The Intruder

The Intruder

Chapter 1

I pulled my truck into the parking lot of my apartment building. I had just been to the bank and the grocery store. I grabbed my groceries and headed to my second-floor apartment, I put the bags on my counter and threw all my dirty clothes into a laundry basket and took them to laundry room on the first floor. I work a rotating shift in a manufacturing plant, so when I had a day off during the week, it gave me a chance to take care of all those little menial tasks.

I loaded the washing machine, went back up to my apartment and put my groceries away. It was going to be another day above 90 degrees, so I decided a shower was in order, kicked off my flip flops, pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, I went back to my bedroom to grab a towel. I saw someone jump down behind my bed just as I turned on the light.

Startled, I yelled, “who’s there?”

I saw a head slowly look up over the edge of my bed, I asked, “who are you and what are you doing in my home?”

He rose a little more and was just staring at me, I suddenly realized I was standing there naked. He slowly stood up and walked from behind the bed.

He said, “sorry, I didn’t take anything, I just came in here to hide, they were chasing me, and I saw your door was open.”

I usually bunch the rug up in front of my door whenever I do my laundry, so I don’t lock myself out. He was about 5’6” tall, dirty blonde hair that hung to his shoulders, and if I had to guess, it hadn’t been washed or combed in several days, maybe weeks. He was wearing an equally dirty tank top and athletic shorts. If I had to guess, I’d bet he didn’t weigh over 120 or 130 pounds, his arms were not much bigger than my wrists.

I asked, “who’s chasing you?”

He shook his head, “you wouldn’t understand, just let me go and you’ll never see me again.”

I said, “you aren’t going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on.”

He was just looking at me, his eyes kept going to my dick. He suddenly darted for the door, I reached out and grabbed him. While we were about the same height, I was much more muscular than him.

I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him in, that’s when I felt his hard dick rub across my leg. I reached down and grabbed his cock and grinned, I asked, “what’s this, did you get turned on by seeing me stand here naked.”

He started to struggle again, “no, fuck off, just let me go.”

I held him tighter, “not until you tell me who you are and who is chasing you, maybe I can help.” I thought to myself, besides I want a look at that cock, it seems pretty big.

He looked up at me with those big sad eyes, “you can’t help me, just let me go.”

I grabbed both of his arms and said, “no, if someone is after you, I can help. We’ll call the police, and they will get…”

He shook his head, “no, no cops.”

That’s when I was hit with the smell, he had definitely not bathed in a while.

I said, “fine, no cops. At least stay and take a shower, I can give you some clean clothes and get you something to eat.”

I could see he was considering my offer, I think he really was hungry. He relaxed slightly, I pulled his shirt up over his head, he just looked at me, still unsure if he should trust me. I could see his ribs, he definitely needed something to eat. I bent over and pulled off the worn-out sneakers he was wearing. He continued to look me in the eye as I put my fingers in the waist band of his shorts and started to push them down. His hard dick sprang up as his shorts fell to the floor, I was right, it was big, at least 7 inches, thick and veiny. He watched me as I stared at it for a moment, our eyes shifted to my dick that also had suddenly hardened. I grabbed two towels and took his hand and led him to the shower.

He continued to look me in the eyes as I guided him under the water, I squirted some shampoo into my hand and started to rub it into his hair. He closed his eyes as I massaged his scalp, cleaning several days or weeks of grime out of his hair. I shampooed his hair again and most of the tangles started to come out, our hard cocks brushing against each other from time to time. Neither of us seemed to be bothered by that, in fact we both got even harder. I grabbed a washcloth and squirted it with body wash and started to clean him, going over every inch of his body. Damn, this kid needed to eat, he was just skin and bones. Once I had his back and chest clean, I moved down to his legs and feet, God, it was torture being that close to that cock and not just devouring it. I turned him around and started to clean his ass, he sighed as I worked the cloth in his crack. He spread his legs slightly allowing me access to his pucker, once his ass was cleaned, I turned him back around to go to work on his dick. I squirted some more soap into the cloth and wrapped it around his cock. He let out another deep sigh and had to steady himself, he put one hand on the wall and the other on my shoulder. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, once I had cleaned his cock and balls, I set the cloth down and wrapped my lips around his dick. He gasped as his eyes flew open and he looked down at me bobbing up and down, his hands instinctively went to the back of my head. Within a minute, his breath quickened, and his nuts pulled up tight and he groaned as he filled my mouth with his spunk. Once his spasms stopped, I let his cock fall from my mouth and stood and pulled him in for a kiss, feeding him his own cum. After we had swallowed all of his cum, he reached down and picked up the washcloth and started to clean me just as I had done to him. When he finished cleaning my dick, he started to suck me into his mouth. Before he had me ready to cum, I pulled him up for another kiss.

I said, “I don’t want to cum yet, I want to fuck you.”

He just looked up and nodded, we finished rinsing off and dried each other before heading to my bedroom. We lay on the bed and kissed for a few minutes, I rolled him onto his stomach and spread his legs apart. I bent down and started to rim him as he moaned and grabbed onto the sheets. Once he was good and wet with my spit, I lay on top of him and started to kiss the back of his neck as I rubbed my cock along the crack of his ass. He reached back and spread his cheeks as I worked my dick into his warm velvety hole. We both moaned as I started to piston in and out, he thrust his ass back up at me with every stroke. I was starting to pick up speed, when he suddenly stopped, he looked over his shoulder at me.

He said, “I want to ride you.”

I smiled, “sure, anything you want.”

I rolled onto my back as he squatted over me and lowered himself onto my stiff member. He was facing me as he rose up and down, his big dick bouncing against my stomach on every stroke. The look on his face was pushing me past the point of no return. I took a hold of hips and pulled him down on my cock as far as I could and filled his hole with the biggest load I had shot in a long time. As he milked the last drop from my dick, his own cock squirted another small load all over my stomach and chest.

He looked down at me and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

I smiled at him, “it’s ok.”

I pulled him back down for a kiss, smearing his cum all over both of our stomachs.

I said, “let’s go clean up and I’ll find us something to eat.”

He nodded and followed me to the bathroom. Once we cleaned up, we each wrapped a towel around our waist and headed to the kitchen. I pulled a frozen pizza from the freezer and put it in the oven.

I said, “it should be ready in about 20 minutes, would you like something to drink?”

He said, “sure, whatever you have is fine.”

I grabbed a couple sodas from the fridge and handed one to him and asked, “so, what’s your name?”

He took a drink and looked up at me, still unsure if he should trust me, he said, “they call me Petey.”

I smiled, “nice to meet you Petey, I’m Dustin.”

He gave me half a smile, “thanks for the shower and well, you know… and also for feeding me, it has been a couple days.”

I asked, “so, you have no place to live?”

He shook his head, “it’s ok, I have a few places that I stay.”

Still concerned, I asked, “do you have a job, so that you can buy food?”

He took another drink and said, “I do odd jobs and do ok, it’s just been a bit since I had any work. Something will come along.”

I asked, “so you said someone was after you, what is that all about. Maybe I can help you with that.”

He looked at the floor, “it’s nothing, it’s just a misunderstanding with the last guy I did a job for.”

I pressed on, “what kind of job?”

He shook his head again, “it’s nothing, I’ll work it out.”

I could tell he was getting upset, so I didn’t ask any more questions. I said, “let me see if I can find you something to wear, I can throw your clothes in the washer after we eat.”

I found an old pair of shorts that were a little small for me and I gave him a T-shirt. They were a little baggy on him, but at least they were clean. I pulled the pizza from the oven and cut it, I gave Petey a plate and two pieces, I took a piece for myself and grabbed each of us another soda. Before I finished my piece of pizza, Petey had eaten both of his. I gave him two more pieces, he ate them just as quickly.

After he finished them, I asked, “did you get enough? I can cook another pizza if you want more.”

He said, “no thanks, that’s more than enough.”

I reached up in the cabinet and pulled out a package of cookies that I bought earlier today. I said, “I need desert, help yourself if you want some.”

He ate a couple of cookies as we talked for a few more minutes. I said, “I have to go get my laundry, I’ll throw your clothes in the washer and be right back.”

I went to the laundry room and got my clothes from the dryer and put his in the washer. I went back up to my apartment, Petey wasn’t sitting at the table, I checked in the bathroom, he wasn’t there either. I looked in my bedroom, his shoes weren’t where I had taken them off of him earlier.

I ran downstairs and outside, I didn’t see him anywhere.

 

To be continued…