Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring… until a scally called Tommy but his foot through the kitchen window. He’d been up and down Tugmore Terrace a few times over the last few nights to check out the size of the piles under the posh Christmas trees in the bay windows. Number 50 had a selection of gifts that wasn’t the biggest he’d seen, but the guy who lived there was always leaving his MacBook, phones and even a fancy SLR camera hanging round so clearly the man had money.
Tommy wasn’t a bad guy, but he needed to earn some fast cash and the middle-class fuckers in this road were rolling in it. In fact they didn’t have room to roll, their little palaces were so stuffed with junk. He was just going to relieve them of some of their capitalist gains and put the money to better use. His rule was to avoid any houses where he’d seen kids running round inside. He didn’t want to be the Grinch and spoil some excited brat’s day. But the rest were fair game! And the salt and pepper haired, blue-eyed office worker at Number 50 was the first stop on his collection route. He’d watched him head out in an Uber dolled up for a Christmas Eve party and now it was midnight he was making his move.
Short, wiry and cute in a cheeky vintage Robbie Williams way, Tommy was all in black as he prowled through the house from the kitchen to the living room. He kept the lights off and used his phone flashlight to find his way to the plush, carpeted lounge that was full of animal print furniture and art work. The guy was obviously a bit of a fruit. Tommy didn’t judge too much. He’d spent six months on holiday at his majesty’s pleasure and found getting his dick sucked by his pretty little cellmate to be a great way of passing the time. He’d even bent over and let the lad stick a tongue and finger in there a few times and it made his slightly tapered cut seven inches cause a right mess of the bed. So it was all good for Tommy. He had nothing against the guy personally, he just wanted some dough for New Year and this was the easiest way of getting it.
Ducking under the tree, he went through the presents and found the ones that felt heaviest. He tore them open, laughing at his own good fortune when he found a polaroid camera, a MacBook, a PS5 and a Smart Watch. Bingo! He quickly shoved them all into his bag, hands shaking with adrenaline, and turned to go. He stopped when something caught his eye. Propped on the couch was another gift, in a long oblong box, and the wrapping paper wasn’t the same gaudy candy cane shit the others were wrapped in. It was plain black, with a gift tag reading “Carl – enjoy and think of me. Matt x” Intrigued, Tommy had to see what it was! He tore at the black paper and guffawed when he saw what was inside.
A 10 inch vibrating dildo!
“Fill your boots Carl whoever you are!” Tommy laughed.
“That would be me,” came a response from the living room door.
Tommy almost jumped out of his skin before turning to see Carl stood there watching him. He was slightly drunk from his night out but had been snapped into some form of sobriety by finding a scally burglar squatting under his tree rifling through his gifts.
“Shit.”
“I’m calling the police.”
Carl was just about keeping a lid on his growing panic as he took out his phone. The seven cocktails he’d sunk had given him the courage he needed to not completely freak out and cower in a corner. This lad could snap and smash his head in but right now Carl didn’t give a shit.
“No, look, I’ll leave the stuff here and go!”
“What, to do this to some other poor fucker? No way mate, you’re scum and you’re going to jail!”
Tommy sprang into action, his survival instinct kicking in as he charged at Carl, knocking him clear off his feet and bounding out the door as Carl called after him, “You can run wherever you like but you’re all over the CCTV mate!”
Tommy stopped in his tracks, heart pounding, breaking into a sweat as he looked back into the living room where Carl was climbing up off the couch. Carl swayed a little on his feet, the cocktails, the adrenaline and the head rush hitting at once.
“Seriously? You’ve got cameras?”
“In the back, in the hallway there…”
“Mate I’m leaving the shit here, I’m walking away, come on!”
“Yeah well I’m guessing you smashed your way in, you fucking violated my home, so you can fuck off if you think you’re getting away with this scot free!”
Tommy felt his guts churn, his palms sweat, and his skin tingle with a mix of fear… and something else. He could see Carl’s eyes tracing the outline of his tight body, resting on his crotch. Tommy was a survivor – he knew how to use what he had to his advantage. And gay guys always gave him a second glance, in bars, in bogs, in jail. And now here.
“Well can I… can I do anything to like, make this right?”
Carl was taken aback, feeling a surge of chemistry in the atmosphere as Tommy looked him in the eyes and stepped closer.
“What do you mean?” Carl scoffed.
“I really don’t wanna go back to nick,” Tommy said. “I’d be up for. Y’know. Whatever’s gonna send me out that door a free man tonight.”
Carl couldn’t believe what he was hearing. In the heat of the tension, emotions soaring, hormones bubbling, he had to admit to himself that this grubby little scally lad was fit as fuck. He’d had a shit night so far. He’d spent half of the night getting drunk enough to throw the lips on his workmate Tyler, who’d led him on for months and then kissed some other gobshite under the mistletoe instead of Carl. He was drunk. He was sick of being taken for a fool. And now… he was kinda horny.
His eyes went from Tommy’s substantial bulge, to his cocky little face, then back again.
“I’ll let you suck my cock,” said Tommy with a smirk.
Carl laughed out loud.
“Oh like you’re doing me a favour? You think I’m just some desperate queer who’ll drop to his knees for any scally cock?”
“No, I… I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Yeah you did. But I’m the one in control here!”
“What do you mean? You want me to suck yours?”
“No.”
As the idea popped into Carl’s head he was shocked at himself – but instantly started to get hard in his trousers at the thought. He nodded over towards the vibrator on the sofa.
“You seemed so intrigued by my Christmas present. Why don’t we use it?”
Tommy looked across at the massive phallic toy, his mouth dropping open at the suggestion. He stammered, “On… on you?”
“No,” said Carl. “On you.”
Tommy’s eyes fell on the massive tool as Carl took it out of its box and slid the batteries into it. His arsehole winced at the thought – but something stirred in his scally bollocks that took the edge off the fear.
“I could never take all that mate! I’ve only ever been fingered!”
“Well we can see how we go with it,” Carl replied. “I’ve got a lot of lube.”
“Mate I don’t think-“
“Okay fine.”
Carl threw the vibrator down on the sofa, picking up his phone.
“I’ll stick to plan A!”
“No don’t do that. Look… okay you can try it but just, stop if it hurts too much?”
Carl could see a vulnerability in the lad’s eyes that almost made him stop what he was doing. But then he saw the bulge in his trackie bottoms and he couldn’t resist. He reached down, picked up the vibrator and switched it on. The low hum filled the air as it buzzed, and Carl gently held the tip of it against Tommy’s bulge. Tommy groaned out loud, head falling back.
“Like that?”
“It’s amazing to be honest.”
Carl pressed a switch at the base of the vibrator that made the head start to move in a circular motion. Tommy looked him in the eyes, glazing over with pleasure. His lips parted and Carl couldn’t resist, lunging in and kissing him passionately. Tommy reciprocated, driving his tongue as far down Carl’s throat as he could get it. It was a messy sloppy kiss, tongues fighting and slobber pouring down their chins between them.
“Okay bend over.”
“What, you can’t just stick it in?”
“I’m not planning to! Fucks sake I have done this before.”
Tommy awkwardly backed away, hiking down his trackie bottoms to reveal some stained white boxer briefs – a little bit cummy, a little bit pissy. Carl eyed the stains and wondered what he was letting himself in for with this dirty little scally. But he was high on the horn and the cocktails were still swirling around helping his blood pump south. Tommy awkwardly turned and knelt on the sofa, leaning forward with his back in the air. Carl swiftly pushed it down into an arch so Tommy’s face was down and his arse, tight, pert, sweaty in the white boxer briefs, was presented for his delectation.
“Is it clean?” Carl asked.
“Er… I think so? Haven’t had a dump or anything if that’s what you mean.”
Carl sniggered at that, falling to his knees so his face was in line with the burglar’s bum. He edged forward so his nose rested on the white cotton. Thankfully the stains were relegated to the front of the boxers, but the smell of his arse was an indication of how busy the lad had been running round robbing innocent people. He grabbed the waistband and pulled them down slowly, revealing slightly hairy white tight cheeks, spread to show a sweaty pink punker nestled in some moist downy hair.
“Wow.”
“What?” Tommy asked.
“You’ve got a nice arsehole,” Carl replied. “Good enough to eat.”
Tommy had hoped he would say that. He’d only been rimmed a few times and had always wanted more. Now Carl was slowly running his tongue up that sweaty taint with one goal in mind – his tight virgin pucker. He rubbed his nose on the hole before his tongue got there – and it was the kind of light stink he knew would stay under his nostrils long after Tommy had scarpered into the night.
“Put your tongue in mate.”
Carl’s dick jumped at the suggestion, and he took each hairy cheek in his hands, pulling them slightly further apart before rolling his tongue around the ring. Hearing Tommy’s moans, he drove it deep inside. Tommy’s anal chute was fragrant and just the right side of ripe. The stink of a real man. Deep, earthy and masculine. Carl was in heaven as he made love to that hole with his mouth, slurping, sucking spitting. He pushed each thumb just past the opening and prised it wider, making a nasty meal with the sweaty folds in front of him.
“Fucking hell mate.”
Carl just mumbled his response as he tried to get his tongue half as deep as that toy was gonna go. Tommy reached back and started to pull on his hard cock, leaking a trail of pre cum that made a glistening string between his piss slit and the cushions. Carl dipped down and licked it up, trying to keep the mess on his sofa to a minimum.
Turning to the coffee table, he reached underneath it and pulled out a bottle of lube. Tommy looked around to see Carl slathering the vibrator up with the sticky liquid. He felt a mixture of fear and pure boner-boosting horniness at the thought of it going inside him. Carl rubbed his lubey fingers up and down the hairy crack and slid one into the hole, garnering a loud moan of pleasure from his captive cunt. Then he pulled the finger out for a quick check – the coast was clear.
“Okay you ready to get fucked, you thieving cunt?”
“Remember mate, if it hurts…”
“Yeah right. You asked for this!” Carl sneered.
Tommy gasped as the fat vibrator teased his hole before sliding in, two inches first, then three, stretching his scally boy hole. He grunted at the pain, but the minute Carl flicked a switch on the vibrator, a switch was flicked in Tommy’s cunt too. The buzzing pleasure that shot through his prostate into his cock took his breath away. Hearing the sigh of pure lust, Carl took his cue and pushed another three inches. He reached out and gripped Tommy’s throbbing dick as he started to drive the vibrator in and out of him.
“Oh my fucking God!” Tommy cried, and Carl responded by pushing the remaining four inches forward into his anus.
He slid it back out, seeing the lube and bum juice glisten on the plastic before switching it to ‘swivel’ mode and pushing it deep again. Tommy trembled and writhed as the vibrator churned his insides up and tickled his g-spot until precum flowed freely from his prick.
“Wow you love that don’t you?” Carl sneered as he fucked him harder.
“Put your dick in!”
Carl stopped. “Seriously?”
Tommy didn’t look back at him, he just reached around and pulled his cheeks wider. His hole seemed to pucker around the vibrator that was still buried deep in his arse. The sight was intoxicating. Carl’s six inch fat tool was causing a flood in his pants so he was only too happy to release it. Pulling the vibrator slowly from Tommy’s cunt, he watched the wet hairs cling to it as it withdrew and left a juicy pink gape. Carl gave the vibrator a piggy lick before standing and unzipping, unleashing his wet member and slapping it directly on that tight hairy hole. Tommy responded by bucking his hips, smearing his juicy man snatch all over Carl’s girthy head.
“This isn’t your first time, is it?” Carl asked.
“With a dick yeah,” Tommy whispered. “Put it in. Put it in!”
His begging was almost enough to make Carl blow his load there and then. But he held back as he slid his wet knob past the already lubed and opened sphincter, feeling the intense heat of Tommy’s anal canal draw him deeper. He sank in slowly until he was balls deep, then reached up and gripped Tommy’s hair in his hand.
“This is what happens when you break into my home bitch!”
And with that he started to thrust hard, Tommy groaning with pleasure as Carl picked up the pace to a steady skin-slapping pound. He watched Tommy’s tight arse bounce as he barebacked it, feeling the scally thug’s ravaged arse meat quiver around his rigid weapon.
“You get fucking punished boy!”
Carl slapped that arse as he pounded it and Tommy reached down and started to jerk himself as he bolted on the cock. Soon they were meeting each other’s thrust in perfect harmony. Sticky, noisy, sweaty and urgent, they pounded hard and fast as their balls yearned to empty their goo.
“Take it you bitch. You fucking scummy thief, take my cock!”
Carl pounded harder and harder, twisting his hair around his fingers and yanking him all the way back until his face was pointed to the ceiling. He leaned over and started to kiss him from above. Messy, sloppy, their tongues swapping spit in an animalistic wrestle.
“Gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” Carl grunted before pulling his cock out of Tommy’s arse, swinging him round and forcing him to his knees.
“Open your mouth!”
Tommy did as he was told, lost in being a sub pig as Carl shoved his greasy, stinking cock in his mouth. As Tommy tasted his own deepest arse juices for the first time, it was an overload of lust and disgust that made his own balls explode their muck all over the Christmas tree. In return Carl closed his eyes, thrust one last time into Tommy’s throat and unloaded. Torrents of cum, built up over the week and now stirred by his drunken power trip, flooded Tommy’s mouth and throat until it spilled out around the edges and poured down his t-shirt to his wet dripping erection. Carl fell back, the high subsiding to be replaced by a complete sense of overwhelm.
He’d just almost been burgled – then had the hottest fuck he’d had in years with the burglar. What was going on?!
Tommy glanced over his shoulder at the Christmas tree and laughed.
“What?” asked Carl.
“Your Christmas angel. I’ve just give her a facial.”
Carl turned and looked at the innocent little angel atop the tree, splattered with seed. At least someone was getting a white Christmas…
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