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foot right into my junk. “Pounding the shit outta me and all I’ve got to do is moan and groan a little.”
    “That right?” Caught his leg at the knee and yanked him. Kabe slid to where his butt came off the edge of the bed. I reached down, popped the button on his jeans then grabbed the pockets. Pulled his pants down, let them drop around his ankles. I reached down, grabbed his arm and hauled him off the bed.
    Kabe slammed up against me, not quite standing, and struggled to get his feet under him. “What?” He mouthed the word right up against my chest.
    As I stepped back a ways, I pulled him along with me. “Come here, you.” Kabe kinda stumbled around until he got his feet untangled from his jeans. “Pick your shorts up off the floor,” I ordered. Let him go long enough for him to grab his glorified jock strap outta the pile. When he stood up, I held out my hand. “Give ‘em here.”
    Almost like Kabe was sizing up my motives, he slowly held them out. “Why?”
    I grabbed them. “‘Cause you talk too much.”
    “Wha—”
    That only got about half past his lips before I shoved his jock in his mouth. Then I slung one arm behind him and pulled him up tight against me, locking his arms with one against my elbow and the other caught by my fist. I took my web belt and strung the tang back through the buckle. Weren’t all that easy one handed and with Kabe squished against me, but I managed well enough. “Time to teach you some manners.” I slipped the loop of the belt over one wrist and then pulled his arms together. Use my other hand to get his other wrist under the webbing. With a tug, I snugged it all down.
    I kept an old kitchen chair up in my room for when I needed to sit and get my boots off. Snaked my foot behind one leg and pulled it from against the wall. “Think you’re gonna be all cute and pushy, today, didn’t you?” Hung onto Kabe by the loose end of the belt, his body sandwiched in the crook of my arm. Used my other hand to get my own pants all undone. “Seems like you need a lesson in being polite,” I growled as I shoved my pants off my butt. When I sat down on the chair, Kabe almost fell on top of me.
    As he yelled, “Shit!” the gag kinda came out of his mouth. Finally the boy sounded properly scared.
    Managed to catch him before he could tumble too far over and do damage to himself. You know, since he couldn’t use his arms to stop him none. ‘Course that got Kabe pretty much where I wanted him: across my knees, his head hanging down towards the floor and his butt bared. I reached around and used the fingers of my free hand to push his little bit of butt-floss back in his mouth. His dick, getting harder by the second and tip already a little damp, rubbed against my leg.
    I shifted just a bit, opened up my knees a hair and caught his dick between my thighs. Then I squeezed. I held onto him with the lead of the belt wadded in my left fist, right up next to his wrists. I reached down and stroked that fine brown skin. The hard plain of his back was all warm. The muscle of his glutes felt so good as I ran my hand over his cheeks. Took my time just feeling around, slipping the side of my hand down his crack, fondling his fuzzy nuts. I kept his prick pinned between my legs.
    Once I had him kinda trembling, I brought my hand up. Kabe’d turned his head just enough so’s he could watch me some. He could probably just see my hand from where he was at. Just held my hand raised. Built the tension in him wondering when that blow was gonna fall. Built the tension in me wondering how his body would twist when I hit him.
    I grinned. “You’re gonna get it now,” I whispered, more to myself than anything. Smacked him hard, right on his upturned ass. He jerked, his dick kinda sliding between my legs. “Yeah, you know what’s coming.” Licked my lips and swallowed, letting time drag by for a bit. Moments like this made me think on the first time—not the first time we got it on, mind you.