Late night, the block is quiet except the chatter of a few corner boys. I lay in my bed watching "Family Guy". It was sure to be a peaceful night considering it had been raining all week and my room-mates were out of town. I could finally finish watching season seven. I turned the lights out, placed disc three into the player and plopped onto my bed knowing that I'd be asleep with in minutes of pushing play. Something about rainy nights, dark rooms and a television on that automatically knocks me out. I knew that I should have gone downstairs to lock the doors and make sure everything was secure, but I told myself I'd do it after the first episode went off. It's so hard to pull myself away from the show once I've jumped in. After about fifteen minutes into the show I could feel myself drifting to sleep as expected, but I was too stubborn to get up and do anything.
Before long I was out like a light. I could sub-consciously hear the menu screen playing over and over. I could also hear a bit of ruckus out side my window. After trying to ignore it for a while, it persisted and began to get louder to the point I could no longer sleep. I jumped out of my bed to turn off the television, turned on some Beyonce. I went down stairs to grab something to drink, lock everything up and turn on the alarm. I locked the front door, and walked towards the kitchen. Right before entering the kitchen I heard a few gun shots going off. My first reaction was to get down. I heard too many stories of bullets going threw walls here in North Philly. Okay, I couldn't help myself, I had to crawl to the window to peak out. It had gotten quiet so fast. I expected to see a body or two, but to my surprise when I looked out the window there was no one out there. Not even a sign that there had been shooting. The corner boys were standing on the corner as if nothing happened... confused, I continued to the kitchen for my drink pondering what just happened. I heard a noise coming from the back door. I'm thinking to myself, "Damn, I should have locked those doors"! I scurried over to the knife rack and grabbed the biggest thing I could reach.
Ducking behind the kitchen table I watched as my back door eased open. In walked a man dressed in all black. He moved like he was a part of a SWAT team, but his outfit was too ghetto. He had on some old beat-up black Tims, dusty black cargo pants, a fitted black thermal top and what looked like my aunts knees-highs over his face. Mind you my aunt is 5'4 and weighs 275lbs, so needless to say it was stretched out and had the nerves to have a run up the side of his face! Helplessly, I snickered to myself. "Pull yourself together Chad", I said to myself, noticing the gun in his hand. I had to think fast cause I realized I brought a knife to a gun fight. In that moment I thought, "Why me"?, "Why my house"? "Why tonight"? "No time for this. Think Chad, think"! Luckily for me he saw nothing in the kitchen that caught his interest. So here's the plan... Let him go to the front of the house, and I'll sneak out the back of the house. So far everything is going as planned... I'm beginning to think, what kind of burglar is he? Maybe this is his first time, he didn't check the kitchen at all to see if there was anyone in it. He also began to get clumsy and make a lot of noise as he moved through the house. Just as I began to move towards the back door, my cell phone goes off. "Ugh"! Why the hell did I even bring the damn thing down stairs? My unexpected house guest came racing back into the kitchen pointing his gun in my face, yelling at me to get on the floor. I could feel tears racing down my face as I lay on my stomach begging this guy to take what ever he wanted and just leave.... I swore to him that I wouldn't breathe a word of this to the cops if he'd just spare my life.
"Get the fuck up" he commanded! I quickly got to my feet, slightly at ease. Something about the baritone in his voice sent chills down my spin, and I could feel goosebumps on the back of my neck. "Where do you keep your money"? He asked... For some reason or another I started to get turned on. My fear mixed with his aggression made me feel like something straight out of a porno. "WHERE YOUR MONEY AT" he yells as he interrupts my fantasy. "This way" I whisper as I lead him upstairs. I began to think of other ways to get myself out of this situation... Thinking, maybe I'll kick him down the stairs as he follows me hoping that I'd knock the gun out of his hand, grab the gun... then I'd be in control of the situation. Or maybe I'd lead him into a dark room and hit him in the head with some hard! Maybe, I'll lead him into a dark room and put something hard in my mouth... I am quickly brought back to reality by the cold barrel tip being pressed against my back."Hurry UP" he exclaimed.
We got to the top of the steps and I wondered if he'd mind that I kept my money under my bed. I guess he could care less. We got to my bedroom door and we both stood at the entrance. He stood there staring at me as if he trusted I wouldn't try anything without his gun to my back. I stood there looking at him as he stood 5'8 weighing about 150, looking like he could have been a wrestler in high school or college. The way his muscles screamed to break free from that tight thermal top commanded I give him another frisking with my eyes. "Get in there" he said, waving his gun as to motion me to go into the room. I got down on to my knees and began to reach under the bed. I felt his eyes undressing me as I bent over to see where I was reaching. I felt his gun begin to be drag up my inner thigh. Could this really be happening??? Do I continue to grab for the money or do I just give him what he really wants? I feel his hands caress my ass firmly and my blood started to rush to my dick. I tried to get up and his soft baritone voice said, "Stay there".
He grabbed my pajama pants around the waist and pulled them down to my knees. I felt his full lips create a sensual suction on each cheek of my ass. He took his tongue and licked from the top of my crack downward towards my ass hole. He nibbled and continued to make his way down as far as he could get with out positioning himself completely under me. After licking my balls for a while, without restraint he thrust his tongue into my asshole, massaging it while slapping my ass with a perfect cup of the hand. It started to feel so good I looked back at him as he ate my ass for glory... For the first time I really got to see his face. He had a short cut with wavy hair, a rounded nose with soft eyes. chiseled cheek bones with a Philly beard. I could feel by the way he ate my ass and stroked my dick he was really enjoying himself. He opened his eyes long enough to catch me looking at him. "Turn the fuck around", he snapped showing me the gun. I put my head down confused. How am I supposed to feel? He broke into my house, put a gun to my face, and is eating my ass something nice. I tried to hold back the moans, but it felt like his tongue was going deeper and deeper until I could no longer hold back the sound that erupted due to extreme pleasure! "Oh, you like that"? He asked with an arrogant smirk on his face. When I thought it couldn't get any better his tongue began to vibrate (don't even ask me how he did it). I tried to compose myself so that when I moaned at least you heard the voice of a man, while my eyes rolled in the back of my head enjoying every stroke.
He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me from my knees, sitting me on the bed. Soft music continued to play in the background as he looked down into my eyes, and then to his belt buckle. Slowly, but willingly I reached for his belt, unbuckling it with anticipation to see what was on the other side. He placed the gun down on the night stand next to the bed. I'm sure he could tell that I wanted this, and I could tell that he wanted it even more. As soon as I opened his pants, the 36 waist pants fell from his 32 waist body. There he stood with that fitted black thermal top, strong brown skinned complexion hand firmly holding my shoulders. He wore navy blue boxer briefs that I could see were stretched due to the growth of his dick. This man entered my house with arrogance and stood before me with confidence. The boxer briefs hugged his firm ass tightly and I could see that his ball were big and juicy. His dick continued to grow as I struggled to pull it out of those boxer briefs. It felt like I was pulling some small animal out of his drawers. The head of his dick looked like a fat mushroom. I swear his dick had to have been one of the prettiest I've ever seen in my life. It had to be a good 10 and a half inches long, and about as thick as a bottle of platinum lube, with a slight curve to the left. I couldn't wait to fill my mouth with his thick goodness.
Before I could lick his dick he shoved it in my mouth. It caught me off guard, I had no time to prepare myself. I enjoyed giving head, but I like it on my terms. This quickly reminded me of what kind of person I was dealing with. This entire night would end up being about him. He's the type of guy who comes in, takes what he wants and leaves. I'm okay with that, now that I know what to expect... Hell, I kind of like it rough. He stroked my mouth with his dick slowly as if he was making love to my face. His dick filled my mouth so that I couldn't really suck up the juices that escaped the side of my lips. I grabbed the base of his dick with one hand and played with his balls with the other as I slurped until his dick was covered with the juices created in my mouth. His face displayed pleasure and I could see that he was impressed by the way my tongue rotated on his dick tracing every notable vein that lead to his fat head. I dropped my jaw and preceded to swallow his dick. I took a chance and grabbed his ass pushing him into my face until his dick filled my throat. He threw his head back, grabbed the back of my head and started pumping my mouth like it was the best head he'd ever receive.
He pulled down his boxer briefs and took off his shirt (finally), without asking or waiting for the invite he climbed on to my bed. I stood up over him admiring his body. He looked like he just walked out of some Greek god story. His body was cut in all the right places. He had the sexiest tattoo of a snake with it's tail starting where his neck meets his left shoulder wrapping around his chest, around to his back, coming down past his tight six pack leading to his V cut where the snakes head is biting an apple. Next to the apple was the beginning of his mighty dick that I just needed to feel inside me. He helped himself in to my night stand as if he knew I'd have some kind of lubrication in it. He pulled out my small container of Vaseline, dug three fingers into it and slapped it on his dick. Everything about him caused my body to respond to him. His soft eyes, his muscular body, his fat ass, his ten inch dick that curved to the left, down to his attitude that demanded I please him as if he was my man for life. As he lay on his back I climbed on to the bed, reaching for his dick. Now on all fours, I arched my back going to work on his dick once again to see how far down my throat I could get it. Each time I'd push it further, just to be interrupted with a gagging sensation. Something about me gagging turned him on. He held my head down every time I gagged. I saw he got excited, he reached over my back and grabbed my naked ass pulling me up. With his other hand he grab the side of my face and pulled me into him. I was reluctant to be face to face with this strange sexy man that is sending all five of my senses on a roller coaster ride.
His lips were so soft. He was an awesome kisser. He knew just how to kiss my neck up to my lips. He flipped me on my back and started licking all over my body as if he was worshiping my body. I squirmed all over the bed.... I tried to squirm all over the bed. He held me down with his strong masculine hands. Even though I know he broke in my house, when he touched me I felt so secure. He opened my legs and climbed in between them. I could feel him entering me. I JUMPED UP!!!! "Hold on buddy" I interrupted! "I know you supposed to be robbing me and all, but I don't know you and you don't know me. Reach in that night stand and grab a condom"! Without any words, he reached for the night stand, and I joked, "Don't worry, I have Magnum XL". We both laughed as he pulled out a condom, rolled it on and continued to enter me... It hurt... but it felt so good. I felt my body making room for him to have his way with me. In and out he stroked my ass. Faster, harder and deeper, he pumped passion into me. With each thrust I could feel his heavy balls slap up against my ass.
His god-like body hovered over me as he stare into my eyes. He fucked like a champ. Each stroke felt like I was experiencing euphoric pleasure on greater levels. I gripped my sheets as he dug deeper and deeper into me. I was noticeably 4 inches taller than him, but he lifted me up with ease putting me on top of him so I could ride his now pulsating dick. I automatically started bouncing up and down like a child playing on a moon bounce. My dick stood at attention from the moment he started eating my ass. My body molded to the shape of his dick and at that point I couldn't get enough of it. We could fuck until the sun came up and I'd still want more. After about forty-five minutes of rolling around, changing positions and near climatic orgasms he reached over to the night stand again. He pulled another condom from the drawer which concerned me a little. "Did the condom break"? I asked, "no" he replied... "put it on"... Now this had to be a dream! I gazed at his sweaty body as I rolled the condom onto my dick. He flipped onto his stomach and tooted his ass in the air waiting for me to put myself into him.
I slowly penetrated him nervous that I wouldn't be able to perform for him the way he did for me. The sweat made his ass glisten from the street lights, and made me that much more anxious to be inside him. His ass was so tight I felt every bit of him as my dick entered his body. Before long I noticed he was throwing his ass back on to me. He began to get loud with moaning and yelling out to me to fuck him harder! I slapped his as and watched it shake as his ass slapped up against my crotch. I held on to his slim waist and admired each muscle on his back that sent that snake on a very bumpy adventure down to his crotch area. "Harder" he managed to gasp between moans. He pulled me out of him longer enough to push me on my back and jump on my dick... He gyrated on my dick twisting and twerking, causing me to have all types of fits. No matter how much I urged him to slow down he continued to use my dick as his personal dildo. I held onto his round plump ass to brace myself for my climax. He started to bounce harder and harder on to my dick. Before I could get to my climax I felt something wet hit my forehead. I looked up in time to catch another shot of his hot creamy nut hit me on my cheek. He continued to bounce and bust! I felt his ass get tighter and grip my dick pushing me closer to my climax. He bounced again and got up! When he got up his tight ass hole gripped the condom off with him. That was the straw for me. I began to bust all over the place. My sheets were covered with our nut and sweat.
Without saying anything he got dressed and walked out my house, leaving me to wonder what did he come to my house for. I could still feel my ass throbbing as if he was still in it. I rushed down stairs to make sure that every door and window was locked. I immediately activated the alarm system, then I headed to bed. You may call it nasty but I didn't want to change the sheets. I wanted to lay in the musk of this crazy night.
Signed,
Chad
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