next to his dad. Mr. Burke put his arm around Tommy and said: "Yep, looks like it's just us boys tonight, Tommy. Bye, Mikey. Tell your mom I said hello." And then he started towards his car with Tommy. "See you tomorrow, Mikey," Tommy said. I didn't get a good look at Tommy when his dad said that about it being just the boys tonight. I didn't know if Mr. Burke meant anything by it, but it sure seemed like he was telling me he was going to fuck his son. It brought up a bunch of different feelings for me. I was a little envious that I couldn't join them. I was annoyed that Mr. Burke was kind of bragging. It made me want to say, "well, it was just us boys all afternoon and we had plenty of fun." I also was a little worried for Tommy. Would he be too sore from my fucking? Would he be scared that his dad would know he had been fucked by someone else?" And then I was nervous that Mr. Burke would figure it out. Maybe my cum would still be in his butt or maybe Tommy would accidentally say something about his orgasms or compare my dick to his dad's. I also started to think about what if Tommy had an orgasm with his dad. Maybe it would be better, and he wouldn't want me anymore. All this ran through my head as I watched the Burke boys get in their car and drive off. I knew I was acting crazy, but it was hard to clear my head of all of that. Luckily, I remembered there was cleanup to do upstairs before my mom got home. I raced upstairs. I straightened up the covers on the bed. I didn't want to make it look too perfect but didn't want to have to explain why I was in my bed after school. My mom probably wouldn't even be in here, or notice the condition of my bed, but she would know in a second if I was lying. So, it was best to be safe. I grabbed Tommy's clothes and the towels from my room and headed to the bathroom. I went with the same thought process in there: it's best if everything looks the same. I don't need to answer questions about why I took a shower. I dried everything off, so it didn't look like we were in the shower. I used Tommy's clothes as well as the two towels. Now, the story about the water gun fight had evidence. I put the wet clothes in the laundry room and headed to the garage in search of the water guns. I felt like a criminal cleaning up the scene of my crime. I enjoyed the thrill of it. It wasn't very often that I could do something without my mom knowing about it. I think I covered our tracks pretty well. Of course, I didn't really expect my mom to think that me and Tommy had sex all afternoon, but I didn't want her to doubt my water gun fight story. It would just make things awkward. I was back up in my room when the text came in from Tommy: "He asked me a ton of questions, but I think he eventually believed me. I don't think I'm in trouble." "That's cool," I replied. I'm glad Tommy wasn't worried, but I'm not sure his dad really believed him. Since Tommy didn't know about me and Mr. Burke and about me seeing them from the closet, he had no reason to think that his dad would think we would be having sex. But I figured that would be the first thing Mr. Burke would think whenever me and Tommy were alone. I thought about Mr. Burke giving it to Tommy ever since the day in the closet. � I wondered, again, if Mr. Burke was going to fuck Tommy tonight. I enjoyed the thought for a few moments. Then, I heard my mom come into the house. I adjusted my hard on and rambled downstairs to see her. She was in a good mood. We talked about our days, and I casually talked about the fun with the water guns that Tommy and I had. I laughed as I said that we got so wet Tommy had to borrow clothes. My mom perked up at that. I could tell she had questions. So, I tried to give plenty of detail that she wouldn't keep prying. It seemed to work. She was satisfied. I was still a little nervous though because my mom and Tommy's mom would be at the same meeting and could compare the two versions of the story. After my mom left, I decided to relax before going up to my room. I was just about to text Tommy to see what he had told his mom so that we could figure out what to say if our stories didn't match. But before I could hit send Tommy texted me. "I can't make an orgasm thing. Help!" I wasn't exactly sure what he meant. I actually thought that his dad was going to be fucking him right about now. "He wouldn't be texting during that, would he?" I asked myself. I just texted back, "?" He replied quickly: "My dick is sore I've been rubbing it so much and it feels close like when you were doing that stuff, but it won't happen like what you made happen." After reading that I started to get a better understanding. My dick twitched as I pictured Tommy naked trying to make himself cum. I wished I could help. I sent back a long text trying to help. By the time I finished writing it, my dick was rock hard. So, I slipped my shorts and boxers to my knees and took a picture. I sent it to him with this message: "Just think about sucking my juicy dick and you'll cum. I want to feel your lips on it right now." It was my first sext! It made me get even harder. Tommy shot back: "I want your lips on mine. I need you to work your magic on me." I waited a few seconds before responding as I was hoping he was going to send me a pic of his dick. When it didn't arrive, I replied: "Let me see that hot cock of yours. I want to see what I'm going to slide into my mouth." I moved to the couch as I wrote the text. I wanted to get comfortable. This was my first sexting session and I wanted to pump out a good load with Tommy. Just as I hit send, the doorbell rang. It startled me. I pulled up my shorts quickly as if someone just walked in on me. I thought about not answering it, but then it rang again. I rushed over, annoyed that my little sexting session with Tommy was interrupted. As I got to the door, my phone beeped. I was certain it was Tommy texting a picture of his dick. I couldn't look yet but I was even more motivated to get rid of whoever was at the door. I opened it and was shocked to see Mr. Burke. He didn't do the thing where he asks if my mom was home, but instead just walked right in past me. I didn't know what he wanted but I assumed if he knew what Tommy and I did, Tommy would have mentioned it. I slowly closed the door. I think I was a little nervous to turn around. When I did, I was surprised to see that Mr. Burke was already in the living room leaning against the back of the couch. "Come over here, son." He said as he gestured. I couldn't read the look on his face, but I wasn't worried that I was in trouble. When I got over to him, he put his hand on my shoulder and guided me to the back of the couch. I knew what was coming as this was the position he had me in last time he came over. That day, he bent me over the couch and fucked me hard. This day was different though. He first pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. "Your friend Tommy locked me out tonight. But I realized that's ok because my real boy is always ready for his Daddy." There was so much to take in from that, I didn't know how to respond. "Yes, Daddy," I said lamely. I was aroused by Mr. Burke calling me his real boy. I was confused that he said Tommy locked him out. Tommy was literally texting me while jacking off so why wouldn't he have just asked his dad if his dad was wanting to play, I wondered. I wasn't exactly sure what Mr. Burke meant by "locked out" so that just added to my confusion. Mr. Burke kissed me. We hadn't kissed last time. I forgot how amazing it felt to be kissed by this handsome man. Even though my phone buzzed in my pocket with probably another text or dick pic from his son, the only thing on my mind now was Mr. Burke. When he pulled away from the kiss, I was able to respond the way I should have the first time. "Oh yes Daddy, your real boy is always ready for you. I'm here for you to give you whatever you need. I'm your good little boy." He lifted me on to the back of the couch as he kissed me again. His tongue probed my mouth aggressively. I could feel his desires in his kiss and the way his hands groped me. My cock was rock hard, and my ass was already twitching. It was a good thing Mr. Burke had set me on the back of the couch because my legs had weakened to the point where I would have collapsed. I had felt so strong and in control earlier today with Tommy and now I felt the complete opposite. Yet, I felt equally or even more aroused. I wanted Mr. Burke to do whatever he wanted to me. Mr. Burke easily worked off my shorts and boxers. I wished I had briefs on for him. As his hand grazed my little bush, I wished I was hairless for him. I wanted to be his boy in every way. It felt different this time. There was less force in his movements. He was still in total control, but he was being gentler with me. He was caring for his boy. Or at least that was what I was thinking, and it was making me want to cum immediately. He was hugging me too close for me to get my hands in to unbutton his shirt. I wanted to rub my little hands on his muscular, hairy chest. I didn't see his movements, but I heard his belt buckle clank as he undid it and then his zipper lower. My body trembled with pleasure as I knew what was coming. I felt wetness on my leg. I guessed his hard cock was now freed from his pants and was dripping with pre-cum. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to feel that throbbing cock head in my mouth. But I realized MR. Burke had other plans. He stopped kissing as he fumbled in the pocket of his pants that were now at his knees. He produced his little bottle of lube that he seemingly always had available. I heard the bottle squirt out a healthy amount and I felt plenty hit my leg. Then I felt Mr. Burke's hand on my thigh as he scooped the slippery liquid up. I then felt his wet finger invade my hole. The gentleness I had felt from him moments ago was gone and replaced with urgency. His finger burned inside me as it slid in and out. Its mission was only to spread me open so that my tight boy hole wouldn't resist the man cock that needed entry. I felt Mr. Burke's strong hands grab me by the hips and my body went limp. He easily lifted me in the air and set me back down once he positioned his throbbing cock underneath my butt. When I landed I felt the pulsing, mushroom head poking at my hole. Mr. Burke kissed me as he began to force his way in. His big dick separated my hole and found its way in. I tried not to fight it, but my resistance was futile anyway. Mr. Burke would have his way with me once again. He was in deep quickly and although it was slick with lube, my best friend's dad's thick cock burned as it split me open. My little boy hole still was no match for the big hard cock, but I did my best to hide the pain. I wanted to pleasure MR. Burke and show him I was his good, tough boy. He was as forceful as the other times he fucked me, but there was a difference this time. His movements were slower. The sense of urgency seemed to subside a bit. I felt it too. The pain was intense, but I wasn't in a rush to cum and be over. Mr. Burke's cock head was sliding over my prostate rather than the usual banging into when he would pound me hard and fast. The banging brought me to the edge quickly. But this slow and steady attack on my spot was like a water balloon being filled up slowly. My pleasure was slowly expanding like the balloon. I knew it would burst eventually but I was content to let it slowly advance to that moment. Mr. Burke seemed content. I didn't know what he was thinking, but by his soft groans, it appeared he was fully enjoying this new approach. Then he began talking to me: "That's me good boy, taking daddy's cock. Ohhh, it feels so good today." "Yes Daddy, I'm always here for you, whatever you need. I love having your dick inside me. It feels so good Daddy." I answered trying to sound boyish but also that I was enjoying it intensely. "Yeah, you're my only boy now. My boy that is always ready for daddy's cock. My boy who takes daddy's cock like A man. My boy who does what Daddy says and knows what Daddy needs. His cock was driving me crazy. The balloon was filling up further. It was expanding. His soothing voice was adding to the moment. I was losing control. "Daddy, I'm sorry but I can't hold it any longer, I'm going to cum," I blurted out, feeling like a failure. "Hey hey hey," he said as he continued to rhythmically thrust his big thick cock into me, "don't be sorry. Just let it go. Feel daddy's cock inside you and let yourself explode." With that, he pushed me back, so I fell into the couch. He still had me by the hips and was still steadily fucking me, but my head was down on the seat cushions of the couch. I was now looking up at him. He looked even more powerful as he picked up his pace. He grabbed my cock which sent electricity through my entire body. The imaginary water balloon that held my orgasm was being stretched to its limits. I closed my eyes and let it erupt. My body trembled as the warm feeling blasted outward from deep inside me. I felt my cum splash against my chin and shoulders as Mr. Burke softly stroked my throbbing cock. My balls continued to shoot my load onto my stomach, and I felt it all start to roll downhill to my chest and neck. As I was finishing, I winced because Mr. Burke abruptly pulled his cock from my tight hole. I realized why he yanked it out so quickly when I felt more cum splash onto me. Mr. Burke groaned loudly as he tugged at his cock. His balls were firing, and the shots were landing all over me. As his seed hit me, gravity took over and the warm juice ran downward onto my chest. He was painting my body with his cum. When he was thoroughly emptied, I felt his hands grip my ankles. I opened my eyes to see him looking down. He seemed to be admiring his work. I was coated in cum. A wonderful warmth was still flowing through my body. I closed my eyes again and immersed myself in the pleasure I was feeling. Mr. Burke pulled my legs together and easily spun my body and set my legs onto the coach. I wished he would join me on the couch, but I didn't have the energy to even look up to see what was his next move. I let myself drift off to sleep. I was naked on my back on my couch. There were streaks of cum all over my stomach leading to puddles on my upper chest and into crevices at my neck. I was lying flat, so the mixture of our loads had settled in its spots and began to dry. I woke to a hand nudging my shoulder and my mom's voice, "Mikey, wake up." ------------- I'm sorry for the long delay, but I'm back and am excited about the next few chapters so hope to churn them out quickly. Feel free to email me with comments. JC jclarkson36@gmail.com. I am behind in answering some but will be replying soon. Thank you for all the great responses! Don't forget the only way this site survives is if we donate. Please donate to nifty.org