Breaking and Entering

Breaking and Entering by Sean M.

I'd always been taught the difference between right and wrong. If it didn't belong to you... leave it alone, and don't go where you're not welcome.

This brings me to a story that I'm not really proud of but it happened a couple of years ago and there's nothing I can do to change it. I sometimes wonder if there's anyone else out there who has gone through something like this. It's not that I've made a habit out of it. I was just younger, stupid and didn't know any better.

It all started out about two years ago when I was seventeen and a junior. If I remember correctly, it was around April and school was almost out. There was this guy at school that was unbelievably fine as hell. I'd lusted after him for as long as I can remember.

He was my height, 5'11" , a medium build and had to have weighed somewhere around 140 pounds. His dirty blond hair was short in the back and the front swooped down over his beautiful dark brown bedroom eyes. He was a sight for otherwise sore eyes. He was the type of guy that was so far from average that you'd curse at the fact there was someone in this world so perfect. You know the type that is flawless in every way without a blemish anywhere on his body. His skin was always tanned, toned, and firm. As far as I knew, he didn't work out, yet his build was like that of someone who did. His name was Dan and he played soccer on our high school team. Just the sight of him would always make my heart skip and a wave of nervousness shoot through my stomach. I can remember looking at his hands in class. His fingers were long and tan. The nails... perfect. His ass was a definite thing of nature's excellence. His well formed bubble butt of an ass was the closest thing to Heaven. The guys I hung around who had seen him in shorts would talk about how nicely developed his legs were. Like the rest of his gorgeous body they were a deep dark bronze all year. Ever since seventh grade, I'd wanted to be his friend and have my way with him. But that, unfortunately never happened. Dan was the only person I'd ever been infatuated with in my entire life. I thought about him often when he first moved here back in seventh grade but the year I turned seventeen, I almost lost my mind in lust.

Dan lived across the street and a house over from Philip, which pissed me off because Philip knew I wanted Dan and would sometimes call me to tell me that Dan was out in the drive way without a shirt washing his mom's car or out cutting the grass. Many times I'd stop what I was doing just to run over to Philip's house to see if I could get a eyefull of this beautiful sight. And it was always worth the time it took to get from my house to Philip's. I'd sprint over to Philip's only seconds after he'd call. I would watch as Dan would bend over scrubbing the wheels and I'd stare at the rippled muscles along his side. I have them too but his were so much more defined. I'd jokingly let out a whimper and Philip would almost always remind me that he was straight and to get over it. I probably could have if he would have stopped calling me to tell me Dan was outside almost every single day.

I'd stood just about enough of this torture. I was ready to either proposition Dan and get run out of school when he didn't accept, or go insane. I was a desperate, fucked-up kid. I'd talked to Philip about my deep lust for Dan and he suggested that I talk to him and become friends. I then realized that Philip didn't know what the fuck he was talking about. Dan hung around his own little "click". The types that wouldn't talk to you unless you wore Polo shirts and Duck Head pants. That wasn't my style. I was and always will be who I am and don't give a shit what others think. I don't pretend to be someone I'm not. Dan, on the other hand didn't have much money and did all he could to look like he was loaded. I was always surprised at how he got away with it. But I guess that's not important now.

Incidentally, Dan and Philip went to the same church and they were going on a trip to Disney World in a month. I told Dan to talk to him and mention my name just to see if he could get any information on what Dan thought of me. Philip said that ever since eighth grade, they'd hated each other and he doubted Dan would even give him the time of day.

I was in bad shape and needed to do something quick. I wanted a picture or something that belonged to him. Shit, just something he'd touched. I felt like those old bitches who idolize Elvis and buy souvenirs and plates with his picture on it.

Over the next few weeks, I investigated the situation and pried into Dan's life... without him knowing it of course. I found out that he was in the same living conditions as me. His parents were divorced and he lived with him mom. I also managed to find out that his Mom was going on the trip to Disney World as a chaperon. Hmmm, this got me thinking. I started to get nervously ill as I planned my strategy. I had this brainstorm of getting into his house while they were on the trip and having a look around. How could I get into his house? Which room is Dan's? I wonder if they have a spare key? How big is Dan's dick? Does he sleep in the nude? Does he have a jack-rag? You know, all the important shit.

I spent as much time at Philip's house prior to their Disney World trip. I never told Philip what my plans were. I just always found an excuse to go visit. We'd sit outside and talk as I watched the goings on at Dan's house. While we talked about pointless things, I'd be mapping out my plan of attack, noticing every window, door and the visibility of the houses nearby. I didn't once stop to think it was wrong, much less, illegal. I just wanted to get in his bedroom and think about it being the place where he spent hours to himself, doing things to himself like jacking off. His secret territory.

Two days before they were supposed to leave, I was making my daily visit to Philip's house. I rang the doorbell and waited for Philip to come to the door. My eyes wandered back over to his house when I heard the sound of tires scraping against the pavement. I looked to see a light blue station wagon with the faded imitation wood panels on the side pulling into his drive. It was his soccer team carpool and he was just getting home. Just then, Philip came to the door. He invited me in and I walked inside and stood at the kitchen door watching to see if Dan had his own keys or if he was going to reveal the secretive hiding place. I know everybody has a place they keep a spare house key and I was anxious as hell to find his. Dan made his way to the door and stopped to look around. He waited for the station wagon to leave and reached up over the door facing and removed what appeared to be the key to the door. He unlocked the door and before going inside, placed the key back where he'd found it.

"YES!!!" I thought to myself. "HELL, FUCKIN' YES!!!" The first part of my mission was accomplished. Now I had to wait two days before I could learn all I wanted to know about Dan. It was going to be the longest two days of my life.

Over the next two days, I made a laundry list of things I wanted to look for once inside. I still have it. It reads something like this:

1. Photo album (pictures of Dan)

2. Jack rag (check under mattress)

3. Dirty underwear

The day approached. The second I woke up I began thinking about how I was going to go about getting into his house. I sat out some dark colored clothes to wear. I didn't want to be very visible since my plan of attack was going to take place late tonight... or early tomorrow morning. I had a small penlight flashlight handy so I could see around the place in the dark. The entire day dragged by. I thought tonight would never come.

I looked at the clock. It was 12:30am. Almost time to head out over to Dan's house to check out his stuff. I watched T.V. for another thirty or forty minutes then picked up the phone. I dialed Dan's number and let it ring forever. Of course I wasn't expecting anyone to answer but I wanted to make sure no one was home. After fifty or sixty rings I hung up, picked up my flashlight and crept out the back door. It took longer to get from my house to his since I took the back ways. I finally arrived at the corner near Philip's and Dan's houses. I could see Dan's house in clear view. There was a light on in one of the rooms in the far corner of Dan's house. Obviously a safety precaution to deter possible burgulars.

I was real nervous as I attempted to casually walk across the street into Dan's front lawn. My eyes were cautiously checking out the entire neighborhood, making sure no one was out in their yard witnessing what I was about to do. Even though it was this late, I didn't want to take any chances.

I was now in his carport and was feverishly sliding my hand across the door facing, looking for the key to the house. It wasn't there. "Shit!!", I thought to myself. "Where the fuck did it go?" I reached up further and finally found what felt to be the aluminum key sticking out of a brick. As it turned out, it wasn't on the door facing afterall. It was inside a hole in one of the bricks. I finally found the keyhole and turned the key. The door popped open and I found myself in the kitchen. Dan's house had a unique smell. It smelled like eucalyptus leaves and coffee. I turned to see a red light on the kitchen counter. The coffee pot had been left on. I walked over and turned it off then began my journey to find Dan's room. I found myself tip-toe-ing through the house for some reason. The temperature in the house was warm, so once I was in the hallway, I took the time to find the thermostat and pushed the air to about 70 degrees.

I could see a light coming from underneath one of the doors in the hallway. The first door on my right was a bathroom. I walked on down to the next door (just one away from the one where the light was on) and opened it. I flipped the flashlight on and it appeared to be his mother's room. I stepped back and closed the door. I peered at the door that illuminated the hall. Certainly I wasn't lucky enough for Dan's room to be the one with the light. "This is going to be easy", I thought.

I walked to the door and reached for the doorknob. It didn't turn. "FUCK!!!!" , I thought. His goddamn door was locked. My mind began to work overtime as I tried to think of ways to get inside. Shit, this room was more secure than the whole fuckin' house. I tried twisting the knob really hard. No luck. I reached in my back pocket and took my membership card to the local video store out of my wallet and slipped it in the crack of the door, hoping to pry the door open. Still no luck. As a last resort, I pulled out my keys and began trying each one. I finally tried opening it with MY bedroom door key. The doorknob turned and I heard a click. I turned the handle. The door opened easily and swung back to hit the wall. I was sweating as my heart raced causing the beat to be audible in my ears.

I was now in the coolest room I'd ever seen. It was painted dark blue and had all gray furnishings. The fish aquarium in the corner was bubbling and full of fish. His bed was all messed up. The sheets and comforter were on the floor at the foot of the bed. The first item to look for was also the easiest to find. I sat down at Dan's desk next to his bed and reached up to remove a photo album from the bookshelf to the left of the desk. This photo album was one of about eight. As I thumbed through it, I found it to be filled with mostly pictures of his family and old Christmas photos. This wasn't good. The next three photo albums were packed full with the same. All of the pictures were of his family sitting in front of their Christmas tree. Very boring. I put the photo album back and removed the fifth one. I opened it to the first page. My heart leaped into my throat as I focused in on the first entry. It was Dan and appeared to be a photo shoot of him modelling. He was in a pair of white shorts and a tank top in front of a red back-drop. He was so fucking beautiful. The next few pages were of the same sitting...only different poses. I flipped through the remainder of the album and found them to be your average model poses. Nothing exciting. I put the album back onto the shelf and removed the others. There was nothing special about the photos but towards the last photo album, Dan was wearing less and seemed to be posing in a more erotic setting. Since these were the most enticing poses, I snatched them up and put them in the pocket of my black teeshirt.

I put everything back as I found it and moved to the closet. I keep alot of MY secret things in MY closet and just assumed he did the same. I nosed around inside his closet for awhile until I found a nice sized metal chest underneath a pile of blankets and quilts. There was a pad lock on the outside and it was locked.

I'd come all this way and found nothing but a few interesting photos in a album. I was bound and determined to get into this "treasure" chest. I noticed that the hinges on the back had, what looked to be a makeshift nail shoved through them to hold them on. I forcefully pulled them out as the back of the lid popped off. Inside the large box was a goldmine. I saw two video tapes, a rubber glove(???), some old folded up letters, a box of rubbers, and a stack of Polaroid pictures wrapped up in a rubber band facing inwards. I immediately tore into the Polaroid pictures and discovered images of what looked to be his body. He was completely nude and had apparently taken them in front of his bathroom mirror. He had a nice sized dick, which didn't surprize me since the rest of his body was so fine. By the time I got to the last three or four pictures, I had a killer boner. Several of the pictures were very clear and showed him flexing his chest muscles and holding his hard on with a fist of death. The last two pictures were of him on the toilet. I could plainly see drops of cum splattered all over his chest. These were keepers.. all of them. I quickly shoved the entire stack into my shirt pocket and looked further. At the bottom of the chest were two used rubbers that were tied in a knot at the opening. The clear fluid in the end aroused my suspicion. I was so horny at this point, that I tore one of them open to get a taste of what I'd hoped to be his seed. The stench almost knocked me down. I threw it down onto the floor of his closet, spilling it all over one of his quilts and moved forward. The only other noteable items in this box were three joints (which I took) and a picture of him standing on the beach all bronzed and beautiful. Damn, he looked good. He'd apparently been sunbathing for days. His tan was darker than normal and the suntan oil covering his body enhanced every rippled muscle in his perfect body. I grabbed this picture and shoved it into my buldging shirt pocket. The only word to describe Dan now was Incredibly Erotic. These were very personal possessions and I was probably the only person to get a first hand look at them. I pondered the thought of putting everything back as I'd found them but decided against it after thinking about how stuck on himself he was. I wanted him to know someone had been in his room. After all, who was he going to tell?

I picked up the video tapes, shut the closet door and moved over to put the first tape in the VCR. The scene started out on some bitch getting her tits creamed with some old guy's cum. I stopped the tape and put in the other one. Expecting the worst, I pressed play. This one was no professional job. I recognized his bedroom on the screen. "Holy shit!!!", I thought. This is a home-made video of him. I watched a few more minutes before I realized it was near the end of the tape. I pressed stop and rewound the tape. While the tape was rewinding, I searched under his bed. I snatched up a pair of dirty cum-stained underwear and placed them up to my nose. I took a deep sniff and was overwhelmed by the scent of his cum. The strongest spots on his briefs were still a little damp. By now, the video had rewound all the way and I got up to press play as I crammed the soiled underwerar in my pants pocket.

My dick was aching as the video began. The first scene was Dan lying on his bed. He was wearing his soccer uniform and his right hand was hidden inside his shorts. I found the remote on the floor next to his dresser and pressed fast forward. I scanned the video until he'd slid his shorts off and was in his underwear. My dick was really hard now. The remainder of the scene was of him jacking off. I was too anxious to see what else was on the video, so I pressed fast forward again and watched in anticipation until the snow disappeared. The next scene was his room again. There was someone else in the picture this time. It was a girl. I watched until her face became visible. It was Amy, a girl we went to school with. Amy is very nice looking but stuck up and stuck on herself as well. This was a classic. I didn't know what to expect next but was dying to find out. I pressed fast forward again to move the picture on up to where the action was. Through the rapid movement of the picture I could tell they'd both disappeared from the scene. I pressed stop and then fast forwarded for about forty seconds. When I pressed play, I had the most incredible sight. Dan was completely naked and was plowing his hips into Amy's lifeless body. His ass was frantically working it's way into her her hot wet snatch. I pulled out my dick and began stroking it. I imagined myself in Amy's position as Dan slammed his hard beautiful cock inside her. It may have taken all of two minutes but I was soon slinging my nut juice all over the place. Some landed on my shirt but most of it spilled onto my stomach. I rolled over and wiped it all over his sheets. I rubbed it in knowing it would be dry by the time he got home from visiting Mickey Mouse and wouldn't be able to tell.

I laid out on the bed and absorbed the idea of me lying where Dan has sex, jacks off and sleeps. I got off the bed and lifted his mattress. There was a flat cardboard-like handkerchief plastered to the box springs. It was yellowed and obviously a jack off rag. I folded it as well as I could and put it on top of the bed. I went over to the VCR and took out the tape. I grabbed the tape as well as the jack-off rag and decided I had plenty of good stuff and left.

I didn't even bother to lock his bedroom door. Nor did I attempt to put things back where I found them. I was ready to get home and watch the video from start to finish. I had Dan in every pose that I wanted. From Polaroids to video. I don't think I could've have asked for anything better. There was no way in hell he was going to come home and not notice that his possessions had not been violated. If I'd wanted, I could've black mailed the fuck out of him. But I didn't. I just saved the images of Dan's beautiful body for my many jack off sessions and eventually showed them to Philip.

Philip had spent the night with me one night and we had gotten stoned. I pulled out the video tape of Dan and put it in the VCR and pressed play. Philip was not expecting it and was totally shocked. He kept asking where I'd gotten the tape and, to this day, I've never told him. I still watch the video and jack off just as powerfully as ever.

Dan is going to a community college now and I still see him every once in awhile. I smile deep inside knowing that I know every square inch of his body.

After I got home, I realized that I'd forgotten to turn the air conditioner back to it's original temperature. I wasn't about to risk going back to change it. I just wonder if he noticed that things were'nt as he left it. I also kept wondering if maybe I'd missed something in his room. What if there was another place that he hid things. I never went back.

Y'all (Modem Men users) are the first to know this story. If anyone else has done this type of thing, please let me know. I still feel a little guilty for doing it and would kill to find that it's something that others have done.

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Thanks for listening....

Sean/Swollendick/1287