Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2015 19:38:45 +0000 (UTC) From: Bob Smith Subject: Late Night Intruders Chapter 1 Late Night Intruders I had just turned off the house lights and was getting ready for bed when I heard something disturbing the trash cans. "Damn. If the raccoons get the garbage all over the street again, I am going to be pissed." I looked out the kitchen window hoping to see how much damage they had done. In spite of the full moon I could not see anything. So far everything looked normal. The cans seemed covered. There was no trash tossed on in my backyard lawn. All was quiet. I stood in the darkened window anyway wondering what had made the noise. After a short time, as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I noticed a boy hiding near my trash cans. Since I was looking out of my dark kitchen, he couldn't see me but I could see him in the moon light. He removed the cover of the trash can and removed my Glad bag filled with that night's kitchen trash. He then dug around my garbage looking for something. He seemed to take out some of my tossed out chicken dinner and smelled it. He then took a tiny bit out of the chicken breast and when he found it to be eatable, took a big bite out and passed what was left to someone hidden from my view. Clothed only in my briefs, I quietly opened the side door and walked around to the back and the trash cans. The boy never saw me until I asked him, "Can I help you?' He looked at me in shock and was about to run away when I reached out and grabbed his arm. "Hang in there buddy. You're not in trouble. I just want to talk to you." He struggled to get out of my grasp. The next thing I knew, his little friend kicked me hard in the ankle. It hurt but not so much that I released the older kid. Instead, when his little buddy came back for another crack at my ankle, I grabbed him as well. "Let go of us, you fucker." The older boy said. "Let my little brother go." "Slow down little man. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to know why you're stealing my garbage." "We're not stealing it. We're just hungry and you threw it out, so you don't want it." "You're going dumpster diving for food?" "Yeah! Let us go or I'm going to call the cops." "That's a good idea. Let's call the cops or you can stop struggling, come into the house and let me feed you guys some real food instead of dumpster diving" The kids stopped resisting and looked at me. "Todd, I'm hungry and I'm cold" said his little old brother. "Ok mister. I will let you feed us and we won't call the cops." I released both boys. "Follow me," I said as I headed toward my back door. The boys followed me into my kitchen. When I turned around to look at the boys I was shocked. They were cute but filthy. Their hair was grimy, uncombed and streaked with mud. Their faces were marked with muck and caked on dirt. The older boy was wearing a light jacket, with torn sleeves. You could see the light insulation coming out of the seams. The jacket was grimy. The sleeves were too short for his young arms and he could not zip it up to protect himself from the cold. The younger one had on a winter jacket two sizes too large for him, Like his big brother, he did not have a functioning zipper and his coat was held together with a length of rope across his waist. Like his brother's coat, his jacket was grimy and had seen better days. I was about to tell the boys to take a seat when I noticed their jeans were just as bad as their coats. Their knees were covered in grime. The seats of their blue jeans were covered so thickly with mud that you could take a knife and carve the dirt off their butt. I told them not to sit down until I could put some towels on my chairs. I also told them to remove their sneakers as they were dirty as well. Unfortunately, once their sneakers were off, their socks were no better. At one time they may have been white but now they were a cross between gray and black. I sure didn't want my carpets stained with mud so I told them to take their socks off as well. Their feet were as dirty as their faces. Dirt ran from their ankles to their toes. It got worse when I told them to remove their jackets. There was still more dirt and crud on their shirts. Then the smell hit me. It was a combination of swamp and unwiped butt and the longer they stood in my kitchen the greater the smell woofed over the house. "Damn, you guys are ripe. How long you been on the road?" "About a month I guess" said the older of the two. "Well, you need a bath and your clothes need to be washed. Grab your socks and follow me." I took them to the laundry room and told them to take all their clothes off and put them in the washing machine. The younger guy took off his coat and tossed it into the machine along with his socks. He was unbuttoning his shirt when his older brother said to "Hold on." "You some kind of pervert," he asked me. "Huh! What do you mean?" "Well, you're in your underwear and you want us to get naked. You a pervert?" I laughed out loud. "I was getting ready for bed when I heard you guys outside. That's why I am in my briefs and if you want to eat and stay in the house, you need to get your clothes clean. You both stink. Your call. Get clean and eat or stay filthy and get your dinner in the garbage can. I will, however, put on a bathrobe so you're more comfortable." "Todd, please. I am cold and hungry. It's warm in here." Todd looked at me. Finally he tossed his jacket into the washing machine followed by his socks and shirt. He looked at me again when he took his pants off and pitched them into the machine. His underwear looked like the rest of his clothing. What were once white briefs were now gray. They hung on the little man. Clothes pins held Todd's together and the opening for his legs were so large his limbs look like spindles hanging out of the leg openings. The crouch of this underwear hung down almost to his knees. The little guy's was in the same shape. What were at one time cartoon briefs were no longer white. You could hardly recognize the worn out Sponge Bob through the dirt. They were two sizes too large and hung on his body. These kids were in bad shape. "What your name?" I asked the little guy. "I'm Mickey." "Well, Mickey. My name is Bob and I'm glad to meet you. I guess you were named after the mouse." He looked at me bewildered and then laughed. "You're funny." he said. "Follow me, guys. You can use my shower and while you're getting clean I will heat up something to eat." I brought them to the shower in the master bedroom. It was a shower that could be more easily be cleaned then the bathtubs in the guests' bedrooms. "Wow. This is one big shower." Mickey said. He was right. The shower was large enough for two people. It had two main shower heads across from each other and below them two hand held shower wands. Each side could control the water temperature separately. The room was designed to become a steam room if I merely turned a few knobs. It was all glass with a low Mable wall. It had a window that overlooked my backyard woods and swimming pool. The shower, and my pool, were the two luxuries I had no problem buying. "Mickey, Todd give me your underwear. I will put them in the washer alone with the rest of your clothing." Todd just stood there looking at me. "Come on, Todd, get undressed. You have nothing I haven't already seen. We're all guys here." Not waiting for his big brother, Mickey quickly ditched his underwear as I turned on each shower head. Once the water was warm I told the little dude to jump in the shower. Todd was reluctant to let me see his boy-parts but he didn't see many options so he dropped his drawers, covered his groin and stepped into the shower. I went off to find something for the boys to eat. When I checked in on them later, the room was filled with steam and the boys were luxuriating under the hot water. I turned on the exhaust fan and went to get them some clothes to wear while their clothes were getting washed and dried. My nephew was about Todd's size so I grabbed two pair of his sweat pants and two t-shirts. The boys would have to go commando until their clothes dried. As I dropped off their clothes I noticed that Todd was using the soap and wash cloth to clean himself but Mickey was just splashing water on his body. "Guys, when you come out there are some clothes for you on the counter. Towels are hanging on the hooks behind the door. Mickey, use some soap and a wash cloth. Todd, use lot of shampoo on your hair. It's been a while since you cleaned it" "Bob, can you help me with my hair." Mickey asked. "I will if it's ok with your big brother." "It's ok. He doesn't do a good job getting washed" Todd said. I took off my bathrobe, grabbed a stool and sitting in my briefs, I asked Mickey to hand me the shampoo. I knew I was going to get wet but figured if I sat by the door I might reduce some of the moisture that was going to head my way. He gave me the shampoo and turned his back to me. I covered his hair with the soap and started to launder his mop. It took three attempts before the soap came off his head clear. In for a nickel, in for a dime, I thought. "Mickey, hand me your wash cloth and the body wash." I started to wash the boys back and shoulders. I rubbed hard since the dirt was caked on. I avoided his butt and washed his legs. "Lift your feet up so I can get them washed." I asked. I rinsed out his wash cloth and filled it with body soap and attacked the rest of his back. Once most of his back was completed and looked clean, I attacked his butt. I cleaned his backside and then told him to bend over as I was going to clean his butt crack. The wash cloth looked like it had been a while since he had wiped his ass after taking a crap. "Turn around I want to wash your front." He turned around and faced me. He was sporting a cute little boy boner. "Hold out your arms so I can get them." I scrubbed his arms and pits and hands. Then I washed his chest and his belly. There was only one part left of his body to wash. "You want to do your privates or shall I do them for you?" He looked at his brother who just shrugged his shoulders. "You can do them for me." I filled the wash cloth with fresh soap and gently washed his groin. I cleaned his balls and then his perineal. When I was all done, his boner had not gone down. If anything it was harder. All two inches of his circumcised dick were standing straight out from his body. It didn't bother him at all that I was looking right at it from my position on the stool. If I leaned just four inches into him, I could be giving him head. I stared at it for a minute and then told him he was a handsome boy with a nice penis but get under the shower and rinse off the soap. He wiggled his dick at me, smiled and ducked under the shower head. "Todd, would you like me to wash your hair for you?"