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Subject: Mr. Burke ch 15 Please donate to fty. It is the only way to keep the site that we all enjoy so much! If you are not of legal rights and/or age to read any type of adult literature or if you find the material offensive, please do not read any further. The author and site cannot be held liable as you agree to accept all responsibility for reading said material. If you wish to contact the author of this series, please do so at ail, I will respond to all e-mails. This story is fiction. All names, descriptions and actions of the characters are not real. ———– End of Chapter 14 I let myself drift off to sleep. I was naked on my back on my couch. There were streaks of cum all over my stomach leading to puddles on my upper chest and into crevices at my neck. I was lying flat, so the mixture of our loads had settled in its spots and began to dry. I woke to a hand nudging my shoulder and my mom’s voice, “Mikey, wake up.” —————— I was startled and then instantly I was packed. I remembered why I was asleep there. But then I looked down to realize I was fully dressed. I could feel the dried cum on my chest, so I know it wasn’t a dream. Mr. Burke must have dressed me before he left. “It’s time for bed, young man. That was sweet of you to try to wait up for me. It’s late. I hope you weren’t worried. I went out for a drink with some of the moms.” My mom explained as she guided me to the stairs. “I was a little worried but figured you went out. I thought I would lie on the couch just so I could see you when you got home.” I said, very unsure why I put so much detail into my lie. “Aww thanks, sweetie. Good ght, Mikey, I love you,” she said and she kissed me on the cheek and softly rubbed my back as I headed up the stairs. “Good ght, I love you mom.” I instinctively responded. I was in bed and back to sleep before she even headed up the stairs herself. The next morng was hectic. I first felt the stickiness of the dried cum which reminded me of how the ght ended. I then reached for my phone because I remembered I never checked Tommy’s texts. I was excited to see what he itially sent but wondered if he had an orgasm. I was a little nervous though because he might have been pissed at me for not responding. So, the final texts might be mean. Suddenly, I sprang up from the bed. My phone wasn’t in the usual place charging next to my bed. I went runng downstairs to the couch. It wasn’t there. I looked under and around. I tried to think. It was in my pocket when Mr. Burke took off my shorts. And then he put my shorts back on. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed to myself, “did Mr. Burke take it and see the texts from Tommy?!?!” All I could do was hope not. I went runng into the kitchen and asked my mom if she saw it when I got up from the couch. I wasn’t actually nervous if she found it as she wouldn’t even know how to get into it. Plus, she is good about privacy with the phone. She investigates everything else and locks down most things, but she lets me have some privacy with the phone. It was still risky, but I hope she had it rather than Mr. Burke. I knew her answer either way would include a lecture on being more responsible with it, but I needed to know. “No, I didn’t see it, Mikey. But I keep telling you, Mikey, you have to be more careful with that phone I’m not buying you another one. If you think that, well” I cut her off. There was no time for this. “Can I see your phone, so I can call it and check the location?” My mom made a confused face as she replied, “you can do that from my phone?” I was thankful that she still didn’t know how to track my location, but it was all set up on her phone and would come in handy now. “Yes mom,” I said sounding exasperated, “I’ve shown you a bunch of times.” She answered back as she headed upstairs with her coffee in hand: “Oh. Whatever. It’s right there on the charger where it always is every morng.” I knew where it was. I already had it in my hand and was calling my number. It went right to voice mail. Well, at least it had turned off. Of course, that didn’t mean Mr. Burke didn’t have it and it didn’t mean that Mr. Burke didn’t see the texts the ght before, because it defitely had enough of a charge then. I unfortunately remembered that I shut off the “where’s my phone” app a few weeks before when I was going somewhere that I didn’t want my mom to know and I forgot to reinstall. I decided to call Tommy. If Mr. Burke saw the texts, he might have confronted Tommy right away. I couldn’t remember Tommy’s phone number but luckily my mom had him saved as a contact. I thought that was strange, but it was the least of my worries at that point. I called Tommy but he didn’t answer. I called again and he still didn’t answer. So, I texted him: “It’s Mikey, I’m on my mom’s phone. Answer when I call.” He replied immediately with a kk so he must have been wondering who was calling. I called again and he answered: “Why are you on your mom’s phone and what’s up?” Just hearing his normal voice and the genuine confusion in his questions, calmed me down immediately. I knew Mr. Burke hadn’t talked to him, so hopefully, me Burke didn’t have my phone. I hadn’t thought about what I was actually going to say, so I started rambling a bit: “I lost my phone, and I wanted to say I was sorry for not responding to your message last ght. I uh” Tommy interrupted and I think because I reminded him that I stopped texting, he now was a little mad. “You lost your phone right after you sent those texts last ght? Yeah right, Mikey. What did you do with the pics I sent?” I started to pac. Tommy was mad at me. I was mad at that I didn’t get to see the pics and sexts, and I couldn’t really explain why I didn’t reply. “Umm Tommy, I’m umm sorry,” I started to try to explain while stalling so I could come up with an answer. Thankfully, I didn’t blurt out that his dad came over. It did give me an idea though that someone interrupted me. “My aunt came over and we hung out for a long time and then my mom came home and made me go right to bed and I can’t remember where I put my phone.” Now, Tommy was packed as he was afraid my mom or aunt might see the pics. “Mikey, what if they found it? Oh fuck Mikey! anadolu yakası escort Why did you tell me to send those pics? You suck. You better find your phone.” I was stunned. Tommy was really pissed, and he didn’t even know the truth. If he knew his dad might haveit, he would kill me. I had to get it back. “Don’t worry Tommy. I’ll find it.” I said hoping it was true. “See ya at schhh” Tommy interrupted with a very fast bye before hanging up. I did a dumb thing after he hung up on me. I was mad that he was mad at me, and I was blaming his dad. I still had my mom’s phone. I did a quick scroll through the contacts. It wasn’t under B but under C, Coach Burke was still there. I hit the call button hoping he would answer. After 4 rings, he answered with a friendly greeting for my mom. I suddenly realized I hadn’t thought about what to say. “Umm, it’s me Mikey, Mr. Burke.” I said nervously. When I hit the call button, I was mad and really wanted to yell at him for taking my phone, but now I could hardly get any words out. “Oh, I see ma’am, let me just walk into my office and check my information.” Mr. Burke said. “What? It’s me Mikey.” I said confused. “Yes, just one second.” Mr. Burke said. I didn’t know what was going on, so I just kept quiet. Looking back, I think Mr. Burke really was walking into his office at home so that no one knew he was talking to me. After a few more seconds, Mr. Burke was ready to talk, and he let me have it. “What the fuck are you doing? You can’t call me! Ever! Do you understand me, kid! Never ever fucking call me.” Mr. Burke screamed, but yet in a whisper. I could feel my lip quivering. My voice cracked as I replied: “I just needed to know if you took my phone last ght.” I could feel the anger through the phone as Mr. Burke replied: “No, I didn’t take your fucking phone last ght. I do know it was in your shorts because I could hear it vibraing the whole time, I was slipping them back on you.” After a brief pause, he continued: “But you know what kid. We’re done. You blew it. I thought you were my boy, but I guess not. Too bad for you kid and don’t ever try to contact me or I’ll make sure you never talk to Tommy ever again.” And then he ended the call. I couldn’t hold back the tears. I stood there for a second staring at my mom’s phone. My mom’s footsteps above me finally snapped me out of it. I couldn’t let her see me like this. I tossed her phone on the counter and dashed upstairs and into the bathroom. I usually brought the clothes I was going to wear in with me, but I couldn’t risk my mom seeing me with tears and everything. I wouldn’t be able to explain or come up with a lie that would pass her scrutiny. I got in the shower and let the warm, soothing water flow over me while I let myself sob some more. I had sex with both Burke’s the day before, but both wanted nothing more to do with me. I needed to fix the situation. I decided to focus on Tommy. I couldn’t lose him as a friend. I got out of the house without my mom noticing that anything was bothering me. I got the expected cold shoulder treatment from Tommy when I saw him at school, but I figured by lunch time, he would be better. It hurt when he continued the silent treatment thru lunch. He did manage to say one thing in private to me: “Find that fucking phone.” The afternoon went by slowly, but finally the day ended. I ran home, determined to find my phone. I looked everywhere with no luck. I was crushed. Tommy wasn’t gonna forgive me for this. I didn’t know what to do. Then the doorbell rang. I got excited. Maybe it was Tommy. Maybe he was coming over to apologize or maybe to help me find my phone. Maybe it was Mr. Burke. Maybe he was coming to apologize or find my phone. I ran to the door and pulled it open. “Hey Mikey, how’s it going?” Said Antwan. It was Antwan!! With all that happened, I forgot it was the day he was coming for dinner. I didn’t say anything, but Antwan could see that something was wrong. He stepped into the house and hugged me. “What’s wrong Mikey? Are you ok?” He asked as he put his long muscular arms around me. I felt his warm body against me. I melted in his arms and began to cry. Antwan got scared now. “What is it? Is your mom okay?” I felt so stupid now. I wanted to cry in his arms all day, but I did need to stop him from worrying. I manage to get enough words out that he knew everything was fine and that I just had a stupid fight with my friend. Antwan had walked me over to the couch and we were now sitting there. My heart rested on his shoulder as I continued to cry although I was settling down. His arm was around my shoulders, and he was suddenly rubbing my shoulder. My hand was on his chest, and I was mimicking his motion, I felt myself getting hard. I looked down and was fairly sure I could see the outline of Antwan’s cock which seemed to be growing. I looked up at Antwan. He took his hand and softly brushed a tear off my cheek. He smiled at me. I don’t know if I thought about it at all but suddenly, I kissed him. I must have surprised him, but he was accepting of it and almost seemed ready for it. We were quickly in a hard make out session. His lips were so soft against mine. My dick jumped when his tongue hit mine. I couldn’t suppress the moan that it also generated. I became the aggressor, runng my hands all over his body. “Oh my God,” I thought, “his body is all muscle. He is so solid. It’s amazing.” Antwan seemed receptive to all my actions, but he was moving slower and was physically softer and gentle with me. I really wanted him to rip my clothes off and fuck me hard. Harder than Mr. Burke ever did. I wanted to feel his muscular body on top of mine as he invaded me with his what I hoped was a huge dick. But I guess he was going to make me do the work to get us into that position. I tugged at his shirt until he finally pulled away from kissing me and sat back on the couch. I leaped onto his lap and pulled the shirt up. He lifted his arms so I could remove it. I groaned in almost disbelief as I saw his chest. I guess I didn’t realize how much I loved the male body. Antwan’s was the most perfect I had ever ankara anal escort seen. I ran my hands over his dark skin. It was so soft, but underneath was so solid. His muscles were tight, and my hands didn’t even dent them in the slightest. I leaned in and kissed his chest. I could feel my cock leaking. I wanted to feel him inside me with his strong body on top of me controlling my every movement. I slid off the couch and onto my knees in front of Antwan. I was going to suck my former babysitter’s cock and then beg him to fuck me. I assumed he wouldn’t think I had been fucked before so he might be apprehensive to force himself on me. So, I was ready to let him know I wanted it, so yes, I was ready to beg for it. I clawed at his waistband until he realized I was trying to pull them down. I think I was surprising him with my aggressiveness, but he was not hesitating in assisting me. I stopped pulling them down when they hit his knees. Not because I didn’t want them all the way off but because I became mesmerized with his beautiful cock as it slapped against his stomach. It wasn’t as thick as Mr. Burke, but it seemed much longer. Maybe the darker color made it more appealing too. I attacked it. I grabbed it quickly and my mouth followed immediately. I tried to take it slow but failed. Mr. Burke caused me to gag when he would push my head down to take more, but I was freely gagging on Antwan’s cock on my own. His hands were to his sides. Every time it passed my lips, I couldn’t control myself and I let it jam against the back of my mouth. After several times of gagging, I felt my throat open up and Antwan’s cock head entered my throat. It was a different feeling. I swallowed and I felt his cock go deeper and my nose grazed his tight little bush. I was taking all of this football stud’s long cock. I took a deep breath in and suddenly packed. I couldn’t breathe! I pulled off of Antwan’s cock realizing it was blocking the airway. As I took in several breaths, I realized I loved the feeling. The feeling of his cock so deep and then the momentary feeling of being unable to breath. I wanted it again. This time I took his cock slower, learng from earlier attempts. My throat opened much easier and I gulped once again to take it deeper. I felt his bush. It was even deeper. I took a deep breath but this time the feeling was euphoric. I was literally choking on my former babysitter’s cock. The pac set in but I also felt the thrill of it. My body filled with energy for the few seconds I was able to allow myself to be suffocated. I wished Antwan would hold my head down and make me struggle but I pulled off unencumbered. I gasped for air, certainly more dramatic than needed. I wanted to go back down and do it again, but Antwan had other ideas. He took my head in his hands as I had wished, but it was to force me lower. At the same time, he shifted his hips, exposing his balls more. I understood. Antenna balls were tight as I opened my mouth to take them in. His ball sack looked smooth, but there were a few small hairs that poked at my lips and tongue. They were a little wet with my drool that had run down from his cock. They had a ce salty taste which made me want more. I had just gotten both balls into my mouth when I felt Antwan’s hands on my head. His hips shifted over again, and he pushed me down further. He wanted me to play with his butt. I had easily played with Tommy down there, but I found myself a little nervous as I let my tongue guide the way down to where Antwan wanted attention. With the way Antwan was positiong himself and urging me, I assumed he had other guys pleasure him this way. I felt very unsure of myself that I didn’t really know what I was doing. But my desire to please Antwan outweighed my lack of confidence. Soon, my tongue was swirling around the pink hole much to the delight of Antwan. His moans spurred me on to bury my face in deeper, kissing and sucking his now twitching butt hole while I tried to penetrate with my tongue. I felt my precum drip onto my thigh and my own butt twitch a little. I was so ready to strip and pounce on to Antwan’s cock. I started to pull down my shorts while continuing to attack my old babysitter’s hole. Antwan’s moans turned to words that surprised me: “Fuck me Mikey!” I froze. “Did I hear that right?” I asked myself. I was so ready for this stud to fuck me. I was going to let him fuck me hard, too. But he wanted me to fuck him. I was defitely going to do whatever Antwan wanted. So, I snapped back quickly. I stood up and flipped my shirt over my head. My eyes caught Antwan’s eyes momentarily and we shared a huge smile. I stepped out of my shirts. I now stood there in my shoes and socks and my dripping cock. I wished I had Mr. Burke’s lube. I squeezed my cock and then used the pre com that gushed out to get my entire cock head wet. I looked down and saw a small puddle which had formed in one of Antwan’s seams on his washboard stomach right above his cock. I scooped up what I could and slicked up my shaft the best I could. I wasn’t completely confident that I slicked up my cock enough, but I now needed to be inside Antwan. I think he needed it as bad as I did. I pressed the cock head to his hole just like Mr. Burke did to me. This felt so different than with Tommy. Antwan was only 18 but he felt like a man to me. I had never thought about fucking a man. I couldn’t believe how amazing I felt. Once my cock head entered Antwan, his hole was like a vacuum sucking the rest of it in. I was balls deep inside him and I barely heard a wince from him and there was no resistance at all, but his butt squeezed my cock tightly. Antwan was looking up at me. He had an intense look on his face. Then he nodded slowly. I assumed he was telling me that it was ok to be inside him. I started moving in and out of him. It wasn’t as slippery as when I fucked Tommy. I wished I had lotion, but there was no way I was going to stop to go get it. I didn’t really know if I was doing it right, but Antwan seemed to be enjoying it: “Fuck me Mikey. Give me that cock deep. Oh, fuck yes Mikey your cock feels so good. Harder Mikey fuck me harder.” I obliged best I could. ankara anal yapan escort I felt like I was thrusting as hard as I could, yet Antwan was still wanting me to go harder. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke. Watching him stroke that long cock had my balls churng. I felt Antwan’s feet slide up the back of my legs and then his heels dug into my butt cheeks holding me in place. He stroked fast and moaned. His ass muscles were massaging my cock and he adjusted his hips just slightly which was causing my cock head to be tickled perfectly. He was going to make me cum without moving. I honestly don’t know if he knew what he was doing to me as it seemed he was focused on himself. I could see his muscles flare all over his perfect body and beads of sweat formed on his chest. I wanted to lick it off so badly. Instead, I kept perfectly still and watched this beautiful young man reach his climax. With any luck, I would join him at the same time. The attention my cock was getting was becoming so intense, but it was a slow journey. I had an incredible need to thrust and end this. I knew all I needed was one or two thrusts and I would be done. I decided to go for it. I pulled out of Antwan. I was met by the resistance of Antwan’s heels but not as much as I had expected until I was almost completely out. At that point, it was as if I hit a brick wall. Antwan was so strong he easily stopped me from pulling further out. Instead, he slammed me back in. We both let out a similar grown as the movement created tremendous pleasure for both of us. Antwan’s heels’ pressure lightened inviting me to pull out once again. He abruptly stopped me just before my cock head could slip from his tight hole. He hesitated a moment before slamming me back in, so I looked down at him. I think he was waiting for me to do so, because he just smiled and drove me back in again. He held me there while we both let the jolt of pleasure overtake us again. When I felt the pressure from his heels lighten, I quickly went out and then Antwan took over once again. We built a rhythm and before long our moans and groans got louder, and louder throughout the process. He had completely removed the hesitations and it was a steady motion now with Antwan controlling the speed which he kept increasing. It was too much for me. I didn’t announce my climax because I reached it before I expected. It overtook me like no other. I usually could feel when I was close, holding strong at the edge and then boom! An explosion followed by another powerful one or two more then additional with dimishing force until I couldn’t take it anymore. This event was different. It was more like a hose being turned on. A flood of intense pleasure raced thru me when the spicket at my balls was turned on and cum just started flowing. The explosions weren’t as strong as independent gunshots but rather a steady stream from an automatic weapon. I was lost in my ecstasy for a bit but returned to see an amazing site as Antwan reached his destination. His ass clenched down hard while his heels dug in deeper to keep me in place. His cum came out in thick, milky white strings and flew onto his chest. The volume was insane, and he seemed to go on forever. The white puddles and streaks looked so inviting on his soft dark skin, but I kept completely still. I wasn’t going to risk interrupting Antwan before he was fished. His ass muscles were firing hard pushing my cock out, but his strong legs held it in tight. It felt amazing. Even though my balls were drained, my dick stayed hard. Antwan’s eruptions finally slowed and eventually he released his long dick from his strong grip and let it plop onto his body. He released me as his legs dropped to the floor. My dick slowly slipped out of him. It softened quicky now. Surprisingly, I was not feeling self-conscious about my dick size as I watched Antwan’s soften but not really shrink too much. I was still amazed by the amount of cum on his body. Antwan noticed I was staring at it all. “I should clean up this mess.” Antwan said which took me out of my trance. It to a moment but I realized I needed to move to let him up. “Umm yeah ok,” I said as I stepped back. I wanted to say that I would clean it up, but there was so much, and I didn’t know how he might react to that. He stood up and started to gather his clothes. I finally was able to focus s little to find my boxers and put those on. I could see cum runng down his body and some even dripping on the couch. Antwan had to dig into the couch a bit to get his shirt that had gotten wedged in pretty deep. As he pulled it out, my phone came flying out as well. He was surprised. I was elated! I tore that couch apart looking for that phone so I couldn’t believe it just popped out, but I was happy to have it back. I grabbed it quickly and went to look at the texts from Tommy. But the phone was dead. “Hey, I need to run upstairs to put this on the charger, ok?” I asked Antwan. Antwan was smiling. I think he noticed that something was going on with me and the phone. “Sure, Mikey. You don’t have to ask my permission. I’m not your babysitter anymore.” He said with a grin. “I’ll go clean up and get dressed.” I smiled back at him. I liked that he was teasing me a little. “I wish you didn’t have to get dressed, but my mom will be home soon, so I guess it’s a good idea.” I said as I headed upstairs. I realized I was just in my boxers and almost turned back but instead ran up the stairs as I needed to text Tommy. My phone was pretty good with turng on once I plugged it in but of course it seemed to take forever. As I impatiently waited, I thought about what had just happened, I fucked Antwan! The fact that he was my former babysitter added some spice to it but that he was an absolutely perfect physical specimen made it completely incredible. I was dying to tell Tommy, but I knew I needed to smooth things over with him first. I needed to see what he sent me that he was so freaked out about. I just really needed to know things were ok with us. As amazing as what had just happened was, I couldn’t be happy until Tommy was not mad at me. “Fuck! Hurry up” I said as I looked at the black screen with the 0% battery level displaying. Then, I heard voices downstairs. My mom was home! ————- Feel free to email me with comments. JC ail. I am enjoying the feedback and subsequent conversations. 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