In April this year I came home from work to find our back door wide open. Quietly climbing the stairs I found a young man I thought I recognized, riffling through our bedroom. My wife was away for a few days at the time, so I knew she was okay, and I also knew looking at the young guy, I'd take him easily.
Jumping on him and making sure he didn't want to get up too quickly, I pinned him down on our bed. The thing was I'd dropped my phone on the other side of the room, and didn't want to let go of him. About to give him a dig to quieten him even further, he spun his head around and said "You can fuck me if you let me go". It was said so quickly I didn't really catch what he said, so I breathlessly asked him to repeat himself. More slowly and with more emphasis on the sex, he said "I like to be fucked, if you let me go, you can fuck me as hard as you like".
I don't have an answer as to why my cock rose. I genuinely don't. But it did and I found myself lay on top of a young guy who's identity popped into my head right then, and my cock was rubbing against his arsehole through the material. It dawned on me who he was once he'd mentioned being fucked. He was a young neighbour of ours only I'd not seen him for some time.

I moved a little to try and release the growing pressure my cock was giving me, but he felt it and smiled back at me. Turning his head again, he said "You know you want to, so come on fuck me". It was him who initiated the next move by reaching down and lowering his jogging bottoms. He had no underwear on beneath, so I was now lay on top of a young man who's arsehole was half showing.
Thinking of my wife, our lack of sex and then him, I did something which has lead to my life today. Still pinning him, I loosened my trosers, slid them down along with my boxers and eased my cock to his arsehole. He made some noises and then said "Oh yeh, give to me". Using my right hand, I guided my cock into his arsehole and didn't stop fucking him until I unloaded up his rear hole some many mnay minutes away.
I'm not sure how long I fucked him for. All I know is I hadn't had sex in months and his arsehole felt awesome wrapped around my cock. I fucked him as if his comfort, his sexual needs meant nothing, and in truth at that time, they didn't. Using him totally for own pleasure, I carried on slamming my cock into his arsehole and taking every bit of sexual frustratin out of his fuck hole. When I did cum, I didn't even ask him if I could. So pumping every drop up his arse, I finally lay still on top of him. It was only then I heard him say "Wow that was one fine fuck, I came dude, sorry". Moving us both I saw the small liquid stain on our quilt, but it didn't matter. I'd fucked a burglar and I'd thoroughly enjoyed doing so.

Getting off of him completely, I waited for him to bolt, but he just lay next to me. Then he did something which cemented what we'd just had together. Sinking down the bed, he took hold of my cock and sucked it into his mouth. Licking and sucking away on my cock for about fifteen minutes, my dick hardened again and this time it was him who took control. Getting me to lay on my back, he raised up, squatted over my cock and dropped down, impaling himself on my cock. With his hands on my chest, he fucked himself and me, bouncing up and down until I couldn't hold off anymore. For the second time in less than half an hour, I came up his arsehole and loved every second of fucking him.
Jay has to his complete credit, stopped committing crime. And has even gotten himself a job with my help. He'd been inside a youth offenders unit, and that's why I'd not seen him for some time in and around the neighborhood. And it was in there he'd learned the delights as he puts it, of being fucked.
Nowadays though it's my cock that he feels almost daily screwing his young tight arsehole. My wife couldn't care less who my new young friend is, and cares even less we often go fishing overnight. Only in the tent I have to go fishing overnight, it's my pole that Jay enjoys up his gorgeous tight arsehole.