The Pervert And The Virgin – Part Five

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The brandy did its job perfectly and kept him asleep all night. I woke to check on him a few times and was just dozing when I heard the girls enter the bedroom. Tracy had the riding crop in hand. I smiled at them before placing a finger over my lips. Gently shaking him I threw in a couple of quick kisses to wake him.

“Please take him out of here before Tracy wakes me properly.” I asked my housekeeper.

“That bad? May I take a look?” she asked and when I nodded she lifted the bedding just enough to see my bruised butt. “I think its best he helps me get breakfast going after I've helped him get dressed. Adam's the best person to deal with you when Tracy is done waking you properly although she may not be able to spank you today.”

“She must. I need to loosen the muscles up. Please?”

“Do as much as you can to help him but don't push yourself too far.” she told Tracy leading a sleepy, naked young boy from the room. “He won't allow you to hurt him too much because he knows he will have to discuss this with his young Doc before the day is out. What did you give him?”

“The herbal tincture for shock and some brandy. When you are done chatting or even before he may need another twenty drops in a little water. You may want to have some ready for Tracy.” I told her smiling wanly.

“Brandy or tincture?”

“Gods. Both.” said a shocked Tracy who's curiosity had gotten the better of her and she'd taken a peek. “You expect me to add to that carnage?”

“Please, I have to be able to walk to go to church. The muscles need loosening and if it bleeds a little it's only superficial. I'll heal. There's lots of good stuff in the bathroom for this sort of injury.”

“You need to stay at home getting lots of massage. Going to church is not a good idea.” she declared resolutely.

“I won't let him go alone. Even if I have to crawl.”

Why not? He'll survive church. He's been before.”

“Not after a day like yesterday. Listen.” The sounds of my housekeeper soothing him in the spare room emphasized my point.

“Adam, as the resident expert get over here and inspect his butt. You will have the final say. I'm trusting you to be honest. Are we going to church or are we all staying home?”

The bedding was cast aside and I lay there stark naked with a very bruised butt on display.

“You're not going to like this but Tracy is right. We're going to have to nurse you today. What possessed you to let him go this far? Do you know how bad he will feel when he sees what he's done?” Adam said quietly and braced himself for the eruption.

“He had to choose how much he wanted to experience. I had to trust him by allowing him to go as far as he needed.” I told Adam. “There are dynamics a submissive never has to deal with from a spanking. I'm sure he'll want to talk about it in front of you. Pay attention to what we say later. This is stuff I'd hoped to spare you but it's obviously time for you to hear what it takes to spank somebody you love with all your heart.

Yes, I know how he will react which is why he won't see what he's done. We'll keep him from seeing the damage. I'm sure it looks worse than it feels.”

“He will ask to see what he did to you.” Adam declared. “You will protest. He'll insist and you will have no choice but to show him. Our friend is way too honorable to dodge any pain. Do you honestly think he'll want to avoid facing any part of spanking you? Consider yourself lucky you were able to go this long without him seeing. Now let me go get some stuff from the bathroom. Do you still have some of the cream?”

“I think so. You'll find it at the back of the cupboard if we have any left. You don't think the oils will be enough? I'm glad I can't see it if you need the cream. Oh, Adam, you were right when you said I wouldn't like your decision that we stay at home but I know it took a lot of courage for you to say what you truly believed. That part of your decision I really like.”

“Glad to see you still naked.” Tracy said entering the spare room with a forced smile on her face.

“Tracy, I'm shocked and flattered.” he said wiping away the last few tears in his eyes. “Do we have enough time before church?”

“Oh, sweetie, please don't tempt me. You have all the qualities I look for in a guy but none of the guys my age seem to have them. I'm afraid we will have to let your mom know you will be playing nurse today with Adam. In his expert opinion on the subject Adam prescribed a day at home with lots of soothing massage. Personally I think he's looking forward to massaging the old coots butt.”

“He'll have to share that old coots cute butt with me.”

“Sweetie, I think it best if you wait until tomorrow or even Tuesday to get your hands on that butt. He really wants to spare you.”

“Well, he's out of luck. Hand me that robe and let's all go drool over the oldest butt in the apartment. He ought to be flattered with all this attention.” he declared walking towards the bedroom while still slipping into the robe.

“Adam said you'd insist. He said you were too honorable to back down.”

“Tracy may be squeamish but the more I think about what you said about sparing me from something the more I itch to get my hands on a riding crop.” Adam was scolding me as the rest of them entered the room. They stood behind him listening to the scolding continue. Quiet, meek 1201 was doing a surprisingly good job. Seeing all of my ass on display there was no doubt in their minds Adam had made the correct decision.

“You wanted to go to church with an ass in that condition?” he asked. “1201 remind me to let him know what I think of that decision later today. That will fall under the taking better care of yourself aspect of our relationship. And you wanted Tracy to use the crop to loosen up the muscles, I believe I heard you saying as I walked down the passageway. What about the bleeding it would have caused?”

“He said it was only superficial and it would heal.” traitorous Tracy told him. “Something about the bleeding easing the bruising.”

“All of this because you think I'm in danger by going to church?” he asked.

“Partly. Look around at what organized religion has achieved.”

“Do you believe I'd indulge in the typical churchgoer, do-gooder mayhem?”

“No, you're too smart for that sort of nonsense.”

“Then why force yourself through even more to go with me? Well, I'm waiting for your answer. You're not getting up off this bed until you answer my question. Keep sitting on him 1201.”

“Insight. Experience. Love.” my housekeeper answered for me. “He won't say it. We'd all starve standing here waiting for him to admit it so I'll say it for him.”

“Why won't he say it?” he asked her.

“You know how easily distracted he is normally. What do you think he will do if he allows the love he feels for you to fill him? I'll tell you what he will do. He'll get lost in it for a month. Walking around grinning like a Cheshire cat and bumping into things. There's another reason he won't let love in and as his appointed Doc I believe you should know the reason.”

“Love heals.” he said quietly before wrapping his arms around my shoulders and kissing me. “I'm not going to say I'm sorry now because I'll end up crying again. How many have you helped with your unique therapy? And it was like last night for all six? I'm going to pour as much love into you as it takes to heal all those wounds. You will show me and 1201 how its done. We will set aside time every day when one of us works on it with you. Shush, I'm not asking you I'm telling you. This is in addition to the love we share in our er workouts.

I'll wait until our talk later to discuss the state of your ass. You're not off the hook by a long ways. Our moms won't be happy about us missing church so you might have to answer to them as well.”

“Tell them we're recovering from a therapy weekend.” Adam suggested. “My mom will explain it to your mom. Well, it's true. He's even managed to get me mad at him. Breakfast had better be extra special.”

“That's a great idea 1201 or rather two great ideas. Who's going to cook since our chef is indisposed?”

“I've suffered quite enough without being forced to eat anything you guys prepare.” I declared. “Cooking is done standing up so my injuries don't count. One of the ladies will be babysitting me. She can hand me what I need.

The sooner the cutest number living in this apartment complex gets off my legs the sooner said number gets his extra special breakfast. Anybody else want to scold me or can we head for the kitchen?”

“Were you planning on cooking naked?” he asked me as I headed out the bedroom. “The last thing we want is for your front to end up as well done as your rear.”

“I think there's an apron in the kitchen.” I said offhandedly but my housekeeper was having none of it and threw me a robe from the bathroom.

“Tracy, look after him in there while I speak with the moms.” my housekeeper ordered. I was glad to see she bullied everybody equally.

“Instead of the boys going to church it looks like its the two girls joining the moms. They agreed to switch from the morning service to the afternoon service so we can have brunch.” my housekeeper told us as she handed the boys plates and silverware. “I want to hear this chat about last night before we leave so don't dawdle over cooking brunch. Your moms insisted we all come back to check on Gramps after church. What can you make that is easy and will feed a crowd? There will be seven of us. Do we need to pick up anything special after church for dinner?”

“We kept some beef in the fridge for stew tonight.” I told her. “There won't be leftovers but there's enough for nine of us tonight. I'd like some apple pie for dessert. Don't forget the whipped cream.”

“Nine? Oh, the boys. Can you do that red wine and Italian seasoning stew you made me the other week? Thank you.” she forgot herself for a moment and hugged and kissed me.

“Wow! It must be good to get that reaction from her.” Tracy said.

“Tracy, it was so good I almost dragged him to the bedroom to thank him properly.” she said which caused the boys to collapse in laughter. “Just you guys wait until you've had some and we'll see what your reaction is. Now let's give the chef and his babysitter, oops, I mean assistant some room.”

“Only my pet pervert would choose to do something fancy with his meat when a young boy asks for an extra special breakfast.” he said looking at the platter of bacon wrapped sausage links. “Now I know I chose the right one to be mine. I suppose I'll have to share some of his fine meat with you guys?”

“I'm glad you like it.” I told Adam who had come around the table to give me a hug and a kiss in thanks. “Now eat them before they get cold.”

“Get cold? You didn't make that many.” he declared. “I think you're holding some of your fine meat in reserve. A strip search may be in order.”

“Doubt you'll find anything that fits the description of fine meat under that robe.” Tracy said winking at the others. “You won't find much of it on that platter in another minute or two. The boys are right though. You do have a creative way with meat.”

The girls left us to clean up while they freshened up for church. I was happy for the delay. This conversation would have been hard enough with guys who'd experienced being spanked or spanking somebody. Now I'd have to find a way to explain it all to the girls. Adam decided instead of taking notes he'd record our chat. That way he told us whatever I said could and would be used against me over and over again.

“1201, don't be surprised if you end up deleting the recording when he's done explaining.” he told his friend. I was glad to have him snuggled up against me as I reclined on my side. No matter how hesitant I was about the conversation about to take place my cock had reacted quite predictably when he had pressed his ass into my groin. Thank god to the others it appeared as him wanting to be close to me as he relived his experiences from last night.

“Keep in mind no matter how hard I try to put it into words the experience is what you will need to fully understand.” I began. “Anybody wishing to experience it has only to ask and I will place myself at their disposal. All I ask is you wait a day or two, please. Yes, ladies, that includes you.”

“How will they? You know...” said a blushing Adam.

“Strap on dildos.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“No need to apologize. You reminded me of something I need to clear with the ladies. Are you ladies certain you want to listen to this conversation when a key to understanding it involves gay sex? I understand you know about my workouts with the boys but hearing the details is essential in this instance. Do either of you wish to leave?”

“I have to know.” my housekeeper answered. “So if the boys don't mind me hearing these details I will stay.”

“Tracy?” I asked.

“Even though I feel I need to know because I work here it is also important for me to know as a person. I have studied sexuality in psychology classes so I have a point of reference and doubt you will embarrass me too much. Only if the boys are willing for us to stay will we stay.”

“I don't mind.” he said.

“I don't mind either. I am as much in the dark as you ladies.” Adam confessed.

“The only other person to spank me was J.” I resumed now the warnings had been issued. “Keep this in mind when she tells you about J tomorrow. Hopefully I will explain enough here for her to understand more fully about my reaction to J. Including 1201 there have six boys who have requested regular maintenance spankings. Pain is not an uncommon choice in changing what people regard as sinful behavior. From self-flagellation to cutting people have tried to avoid or suppress part of themselves by fleeing into a world where pain is the only thing they are aware of at the time. The reason these choices don't work is because the issue is not understood. Pain is a tool. Pain is not a complete solution.

There are some people who see nothing wrong in physically hurting others. They neither enjoy it nor feel any sadness for the person they beat. Indifference is what they use to keep emotions from stirring things up inside of themselves. I am not one of those people. How could I be indifferent to the trust placed in me by a cute, young boy who in his most vulnerable moments places his body at my mercy? What sort of a man would I be if I turned him away because I was afraid of the pain or self-loathing I'd feel because I spanked him?

These boys are all made aware of my penchant for sex with cute lads their age when they request my help. No doubt some of them think it a small price to pay. Others may feel more secure knowing I am no more than a dirty old man spanking them because I get to fuck their cute ass. This is something they understand. Most would not be in this position if they didn't live in a commerce oriented society. I try to show them a different view when we chat after and between spankings. I check in on them to ask how they are feeling. I hope to show by example somebody can care in moments when there is nothing tangible to be gained. My fear is they think I am only doing this to keep them coming back.

Water, please. This is making my throat parched. Thank you, much better.

The boys get the punishment they feel they deserve and need. Along with being beaten they were always fucked by a guy old enough to be their dad. I know that for two boys I did play the role of father. They needed a dad in their lives so badly even a dad who beat and fucked them would do. Going along with it allowed me to spend time with them working on the deeper issues. J was one of those two boys. Now you know the basics of what most of the boys I have spanked regularly go through. There is always the exception that proves the rule. Yesterday it was the heart of my soul.

After watching me take care of 1201's needs on Friday my perceptive lover knew there was something I was hiding. He was right. I was hiding the pain you experience when you realize how much you enjoy having power over another person. They can do nothing to stop you from beating them once they are tied up or secured in the stocks. Most of the times I even get to decide the type of pain. Today I may choose the sharp bite of the cane with welts to linger as a visible reminder. The embarrassment of not knowing if the welts will subside before gym class or sports practice. Another day it might be the comfort of a paddling that leaves only a redness to color their cheeks for a few hours. On days when I was feeling really horny it would just be my hand as they lay over my knees. This brought their naked flesh into contact with mine.

When you begin to think you understand this is all you have to face you learn that the greatest aphrodisiac is dominion over another person. Especially a person who you find sexually appealing. God it feels so good to watch them squirming and wriggling helpless to escape the pain. The sound of each blow makes you want to cry out in triumph. The feeling of invincibility grows until you feel like a god and seek to experience the lust of a god. What does it matter if a mere mortal cries in pain? The desires of a god are of greater importance. You know it is no kindness to thrust into somebody who is crying in pain. A part of you tells you it is wrong. This part even encourages you to back off. Telling yourself over and over not to do it does not help. You keep saying “Don't do it!” even as you enter them.

This is the moment you discover the wonderful internal effect crying has on a person. Muscles clenching down on you as his body is wracked by sobbing. The greater part of you, at least you hope it is the greater part of you, tells you to disengage. Then he cries again. The muscles clench on you. You look down at his cute red ass and see the visible symbol of your power over him. Gods have been taking mortals for so long it has become expected. His cries; the sight of his bruised flesh; the heat from his spanked ass and the knowledge of your power over another human combine to amplify your pleasure. This is no ordinary fuck it is a celestial fuck. The pleasure nothing less than heavenly. The only price asked in return is the loss of the part of you which you value most.

Well, at least that is my experience.” I finished to a very quiet, attentive audience. Nobody said anything or moved while I drank some more water. I could feel the gentle tremors through the thin material of our robes. He was unsurprisingly crying softly. Wrapping my arms around him I drew him close.

“Is this what you experienced?” my housekeeper asked him softly.

“Yesterday when I told you I couldn't help but notice he was suffering and I hurt just as much. I was wrong.” he answered her equally as softly. “He has been going through this regularly for years because he understands their needs and pays this price for the opportunity to offer therapy with the pain. People looking in see no more than a dirty old man spanking and fucking a young boy. What a monster getting off like that they decide. They wouldn't believe the truth of who is suffering.

1201 it may be a while before I spank you. He will have to teach me a lot before I am able to go through that again. How he does it is something I want to learn because it would make facing anything life throws at you no problem at all.”

“That's OK,” Adam told him. “I may not be able to ask him to spank me. Why didn't you tell me this before?”

“Consider the alternative.” I instructed.

“Huh?”

“That's what he told me last night when I asked.” he said to his friend. “I had no answer but then he was trying to get me inebriated. No doubt he wanted me to sleep through the night while he repeatedly had his wicked way with me.”

“Go on,” said Tracy. “Consider the alternative.”

“What alternative?” Adam asked.

“Exactly. Now I get it. There is no alternative.” he told them. “Why did you let it go on for so long? I hurt you so badly.”

“Humbug, young sir, it's nothing more than mere flesh which does replace itself anyway every seven years and heals in between.” I told him. “Surely no self respecting scoundrel will let mere discomfort stand between him and teaching a fine loving lad such an important lesson.”

“Why did you let me go through it? You knew it would hit me hard didn't you?”

“Yes, I knew it would hit you hard. I let you go through with it because I knew you were strong enough to make it through. You would not have been satisfied by words alone anyway. My doubts were about my ability to endure the spanking long enough for you to experience the full lesson.”

“Promise me you won't let me learn any more lessons if it involves me causing you physical pain?”

“I can't do that if you want to learn how I have reached the point where I can endure the price of helping others and myself in this way.”

“Why not?”

“You will have to spank me again. Several times before you reach that point.”

“How can you expect him to spank you again when I have doubts about asking you to spank me if it causes you such heartache?” Adam asked me.

“Because he'll tell you asking me to stop spanking you is not the answer.”

“He would?” Adam asked in a puzzled tone.

“Yes, I would.” he answered. “The moment you submit you give him the gift of your total trust. He has done this enough so he can keep control of the damage he does to your flesh. No matter what he goes through when it is all done he finds comfort in knowing you love and trust him despite how society judges our relationship with him. Let him decide how much turmoil this gift is worth. Do you no longer enjoy the spankings?”

“I love them. So I should continue with them?”

“Yes, please.” we both answered together.

“How did you know it would be so intense for me?” he asked looking up into my eyes and holding my gaze.

“There is a balance within each person between their light and dark sides. The more light you hold the more darkness there has to be to balance it out. What you go through when you spank somebody stirs up this darkness because it is comprised of a very similar energy. Almost the same frequency and like attracts like. You, young seductive sir, hold a lot of light.”

“I really ought to be more careful what I ask for in future. You wouldn't have suggested I spank you would you? No, it was only because I asked. Can you forgive me?”

“Never will I forgive you. Never will I see the need.”

“Do you want me to ask you to spank me for the hurt I caused you?” he said so seriously I began to panic.

“You love me too much to ask that of me.” I tried.

“This wouldn't be for you it would be for me. I need to release the guilt.”

“Will my forgiving you be enough?”

“Depends what you have in mind for the ritual. How convincing it is.”

“Did you have anything in mind? I could use an example.”

“There is only one ritual that would convince me.” he said smiling up at me while reaching between us to discretely squeeze my cock. “When dealing with a scoundrel sincerity can only be found in the most ancient of ritual known as the forgiveness fuck.”

“Would you excuse us for a bit?” I asked the others. “I'd better get this ritual over with before he asks for a spanking.”

“Do you think you can wait long enough for him to get the stew started?” my housekeeper asked him.

“Only if you if gave me a kiss and a hug to sustain me.” he said running over and sitting on her lap. Then it was a subdued Tracy who suddenly found a boy sitting in her lap asking for a kiss. “You'd better go babysit him while I work on cheering Tracy up. Judging by how sad she is 1201 may need to help. This may be a three dozen kiss prescription.”

“Oh no you don't.” said Tracy struggling beneath him as Adam joined his friend. “Some help from you two would be nice?”

“I'm sure it would.” I told her enjoying the sight of the two boys each kissing a cheek as they counted off kisses. “However, I'm not feeling up to wrestling with two young boys.”

“He'll fall over if I let him go.” protested my housekeeper as we made our way to the kitchen. “I'm pretty certain you'll survive. Teach them a new kiss or two while you wait.”

“What? I most certainly will not.”

“Just one new one please. I'd like to surprise him during our ritual. You'd be immortalized.”

“Only one and then you boys let me up to straighten my clothes.”

“One will do.” he promised. “We may need to practice a whole lot before we get it right though.”

“That's my boy.” I said smiling.

“You boys can practice on each other.” Tracy declared. “Now it goes like this.”

The two girls left with 1201. He insisted we needed time alone for our ritual and he wanted to think things over about the spanking. The girls agreed it would seem logical to have one nurse present if I was going to spend most of the time in bed uh resting? I would be resting wouldn't I? Of course I'd be resting. Resting my hand on his shoulder. Shoulder? Humbug. Snort. Resting my lips on his. Resting my... We get the picture. Lots of resting taking place while we are gone. Don't burn the stew. No problem it's in the slow cooker. Do you think dropping our robes would bring the farewells to a speedier end? Not with this crowd but dropping our robes and starting our ritual might. Shall we try it? A practice run would be great. I learned a new kiss. It goes like this. Ouch! Somebody smacked my butt. No, I suppose you really couldn't swat his. Bye now. Finally. About that kiss. Upstairs.

“Finally.” I said softly but not softly enough to avoid a meaningful glare from him. “I'm just eager to get into bed with such a hot, young lad like you. What else could it possibly be, young sir?”

“Frailties of the flesh perhaps?” he replied. “I suppose I could wait until tomorrow.”

“My flesh is not that frail yet. Postponing our orgasms any longer might cause it to reach new levels of frailty ahead of it's time. Get out of that robe, young sir. Let the sinning forgiving commence before I....”

“Yes?” he asked looking at me with a concerned expression. “Go on. You were going to say?”

“Before I lose control and ravish you before we make it to the bed.”

“Is that really what you were going to say?”

“Why ask if you already know the answer? You leading me to the bed says clearer than any words you are fully aware of what I was going to say. Who would have thought your beauty and my love for you could prove so weakening? I do believe I like it.”

“Good. I don't plan on going anywhere soon.” he declared removing my robe and helping to ease me onto the bed. Then he quickly shrugged out of his robe. “Must you stare?”

“Yes, it's a key part of the ritual.”

“Oh, it is is it?” he asked standing there unashamedly naked beneath my gaze.

“I have to feel your need for forgiveness. You must believe me when I say I cannot see any reason to forgive you. What transgression is there? You were brave beyond imagining in my opinion. The dragons within are in their death throes. We may still have a couple to hunt down but you have done so much in two days. Surely admiration and irresistible love do not take residence where forgiveness is needed?”

“Can you accept I am not at that point? I'm still only twelve and a product of our society.” he asked gently.

“Of course I can accept it. There is nothing about you that needs changing. I'd love you forever if you stayed right where you are now in every way. You let me know what you want to change and when you want to change it. This will be our spiritual practice of topping from the bottom.”

“Tomorrow or Tuesday we can begin my religious instruction. All I want now is for you to get on top of my bottom. Done ogling? For now.”

“Young sir, why do you tease me by lingering just out of arms reach in such a state of brazen nudity? Tormenting my soul suchly will earn you an impalement upon my heated member aflame with anger at such teasing.”

“Suchly?” he said laughing as he lay down facing me.

“Thus seemed lacking in sufficient brevity to make you smile. Besides suchly rhymes with muchly which is more apt to describe the depth of my love for you.”

“Be” kiss “quiet” kiss “scoundrel” new kiss.

That is nice I thought as he licked my lower lip gently before pressing his mouth against mine. Thank you, Tracy, I thought as I surrendered to a few more of this toe curling kisses. My hand did rest on his shoulder momentarily before sliding down his back to cup his ass. Humbug I whispered between kisses as my hand molded itself to those precious curves. He hushed me as he started working his way down. Understandably still nervous he was a little more comfortable with pleasing a naked man and this led to him becoming more adventurous.

Convincing the boys they couldn't get it wrong as long as the refrained from biting for a while took quite some time. They thought with all my experience they needed to get it right, whatever that meant to them, from the start. I loved every moment we experienced. The hesitancy. The nervousness as they bit down on a nipple. So tender at first then growing more firmer with each passing bout of lovemaking. The shaking of the hand as they first wrapped it around my cock. A grasp that grew firmer over time. Yes, it could be painful if they were a little too eager but I didn't mind a little pain. Often I discovered those who were the more forceful in pleasing me enjoyed it if I were a little harder in return.

Now my nipples, like my lips earlier, were being treated to the new kiss he had learned. They responded with equal delight. Here alone with him in the soft, filtered afternoon sunlight I could go easy on myself. There was no need to pretend the beating didn't hurt. He seemed perfectly willing to take the lead as I lay on my side. I was perfectly willing to let him. There is joy to be found in the patterns established with a longtime lover. You know where this particular sequence is headed and your body responds with delight in anticipation before the next move. I do enjoy the dance of familiarity at times. This afternoon I was being treated to the magic of surprise that requires you keep your awareness focused in the present with a lover learning his way.

“I do believe, young sir, you have done this before.” I said softly. “Keep on.”

“Only in my dreams, scoundrel.” he responded with his breath hot on my left nipple.

“That's where we all start. Did you have this gorgeous manhood in hand at the time?” I asked sliding my hand over his hip to wrap my fingers around his erection.

“On occasion I do believe.” he said kissing and licking his way over my stomach.

“Every occasion I hope.”

“Why, scoundrel, you aren't suggesting I'm too horny for my own good, are you?”

“One can never be too horny for one's own good if one is as lovely as you. Speaking of horn. Do you think you might? Yes! Yes! Like that.”

Looking down at him with his lips wrapped just past the head of my cock I sighed in bliss. How I'd love to let him continue with the task until I fed him my load. He wasn't trying to take all of me in. We both knew what we wanted from our time together while the others were at church. There wasn't time enough for both. How good his hand felt resting lightly on my ass. Letting its presence be felt without any pressure to cause me pain.

“Enough for now,” I forced myself to say. “I've got a bottom to top or rather you've got a bottom for me to top.”

“I have every intention of resuming where I left off very soon.” he promised placing a kiss on the head of my cock. “Would you like to do the honors?”

“A kiss or two may persuade me to take on this onerous task.” I said taking the bottle of lube from his hand as he lay looking up at me. “I was wrong. Two kisses is hardly enough persuasion. Best to err on the side of too much persuasion and lube.”

He didn't seem to mind I was requiring quite a bit of persuading. Wonderful lover that he was he kept kissing me as I reached past his nuts to probe his puckered hole with my finger. Penetrating his mouth with my tongue suddenly distracted him nicely from the entrance of my finger. Fuck, I thought, soon my cock will be in there. Those gorgeous ass cheeks will be squeezing against it as it fills him. Maybe I ought to rethink my policy on forgiving lovers. Maybe I ought to get on with lubing him up so I can get on with getting off.

“Roll over. You've persuaded me. Slowly. Let me admire your perfection.”

“Ogle more like it.”

“Careful, young sir, I'm in the driver's seat which happens to be your seat. You'd best not inflame my ardor with aspersions.”

“Huh, if you don't want a crowd to witness the grand finale I think we could do with a lot of inflaming or the gentleness of my scoundrel will ensure we are caught en flagrante delicto.”

“Codswallop!” I declared walloping his butt smartly a few times.

“Please, sir, may I have some” he began looking back over his shoulder as I smacked his cute butt “MORE!”

Savage delight washed over me as I caught him by surprise and buried myself smoothly to the hilt in his proffered ass.

“Oh, scoundrel,” gasp “this is a side of you I've never met before. Wherever have you been all my life?”

“Was it worth the wait?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely but I am glad the waiting is over. I may have to give up my saintly persona if this is what forgiveness requires. Yes, oh gods, fuck yes. Harder. Deeper. Faster. Fuck me! Harder, pervert, harder!”

Any sliver of action that could have been recognized as love-making slipped in by accident. The emphasis of this forgiveness fuck was definitely on the fuck. I'd fucked his cute ass twice now so I felt comfortable enough to pound it with gay abandon. He wanted it hard, deeper and faster and I was more than happy to give him what we wanted. Supporting myself above him our flesh touched only where my cock slid in and out of him and my balls rested on his ass. My hips drove me all the way into his receptive body. Then they withdrew my cock almost entirely out of him. Nothing else mattered as we fucked. Brutally. Wantonly. Thoughtlessly.

Three or four possibly five streams of cum had been jettisoned from me before the pleasure penetrated. I'd been so caught up in the rhythm of fucking him no thought had entered my mind. Down and up. Into him and out of him. Down. Up. Into. Out of. Into. Wordlessly I poured my seed into him. Holding myself as motionless as possible while tremors of pleasure shook my body. Sweat dripped from me onto his long, smooth back. Through the sweat I noticed he was lying still beneath me.

“Are you OK?” I asked after my orgasm finally abated. Gently folding my arms I lowered myself onto him but kept some of my wait off him while I waited for his answer.

“Wow! We have to fucking do that again.” he said a smile spreading over his face. “That was so intense. I can see why this sort of thing is so popular. Go on. I won't break if you lie on top of me. I think I'd like it.”

“Thank you,” I said letting my body settled on top of him and kissing his cheek. What was he doing? The naughty sod. “Do you mind giving me time to catch my breath, young sir?”

“You've had all of thirty seconds. You cannot give me an orgasm like that and expect me not to want more.” he declared squeezing his cheeks against my cock and causing it to hungrily come back to life.

“Well, you may have convinced a part of me it is up to a second round but the rest of me may not be up to the task. The fact you got it to respond so quickly is miraculous.”

“I seem to recall from my sex ed homework assignments there is a position where little effort is required on the part of one partner. Do you object to be used in such a manner?”

“Sex ed homework?”

“This may have been one of those phases where I was voluntarily doing extra home study. I believe this knowledge arose, along with something else, during my amazingtwinks.com assignment. Allow me to demonstrate. Will my pet pervert please roll over onto his back? What a good boy. Now I straddle your hips like so. You don't mind if I have my back to you? I want to watch myself on the screen. That will be so hot! Damn cellphones.

Hi, Mom. Yes, he just lying here regaining his breath, I mean strength. How was church? Glad you enjoyed it. They forgot the list. Was it just the apple pie and cream you wanted? Mom, can you add something to drink to the list. He says he'll trust you ladies to choose the perfect drinks. Root beer will be fine for me, thank you. I love you.

What are you smiling at? I'll have you again before tonight is out even if it means sneaking into the bedroom while mom is still here. Be good and I may even let you watch the recording while I am at school tomorrow. Now I'm all hot and bothered and there's no time to do anything about it before they get back. We'd better shower. There's no time for that. We could, ah, take a quick shower. Don't dawdle down there though. Oh yes!”

A finger or two stimulating him on the inside of his cum coated passageway helped speed things up. Naturally, I told him afterward, I only did it because I hated to see him in such a state of frustration. Sucking his cock while finger fucking him hardly gave me any pleasure at all. Merely trying to help ease a young man's discomfort. The smile on my face and my tongue reaching out to catch a drop or two of his cum that was trying to escape may have given lie to these words. I got a very nice, lingering thank you kiss before we rushed to the bathroom.

Before we got there he received a text from my housekeeper saying they were ten minutes from the apartment. Go ahead and shower and greet them at the door. Then send 1201 up to apply some more cream. They'll understand if you tell them I'm moving quite a bit slower than usual. I promise not to come running down the stairs. All of this I told him while pushing him ahead of me into the bathroom. In one of the greatest acts of self-restraint I merely watched him shower. Yes, I did enjoy the opportunity to ogle him as he showered I confessed handing him the towel. Would he please put the oven on at 350 to warm up. Yes, I'll be down soon to take care of the potato and vegetable bake.

“Mom” I heard him cry out literally two minutes after he left the bathroom. How did he get dressed so quickly, I wondered as I began soaping myself.

“Let me give you hand,” Adam said stepping into the shower.

“What are you doing in here with your mom downstairs?”

“She'll stay downstairs. I'm speeding things up so we can all get on with dinner. Brunch was ages ago. Turn around.”

We were done a lot quicker with Adam's help. I even got to squeeze his butt a couple of times while he was drying me off.

“What about your wet hair?” I asked as we headed slowly towards the stairs.

“What about it?” Adam asked. “Yes, I gave you a hand with your shower. Mom will think it's sweet. The way you are moving its clear you aren't in any state to take advantage of me.”

Adam's mom did think it was sweet of him to help me in the shower. Yes, they all appreciated his efforts in getting dinner on the table before midnight. I had taken refuge in the kitchen after greeting the ladies with a round of hugs and kisses. My housekeeper started to ask him if he was feeling better but stopped and said the grin on his face was all the answer she needed.

“Part of the therapy or fall out, no doubt.” Adam's mom, Amanda, told Sophie. “Let's way until after dinner before we interrogate them.”

“I wouldn't call it interrogation.” Sophie answered. “Informal questioning based purely out of concern for his health is all it is.”

“We all understand that as a parent you are concerned. You only have my word that Adam is much better off as a result of his visits here. Both the boys seem to be in good health and spirits. We'll ask some questions but I want you to promise me you'll let me call a halt to the questioning and give the guys some time to work things out. Let's say three weeks? That will be the end of the month.”

“OK, I promise.” Sophie said. “Now you promise me I will get the opportunity to ask all the questions I want in three weeks?”

“Deal. We'll interrogate them after dinner. Let's seal it with a glass of wine, shall we?”

The extra cushion on my chair raised some eyebrows. There was no getting around it. Thankfully everybody was too hungry to begin the questioning right away. Salad the boys protested mildly even as they held out their salad bowls for Tracy to fill. Once again Tracy bullied me into staying seated while she brought the main course to the table. Yes, I know the pie needs to go into the oven and I will take care of whipping the cream. Sit and stay or must we ask him to get the leash out? Bullies. Yes, kiss, but bullies who love you. Be good and you'll get another kiss when I return. A whole one just for me? Really? Ouch! Let go of my ear, wench! People are starving at my table. Bring on the meat. What are you two squirts laughing about? Nothing. We're just excited about getting to eat your meat. We've heard such good things about it. Bring on the meat.

Traitorous Tracy became torturous Tracy after one spoonful. Without saying a word she walked over and planted her lips on mine for a long, deep and passionate kiss. I thought I'd suffocate before she finally relented.

“You were right.” she told my housekeeper. “He's lucky he's under the weather or I'd be dragging him to the bedroom after one plate. Then again after a second helping.”

“I told them earlier I'd have had my wicked way with him the first time he cooked this for me it is so good.” my housekeeper explained to Amanda and Sophie.

Those young squirts were laughing at me as I blushed helplessly beneath their praise. Going on about my beef stew like that in front of the boys moms was quite embarrassing. At various stages throughout the meal each of the ladies got up and gave me a hug and a kiss with veiled threats of what would happen if I ever made this for them when I was healthy. Tracy made some comment about me being a lovely shade of red and gave me another long kiss before she took a second helping. I think it was an unspoken conspiracy to see if they could keep me blushing throughout the meal. Or so I hoped. Heaven forbid they were serious. The kisses from the ladies were bad enough but when they were clearing the dishes he quite calmly gave me a thank you hug and a kiss on the cheek in front of his mom as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Then he calmly looked his mom in the eye and asked if she was done with her plate.

Traitorous and torturous she might be but Tracy had me in the palm of her hand the moment I saw she had sprinkled cinnamon on the apple pie. I agreed wholeheartedly with her they never seemed to put enough cinnamon in the apple pies nowadays. She even brought the cinnamon to the table in case I wanted to add some to the whipped cream. Despite my nervousness at the approaching interrogation I thoroughly enjoyed my dessert. No sense in spoiling the present with thoughts about the future.

“Please sit with your mom.” I told him softly in the kitchen. “I promise there will be a chance to express your feelings. Protecting you is very important to your mom. Let's not give her the impression you are choosing me over her or the opportunity to make that assumption.”

“What are you guys doing in there?” my housekeeper called from the living room. “Good thing you're not bartenders if this is how long it takes you to get a round of drinks.”

“I'm just thanking him properly for a lovely dinner.” he said making a loudly exaggerated kissing sound. “Would it be more polite for me to do it out there? You could watch him blush again.”

“Any more blushing and he will burst a blood vessel.” declared Sophie. “Get out here or I'll send Tracy in to give you a hand.”

“There's not a whole lot to say.” I told them mildly. “Amanda was right in saying it is a little fall out from my therapy with Adam. Thanks largely to my big mouth and honest streak. Equally as big and equally as troublesome. Now that's settled how was church?”

“Oh, no, mister, not so fast.” Sophie said. “Looks like more than a little fall out judging by the way you are barely walking. I have agreed to be guided by Amanda in terms of how much we press you now but some details are required.”

“Adam, aka 1201, was told a long time ago I wouldn't ask him to do anything I wouldn't do.” I said calmly having bought a few extra minutes to plan my defense.

“He did say that and I thought he was joking.” Adam told everybody.

“Why did you think he was joking?” asked Sophie.

“Because he had threatened to use mom's permission to give me a spanking.”

“You mean?” Sophie said with widening eyes and proving she was as bright as her son had told me. “The cushion. You barely able to walk. This was a spanking? Who did it?”

“Who is not important. Everybody was a willing participant.” I answered quickly before he could own up. He would do something that daft given half the chance. “My housekeeper and Tracy were here and took care of things this morning. They knew ahead of time what was likely to happen.”

“Actually you did most of that as you usually do.” my housekeeper told the moms. “He's always placing the credit on my shoulders. We all know you are concerned for your son's safety. This responsibility is something single moms take very seriously. They feel some need to make up for the fact they failed to provide a regular home for their children. I have been working here for four years and will continue for a couple more. You may not hear things you'd like to hear from either him or your son if they hang out together but he will keep you son on track, away from drugs, safe from most physical harm and help him grow as a person in many ways.

No self-growth is a completely smooth sailing. Emotional stuff will arise that your son will have difficulty processing. I'm sure you've seen some of it already and it has been getting worse. There is stuff that guys need to talk to other guys about just as girls have stuff they are only comfortable sharing with other girls. This man is distracted, belittles himself almost daily out of habit rather than consciously and shies away from taking credit. He is brutally honest about himself and his perceived failings. Looking at him today you will find this hard to believe but he is the gentlest and kindest man I have ever met.”

“You're right.” said Sophie. “I do find that hard to believe in his current state.”

“Mom, it's true.” he said in my defense. “How many guys would have been kind to a kid they didn't know calling them a pervert?”

“You didn't.” exclaimed a horrified Sophie blushing in embarrassment. “What did you say?” she asked me.

“He said sometimes he was a pervert and a monster. He must have been in one of his distracted moments just sitting there staring into space. I accused him of being a pervert and staring at the boys playing basketball. Instead of getting upset he chatted with me as if he knew me. He knew why I was working so hard at school. Why I didn't have friends. There was also some of that guy stuff.

There has been some stuff come up I'd rather have avoided. None of it was his fault. He would have talked me out of it if he could. We have become friends. Even more than friends he has become my pet. Will you help me take care of my pet? He's the first one I've ever had.”

“Your what? Pet?”

“I plan on taking him to school for show and tell.” he told his mom as he walked over to sit next to me. “Who else do you know has a pet pervert?”

“You can't do that.” Sophie said adamantly.

“Why not? Do I need a special pet license? I have a collar and leash for him.” he asked while I smiled and winked at Sophie over his head.

“He's not a pervert.”

“He was ogling my ass yesterday.” Tracy began before I interrupted her claiming it was all scandalous lies. “This ought to be good. I can't wait to see how somebody so honest denies something two other people were witnessing from alongside him.”

“They're merely victims of the collective unconsciousness.” I declared loftily. “Your ass is certainly worth ogling if I were so inclined to ogle the ass of a young lady which has been known to happen now and again.”

“And again and again and again and..” the boys chorused.

“Very funny.” I said with a sniff. “Yesterday I most definitely was not ogling your ass at the time in question.”

“Looked like it to me and I was holding your hand.” said my housekeeper.

“I agree and I was holding your other hand.” he said. “I'm as eager as Tracy to hear your explanation.”

“Consider this your first lesson in why eye witness testimony is regarded as unreliable in many court cases. The two of you believe you saw the same thing. Me ogling Tracy's ass. I can confidently say I wasn't. All I was doing was staring ahead of me and Tracy insisted on placing her ass right where I was staring and kept it there all the way to the store.”

“Are you saying it's my fault?” said Tracy giving me a steely look.

“Certainly not. How could I blame you for such an act of kindness? I'm sure you were doing it to cheer me up. Your efforts were a great success. Despite how I knew it might be perceived by my companions to look away would have been unkind. Nobody here would dispute the cuteness of your ass and looking away may have tendered insult where none was intended.

Feel free to employ this wonderfully effective method of cheering me up whenever you have the slightest suspicion I may need a little cheering. Don't let a lack of such suspicions stop you from giving me a preventative dose of spirit raising either.” Would you believe she responded by hurling a cushion at me?

“Is he always like this?” Amanda asked.

“When you can get him to talk.” my housekeeper told her. “Most of the time he is staring into space or trying to pay other people's grocery bills. The boys know how to get his attention.”

“So it appears.” Amanda said watching as I slid the cushion hurled at me under my butt.

“That was to get their attention.” said my housekeeper holding up a hand when Sophie started to say something. “He doesn't need that cushion. All he's doing is trying to elicit more sympathy from us in the hopes we'll offer to kiss it better. You said you'd be willing to give it three weeks. Now he won't allow your son to get into trouble as you hoped. What he has done is given him a reason to hang out and play computer games with 1201. I'm pretty certain both the boys will make some more friends over time. There won't be many friendships but they will be lasting.

I've seen the effect he has had on other boys in the past four years. You have nothing to worry about. He'll need a few more days to heal so we'll be spending a lot of time with him. Tracy and I will keep an eye on things as well.”

“How many more days will he need to heal, do you think?” Sophie asked.

“Four or five more days.” Tracy said.

“Yes, that's would be my guess as well.” confirmed my housekeeper.

“That must have been quite a spanking.” Sophie said.

“Yes, it was. One I'll never forget.” he said missing the intense look his mom gave him.

“Cute as his butt is I'd suggest you ladies wait a couple more days before kissing it.” Adam declared which caused everybody to laugh.

“There's more to it than just the physical healing isn't there?” Amanda asked. “I know you say he is often distracted and I've known him long enough to know this is true. I cannot remember seeing him this distracted. What else are we missing?”

“Here we go again.” I grumbled softly but not softly enough.

“He gets a little miffed when you talk about him in front of him.” he said giving my hand a squeeze. “On the bright side Tracy will have a reason to dangle her butt in front of you to help you get over it. Purely to raise your ah spirits of course. Anything else that rises up can be considered a bonus.”

“The usual stuff he goes through when he meets a wonderful new kid.” my housekeeper told her. “There is the doubt about being good enough. Wondering if he will be equal to the challenges. The softening of his heart. Thinking about keeping him safe. Of course, he will have two of them at the same time. Your boys are almost inseparable and they've only been hanging out for a couple of days.”

“We don't want them to be a burden. These are our responsibilities.” Sophie started saying.

“It's no good, Sophie, he won't listen.” Amanda told her. “I've tried to tell him to send Adam home earlier or to take a break by letting me have him for a day but it's no use. Either he will call at our place to check in on Adam or Adam will sneak up here for an hour or two. Can't say I blame him after tasting the food here. I'm looking forward to the next five days of dinner here.”

“Don't worry mom I'll convince him we can take care of ourselves soon.” he said. “When he has finally healed I'd like you ladies to do an inspection of him for me. I don't think there's too much to work on. I need an independent opinion or he will accuse me of being biased. All I want is some backup to squelch any talk about how decrepit he is and amazement at why I am spending time with such a poor specimen of the human race.”

“You mean a physical inspection?” Amanda said soundly way too gleeful for my liking.

“Lord knows I enjoy teasing him but he's really in pretty good shape.” my housekeeper said.

“You mean you've?” said a surprised Sophie.

“Naturally. I usually have to wake him up and get him out of bed. I can't think of a time he wore any sleepwear or even underwear.”

“You won't get me to admit he is in better shape than most of the guys I've dated or seen on campus including the athletes. No matter how true it is I'll never let him know.” Tracy said. “I think it best if you see and decide for yourselves on Friday or Saturday.”

“Well it's getting late and we should be getting home.” said Sophie. “Who's nurse tonight?”

“I think the boys have agreed to take turns.” my housekeeper said. “We bought them toiletries and there is a clean church outfit to wear tomorrow. After that they'll have time to pack a bag. Are you nurse tonight Adam?”

“No, I'm on duty tomorrow night.” Adam answered.

“The clothes and hygiene are covered but you'll need your books.” Sophie told her son.

“Would you mind going for a ride and fetching them Adam?” I asked.

“No problem I will go get my bike.” he said getting up quickly.

“Wait a minute. A cab ride is what I meant. The ladies have to get home. You can go with Sophie to get his books then ride back with Tracy and my housekeeper. Then they can be off to their apartments. Before anybody says anything you are taking care of me and being inconvenienced so the least I can do is pay for the cab and dinners. A private nurse would cost me a lot more.”

Sophie never mentioned anything about her son nursing a man who slept in the nude. I knew despite agreeing to wait three weeks she would be having a chat with her son tomorrow night. Already quite happy to admit his love there was little to be concerned about. Besides her son had already kissed me on the cheek in front of her. He also kept a tight grip on my hand for most of the evening. I wondered why I was still insisting he wait a while before telling her we were lovers. Then I realized it was because I thought he might stop seeing me.

“Don't let him get you into trouble?” Sophie said as they headed to the elevator.

“Mom, he can barely walk. There's no way he can get me into trouble.” he replied.

“I wasn't talking to you.” she said smiling at us.

“Oh. Too late.”

“I thought it might be.” she said sounding not in the least bit concerned as she watched him stand on his toes and kiss my cheek again.

“Speaking of trouble shall we pick up where we left off before they so rudely interrupted us? I believe I was just about to be the star in a porn video.”

A good thing the elevator doors had closed before he said that last bit. Everybody had insisted on cleaning up so the apartment was sparkling. I was glad because I cannot sleep with unwashed dishes or a mess in the house.

“Mom has a strong suspicion about us.” he said as we made our way towards the staircase. “Tomorrow night when we get home after dinner she will want to chat with me. A long, serious chat about the facts of life.”

“Hardly surprising with you kissing me and holding my hand.” I said. “Technically you didn't come right out and tell her but you might as well have done.”

“Don't worry she'll wait three weeks before asking you directly. I will tell her there are some things she'll have to ask us when we are together. Now it might not be as cute as Tracy's but let me see if I can raise your spirits by going ahead of you up the stairs.”

“Stand still.” I told him when he had gone a few steps ahead of me. His cute butt was at perfect eye-level. Reaching around him I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down. Then his shirt followed. “Much better. The sight of your cute butt naked will raise the spirit of a dead man and even the dead man himself.” I declared kissing each cheek as I scooped up his clothing. “Onwards and upwards. We've a show to put on.”

“I just realized that might not be the most comfortable position for you in your current condition. Would you prefer to be on your side?”

“Fiddlesticks. The mattress is deep and soft. The cream has a couple of oils that numb the pain. Between the cream and the mattress I'll be OK. Besides that position puts your ass right where I want it.”

“In your hands? I do believe the thought had crossed my mind. Seriously though you did end up on the spot in front of our moms. I'm sorry I was the cause of it.” he said hugging me as we stood alongside the bed.

“1201's mom is also as smart as she is cute. They had the chat two weeks after I took his virginity. My housekeeper did a great job providing support for our relationship and was there when he spoke to his mom. No doubt she will be there when you break the news. I'd suggest doing it with Amanda, 1201 and Tracy there as well. I think your mom will be OK with it even if you broke it to her on your own but it will be good for Amanda and Tracy to see your mom's acceptance of what we have. Reassure her you intend to date girls as well.”

“I do?”

“You cannot deny the world children with your genes. Your homework assignment is to study ancient Greek history with an emphasis on Sparta.”

“How many children do you have?” he asked between kisses.

“None.”

“You'll have to take care of that soon.”

“No, I won't.” I spluttered swatting his butt.

“Somebody in this room fondling a young boy declared in front of witnesses he wouldn't ask any of his boys to do anything he wouldn't do. I know you haven't asked me and I might freely choose to have children. Before you ask be aware I will be certain to remind you about this when you do ask.”

Somehow while I'd been caressing and fondling him my clothes seemed to have fallen off. Such deft hands he has, I thought happily. He gave me a gentle push on the chest after a several delightful minutes of mutual teasing. We were both more than ready to move things to the bed.

“I'm not blocking your view of empty space am I?” he asked sweetly while thrusting his hips forward to emphasize his arousal. “We don't want people thinking you're some sort of pervert ogling a naked young lad who somehow seems to be extremely aroused.”

“Get on with it.” I growled with mock severity. “I'll have all night to feast my eyes on you.”

Reaching out I took him by his hands and pulled him down on top of me. How good it felt to be prodded by his erection. We kissed some more. Quite a bit more with quite a few of those delightful new kisses thrown in for good measure.

“Ready or not let's begin.” he declared reaching down to slather a large amount of lube on my cock and balls. “The more the merrier.”

“Lube or cum?” I asked groaning in delight as he worked his hand over my shaft.

“Both. Now.” he answered shifting into position.

I watched in awe of the beautiful sight he presented with his back towards me. Holding my cock steady he positioned his tight hole above me. He was all concentration as he slowly lowered his ass. Questing for the kiss that marked he was on the right track. Over a little I guided him with gentle pressure on his right hip.

“Yes!” we both exclaimed as the head of my cock forced its way into him. He didn't hesitate a moment before sliding down the entire length of my cock.

“You OK?” he asked worriedly unsure if I was making groans of passion or pain.

“I haven't been OK since you returned for your lesson. I've been on cloud nine. You are so beautiful.”

“That reminds me. I haven't forgotten there is a particular nine we need to deal with. You don't mind if I use your wonderful cock to get off do you? Any objections to me using you to satisfy my lust? Would you like me to get off?”

“Only if you get off my cock after we've enjoyed an orgasm or two. Mush, young sir. Mush!”

There is an exquisite torture in allowing somebody else to set the pace. Yes, he made for a beautiful sight riding my cock. Yes, he took a few moments to establish his rhythm. Above all he drove me crazy with his steady, methodical pace. I'd just settled into the mattress to allow myself to enjoy the experience when I heard the front door open. A momentary panic seized me as the thought of Amanda insisting on checking in on us until Adam shouted up to us he was leaving the backpack on the coffee table and to have a good night. Neither of us replied. The door closed. I relaxed beneath him.

My hands spent most of the time on his ass. There were other areas I enjoyed exploring almost as much. Reaching around him I held his cock in my hand and gently rubbed my thumb over its head. Squeezing it between thumb and forefinger caused him to catch his breath. His smooth rhythm faltered for a second as he adjusted to the extra pleasure.

“Wicked scoundrel.” he said lovingly. “I love you.”

“Naturally.” I said with feigned indifference. “All seven inches of me.”

“Payback will be a bitch.” he promised increasing his pace as his balls begin to rise.

“And I'll gladly be your bitch to.” I promised doing what I could to thrust upwards into him as much as possible. “I hope you're ready soon. I can't hold out much longer.”

“I can feel the truth of that,” he said as I began coating his insides with my cum. “What a truth it is!”

The boy was still riding me as I spurted cum into him. Gods he was draining me of every drop and more. Mere hours after we'd made love. The compliment implicit in this awareness was completely genuine. Heedless of the pain it caused me I squirmed beneath him. Better cum soon, I thought, feeling my cock softening inside of him. He came soon enough impaled on my cock. Sitting still he unloaded while I watched his body shake. My hands lightly running up and down his flanks. Gently caressing his ribs as I helped keep him upright through his orgasm.

“What a mess.” he said turning around to face me while still straddling my hips. I wasn't the only one reaching new levels of cum production tonight. My lover was splattered with cum from the base of his cock all the way up to his neck. “Since this is your doing, scoundrel, I think it only fair you give me a hand with the cleanup.”

“Giving you a hand helped bring about this mess, young sir. Allow me to lend you a tongue.”

He lay still through most of the cleanup. His nipples proving in need of quite a bit of attention. This he endured bravely for at least three minutes before urging me on with my cleanup. The promise of a shower if I ever got done applying my tongue was just the incentive I needed. There's always time for more kisses though.

“You shouldn't.” he protested as I scooped him into my arms.

“Yes, I should so hush and put those lips to better use than futile protestation.”

Being a good lad he did just that as I carried him to and into the shower.

“You're going to have to put me down at some point if we're ever going to wash.” he reminded me gently between kisses on my neck.

“Oh, I suppose so. Quite sad really.”

“Hopefully washing me from top to bottom will ease the sadness.”

The smile on his face as we walked to back to the bed made me believe it had worked for both of us. He insisted I set the alarm a couple of hours earlier than needed. We have things to take care of before my housekeeper and her protege arrived he told me. Things we definitely didn't want them interrupting. Despite my sore ass I was too happy to question him further. He snuggled up against me. I placed my hand on his ass. We drifted off to sleep quite contentedly.

“Are you hogging the sheet?” he mumbled blearily six hours later.

“The sheet that proved an impediment to admiring your beauty has been cast aside.” I declared.

“Don't you ever sleep?” he grumbled turning his back to me which gave me a close up of his butt.

“Six hours cruel sleep did hold me in it's thrall. Six hours where I was denied the opportunity to ogle you. Rest a little more before the strident sounds of the alarm will bring further disruption to my ogling and your rest.”

“So you admit to ogling me?”

“When we are both naked in bed with my cock upright in rampant approval of your beauty ogle is the only fitting word.”

“Ogle to your hearts content if that's what it takes to keep you aroused. Do whatever it takes to remain aroused as long as it doesn't disturb my sleep. I want to be greeted by your gorgeous hard-on when I awake.”

“Which is it, young sir? Either I do whatever it takes or I let you rest. Doing both is beyond comprehension.” I asked him but he had drifted off to sleep.

Forty minutes later I turned off the alarm just before it was due to sound and woke him gently by shaking his shoulder. Then I nibbled on his ear. The hard-on he had requested was pressed into the cleft of his ass.

“Good you managed to keep it ready for me.” he said as he slowly woke up. “I didn't hear the alarm go off.”

“I thought being woken by such shrieking could wait until you are married. Soft touches, kisses and my hard-on between your cheeks seemed more pleasurable for both of us. Rest assured it is merely minutes after 5 am. We could reschedule your plans if you feel the need for more sleep.”

“No, we cannot reschedule. I've done quite enough to delay this from happening already. Any pointers you wish to share had best be done quickly.” he advised me rolling on top of me and returning my kisses.

“Pointers? What for?” I asked.

“Don't play coy with me you scoundrel. The first thing we are taking care of today is that lovely thing now prodding me in the stomach. You've filled me from the bottom and in a few minutes from now I expect you to be filling me from the top.”

“You mean you want to...”

“Suck your cock. Swallow your load. Eat your cum. Feel your seed sliding down my throat on its way to being digested. Do I need to spell it out any clearer? Good. Pointers? Apart from keeping my teeth away from your sensitive flesh.”

“You can't do it wrong. We can teach you some tricks later. Right now just relax knowing I am just as eager to pump my cum into your gut from above. We could save time with mutual sucking.”

“No, that would muffle the sounds of your enjoyment. I want to hear them clearly. I need to hear them clearly. They will make the recording even hotter. Don't worry we have enough time for me to feed you if we don't waste too much time on foreplay.”

“Foreplay be damned. Get your lips round my meat this instant, young sir. This monster hungers for boy cum!”

“You say the sweetest things.” he told me sliding downwards.

“Careful you don't get me off just sliding over me like that.” I gasped.

My clever lover had been taking sips of water between kisses so he had plenty of saliva ready when his lips reached my cock. He surprised me by moving down to begin his assault on my nuts. First the right and then the left one was treated to a gentle tongue lashing. Then he slowly, so very slowly, kissed his way up the center of my cock to the head. The teasing continued with him licking the head all over.

“And a certain young sir with his lips pressed against cock complained about me taking my time while fucking him. No! Don't stop. Yes I said whatever you did short of biting would be fine. Yes, I'll do anything. How many free requests? You win. Yes you have them. Now for the love of god please suck me.”

“The gods be damned. I'm going to suck you for the love of cum.”

Memories of his tight ass sliding up and down my cock last night combined with the pleasures of his tongue moving all over my cock now had my cries of pleasure filling the bedroom. My lover had done his homework well enough to look quite at home working me over. No don't stop. You wouldn't, I thought, watching as he looked up at me and slowly sucked on two fingers. A trail of saliva still hung from his chin to my cock as he slowly coated his fingers.

Grinning from ear-to-ear he kept his gaze locked on mine while inserting both fingers into me. Probing. Feeling. Is it here? No. Here? No. Here? Yes! Now back to stuffing my mouth with cock. What he couldn't take in his mouth he kept wrapped in his hand. The pleasure of being sucked, squeezed and finger fucked simultaneously quickly became too much. I knew this was his first time. I knew how badly he wanted it. He wanted my load to be the first cum he swallowed. There is no headier feeling than being their first. Immortalized forever. Whenever they are about to perform the act they will think of me.

He got two loads in his ass yesterday and is on the verge of getting another forced down his throat. So my cries of pleasure are music to your ears this morning are they? Then let the sound of you gagging and swallowing bring pleasure to my ears I decided and deliberately relaxed every tense muscle. Allowing my orgasm to flow unhindered through me. Semen rushing up to leap from my cock into his throat. Yes! Fuck yes! I took pride in seeing some of my cum leak from the corner of his mouth. The sounds of him swallowing and the sight of his throat working to draw my cum into his gut stopped me from going completely limp. He kept licking until I couldn't take any more attention from his lips and tongue.

“Thank you” kiss “Your turn” kiss “Scoot up here” kiss “and fuck my face.”

“First I have to suck your cock. Then I have to fuck your face. Why must I do all the work? I guess I'm not doing all the work, You are doing a great job of finger fucking me. The sucking isn't too bad either. Hmm, the licking is particularly pleasant. Don't stop to bask in the praise. Unleash the monster for me to feed. Gods! There he is.”

Only few minutes into his blowjob the pleasure was becoming too much. He begged to be spanked. I obliged. Harder, please. I obliged again. The sound of my hand striking his cheeks added a percussive accompaniment to his cries. My hunger to taste another load of his cum overcame the disappointment of him not lasting longer. Just like him I couldn't prevent some cum from leaking out the corner of my mouth. Whenever I thought he was done his hips would thrust forward and he'd feed me another stream of cum.

“That's it.” he said looking down at me where I lay with my mouth still wrapped around his cock. “For now at least. Do you plan on keeping my cock in your mouth and hand on my ass forever? Let's go shower before the ladies arrive. Good pet. Nice monster.

Sorry I came so quickly. I always cum quickly when it is my first orgasm of the day. Can you teach me to delay it longer?”

“Why would I want to? I would only have to wait longer before getting your seed inside of me.”

“Knowing how to last longer doesn't mean I'd have to last longer. Does it? See I could still choose to cum quickly. For a price.” he laughed as I began my tickle attack on his ass. Well it was the closest body part to my fingers. The next closest just happened to be his cock. Sometimes the gods do bless us appropriately.

After our shower he indulgently let me spend some time fondling his ass. Then he insisted I put on a robe. No sense in putting on more clothing when 1201 will be here soon to apply cream. I watched him dress thinking how easily he transformed this task into something very arousing. Maybe the arousing aspect was caused by thoughts of removing the clothing he'd just put on.

“What's going on?” asked Tracy suspiciously when the two of them arrived to find us out of bed with a cup of coffee in hand.

“School day. I wouldn't let him be late for school.”

“No you wouldn't.” agreed my housekeeper pouring some coffee for herself and Tracy. “What's for breakfast? Waffles and omelets sound great. Spinach and feta is fine with me. Anybody want anything different? No. Good then let's get started. I'll go strip the bed.”

“Already done and in the washer. I didn't start the washer in case you had more laundry to add.” he told her.

A few minutes later 1201 and his mom joined us. No I don't have time right now to step away so you can apply cream I told Adam. There are omelets to make. Your mom's spending too much time with my housekeeper. She must have learned that ear grab from her. Nowadays people have no respect for their elders. Why are you whippersnappers winking at each other? OK, I'm coming as quick as I can. Nobody touches a thing in the kitchen except to fill their coffee cup or else I'll eat breakfast naked.

What a delightful conspiracy they had come up with I concluded as Adam applied cream to my ass. The moment we entered the bathroom Adam had dropped his baggy shorts and boxers to reveal a very hard cock. His balls were resting quite high in their sacks I noticed. Young Adam was pretty close to cumming I concluded. No need to ask twice if I'd like to finish the job he'd started just before they came up to my apartment. Two minutes was all it took for him to unload. Muffling his cries with my robe he fed me his cum. I took a minute longer in front of the mirror to be certain no tell-tale traces of cum were evident on my face.

There were way too many remarks regarding the whipped cream for the waffles if you asked me. The two not-quite-so-innocent whippersnappers nearly fell off their chairs when one of them asked where I put all that cream? Perhaps whipping it works up more of an appetite I suggested. Speaking of whipping. Even this failed to deter them from their wise cracks.

“Yes, I agree with you he stays here. I will walk the two of you to the bus stop.” my housekeeper commanded. “Of course you can join us Amanda. Tracy you do whatever it takes to keep him here. Sit on him if you have to.”

“He should be so lucky.” Tracy told me accepting a hug and a kiss from the boys. “That might be interesting. Where are they kept? Spare room. First cupboard to the left. Second shelf. Got it!”

They slipped out while I was distracted trying to remember what item Adam had suggested. This time Adam earned a surprised look from his mom when I got a hug and a kiss from both boys. Seems Amanda was willing to give me the three weeks I felt I needed before sharing the depth of my feelings for the boys openly.

“Well since you insisted on buying the two of us clothes for church let's start with shopping while the washer is running.” my housekeeper told me. “We need to stop and collect Adam's bicycle on the way down.”

“We do?” I asked perking up considerably. I hadn't been able to remember what was on the second shelf of the first cupboard to the left.

“The boys are taking the bus today because they only have one bicycle between them.”

“No need to fetch Adam's bike. We'll just get two matching new ones. The bicycle co-op is on the way.”

“He's always like this isn't he?” Tracy asked my housekeeper.

“Yes, that's why I enlisted the help of Amanda and Sophie last night when we left. Here's the deal oh exalted employer of mine.” she began as we rode down to 1201. Amanda greeted us at the elevator with the bike. “Let's step out and have a chat. Amanda and Sophie take their responsibilities of provider very seriously. They are willing to compromise to a point.

Amanda has agreed you can pay to have Adam's bike refitted and repainted. Under no circumstances are you to buy him a new bike. Sophie agreed only to a used bike as well. We asked the boys what color combination they'd like. I took their measurements. You may pay for a used bike and the retrofit of Adam's bike and two custom paint jobs. We do have a budget. I've made arrangements so we'll only be shown bikes within that price range. No, you don't need to know what it is.

The boys have trusted you to decide what design to put on their bikes. I'll push the bike while Tracy keeps you from bumping into things. Are you going to argue? Finally showing some sense. Three against one seemed like pretty fair odds to me. Let's go.”

I knew exactly what design to put on each of the bikes. They would both be Chinese inspired designs. A dragon for Adam and he would have the temple lion guardian. Once the decision had been made while we were in the elevator I could have let them know I was able to avoid things on my own but I like holding hands with people so I kept quiet.

When we got to the bicycle co-op I learned my housekeeper had been busy last night. The manager on duty lived in her apartment complex. She'd chatted to him and shown him a picture of Adam's bike. He knew all about the budget and color schemes. He'd selected a bicycle just like Adam's except by another company. The artist listened to what I wanted and headed off with both bikes to get things started.

“Are you certain that's all?” I heard my housekeeper ask the manager when she was paying.

“He, I mean you have been a generous donor and bought all our tools when we were raising funds to open the store.” he told her. “We've been waiting for a chance to say thank you. This is our gift to him er you. He has kept his end of the bargain with the moms despite itching to purchase two new bikes. Surely they won't begrudge us the opportunity to say thank you in return?

Unfortunately we won't be able to have the bikes ready until tomorrow afternoon. Would you like a couple of loaner bikes for the boys to use to get to school tomorrow?”

“They won't mind taking the bus to school one more day. Tomorrow is better because he will be tied up”

“Literally and figuratively” Tracy interjected with a broad grin.

“this afternoon. He has a meeting with an old friend. Tomorrow he will be able to come here with the boys to get the bikes. Can we make it close to six? Their moms would love it if they could be here when the boys get the bikes. They get done with work around 5.”

“We close at six but the staff usually have a few beers after work and you've already paid so it will be no trouble to hand over the bikes. Well, if you insist we will gladly get a few extra beers and a bottle or two of wine as a thank you for the staff.”

“She does insist.” I said from across the room where I was imagining the boys on the shining new bike beneath my hand. “She also insist you get the good stuff. I agree there is no need to spend that much. We want you to spend that much though. You do want to keep her a happy customer don't you? Good, if we can't spoil the boys she'll spoil you. Now it is time for me to spoil them.”

I didn't think we spent that much on the boys clothes but the sales lady treated us like royalty. She even brought me a glass of wine from the staff fridge.

“What do you think?” Tracy asked us modeling her new church outfit for us.

“You look hot enough to make me think of going straight.” I declared causing her and the shop assistant to blush.

“That sums it up pretty well.” my housekeeper said. “I have nothing to add.”

“You really think so? I'm not certain if the jacket covers enough. The bodice might be a little low for church.”

“Tracy, you're going to the weekly church service not a funeral.” I told her. “Trust me the gods won't take offense if you show up looking that gorgeous. You could be responsible for the second cumming. If not in the gods then in me.”

“You're incorrigible.” a beaming Tracy said hugging me.

“Careful where you place that thigh or the second cumming may be six days premature.”

“Or mere hours after today's first” my housekeeper added knowingly.

“You're as bad as him.” Tracy told her. “Must be the company you keep.”

“Must be. Now gather up those new clothes for the lady. I'm feeling the need for lunch. Let's give him a break from cooking and take him out to lunch as a thank you for buying us these nice clothes.”

“Well, if it's a thank you from us you can't use his card. I don't care if it's the thought that counts you will let me buy you lunch or bruised butt or no bruised butt I'll take you over my knee right here right now. Dealing with you is like dealing with my little brother. Hush. I know exactly where we are having lunch. I even know what you're having.”

Tracy was ordering me a burger large enough to require all the meat you could get from a single cow plus half the annual cheese production of Wisconsin. No salad. You will have fries and onion rings she told me. A pitcher of brown ale for him and one for the girls to split. Cheesecake all round for dessert. I'll never get through all that food I protested. Have you forgotten about your appointment with J? No, I have been trying to all morning without success. Then this will help boost your strength. A few extra pounds never mind ounces won't ruin your girlish figure. We are not leaving the table until you have finished everything.

“Dildos” I said abruptly startling our waitress so much she almost dropped my burger in my lap.

“Excuse me?” she asked blushing.

“First cupboard on the left. Second shelf. I should have guessed earlier. That's where we keep the strap-on stuff.”

“Do you know where every one of the hundred or more toys you have is kept?” Tracy asked me.

“I get confused when it comes to the restraints.” I admitted. “For some reason I cannot remember what door the shorter straps hang on. The right or the left? Do you know?”

“I haven't had time to look yet. I've only been your trainee housekeeper for four days. Is cleaning them part of my duties? The equivalent of a housekeeper polishing silver in a normal home.”

“No, I'll keep them clean. My cleaning meditation she calls it.” I said pointing one of my fries at my housekeeper. “Besides some people are squeamish when it comes to bodily fluids.” Our waitress had quietly slipped away before I had time to compliment the chef on the french fries. I must remember when she comes back with dessert I told myself.

“Tracy that meal was as magnificent as you in your church clothes.” I declared kissing her soundly on the cheek. “I'm pretty certain the boys will agree you look ravishing in those clothes.”

“I am looking forward to their reaction.” my housekeeper chipped in. “A beautiful lady like yourself in such an outfit will have them squirming all through church trying to hide their erections. Hope I can make it through the sermon without laughing.”

“Never mind the second coming you could have two of them right there in one sermon.” I told her enjoying getting a little revenge for all the food she'd insisted I eat. “I think you're going to be disappointed if you're hoping to tease those two about sporting boners.”

“What will their moms think?” Tracy asked starting to worry.

“They'll be having as much fun as me. Don't worry.” my housekeeper told her. “I'm glad we're back. My arms were starting to get tired. Let's get these clothes sorted out.”

The girls headed off to the spare room to take care of the clothes while I sat down to brood about my upcoming meeting with J. Yes, it was time we cleared the air. Yes, I had no doubt a lot of it was my stuff. No, I would never thank her for arranging this meeting no matter how good it was for me. The mountain of food had absorbed enough of the alcohol to allow me the pleasure of brooding with a glass of wine in hand.