Date: Tue, 4 Aug 2009 15:51:48 -0700
From: A Scribe <wordspenned@gmail.com>
Subject: Burlington Part Three

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
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We all have our little quirks. Some of us have quirks that are just a "wee"
bit more perverted than others. Naturally I fail to see the perversion in
my quirks since they seem perfectly reasonable to me. I woke up in my new
home with my new lover alongside me and decided it was time to act upon my
desire to not only be the first guy to fuck and suck my young lovers but
whenever possible to be the first guy they fucked and sucked. Time to take
care of the one remaining element of this quirk, I decided as I fondled
Sam's ass. A well fucked ass since it had also been my after dinner treat
last night.

Glancing at the clock I decided it was time to get things moving along. A
lot of the moving in stuff had been done but those little extras could eat
into one's time if you weren't careful or otherwise distracted. Nothing
quite distracts me like a naked teenager I have just started to draw into
my sordid world of sexual delights. I started squeezing the flesh of his
cute ass more forcibly. His cock awoke before his eyes opened. A startled
expression with a hint of panic flashed across his face until I leant
forward and kissed him on the lips. Seeing my face usually calmed them down
since it triggered some very intense memories. Sam blushed and hesitantly
returned my kiss.

Sliding my arms underneath him I carried him through to the bathroom. We
stood side by side and peed together. Why delay what we both wanted any
more than was necessary? Hand-in-hand we made our way back to the
bedroom. I turned on the video camera. Sam started to get onto the bed but
I pulled him into my arms.

"I had you last night. I want you to have me this morning." I told him.

"You mean...I...you want me to..." he stammered and glanced up at me with
widening eyes.

"Yes, Sam, I do if what you are trying to say is that I want you to fuck
me."

"Why? I mean don't we play different roles?" he asked.

"You mean with me always fucking you and you always being on the receiving
end."

"Yes."

"Some people do keep it this way but if you are to discover what you prefer
you need to try different aspects of sex. After this morning you might want
to be the one always fucked. Unfortunately for you there is no chance of
you always being the one fucking me. I liked fucking you way too much last
night for this to happen."

"I'm glad because I like it a lot and want it to happen again." Sam told
me.

"OK, enough of the small talk. Can we begin? All you have to do is think
back to what I did to you last night. Do the same things to me and we will
be just fine."

Sam spent considerable time coating my ass with lubricant as I held my
position on all fours. My ass was certainly enjoying being finger fucked
and it took a while for me to realize he had three fingers inside me and
that they were spread open. Oh god, I thought, soon I must have him fisting
me. He had that delightful combination of small hands and curiosity. Eager
to learn his level of repulsion at certain acts had not had time to awaken.

"Enough," I told him "get your cock up my ass or we won't have time for
breakfast. Fuck me!"

"Yes sir," he answered and I was convinced he was snapping off a salute
behind me. Fortunately the video showed he didn't go this far.

Despite my assistance Sam was struggling to penetrate me. Finally I
realized what the problem was and once I told him to quit worrying about
hurting me things flowed much more easily. Literally flowed since what had
been an impenetrable barrier suddenly melted like butter and allowed the
head of his cock to enter me. Shocked at this sudden change Sam froze. I
let him hold still for a few minutes. Clenching and unclenching my
sphincter I squeezed his cock and brought him back to the task at hand.

He slowly slid the rest of his cock into me until I could feel his balls
brushing against the back of my thighs. I let him take his time to adjust
to the new sensations and the realization that he was really fucking
somebody. Patiently waiting on all fours I resisted the urge to give him
instructions. He would figure it out. They always did.

Sam gave me a good solid fucking. He withdrew a little too far a couple of
times and feeling him re-enter me increased the pleasure I was
feeling. Once he had confirmed he was not hurting me and encouraged by my
groans of pleasure Sam began to vigorously pound my ass. I knew he wouldn't
last long at this pace. I knew it would also mean a really intense orgasm
since he was committing all of himself to the act. Soon I drifted from
Sam's awareness as the pleasure he was feeling intensified to a fever
pitch.

Cursing, groaning and gasping Sam approached the abyss. He crossed the edge
with such momentum it took him a while to realize he had almost finished
emptying himself in me. Sam's thrusts slowly came to a complete stop. I
clenched my ass. I wanted to prevent losing his cum. The feeling of his cum
striking the inside of my ass had been incredible. Knowing that there would
never be another first time for Sam when it came to filling a guy's ass
with cum made it an intoxicating experience.

Yes, I could have reached down and jerked myself off as he neared his end
but I had other plans for my load. Once Sam had slid out of me I turned
around and pulled him towards the edge of the bed. He was still caught up
in the riot of emotions of his first fuck and looked up at me with a silly
grin on his face. I don't think he realized what I had in mind until I was
buried inside of him.

Once his ass was at the edge of he bed I had quickly positioned his legs
straight up with his calf muscles brushing my nipples. My right hand held
his steady by his left thigh as my other hand guided my cock towards his
sweat slicked hole. Thanks to the fucking there was more than enough sweat
to ease the pain as I buried myself in him in a single thrust. Sam may have
been unaware of his reaction to pain but I would never miss making a note
of it in all our time together. His ability to transform a painful
experience into pleasure was almost instantaneous. Pain transformed so
quickly it was as if they were conjoined twins inside of him. I loved
it. Up to a point I could use this to enact some really depraved
fantasies. Role play with an edge was always exciting.

This gorgeous, lithe, sweat coated teen has just fucked me. Fucked me hard
and I wanted to return the favor. Choosing to forget he fucked me at my
insistence I pounded him hard. Lifting his hips up off the bed I thrust
into him time after time after time. When I unload, you bastard, I want to
see my cum leave your mouth. Sam was pretty much folded in half when I
dumped my cum in his pretty asshole and damned if the cute slut didn't
unload all over his face.

I quickly licked up every drop and flung him over my shoulder.

"A quick shower and then we are heading out for breakfast. We need more
sheets. Lots more sheets."

I felt the breath of his giggle on my ass cheeks. I love you so much. I
will break you. I will use pleasure to turn you inside out. I will have you
commit acts while lost in sexual delirium that you would never do
otherwise. I will sober you up and show you the videos of these times until
you are sick with guilt. I will use these videos to leave you feeling so
ashamed you may well cry for hours. I will force you to immerse yourself in
the shame until it loses its hold on you. I will do all of this to bring
you to a moment in time when you experience your original freedom and in
that moment you will be free of everything and everybody for all time.

I will share this moment with you hoping you will choose to walk away from
me. I will rely on you to do this because although I have guided several
people through this it is a process I will not go through. I choose to
distract myself with sex. I choose to live with my cowardice until it
begins to overwhelm me and then I pay a visit to my Master. A man who has
no intention of ever letting his submissives go free. Knowing this about
him allows me to surrender completely to his wishes.  But for now there is
the feel of hot water on our heated flesh; the soap foaming on your tender
flesh and your breath tickling my skin.

We slid into the U-shaped booth at the diner. Naturally we chose to sit
side-by-side at the base of the U. We were able to look out at the entire
floor of the diner. I knew this would be my preferred seat in any future
visits. I mentioned this to Sam who unknowingly to me stored it away for
use in a very interesting way a few months later. Since I knew exactly what
I wanted for breakfast I wasted no time in getting down to business. This
was the business of further investigating Sam's response to pain. While he
perused the menu I placed the palm of my hand directly over his semi-erect
cock. I guess in your early teens it is not a question of if you are erect
it is more a question of to what degree are you erect.

Sam squirmed a little in his seat but kept his gaze fixed on the menu. I
pressed down quite firmly and began to move my hand in small
circles. Noticing the waitress heading over I reluctantly moved onto the
next phase by wrapping my fingers around his erection and squeezing hard
down the entire length of his cock. This time he not only squirmed in his
seat but he gasped quite loudly. I squeezed a little harder. He gasped a
little louder. One more squeeze before the waitress got within earshot and
then I held him tightly.

"I'd like some has browns, two fried eggs, wholegrain toast with butter and
some extra sausage."

Next to me Sam giggled.

"Was there something amusing in my order, Sam?" I asked.

"Err, um, I just thought you might have had your fill of sausage over the
past two days. I don't want you getting too much sausage."

"Oh wow, how sweet to be concerned about your friend's health," said the
waitress.

"Actually I refuse to believe there is such a thing as too much sausage so
bring it on," I said and squeezed again.

Sam ordered the breakfast sandwich on a well toasted bun.

"Any more comments on my orders today, young man, and you will find
yourself with another serving of well toasted buns when we get home."

The waitress started to glare at me until I leaned over and gave Sam a
quick kiss on the forehead. I tousled his hair with my free hand and began
tickling him. The waitress left smiling mumbling something about so cute. A
couple of teenage girls sitting in a booth opposite us began to stare more
openly at Sam and me thinking I was distracted by our tickling fight. My
hand had resumed its work beneath the table. Feeling the drawing in of his
balls I stopped our tickling fight. No sense in giving him an innocent
cover for his orgasm.

Leaning closer to Sam I whispered in his ear that he had some
admirers. Following my instructions he blew them each a kiss. My hand had
brought Sam right to the brink. Despite his attempts to keep a nonchalant
air about him the passion overrode his control and he quietly gasped out
that he was about to cum. He kept it soft enough so only I could hear. I
had other plans.

"You're cumming?" I said loud enough for it to reach the girls opposite
us. "Where are you cumming, Sam?"

"Shopping with you after breakfast," Sam said loud enough to defend
himself.

"What are we going shopping for Sam?" I wanted to keep him talking.

"Oh, uh, you said we were... uh going shopping for... uh um sheets."

While he was trying answer my question I had felt his cock start to swell
in my hand at the onset of his orgasm. I had clamped my hand down hard
enough to prevent his cum from being released.

"We are shopping for sheets but since you wish to cum with me perhaps we
ought to get you some underwear. Some boxers or boxer briefs. Perhaps these
young ladies could help us out by telling us what young ladies find sexy in
guys underwear."

Turning towards them I released Sam's cock and his cum flooded his
underwear beneath my hand. I kept my hand pressed against the front of his
shorts. I enjoyed feeling the wetness of his cum as it soaked his
underwear.

"Rather than yelling why don't you young ladies join us. Sam is even cuter
from up close. No need to be shy, ladies, he won't bite until you ask
him. And sometimes even then you have to ask twice."

Soon our booth was filled with three blushing young teens and I sat back to
enjoy the show. I found the discussion on what young girls preferred guys
to wear quite fascinating. In return for their input I told them I would
pay for their breakfast. We all had a good time despite the initial
blushes. The two young ladies left with my card and promised to join Sam
one day for a barbeque at my place.

When never made it back home until around 11 am. This only gave us five
hours before we would have to make ourselves respectable for Sam's mom. I
wanted to be ready at least an hour before she was due to show up. Getting
caught with our pants down was not an experience I ever planned on sharing
unless she was my partner.

Sam was still in his cum soaked underwear and eager to get changed. He was
quite willing to change in the car on the drive home but I made him
wait. Cold, congealed cum might not be at its best in terms of taste but it
was far too precious to waste. Sam sat on the toilet, naked from the waste
down as I licked him clean. When I was convinced I had done all I could
with my tongue I used a nice unscented wipe and powder to freshen him
up. When he reached for the bag of new underwear I lightly slapped his
hand.

"There's little sense in putting them on when in a short while I'd be
taking them off," I told him.

"Again? I won't be walking properly when mom arrives and what will I tell
her when she asks why?"

"Trust me. I'll take care of it. She won't ask any questions. Now let's
head to the kitchen and get the meat marinating."

He looked at his soiled underwear in my hand but remained silent. He was
beginning to trust I would tae care of our little affair. A good sign since
if he thought it important to keep our affair secret I was able to rest a
little easier when it came to his silence on the matter. When we go to the
kitchen I placed his underwear in a plastic bag before dropping it in the
trash can.

"No sense in throwing out an entire trash bag because of one smelly item,"
I told him although if the truth be told I simply didn't want the other
trash to soil them before I reclaimed them after he had left. Once the meat
was marinated and back in the fridge we headed outside to set up the
barbeque area.

Since I prefer not to kill anything I am not going to eat I had Sam help me
set up an enclosed portable gazebo. I used it on camping trips and it would
do until I could build a more permanent structure. Sam told me he would
love to learn about cob building. What kid wouldn't like the chance to get
covered in mud? We set up the plates and glasses on a folding table
alongside some snack food, which we left sealed. Three folding chairs and a
couple of lanterns were the only other items we needed.

We went inside for a cold drink. Sam confirmed that his mother was correct
in saying he was a pretty good chess player. I told him we had a couple of
hours to kill and challenged him to some chess games. The prize for wining
was ten minutes of any foreplay activity of your choice. Sam put up a good
fight in the first game before succumbing. Handing him a wipe I bent myself
over a nearby ottoman and told him I claimed ten minutes of rimming.

Judging by how badly I played in the second game Sam did a great job eating
my ass out. He was a pretty decent player and if it weren't for my mind
wandering back to last night I might not have lost. Still lose I did and it
was no surprise to me when he handed me a wipe before settling himself with
his asshole exposed. There might have been greater deeds of self restraint
in history but I doubt they were much greater than me settling for a tongue
up his ass instead of my cock. Instead of just licking I included a minute
of two of nipping the edge of his tight sphincter. I loved taking the
puckered flesh between my teeth and biting down hard enough for him to
wince. The timer rang too soon for my liking. Sam's hand snaking down
between his legs left no doubt that it was a little too soon for him as
well.

Being an experienced bastard I waited until he had wrapped his hand around
his cock before I told him to let it go. He got in a stroke or two before
my hand stung his upraised cheeks. Yelping his hand left his cock to clasp
his reddening ass cheeks.

"There's more of that to follow. Consider that smack a warm up." I told him
as I led him towards the study.

"More?" he whined. "Why?"

"I told you your mom would not ask any questions. She might ask though and
I want you to be able to answer honestly."

"What will she ask?"

"She will ask if you got a spanking or if I paddled you if she asks
anything."

"Really?" he asked surprised.

We entered the study and I had him stand in front of the desk while I
retrieved a paddle hanging on the side wall of a small alcove behind the
desk. The paddle was hardly noticeable unless you were looking directly
into the alcove. I would make certain she got a good look at the paddle,
which along with the footstool being left in front of the desk ought to be
enough to convey a good reason for Sam's tender bottom. Mitigating
circumstances can be enough to convince people they have the full story and
in this instance there was a lot riding on this technique.

Sam did not seem too thrilled with the idea of being spanked. The young man
still resisted the thought that he might be a pain slut. Ah, how
desperately we want to fit in with the crowd. Willing to delay
acknowledging what pleasure we truly seek simply because we have been told
it's not normal. Well lad, I thought, soon I will have set you free of this
constrictive pattern. Glancing at the desk top clock I realized time would
not allow me to ravish Sam on the upstairs deck as I had planned. Time
would also necessitate an increase in the intensity of his spanking if we
were to both get off in time.

"What's wrong?" he asked as I sighed.

"We don't have the time I would have liked for this lesson. I'm going to
ask you to trust me and to trust your feelings. You will have to be really
brave. You will have to let go of thinking and flow with your feelings."

"Will they feel good? I thought you were going to spank me with that
paddle."

"I am. I am going to spank you hard. Really hard. The only way it will feel
good is if you allow it to feel good. We will both find out if it feels
good for you soon. How many times we have to repeat this lesson is entirely
up to you. My feel good part is easy. I get to fuck your ass."

A lingering kiss for good luck was all the preparation I could offer. Sam
hugged the padded footstool close to his chest with his knees resting on
the ground. I placed my foot on his back and pressed down to keep him in
place. Initially this would be overkill but by the time I was done he would
be writhing like never before. Writhing from pain or pleasure? Only time
would tell. I hoped it was from pleasure since I found it much more
challenging to play my part if my young lover chose to focus on the pain. I
did it. I played my part. I didn't enjoy it though. Some never learned to
accept this side of them and the rest of our time together was usually more
about sexual healing than sexual delight. I had those butterflies in my
stomach as I raised my arm for the first blow. A resounding crack heralded
the start of Sam's fist real spanking.

Setting aside thoughts of the sex to follow as my cock twitched was not
easy. A light pink hue started to spread across his upturned ass
cheeks. Wasting no time I continued the thrashing. Time pressing down on me
gave added force to the blows. They increased in intensity after every
third blow. A third of the way into the spanking the tears started to
flow. I ignored them and focused on the deepening red stain.

Sam struggled from the start to follow his
instructions. Feel. Feel. Feel. His mantra lasted through sixteen
blows. Then his body went rigid in an attempt to keep the pain at bay. He
stopped breathing except when the pain forced the air out of him in a howl
of pain. Sam almost chuckled when he realized his whole body was tense from
his head to his rigidly outstretched legs. I'm one big erection he
thought. Smack! Another of the endless blows drove the humor from his mind
as he howled yet again.

Embarrassment caused by his crying was almost as painful to Sam as the
physical pounding his ass was taking. Will it ever end? Sam was convinced
it wouldn't. Sam gave up to his fate. Like some cursed mortal from ancient
Greek mythology his eternal fate was to be bent over a padded footstool and
spanked with a vicious leather paddle. This became his new reality. Totally
convinced of this Sam ended his resistance. He let go of wanting it to end
and in that moment the pain ceased.

Sinking into a pool of pleasure Sam left his pain on the surface of this
pool. Wallowing in this pool of pleasure Sam found his new addiction. He
wasn't about to let go of these pleasurable feelings as he rose back to the
surface. Sam's howl as he broke the surface was an ear-splitting Yes!

"Is that the best you can do? I thought you were going to spank me not
fondle my ass," he stated. "Harder, harder, please spank me harder."

He got it. Tender flesh rippling as it melted from the heat. There was no
need to continue, I knew this now. Stopping abruptly would have been cruel
and shocking so I kept on at full force for another six strokes. Then I
gently eased back blow by blow.

"Well, my fine slut," I inquired, "did you get the lesson? Do you
understand what you are? Go on admit it. Tell me what a pain slut you
are. Tell me."

"Yes, sir, I'm a pain slut."

"I'm going to fuck you now," I told him. "This is going to hurt. I need to
get off and we don't have much time."

The euphoria I felt at the moment Sam let go of reason and tapped into the
core of his being was still running rampant through me. I was on a
different rush but it was as intense as Sam's. Fortunately he did not
care. Lost in the chaos of the spanking Sam had already climaxed. He
climaxed a second time as I drove into his ravaged ass.

The heat from his battered cheeks warmed my groin as I bottomed out inside
of him from the first thrust until the last. I wasn't thinking of his
pleasure. I didn't need to since Sam was beyond caring. He lay limp beneath
me, completely worn out, as I pumped my cum into his beaten down body. He
hardly stirred as stream after stream of cum entered him. When I was done I
callously slapped him on the ass and told him to get onto his feet and to
join me in the shower.

Stumbling initially Sam seemed to get a second wind after just a few
shuffling steps. He had a silly grin on his face that would be a dead give
away to his mom if I did not get it replaced with something more fitting. A
little tickling fight in the shower soon got things sorted out between
us. Before we left the master bedroom he stopped to kiss me.

"Thank you," he told me.

"You are welcome."

Fortunately his mom did not arrive earlier than the appointed five
o'clock. This gave me an hour to massage Sam's legs and butt out in the
gazebo. He would wince every time his ass hit the seat of his bicycle that
evening but his immediate smile in response would set his mom at ease. We
sat for a few minutes in the gazebo enjoying a drink and watching Sam cycle
around the yard.

His mom suggested a tour of the house before I started putting the meat on
the grill. She was reassured to see Sam's backpack in the guest bedroom
furthest from the master suite. We chatted idly as she admired the wood
trim and other architectural details. I could sense she was not asking the
question I knew she wanted to ask. Her restraint was admirable. Finally we
left the deck outside the master bedroom and headed for the one room we
hadn't visited.

Her eyes grew wider as she noticed the footstool sitting exposed in front
of the desk. She closed her mouth when I held a finger before my lips. I
silently mouthed "wait" and directed her attention to the alcove behind the
desk. Her gaze naturally went to the window and only as she was stepping
out of the alcove did she notice the paddle. In response to her unspoken
question I nodded.

"Yes, I used the footstool. You can ask me all the questions you want. What
you cannot do is bring up this subject with Sam."

"I'm his mother. I'll bring up any subject I want."

"Then you will be responsible for disciplining him every time he misbehaves
from now on. Take that paddle with you when you leave tonight if this is
your choice otherwise direct your questions to me. Breach this agreement
and Sam will hear your screams outside as I thrash you over that stool."

"You wouldn't dare," she said although she did shuffle her feet.

I pulled her close and held her against me with my leg. Reaching out I
brought my hand sharply down on her cute butt. Three slaps were enough to
convince her. We pretended nothing had happened as we headed out to the
gazebo with the meat.

"Finally," Sam said. "I thought you guys were having sex in there you took
so long."

"You would have heard if were having sex. We can always go back and have
long, leisurely sex if you want," I replied. His mom snuggled up closer to
me with a smile on her face.

"No, if you take any longer I'll starve. You can have sex after dinner." In
a blur he was off on his bike as we stepped up to the grill.

After a pleasant dinner and some time spent together throwing a Frisbee to
each other we headed indoors for dessert. Sam was about to head upstairs to
get his bag when his mom told him to step out to the car first. When we got
to the car she held out a small bundle of clothing.

"How about the two of you getting started on the permanent pergola tomorrow
morning?" she asked. "I'll bring more clothing out tomorrow after
work. That's not too soon is it? I noticed how excited Sam was when you
were talking about the project."

"Sam, I think we have a boss who plans on checking our progress every
day. Looks like we will be done by the weekend if she has her way," I told
him as I ruffled his hair. Since the clothes had already been packed before
she left home I suspected Sam was not the only member of his family who was
going to be receiving a good solid fucking later tonight.

We waved good bye to his mom as she drove away. Both of us had our free
hand on the other's ass. This time when I squeezed his ass Sam responded
with a smile and not a single wince. Later on that night he would beg me to
get on with it instead of teasing him with my slow, lingering lovemaking. I
ignored his pleas until he surrended a little more of his innocence to
me. He promised to talk a friend into working with us on the pergola. The
thought of another tender naked body to ogle and maybe more was enough to
get me pounding his ass like a sledgehammer. The sooner I cum the sooner
I'll be ready for tomorrow, I thought, as I picked up the pace.