I awoke, had I heard something? I got out of bed. I didn't bother with a robe. As it was probably my imagination, I stayed in my briefs. As I stepped into the hallway, I saw him. He was standing in front of the grandfather clock, some 20 feet from me. I turned on the hall light and saw him more clearly. Like a deer in the headlights, this slip of a boy froze. This was no thief. No more than 18 or 19 years old. Blonde hair, skinny. I took a step toward him. Very white skin that had never baked in the sun.
"Who are you?
"You don't know me ... do you?"
He was wearing a tank top and gym shorts. Something rang a bell in the back of my memory.
"You broke in?"
"Yes. Sir."
"What are you after ... money?"
"No, sir."
"What then?"
I took another step toward him.
"Just ... something of yours."
"What?"
"We work out at the same gym. I'm always next you and I ..."
"Why, yes, that's where I've seen you before. I remember your face."
"I just wanted something that was yours."
"How did you get in?"
"I work for a locksmith, Sir."
"Why do you want something of mine?"
"You can call the police. I know I've done wrong."
I took two more steps towards him. He was quite attractive.
"What were you going to steal?" A silence fell. "Come on, fess up."
"I'd rather not, Sir."
"Come on. I'm not going to call the police. Would you like a drink?"
"I sure as hell want one." I turned the light on and walked into the living room. I went straight for the bar. I poured two whiskeys. Shyly he came in. I sat on a leather chair beside the unlit fireplace and motioned him to take the drink. "Come sit down."
He took the drink and sat on the leather chair to the right of the fireplace. We were face to face. "What's your name?"
"Ross ... Ross DeVero. He took a sip of the whiskey.
"Nice name. Now come clean. What did you want to find?'
"A hanky, a t-shirt ... underw ... something that smelled of you."
"Something that smells of me. What is your reason?"
"I've had a crush you, for a while now. I think about you a lot. I ... I'm sorry."
I smiled. "It's been a long time since someone's had a crush on me."
In silence we finished our drinks. "Stand up handsome." I stepped toward him. I removed his t-shirt and pulled his gym shorts down revealing a white jockstrap. He did not move.
"Come on." I took him to my bedroom, by my bed I hugged him then laid him down on my bed. I went to the other side of the bed, got under the covers reached for him and hugged him tightly. I kissed him. He responded trembling. I knew he was erect. So was I. I grabbed the waist band of my briefs and pulled them off promptly handing them to him as a gift. He wiggled out his jockstrap and promptly handed it to me. We looked into each other's eyes and then we kissed. I turned him on his side and placed my hard cock upon his butt crack. I put my arms around him.
In a whisper he said, "You can have me, if you want."
"Has anyone ever ..."
"No." he answered quickly. "I've never felt like this before."
"My name is Kent." We kissed again. He had more confidence in this kiss. I leaned over, reaching to the nightstand I removed a tube of lube and greased up his virgin hole. His blue eye sparkled. I whispered to him, "Hold your breath."
Slowly I entered his rear end as gently as I could. He was very tight. I heard a muffled moan, but he proved himself to be a trooper. Once I was halfway in, I felt him push his butt onto my cock which sunk deeper into him. My hand gingerly grasped his dick and I whacked him off to rhythm of fucking him. My entire manhood was in his warm tight hole. I kissed his shoulders and buried my face in his hair. I increased my speed. He pushed his butt against my groin. We both began panting getting ever so close to the rising cum in both of us.
As if by a magical force we both shot our loads together. I tightened my grip around him. We were consumed by abject pleasure. I'd never felt this before with anyone. Exhausted we stayed in each other's arms.
I whispered into his ear. "You know what you are, my beautiful man? You are a thief of hearts."
We kissed and fell asleep in each other's arms.
