Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2008 18:54:48 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Caught Stealing

CAUGHT STEALING
BY MOORE

CHAPTER ONE

Steven Ross, disbelieving his eyes, replayed the emailed
video clip for the fifth time in as many minutes. He was
frantic with worry that everything he had worked so long
and hard for was hanging by a slim thread. What was I
thinking, he thought, glancing at the canvass bag on his
bed that held the cash proceeds of his high school's
craft fair. My summer job with Senator Jackson, my full
scholarship to Yale; money was tight, true, but to risk
it all for a mere $1,500 was insane.

Steven's thoughts were interrupted by his father's shout
from downstairs that he had a telephone call. "Be right
there, dad," he shouted back.

"Who is it?" He asked.

"Larry Parker," his father replied. "He said he was a
friend from school. His dad gave the money to build the
Parker wing at the hospital, right?"

"That's him," Steven said, "but we're not really friends.
"I wonder why he's calling me?"

"Only one way to find out, son. Here's the phone."

"Hello, Larry."

Larry got right to the point of his call. "Hey, Steven,
did you see the video I sent this afternoon? You got big
trouble, pal."

Steven slumped against the wall, unable to speak. "What
do you want?" He finally asked after several silent
moments.

"You," Larry said smoothly. "Come to my house...right
now."


CHAPTER TWO

The Parker house was a huge colonial set well back from
the street on ten acres of landscaped grounds. A tennis
court and olympic sized pool were served by a cabana that
was bigger than Steven's house.  The long cobble stone
driveway, flanked by mature elm trees, ended at a pair of
massive, carved doors.

Steven rang the bell and waited. The door was opened by
a black man who ushered him inside. "Master Lawrence is
waiting for you in his bedroom. Up the steps, young man,
third door on the right."

Larry closed and locked the door, then turned to Steven
and said. "Glad you could make it."

"What choice did I have?"

"None really, seeing as I caught you stealing. Video cell
phones are absolutely amazing. I plan to email that clip
to Mr. Anderson, the principal, to the dean of admissions
at Yale...your life will be toast and you might even go
to jail. How much did you get?"

Steven gulped. "There was $1,500...you could have half,
no, all of the money."

"Don't want it or need it," Larry said smugly. "Though I
do want something from you to keep the incriminating
video to myself."

I'll do anything he wants, Steven thought immediately,
sensing a chance to save himself. "What do you want from
me?"

Larry relished the moment before dropping the bombshell.
"A blow job."

"A what!!?"

"A blow job, Steven, head. You do know what that is?"

Steven nodded and inched towards the door. He thought
briefly about running away, but then changed his mind
because of the video. "No, I'm mean yes. I mean sure I
know what a blow job is, cocksucking, but I can't give
you one."

"Sure you can...and you will very soon if you want to
save your ass. I set the timer on my email program and
the video clip goes out at four thirty."

"But I'm not a homosexual," Steven protested, looking at
the big clock on the wall. It was four o'clock. "I'm not
a faggot."

"Just a fuckin' thief," Larry reminded him. "And very
soon, if you know what's good for you, you'll be going
down on my dick. You don't have to be a fag to suck a
cock."

Steven had often wondered what it would be like to suck
a cock again. He had done it three years ago with his
cousin from California and it had been great fun. The
chance to do it again was exciting, though he could not
let Larry know. He had to pretend to give in to the
blackmail. "Okay, I'll do it," he said, "but I won't like
it."

"Good boy," Larry chuckled. "Now take off all your
clothes!"

"Why?" Steven asked, resigned to his fate as the minutes
ticked away. "Why do I have to be naked to blow you?"

"Because I said so, cocksucker." Larry replied with a
sneer.

Steven stripped slowly, desperately trying to hold back
the tears of shame and humiliation; and mostly the fear
that Larry would notice his burgeoning erection. "Oh,
please," he pleaded when he was down to his tented jockey
shorts. "Can I..."

"Nope," Larry said firmly, very much in control. "Take
'em off and get on your knees over by the mirror. I want
you to see yourself with my dick in your mouth."

Steven, acting humbled and defeated, did as he was told.
Tears clouded his vision as he walked across the large
room. The naked boy reflected in the mirror was shaking
like a leaf as he dropped to his knees on the thick
carpet.  He shut his eyes as Larry stepped towards him,
feeling rather than seeing Larry's nylon covered crotch
against his face. Feeling rather than seeing his penis
growing erect.

"Take my dick out for me," Larry instructed. "No hands,
cocksucker, use your mouth."

It took Steven three tries to pull down Larry's gym
shorts with his teeth.  The Calvin Klein jock strap
underneath yielded on his first attempt. The smell
reminded him of the locker room at school, musty and
dank, but slightly intoxicating.

"You got fifteen minutes to get me off, cocksucker,
before the email goes out."

Off, Steven thought with joy, opening his eyes to the
sight of Larry's throbbing erection bobbing inches from
his face. I hope he means what I think he means. "What do
you mean by off?" Steven asked, though he already knew
the answer.

Larry, cock firmly in hand, rubbed the purplish head
under Steven's nose. Then he moved down to Steven's lips
and meeting little resistance pushed into his mouth. "Off
means off, oh shit this feels so good. You get off when
you jerk off, don't you? Now suck my dick and get me
off."

Steven whimpered for Larry's benefit then gave a little
suck on the head. The taste was as exciting as he knew it
would be. "In my mouth?" He mumbled helplessly and then
clamped his lips around the ridge.

"That's right, cocksucker, I'm going to get off in your
mouth. That's half the fun of getting a blow job, cumming
in the cocksucker's mouth."

Steven sucked. Not well, but well enough to stimulate the
rock hard penis in his mouth and bring Larry to the brink
of a tremendous orgasm. Steven gagged slightly as Larry's
organ surged and then semen filled his mouth. Spurt after
spurt of warmish semen, five huge spurts in all, which he
swallowed reflexively. Sperm oozed from the corners of
his battered mouth, pure and milky white at first, then
a messy mass of stringy, frothy goo hanging from his
chin.

The smell of spent sperm assaulted his nose, pungent to
be sure, though not unfamiliar. But the smell was nothing
compared to the slippery texture and salty taste. Sperm
coated his tongue, turning it white, and clogged his
taste buds to the exclusion of all else. Steven relished
it all.

Larry went limp in Steven's mouth, remaining there for
several minutes longer until his heart rate returned to
normal. He pulled out, completely satisfied, then used
Steven's shirt to wipe the sticky sperm and saliva off
his dick and balls. "Not a bad blow job," he said, "and
you got me off with two minutes to spare."

Steven, dazed, looked at the clock. It was four twenty
eight. He tried to stand up, then crawled to his pile of
clothes when his rubbery legs failed to support his
weight. He was buttoning his semen stained shirt when
Larry, wearing only his jock strap, nudged him with his
foot.

"Yup," he said, "not a bad blow job. Though I suspect
you'll get better with practice, cocksucker."

Steven swallowed his smile, secretly hoping that Larry
would make him do it again? "I'm not a cocksucker," he
stammered as the forced tears rolled down his cheeks to
mix with the semen on his chin. "Not a cocksucker."

"Not just a cocksucker," Larry answered back with a
laugh. "My cocksucker...my fag, and you'll do what I
say."


CHAPTER THREE

"Dinner in an hour, son," Steven's dad called out. It was
just the two of them since his mom died a year ago. His
dad, a math teacher at the local middle school, was a
pretty good cook.

Steven did not stop at the kitchen as he usually did, but
raced upstairs to the bathroom to wash his face and brush
away the taste and smell of Larry's sperm. He loaded up
with toothpaste and although he brushed for five minutes
the taste remained. Not as strong as before, but present
in the back of his mouth. He hoped his father wouldn't
notice the smell of sperm on his breath.

While changing his shirt, Steven realized that he had to
tell his dad about the canvass bag. Confess to the theft
and suffer the consequences, he thought, or suffer the
consequences of being Larry's fag. He brushed his teeth
again then went downstairs to face the music.

"For safe keeping over the weekend, of course," was his
dad's response to Steven's admission over a dinner which
Steven barely touched. "Somebody might have stolen the
money if you hadn't taken the bag home. I'll call Bill
Anderson right now and let him know we have the money."

Steven waited nervously while his dad made the telephone
call to the principal. His joy knew no bounds when his
dad returned with the news.

"Bill Anderson is putting a letter of commendation in
your school file and sending a copy to Yale.  You're also
getting a special award at graduation."

"I didn't do that much," Steven said, feeling a little
guilty. "No big deal, dad."

"Honesty is always a big deal, son. Another boy might
have stolen the money. How about if I wash and you dry
tonight?"

The telephone rang while Steven was drying the last few
dishes. His dad went to answer the call. "Larry Parker
again," he called out from the hall.

Steven's heart raced as he picked up the phone. He was
off the hook, the video was now worthless, yet he could
not forget what Larry had made him do just a few hours
earlier and the excitement he felt with Larry in his
mouth. Despite all the brushing the faint taste of semen
still lingered in his mouth.

"Hello," Steven said as calmly as he could. "What do you
want?"

"You, cocksucker," Larry responded with a laugh. "Come
over tomorrow morning, I'll be wanting another blow job."
"No, I'm not coming." Steven said confidently and then he
explained what his father had done.

Larry seemed unimpressed with Steven's lucky break. "No
matter," he said, "you still sucked my dick and I got off
in your mouth...and I made you swallow.  Millions of my
sperms are swimming in your belly and I bet you can still
taste my cum."

Steven shuddered involuntarily, he could faintly taste
the semen in the back of his mouth though he wouldn't
admit that he liked it. "Your word against mine, Larry.
I'll deny it and no one will believe you."

Larry Parker's laughter sounded ominous. "Oh, but they
will believe me when I release my newest video. Check
your email, faggot, then call me right back."

Steven, still confident but wary, raced up to his room
and logged on to his email. He deleted the earlier one
from Larry then scrolled down the incoming junk mail to
find a new one, addressed to "MY COCKSUCKER". Like the
first one from Larry, this one also had a video attached.
He nervously clicked on the icon and sat back to watch.

He did not watch it all. Five minutes later, Steven, pale
as a ghost and shaken to the core of his being, could
barely walk down the stairs to the phone, much less punch
in Larry's number. He got it right after several wrong
numbers. When Larry finally answered all he could whisper
as meek as a lamb being lead to the slaughter house was,
"What time do you want me?"


CHAPTER FOUR

Steven arrived thirty minutes early at the Parker estate.
Larry had warned him not be late. His eyes were red from
crying and lack of sleep, visions of the video kept him
tossing and turning in bed the entire night.

The explicit, frankly pornographic video contained every
humiliating and degrading moment of yesterday's sexual
encounter. It was all there in high definition, from the
time he had removed his clothes and knelt naked before
the mirror, through the sloppy sucking and Larry's orgasm
and the creamy white semen seeping from the corners of
his mouth.  There were closeİups too, photos of Steven's
face with the head of an erect penis poised at his lips
and halfway in his mouth, and others with long strands of
semen hanging from his chin. Anyone who saw the video or
the photos would surely believe that Steven Ross was a
homosexual. That threat of exposure tempered his desire
to suck Larry's cock again.

Better to be exposed as a thief, Steven thought as he
stood at the massive front door to Larry's house, then to
be exposed as a... He could barely think about the words
that others would use if they saw the video let alone say
them...homosexual, faggot, and worst of all, cocksucker.
There was no greater put down at school than to call some
one a cocksucker. He rang the doorbell and awaited his
fate, thinking all the while that he was probably gay.

"You know what to do," Larry said as he closed and locked
the door to his room.

Steven silently removed all of his clothes and dropped to
his knees in front of the mirror. His dick was already
hard. "I'll blow you," he said plaintively as Larry,
naked and sporting a mighty erection, approached. "Only,
please," he lied convincingly, "I'm begging you. Do you
have to do it, I mean, do you have to cum in my mouth
this time? The taste of cum is really awful."

Larry rubbed the head of his penis around Steven's sealed
lips. "Remember what I told you yesterday? Now open up
and take my dick, cocksucker. Kiss it before you suck
it."

Steven nodded and opened his mouth, the words echoing in
his mind. 'That's half the fun of getting a blow job,'
Larry had said, 'cumming in the cocksucker's mouth.' And
half the fun of giving a blow job, he thought, as he
kissed the moist tip of Larry's rigid cock.

Larry slowly pushed into his mouth one inch at a time,
coaching Steven to relax and breath through his nose. He
paused when he felt resistance at the top of Steven's
throat and said, "You look pretty good with half my dick
in your mouth, cocksucker, look in the mirror. How's it
feel to be used like a fag?"

Wonderful, Steven thought, though he would never admit it
to Larry.

"Can't bear to look at yourself with a big cock in your
mouth?" Larry continued when Steven's eyes remained
closed. "Well, you can always watch your video, faggot,
and so can everyone else if you don't suck me good."

Steven quickly found his rhythm, bobbing his head back
and forth, while sucking as hard as he could to please
this evil yet wonderful boy who controlled his future.
Cum already, he thought, anxious to taste the sperm that
would eventually fill his mouth.

"Oh, yeah, I'm cumming," Larry shouted as if he could
read Steven's thoughts. He grabbed the back of Steven's
head to hold him in place, "fuck, yeah, cumming in a
cocksucker's mouth."


CHAPTER FIVE

The final weeks of school dragged on and Steven, like the
other seniors, was bored. The full scholarship to Yale
was complete and his internship with Senator Jackson was
set to begin after the Fourth of July weekend. The video
remained a secret and would remain so, Larry assured him
after each blow job, as long as he did as he was told.

He stopped counting after the second week. Larry was a
lusty, highly sexed teen who could climax several times
a day and Steven was always available to service his
needs. Larry used him at home, only in his bedroom at
first, then out by the pool. Naked in the sun for hours,
and multiple blow jobs, until his tan lines disappeared
along with the pretense that he was not enjoying his role
as Larry's cocksucker. He sucked eagerly now, all but
smacking his lips after each of Larry's ejaculations.

"You've cum in my mouth so many times," Steven replied to
Larry's observation. "I guess I've developed a taste for
your sperm."

"And my dick," Larry offered, straddling Steven's head.
"You've been getting hardons, pal, and I don't have to
force you to blow me anymore. You know what I think?"

Steven completed the long slow lick up the underside of
Larry's turgid organ. "What?"

"I've turned you into a fag."



EPILOGUE

Senator Lloyd Jackson looked like a Senator. Tall and
thin with just a touch of distinguished grey at his
temples, he had the respect of his colleagues in the
Senate on both sides of the aisle and frequently served
as an advisor to the President. A widower, Jackson drew
women like flies to a pot of honey, and was deemed the
most eligible man in Washington, DC. His secret lust for
teenaged boys, known only by his gay chief of staff, was
frequently satisfied by the interns in his office.

Steven Ross served the Senator well during his summer
internship; daily on his knees in Lloyd Jackson's private
office and weekends in the bed at the cottage in Virginia
countryside. "I'm the Senator's personal cocksucker," he
told Larry Parker during a telephone call at the end of
the summer. "And I owe it all to you. I sure hope I find
some guys to blow at Yale."

"There's faggots at Yale," Larry assured him. "You'll
find guys to suck off...maybe even your roommate when he
finds out you're a fag. Call me again when you settle in
next week."

Freshman housing at Yale, two students per room and a
common bathroom/shower area on each floor, suited Steven
perfectly. Naked young men abounded, Steven reported to
Larry during their next conversation.

"My roommate's a homosexual too, just like me. Though I'm
the better cocksucker according to the straight guys on
the floor. He's the better pussy, Larry,...how come you
never fucked me?"