Date: Tue, 6 Apr 2021 02:38:27 -0500 From: Jason Clarkson Subject: Mr. Burke chapter 3 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 2) Mr. Burke headed for the door, but then turned and said coolly: "And it can never happen again, It's way too risky." "OK, Coach," I said softly as I quickly turned toward the dog. Tears had welled up in my eyes. I was devastated. I didn't understand why we couldn't do it again. I heard the door close behind Mr. Burke as he headed off to be with his wife and son. -------------------- I took the dog out the back door. I let him run free in the big, fenced yard which wrapped to the side of the house. After around 5 minutes, I went to track the dog down as he had headed to the side of the house. He was busy digging in the corner near the front of the house. He didn't come when I called, so I went to grab him. When I reached him, I noticed Mr. Burke's car was still in the driveway. "Hmmm, maybe he took an Uber," I said to myself. I finally corralled the dog and headed back into the house. It had been an amazing day at the Burke's house, but now I was ready to head home and get into my own bed. Just as I closed the dog's crate and said good night to him, I heard the front door open. I looked towards the door. "Mr. Burke! What are doing back here?" I asked innocently. Mr. Burke didn't answer. He continued walking towards me. I got a little nervous as I thought I was in trouble or something. Mr. Burke was quickly right in front of me. My heart was now beating fast. Then, he kissed me, hard and deep. I was confused but kissed back. I was thankful he wasn't mad, and I certainly enjoyed kissing the sexy man. Mr. Burke pulled away from me and explained why he was back. "Well, champ, I decided to take the 6am flight instead. I called Mrs. Burke and explained to her that I have work I need to finish here. It will be fine because we weren't going to drive to the resort until the morning. So, they will just pick me up at airport and we will head to the resort." "Oh ok," I replied, "so are you going to your office now? I put the dog in his crate and was just about to go home." "No, silly boy, I'm not going to the office. I just told my wife that as an excuse for not going until the morning," answered Mr. Burke. I was confused now as I thought, "Why would he tell his wife that?" He must have seen the puzzled look on my face. "So now we can spend some more time together." My best friend's dad moved in once again and kissed me. He then lifted me on to the counter. He slipped off my t-shirt and then kissed me some more. He rubbed his hands on my chest and lightly pinched my nipples. He kissed my neck and shoulders. He lifted my arm and stuck his face in my armpit. He took a big smell and then licked my sweaty pit. I saw his body physically shudder. I think he enjoyed it. I at first thought it was kind of weird, but it made my body feel warm. If he wanted to do it, it was fine by me. In fact, whatever this man wanted to do, I was ok with. Now, my former coach moved to my feet. He removed my shoes and socks. The, he took another big sniff, this time of my feet. He then licked the bottom of my feet and then started sucking my toe. He moved the other foot to his crotch and rubbed his dick. I could feel that he was extremely hard. Again, I thought this was a little weird, but when I felt Mr. Burke's hard dick, I felt my boy penis start to grow. Mr. Burke then headed for my shorts. He took his time by kissing, licking, and smelling my leg. As I was still sitting on the counter, I tried to help. I stuck my thumbs inside the waistband of both my shorts and underwear and started to pull them both down when he stopped me. "No," he said, "just the shorts, champ." My face reddened. I had my old spiderman briefs on. I don't know why I put them on in the morning after my shower. I think it was because I was coming here. I never imagined that anyone, especially Mr. Burke, would see them. I just liked to feel more like a little boy sometimes. Mr. Burke didn't seem to be surprised. "Maybe he saw them on the floor in his room earlier." I said to myself. "Oh yes," he said softly, "just like Tommy wears." I was shocked. "Tommy still wears these?!?!" Of course, I didn't say this out loud. But I did make a mental note to check out his underwear drawer over the weekend. Mr. Burke kissed me again. He was breathing much heavier. He was still standing and fully clothed. I was still sitting on the counter, but only in my spiderman briefs that were at least a size too small. He then stepped to the side of me. He slipped an arm under my legs and I felt his other arm slide across my back and his hand move into my armpit. I remained still. The only movement I had made to this point was to take off my shorts and underwear and I was rebuked. So, I was not going to do anything else unless I was told. In a quick movement, Tommy's dad scooped me into his arms. I did not expect that. I instinctively grabbed at his shoulder to keep steady. Once he was stabilized and had me comfortably held like a little boy, he kissed me again. Then, he started to walk. I rested my head on his shoulder. I didn't know where we were headed, but I was happy to do whatever my former coach wanted. As we headed up the stairs, I started to kiss his neck and then I nibbled on his earlobe. I felt weird again. I did not know what I was doing. I had seen guys and girls do that in regular movies. I didn't know if I was doing it correctly or if it even felt good to my man. "Mmmmm, yes champ, that feels good." My cock got even harder. My coach liked what I was doing. I hugged tighter and kissed and sucked harder and faster on his neck. "woah, woah, stop!" He said as he stopped walking. "What coach?" I asked, startled. "Did I do it wrong?" Mr. Burke giggled and said, "No, champ, it was great. But you might give me a hickey. That might ruin our secret." Thankfully, he could tell I didn't know what a hickey was. So, as he proceeded up the stairs, he explained what a hickey was and how you get one. We were now back in his bedroom and he set me down on his bed. He looked down at me. I watched his eyes move up and down my body. I felt a little embarrassed to be just in my little spideys, but he seemed to enjoy the view, so I relaxed. I was so hard again and was ready to be with this man. I wanted to suck his cock again. After what he had said earlier, I thought this was never going to happen again. He pulled off his hoodie. But then he paused. "I have to make one more call." He pulled out his phone and I assumed scrolled through his contacts until he found the person he needed to call. He tapped the phone and then put it to his ear. He looked down at me and smiled. "Hi, Kate, this is Jason Burke, Mikey's friend Tommy's dad." "Oh no!" I screamed inside my head. "Why is he calling my mom? And why did he describe himself like that? She knows who he is." I couldn't hear my mom's response, so I had no idea what was happening. "Oh no no no, everything is fine. Oh, I'm sorry if I scared you. He's fine and in fact he is right here with me. You see, my plans changed. I ended up getting stuck with a work emergency that made me miss my flight." I watched and listened nervously. Mr. Burke paused as I assume my mom was saying something. Finally, he continued: "Yes, well, I will get the early flight tomorrow, so it shouldn't mess up the trip too much. But I was calling to ask a favor, actually." He paused again. This was killing me! What was my mom saying and what was this favor he needed? Finally, he started talking again: "I'm still finishing up this contract here at home, and I'm having it picked up early in the morning, but the messenger service won't get here until after I leave. The contract is too sensitive to leave outside, so I was wondering if Mikey could spend the night here, so he could give the contract to the messenger when they get here. Plus, I'm super busy with this now, so he can handle the dog for me if he acts up." Mr. Burke looked at me again and smiled even bigger. He seemed to be enjoying himself. I started to relax. I don't usually lie to my mom, but I liked being a little devious with Tommy's dad. "Just our little secret," I thought. He was nodding his head, so I assumed everything was going ok. "Thank you so much, Kate. I really appreciate it. He can stay in Tommy's room and I'll find some pajamas and clean clothes for the morning for him. He's a little bigger than Tommy, but I'm sure there is something that will work. I know we got a new package of toothbrushes for the trip, so I'll get him to brush..." Another pause. "Oh sure, he's right here. I'll hand him the phone. And thanks again, Kate. Bye" Mr. Burke handed me the phone with an even bigger grin. I sat up and took the phone. "Hi mom." I looked over at Mr. Burke while I tried to listen to my mom rattle off instructions. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his big, hard dick and was moving it all around, all the while smiling at me. I couldn't believe what was happening. My fantasies were coming true. Tommy's dad blew off his family to be with me and even lied to my mom. Now, I get to sleep over with him. But the craziest is that he is showing off his cock while I'm on the phone with my mom! "Ok, mom, I will," I replied even though I barely heard anything she said. After a few more instructions, she ended with "Bye, I love you." "I love you, too, Mom," I said then ended the call and handed the phone back to Mr. Burke. "Aww, you're such a good boy, telling your mom that you love her," he said in a slightly teasing manner. He had managed to put his dick away and zip his pants again which was disappointing. "Are you ready to my good, little boy?" Mr. Burke asked as he sat down next to me and put his arm around me. "Yes, coach, I will do whatever you want!" I said eagerly, although I was feeling a little slighted that he was calling me a little boy as I was thinking I was grown up. "OK, maybe the underwear says otherwise," I thought to myself. "Well, would my good, little boy do something for me?" Mr. Burke asked coyly. "Yes, sir!" I replied, too eagerly this time. In fairness, I still had the image of his cock bouncing in front of me in my head, and I assumed it had something to do with what my former coach wanted. "OK, come with me," he said as he stood up and took my hand. Mr. Burke guided me into the bathroom. "You trust me, right champ?" he asked. "Umm yes, coach," I said, but suddenly, I felt a little nervous. "OK, stand there, perfectly still," he explained. Mr. Burke quickly pulled my spiderman briefs to my knees. My dick had mostly softened but now with it suddenly exposed, I could feel the blood began to rush into it. I looked into the mirror. It was surreal to see my former coach standing next to me with my little briefs at my knees, my cock growing, my little patch of pubes, and the rest of my naked body fully exposed to him. Mr. Burke opened a drawer and pulled out an electric trimmer like my barber used on my neck. It made a loud, buzzing noise as he turned it on. I must have instinctively stepped back because Mr. Burke said sternly: "Stay still. I won't hurt you; you'll be fine." "OK, sorry coach," I said with a nervous giggle. As he slowly moved the trimmer to my small, thin patch of pubic hair, he looked into my eyes and explained what he was doing: "A good, little boy doesn't have any hair down there. Nope, a good boy is nice and smooth for his daddy." It only took a few swipes with the clippers and the hair I had been so proud to see over the last few months was gone. Then, he lifted each arm and wiped away the few strands of hair that had sprouted recently. It all happened so quickly that I didn't have time to resist even if I wanted. The fact that Mr. Burke referred to himself as daddy was swirling thru my head to further add chaos to the moment. Mr. Burke set the clippers back in the drawer. He grabbed a washcloth and wiped away the bit of loose hair from me and then crouched down next to me. He looked into the mirror at me and said: "That's much better. You made daddy so happy." My face reddened. I guess I liked it because my dick was rock hard. It looked bigger. I still wasn't processing Mr. Burke calling himself daddy, but I was glad to make him happy. My own dad died in a car accident before I was born, so I never called anyone dad or daddy. But any time I ever thought of having a dad, I never thought of having sex with him. So, this was new to me. But the whole day was crazy, so I wasn't thinking too deep about anything. Mr. Burke pulled my briefs all the way down and guided my feet to step out of them. He picked them up and then walked back to his bed. He guided me to lie on the bed. I was naked and now hairless on my dick. Mr. Burke began to kiss and lick my body again. He focused more on the area he had just made smooth, along with my underarms and feet. He was also taking in the scents from these areas. He still had my underwear in his hand. Now, he set my spiderman briefs onto my cock. I quickly realized it was because he wanted to free his hand to take his own clothes off. He looked at me while he stripped. I recalled the locker room at the pool as I saw this man get naked. I had no idea why I kept stealing glances back then, but now I knew, and I soaked up all of it. His muscled, hairy chest, his tight stomach, the bone in his hips, his unbelievable cock surrounded by all that curly hair. I felt my heart begin to race and my cock jump even weighted down by my underwear that he had strategically set there. Once he was completely naked, he grabbed the underwear once again. Now, he brought them to his face. He inhaled deeply through his nose while he touched himself. Then, he touched himself with the underwear while he touched my cock. "ohm coach," I moaned as his touch sent shockwaves through me. "Do you like that, champ? I want to make you feel good like you do for me," he said while he continued to stroke both of us. I hoped he would let me suck his cock soon. I didn't realize Tommy's dad had other things in mind. He got onto the bed and moved on top of me. His chest hair tickled my smooth chest. We kissed. I felt my balls churn. I was about to cum. For the first time ever, I tried to hold it back. I had never even thought about trying to control it, but I realized it was enhancing the pleasure I was feeling. Mr. Burke stopped kissing me and took another strong whiff of my underwear. I had savored this man's scent from his dirty underwear earlier but still was surprised that he was doing it with mine. I felt his cock touch my thigh. I moved my leg to rub it further. I felt the head. His Pre-cum was on my leg now. I wanted to taste it. That was another new feeling for me. I could feel my mouth watering for this man's juice. I squeezed my thighs together. His cock was now pinned between them. He started to thrust his hips slightly so that his cock moved up and down my inner thighs until it touched my balls. When it hit them, it would leave another droplet of pre-cum. All the while, Tommy's dad was looking into my eyes. I started to moan as this was incredible. "Oh coach, this feels so good!" "I've got more for you, champ!" He proclaimed as he repositioned himself. I felt his strong hands on my legs. He yanked them from between his legs up to his chest and then he spread them wide. He now had a firm grip of them just above the back of the knee. He proceeded to push towards my chest which caused my butt to rise off the bed. Mr. Burke continued to bend me like a rubber action figure. My dick poked into my stomach. My butt was way up in the air. It was then he gave me the single greatest feeling I had ever experienced. Mr. Burke, my former coach and still my best friend's dad, stuck out his tongue and licked my butt hole. Not once or twice, but like 10 or 15 times. I lost count early on. In fact, those few moments were a total blur. I don't know if I started screaming first or cumming, but I did a lot of both. As I was in the early stages of puberty, the sounds ranged from high pitched squeals to an occasional manly grunt. My body shook uncontrollably as his tongue was sending shockwaves thru me with each touch. I could feel my little hole spasm and try to grab hold of his tongue, but Mr. Burke worked to fast. He was moving it so quickly it was making a flicking sound. My cum was painting my stomach and rolling up my chest towards my chin. I never cummed without touching my cock before. I never cummed for so long. My balls wouldn't stop firing. Mr. Burke finally ended his oral assault on my butt and set me back down on the bed. My heart was still racing, and I was panting. Now that I was lying flat, my cum settled on my chest and stomach. Mr. Burke stood up and looked down at me, grinning: "I guess I got a little carried away. I'll give you a quick break, champ. Coach has another drill for you." Coach walked out of the room. I closed my eyes. My body was still tingling. I could feel the cum on my body. I didn't look, but I could tell it was so much more than I ever cummed during a good stroke session. I loved those times when I was home alone. I would get completely naked, lie on my bed, and stroke my cock until I shot my load all over my body. Then, I would just rest there while me cum dried on me. Sometimes I would run my fingers thru it and taste it. Some would drop into my little patch of pubes. I liked to play with the cum-filled hairs. Now, my hand went down to play with my pubes... "oh shit, they're gone!" I whispered. I couldn't believe he shaved me. I couldn't believe he wanted to do it, and that I let him. "Oh well," I thought, "they'll grow back." I slid my hand down my chest. Once I felt cum, I swirled my hand around in it. Then, I went down to my now smooth pubic area. I rubbed my cum into the area like it was lotion. I liked the feeling. And I realized I liked the feeling that Mr. Burke did this to me�that he made me a little boy again. I could feel blood rushing to my penis again. "Well, well, well, I think my little boy is ready to continue," Mr. Burke said, standing in the door. My eyes opened quickly and turned towards the sound of his voice. I don't know how long he was standing there watching me. He looked amazing. His cock had softened and was dangling between his legs. His hairy stomach and chest looked so inviting. I wanted to run my hands thru it. I wanted him to kiss me again. I wanted him to lick my butt again. I didn't know that it was a thing�to lick a butt. But it felt amazing! Now, Mr. Burke stood at the side of the bed. He set a small bottle on his nightstand, and said: "Come over here, little boy, daddy's cock needs some attention." I still felt weird when he called himself daddy, but I scooched over so that I was next to him. My face at his crotch. His cock was soft. I wasn't sure what to do. I was expecting it to get hard. I looked up at him. "Put it in your little boy mouth, it'll get hard, don't worry," Mr. Burke said as if he was reading my mind. So, I did as I was told. It was certainly easier than when it was so big and hard. But it was weird how squishy it felt. I felt Mr. Burke's hands on my head, running thru my hair. "Oh yes, such a good boy, sucking daddy's cock," he whispered as his hips started to move. He suddenly jammed my head into him. My face was deep in his bush, and I felt his balls at my chin. His soft cock filled my mouth. Then, he pulled me away. He repeated the movements a few more times until his cock began to harden. The larger cock was causing me to gag. He went back to softly running his hand thru my hair and coaching me to suck his now big and rock-hard cock. "Yeah, there you go, my sweet boy lick daddy's shaft. Now take it in your mouth. Mmmmm yeah, my boy getting so good at this. Yeah, keep going." I found myself working hard to please my coach. I liked hearing his soothing voice like when he was teaching me how to shoot a basketball. Instead of telling me how to hold the basketball, he was telling me how to hold his balls. But it was the same assuring and encouraging voice. Now, his words pushed me a little more to suck his juicy cock faster and deeper. I was doing better than earlier, and I found it was giving more pleasure. I don't know if it were because Mr. Burke had awoken something in my butt with his tongue, but I could feel a strong, burning desire building inside my butt that I had never felt before. My tongue and mouth were having a definite impact on my former coach. His breathing became more rapid, and his words were more assertive: "Suck my harder, boy. Come on, take my thick cock deeper into that little mouth. Squeeze my balls. Oh yes, you're gonna make daddy cum!" I kept at it but readied myself for him to shoot his load into my mouth. I wanted to swallow it all down this time. I wanted to make him proud of me. Mr. Burke tightened his grip on my head. But, instead of jamming my head further into him, he pulled me off his cock. I looked up at him. I must have done something wrong. He could tell that he had startled me and that I looked confused. "It's ok, champ. You were perfect. It's just that daddy has bigger plans," he said as he easily tossed me face down on to the bed. I heard get on to the bed behind me. "Get up on all fours, little boy," Mr. Burke said as grabbed my hips and lifted me. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but I was immediately delighted as the man attacked my butt with his mouth once again. "Oh coach," I exclaimed, "I love this so much." My whole body was electrified as before, but I didn't feel the immediate urge to cum as before. I was wrapped up in own pleasures, so I didn't hear Mr. Burke grab the bottle he had put on the nightstand. I would discover later that it was lube, and that Mr. Burke coated his cock with it generously. I turned my head to look back when I felt Mr. Burke stopped tonguing my now twitching hole. Before I could even see what, he was doing back there, Mr. Burke grabbed my head and forced it down into the bed. It wasn't painful, but it was much more forceful than anything Tommy's dad had ever done to me. "Just relax and keep still," he said in that familiar coach voice. I tried to relax. Everything had been amazing all day, so I wasn't worried. I trusted Tommy's dad. In fact, I felt myself getting excited in anticipation of what the sexy man was going to do with me next. I felt a wetness at the top of my butt crack and then whatever it was began to run down to my hole. My coach began to rub his now wet finger on my tight hole. It wasn't the instant pleasure that his tongue provided, but I was definitely responding to it positively. "Ooohhhh coach," I said, wanting him to know I liked what he was doing. "It feels so good when you play wiaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" I never felt such pain! Coach stuck his finger in my butt. He controlled my body with his other hand as if he expected me to try to resist. Before I could complain further or ask him to stop, he tried to reassure me: "It's ok, my boy. Daddy's got you. Just trust me." And I did. I stuck my face into the mattress and tried to be tough. Fuck, it hurt so bad. I wondered why he wanted to do this. I kept hearing his soothing voice while he moved his finger in and out. After a while, the pain lowered to just a constant stinging at my hole. But Mr. Burke was moving his finger around inside me which was occasionally rubbing something that was confusingly pleasant. I couldn't really pinpoint it, but I found myself focusing on it which helped forget the pain. Soon, it was all I needed�for him to touch the spot. I found myself squirming to guide him to it. He knew when he hit it now because I couldn't restrain my shrieks of pleasure. Suddenly, he stopped. I snapped my head back to see why. As I made eye contact with my coach, I was greeted with a sly grin and soothing words: "Don't worry, my horny, little boy, daddy has more for you." Satisfied that this new method of pleasuring would continue, I pressed my face back into the mattress. I tried to raise my hips and spread my legs a bit to give my coach even better access to my now hungry hole. I felt the pressure once again at my hole and tried to relax. "ah fuck coach, it hurts more this time," I whined as the pain radiated thru my body. "Just relax kid," he said sternly. His voice was deeper and more forceful. And now, his actions were too. The pressure got stronger. I felt both his hands on my hips. I realized what was happening. "Oh god, Mr. Burke, no I don't think I can do this!" I said very frightened. I heard him giggle. "Son, believe me, you are so ready for this," he said as I felt his grip tighten. The pain flooded over me. I screamed into the mattress. I felt his hips against my butt. His long, thick cock was inside my butt! I had no idea how it was even possible. But I did trust my former coach. I slowly was able to relax. I realized Mr. Burke hadn't moved once he jammed his cock fully inside me and I guess that was helping. I still felt incredible pressure where my butt felt ripped apart, but there was a new sensation building inside of me. Mr. Burke must have figured it out before me. "Maybe he has done this before," I wondered to myself. He knew precisely when the pain faded, because he relaxed his grip and started to rub my butt. Then, he started to rub my butt. He ever so slightly moved his hips. "Aaaahhh!" I shrieked in pain. "Easy boy, you can do this," Mr. Burke said encouragingly while he softly patted my butt. The pain was tough, but that other feeling was still building, and my mind continued to be drawn to it. Mr. Burke kept up the pattern of slight movements and my reactions started to diminish. I wasn't sure, but it felt like he was sliding his cock out of me. "Maybe he was done!" I thought excitedly. But even before I finished the thought, I felt him drive back in. The pain wasn't as bad, and I definitely felt something good happening there, too. Mr. Burke began to slide his cock further out before sliding it back in. I was somehow getting used to the pain and looked forward to his cock driving back in. It was hitting something in there that was sending a zing thru me. "There ya go little boy, you're taking daddy's cock now. Oh yes, such a tight little hole in my good little boy." Mr. Burke said as began to speed up his movements. "Ow!" I yelled when he suddenly slapped my butt. That only made him spank me harder. While he continued to spank me with his right hand, his left hand gripped my hip tight to hold me steady while he started to go in and out of me with his big, thick cock hast and hard. I was now grunting. So much was happening. I didn't understand why Tommy's dad was spanking me. I was feeling intense pressure and these jolts of pleasure, but I couldn't tell where it was coming from. Mr. Burke stopped spanking me so that he could reach around and rub my hard, little boy cock. I was rocking back and forth now as he was starting to shove his cock in and out of me fast. "Tell your daddy to fuck you, boy!" My former coach demanded as his breathing quickened. I heard him, but I didn't say anything. I wasn't really sure what he meant. "Let me hear it boy!" Mr. Burke stopped stroking me and spanked me once again. "Fuck me daddy," I said apprehensively. "Say it like you mean it, you little cock slut," he said in a demanding tone. I tried to focus on the good feeling his cock was giving me. "Fuck me, daddy!" I said more enthusiastically. It must have worked because he grabbed my cock again and seemed to drive in even harder. "Oh yes little boy, daddy loves fucking you," Mr. Burke said in a more soothing but hurried voice. I don't know if it was his cock inside me, his hand stroking my hard cock or hearing him say that, but the feeling inside me seemed to explode all throughout my body and I replied without prompting: "Oh daddy, oh yes, fuck me daddy, I love your cock inside of me. Don't stop daddy, I want to be your good, little boy!" I think that is what he wanted to hear. "Oh, fuck yes, daddy is going to breed his boy. Oh yes, take my load, son." He said panting. My body was beginning to shake. I was about to cum, but my insides were already spasming. It was amazing. I was shouting I think, but I don't know for sure. And then I started to cum. I heard Mr. Burke grunt and then announce: "I'm cumming! Aaahhh fuck" My body was convulsing over and over, and Mr. Burke kept pounding my ass. The pleasure was so intense. Finally, Mr. Burke relented. I felt his body lean on to me and I felt his sweaty body against mine. The weight of him forced me to lie flat on the mattress. I was now completely underneath him. He kissed me on the cheek. I grimaced as I felt his softening cock slip out of me. "I love you, Tommy," he said as got up and walked out of the room. I was fairly sure that I heard correctly, but I was still on such a high that it didn't set in. I lay there still. I could feel a puddle of cum underneath me, but it wasn't enough of an annoyance to prevent me drifting off to sleep in total bliss. -------------------- That's the end of Chapter 3. Ch. 4 will be posted soon. Feel free to email me with comments. JC jclarkson36@gmail.com Don't forget to donate!