Page 55 of Repentance and Absolution
“We’d better get undressed then. I reckon we don’t want our union suits gettin’ all messed up.”
T’was a mild day for late December, so the inside of the little kitchen-house was cozy warm. We stripped to our skins, leaving the dirty dishes on the table. I sat against the headboard of the bed and pulled Oscar across my thighs.
“You been a good boy for Father Christmas?” I asked as I ran the palm of my hand o’er his plump behind. The flesh goose-pimpled up right quick, and t’wasn’t from cold.
“Oh, no, I ain’t. I been plumb naughty.”
I couldn’t help laughing, but my mirth turned into a groan when Oscar pressed his hip against my rising cock.
“Oh, I know it. I just wanted to make sure you owned up to it,” I panted.
“I know I been naughty,” Oscar said. “And I mean to keep on bein’ naughty.”
“You do, do you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause ’tis such fun and keeps me from gettin’ bored.”
My eyes widened. “Keeps you from gettin’bored?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, now. I gotta whole long list of chores I can give you to keep you from boredom, son.”
He turned his head and frowned at me. “No thanks.”
“No thanks?” I said, shocked at his cavalier attitude.
He stuck his tongue out, and that was that.
“Oscar Yates, you put that tongue back into your mouth. I’m gonna spank you now, and you better not make a sound, else I won’t let you spend, and I’ll leave you achin’ and wantin’ all this long Christmas Day.AndI’ll make you do some of them chores you dislike so much.”
“Aw, Jimmy, don’t do that,” he said, his breaths loud and fast, belying his protests.
“You gotta stay quiet, e’en if I dothis.” I sucked my middle finger into my mouth, then slid it out and ran it down between his buttocks, along the cleft there. Oscar groaned and parted his thighs as I found the wrinkled round of muscle guarding his insides.
“Oh…” he moaned.
I rubbed his hole as he trembled and groaned, then I teased the tip of my finger inside.
“Fuck! Gawd!More.”
I grinned, though he couldn’t see my face, and obliged him, pushing my finger in up to the knuckle as Oscar keened, panted and cursed again.
“Just take it and be quiet,” I said, as I pumped my finger in and out of him, going deep then shallow, in a way I knew would feel good and drive him crazy.
He stifled a moan as he gripped the sheets and rocked against my finger. “Oh. Oh.”
“Youare averynaughty boy,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. “And I ain’t got nowhere else to be. So I’m gonna do whatever I please until you beg me to let you spend. Got it?”
“Yes.Yes.”
He spread out across my lap and widened his legs to accommodate my fingering. I grabbed the jar of saddle grease from the bedside table and slicked up three fingers, then took my time working them into him as he struggled to be quiet.
“How do you like that?” I said, once I had them deep inside. Oscar’s face lay sideways, pressed against the mattress, his eyes closed and lips parted as he made the quietest sounds of pleasure. “You can answer me.”
