Dillon

Restitution

It's funny how dense I can be at times. It's funny that I walked past so many clues and never noticed them. It's funny how I never realized what was happening until it was almost too late. I still remember staring stupidly at the loot piled on my bed trying to make sense of it all.

It was Monday. I was home early. I had been working long hours over the last few weeks. Finally the work load had eased and I decided to reward myself with an afternoon on the links. I left my car in the drive, intending to change quickly and head back out; my clubs were already in the trunk. I came in through the side door and into the laundry room. Kicking off my shoes, I noticed the screen on the laundry room window was bent back. Hmm… need to fix that, I thought, never wondering why it was like that.

Passing the kitchen, I noticed several drawers pulled out. Sloppy of me, I thought, pushing them back into place, never wondering why they were like that.

Padding quietly down the hall in my socks, I stopped in the bedroom doorway. There, stacked on the bed, were my iPad, my Nikon, and my MacBook. Lying there with them was a small backpack I didn't recognize. It was well worn and looked like the type that kid used for school. Where did that come from? I thought, and I stood there staring, confused, wondering why it was there. Then he came out of the walk-in closet, the box for my cuff links and my watch in his hands.

He was twelve or thirteen. His skin was a shiny ebony. His face was clear and confident. He was a handsome boy if ever I had seen one. He had an athletic build that often came with boys his age. He was clearly no longer a puppy but not yet a young man. He wore a faded and threadbare tee shirt, khaki shorts spotted with pockets, and ratty, old sneakers. He froze when he saw me and we both stared at each other in wonder and confusion. I watched as his soft, brown eyes went wide; then I finally put it all together.

I watched his eyes dart about the room as he considered his escape. He really only had one option. Sure, he could try to make it out the bedroom door and down the hall, but I stood in the way; the slider to the patio opposite me was his only real choice. If he had thought ahead and unlocked the deadbolt, he would be gone and there would be nothing I could do about it. If he hadn't, then he was mine.

The jewelry box crashed to the floor as he darted toward the slider. I started around the bed an instant later. It took him a second to push the curtain aside and find the handle. I was to the corner of the bed by that time. He still had time to make it out before I got there, but, as I suspected, he had never counted on my early return. He gave two useless yanks on the handle, the slider banging in its frame but not budging, then he went with his only other choice.

Anticipating what he was going to do, I stopped as quickly as I could, my socks skidding on the bedroom carpet, and I headed back for the door to the hall. In the meantime, he made a rather dramatic leap onto the bed, hoping the shortcut would work to his advantage. In the end, it wasn't enough.

My high school wrestling experience took over. I grabbed his wrist as he came off the bed. Twisting it under, I straightened his arm. At the same time, my other hand drove into his shoulder holding his arm stiff. Then, in a final, fluid motion, I swept his feet from under him with one leg and drove his shoulder into the carpet. I heard him grunt as came to the ground.

Funny thing about the human body; wherever the shoulder goes, the rest of the body goes. And, if the body decides it's time to leave, it can't leave if the shoulder won't come with it. He struggled to pull away, but it mattered little to me; I held his shoulder firmly to the floor. He flopped about like a fish, grunting and struggling, but I never loosened my hold. Finally his struggles began to die, then ceased altogether as he came to terms with his predicament.

"Let me go man," he cried out, his voice choked with fear and defiance at the same time. "I didn't take nothing." His face was turned toward me but he didn't meet my eyes. I just laughed.

"Look man, you can't hold me like this. You gotta let me go," he insisted.

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Because I didn't do nothing," he replied.

"Dude, you're stealing my stuff."

"Am not. It's right there." At this I laughed again.

"You broke into my house and you're looting it." He met my eyes for the first time and I thought he might cry.

I took the time to study him as he lay there. He was quite stunning to look at in the way that only tweeners could be. His tee shirt had ridden up and I could see his strong lower back and his hips. I could see the top of his boxers above his shorts. His calves were strong and smooth. I could also feel the wiry muscles in his arm.

As I looked at him, I felt my lust begin to stir and my anger begin to cool. A plan began to hatch, one that would allow me to have my way with him. In fact, as I thought it through, I might even make him complicit in the plot, virtually assuring me that he would tell neither his parents nor the police.

"Com'on man, let me up. My shoulder's killing me," he complained.

"I can't do that, you'll run on me."

"No I won't."

"Yeah, right."

"Nah, seriously, I won't."

I pretended to think about this for a moment. "I'll tell you what, kick off your sneaks."

"What? Why would I do that?"

"Do that and I'll think about letting you up. You may beat me to the door, but it's going to be tough on you running outside barefoot." I watched as he considered this, then, one-at-a-time, he pressed the heel of one sneaker onto the other and popped the shoes off his feet.

I moved my hand off his shoulder to his upper arm, still holding his wrist with my other. We both stood in unison and I walked him over to the chair in the far corner near the slider. Then I moved to the end of the bed, between him and the door, and sat. We stared at each other some more; me finalizing my plan, him regarding me sullenly.

"You been in juvie before?" I could see that this wasn't something he had considered, his eyes going wide. "I can see not," I said, answering my own question.

"Look man, I keep telling you, I didn't steal anything."

"Really?" I asked, incredulously. "Ok," I said, "let's just call it breaking and entering." He swallowed hard and stayed silent.

"Look…?" and I paused for his name.

"Rudy," he replied simply.

"Look, Rudy, here's how I see it. I make a call; the police come and take you away. It'll be pretty clear cut to them; your backpack, my stuff, the broken screen on the window. In fact, given the evidence, I doubt you'll even be offered bail," I exaggerated. "Your parents are going to have to hire a lawyer and that will set them back a couple of thou." That remark really struck a blow. Rudy hung his head and tears threatened again. "Even with an attorney, you're still looking at a couple of years in detention."

"Fuck," he said softly, a catch in his voice. I remained quiet, letting him think about this. Then I went on.

"Rudy, you look like a good kid. I hate to see this happen to you. And, I always think that restitution is better than punishment."

"Restitution?" he said, looking up at me and seeing some hope.

"Yeah, restitution; making amends for your misdeed." He watched me as I pretended to think. Then, acting as if I arrived at a plan, I continued.

"Look, I'll give you a choice. The way I see it, you're looking at two years in juvie and two or three thousand in attorney's fees. You give me an hour of your time in restitution and we can forget this whole thing. You can go home as if none of this ever happened. You and I will be the only ones who ever know."

Rudy looked at me suspiciously. He might have been young, but he was also street smart. I decided to lay it out for him.

"Rudy, I'm going to be completely honest with you about what I mean and about what you're going to have to do for restitution. The one thing I want you to remember is that you can have this whole thing over within an hour; no muss, no fuss. And you and I will be the only two who ever know."

"Rudy, you ever been ass fucked before?" I asked bluntly.

Until that moment, I never knew how much a Black boy's color could change. Rudy went pale.

"Fuck no! We ain't goin there," he said adamantly, waving his hands back and forth in front of himself.

"Ok," I said simply and reached for the phone.

"Wait, wait!" he cried.

"Look Rudy," I said, breaking in quickly, "I want you to know that I'm not bargaining." Then I held up my hand to stop his next interruption. "Let me explain the whole thing." He sat anxiously.

"You can spend an hour with me. We'll both be naked. You'll play with me and I'll play with you. You'll suck me and I'll suck you. In fact, I even promise to make you cum. You ever had a blow job before, Rudy?" He shook his head. "I can give a pretty good blow job. And that's a hell of a lot better than jerking off sitting on the toilet while your mom's screaming at you to hurry up." This brought a small smile that he quickly tried to cover up.

"Look, after that, it's about five minutes of pain when it first goes in, but nothing you can't take. Once it's in, the pain eases. Then I fuck you and we're done. Simple as that."

"Look, man, how about I like… wash your car or cut your grass?" he offered. "I'll do it for a whole month."

"Rudy, I already told you I'm not bargaining. Two simple choices; juvie for two years or one hour with me." I glanced over at the clock. "It's three o'clock now. At four o'clock you're walking down my drive and back to your house a free man, this whole thing is done; you have nothing to worry about. You walk in the front door, your mom, your dad, never know what happened. Your friends never find out. The only two who ever know are you and me. Either that or I make the call. What's it going to be?"

He was sitting forward on the chair, elbows on his knees, chewing at his nails, looking off into space. Finally, without looking at me, he gave a small nod.

"Come here bud. I'm going to strip you, then we'll go into the bathroom and wash up a bit. You don't want to have to suck a sweaty cock and neither do I." He cringed as I said that. "Com'on," I insisted, "Come over here and let's get this started." Reluctantly he rose and awkwardly shuffled over to where I sat, stopping a few feet away.

I reached out, took his wrist, and gently pulled him close in between my knees. I paused for a moment because my hands were shaking. I couldn't believe I had this boy in front of me, one just on the cusp of manhood, and that he was mine to do with as I wished. The last thing I wanted was to waste the moment. If I didn't control myself, I'd rip his clothes off of him and fuck him like a rabbit. It would all be over in minutes and I would regret it forever.

A light sheen of sweat covered his face. I kept the AC off during the day, and, although it was cooler in the house than outside, it was still quite warm. I could have flipped on the AC, but I liked the thought of sweaty, slippery sex with Rudy.

I admired the curve of his neck as it came down to his shoulder and disappeared beneath his shirt and the way his dark skin glistened. I put my hands up under his well-worn tee shirt and felt his warm, silky skin. He was lean, and my fingers gently traced the contours of his chest and his back. I lifted his shirt up to his arm pits. He was still reluctant, and for a moment, kept his arms at his side. His head was down, his eyes averted. Finally his arms went slowly up and he let me slip his shirt over his head.

His body reminded of a young, jungle cat. There was no fat to be seen, just lean, strong muscle. The rich darkness of his skin accentuated the lines and curves. I didn't know which to enjoy first, the front or the back, and so I ran my hands up and down both at the same time. My hand was flat against his chest, feeling the crease between his pecs, then following the arc below his nipples. I wet my fingers and first traced around them before I took one between my fingers and teased it. I smiled because I heard his breathing deepening. I knew that he wished it wouldn't, but his body was responding to my touch. Finally, curious as to what it might signal for the future, I lifted one arm and studied his arm pit; clean as could be, I saw. I ran my fingers lightly over the shallow folds and he smiled, gasped, and pulled away.

"Fuck, that tickles," he said breathlessly.

I turned him away from me and stood up behind him, massaging his shoulders. It took a bit, but I eventually felt him begin to relax. He tensed again when I pulled off my shirt and pulled him back against me, but I ignored it and concentrated on the feel of my hands running over his chest and abdomen, loving every ripple. I leaned in and planted a gently kiss on his shoulder and slowly worked up his neck. He pulled away, half turning toward me.

"Look, man, nothing like that, OK?" his voice pleading.

"Hey, I promise I'm not going to ask you to make out, but I am going to kiss you places and suck on you. Ok? Just relax and trust me." I pulled him back to me, and kissed up his shoulder and onto his neck again. He craned his head away from me but tolerated it.

I brought both my hands around to his lower back and enjoyed the arch. I ran my fingers just inside the waistband of his boxers until they met in the sharp crease of his spine, then ran them up and begin to massage his shoulders again, relaxing him some more. Then I sat down and pulled him to me again.

I was going to remove his pants, but the bulge made me pause. I paused and rubbed my hand on his crotch, enjoying the feel of his response, enjoying the ever so slight thrust of his hips. Then, without ceremony, I pulled down his zipper, unsnapped his pants, and pushed them, and his boxers, down his legs and to the floor.

Neither my eyes nor my hands knew where to go first. His cock was well on its way to maturity. While not especially large, it was impressive for a boy of his size. His balls had clearly ripened and the warmth of the room meant they hung nicely. Still, there was not a hair to be seen on his groin. I hefted them in one hand and rolled them softly while I stroked his cock with my other. I was rewarded with another gasp.

Again I turned him away from me, but this time to admire his backside. I don't think I had ever seen finer sight. It had a roundness, a fullness, and a strength that made me salivate. I watched as each cheek dimpled in turn as he shifted his weight. I put a hand on each globe and kneaded. I ran a finger down his crack and rubbed the rosebud wrinkles of his anus.

I stopped and admired his color. Overall I didn't think he was especially dark or especially light, but his groin and ass were a wonderful, tasty looking, chocolate brown. It seemed to invite the tongue and the mouth. His balls were a bit darker. The head of his cock, at least the bit that peeked from out of his foreskin, had a pinkish tinge. But what I found most interesting was the color of his anus. I spread his ass cheeks apart and looked closely. The wrinkles of his anus were darker than that of his ass cheeks, but an interesting moist, pink color could be seen at the very center. Almost like a chocolate covered cherry ready to be popped into the mouth.

He was tense under my inspection. He would slowly inch away as I poked and probed and I constantly had to pull him closer. With his ass cheeks spread, I blew gently down his crack and over his anus.

"Fuck, man! What are you doing back there?" he exclaimed, almost jumping forward.

I didn't answer him, just chuckled and gave his ass a final squeeze. "When's the last time you took a shit?" I asked.

"I don't know," he answered indignantly. "What do you care?"

"Because," I answered, "I don't think you want my cock and some turd of yours trying to occupy the same space at the same time." This appeared to both shock and surprise him.

With my hand on the small of his back, I lead him to the bathroom where I sat on the edge of the tub while pointing him to the toilet.

"Hey, give a brother some privacy, how about it?"

"And have you go out the window on me? I don't think so."

While not the most pleasant experience for either of us, he finished quickly and I led him to the shower. He stared as I dropped my pants and stepped out of my underwear. I'm not sure what he thought about what he saw. I'm pretty average as far as size goes, but your perspective changes when you're looking at something that someone plans to shove up your butt. I cleaned us both, being careful with his foreskin, let him dry himself, then led him back to bed. He hopped up reluctantly when I asked.

"On your belly," I said and the terror returned to his eyes.

"Shit, man, you said you was going to blow me and all first!"

"Relax, relax. How about a back rub?"

He rolled over, his arms tucked underneath his chest protectively, looking anxiously back over his shoulder. Lying like that, his chest up slightly, his hips flat, accentuated the curve of his lower back and made his ass seem even perkier. I grabbed some lotion from the nightstand, joined him on the bed, and straddled his thighs. He continued to watch fearfully as I gave the lotion a quick shake, then he turned forward. The lotion came out with a fart like sound and he gasped as I traced a line down his spine with the cold lotion.

"Ooo… that's cold," he said.

I slowly spread the lotion, running my hands up and down his small, but strong back. I leaned forward slightly and let my cock rest between his ass cheeks. I started at his shoulders again, squeezing and kneading. He dropped his head, brought his arms from underneath himself, lay flat on the bed and relaxed. I slowly worked my way down, kneading his spine with my thumbs, occasionally running my hands flat up and down his back. I found all the knots in his back and worked them free. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation, sighing more than once. Finally I reached his ass. Here I kneaded each butt cheek as if it were a loaf of bread, allowing the movement of his flesh to massage my own cock.

Sitting up on my knees to take my weight off of him, I asked him to rollover, then I came back down on his thighs. Taking each of our cocks into a different hand, I put on a fine coating of lotion. I then gripped them together tightly in one hand and began to rock my hips, allowing the underside of my cock to ride up and down against the underside of his.

"Fuck!" he hissed softly. Instinctually, he tried to spread his legs, but I kept them trapped between mine. He then began to rock his own hips, but his inexperience meant his rhythm was off. I steadied his hips with my free hand and took over the motion for both of us. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes shut tightly. I watched in growing excitement as the head of his cock poked free with each of my strokes. It didn't take long before I had him squirming.

I released our cocks, leaned forward on my hands, and dropped back between his legs, nudging them open with my knees. Then I lay prone, sliding my legs back, so that my face was at his crotch. He watched me fearfully at first, unsure what was happening. But, as I settled in, he grinned and propped himself up on his elbows to watch, spreading his knees apart wider in anticipation.

I started on the inside of his thighs, running my tongue in the crease where his leg joined his groin. He threw his head back once again and hissed. I then repeated the same on the other side.

He spread his legs as wide as they would go in reaction. "Aww… Fuck, dude, just suck it," he cried in agony. He reached down and grabbed his cock with both hands and pushed it down at me. I took his wrists in mine and peeled his hands free.

"Patience my friend. Patience," I counseled, moving his hands to his side.

"Fuck, I can't take this," he said, mostly to himself. I kept his hands trapped at his side while I watched him writhe, knowing that he could feel my breath on his cock and balls. Then I leaned in and began to suck his balls, taking each one in my mouth and swirling to around. His hips bucked as I did so though I knew he was struggling to not pull his nuts free. Dropping his balls, I ran my tongue about underneath them, crossing and re-crossing the ragged line that led from his scrotum to his anus. I sucked the flesh of each thigh into my mouth and softly ran my teeth over them. I started at the top of his anus, ran my tongue up and over his balls and up his cock to the tip and off the top, then I came back to it and swirled my tongue around the tip. Then I paused and let the anticipation build. I held his cock in one hand, positioned just where I wanted it. I scooted up on the bed slightly, watching him the whole time. He lay there tense, his eyes squeezed shut, waiting. Finally he could stand it no longer. His eyes came open and found mine. They pleaded.

"Of fuck, please," he cried. And I plunged down on him.

There was little for me to do at that point but hold on. He held my head in his hands and fucked my face hard. His cock jammed in and out of my lips. I struggled to breath: I struggled not to gag. I pressed my tongue firmly against the underside of his cock as he shoved in and out. I let him go on for as long as I could stand it and for as long as I felt it was good for him, then I broke free.

His hands went to grab his cock, but I stopped them. He lay with his eyes closed, head on the bed, panting as if he had been running full out.

"Please let me cum," he said in a ragged whisper.

"Not yet, young one," I replied.

"Oh, please! I have to."

"Not yet," I repeated.

I crawled up over him until my knees rested just below his arm pits. He stared at my cock with trepidation as I grabbed a pillow, fluffed it, then stuffed it behind his head.

"Your turn," I said, and placing my hands on the wall at the head of the bed, I leaned my hips forward. He swallowed me without protest.

"Watch your teeth," I instructed as I felt a slight scrap. He grudgingly obliged, nodding with a mouth full of cock. I slowly began to thrust in and out, making sure to push in only as far in as I thought he could take. Still, his eyes teared with the effort.

"Grab the base with your hand," I said. He reached up and held on, at the same time I felt his tongue pressing against the underside of my cock. "Oh, yes, that's beautiful," I complimented. I face fucked him for a while, watching his lips stretched around me. Then I pulled out and sat beside him, running my hands up his body.

"Do me again, man," he asked eagerly.

"Ok. But a little bit different this time."

I laid down on my back and motioned him to climb over me, his knees by my shoulders.

"Aww… man, this is hot," he commented.

I reached around behind his legs and grabbed a pillow and propped up my head. Rudy, in the meantime, wasted no time in getting to work. He was really starting to get in to it and was quickly bobbing up and down. This wasn't my favorite position. I never felt like a person could give a good blow job from this angle. What it did do, however, was give me the freedom to explore his ass. I took him into my mouth and worked him over as well as I could, but I concentrated mostly on fondling his ass.

I rubbed up and down his thighs for a minute or two, and then focused on his butt cheeks. God, they were heavenly. I also made sure to keep my fingers deep in his crease, continuously rubbing across his anus. Finally I broke fee from sucking on him, wet a finger, and slowly pushed it in.

He stopped sucking me and looked back at me. He was squinting from the unusual sensation.

"Fuck, go easy back there, dude."

"Just getting you ready, bud." And I returned to sucking him as well as working my finger in and out.

While I easily could have gotten my nuts off having him suck me, I never lost sight of the fact that it was his ass that I really wanted. So, after a bit more sucking, I decided it was time to get him ready. Breaking free, I grabbed the pillow and arranged it about halfway down the bed. Then I grabbed a towel I had brought from the bathroom and added that on top.

"Lay on your stomach, your hips here, baby," I said, patting the pillow.

"Aww… shit man, I thought you said I was going to cum?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"You will, you will," I reassured. My plan was to fuck him then finish him off with a blow job.

"Fuck man, you got to use a rubber," he pleaded as he positioned himself, looking at me anxiously.

In truth, I had already thought about this and had decided not to. I knew I was disease free and, since he was clearly a virgin, I was certain that he was too. I had planned on riding him bareback. Now I reconsidered. I could insist it be my way, but that might mean he would fret endlessly afterward. And that worry might be noticed by someone around him. So, I reached into the nightstand, grabbed a condom, and rolled it onto my cock.

I sat on my haunches, between his legs, his ass in the air. He had his head turned back to watch. I had placed a dollop of KY on his anus and had also greased my finger. He reminded me of a kid at the doctors about to get a shot, he watched all the preparation, then turned his head when the actually time came.

He sucked in his breath and grimaced.

"That's just the first finger," I said, "one more to go to loosen you up."

While his look told me the first wasn't that bad, the second was harder to take.

"Aww… fuck," he kept repeated as I worked it in. His head was down, his eyes closed tight, his feet beat against the bed.

With two fingers firmly in him, I stretched out over to the side of the bed and grabbed a vibrator from the nightstand. I knew that since he had two of my fingers in him, it would fit easily. I also knew he would enjoy the vibration on his anus, and, I knew from past experience, that it tended to momentarily paralyze the muscle. When I pulled it out, it would take a moment or two for the muscle to begin to contract.

"What's that?" he asked, fear on his face.

"Relax, it won't hurt; it will help," I told him. He started to protest and to roll off the pillow, but I had my two fingers out and the vibrator in before he could stop me. His eyes were wide as he looked back at me, but before he could decide if he liked it or he didn't, I switched it on.

His eyes stayed wide but his head up. He was trying hard to decipher the strange new feelings coming from his ass. He wiggled his hips a bit and clamped tight onto the vibrator. Then his head was down and I heard an "Oooo" come from him.

"Like that?" I asked.

He turned his head toward me, but didn't seem to see me. Then he nodded his head as he said, "Ooo… fuck!"

I let the vibrator run for a bit, moving it slowly in and out of his ass, enjoying the slightly paralyzed, slightly confused look on his face. I found the whole thing to be a bit erotic and I wanked slowly while I watched him. He was gripping the sheets; his legs were tense. Then, I thought the time was right.

"You ready baby?" I asked. "Time's come. Five minutes of pain, a quick fuck, and you're done."

The scared look returned to his face but he nodded all the same. I was lubed and ready to go. I positioned myself, pulled the vibrator free, and mounted him.

The vibrator had done its job. I was in him and past his anal ring with little resistance. It was a squeeze, it wouldn't have been fair to say otherwise, but the vibrator definitely made it easier.

"Aw… fuck that hurts." He sobbed and thrashed about a bit under me. He buried his face in the bed. His knuckles turned white from his grip on the sheets.

"Work on relaxing baby. I won't move until you get past the pain. This is the worst of it."

He sobbed once or twice more, then stopped. He turned his head to the side and I could see he was biting his lower lip.

"I know it hurts, but concentrate on relaxing that muscle back there." He nodded but the grimace on his face remained.

I lay as still as I could, not moving at all. I could feel his ass cheeks against my hips and his thighs pressed against mine. We stayed that way as the minutes passed. And, slowly I felt his ass begin to relax. The grimace left his face, but he was clearly uncomfortable. Still, I decided it was time to finish.

"Ok, I think we're ready. You ok?" I asked. He nodded. "Look, baby, when I start to move, your muscle's going to try to clamp down again. Try to keep it loose, alright." Again I got a nod.

"Ow! Fuck!" he cried as I started. He buried his head again and pulled tight on the sheets.

He was panting softly, a sheen of sweat covered his body. I pulled back easily and pushed in again. He cried out, and his ass tightened. Still, I decided it was go time. I would continue to coach him, but my time had come to fuck this boy.

"Relax the best you can, buddy, but it think it's better we get this over." I expected him to protest, but he just nodded his head.

In and out, in and out, I slowly went, gaining just a tiny bit of depth and a little bit of speed each time. Gradually his ass began to get used to it and I felt his anus relax more and more. Occasionally I'd go just a bit too fast or a bit too deep, and he'd tighten up again, usually with a groan, but it kept getter better and better. Pretty soon I had good rhythm going and I was all the way in, my groin bumping up against those glorious, muscular ass cheeks. The sight of my hips pumping into that chocolate brown ass was driving me wild.

We reached the point where I was fucking him with less caution now, and I think the pain was mostly gone. I think it was just an uncomfortable fullness he was feeling. I'd get an "oomph" from him now each time I pushed in; the groans having ceased. I lay over him, enjoying his warmth, keeping my weight off of him with my elbows. Then I drove particularly deep and added a circular motion to my hips.

A loud "Ooo" came from him and his head came up and banged against mine. I actually thought I tasted blood in my mouth, it was that hard and fast. I could see his eyes wide open. Clearly he was feeling something new and was struggling to decide what it was. Then I noticed some movement in his hips. He seemed to be trying to time my strokes and to push back against me whenever I drove into him. His "Ooo"s were becoming more pronounced.

I lifted off of him, grabbed his hips, and pulled him up onto his knees. Then I continued to fuck him. "Ooo," he kept saying and he began to push back hard against me. I'd heard of boys with sensitive prostates before, but this was the first I'd ever encountered. We were both really banging now, his head hung loosely and flopped back and forth in time with our rhythm. Then he dropped his head down onto the bed, reached back with one hand, and began to pull furiously on his cock.

I could feel his balls swinging between his legs, banging against my own. His ass was like hard rubber each time I banged it with my hips. He was slippery with sweat, both his own and mine; it dripped from my face as I leaned over him. Our rhythm was good now, and he seemed to be putting extra effort into pushing back against me, urging me in as deep as I could go. Then, with one finally effort, he pushed back hard into me with his hands tearing at the sheets and I felt a pulsing in his anus. I'd love to be able to say that I came at the same time, instead I climaxed seconds later.

I handed him a washcloth wet with warm water. He had collapsed back onto the spunky towel when we finished. He cleaned himself gingerly. Then he lay on my bed for a bit, limp and exhausted and I took the chance to admire his body some more. Finally he picked himself up and began to dress.

"So, I completed restitution, right?" he said, looking over his shoulder at me. He was sitting on the side of the bed while I lay on the pillow. He seemed drained.

"Yep, you're done."

"No one ever knows, right?"

"No one ever knows."

He pushed up off the bed to leave.

"Hey, Rudy, you know anybody that makes fifty dollars an hour?"

He gave me a look like I was crazy. "Fifty bucks an hour? Yeah right," and he started to leave.

"You want to make fifty dollars an hour?" I continued. He stopped in the doorway, turned, and looked at me with suspicion.

"You know the next time you do it, it hurts less. And it hurts even less the time after that. Eventually it doesn't hurt it all." He continued to look at me, not getting what I was suggesting.

"Do you want to make fifty dollars an hour, Rudy?"

Suddenly he understood; his eyes widened, then narrowed. "You shit'in me? You'll pay me fifty bucks an hour for this?" I nodded. "And it hurts less each time?" I nodded again. A sly smile broke out on his face. "Fuck yeah man, I'll be back tomorrow."

I laughed. "It's great that you're eager, but since this was your first time, let's give your ass a day of rest. How about Wednesday?"

Rudy considered this for a moment. "I got church at seven. How about I come by at five-thirty?"

"Five-thirty it is."

I smiled as I heard the front door open and close. I imagined him sitting in church on Wednesday, his ass squishy, his cock limp, a satisfied smile on his face, all the while asking the Lord for salvation. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen!

The End