Break-In

Gary and Gloria Stansky had grown up together, been to the same school and had eventually married, much to both sets of parents’ delight. They had been married for three years and could be considered a very average married couple, both continuing to work and delaying starting a family because their careers were important to each of them. Their day-to-day lives tended to be very ordinary and their circle of friends was small, so they didn’t often go out at night, except to see the odd film.

One evening, Gary and Gloria were asleep in bed when Gloria awoke to hear a sound downstairs. She gently shook Gary to waken him.

“Gary! Gary, I think there’s someone downstairs.”

Gary gave a grunt and turned over in bed. Again, Gloria shook him and whispered in his ear that she thought someone was downstairs. Eventually Gary woke up and both he and Gloria got out of bed. Slowly they made their way downstairs in the dark. Gloria had put on a dressing gown, but Gary remained in his sleeping shorts and carried only a baseball bat as defence. They slowly descended the stairs and quietly entered the lounge. Immediately on entering the lounge, Gary switched on the lounge light, confronting their burglar who was dressed from head to foot in black and had his face covered with a ski-mask. 

“Stand where you are and put up your hands,” shouted Gary, waving the baseball bat. The burglar froze where he was standing, not a muscle moved.

“Gloria, go and phone the police.”

“I’m not leaving you in case there’s another burglar in the house.”

“In that case you stay here and guard him, while I go and call the police.”

Gary handed over the baseball bat and left the lounge to go to the phone which was in the hallway.

While he was out, Gloria moved in front of the burglar, staring at the eyes peering through the ski-mask.

“Who are you and what do you want?” she asked.

There was no response.

Slowly she edged a little closer to the burglar and tried to peer through the ski-mask, but could obviously only see the burglar’s eyes and mouth. She stared into a pair of steely-blue eyes staring back at her. She stretched forward and took hold of the ski-mask which she ripped from his head. The minute that the mask had revealed the burglar’s face than he grabbed Gloria, put a hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming and disarmed her of the baseball bat. He then frog-marched her towards the lounge curtains where he took two of the tie-back cords which were attached to the curtains, and with one hand, tied Gloria’s arms behind her back. He then found a roll of packing tape lying on a sideboard in the lounge, tore off a strip and placed that over her mouth. He then gently manoeuvred her towards a wingback chair, seated her down and tied her to the chair by means of the remaining tie-back cords.

“Gloria, I can’t get through to the police, the line must be cut,” said Gary re-entering the lounge, only to find Gloria bound and gagged in the wingback chair. The burglar stood, armed with the baseball bat, in the centre of the lounge.

“Sit!” hissed the burglar to Gary.

“What the hell’s going on here?” shouted Gary advancing towards the burglar.

The burglar merely prodded Gary in the stomach with the baseball bat, temporarily winding him.

“I said sit!” hissed the burglar again.

By now Gary was sitting on the couch, which had its back to the wingback in which Gloria was seated. The burglar stared down at Gary and Gary reciprocated the look.

The burglar must have been close to six-foot three tall with a muscular body and a rugged, weather-beaten face, full lips and steely-blue eyes. Gary surveyed the man’s stature and realised that although he was fairly well-built, he would probably be no match for the burglar.

“Please take what you want and go,” said Gary, from the couch.

From Gloria came a muffled sound as though to echo Gary’s request.

The burglar placed the baseball bat on the coffee table and stood in front of Gary, hands tucked into the waist of his black jeans with his hands splayed across his crotch. This became a focal point and Gary’s eyes were attracted to this area. He could see that under the cloth of the jeans lay a bulge of enormous magnitude. The burglar slowly rubbed his hands across his bulging crotch and as he did so, Gary could feel his own cock becoming aroused in his sleeping shorts. The burglar stood and watched as Gary’s cock slowly began to grow and thicken, rising to produce what looked like a tent-pole supporting the soft material of his shorts.

The burglar advanced towards Gary and, taking hold of the waistband of Gary’s sleeping shorts with his huge hands, pulled them down over Gary’s knees, freeing his throbbing cock. Gary sat on the couch revealing himself to the burglar, but where Gloria could not see. She knew what the burglar had done, and she tried to say something as he had done so. She was trying desperately to free herself, but was unable to do so.

The burglar moved to between Gary’s legs and knelt. He held Gary’s cock in his hand and squeezed its swollen stem while his other hand fondled Gary’s balls. As he did so, Gary groaned, pleasurably. The burglar licked the tip of the mushroomed head and circled its rim with his tongue, then proceeded to run his tongue down the length of Gary’s cock until he reached his balls, all the while staring up into Gary’s eyes. He licked on one, rolling it into his mouth and sucking gently on it, and then he repeated the same action on the other one. Throughout this whole motion, Gary lay back transfixed, groaning in pleasure while Gloria continued to give muffled sounds from the wingback chair. From where she was sitting, she could only imagine what was happening to Gary.

Gary enjoyed the pleasure he was receiving for a while, then he leant forward and removed the burglar’s black top to reveal a well-developed chest with two swollen nipples mounted on a pair of firm pectoral muscles and a stomach rippling with muscles. Gary gasped at the sight and his cock bobbed with excitement. The burglar went back to sucking on Gary’s cock while Gary proceeded to pinch the burglar’s nipples, sending shockwaves through the burglar’s body.

After some time, the burglar rose from between Gary’s legs and undid his jeans. As he slid them to the floor, Gloria’s eyes widened as she saw the bulge packed into a white jock-strap and the muscular legs. The burglar stepped from his jeans and stood in front of Gary, thrusting his crotch in Gary’s face, allowing his mouth to kiss the heavy package that the burglar carried. Gary rubbed his nose along the solid length in the jock-strap and smelt the musky-sweet smell of sweat, man and piss. Using his teeth, Gary pulled the jock-strap lower to release the shining head of the burglar’s engorged cock from its constraints. The burglar’s cock rose to the occasion and Gary could not resist the opportunity and took the burglar’s cock into his mouth and swallowed it down to the base where his chin rubbed up against the soft fur on the burglar’s balls. He held his position, luxuriating in the taste of the man’s cock, then slowly began to withdraw his mouth. The burglar gave a slight sneer as Gary did this and then thrust his cock down Gary’s throat, almost gagging him.

The burglar watched Gary’s face intently and could see the pleasure and enjoyment that Gary was experiencing from his actions. By this time, Gloria was well aware of what was happening, but because she could not see Gary’s face, was unaware of the pleasure that the burglar’s cock was giving him. Gary fondled the burglar’s balls, gently rolling them in the palms of his hands and ever so gently squeezing them every now and then.

After what seemed an eternity to Gary, the burglar pulled out of Gary’s mouth, bent down to his jeans and pulled out a condom which he removed from its foil container and unrolled it onto his full length. He then pulled Gary to the edge of the couch and began licking the area between Gary’s balls and his asshole. Gary groaned loudly as the burglar’s tongue ventured closer to that magic hole. On finding it, the burglar pushed his tongue into its waiting entrance and felt Gary’s muscles clamp on his tongue. He flicked his tongue, teasingly, lubricating Gary’s pucker all the while. When he felt that he had lubricated it enough, he stood up, pulled Gary’s legs up into the air and guided his long cock towards its destination. 

As the burglar pushed into Gary, Gloria tried desperately to get out of her chair to protect her husband, but Gary didn’t want protection, he desperately wanted that enormous cock to be buried inside of him and to feel it throbbing there. Although the burglar was muscular and rugged-looking, his actions to Gary at this moment were tender and gentle. He slid his cock slowly into the warmth that Gary generated until it could go no further and he felt his balls rub up against Gary’s ass. He then proceeded to develop a rhythm which pleased both him and Gary.

Gary lay on the couch, eyes closed in euphoria and groaned softly as the burglar plunged into and withdrew from Gary’s pulsating asshole. At one stage, the burglar withdrew his cock until only the mushroom head was hidden, and using short thrusts, massaged his cock-head against Gary’s prostate. Gary’s cock was leaking pre-cum and he was writhing in ecstasy the more the burglar continued his action. The burglar knew that he was bringing Gary to the very edge and he could feel his own balls riding up into his ball sac, ready to shoot his load.

“I’m going to come,” groaned Gary, looking lovingly into the steel-blue eyes of his aggressor.

The burglar gave a sudden deep thrust, tensed and both men began to fire their loads. The burglar could feel the contractions as Gary’s cock throbbed and fired load after load of warm cum onto his chest and stomach. The burglar held firmly onto Gary’s legs, pulling him deeper onto his cock and thrusting violently, grunting loudly with each thrust. Both men’s bodies glistened with perspiration in the lounge light. 

What went through Gloria’s mind as the two men came, we will never know, but she never lost the frightened rabbit stare throughout the burglar and Gary’s sexual intercourse. After both men had exhausted themselves, the burglar leant across Gary’s stomach, placed his lips on Gary’s and sucked on Gary’s tongue, pulling it into his mouth and feeling Gary’s cock throbbing again as he did so. Their lips parted and slowly the large bargepole was pulled from its warm protection in Gary. As the burglar’s cock slipped free, Gary gave a sigh, smiled and his whole body relaxed.

The burglar smiled at Gary, took the condom off, filled with his love juice and left it on the couch next to Gary, pulled on his jock-strap, stuffing his still engorged cock into its stretch material, put on his shirt and jeans, blew a kiss to Gloria, walked out of the lounge, switched off the lights and disappeared.

Gloria became desperate to free herself and was making an overwhelming amount of noise through the tape covering her mouth. Gary lay on the couch with a satisfied smile on his face as if in a trance. Eventually, Gloria’s grunting and moaning brought him back to reality and he leapt up from the couch, switched the lounge lights back on and began to free Gloria. His cock was still half hard and he still had the evidence of his cum on his chest and stomach. He ripped off the tape covering Gloria’s mouth and the muttered sounds became verbalised.

“What the fuck were you doing?” she screamed at him.

“If I didn’t do as he said, he could have killed us,” was Gary’s reply.

“…and what about me?”

“What about you? Just think what I’ve been through,” said Gary sounding sorry for himself.

“By the sounds of it I think you were enjoying yourself.”

“Of course, I wasn’t. Do you know how painful it was with that huge cock of his?”

“Well, I’m not going to argue with you, call the police.”

“You know I can’t; I told you that the line was down, probably cut,” came Gary’s reply. 

“Well, we’ve got to notify them somehow!”

“I’ll take a drive to the police station and report it,” said Gary, “but you stay here, you’ve had enough for one night.”

Gary pulled on his sleeping shorts over his continually diminishing cock and headed out to the car, leaving Gloria in the safety of the house. He got into the driver’s seat, stretched across to the glove compartment and took out some tissues to wipe away the evidence from his chest and stomach, switched on the headlamps and in the light, he saw a piece of paper on the windscreen. He got out of the car, took the paper and read: 

Thanks, that was great. If you ever want to do it again phone 325784.

Gary’s cock gave a little twitch; he smiled, folded the paper and placed it in the glove compartment of his car.

THE END