Woke up around three am and heard someone definitely downstairs in our home. My wife was out of the country and I'd locked everything before going to bed. Rushing downstairs naked except for my trainers, I opened the lounge door, flicked on the light to find a young guy kneeling in front of our music system. He tried to bold through the lounge window, but I caught hold of him and threw him onto the sofa. As he landed he instantly looked at my flaccid cock and grinned. I took his smile as him taking the piss, so I grabbed hold of him spun him over and told him I was phoning the police. He struggled but not overly, then said "If you don't phone the cops, I'll suck you off".
It's a moment in life I won't get back, but its also one I don't want to, as I fed the young guy my dick. It was done within seconds and I didn't think about it. Looking down onto a total stranger giving me head, made me feel dominant. It also made me realise I'd crossed the line of sexuality and legality. Even so I let him carry on sucking on ym cock and I got myself a dirty thought.
Not giving him any chance to say no, I struck him, spun him around and literally ripped his jogging bottoms and boxers down. His little cock was already hard and he again didn't fight back. Positioning him across the arm of the sofa, I spat on his arsehole and rammed my cock straight up his young arse.
His moans weren't ones of desperation, or ones of sheer pain, so I knew my cock wasn't the first to have penetrated his rear hole. Yanking his head back by his long shaggy hair, I spat into his face and called him a robbing bastard. He grinned up at me and replied "Just get on and fuck me, you twat". That was said with malice and I had to hold him tighter then. His anger had reached its limit though and he soon settled down and my cock eased deeper into his bowels.
It was furious fuck. One of those you have just to cum, not to pleasure your partner. And cum I did as he moaned about me being too deep inside him. When I was spent, I pulled out and watched him rise. keeping myself over him, Isaw he'd cum too, all over the arm of the sofa. Gripping his hair again, I pushed his young face into his cum and made him lick it all up.
Suitably punished in my eyes, I walked him to the front door, opened it and booted him out into our garden. He turned around and smiled at me, then said "Knew you'd be a faggot".
I didn't tell my wife anything, as nothing was missing or ruined, other than the damage to the window, which I had fixed without her knowing. I also didn't inform the police, as I thought he might counter me with a sex claim. However he did call by around a week later wuith another young man. I thought it was going to get violent, but he'd called by to say sorry. Once he knew I wasn't going to hit him, he sent the other youth away telling him he'd meet him later on. Inviting himself in, saying he'd seen my wife driving off, he asked me if we could have a repeat performance.
Himself, his mouth and arsehole have been a very frequent visitor to my home these past eleven months. And I did fuck him like he wanted me to over the arm of the sofa. What's more, he wanted it rough and for me to hit him a little bit. After cumming up his arsehole for the second time that morning, he confessed who he was.
Not every policeman's son is an angel, and not every young man like him turns out to be a really bad person. I was genuinely a straight guy before he came into my life. Now I'm so glad he did.