Date: Fri, 01 Apr 2011 19:55:54 -0400
From: spider3x3.excite <spider3x3@excite.com>
Subject: CAUGHT IN THE NIGHT
CAUGHT IN THE NIGHT
by TY SHANNON
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, naked and dripping
wet. Though the bathroom door was wide open, there were a couple
spots on the glass that were still fogged up from my shower. I
swiped at them quickly with my towel and then began to dry myself,
looking critically at my image in the mirror.
I am just a shade over 6 feet tall and weigh about 182. My
hair is a dirty-blond color, although down at my crotch it's
somewhat darker. Since I work out regularly, my upper body is in
great shape -- solid muscles in my arms and shoulders, well-defined
pecs, and a tight six-pack on my abdomen. But I work for
condition, not for bulk, so I am not massive like some football
players -- and that's the way I like it. My legs are long and
smoothly muscled, without being thick -- I don't work on them as
much because I prefer a lithe, gymnast's look.
I examined my body carefully as I finished drying off. Some
guys would probably say I'm egotistical for doing that, but fuck
them! I worked hard to keep myself in shape and I enjoyed admiring
the result. My dick thickened a little and lengthened as I slowly
wiped the towel between my legs and around my balls. I'm a good 9
inches when I'm hard; and as I began to caress myself my cock stood
up proudly, the head glistening pinkly in the bright light.
I dropped the towel to the floor and let one hand slide easily
over my stomach and chest, while the other one began to caress my
hot prick. I watched in the mirror as the hands moved over my
flesh, fantasizing that they belonged to someone else.
The mirror was on the wall directly in front of the open
bathroom door. The corner of my eye caught a brief glimmer of light
at one side of the mirror, but it took a moment to register in my
mind. When it happened again I looked quickly -- and realized that
something was reflecting in the mirror. The third time I discovered
what it was -- in the mirror I could see a window at the back of
the house, and someone wearing glasses was outside looking in at
me!!
My immediate thought was to slam the door shut; but then I
remembered vaguely a couple times in the last few weeks seeing
blurry motion in the mirror when I was standing in front of it
like this. Whoever was out there had been there before. The more I
thought about it the more pissed I got, and I tried to figure
out some way to catch him -- or her. There was only an open field
out there, so it couldn't just be someone who happened to wander by.
Then I got an idea. I picked up the towel and casually walked
out of the bathroom, not bothering to cover my bouncing prick, and
at the same time carefully avoiding looking out the window -- I
didn't want to scare him away. Once I was out of sight of the
window I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist and slipped
outside through the garage.
Since it was almost midnight it was pretty dark out, and I
snuck along the side of the house and carefully peeked around the
corner. There in the light from the window I could see a young guy
standing, gazing through the window, waiting for me to return -- and
he was stroking his hard cock as it stuck out through the fly of his
jeans!!
He was a little shorter than me and not very big, so I didn't
think I would have much trouble handling him. The grass was damp
under foot and I was able to creep up behind him easily -- he was so
intent on watching the window that he never suspected anything.
When I was directly behind him, I reached out and gently stuck
my finger in his back. "Get your hands up, kid! I've got a gun,
and you're in big trouble!"
He jumped at the contact and stumbled right up against the
house, so I moved quickly behind him and shoved him tightly against
the wall. I barked in his ear, "Don't move, kid! Get those hands
up!"
I could hear his panicked breathing as he raised his hands and
flattened his face against the window pane. "Y-Y-Yes, s-s-sir!" I
could hardly hear him, he was so scared. He was probably pissing
his pants.
But now that I had him, I wasn't sure what to do - I should
probably call the cops and have him arrested. Finally I asked
him, "What the fuck are you doing here?!!"
When his breathing came back to normal, he answered, "Just
watching you."
"Watching me while I was naked, you mean. Right?"
"Yes, sir."
"What are you, some kind of faggot?"
"No, sir."
"Then what the fuck are you doing out here jerking off?"
After a long pause he mumbled, "I don't know, sir."
"You've been out here before, haven't you?"
He didn't reply, so I cuffed his head roughly. "Don't lie to
me, kid! I've seen you! Haven't I?"
He finally nodded his head, "I guess so."
I still didn't know what to do with him now that I had him.
But I figured he was too scared to give me any trouble, so I stepped
back. "Move, kid. We're going inside." I shoved him towards the
back door and then pushed him into the house.
Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I drove him in front of me
down the hall and into my bedroom. I positioned him in one corner
and stepped back away from him. "Okay, kid, turn around. I want to
get a look at you."
He slowly turned to face me. I almost laughed -- his dick had
gone soft and looked kind of comical the way it drooped out of his
jeans. He saw me looking at it and started to cover himself with
his hands, but I stopped him, "Oh, no, kid. Get your hands up
behind your head -- now!!" He jumped to obey me -- he knew he was in
trouble.
He had dark hair and wore wire-rimmed glasses -- the spitting
image of the school-boy nerd. I guessed he couldn't be more than 20
or so. He was kind of slender, probably about 5'10" and 145.
I could see he was very nervous, but he ought to be. I stared
at him for several minutes till he started to sweat. Finally I
spoke, "You know you're in deep shit, kid. I could call the cops
right now and have you arrested for trespassing, public exposure,
peeping in my window, invasion of privacy, and probably several
other things. Right?" I was just guessing about part of that, but
I wanted to make sure he understood the predicament he was in.
He just looked down at the floor and then mumbled, "I know."
"How many times have you been out there spying on me?"
He wouldn't look at me and he didn't respond, so I urged him
harder, "Come on, kid, tell me. And don't lie to me." He still
didn't speak. "Do I gotta call the cops?"
He looked up at me, "Please, sir, don't do that! It would kill
my folks to find out!"
"Well, then, answer my question."
He thought a minute and then replied, "About 8 or 10 times, I
guess."
"And do you jerk off every time?"
Again he looked down at the floor. "Only when I see you naked,
sir."
"Oh, so you are a faggot."
He raised his head quickly, "No, sir! I'm not." But he paused
a moment and went on, "At least, I don't think so."
I smirked at him, "What do you mean, you don't think so? Do
you fuck around with guys, or don't you?"
"Oh, I've never fucked around with anyone. But I sometimes
have these fantasies ... and I read books about guys making it
together ... and it turns me on to see you naked ... sir!"
I was beginning to get an idea about how to handle this whole
situation and turn it to my advantage, so I asked him, "You mean
you've never played with anyone else's cock?"
"No, sir."
I thought things over a little longer and finally said,
"What's your name, kid?"
"Billy."
"Well, Billy, you understand that if I just call the cops and
have you arrested, there would be a big story in the paper about
what a pervert you are, and you'd probably spend some time in jail.
You know that, right?"
Again he dropped his eyes, "I know, sir."
"Well, I don't really want to have anything to do with the
cops, either. So maybe -- if you do everything I tell you, and
don't give me any shit about it -- MAYBE I won't call the cops on
you."
His eyes got bigger as he looked right at me, "Oh, please, sir!
I'll do anything you say! Just don't turn me in!"
I kind of smiled at him. "First off, you can call me Larry --
and lay off that `sir' shit."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Larry."
"Don't thank me yet; you may change your mind later. You can
start by taking off your clothes."
He gaped at me for a moment. "You mean all of them?"
"Of course! You've seen me naked, so I want to see what you
look like." I had realized several years ago that I was gay , but I
wasn't going to tell him that.
He quickly slipped out of his dirty sneakers and stripped off
his shirt and jeans. He stood there in his skimpy shorts and looked
at me, but I told him, "Come on, Billy, everthing."
So he slid the shorts down and off, and then stood there naked
in front of me. Again he started to cover his crotch, but I said,
"Hands behind your head again. Now!" He stood up straight and
did what I said.
As I studied his frame I realized that he wasn't a bad-looking
dude. He was slender without being skinny; he had wiry muscles in
his arms and calves; and his stomach was nice and tight, although
his ribs showed at his sides. He had small, brown buttons for
nipples, with just a few wisps of hair around each one. His
shrunken dick was surrounded by a limited bush of hair, but two huge
balls swung between his thighs! Impressive! If he would just get
rid of those glasses he would be quite attractive.
But I let him stand there for several minutes while I looked
him over, and let him wonder what I was going to make him do.
Finally I tightened the towel around my waist and stepped up to him.
I reached out with one hand and began to trail my fingers lightly
across his chest -- over one nipple and into the hair in one exposed
armpit -- back across to the other nipple. He closed his eyes and
his breath hissed through his teeth as I gently pinched the nipple.
A half-smile crossed my lips at that. "Does that bother you,
Billy?"
He opened his eyes. "No. It feels great!" I moved my hand
lower, back and forth across his tight and quivering stomach -- just
brushing the hair at his crotch but not touching his dick. He
whispered, "If you keep that up I'm gonna get hard."
I just smiled. "No shit!" I could see his prick getting
longer. Then I told him, "Turn around."
He obeyed, and he was facing the wall. Man, what a beautiful
ass!! Solid and rounded, and with no hair. I loved it! I placed
both hands on his back, worked them down his sides to his hips, and
then grasped his two ass cheeks. As I caressed them and gently
mauled them, I could hear a low moan in his throat. This whole
scene was turning out great! If he wasn't lying about never
fucking around with guys, he still had his cherry!
I had to stop and adjust my towel, because my dick was getting
hard and trying to poke through the material. Then I let my
fingers slide down into the crack of his ass, across his tight hole,
and between his legs till I could grasp his balls -- and he spread
his legs and pushed his ass backwards to help me! I could see that
this was going to be a fantastic night.
I had him turn around to face me again, and his prick was now
standing out from his torso -- not very thick but at least 8" long.
He actually blushed as I stared at his man-meat. I wrapped my hand
around it and squeezed it lightly as I looked into his eyes.
"You're gonna do whatever I tell you to, right, Billy?" When he
didn't answer I squeezed him harder and said, "Or do you want me to
call the cops?"
He sighed. "That's okay. I`ll do whatever you want."
I smiled at him, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you or
anything. I'm just gonna give you what you really want." And I was
sure by now that he really did want it.
I stepped back away from him a little. "Okay, Billy, you've
been watching me through the window naked; now you're gonna get your
chance to see it up close in the flesh. Get down on your knees here
in front of me."
He hesitated, but then took a couple steps towards me and
slowly sank to his knees. His eyes were riveted on my bulging
crotch hidden under the towel. He started to reach for it but I
pushed his hand away. "Not that way. Put your hands behind your
back." He did as I told him and continued to stare at me. "Now use
your teeth -- take the towel off."
He leaned forward and let his face press against my tight
abdomen as his teeth worked to grasp the towel. Then he tugged
gently at it, and I pulled backwards myself to help him -- and with
a jerk the towel pulled free and dropped away from my body. He
opened his mouth and let the towel sag to the floor -- and stared
at my hardening cock. I waited for several moments, wondering if he
would do something -- but he just licked his lips and stared. So I
ran my hand through his hair and whispered to him, "You like that,
Billy?"
He was breathing heavily. "God, yes! It's beautiful."
It still wasn't completely hard yet. "You know what you're
supposed to do with it, don't you?"
He just swallowed and kept staring at it, and slowly shook his
head. "This is your fantasy come true, Billy. Move your head right
up there and kiss it."
His eyes were glued to my dick, and very slowly he pushed his
mouth forward, as if he were afraid he might get burned. His lips
made a brief peck on the head of my cock and then pulled away. I
put my hand in his hair again. "Come on, Billy, don't be scared.
This is what you've really wanted for a long time." I urged his head
towards me and pulled it against my stomach. I pushed his nose
right down into the coarse hair around my prick and let my hot
flesh slide over his face. "Get your nose right down in there, boy.
Get a whiff of what a man really smells like." His eyes were closed and
there was a low moan in his throat, but he rubbed his face back and
forth across my crotch. My dick was nice and hard now, watching
what he was doing and anticipating what would happen next.
I pushed his head away and held it still, and with my other
hand I grasped my thick meat and slowly wiped the head across his face --
over his eyes, across his nose and under his chin. Then I pulled it
back and let him stare at it some more. Finally I said quietly,
"You want it, Billy?"
He groaned. "Yeah. I want to play with it, and suck it, and
taste it -- please!"
I put my hands behind my back and waited. "Go for it."
He raised one hand slowly, as if he was afraid to touch me, but
then grasped my balls and caressed them gently. His hand moved over
my abdomen and then his fingers touched lightly on my shaft and
swirled softly around the head of my cock. His thumb rubbed easily
across the slit and he pulled tentatively at the skin attached
beneath it. Then he held the shaft firmly and began to lick over it
-- up one side, and then the other side, and then down around my
balls. My dick was now hard and throbbing as he worshipped it. He
licked around the head for a couple minutes and then wiped it across
his face.
I smiled as I watched him, and finally said, "Go ahead, kid,
taste it."
He looked up at me, "I want to, but I'm not sure I know how."
I chuckled. "Don't worry about it -- just do it. I'll tell
you if you're doing it wrong. Just be careful with your teeth."
He gazed at it for a few moments more and then carefully opened
his lips and put them around the head of my cock. He held it there
and let his tongue slide around it, and then slowly pushed his mouth
down onto it. Shortly his hands grasped my hips to steady himself,
and he began to stroke on it -- in and out, in and out.
I watched him suck on me, and then encouraged him some, "Yeah!
That's the way to do it." So he moved his head a little faster.
I let him do that for a while but he was only getting about
half of it inside, so I grabbed his head and pulled gently. "Take
more of it, Billy. Take as much as you can."
With my hand urging him he slid further onto it, and I felt
the tip of my cock rubbing lightly against the back of his throat.
But he was really going after it. Now he moaned loudly as his mouth
worked on my hot meat -- back and forth, and side to side. His
hands gripped my ass cheeks as he pulled me nearer to him. He
tightened his lips and slobbered his tongue over my dick flesh.
I watched while his mouth worked on my prick, and I felt the
heat beginning to rise in my guts. But I wasn't ready to come yet,
so I gently pushed his head away. When he looked up at me I said,
"You're really getting into this, aren't you?"
He smiled. "Yeah. I fantasized about this every time I was
outside your window, and later at home when I jerked off. In fact,
I think I could come just kneeling here sucking your cock."
I could see some pre-cum dripping from his red tool, so I told
him, "Well, I don't want you coming like that. Get up here and
let's get on the bed."
He stood up, and I lay back on the bed and pulled him down
beside me. I took his head in both hands and kissed him, slowly and
gently. He responded, and when my tongue probed at his lips they
opened, and I invaded his willing mouth.
Then I pushed him up onto his knees. "Move over here and
straddle my waist." He did as I asked, and I urged him backwards
until my huge dick was sliding in the crack of his ass. I began
pumping with my torso to make my cock ride against his asshole, and
he cooperated by working his hips with me. I used one hand to play
with his throbbing meat and let the other caress across his chest
and stomach. He closed his eyes and arched his back while I worked
on him.
Then I asked him softly, "You ever been fucked, Billy?"
He opened his eyes and looked down at me. "Nawww. I don't
know if I could. You're awfully big."
"Well," I replied, "All it takes is a little practice." But I
didn't push it. I was now expecting to have lots of fun with him in
the future, and I was sure I would get his cherry very soon.
Then I told him, "Okay, Billy, put your hands up behind your
head." He obeyed, and I looked at his hard muscles and went on,
"That's good. It tightens up your arms and stomach, and that turns
me on." He looked down at his body but didn't say anything.
I stroked on his meat with my hand, squeezing it gently. "You
gonna come soon?"
He smiled, "I can, any time."
"Okay. What I want you to do is this -- start fucking my fist,
and at the same time push your ass down against my dick so your
asshole slides right against it. Understand?"
He nodded, "I think so." He began, slowly at first, but then a
little faster as he got into the rhythm. He added, "But then I'm
gonna cum all over you."
I chuckled, "I know, but that's what I want. Because then
you're gonna get down here and lick it all up from my body."
He stopped moving and looked down at me, "No way! That's
disgusting!"
I grabbed his head and pulled him roughly down towards me.
"No, it's not! That's what I want, and that's what you're gonna do
-- anything I tell you. That's what you said, right?"
He hesitated. "Do I have to?"
"Damn right! See, I can tell you're really turned on by this,
and from now on you're gonna be my boy-toy, Billy, and the first
thing you've gotta learn is to take my cum in your mouth. So
you're gonna start by licking up your own."
I let him sit up and mull that over for a minute, and he
finally said, "Well, I hadn't thought about it like that. But I
guess I really want to get into this, so I'll try."
"Good -- that's what I wanta hear. Now get movin'."
He tightened his arms behind his head and began fucking my fist
again. I pumped with my hips a little to make sure the head of my
dick was rubbing against his asshole, and I squeezed my hand a
little tighter as he stroked his hot dick into it. With the other
hand I played with the hair at his crotch and then toyed with his
nipples.
He moaned. I squeezed one nipple and he responded, "Yeah! Do
that." I pulled and tugged at the nipple, and then worked on the
other one. His breath was coming in gasps. "Oh, yeah! I'm gonna
cum!"
I squeezed his cock tighter and stroked it faster; and I
gripped one nipple and twisted it firmly. Sweat was rolling down
his sides. He pumped and groaned! And I stroked him!
He yelled, "YEAH!! ... GOD! I'M GONNA CUM!!" I pinched the
nipple more and stroked faster -- and the first spurt flew from his
cock -- all the way across my chest! I kept stroking, and he came
-- and came -- and came!! And his cum splattered all over my chest
and belly.
When I stopped stroking he smiled down at me, "God, Larry,
that was great! I never come like that when I jerk off."
I gave him a big wink. "I know. It's always better when
someone else does it for you."
He grinned at me, "Yeah ... and it was an extra thrill to know
you were watchin' me when I came."
I wiped my hand on his thigh and then pulled his head down so
I could kiss him. "Now, Billy -- clean it up just like I said."
He hesitated a moment but then lowered his mouth to my chest.
His tongue slid out and tentatively licked up a small blob of his
cum. He paused, and then licked up some more. He looked at me
briefly, "I guess that's not so bad." So I watched while he cleaned
me off with his tongue. When he finally sat up, I wiped the last
drop from his cock slit with my finger and slipped it into his
mouth.
Then he looked down at me, "Aren't you gonna get off? I wanta
see you come, too."
I chuckled. "I sure am, and you're gonna see it up close." I
sat up on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor. "Get down
here," I said, "on your knees."
Billy knelt on the floor between my spread legs, and I kissed
him briefly. "That's where a cocksucker belongs -- on his knees in
front of a hard dick."
He didn't reply; he just held my prick with his fingers and
dropped his mouth onto it. Then he began to stroke on it with his
lips -- in and out, in and out.
We had been at this for over an hour, and I was ready for it.
I felt the hot wetness of his mouth sliding over my cock flesh, and
I moaned, "Yeah, Billy, do that. Make your lips tighter." He did,
and the heat was filling my guts. With one hand he fondled my
balls, which pushed me even higher. I let my hand run through his
hair, and pulled him a little closer on each stroke. "Take it all,
Billy. I love it."
I could see his throat bulge as he took as much as he could.
He gagged once, and paused to swallow, but then went right back at
it. I leaned back on my hands and groaned, my muscles beginning to
strain towards the coming eruption. "Oh, God. I'm gonna come." He
grasped both my legs for support and pistoned his mouth faster.
I felt it start deep in my balls and knew it was coming, so I
sat up quickly and pushed his head back a little. "Use your hand,
Billy! I wanta see it splash all over your face!"
He did as I said and began beating it with his fist. He tried
to pull his face back a little, but I grabbed his head and held it
right in front of my throbbing cockhead. "Do it, Billy! Do it!!"
It built and built! I groaned loudly! My legs and belly
tightened and the muscles spasmed. "YEAH!! ... YEAH!! ...
YEAH!!" And I came!! And my cum splashed right on his lips -- two
-- three -- four times!! And it dribbled slowly down his cheek.
Finally I made him stop stroking me -- the head was too
sensitive. He looked up at me, smiling shyly, with his messy hand
still wrapped around my softening meat. I took my finger and wiped
a glob of my cum from his chin, and then placed it at his lips, and
he sucked it in and licked it off. So I cleaned up the worst of it
and fed it to him.
Then I laughed easily, "You're a mess, Billy."
He grinned back. "I know. But I love it!"
So we went in and took a quick shower together. As we dried
each other off I kissed him again. "This is what you really wanted,
isn't it?"
"Yeah. I guess it is."
He dressed and left, with instructions to come back on
Saturday. I had lots of things I wanted to teach him.