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The Visitor
Tommy's thoughts became enveloped by Scott, and as he lay back in the
king-
plus sized satin-covered bed, his large cock started to swell up
rapidly.
In his mind, a memory of Scott flashed in his eyes... stepping out of
the
shower room, his firm, muscular body glistening and dripping, and his
handsome face smiling at him. His long, slender cock was at full
attention,
flushed with blood and almost shining with cleanliness. He approached
the
brief-claden Tommy and asked him the simple question, "wanna jerk off?"
without a note of seriousness. Tommy heard himself laugh in the memory
and saw his hands pulling the briefs down... then the two of them on
Tommy's
bed, stroking their maleness with the fervor of young, healthy, wanton
men... and they did, though the memory was fuzzy. But it never went
further... though he did watch Tommy with a curiosity that drove Tommy
wild,
in reality Scott never reached over to stroke Tommy, or leaned over to
kiss
him, or rub his hands over Tommy's young body. In fantasy, though,
Scott
was always willing to give this to Tommy... the gift of pure intimate
physical love. Not the casual jizzlobbing that fate so cruelly limited
them
to. Though, for Tommy it was good enough to last him until the next
time.
Oh, to think of the many times he had tried to glean the courage to join
Scott in his bed across from his in that room they had shared, to hold
him
and feel his warm masculine body pressed against his, but he never
dared.
Jacking off was one thing, but romance was completely different. Who
knew
what Scott would think? He would probably freak out and call Tommy a
faggot
and never want to see him again. He might as well just shoot Tommy
between
the eyes.
Now was not a time for reality, however, as Tommy lost himself in the
eternal
fantasy. He imagined himself naked on the bed with Scott, the both of
them
staring into each others' eyes, and then saw himself wrap his arms
around
Scott, who in turn embraced him and kissed him deeply and passionately,
their hard cocks grinding together, both of them mad with lust.
Tommy broke off the fantasy for a moment. He opened his eyes and stared
down across his body, which glowed blue in the moonlight pouring in
through
the window opposite him. He lightly brushed a finger across his
well-built
chest and tickled a large, fat nipple softly. His briefs were tenting
to the
point where they seemed about to rip. He pulled them down enough to let
his large member fly free, which snapped rigidly up at him, the head
already
dripping pre-cum into his navel.
He couldn't help but get even more excited from seeing himself like
this.
He knew he was good-looking, and was very proud of this... but it was
painful not to share this gift with someone. Someone like Scott...
Finally he had excited himself to the point of no return. He rid
himself of
the briefs by throwing them across the large, richly decorated room.
Thoughts of Scott always affected him this way; he wasn't totally sure
if it
was love, but he desperately missed his dear friend more with every
passing
day. Sure, they wrote to each other, but it wasn't the same... At least
I'll
get to see him again this fall, and who knows what might happen then, he
thought. Maybe we'll even be in the same room together.
He gently wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, and kicking off
the
remaining sheets, he worked his shaft slowly in the moonlight, with
light,
lazy strokes. He closed his eyes as visions of Scott danced in his
lids,
and with it the feeling of Scott's hand on his dick seemed almost real.
Reliving his eternal fantasy and losing himself in the pleasure of
pumping
his throbbing cock, he drifted off into a world of pre-orgasmic
rapture...
And in his trance, he failed to notice the silouhette at his window.
The figure wasn't noticing him either, though, as it worked on the
alarm-
monitored latch of the window. Using a magnetic strip and some
electrical
tape, the mechanism was effectively disarmed. A simple job for one as
experienced in this game as he. He allowed himself a silent chuckle and
slowly and noiselessly slid the window open just enough to let his
slender
body slip though the opening.
This is the one, he thought to himself. This is the big one... I could
retire off this heist. God knows these fools have enough stashed in
this
place to let me live like a king.
Hell, what am I saying? I owe this much to these rich bastards, and I
won't
stop until they've all felt my pinch.
Dressed in black jeans, black shoes, a black sweater, and a black mask,
he
knew he'd come in undetected, and he was positive he'd leave as such.
They
wouldn't even know he was there until it was far too late. He still
couldn't
believe he had dressed in that ridiculous reporter's outfit. They
really
bought that bullshit about me doing an article on their house for Modern
Home magazine, he thought. It got me in, though, so who am I to
complain?
These people are so stupid, they're almost BEGGING to be ripped off.
Okay, let's see, what should I do first, he continued in his mind, lost
in
the feeling of triumph. Take a trip to Mazatlan? Buy a Porsche and
tour
Europe? Or maybe find myself a hot young stud and settle down--
And then everything in his mind crashed against what he was now seeing.
His brain was flooded with the image in front of him. Here was a boy, a
perfectly gorgeous boy, not much younger than himself, sprawled out nude
on
his bed, masturbating slowly. His eyes were shut and his breathing was
heavy, and the burglar was frozen in his tracks.
He almost lost it. This room was supposed to be vacant, his mind
screamed
as he came to his senses. They weren't supposed to have a son. There
wasn't a son when I checked the place out... but there is now... and he
will see me and all my intricate plans will have gone up in smoke with
the
existence of this one lousy boy... this one beautiful boy... totally
naked
and stroking a real piece of work... oh God, he thought. I have to get
out
of here before I cum in my pants.
Still perfectly silent, he looked back at the window he had just come
through. If only I could make it back out through there without making
a
noise, I'll be okay... and then I'll leave and try again much later. Or
maybe I'll give up on this place. That would be best... I can't ever
come
back here. This one will have to be the one that got away...
His usual confidence had completely left him, the confidence that kept
him
sure-footed and silent. Getting back out would be near impossible in
his
condition. Plus, he really didn't want to leave. His cock was now
pressing
uncomfortably against his black jeans, and his breathing was quickening,
making it harder to conceal. I have to get out of here, he thought to
himself, and quickly. He turned back around to look at the boy in front
of
him and found himself paralysed by the sight of this handsome boy, still
stroking his wonderful cock and mumbling under his heavy breathing.
I have to have this kid, he suddenly realized. I can't leave here. I
think
I will die if I don't take this one chance. But how could I possibly do
it?
This is crazy! I can't believe this is happening to me!
He stared down at the floor, trying to collect his composure...
And as Tommy opened his eyes to watch his own throbbing cock, the scream
that followed the realization that someone was here caught in his
throat,
making it only a strangulated gurgle. He sat bolt upright and covered
himself up quickly with the sheets, not daring to scream again.
Oh shit, the man thought to himself. He scrambled to the window, but
caught
his foot on a table leg and went sprawling down on the fine carpet. As
he tried to get up, Tommy leaped out of the bed, grabbed a revolver from
the
bedside table, and jumped on the man on the floor. Now shaking madly
with fright, he held the man in his face-down position with the gun
pointed
in his jaw and demanded in a raspy, shaky whisper, "who the fuck are
you??"
The man returned in a similar shaky whisper, "I'm unarmed! I swear to
god
I'm not going to hurt you!! Please don't shoot!!"
"What do you want here??" Tommy demanded, a little less shakily.
"I'm just a thief, I'm not going to hurt anyone!" he replied, shaking
visibly. "I swear to god I'm unarmed and I won't hurt you!"
Tommy held him there for a moment, and for reasons he couldn't quite
understand, he found himself believing this man. He quickly searched
him
and upon finding no weapons of any kind, he let him up, still poking the
gun into his skull.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow your fucking head off,"
Tommy
threatened raspily.
"I'll mess up your carpet really bad," the man nervously replied.
Tommy paused a moment. Mom would probably be more upset about that than
anything, he thought. "Promise you won't try anything, cuz I will blow
your
brains out," Tommy said with a lot more confidence than he felt. He
knew he
couldn't hold the man here forever, and he didn't want to be naked when
he
turned this guy in.
"I swear to god, I couldn't hurt you--" he started and decided against
finishing that thought. The kid is probably totally girl-crazy and I
don't
want to add sexual harassment to my upcoming police file.
Tommy gave him an odd look, but then reluctantly let go and jumped back
quickly. The man didn't make any sudden moves, though; he just stood
there
and stared at him. "Take off your hood," Tommy demanded, waving the gun
threateningly. To his surprise, the man obliged, revealing a face that
made
Tommy's heart jump. His face was boyish, though finely chiseled and
smooth
as his satin sheets. His large eyes were ice blue, and his lips were
full
and inviting. He had shaggy straight blonde hair, which was slightly
mussed
from the hood, and it hung down sexily across part of his face.
Tommy was stunned. I was expecting Denis Leary, he thought, and instead
I
get Mr. Universe.
Tommy's cock, which had gone semi-limp in the skirmish, was returning to
its
full height, and with nothing on, it was quite obvious in the moonlight.
He
made no attempts to conceal it, though. He suddenly found himself
incomprehensibly excited.
"I told you I wouldn't hurt you," the man said. "Please, if you let me
go, I
won't ever come back again. I promise!" He was visibly shaken. Tommy
stared at the man, his dick now raging, and he was certain the man could
see
it.
The man did see it, in fact, and it had his own cock near the exploding
point. Fortunately, he thought to himself, with my back to the
moonlight,
he won't notice... but wait, he's just as excited as I am... maybe...
maybe
he wants it as much as I do?
Tommy continued to stare silently at the man, studying him. His frame
was
very nice too; even through the sweater it was obvious he was very
muscular
and trim. His lust was driving him wild, and the combination of cutting
short his earlier jackoff and the presence of this hot babe was too much
for him to resist going ahead.
He's my prisoner now anyway, Tommy thought, I can do what I want, can't
I!
He grinned nervously at the thought, his dick on the verge of exploding.
"Take off your shirt," Tommy ordered, to the surprise of the burglar.
The
man did so with little hesitation, though, much to Tommy's delight.
Silouhetted in the moonlight, Tommy could make out every tight muscle on
his
shoulders and sides. His pectorals were very well developed, and his
large
nipples caught the edge of the incoming light beautifully. Tommy was
beside
himself with lust. He slowly lowered the gun, and then finally placed
it on
the bedside table.
"You're absolutely beautiful," the man ventured. When Tommy didn't say
anything, he continued by saying, "when I saw you on the bed
masturbating,
I lost all will to do this... I couldn't go on. And yet I couldn't
leave.
You held me here even before you pinned me. I couldn't leave even if I
wanted to."
Silence. Tommy just stared with a mix of caution and wanton need.
The man cautiously approached Tommy. He stopped a foot away, and
reached
out with his hand. After a short pause, Tommy hesitantly took it, and
the
man then put his cheek against Tommy's hand.
Tommy brought the man's face up to eye level and looked into his clear
blue
eyes. They were the same height, and they could gaze clear into each
other's
soul. The smooth young face smiled back at Tommy, its lips wrapped in
an
innocent, fresh beaming grin. Tommy ran a hand down the man's
baby-smooth
chest, feeling the split between the pectorals, and caressing the large,
chubby brown nipples and eliciting groans of approval from deep within
the
man's full chest. Continuing with the other hand, he lightly brushed
against the jeans that were straining against the man's ample meat.
The man shuddered and started to breathe heavily as he closed his eyes.
Tommy then felt he could resist no more. He undid the man's pants and
taking the cue, the man removed them and stood facing Tommy as naked and
vulnerable as the day he was born. After studying his body with
fascinated
intensity, Tommy then wrapped his arms around the man's waist, and he
pulled
him towards him and kissed him. The man returned the kiss deeply and
took
Tommy into a strong embrace. The two fell back on the bed and started
humping each other's dicks slowly and heavily. They continued to kiss
each
other deeply as they ground their meat together, both of them working up
a
fine sweat which glistened in the moonlight.
Passionately they rolled around on the silky smooth bedsheets, still
locked
in a tight embrace and still kissing and grinding madly. They rolled
onto
the floor, and as they continued to fuck each other's cock wildly, the
man
groaned and exploded his juice all over the both of them, and then their
embrace was broken as Tommy started licking the cum up and then sucking
the
remaining cream out of the man's now ultra-sensitive and still hard
dick.
The man then shifted position and swallowed Tommy's cock, sucking it for
all
he was worth. Tommy gasped for air, groaned, and jerked his body with
orgasmic fury, slowly forgetting the man was a stranger. After a while,
it
was instead Scott who was expertly working his member, Scott who was
lying
here with him sharing the most private and passionate moment of their
lives.
Scott, he thought, I do love you... I want you now and forever...
please...
I never want to be alone again...
Tommy began to spasm. Quickly, he let loose a tidal wave of cum into
the
man's eager throat, and when he had spent his all and the man had drunk
him dry, they lay together in the mess of sheets on the floor, in each
other's arms, cheek to cheek. The musky smell of the handsome intruder
was not unlike Scott's, or so it seemed at the moment: the wonderful
pungent scent that had lingered in the air after the two had jerked off
together in their dorm room... it was a smell Tommy never would forget.
Tommy held the man fast, trying not to weep. Scott, he thought, I love
you
so much... please don't leave me...
Several silent, seemingly eternal minutes went by before the man said
what
both knew was inevitable. "I have to go," he stated, his voice blank.
Tommy nodded solemnly, and reluctantly released him. The man stood up
and started dressing silently. Tommy watched him from the floor, eyes
heavy with an already overwhelming loneliness. The man finished
dressing,
and after a fond look back, he silently slipped out the window. As
quickly
as he'd arrived, the man was just as quickly gone from his life, leaving
Tommy with only a cherished memory and the slight taste of salt on his
lips.
As he gathered his composure and his bedsheets which were both scattered
all around him, he felt on the verge of crying. His arms ached for just
one
more minute in the handsome burglar's embrace. He at least was real...
and
Scott was so far away.
Once his bed was somewhat reassembled, he went and stood at the window,
but
there wasn't a sign of the stranger. Tommy noticed the magnetic strip
that
had defeated the alarm system, yet left it where it was. This is my
welcome
mat, he thought to himself, in case he ever returns... in case his
memory
is all that I have left...
Tommy knew he wouldn't return, though. And he wasn't sure if he could
bear
it. Being with him had made Tommy realize that Scott was his true love,
and
nothing could take its place. Lying back in his bed with the soft satin
sheets gathered around him, Tommy's mind slowly drifted back to Scott...
his smooth young face smiled back at Tommy, its lips wrapped in an
innocent,
fresh beaming grin... and as the joy and tears washed over him, they
pulled
him under into slumber.
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