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Beautiful Burglar Boy - Ch. 10 By Jeff Ennig
Remember when I moved in you, the holy ghost was moving too, and every breath we drew was hallelujah.
As I continued my rhythmic movements, gently but firmly hitting that spot over and over and over, Ollie's soft moans raised an octave and became a piercing squeal, singing a note so high it almost sounded pre-pubescent, while he thrust his ass upwards to meet me and clenched his muscles down around my invading cock. Recognizing the signs, I thrust all the way in, held myself in position, moved my mouth over his and shoved my tongue inside him and held myself over his mouth to keep the neighbors from hearing his squeals. I held still inside him and kept my mouth firmly over his, waiting for him to slowly come back down.
His arms flailed in desperation and lunged for my ass to try to force me back into my rhythmic fucking motions, and he groaned loudly into my mouth, frantically seeking release as I continued to hold him down, and began to tease him with my hands all over his smooth, firm young body, silently teaching him the wonders of edging. I grabbed each of his hands, and gently but forcefully pulled them off my ass and onto my upper back, slightly shaking my head back and forth a couple times without unlocking our lips as I released my grip on his hands and went back to teasingly stroking his every sensitive surface. I gave a few short thrusts in and out of his chute in order to keep myself hard, but otherwise left his tight, hot ass alone as I continued to roam every part of him with my fingertips.
Still quietly exploring every corner of his young mouth with my tongue, preventing any of his moans of ecstasy from escaping into the summer night, I began to softly caress him all over, my fingers gently and slowly stroking along the perky edges of his cute little ears, the tender flesh of his neck, the nerve-filled edges of his clavicle, his firmly aroused light brown nickle-sized nipples, his baby-smooth and lightly-muscled pecs, the hard ripples of his developing four-pack abs, the smooth skin covering the contours of his waistline, dragging up at a tortuously slow pace along the length of his mouth-wateringly perfect, athletic teen legs, and tickling across his soft matte of leg hair, circling his ankles, running along the soft soles of his athletic young feet, all the way to the tips of his young toes, and then slowly back down again, making my way all the way back, painstakingly slowly across every surface, until back to caressing his delectable little ears again, before wrapping my hands firmly around the back of his neck and the base of his skull, opening my eyes, hoping to stare into those beautiful brown windows into his troubled soul.
As I held his head firmly in place in my hands, my hips locking into his ass with my cock firmly implanted inside of him as I thrust in and out just barely enough to stay hard, his knees still stretched over his torso and his hips resting comfortably on two pillows to maintain the best angle, he opened his eyes, and behind the glazed-over veneer of delirious passion, his brown eyes stared back into mine, and our souls danced together as he looked into me with complete trust.
In that moment, I felt so complete, taking this beautiful young buck into my arms, gently holding him as I remained inside him, enveloping and protecting him as he offered himself freely to me. A tear formed in my eye as I saw the same form in his eyes, and I kissed into him with renewed passion, and began slowly increasing the pace of my thrusts in and out of his warm, velvety-smooth, tight little ass, slapping my thighs and balls against his firm buns.
We kept at it in this position for another minute before I pulled out of him completely, set one pillow aside, gently flipped him over and nudged him up onto his knees as I lined up behind him to mount him again. I parted his glorious buns to gaze upon his gaping brown rosebud, lined up the head of my dick to this opening, and pushed back inside of him in one smooth stroke, my hips again coming back into contact with his tight ass cheeks and my balls slapping up against him as my hair scratched at the soft and newly reddened skin of his butt above his entrance. I wrapped my hands around his waist, and proceeded to find a medium-paced rhythm of stroking in and out, striking against his prostate each time I bottomed out inside of him. He began to moan again, and leaned downward to bury his face in the pillow to muffle his noises. He rocked backward to eagerly meet my thrusts as his muffled moans spurred me on to continue my gently plundering of his mind-blowingly tight young ass. His hands reached back to attempt to grab my ass, succeeding only in reaching the front edges of my hips, as he dug his fingertips into my flesh and tried to pull me further into him.
The vice-like grip of his velvety chute was driving me completely mad. Again, worried that one or both of us would finish too soon, I slowed my pace, thrust completely inside of him, put my left hand on his lower back, leaned over to reach my right hand onto his shoulder, and pulled his upper back up toward me as I directed him to arch his lower back. I didn't mind doggy-style for a little bit while I topped, but it was not nearly enough body contact for my tastes, especially as I set my focus upon deepening a bond with a young man like Ollie. I held his shoulders and upper back against my chest, keeping my left hand on his lower back for leverage, as I leaned forward, continuing to thrust slightly in and out, gently stimulating his love button while I reached my right around in front of his throat and over his shoulder, cradling him into me as I leaned my head forward over his left shoulder, nibbled along his ear and whispered to him as he felt my cock move inside of him, "You are such a strong, brave young man, Ollie. You are safe here, Ollie. I'm so proud of you, Ollie. Thank you for making me a happy man, Ollie. I'm so impressed by you, Ollie. You are a wonderful, amazing, special young man, Ollie."
I let my words sink it while I continued to move inside him, as he huffed and grunted along to the rhythm of my short thrusts. I thrust more forcefully into him, striking his prostate at every movement, while my right-hand fingers found their way to a nipple and pinched and massaged it while I continued to tease his ear, driving the boy wild as he writhed and wriggled in passion. The time had come to stop teasing the boy and seal the deal, forever making him want to come back for more.
I slowed my thrusts, gripped his waist, and withdrew myself from inside of him. I pressed and pulled at his hips to twist him over again, restored the pillows to their previous position, and rested his narrow teen hips down upon their cushions while Ollie looked up at me glassy-eyed and sweating. I stroked up and down his beautiful legs as I held them up and apart, as I lined up to dock our bodies together again, pressing my tip against his puffed-out rosebud. I applied a bit more lube to myself, pressed in and sank slowly all the way in until the boy could again feel the balls of his protector resting against his firm cheeks and the bulging head of my cock press once more against his prostate.
I began slowly but firmly thrusting in and out of him as I released his legs, my hands quickly replaced by his to hold his athletic young teen legs up and apart, took some more lube onto my hands, and reached down to begin stroking the boy with one hand and gently manipulating his plump young balls in the other. I continued methodically pulling out to the tip and pushing in again to the hilt as I locked eyes with my boy, staring into the depths of his troubled young soul as he felt me move inside him. I felt his thick young cock begin to fully inflate as I stroked up and down the length of his perfectly-formed shaft and gently rolled and squeezed his heavy teen balls. Then I began to softly tease along his perineum with my fingertip as the rest of my hand clutched around his wonderfully thick 7-inch shaft, while my other hand continued with his balls and tickled lightly along his taint. He bit down on his lower lip as he moaned, never breaking his stare back at me, looking up into the soul of the man who cared for him in this world. Ollie rocked his hips slowly back and forth to match my rhythm as he continued to hold his legs back to allow me to penetrate him more fully.
I picked up the pace of my thrusts, settling upon a medium pace that wrested moans of delight from my young house guest each time I struck his love button, and he began to move his narrow young hips up with greater force to meet my strokes. I released my hand from his balls, continuing to stroke and squeeze at the thick tip of his beautiful 7-inch cock while with my other hand, I caressed along his abs and to his chest and back again, unable to resist feeling the glorious golden-tanned skin of this beauty's torso. The boy released one of his legs and reached down to grab hold of one side of my hips, pulling me into him furiously as I continued to stroke him and press against his button. His moans began to increase, and soon the moans turned back to that high-pitched squeal as I continued my rhythmic motions and slapped repeatedly against his firm teen ass. He broke eye contact as his eyes rolled back into his head, and panting and huffing furiously, he released my hip to cover his mouth with his arm, and kept up the rhythm of meeting my thrusts with his strong, narrow hips and tight, firm ass. His chute stayed tight and warm the whole time, driving me completely wild as I looked down at this stunning beauty whom I had conquered. Finally I saw him approaching the edge, as I too began to feel the familiar delights of nearing completion. I huffed and puffed, squeezed firmly around his cock and dug into his chest, as he released his leg and dug back into my hip, clenched his tight teen ass muscles around me, pressed his arm into his mouth, let out a piercing but muffled squeal, and erupted in an epic explosion of passion.
His first shot launched past his head and landed in a splatter on the headboard behind. At the sight of his first eruption, my mind nearly exploded in ecstasy and my whole body shivered in passion as his tightly-clamped chute drew out of me an epic load, shot deep inside this beautiful boy. I grunted out as I locked my hips against his tight ass and unleashed still another load, as the boy launched a second load of his own, landing on his beautiful face, and then a third and fourth landing on my hand as it dug into his chest, a fifth landing on my arm and onto his four-pack teen abs, and a sixth coaxed out by my slowly stroking hand as it dribbled out onto the base of his teen cock.
Quickly, I grabbed his knees to fold him back while I leaned over him and pressed myself deeper into him, seizing his mouth with my tongue while my deflating cock still remained embedded inside his tight young ass. I released his legs as I reached down to wrapped my hands around his fine head, cradling him as he reached his arms around to my back and began to rub up and down as he moaned softly into my invading tongue. I tasted some of his juices that had landed on his lips. Slightly salty, and absolutely heavenly.
Suddenly I was overcome with a wave of passionate emotion, and shed a tear of joy as I had at last taken over this beautiful young teen who had landed in my life. I deflated to the point of falling out of him, drew the pillows out from underneath his hips, and thrust my softened cock into the semi-hard teen cock below me. Ollie wrapped his legs around my waist and locked his ankles together while I slowly rocked us together, cradling his head and idly exploring his mouth with my tongue, while he continued to caress my back and shoulders with his hands. I wiped more of his cum from just below his eye, and smeared it onto his cheek.
Opening my eyes, I saw the boy beneath me begin to tear up slightly. I released my mouth's hold over his, keeping his fine head cradled in my hands as I leaned up enough to look down into his beautiful brown eyes.
"How are you feeling, kiddo?"
"That was," he softly chuckled and cried in post-coital pleasure, "that was completely amazing."
I smiled down at the boy as I continued rocking and softly grinding our now-deflated cocks together, and said, "I'm so glad that was fun for you, kiddo," as I cradled his head and gently stroked his cheeks with my thumbs.
He smiled back up at me, and continued to tear up. "I never thought I would be loved like that again."
Oh boy. With all the straight boys I got the honor of deflowering like this, I was always cautious about entertaining the 'L' word. I'd found that if I encouraged such language, eventually the boy would start overthinking the whole thing, and become wracked with guilt and doubt about identity and other such garbage. I did everything I could to keep it simple for my boys. We were two guys who were close to each other and had expressed our tight bond in a new way. Don't analyze it beyond that, and just enjoy the ride. I was even more desperate not to have Ollie ultimately scared off by overthinking. Never before had I had an ass quite so amazing as his, and there was not a chance in hell I'd let a bunch of confusing newly-deflowered-virgin emotions creep in and overcomplicate it.
"It was really special for me, too. I hope you know what a special young man you are, Oliver. I'm so thrilled that we could bond together in this way, that you felt safe enough and cared for enough to let me take your virginity, kiddo. Thank you for trusting me."
He chuckled lightly again, and contentedly sighed, "I can't believe that just happened."
"Yeah, it was pretty fucking hot, eh kid?"
"You can say that again! I hope we can do it again!"
"I sure hope so, too. I really like having you around, kid. Plus, don't get a big head about this now, but your ass is out-of-this-world amazing, like mind-blowingly hot."
He giggled at this. "Thanks, I think?"
"No, thank YOU. I can hardly believe I just got to tap this spectacular ass," I said, as I lightly swatted one of his butt cheeks, my hips still pressed up against his ass.
Finally, the boy relaxed his legs from around my waist, and I rolled off of him and laid beside him. "I think it's time we curled up and cuddled for a bit. What do you say, kiddo?"
"Yeah!"
We settled into our usual nighttime positions, my fully satisfied and deflated cock nestling beneath the warmth of Ollie's newly-plundered rectum.
"I think I can feel your loads inside me, Jeff."
I chuckled as I took some of the boy's cum still left on my hands and idly massaged it along and into his flat teen abs. "Yeah, and yours went pretty much everywhere. We definitely need to hop in the shower soon, after we savor a little time here first. And we'll definitely need fresh sheets before we turn in for the night."
"No doubt," Ollie laughed.
We let a few minutes of silence pass between us as cum continued to dry on the boy and I felt some dribbles of my loads leak out of him and onto my spent cock.
"Jeff, I feel, I feel so close to you right now."
"That's good, kiddo. It really warms my heart that I can help make you feel safe."
"Jeff, I think I'm ready to talk about my past."
"Ok, kiddo, If you're ready," I said, stroking his chest as my skin partially adhered to his with the sticky residue of the boy's third and fourth loads. "You want to shower first?"
"No, strangely, it somehow feels right to just lie here with you, covered in my own jizz, while you hold me."
I chuckled a little at this as I softly spoke back to the boy, while squeezing him to me. "Go ahead, whenever you're ready, Ollie."
"Well, you already know a little about my dad. But that's only a part of it. Last year, my junior year in high school, my life was, well, it was pretty great, I guess. I was the first junior to be made captain of the soccer team."
"Ah, soccer! So that's how you developed such a nice ass!" I joked, light-heartedly, while also being thrilled at this ah-ha moment. Soccer boys can be pretty darn hot.
"Shut up, Jeff! Let me finish!" He laughed.
"Just messing around. Please, continue, kiddo. I'm listening."
"Ok, thanks. Side note, first, that I was also on the hockey team."
"Stop, you're going to make me hard again, and then you won't be able to finish your story."
"Haha, very funny."
"I wasn't joking."
"Whatever, Jeff. Anyway, like I was saying, I was captain of the soccer team as a junior. I guess you might say I was one of the most popular kids in school. My school was pretty big too. And I had a great wingman in my brother Ethan. He and I were born fraternal twins, but Ethan had scored an extra chromosome somewhere along the way. He could be a bit of a handful at times, but he was happy in the special ed program at our school. And the girls loved Ethan! Which more often than not, made them hang all over me too."
"Not like it hurt that you were a soccer and hockey stud, too."
"True, I guess. Anyway, I never had a problem with finding girls. Even had a couple steady girlfriends, too."
"But you didn't get to home base with them, I take it."
"No, as you know, the person who took my virginity is currently resting his dick against my ass. I only ever got to second base with any of them. But I had fun. And whatever time I didn't spend with girls, I had a lot of great buddies, and of course, Ethan. My mom didn't work much, just a little home-based business selling make-up or something. Ethan kept her pretty busy. My dad was a pretty successful financial planner. We had a pretty big house, and I even got a nice car for my 16th birthday, a new BMW.
"My dad worked a lot, and seemed stressed a lot, but we were very close. When he'd come home from work, we used to sit on the couch together, and Ethan and I would cuddle with him on each side. We thought everything was going great. But then the police showed up at our door one day, and our world pretty much was destroyed in an instant. My dad had lost a lot of money for his clients, and starting making one bad decision after another to cover for it. He got caught because they figured out he was siphoning off millions from some local charities or whatever, which you already know about."
"A lot of people in town had their money invested with him, and a lot of people were affected by the money he took from those charities too. Overnight, no one in town would talk to any of us. My girlfriend dumped me, over Snapchat, and none of my friends would talk to me. Even the girls who loved Ethan would just turn their backs when we walked the halls. I don't think Ethan really understood anything. The school year ended, and over the summer, we lost our house, our cars, and most of our money, and my dad was sentenced to 20 years in prison."
"My mom and dad were both only children, and my dad's parents and my mom's mom were all dead, so my mom didn't have any choice but to turn to her father for help. He let us come and stay in his run-down old house in a different part of town. It was small, and smelled horrible, but at least it was in a different high school. Ethan and I shared a room, which kind of meant I didn't get much sleep."
"My grandpa is a really mean drunk, and hit my mom, Ethan, and me a lot. I know I could have fought back, but I was too scared that we wouldn't have anywhere to go if I did. At my new school, I joined the soccer and hockey teams, mostly to have something to do and to stay in shape. But none of my teammates would talk to me outside of practice. They sometimes even refused to pass me the ball or the puck, even though I was probably the best player on both teams. Our family name wasn't exactly unknown in that part of town, either, so it didn't really feel like much of a new start."
"My mom kept telling me to just get the best grades I could, and stay as busy as I could with sports, and do my best to get through the year. Then I could go to college and start my life over somewhere else. I was determined to break out of there, go to college, get a job, and help pull my mom and Ethan away from my grandpa."
"The day after my high school graduation, my mom was driving Ethan home from some group outing with his special ed class, when a semi-truck crossed the center median and hit them head-on. They said it happened fast, and that they didn't suffer. I hope that's true."
I squeezed him tight to me at hearing this, though remaining silent.
"I stuck it out at my grandpa's for a couple weeks after that. I wasn't sure if he was even sad about losing his daughter and grandson, or if he was just angry. All I ever saw was an angry drunk, and he continued to hit me pretty often. But after the funerals, which almost no one came to, I didn't feel the need anymore to take his crap. So I hit him back, and he screamed, threatened to go get his gun and call the cops, and then kicked me out of his house with nothing but the clothes on my back. I was too scared to try to go back inside to grab anything, so I just started walking."
"I slept under a tree in a park that night, and the next day just kind of wandered aimlessly. I had no idea what to do next. The next night, I pretty much did the same thing, except that a cop harassed me awake once. The following day, I started wandering toward the highway. As I walked, for some reason, Spartanville popped into my head. I had played them a few times in both soccer and hockey, and the kids on those teams didn't seem like assholes, so I decided to start going in that direction. I didn't have any money, so I tried to hitchhike. It was late, and I walked toward a gas station along the highway and found a trucker who didn't look too scary, gassing up his truck. He seemed skeptical of me at first, but must've seen that I didn't have anything on me, and he said Spartanville was on his way, so he let me hitch a ride. We didn't really talk much, and he dropped me off by the highway outside of town and wished me luck."
"I wandered toward the center of town from there, and that's when I saw the dim few lights still on in your cafe. I went around to the back and found the door unlocked, snuck quietly in, and started finding food I could gather up for myself. That's when you flipped on the lights and scared the heck out of me."
A silence hung in the air between us for a few moments, before I whispered to him, "Thanks for sharing your story, kiddo."
"Thanks for listening, Jeff. I guess I needed to tell someone."
"I don't really feel like I have any good words to say to all you've been through, kiddo. Only want to say that I'm glad you're safe now," I reassured him as I gently caressed his sticky chest.
"Thanks to you, Jeff. Thanks to you," he said as he cuddled himself back into me.
"How about we take that shower now, eh?"
"Yeah, that'd probably be a good idea."
Ollie got up first, and walked a couple paces ahead of me down the hall to the bathroom. My heart nearly fell out of my chest as I looked at one of the most erotic sights I had seen in this life. His strong young back, swinging arms, athletic teen legs, narrow hips, and tight, firm buns lithely flexed and swayed, while a little dribble of my cum ran down his inner thigh. He looked back at me and smiled, pleased to know he was giving me a magnificent view.
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