Date: Sat, 03 Sep 2022 00:00:02 +0000
From: Lizard69 <69lizard69@pm.me>
Subject: Busted short complete

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Busted
(mm, Mm, Fdom)
by Lizard69


	It was awfully quiet on the ride home.  Mom had clearly been making
a major effort to control herself while getting me out of police custody.
They had taken the time to explain that when the other guy took off like a
frightened rabbit, it left them holding a minor who wouldn't or perhaps
couldn't provide the information they needed to make an arrest.  They would
keep my contact information and would almost certainly arrest the guy for
something sooner or later.  At that point, what he had done with me might
become part of what he was charged with and have some impact on what sort
of plea agreement he would eventually work out.  Until then, what happened
might be a major event for me and my family, but it was far enough down
their list of priorities they didn't have the resources to actively pursue
it.

	I really expected her to rip into me on the way home.  The silence
was unnatural, but by the time we were home with the lights on and door
locked it had stretched out long enough I half convinced myself the storm
wasn't actually going to arrive.  If you're going to laugh at me for that,
do it now while it's still funny.  I started for my room but mom had other
ideas.

	"No Robert, grab a seat in the kitchen.  I don't want you on the
furniture after what they caught you doing, at least not until you've had a
chance to shower and change.  That will have to wait.  We have more
important things to discuss right now."

	Like... Oh shit...  Here it comes...  She started towards the
coffee maker before changing her mind, pulling a bottle of brandy and a
highball glass out of the cupboard instead.  While digging ice out of the
freezer she reconsidered and got out a second glass.  The drink she slid
across the table was less than a third of hers.  I was on totally
unfamiliar ground.  Mom rarely drank and I had no experience with the stuff
at all.

	"You can't possibly appreciate how pleased I am that you don't seem
to know what to do with a drink.  Take small sips while the ice melts.  One
isn't going to mess you up too bad and with luck it will take enough of the
edge off that you can get through a conversation that wouldn't be easy
under the best of circumstances.

	"It should be your father talking to you.  He might even be out of
prison by now if he surrendered after botching that armed robbery instead
of trying to shoot it out with the cops.  I'm starting to worry that maybe
you inherited some of his talent for making poor choices.  It is what it
is.  You're not the best kid there ever was, but probably better than I
deserve, and in any case you're what I got.  I should have had, `the talk',
with you when puberty hit.  Instead, I waited until you got caught being
sodomized in a public park restroom.  Like it or not, that's where we're
at.  All the woulda', coulda', shoulda', on earth won't buy you a vending
machine condom until you kick in a couple bucks worth of quarters."

	"I...  Uh...  I can explain."

	"If you're telling me you can come up with some acceptable reason
for why you were there, doing what you were doing, it might be interesting
to watch you try.  Honestly though, you've never been in the habit of lying
to me and I'm not interested in giving you a chance to practice.  While you
were being processed out of detention I had a fairly detailed conversation
with the arresting officer.

	"He explained that park is too small to offer much in the way of
conventional recreation.  However it's close to both the bus and rail
stations, about half way between them actually, and well known as a hook up
place with a high percentage of transients.  He was performing a routine
check when he discovered you.  His report says you had your tee pulled up
and your jeans down, naked for any practical purpose and effectively
hobbled as well.  The middle aged man with you was being about as practical
as it gets.  Specifically, he was using your anus quite enthusiastically
for the purpose of sexual gratification.  The officer further stated that
you were also erect, and if not quite as enthusiastic, obviously more of a
participant than a bystander."

	"I don't know what to tell you."

	"Then remain quiet until I ask a question.  Your latest growth
spurt has left you as tall as many women and almost anorexic thin.  You
aren't pretty enough to be mistaken for a girl, not by anyone sober.  You
do however have features and mannerisms androgynous enough to attract men
who aren't very fussy.  You are about to hear more than you ever wanted to
regarding people who have sex in public restrooms.  "Fussy", probably won't
make the list."

	"Oh God..."

	"Fair enough, we'll start with religion.  I'm not particularly
devout and that wasn't why I stuck you in a Catholic school.  I was too
busy supporting us to give you the structure you needed.  When you had
about as much dogma as a normal person could tolerate I endorsed your
transfer to public schools.  Your personal standards of morality and ethics
were pretty well established by then.  Unfortunately, the church tends to
get a little mystical on the subject of sex.  On one extreme you're told to
ask again when you're ready to get married.  On the other, when one of Gods
representatives on earth makes a request, telling him to do it himself
isn't presented as an acceptable response.  The courts will be sorting out
the results of that for years.

	"Public schools I'm beginning to discover have gone in the other
direction.  Almost any sort of sexual activity is acceptable as
"experimentation" or "self discovery".  Any attempt to discourage risky or
socially unacceptable behavior is interpreted as an attack on that persons
sexual identity.  Prepare to be shocked.  I don't happen to regard a boy in
his early teens engaging in homosexual intercourse as something inherently
wrong or evil.  I'm more concerned with your motivations and discretion."

	"You...  You don't *care*?!"

	"Don't be silly, of course I care, more than you can understand
right now.  Kids grow up, faster than most parents want them to.  On an
emotional level you're still my little boy and to some extent you always
will be.  The whole idea of some pervert fucking you just rips my world
apart.  But you're still the same person you were when I left for work this
morning.  I didn't hate you then and don't see any reason to start.  I am
angry and upset that you have put me in a position where I have to quiz you
about things that shouldn't be any of my business.  Frankly, I'd like to
slap you, to physically punish you for bringing me into this mess.  Then
drag you into the shower and go to work on you with disinfectant and a
scrub brush until I can have you in the house without cringing at the
thought of where you've been."

	"I'm sorry."

	"Not yet, but you certainly will be.  For a while at least, there
are going to be some pretty drastic changes around here.  When you started
to masturbate I went out of my way to respect your privacy.  In return you
abused my trust.  It's gone.  If you want it back you'll have to earn it.
To start with you're grounded.  If you leave the house without my
permission it had better be on fire and God help you if it was arson.
Second, if you want to have guests over they have to be approved by me on a
case by case basis.  This is not intended as punishment.  School is out for
the summer.  You have places you want to go, friends you want to hang with.
Trying to keep you completely locked down would be miserable for both of
us.  I'm not going to waste my time following you around and constantly
checking up on you.  But you better get used to the idea of touching base
with me any time you have a change of plans.  If I run into you in some
unexpected place or with somebody I don't know, things could get real ugly,
real quick.

	"It's getting late.  You need to clean up and hit the sack.  If you
masturbate in the shower be sure to clean the hair strainer.  I'll leave
some older towels in your room for use as catch rags.  Don't use the same
one more than a couple days before you toss it in the hamper."

	Between the stress and the brandy I hardly hit the sheets before I
was out like a light.  When I woke up, I'd wrapped my hand around the usual
morning wood before memories of last night flooded in.  It wasn't enough to
wilt a hardon but it did make me too self conscious to do anything about
it.  I got dressed and went looking for breakfast while trying not to think
about the night before.  Mom was doing the usual Saturday thing.  All week
long it was more likely to be grab a muffin and run.  On the weekends it
was like lumberjacks stoking up for a hard day.  Eggs, hash browns,
sausage, biscuits in gravy, everything but the kitchen sink, forget lunch,
I'd be lucky to have an appetite again before supper.  Part of me wanted to
run when she picked up yesterdays conversation, mostly though I was too
stuffed to move.

	"After I explicitly told you what I expected you probably found it
too awkward to masturbate.  You'll get over it.  Physically, an orgasm
isn't much more than the genital equivalent of a sneeze.  If you're ever
looking in a mirror at the critical moment don't be surprised by how
similar your expression is.  It isn't dirty or anything to be ashamed of.
Treat it like any other bathroom subject.  Make sure the door is closed and
wash your hands afterwards.  It doesn't become sexual until you get your
brain involved.  You probably started to fantasize before you began to
ejaculate.  I'm just going to assume there has been some discussion and
probably experimentation during sleep overs.

	"I don't need or want a detailed history.  How and when you
discovered masturbation doesn't interest me at all.  However, the sooner
you get used to a policy of full and frank disclosure, the sooner your life
will get back to whatever you consider normal.  There is some extremely
remote possibility this was your first homosexual experience but that's not
the way the smart money would bet.  So, when was your first?  Not who,
though if you tell that person won't get any heat from me."

	"Uh, more than a year ago.  He...  Oh hell, it was Nick, my friend
from school, at least sort of."

	"Sort of?"

	"We've been trading porn and comparing notes since I transferred to
public school.  One day, on the way home I stopped at his place so he could
show me a video he saved.  The girl looked a lot like one we both knew from
school.  Anyway, the video was of her giving a totally world class blowjob.
About the time I'm ready to go home and jerk off I notice Nick already has
his dick out so I do the same even if it felt kind of awkward.  We started
making comments about what she was doing and how good it must feel until he
sort of blurted out that everyone has a mouth.  Neither of us had ever been
blown, or wanted to do the blowing, but we were both horny enough that when
I lost the coin toss and had to suck first the thought of what getting one
would be like was enough to keep me from trying to back out."

	"It's a little further than most kids would take it.  At least kids
from my generation, then again,we didn't have online porn for inspiration."

	"Yeah, well, this was after school on a Friday.  What neither of us
knew was that Nick's parents had decided to take an unplanned weekend road
trip.  He's too old to need a sitter but they asked Crystal, a neighbor
girl who used to sit for them to let him know where they went and check up
on him."

	"Uh oh."

	"Uh huh.  She was in high school when she babysat and he already
had a blazing case of the hots for her then.  Now she's home from college
for the summer.  About the time I was beginning to realize that swallowing
wasn't an option and was frantically trying to figure out what to do
instead, she walked in on us.  You ever get startled when you're drinking
and have milk blow out your nose?"

	"Oh...  My...  God..."

	"Yeah, what she said, or at least what she would have said if she
wasn't laughing hard enough to damage internal organs.  About the time I
reached a point where I was pretty sure I wasn't going to die from
embarrassment alone she reached out and wrapped her hand around my cock."

	"Oh."

	"Uh huh.  Nick had to explain how we weren't queer, just horny and
curious enough we decided to trade blowjobs.  It was obvious I didn't get
mine yet.  Nick would have lost interest anyway after popping his own load.
Now he had the excuse that he never agreed to an audience.  Well, Crystal
said it wasn't fair that she should walk in and cheat me out of my half of
the fun.  She got me to sit on the edge of the bed and knelt down between
my knees."

	"I guess this is where I'm supposed to lecture you about oral sex
with people you barely know.  To be honest, if you told me you got dressed
and left at that point I'd accuse you of being either dishonest or
retarded."

	"Uh thanks, I think.  She went at it just long enough for me to get
some idea of how great it was going to be, then stopped and asked Nick to
bring her some lube.  When I let her know I wasn't thrilled with the idea
of her shoving a greasy finger up my ass, she stopped.  Like, stopped
everything.  I feel a little retarded about how long it took me to realize
it was a package deal.  I could be on the bus or off the bus but if I
wanted to ride I had to accept that she was driving."

	"Again, it's more common than most people believe.  Everybody has
this thing about insanely horny boys pressuring some younger or at least
less experienced girl to get intimate.  A girl can get just as horny and
they can almost write a blank check when it comes to doing something about
it."

	"Yeah, well, I don't know if she had boatloads of experience or I'm
just so easy to read.  Every time I got really close she would bump it up a
level.  Pants down, then off, then naked.  One finger, then two, then
three.  So...  She's got me naked on the bed, knees pulled up and spread,
so close I'm half out of my mind, and she tells me the last thing I have to
do for her to make me come is ask Nick to shove his cock in my ass."

	"Oh dear..."

	"Uh huh.  You know how it is when you go sledding and figure out
half way to the bottom that you really should have picked a smaller hill?
You have to choose between knowing you're going to get hurt and maybe
getting hurt worse if you try to ride it out?  And the longer you spend
trying to make up your mind the worse it gets?"

	"So you...?"

	"... came so hard it was too intense to be much fun... with another
guys dick up my ass.  Afterwards Crystal left, we got cleaned up and that
was pretty much the end of it.  Things were awkward for a few days.
Neither one of us was interested in talking about it.  Gradually everything
went back to normal, at least between me and Nick.  He, uh, started hanging
out with Crystal."

	"It figures.  I'd bet there aren't many girls who would pass up a
chance to watch a couple of cute guys doing each other.  Most girls
wouldn't start twisting arms to make it happen.  If she's going to pick one
of the guys to fool around with later it won't be the bottom."

	"It kind of depends on what you mean by fool around."

	"Ok, I was trying to restrain my curiosity.  You just said way too
much or not nearly enough.  Should I assume that wasn't your only encounter
with Crystal and Nick?"

	"Crystal called me, asked if I wanted to do something.  I told her
no way if Nick was part of it.  She promised he wouldn't be."

	"Honest?"

	"I guess.  Like, what she said was true but...  His name was Mark.
She kind of waved her phone around talking about how she showed him pics.
She made it clear I didn't *have* to let him do me.  I was cute enough she
wouldn't have any trouble finding somebody else.  He was somebody she knew
from school, one of the jocks."

	"Crystal sounds like the type that dates football players.  I
suppose Mike was built like a tank?"

	"I think he was swim team, maybe a wrestler.  He wasn't exactly
intimidating but if it came down to that he wouldn't have any trouble
getting whatever he wanted.  What really clinched it was that comment about
finding somebody else.  Like it was already settled that some guy was going
to do me.  If not Mark...  When it's something you don't want to do
sometimes it's easier to just get it over with.  This time she got to watch
from the beginning and a little more.  They had me start by getting naked.
When they saw I was already hard it didn't pay to even try to talk them out
of it."

	"Same deal as the first time?  Her edging you until you did
whatever?"

	"Not exactly.  She knelt down behind me and kind of started giving
instructions.  It was weird, like half of me was thinking, `it's a dick,
I've got one too, I know what feels good', at the same time knowing she had
a lot more practice getting some guy off.  Rubbing up against my back while
giving me a reach around made getting `trained' a lot easier to tolerate.
I was on my back with him in me when Mike took over deep kissing me.  She
also quit stroking when he came, telling me to finish myself while they
watched."

	"So I'm guessing she spent her summer break making a hobby out of
setting you up.  From there to a park restroom still seems a little
extreme."

	"Yeah, well, it was a different guy every time and she didn't want
the neighbors to tell her folks about a parade of strangers into their
house.  The other thing is...  This is really awkward..."

	"Most things that matter usually are."

	"The first time wasn't wreck your whole world awful but still
pretty bad.  The second time I kind of knew what to expect.  Crystal kept
getting less, uh, hands on.  Soon she lost interest in even watching the
show.  The men didn't care about me past getting a load off and I cared
about them even less.  But...  Like...  It's awkward and creepy, totally
perverted, but it's still sex.  Not like trying to do something nice for
somebody you care about but I can't help knowing how good it feels for
them."

	"How long has this been going on?"

	"Since last summer, almost a year now.  Maybe once every week or
two, sometimes more often.  It's not like a regular thing.  I'll start
thinking about some guy having me and in a day or two, maybe three, I'll
notice somebody who seems interested.  There's a couple places I can be
pretty sure I'll find somebody who wants to.  There's a couple guys who
have had me more than once."

	"I'm getting a better understanding though I doubt if I'll ever
really know.  As much as I hate to admit it there is no way to stuff the
genie back in the bottle.  You can't go back to being a preadolescent.  You
can learn to exercise some discretion and restraint.  Is there any special
reason for hooking up with strangers?"

	"It just feels really awkward being around some guy who has fucked
me."

	"Unless you're there so he can do it again?"

	It was as good an excuse as any to prove I still knew how to blush.

	"Ok, that was a little mean, but try to see it from my end.  What
you've been doing is insanely risky.  As upset as I am about having to
claim you from the police I'm even more relieved that I wasn't down at the
morgue trying to ID the remains.  If having a regular partner is too much
like being in a relationship are you willing to at least reduce it to a
short list of hookups?"

	"I guess.  Ok."

	"The next thing to settle is where.  Even if you're willing to risk
the legal penalties a public park restroom is entirely too public.  The
only thing positive is that the place is more or less neutral territory.
If the guy you're with is abusive he's much more likely to try something on
his home turf.  Right now I'm still getting used to the idea of men having
you.  The thought of them doing it under my roof is sickening but there
just doesn't seem to be any viable alternative.  I haven't checked prices
but the cheapest no-tel is still going to be more than you want to spend.
Privacy is expensive.  There's also the question of who pays.  From my own
dating experience, the minute a guy goes "out of pocket" there is some
expectation you will make it worth his investment.  In the context of a
relationship that's not a problem.  If his only interest in you is sexual,
he may be less inhibited regarding what he expects from you."

	"That...  Uh...  I don't know how to say this..."

	"Let me guess.  You're trying to say that his expectations aren't a
problem, without sounding like a complete slut."

	"Something like that, yeah."

	"Hate to be the one to break it to you but your prude status
evaporated the first time you got a lip lock on another guy.  Exactly what
you were kissing doesn't matter that much.  I have an idea that may reduce
your risk to manageable levels but I need a few days to find out if it's
workable.  Think you can keep it in your pants, or at least play solo until
then?"

	"I guess.  I wish there was some way to make this whole mess go
away."

	"Fairytales are, `happily ever after'.  Life is more like, `clean
up on aisle five'.  You might as well get used to it."

	It took more than a few days.  In fact it was Saturday again before
mom tapped on my bedroom door and told me there was somebody out on the
patio I needed to meet.  It was a twenty-something in a suit.  I was still
young enough to blurt out the first thing through my head.

	"I didn't know I needed an attorney."

	Mom introduced him as Andrew, which must have been office speak for
Chad.  The smile he gave me didn't make him some sort of instant friend but
moved things in that general direction.  Something in his eyes gave me the
impression he was aware of what I was doing when mom knocked.

	"Broker actually, suits in the financial community are like bib
overalls at a farm auction.  They're even more comfortable if properly
tailored, the next best thing to showing up for work in pajamas."

	"It was awkward enough discussing the issue with each of you
privately.  I'm going to catch up on my email while you see if there is any
common ground."

	"Uh, the issue?"

	His grin shifted slightly and while I can't say it made me blush,
it sure as hell dumped fuel on the fire.

	"We might as well just wade into it.  You're Robert, and I'm
Andrew.  If chatting with you doesn't turn up any unrepairable deal
breakers I'll be introducing you to some men who are accustomed to respect,
both given and received.  They don't have time for a trash talking grab ass
and neither do I.  Bob and Andy might be ok for the jocks you've been with
but we're trying to up your game."

	"My game?"

	"I'll spell it out as I understand it and give you a chance to
correct errors or omissions.  You've been hooking up with random strangers
to engage in erotic activity up to and including full homosexual
intercourse.  I agree with her assessment that if you were going to stop,
you would have done so before being taken into police custody.  I know some
people who know some people and the matter has been closed out, logged as a
public contact with no arrest record.  If you continue as you have in the
past it's only a matter of time before you get picked up again.  That's if
you're lucky.  You're basically playing craigslist roulette.  Over the long
run there is no possible way that can end well."

	"Thanks.  I guess you're going to suggest something better?"

	"A different approach, it's up to you to decide if it's better.
First I have to get a working knowledge of your sexual preference.  I need
to know what you want to do, what you can do, and what is more or less off
the table.  Why you do it is a separate issue.  I might want to beat some
client at a game of racketball.  I'm usually better off getting some
exercise while I make him work for the win."

	"Isn't that a little, I don't know, dishonest?  At least kind of
shifty?"

	"Maybe if I was competing with him for money or ranking.  For me
that happens when I'm competing with other brokers.  With a client the
important thing is making him happy.  Usually that means making him work
for it hard enough that the win has meaning.  Sometimes it means beating
him if I can."

	"What do you need from me?  A list of everything I've done with a
man?  Who's going to know about it?"

	"Most of the people who accumulate a portfolio large enough to
justify paying somebody to manage it are men.  They generally have a social
life that is subject to the needs of their career.  They like to play as
much as anyone else but they don't have a lot of time for it.  Conventional
dating offers a very low return for the time invested.  The divorce rate is
high enough that marriage is the financial equivalent of a ticking time
bomb.  Some hire escorts or support women that are escorts in everything
but name.  This can result in a divorce in everything but name.  There is
still one area that is relatively safe.  While the courts have recognized
same sex domestic partners it still requires the active intent of both
parties to create such a union.  There is no risk that a judge will decide
one half of a `friends with benefits' relationship can unilaterally
redefine it as common law marriage."

	"Those are the guys you'll be setting me up with?"

	"Introducing you to, some of them, if I think you're a good fit.
Which means it's time to get to know you better.  I see the garage is free
standing.  Sound probably doesn't carry into the house.  The window on this
side is worthless for anything more than checking if you left the light on
before you call it a night.  Are there others?"

	"No, that's it.  You're thinking..."

	"...that you should get whatever lube you use, while I let your mom
know hitting the door opener before you come back in the house could be
really awkward."

	I got there first.  Rather than pace and fidget I got undressed.
By the time Andrew joined me I had my hole lubed and open.  If he wasn't
actually gay he did one hell of a job simulating it.  The garage itself was
the usual suburban parking and storage building, packed with a ton of crap
that would hit the dumpster if we ever had to move.  Mom's car took up most
of the free space and my weight bench the rest.  I'd been trying to bulk up
when my latest vertical growth spurt sort of put that on hold.  Since then
I'd seen enough to know weight benches were as common in dick vids as girl
on girl was in straight porn.  None of my own fantasies had included it as
a casting couch.

	Andrew fixed that.  Oral and anal in a variety of positions were no
surprise.  There was a lot more kissing than I was used to.  I'd done ass
to mouth before when I was so horny it didn't really matter.  This was the
first time the guy I was with wanted to kiss me after.  It's hard to
explain but I got the impression he wasn't topping me so much as giving me
the chance to show how much I loved being a bottom.  After he left it
finally dawned on me, he wasn't just sampling a perk for his wealthy
clients.  Andrew was recruiting his replacement.

	Things were kind of awkward between me and mom for a while
afterwards.  She didn't want or need the details.  When I got out of the
shower there was a note in my room.

	Andrew called.  He'll pick you up at three on Tuesday afternoon
unless you cancel.  If he's going to handle that aspect of your social life
I can go back to a decent level of ignorance.  While I'm not always
thrilled with other decisions you've made, none rise to a level that would
justify grounding you.  You're no longer under close supervision.  However,
you'll regain my trust faster if you continue to keep me in the loop on
things I should be concerned about.  If you need a guideline, ask yourself
if it's something I might pitch a fit about if I discover it later.  If
that's the case, you're better off telling me in advance.  Even if I think
it's a poor choice I may decide it's your decision to make.



The End
(For Now)