Forcing Burglar To Suck My 8 Inch Cock

I was in a hurry: feed the cats, grab a quick cool shower, then redress and drive to the downtown loft where for a fund raising cocktail party that night. I rushed in the house and must have barely shut the door, I forget. The cats were appreciative, as always, for their mid-afternoon treat, then I bounded up the stairs, undressed, laying everything out on the bed to be put back on, except for the my shirt; Ill put on a freshly ironed one for the event, I thought.

I hopped into the shower, turning the water on lukewarm, then cool. All I really wanted to do was cool down before redressing, so I'd be fresh for the flesh pressing that would ensue at the event. I didn't pay much attention when I heard the cats all run up the stairs, sounding as much like cattle as anything; they ramble about in the house all the time.

Sloshing out of the shower, I walked through my dressing room, dripping wet and towel in hand, thinking that I'd dry off under the ceiling fan in my bedroom. As I turned the corner into the bedroom, I realized why the cats had all run upstairs; there was a man - a stranger -- walking up the stairs.

"What the fuck," I lashed out at him, me dripping water from head to toe. He turned to run, but I grabbed one arm and yanked it behind him, pulling him close into me. I shoved him into the adjacent guest bedroom and onto the bed. "I calling the police, you asshole," I bellowed, louder than even I might have imagined.

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"Not the police," he pled, his voice smaller than his stocky, but muscular, physique. I have two raps against me, just let me go, please, I came into the wrong house."

"Wrong house," I demanded, even as I questioned. "Whose house were you supposed to be in?"

"My buddy," he apologized, his eyes wild with fear, his body thrown down spread-eagled on the bed. "Who is your buddy," I asked, knowing all my neighbors.

Silence was his answer; a fist to his chest was my reaction. "Fucker, what in the shit do you think you're doing?"

"Just don't call the police; I'll do anything," he whined.

"You sure will," I said, throwing the portable phone on the floor and reaching for his face, and mouth, and working it open and closed.

"What are you doing, man? Don't hurt me. What's happening...?" His voice became muffled when I straddled his chest and rammed my 8-inch cut cock into his mouth.

"Suck." And he was no newbie to cock, either. His suckling mouth sent one message, the bulge in his khakis another. "Cocksucker," I laughed in his face.

"No, no, he tried to mutter while shaking his head, his mouth jammed with thrusting cockstroke after another. Yanking his belt loose and unzipping his pants was his real answer, as his throbbing six-incher popped out of his plaid boxers, jerking to be free from the confines of the cloth.

I popped my cock out of his mouth and stood at the edge of the bed; him still mostly dressed, his cock jerking on its own. I threw him over on his stomach and whacked his great, hard rounded man's ass. "Uhm," was his muffled cry, his face buried in the bed covers. He lifted his ass off the bed; I whacked it again before pulling his pants down around his ankles and taking a fresh swat at his now bare butt, glorious in its exposed fleshy mounds.

"Fuck," he barked. "What are you doing?"

"Fucking with you, faggot, I said, smiling at the newly-discovered site of a wedding band. "Cocksucker," I taunted him.

"I'm no cocksucker," he tried to convince me, his voice obviously strained from the tension of the moment. "I'm married; I've never done this before," was his pathetic attempt at getting me to believe his half-cocked tale.

"Yeah, and I'm not massaging your throat with my cock, either. Shut up and suck."

...Twenty minutes later, his shirt off, and his face worked over by my cock...

"Your cock is wearing out my jaws," he tried.

"Yeah, and your jaws are working my cock just the way I like!" I continued thrusting my hips in and out of his mouth, his cock continued to jump and jerk free, until ...

"Fuck dude, I'm coming," I bellowed. "Me, too," he echoed, his hand never having touched his dick. I yanked my cock out of his mouth, only to spray his chest and stomach with ropes of cum; his dick spewed only slightly less, but it was intermingled with my cum all over him.

"Was that everything you thought it would be; everything you wanted," he asked, as he straightened his clothes?

"Yeah; I was just afraid that I might have forgotten something we talked about in the e-mails."

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