Date: Mon, 13 Jul 2009 18:37:10 -0700
From: A Scribe <wordspenned@gmail.com>
Subject: Burlington

Do not read this if you are not old enough to read this material by law
(secular or religious) and if in doubt don't. This is a product of my often
over active imagination and has no other basis in reality or fact. Enjoy
the story and feel free to share your thoughts, reactions and constructive
comments to the work by writing to me at wordspenned@gmail.com


Working my way through college seemed like a lot of effort for minimum
reward if I followed the traditional approach. A job is a job they all told
me. When you are done studying you will make decent money. Until then just
suck it up. Oh, if Lizzie had only known what her comment would lead to I
am sure she would be horrified. I sucked it up all right. The "it" just
happened to be the sweet nectar of teenage boys.

These sexual antics led me to change my career choice from becoming an
accountant to becoming a therapist. Naturally my thesis was done on teenage
sexuality. One of my professors commented I must have a special knack for
getting teens to reveal such intimate details. How did I get them to open
up? Well, sir, a little beer is always a good start. Whiskey or rum tends
to put them to sleep a little too soon. Good for getting them to open up if
you don't mind a one-sided interaction. He chuckled and walked away
mumbling something to the effect of me being such a joker.

My biggest decision once I graduated was choosing a location. A balance
between seclusion plus enough business to allow traveling was what I was
seeking. Vermont was somewhere I had planned on visiting but never gotten
around to experiencing. Since none of the job offers available appealed to
me I decided on a road trip to Vermont with a side strip up into Canada.
Several months would pass before I made it to Canada. Ironically it was a
local sheriff's deputy who was responsible for me working a scenic twenty
minutes drive north of Burlington. The high school counselor was retiring
and it seemed Vermont was not quite what most young therapists had in
mind. I introduced myself to the headmaster, who was so desperate he
allowed me to combine sessions at home with a few sessions at school if
some of the kids couldn't make it out to the house or whose parents were
uncomfortable with the idea.

I checked in at a local Bed and Breakfast then started making circles
around Burlington in search of homes for sale. This took longer than usual
since I had to wait until after school to get an idea of the attractiveness
of the different neighborhoods. A couple of times I was stopped by a
patrolman but showing him the ad of the house for sale with an admission of
being lost quelled any suspicions. The house I finally settled on was set
back about a quarter mile from the road. You could see most of it quite
clearly from the road yet a third of the house was shielded from view by a
thick stand of trees. My attention though was drawn to the park just down
the road from where I had stopped.

The park was right on the edge of downtown and surrounded by a few quaint
little shops, a diner and an all important coffee shop offering
espresso. One of the braver kids cycling in a group of six approach me and
flat out asked me if I was enjoying staring at them. I was leaning against
the side of my car with the flyer on the hood. He stood his ground as I let
my gaze travel up his cute body from toe to head. Still without saying a
word I reached out and grasped his left wrist. He may have been more
surprised than shocked as I placed his hand directly over my erection. His
body shielded my actions from the view of his equally cute friends.

"Care to show me around the house back there?" I asked still keeping his
hand pressed against my cock.

"Do you really want me to show you the house?" he countered.

"Absolutely, I need to know if it will be secluded enough for what I have
in mind."

"And what's that?"

"What's what?" I countered.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Right now, your behind."

"Will you settle for just the front?"

"Since it's our first time together, ok." I agreed. "After you've visited a
few times the sucking will become fucking."

He rode back to tell his friends he was playing tour guide and made certain
I heard him tell them to call the cops if he wasn't back in a couple of
hours. I insisted he give one of his friends my cell phone number and after
a test call they went back to their riding while I walked up to the house
alongside Sam.

Since the one and only local realtor was in bed with the flu, she had given
me the access code for the lock box. The home was a double storey with a
lower and an upper porch. The upstairs railing I noted was solid wood,
which provided complete privacy from the waist down. The lower porch was
more open to view both from the road and the driveway. Still I did like the
swing chair and thought enjoying the delight's of Sam's cute body on it
would be worth the risk. The front two thirds of the house were the usual
living room, dining room and a bonus room. From the pictures online I knew
I would love the place in terms of furnishings, flooring, etc. This visit
was to check on the privacy factor.

What would become my office was at the back of the house behind the
kitchen. The kitchen led out into a sun room with the office at the end of
the sun room to the left. The sun room was screened in. A plus since this
was going to become my den of iniquity. I would turn this place into a
sumptuous little space with lots of luxurious materials, cushions, stools
and other innocent items of furniture that could convert into accessories
to a good hard fucking. Some strategically placed area rugs would cover the
leather cuffs I planned on bolting into the floor at various intervals.

Sam gave me a strange look when I asked him to lie down alongside the wall
in my office and hesitated until I told him I needed to see if there was
enough space for my treatment couch. He didn't need to know I had a tape
measure in my jacket pocket. Sam remarked that it must be convenient to
have a job where a couch is part of the equipment. Looking him straight in
the eye I told him it was one of the main reasons I chose this
career. After my actions at the car there was little point in beating
around the bush. Unless it was his sweet little bush but that would have to
wait. The beating part only since I was going to get to bury my nose in his
bush before we left the house.

This time as we made our way back to the stairs I asked Sam to stand in
front of the windows. He gasped the first couple of times I placed my hands
on his hips and gently drew him back towards me. There was no mistaking the
intention of our position despite the fact I kept several inches of space
between his ass and my groin. He blushed when I had him bend over the
island counter top in the kitchen. Although his feet were a little off the
ground I discovered his ass was in a perfectly good position for
fucking. Apart from feeding my imagination I was doing this to help Sam get
used to my touch and to keep the sexual aspect of our relationship in the
forefront of his mind.

Since the house was being sold as part of an estate the furniture was
included. Good solid wooden furniture from a bygone era that would hold up
to a good pounding. Heavy enough to stay in place once my little "fly" had
entered my web, no matter how hard he struggled. Sometimes, ok oftentimes,
there is nothing prettier than a slender, mid-teen naked boy bound in a
deep armchair. Right now though it was the sight of Sam obediently bending
over a pile of pillows in the guest bedroom that had my attention. This
time when he hesitated I told him he was being silly since in less than
twenty minutes he was going to unload in my mouth. Of course, if he wanted
company we could wait until his friends called and invite them to join
us. I was more than willing to suck six cocks instead of just his cock. The
alacrity with which he ended up over the pillows told me quite clearly he
did not want his friends to know of his tastes in matters sexual.

In five minutes or so his friends would be calling to check on him. The
perfect time to start enjoying my treat had arrived. I placed my cell phone
on the table and handed him the Bluetooth headset. His eyes widened a
little when I explained we might not be done before his friends
called. While he clipped the headset to his ear I knelt out of sight and
began unfastening his denim shorts. I wasted no time in yanking down his
pants and boxers. There would be other days when young Sam would be
tortured with an excruciatingly slow sucking. Today I wanted him to be left
with how awesome it was to get blown.

He was leaning over me bracing himself on the railing when his friends
called. I was groping his ass cheeks with even more passion than I was
sucking on his throbbing cock. My tongue was working the head of his nice,
cut dick while he chatted with his friends. Somehow he managed to keep them
from uncovering what was going on even though he was still talking to them
as he unleashed three or four nice streams of thick, sweet cum into my
eager mouth. After licking my lips and his balls clean I left him to pull
up his shorts while I crawled into the bedroom.

His friends were waiting for us at the car when we finally made it out to
the road. We had paused for a few kisses before leaving the house. I had to
point out his sweet lips were classified as part of the front and he had
agreed to share his front with me. I was glad to see the kissing left him a
little weak in the knees as we left the house. Fortunately the walk helped
him regain his composure.

While we were walking back to the car I told him I was thinking of
enlisting him and his friends in helping me unload the few items I would be
bringing with me. Sam had asked if I had a whole lot of stuff. I told him
it would take me on my own about three hours to unload but I didn't want to
pass up the opportunity to ogle some nice young shirtless boys. Summer was
proving to be hot in many ways even this far north. I thought I detected a
blush when he asked if I wouldn't mind if he was the only one to help
me. He wanted the extra cash to buy his mom a birthday present. I told him
that worked for me since it would make it easier for me to get what I
wanted. Yes, he was in effect bribing me but that's ok. Bribery and
corruption is not always all bad.

One of the other kids asked me if I thought I was going to be buying the
house. I told them I would be putting in an offer. Seeing how the others
slumped I asked what was wrong. They said they enjoyed camping out and
riding their bikes through the woods at the back of the property. I told
them I was sure we could come to some arrangement to allow this to continue
if they followed some simple ground rules (groan) ; paid a toll (groan) and
respected my privacy (groan). Despite the groans this got me a group hug
from some very sweaty youngsters but I did not mind. My intention was to
ensure this was not the last group hug we shared although if it were the
last group hug we shared with our clothes on I would be well satisfied.