Date: Thu, 12 Aug 2021 02:47:35 -0500 From: Jason Clarkson Subject: Mr. Burke - chapter 9 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 8 Mr. Burke collapsed on the floor backwards. Tommy turned, still on all fours, and crawled on top of his dad. He rested his head on his dad's chest as it raised and lowered from the intense workout. I could see the puddles of cum on my best friend's back. I felt my own cum sliding across my skin. I had let go of my cock finally. Reality began to set in. This was absolutely amazing, but I couldn't help but think to myself: "How was I going to get out of here?" ------------------------- I lie still. I could hear my heart pounding still. Tommy's head was still resting on his dad's chest. His pecs were flared. They looked like they made a great pillow for his boy. I could see Mr. Burke's cock dangling between his legs. It rested comfortably on his balls and the head almost touched the floor. I could see a thin line of juice from the slit to the floor and a little puddle had formed. It was a perfect mixture of Tommy ass juice, lube, and Mr. Burke seed. I wanted to devour it. I also had a perfect view of my best friend's perfect little butt. I could see the nicely defined crack, but I couldn't see the hole. I got a peek of it earlier: pink and tight. I bet at this point it looked red and used. I think I was glad I couldn't see it after the pounding it just received. Tommy started talking first: "So, Daddy, what made you want to do this again?" Mr. Burke ran a hand through Tommy's hair and replied: "I think it was hanging out with you on the trip and accidentally walking in on you changing. I realized you're still my little boy, but that's not going to last forever. So, I wanted to share one more special time with you" "What do ya mean, Daddy?" Tommy asked as he sat up a bit, resting his head in his hand with his elbow now digging into his dad's pec. His other hand softly played with Mr. Burke's chest hair. "I mean you're going to be a man soon." Mr. Burke said. I think he was trying to explain puberty to him. I was surprised Tommy wasn't catching on. Mr. Burke continued as he could tell Tommy was confused. "Your body is going to change. Think about your friend, Mikey. Don't you notice he has hair now-- under his arms and down there. And he's growing so much." Tommy thought for a second, then said: "Wait, how do you know he has hair down there?" Mr. Burke stammered a bit. I was mildly freaking out in my hiding spot. I couldn't believe he was talking about me at all, but now he really messed up. "Umm, well, umm, I can just tell. That's what I mean, it's pretty obvious when a boy becomes a man." "Nice save, Mr. Burke." I whispered from the closet. "So, if he's like hairy and stuff now, do you think Mikey can cum?" I could see Mr. Burke physically fidgeting under his son. I smiled knowing Tommy's questions were making him uncomfortable. "Serves him right," I thought. But again, he slithered his way out of it: "I'm sure a lot of your friends can cum. And you'll be able to soon." "Really?" Tommy replied with excitement, "I can't wait!" "Just be discreet about it and don't leave messes or stains that your mom will find," Mr. Burke said. Tommy got quiet. I wondered what he was thinking. I was hoping it was about me cumming and having hair on my dick. "How are you and Mikey doing? Like as friends. I don't see him around as often.". Mr. Burke asked as he started to softly rub the butt he just annihilated. "Oh, we're fine. We don't get to hang out as much because I have so many practices and games, but we still sit next to each other in class. I have other friends at school that I play sports with that Mikey doesn't hang out with, but me and him still hangout. He's kind of a dork, but I like him." Tommy giggled as he said that last part. I probably should have been mad or hurt that he called me a dork. It was kind of true and I realized, yeah, Tommy did have all those other friends, but he still hung out with me. "Wow!" I thought, "he must like me' Before I got myself all crazy, I reminded myself that he could like me as his friend like normal and not like me like he wanted me to fuck him. It sure would be nice if he meant the latter though. Mr. Burke stayed with this line of questioning: "So, what do you guys talk about when you're hanging out?" Tommy answered the way I would want him to: "I dunno, not much." Mr. Burke probed further: "I mean, like, do you talk about girls and stuff?" Tommy wasn't sure where his dad was headed, but he knew he wanted no part of it. He responded quickly and sternly: "Dad, stop!" Mr. Burke backed off thankfully: "Ok, ok, sorry. I was just curious how he is doing. After his dad died, he quit sports, right? I was wondering what other things he might be doing." I really wished I couldn't hear them talking anymore. I didn't quit sports because my dad died. Yeah, I stopped playing on teams then because I really wasn't that good. I still and will play sports with friends or whatever. Tommy said something that I didn't even realize had happened: "Yeah, well he stopped playing when his dad got really sick. But, then the whole rest of the school year and summer he really wouldn't even talk to me, but then at the start of the next school year, he was friendly again." Tears welled up in my eyes. I missed my dad so much. I couldn't believe I was such a jerk to Tommy, and he was still nice to me. Both things were hitting me. I had to keep it together because I had to be quiet. Mr. Burke, I think, finally got around to what he wanted to say: "Well, if you ever want to invite him somewhere, like a ballgame or something, you know, just the three of us, let me know. I would be glad to do it. It would have been fun to have him on the ski trip." "Oh, wow Dad, thanks!" Tommy answered excitedly. I started to smile. I felt a tear drop down my cheek, but I had regained my composure. I was smiling because Mr. Burke had Tommy thinking he was so nice when I was pretty sure he was trying to get the 3 of us alone together. I guess he had accomplished what he wanted, because then Me. Burke said: "Alright champ, let's get you in the shower. I'll straighten up your room a bit and then join you." "Yes!" I thought, "a perfect chance to make my getaway." I stayed still, waiting for them to leave Tommy's room. Tommy left first. I could see the cum on his back--puddle marks and lines where it rolled off his back. I loved it and also seeing his butt wiggle as he walked. Mr. Burke got up and first straightened the made bed. It was a bit wrinkled where he sat while he playfully spanked Tommy. I watched Mr. Burke pick up the basketball uniform, compression shorts and socks and toss them in the hamper. As he tucked Tommy's shoes under the bed and began his exit from the room, I readied myself to get out of this house. Mr. Burke paused at the doorway, looked back at the shoes, then in an instant grabbed the shoes and headed right for me. I don't think there was anything I could have done anyway, but I was completely unprepared as he threw open the closet door. He didn't see me at first, but as he bent over to set the shoes down, our eyes met. "What the fuuucckkkk!?!? Mikey? What are you doing in there? How did you get in there?" Mr. Burke said, much more restrained than I thought. But his eyes and face were telling a different story. His eyes darted between my eyes and body then to the empty room and then back to me. I could tell he was processing the whole situation. I didn't need to answer his questions he was figuring it all out in his own. I just had no idea what he was going to do or say next. "Stay there and keep quiet," he said forcefully but, in a whisper. I watched him scurry out of the room. I slumped down even further, practically getting into the fetal position. I had made a mess of this situation. Mr. Burke returned quickly with a new set of commands: "Hurry up. Get out of there and get dressed." I jumped out and tried to follow his orders exactly so he wouldn't get madder at me. As I dressed, he told me the plan: "Tommy is in the shower. I'm going to go stand by the bathroom door and hold it shut just in case he was to try to come out. You are going to quietly walk downstairs and get the fuck out of this house." "Yes, sir." I answered. "We will talk later about what you saw or heard in here, but you don't mention a fucking word to anyone, including Tommy." I just put my head down. Mr. Burke stepped closer to me: "Do you understand? Not a fucking word!" "Yes sir," I answered humbly. As I started to walk with him, I started to feel a little mad that he didn't trust me. But I guess being caught in his son's underwear hiding in a closet in his house with cum all over me made me a little deserving of a lack of trust. When we got to the bathroom door, he stood in front of it and mouthed "GO" to me. I put my head down and softly walked down the stairs. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I looked back up at Mr. Burke and sort of grinned. He just started at me expressionless. I quickly headed out of the house. Once I got out of the house, I started to run home. I think it was mostly to get rid of the nervous energy I had inside me. "What a crazy day!" I said to myself as I replayed everything in my mind. I got home quickly. I was out of breath and sweating from my run. I couldn't go in yet because my mom would barrage me with questions. Then, I looked around and noticed her car was gone so she must have been gone too. So, I rambled into the house. Before I hit the first step to go upstairs, I had pulled off my shirt. I didn't even realize that my dick was already growing. At the top of the stairs, I kicked off one shoe and then the other. By the time I hit the bathroom door, my shorts were at my knees. I got into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, I stepped out of my shorts and boxers and then slipped off both socks. I paused and looked at my skinny body. I had decent tone. But what I was really noticing was that I was definitely bigger than Tommy in every way. He had always been taller than me. We were both skinny and I never noticed that our chests or shoulders or arms had much definition or that either of us was bigger. But now, just from the memory of seeing his naked body, I was taller, wider at the shoulders and had much more definition to my muscles than him. I flexed a little. I was enjoying looking at my body and how I looked. "I should start working out with weights," I thought briefly as I ran my hand over my small but evident pecs. After a brief squeeze of my bicep, my eyes caught my dick in the mirror. I was rock hard. It sprung straight up from my small patch of black pubes. I turned and reached into the shower and turned it on. While I waited for the water to warm, I looked back into the mirror. I focused on my cock now. It looked big now, but I think I was comparing it to Tommy's. His little boy dick was on my mind. I had been masturbating thinking of Tommy a lot lately, but the image of his dick had always been just an image of mine on his body. I think his whole body was an image of mine because I really hadn't seen his body since maybe going swimming a year before. I actually couldn't remember the last time I had seen him naked. Whenever it was, it wasn't memorable like this morning. I stepped into the shower. I only closed the curtain halfway so that I could see myself in the mirror. It was getting steamy, but I could still see enough. I squirted some body wash into my hand and rubbed it all over my stomach and chest. It didn't lather much yet as I just got it to stick so it wouldn't drip down too much. I used what was left on my hand to start lathering my arm. I took a glop from my chest with my other hand to get my other arm. They were good and lathered and so were my hands. My right hand went to my cock and my left to my balls. I watched in the mirror as my hands worked. Soon, there was a cloud of suds as my right hand pumped by cock. My left hand was squeezing and rubbing my balls. I leaned back against the tiled wall as the pleasure shot through me. I took my left hand off my balls and ran it up onto my stomach. I rubbed vigorously and the suds soon covered my whole body. It felt amazing. I was imagining Tommy rubbing me. His boy hand touching my chest and then down to my stomach, teasing me by avoiding my bouncing cock. Then he pressed his body against me. Oh God, it felt so real. His little boy body against me. I could almost feel his little boy cock humping my leg. I then started to think of only him. I stopped looking at the mirror I turned to the wall and pressed against the tile. Soon, it was soapy and slippery. I ran my body up and down against it. My cock leading the way. In my head, I was fucking Tommy. I had him pressed against the wall. He was whimpering as my hard sudsy dick entered him. He was tight but I knew he had taken his dad's cock so mine should be no problem. "Take my cock like you take your daddy's, you little boy slut. I'm gonna own this tight ass of yours, Tommy boy. Yeah, that's right, you're my little Tommy boy who takes my cock in his tight little boy hole. It's so hungry for my hot cum. I'm going to dump my seed in you Tommy boy." That's what I was telling him in my head as I continued to fuck the tile wall in the shower. I don't think I could ever talk that way with Tommy. But I was loving it. I was fucking the wall hard now. I was pressing my whole body against it. I was bending my knees low and then driving upwards over and over again as if I was slamming into my best friend who I had lathered up to make him slippery. He was taking my cock like the horny little slut boy that he was. The innocent little athlete. He loved playing sports with all his friends, but he loved taking my cock even more. "You need my cock don't you Tommy boy?" I said as I felt my balls begin to churn. I had never felt such power. I was loving it. A rush of heat was coursing thru my body. When I jacked off thinking of Tommy in the past, seemingly hundreds of times, it was always playful. This day was different. This day, I was in charge and Tommy was my little bitch, and that was adding to my pleasure. As I felt myself climbing to the edge, I began to talk more as it made it feel even more real: "Come on Tommy Boy, squeeze that little boy hole around my cock. Make me cum. I'm going to fill you with my seed. It's going to be my loads you will take, not your Daddy's. Your mine now." I spread my arms wide as if I was pressing them against Tommy's. I could almost feel his little hands underneath mine. I felt my stomach against his soapy back. I kept humping the wall. As I did, the slapping sound was like my hips against Tommy's cute little butt cheeks. "Oh, fuck Tommy boy, this feels so good. I love fucking you. I love having my cock inside you. I love...ohhh God ah yes...I love you, Tommy. I love you so much Ttommmyyyy!" I was cumming so hard. Jolts of electricity shot through me. It was the most intense feeling I had ever experienced. My body trembled. My cum was dripping down the wall. I slowly collapsed into the bathtub. I stroked my cock while the water poured down onto my chest from the shower head. 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. ----------- Chapter 10 will finally get the boys together. Then, a couple more chapters for this story. Feel free to email me with comments. JC jclarkson36@gmail.com 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!