Date: Mon, 7 Sep 2009 09:38:13 -0700
From: A Scribe <wordspenned@gmail.com>
Subject: Burlington Part Four

My apologies for the delay in continuing the story. Work got in the way and
then I had my pre NFL fast to take care of but now I am in a period of
relative calm and will write more regularly. Whether this is a good or bad
thing I will leave to my readers to judge.

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
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Stephen was to be the third member of our work crew since Jason was going
to visit his grandparents later in the week. Sam shared this news with me
over breakfast and asked if we could fetch Stephen from his home. I agreed
since we would need more food and some beers. One of my favorite fruits is
a freshly fucked watermelon with a load or two of cum buried inside.
Sometimes one could coax a lad into the watermelon without the aid of a
beer but since time was a factor I planned on getting both of my assistants
a little tipsy.

We took Stephen shopping with us. The guys were a little disappointed to
learn most of today would be about getting the foundation and floor laid.
They brightened up a little when I told them we would be playing with
cement. Neither suspected a thing when I handed them each a watermelon to
hold. They instinctively held it with both hands in front of their
groins. One was the perfect width for what I had in mind. The other did not
extend far enough past Stephen's hips for my liking. Another two
watermelons were set aside before I judged we had the perfect watermelon
for Stephen.

Sam had groaned at my selection of hot dogs for our lunch. Stephen asked
him why the groan when he seemed to enjoy them at his house. Sam said it
had to do with the mayo. Stephen gave me a quizzical look but I told him it
was a surprise and he would discover soon enough what Sam meant. When we
got to he beer aisle I pretended to be uncertain of the local brews and
hesitated long enough for Stephen to make a suggestion or two. He told me
they were what his father enjoyed. When pressed he admitted to being
allowed a little. I chose his favorite saying I was certain he had good
taste.

After unloading the hardware supplies and stashing the groceries away we
did an inspection of the work site. I had built enough of these simple
structures to recognize a suitable site. A balance had to be struck between
getting sweaty and too much spade work. Since the roof would be supported
by posts and independent of the walls the foundation did not need to be all
that substantial. However, since this would be the main hang out area with
cooking facilities there was no way to avoid bringing in some extra help.

Before moving in I had treated the local inspectors to lunch and we had
come up with a design that would not require a permit. Smaller more
numerous pagodas allowed greater intimacy and privacy. Naturally I told
inquisitive parents it was to give the adults a break from having the kids
underfoot.

Since this structure would be where most of the cooking and hanging out
would take place I planned on having a lot of glass walls with the cob
being there to support the glass. I only needed enough cob to justify the
involvement of two healthy lads in the project. Sam was puzzled by how far
away from the house I was building. When I explained it would be a
self-contained kitchen powered by a solar panel or two the boys gave me the
thumbs up with an enthusiastic "Cool!"

After I had marked out the circular base I handed them the shovels with
instructions to get started on removing the dirt. Going deep enough with
shovel work would have taken a week so while we were at the hardware store,
out of earshot of my assistants, I had arranged with the salesman to have
his son come over with a Bobcat to finish it off. He was happy to give my
helpers a couple of hours of exercise before his son came over. Too many
kids not getting enough exercise already, he told me. I even got an extra
five per cent off "for looking out for them youngsters". I protested a
little for politeness before allowing him to give me the discount.

I joined the guys half an hour before the Bobcat was due to get myself a
little sweaty. They made much better progress with me to encourage
them. The flat end of my shovel landed a couple of times on both their
butts before they quit messing around.

"This will take all week," Sam protested during a water break.

"I know," I replied.

"Mom won't be happy," he informed me.

"Have I ever let you down?" I told him in a pleading tone. "Any minute now
the answer to our prayers will be headed this way."

"I thought that was me," he said grinning.

"Our work related prayers, silly."

Anything else was cutoff by their shouts of delight as the Bobcat came into
view. The guys regained their enthusiasm when I told them they would only
need to guide the Bobcat to the predetermined dump site. My offer to join
us for lunch was declined since "Mom always cooked a Sunday dinner for the
men of the house, just like she had done with her mom, and would be upset
like if he didn't eat at least two plates." The beer and the fifty dollar
tip were accepted since they did not interfere with his appetite.

"Well guys, I don't now about you but I could do with a cooling down," I
told them. "Sam, why don't you get the hose."

"I don't have any other clothes," Sam whined.

"Me neither," said Stephen.

"So? We're all guys here and I don't plan on soaking my clothes. Besides if
we hang our clothes up, inside out, the sweat will have a chance to dry."

"Yay, naked lunch," Sam cried as he raced ahead.

"I always keep some spare clothes around for guests in case of spills or
damage," I told Stephen. "You are welcome to borrow a set and take a shower
if you prefer."

"No, that's ok. I mean if Sam is cool with it then I am."

Stephen's frame showed some nice definition. He worked out with his dad in
their home gym he told me when I completed him on his abs. I even got him
to flex his biceps for me. What a gorgeous site he made standing there with
his arms raised outwards in the classic pose. About an inch larger between
his legs than Sam and a little more hairy he was nonetheless quite
arousing. My cock got semi erect at the sight of his naked body but since
both the guys were sporting full blown erections it didn't draw any
comment.

Standing naked under the warm sun hosing down two delicious teens was a
pleasant way to pass some time. Stephen relaxed enough to join in when Sam
knowingly mooned me saying I had missed a spot. I directed the stream of
water up and down both their ass cracks for a minute before turning off the
water. Any longer and my resistance would have crumbled. Sam I could fuck
anytime. Stephen was unknown element. I hoped this would change after
lunch.

The mayo served with the hot dogs had been combined with a little tomato
sauce and a load of Sam's cum before we left the house this morning. I had
stood in the kitchen doorway filming him as he had first added the tomato
sauce and then stood in the filtered sunlight jerking his sweet
cock. Following my script he had allowed the first two streams of cum to
been seen spurting into the bowl before burying the head off his cock in
the mayo. He kept stroking until he was completely spent.

When he had covered the bowl with plastic wrap and placed it in the fridge,
Sam had walked over to where I stood and let me lick him clean. Knowing how
sensitive Sam was after his orgasm I was deliberately more forceful with my
tongue as I cleaned him. I also took a little bit longer than was
required. Holding his ass cheeks in my hands as he squirmed proved quite
arousing. I declined his offer saying if all went well I would need my
strength later.

"Sam, this mayo is great," said an unsuspecting Stephen. "I don't know why
you were complaining. What's in it?"

"A secret family recipe," I answered as Sam was busy trying not to choke on
his hot dog. My answer resulted in more spluttering from Sam and a mumbled
comment about hoping it would stay secret.

Stephen let the matter drop as he focused on a second and third hot
dog. When I had asked what they wanted to drink both had said "Beer". I
feigned reluctance telling them I did not want to get into trouble with
their folks. Stephen said his dad let him have one when he did yard
work. Sam told me he would do anything to have a beer. Stressing the
anything knowing we both already knew he would do anything I asked anyway.

"Well, OK, but just one." I told them." Any more and you guys will be drunk
enough for me to think of taking advantage of you."

"Go ahead," said Sam.

"Huh?" said Stephen.

"Take advantage of me, silly" answered Sam.

"No, I meant how would you take advantage of us if we got drunk?"

"I'd consider getting you guys involved in a game of strip poker but that
is hardly necessary. We do have a couple of watermelons though."

"Watermelons" they both said in unison.

"You mean neither of you have played the fuck the watermelon game?" I asked
knowing the answer was a definite no for Sam and quite likely a no for
Stephen as well. They both answered no with a shake of their heads.

"Stay away from the beer then or else we will be playing this game together
this afternoon."

"We can't" said Stephen, "Since we only have two watermelons."

"That's ok," I told him "I'll play with yours when you guys are done. Now
let's get back to work."

The guys voted to work naked. We put in another three hours of work getting
the concrete poured and leveled. When we were done we also had the posts
for the roof set in concrete. I deliberately placed them a few feet from
the edge of the concrete so when it got too cold for the bugs we would be
able to place some chairs on the wooden deck I would build around the
gazebo. This would double as a place to leave shoes and jackets.

The concrete floor would eventually be tiled and have a radiant heating
system. The combination of fucking a hot ass while my feet froze never
appealed to me. A cool breeze caressing my naked body as I fucked a hot
boy's ass was enjoyable. Cold feet were a definite no-no. Judging we had
done enough to impress Sam's mom I told the guys it was time for a break.

Earlier I had placed some towels near the faucet and when we were done
hosing each other down I dried off and headed inside to make a couple of
calls.

"Get yourselves something to drink," I told them as I headed indoors. "No
more beer though or you'll both be sorry."

"We know," said Sam. "You'll try to get us to play the fuck the watermelon
game."

"Do you know what that is?" I heard Stephen ask Sam as I stepped into my
office without waiting for Sam's reply.

Sam knew me well enough by now to know how to play along even without a
full explanation. When I cam outside to join them they made no attempt to
hide their beers. Before I could say anything Sam said they had called
Stephen's mom and got permission for him to sleep over since they did not
want me getting into trouble.

"Well, that takes care of Stephen's folks but your mom will be here soon,
Sam."

No sooner said than done and we all heard the sound of a car approaching
just as I was finishing my sentence. The guys looked startled and stared at
me in silence. Laughing would have made it into a game and I wanted them to
feel indebted to me for saving them.

"Get into your boxers and pretend to be taking a nap. Quickly! I'll show
your mom the work we did and tell her you guys were pretty beat."

They scurried inside and I was happy to note they took their beers with
them. I led Sam's mom towards the site while telling her the guys were worn
out and were taking a nap. She laughed and told me it was a miracle that
Sam had run out of energy. I smiled and gently directed her attention to
the concrete slab. Although we chatted easily enough about the work I could
see she was distracted.

"Why don't you just spit it out?" I asked.

"That obvious?" she responded.

"Yes and it usually helps to say what's on your mind sooner rather than
later."

"Well, it's just that I haven't had a break from being a parent for years
now. You've been so kind I don't want to impose further. I really couldn't
ask more of you."

"Then I'll offer and all you have to do is say yes."

"Thank you. I'll drop off a suitcase tomorrow after work."

"No, you'll enjoy your break. Sam and I will stop at the house tomorrow and
he can pack some clothes. I don't start work until the end of the holidays
so take as long as you like."

"A week will be fine. I don't want Sam to think I'm abandoning him."

"I'm a counselor. I'll have a chat with him and explain things. He'll be
fine."

She gave me a hug and insisted we have another barbeque when the pagoda was
done. I promised Sam and I would get things taken care of soon. Before the
car and reached the end of the driveway two teens in their boxers appeared
in the kitchen door.

"Where's your beer?" I asked.

"Finished."

My pulse quickened and my cock twitched. Even though they were standing
still I knew they were both too slender to get through two beers without
feeling a little inebriated.

"Did you talk mom into allowing me to stay tonight?" Sam asked.

"Yes, we will chat about it some more in the morning. Right now I want to
take advantage of you guys before you sober up."

"No rush," said Stephen. "We're both pretty buzzed."

"Good, then how about a game of fuck the watermelon?"

"OK," said Sam.

"What are the rules?" asked Stephen.

"Let me show you."

We entered the kitchen and once we were indoors I pulled down their
boxers. They managed to step out of their pants without tripping. I took
two pieces of paper and wrote the word "dinner" on both of them while the
boys stood naked before me with their eyes closed. Placing a piece of paper
in each of my closed fists I asked Stephen to choose a hand.

"Stephen gets to play fuck the watermelon at dinner and Sam will play at
breakfast."

"When do you get to play?" asked Stephen.

"I get to play at dinner and breakfast."

"Huh. How you don't have a melon."

"I'll find something. Now get your melon and bring it into the living
room. Sam go to my bedroom and get the lube and four scarves."

Fortunately Stephen did not think to ask how Sam knew where I kept my
lube. I grabbed a knife on my way out of the kitchen and followed Stephen
into the living room. Stephen stood motionless holding his watermelon in
front of his groin while I pushed the coffee table up against the couch. I
moved a side table into the center of the living room.

"Place your watermelon on the table and hold still for a moment."

Pretending nonchalance I did not feel I wrapped my fingers around the base
of his cock.

"How else will I know how big to make the hole?" I asked.

Releasing his cock I carved a hole through the rind of the melon. Sam
arrived just as I was finishing my carving. Following my instructions he
placed some lube on my right hand and began applying lube to the hole I had
carved.

Wasting no time I grabbed Stephen's cock and began rolling my hand over
it. Squeezing firmly I kept working his sweet manhood until he was
thoroughly coated in lube. I had positioned the melon with the hole at the
top of the melon. Relying on his inebriation and arousal I hoped Stephen
wouldn't readjust the melon. Stephen left it as I had set it up.

I smiled as he approached the melon and, after glancing nervously around,
began to guide his cock into the melon. He grabbed the ends in each hand
and began fucking the melon slowly. Stephen was taking his time getting
used to the new sensations just as I hoped. Reaching out I placed my hand
over the curve of his ass.

"Now do you understand why the game is called fuck the watermelon?" I asked
so he wouldn't be startled when I joined in the game. A game that more
accurately would be called "fuck the watermelon while I fuck you".

"Oh yes," he groaned.

"Slowly. Take your time. Remember I said I was going to take advantage of
you?"

"Yes." Another thrust and groan.

"Well, I'm about to start," I said and slipped the tip of my still
lubricated finger into his ass.

Startled his ass clenched down on my fingertip. I held still until he
relaxed and slipped it in a little more. He had stopped fucking the melon
as I began to insert my finger. I never said a word as my finger buried
itself completely in his ass. Then I began to loosen him up a little by
making circular motions with my finger. Every now and then I would rub that
tender spot inside his ass causing him to squirm. After several minutes I
slipped a second finger into Stephen. When I tried to insert a third finger
he resisted my penetration.

"Time to enlist a little help," I told him. "Bend over the melon and place
your hands on the ground. Sam I want you to tie his wrists to the legs of
the table."

"Why?" a nervous Stephen asked.

"I don't want you falling off and hurting yourself. Soon you will be
feeling really good sensations in your ass. You've seen porn before haven't
you?"

"Yes."

"Well you know how the girl or guy getting fucked squirms and wriggles
around?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to be doing that while trying to stay balanced on top of a
small table and watermelon?"

"No."

"Then be a good boy and let Sam tie you to the table. Tomorrow you get to
tie him to the table."

Sam finished securing his friend's ankles to the table while I kept working
my two fingers in Stephen's ass. Once Stephen was held securely in place I
began to probing with my third finger. Leaning close to his ear I told him
to press down. After three more painful attempts I finally slipped a third
finger into him.

Glancing over to the couch I saw Sam stretched out slowly stroking himself
as he watched me finger fuck his friend's ass. Motioning him to slow down I
positioned myself directly behind Stephen, who was stretched taut over his
watermelon. I did not hesitate when my fingers left he warm confines of his
butt and immediately began pressing against his virgin hole with the head
of my cock.

"Press down." I said firmly.

He pressed down. I thrust forward. He cried out in pleasure as my cock slid
smoothly all the way into his ass. I looked down and watched as every inch
slid into him. Oh, how beautiful his asshole looked stretched around my
cock. All too soon he had taken it all inside him. Placing a hand on each
hip I set about steadily fucking him. Once I had established my rhythm I
motioned Sam over. When he was standing alongside me I leaned forward and
took his cock in my mouth. Sam tensed and looking up I saw he was glancing
down at Stephen.

"Relax. He's tied down and can't see a thing," I whispered and then took
him back into my mouth. Sam relaxed and began fucking my face with his
hands resting lightly on my head. Almost as if he is blessing me, I
thought. Tender cock in mouth and tight, virgin ass milking my cock is
almost the most perfect blessing I could ask for right now. All that was
missing was a solid five inches of firm teen cock in my ass. Later, I told
myself. All in good time. Right now let's enjoy what we have and all have a
good time.

Stephen had become irrelevant in my mind as he lay over the watermelon. His
ass could have been any teen's tight ass as I approached my orgasm. Sam too
had become nothing more than a means to drinking a load of sweet teen
cum. My needs were all that dominated my mind. The heat spreading
throughout my groin was reminding me that my release was imminent. The
tightening of Sam's balls resting against my chin. Two surefire signals I
was about to get everything I wanted. From far away I could hear the
whimpers of two teen boys approaching their orgasms.

I almost missed Stephen's orgasm I was so lost within my own
pleasure. Fortunately the spasms ripping through his groin were almost
painful as he clamped down around my cock. My cock instinctively twitched
against the tightening. Gagged by Sam's cock my cries of pleasure were
muffled and then cut off as a flood of cum flowed into my mouth. Gasping on
silent cries of pleasure I swallowed and swallowed as I pumped stream after
stream of cum into Stephen's motionless ass.

Sam staggered over to the sofa where he collapsed in a heap. I slid out of
a limp Stephen who was still dazed from his first fucking. He lay
motionless over the watermelon that now held, unknown to me, two loads of
his cum. I settled on the couch alongside Sam and took him into my arms. In
between kisses I whispered "Thank you" into his ear. We left Stephen where
he was for almost an hour. Both of us enjoyed the sight of his gaping hole
while we cuddled.

"Please, guys, will you untie me?" Stephen asked.

Sam was gently squeezing and releasing my hardening cock. I looked at him
and noticed he was staring at his friend's exposed ass. I made a mental
note of the lust in that gaze. Later on I would cash in Stephen's ass for
another two or three of Sam's friends. I thought back to how I had desired
a cock up my ass while I fucked young Stephen. Sam alongside me was in
possession of a rock hard erection born of fantasies of fucking Stephen.

I softly told Sam that if he wanted to fuck somebody it would have to be
me. Later, I promised him, he would have the opportunity to fuck
Stephen. Sam nodded and then slid off the couch and made his way over to
Stephen. He loosened the scarves just enough to slide the watermelon out
from under Stephen. I carved another hole. I slid Stephen's soft cock into
the hole as Sam tightened the scarves once more.

"Soon. Soon we will untie you but you are so fucking hot I need to fuck you
once more tonight and," glancing around to see that Sam had his back turned
as he lubed his cock I continued softly, "Sam wants to fuck my ass while I
fuck you."

Stephen's eyes widened at my revelation but he remained silent. Reaching
under him I found my words had got his cock to start hardening. Tonight he
was left imagining how the three of us looked on top of each
other. Tomorrow he would be given the opportunity to see exactly how we
looked and I would have to wait to see if he seized the opportunity.

Stephen may not have been completely hard when I mounted him but both Sam
and I were rock hard and ready to pound ass. Entering Stephen was much
easier the second time around. I lay motionless on top of a motionless
Stephen as Sam penetrated me. Hoping Stephen would interpret my actions as
a desire to bond with him I lay motionless for as long as possible while
Sam fucked me. Ultimately the pleasure of being fucked got the better of
me. Lying motionless through an entire fucking took more self-control than
I possessed.

Soon my hips were moving in that instinctive motion as I gently fucked
Stephen while being not so gently fucked by Sam. I climaxed inside Stephen
as Sam clung to my hips after unloading inside of me. Sometime while
fucking me Sam must have started slapping my ass. The sting had been masked
by the pounding of his hips but now that he had stopped pounding me it was
unmistakable. He might have done it without thinking caught up in the
pleasure of fucking me. He might have done it deliberately. I did not know
and it did not matter. Tomorrow he would receive his payback.

We untangled ourselves and made our way to the kitchen. Stephen carried his
fucked watermelon and placed it on the platter that would be its
sacrificial altar. I placed a lasagna in the oven and told Stephen to
assemble the salad.  While he was preparing the salad I carved the
watermelon. Finding a piece with Stephen's cum coating it was not
difficult. Sam and I sat eating the delicious fruit while our salad was
being prepared. I set aside some of the fruit that remained free of cum for
Stephen even though I was certain he knew what his own cum tasted like. He
would get to enjoy Sam's freshly fucked watermelon at breakfast tomorrow.

Thirty minutes later we were all pressed closely together on the couch with
plates of food on our laps. We watched a movie and then headed upstairs to
my bedroom. I was happy to see my cock was stiffening at the thought of
what was about to happen. I noticed Sam glance across at my laptop on the
desk. A few minutes ago, while Stephen was in the bathroom, I had sent him
upstairs to turn on the small web cam on my laptop and to make certain it
was capturing a good shot of the bed. After all, before he got a taste of
Sam's cum at breakfast I wanted Stephen to taste my cum tonight.