Lucas the thief

It’s not a dream

The countryside was strange, but really beautiful. A lot of mountains far away surrounding the valley where I was now, with the ground full with poppies. But I was not strolling, I was flying, hovering that incredible idyll.

Of course I was dreaming, one of those wonderful dreams where you are able to fly. As every night I was sleeping next to Daniela, my wife, and both of us always slept with no clothes.

In my flight I could smell the poppies but I continued flying cause I intuited there was a nearby river and something in it was calling me to approach.

I needed no wings to reach a crystalline wide river and something I saw that would have made my dick really hard if I was awake, but of course in a dream you’re not conscious but your cock also gets hard. In a dream you can also travel in mythology: what I saw was a lot of naked naiads bathing in that river. They looked like women, but I sensed they were not human, they belonged to a higher level: they were naiads, that simple.

They didn’t see me and I looked around and reveled at the vision of their perfect boobs, big and arousing and sometimes I could even glimpse their perfect asses. I’d always wanted to fuck an ass, but Daniela had never allowed me.

But suddenly I felt all that landscape was moving, trembling as if in an earthquake, and the naiads were looking at me as if saying: open your eyes.

It was then that I really woke up and was startled. I saw a masked young boy, couldn’t see his face, and he was there comfortably jacking me off.

-Who the fuck are you? –I asked him. But instantly he put a hand in my mouth to silence me.

-Hush, my name’s Lucas Ridgeway. I entered your room and saw you totally nude and totally hard. I’m gay and your hard dick was calling me. I’ve entered to steal, but I have only taken your TV; I don’t have one now and I’ve seen your flourishing house is full of TVs and I have taken one. But if you allow me to jack you off I will return it later, I promise.

Well, there I was. I was frightened, but not so much. I believed in that young boy’s words. I didn’t think he would hurt me. I was also frightened that Daniela could wake up and saw a thief in our bedroom. Daniela Biosca is 29 now and she’s a reputed sculptress. She’s famous and she perfectly earns her living with her sculptures.

But I’m also rich. I inherited my family’s businesses and now it was me the only one who took care of the many petrol stations that we own. I’m John Tucker and I met Daniela five years ago. We have been two years married and being really wealthy both of us, we bought a villa full of gardens in a very luxurious area of the town.

Lucas kept on masturbating me, but started to talk.

-Well, my name’s Lucas Ridgeway, believe me, in case you want to report me after all. I’m a beggar, well almost. I will not tell you how hard my childhood was, with abusive parents. I ran away from then as a teenager and sometimes I’ve had some jobs: I’ve been a gardener, a waiter or a mechanic, for instance, but many times I didn’t have a job and have never been able to afford a house to live in. Now I’m squatting an old ramshackle house and since I have no job, the house has almost nothing. I ask for alms every day, but I have to survive. Sometimes I come to rich areas like this and rob money from these houses, not in yours though, for I don’t know where you have hidden your money, lol. I was never a gardener in this neighbourhood, though. I wouldn’t risk the owners of these houses could recognize me. But I saw one of your TVs and walking down your house I’ve seen at least five TVs and I thought I could well take one. But then I came to your upper floor, saw your bedroom door open and you were naked and so hard that I had to touch your dick. I’ve often had sex with some beggar friends. I love being fucked for instance, but I suppose you won’t like to fuck me.

I was being moved at Lucas’ words. I started to understand he’d lived a troublesome poor life and he was not hurting me; he was only jacking me off. Well, I would say nothing and allow him. What did it mean to me after all? But it was then that Daniel woke up. Lucas saw her and withdrew the hand he was masturbating me with to silence her now.

She became terrorized but it was Lucas who talked to her.

-Please I’m not gonna hurt you; I’m just masturbating your husband, for I guess he is your husband. I’ve stolen one of your TVs but I can return it later.

And he explained to her the same story he had told me before: what he was doing in our house and why. We both made a gesture then to him, begging he would let us speak. He took then both his hands from our mouths and resumed jacking me off. It’s true I can hold it for very long and his hands were strangely giving me fun. It was then that we introduced ourselves.

-My name’s John Tucker.

-And I’m Daniel Biosca, not Daniela Tucker. I was famous before I met John and I don’t know why the fuck a girl has to lose her surname when she marries, as if I were John Tucker’s belonging.

-Just the same as if I had been named John Biosca, it sounds absurd, doesn’t it? Just the same it sounds for her.

-I’m surprised that even in the 21st century, nobody ever questions this stupid habit –Daniela added.

-You’re right then, Mr. Tucker and Mrs. Biosca. Your sculptures are really good by the way. I’ve seen many around the house. There was one in the kitchen that I specially liked.

-Yes, that one is called the vaccination. It’s the sign of the times.

Lucas had been all that time jacking me off and it was then that I had to cum, filling the sheets with a long stream.

-Thanks for allowing me, John.

-Thanks for this unexpected fun, Lucas. Hope you don’t mind, Daniela, that your husband has enjoyed.

-Not at all, my love. Glad you’ve had that fun.

-Well, your TV is still on the kitchen table. I won’t steal it. And now, unless you want to report me, I’ll leave your house, unless of course John wants to fuck me.

Freedom can move your life and it can be seen even in the hardest conditions, together with love and friendship, happiness and beauty. Have a look at the life of eight beggars who live together at: https://luces-delatierra.blogspot.com/ or in English at: https://lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com/