Date: Fri, 7 Aug 2020 03:34:31 +0000
From: Jeff Ennig <Jennigmata@hotmail.com>
Subject: Beautiful Burglar Boy - Chapter 10

Please remember to support Nifty.

Beautiful Burglar Boy - Ch. 10
By Jeff Ennig

*Remember when I moved in you, the holy ghost was moving too, and every
breath we drew was hallelujah.*

As I continued my rhythmic movements, gently but firmly hitting that spot
over and over and over, Ollie's soft moans raised an octave and became a
piercing squeal, singing a note so high it almost sounded pre-pubescent,
while he thrust his ass upwards to meet me and clenched his muscles down
around my invading cock. Recognizing the signs, I thrust all the way in,
held myself in position, moved my mouth over his and shoved my tongue
inside him and held myself over his mouth to keep the neighbors from
hearing his squeals. I held still inside him and kept my mouth firmly over
his, waiting for him to slowly come back down.

His arms flailed in desperation and lunged for my ass to try to force me
back into my rhythmic fucking motions, and he groaned loudly into my mouth,
frantically seeking release as I continued to hold him down, and began to
tease him with my hands all over his smooth, firm young body, silently
teaching him the wonders of edging. I grabbed each of his hands, and gently
but forcefully pulled them off my ass and onto my upper back, slightly
shaking my head back and forth a couple times without unlocking our lips as
I released my grip on his hands and went back to teasingly stroking his
every sensitive surface. I gave a few short thrusts in and out of his chute
in order to keep myself hard, but otherwise left his tight, hot ass alone
as I continued to roam every part of him with my fingertips.

Still quietly exploring every corner of his young mouth with my tongue,
preventing any of his moans of ecstasy from escaping into the summer night,
I began to softly caress him all over, my fingers gently and slowly
stroking along the perky edges of his cute little ears, the tender flesh of
his neck, the nerve-filled edges of his clavicle, his firmly aroused light
brown nickle-sized nipples, his baby-smooth and lightly-muscled pecs, the
hard ripples of his developing four-pack abs, the smooth skin covering the
contours of his waistline, dragging up at a tortuously slow pace along the
length of his mouth-wateringly perfect, athletic teen legs, and tickling
across his soft matte of leg hair, circling his ankles, running along the
soft soles of his athletic young feet, all the way to the tips of his young
toes, and then slowly back down again, making my way all the way back,
painstakingly slowly across every surface, until back to caressing his
delectable little ears again, before wrapping my hands firmly around the
back of his neck and the base of his skull, opening my eyes, hoping to
stare into those beautiful brown windows into his troubled soul.

As I held his head firmly in place in my hands, my hips locking into his
ass with my cock firmly implanted inside of him as I thrust in and out just
barely enough to stay hard, his knees still stretched over his torso and
his hips resting comfortably on two pillows to maintain the best angle, he
opened his eyes, and behind the glazed-over veneer of delirious passion,
his brown eyes stared back into mine, and our souls danced together as he
looked into me with complete trust.

In that moment, I felt so complete, taking this beautiful young buck into
my arms, gently holding him as I remained inside him, enveloping and
protecting him as he offered himself freely to me. A tear formed in my eye
as I saw the same form in his eyes, and I kissed into him with renewed
passion, and began slowly increasing the pace of my thrusts in and out of
his warm, velvety-smooth, tight little ass, slapping my thighs and balls
against his firm buns.

We kept at it in this position for another minute before I pulled out of
him completely, set one pillow aside, gently flipped him over and nudged
him up onto his knees as I lined up behind him to mount him again. I parted
his glorious buns to gaze upon his gaping brown rosebud, lined up the head
of my dick to this opening, and pushed back inside of him in one smooth
stroke, my hips again coming back into contact with his tight ass cheeks
and my balls slapping up against him as my hair scratched at the soft and
newly reddened skin of his butt above his entrance. I wrapped my hands
around his waist, and proceeded to find a medium-paced rhythm of stroking
in and out, striking against his prostate each time I bottomed out inside
of him. He began to moan again, and leaned downward to bury his face in the
pillow to muffle his noises. He rocked backward to eagerly meet my thrusts
as his muffled moans spurred me on to continue my gently plundering of his
mind-blowingly tight young ass. His hands reached back to attempt to grab
my ass, succeeding only in reaching the front edges of my hips, as he dug
his fingertips into my flesh and tried to pull me further into him.

The vice-like grip of his velvety chute was driving me completely
mad. Again, worried that one or both of us would finish too soon, I slowed
my pace, thrust completely inside of him, put my left hand on his lower
back, leaned over to reach my right hand onto his shoulder, and pulled his
upper back up toward me as I directed him to arch his lower back. I didn't
mind doggy-style for a little bit while I topped, but it was not nearly
enough body contact for my tastes, especially as I set my focus upon
deepening a bond with a young man like Ollie. I held his shoulders and
upper back against my chest, keeping my left hand on his lower back for
leverage, as I leaned forward, continuing to thrust slightly in and out,
gently stimulating his love button while I reached my right around in front
of his throat and over his shoulder, cradling him into me as I leaned my
head forward over his left shoulder, nibbled along his ear and whispered to
him as he felt my cock move inside of him, "You are such a strong, brave
young man, Ollie. You are safe here, Ollie. I'm so proud of you,
Ollie. Thank you for making me a happy man, Ollie. I'm so impressed by you,
Ollie. You are a wonderful, amazing, special young man, Ollie."

I let my words sink it while I continued to move inside him, as he huffed
and grunted along to the rhythm of my short thrusts. I thrust more
forcefully into him, striking his prostate at every movement, while my
right-hand fingers found their way to a nipple and pinched and massaged it
while I continued to tease his ear, driving the boy wild as he writhed and
wriggled in passion. The time had come to stop teasing the boy and seal the
deal, forever making him want to come back for more.

I slowed my thrusts, gripped his waist, and withdrew myself from inside of
him. I pressed and pulled at his hips to twist him over again, restored the
pillows to their previous position, and rested his narrow teen hips down
upon their cushions while Ollie looked up at me glassy-eyed and sweating. I
stroked up and down his beautiful legs as I held them up and apart, as I
lined up to dock our bodies together again, pressing my tip against his
puffed-out rosebud. I applied a bit more lube to myself, pressed in and
sank slowly all the way in until the boy could again feel the balls of his
protector resting against his firm cheeks and the bulging head of my cock
press once more against his prostate.

I began slowly but firmly thrusting in and out of him as I released his
legs, my hands quickly replaced by his to hold his athletic young teen legs
up and apart, took some more lube onto my hands, and reached down to begin
stroking the boy with one hand and gently manipulating his plump young
balls in the other. I continued methodically pulling out to the tip and
pushing in again to the hilt as I locked eyes with my boy, staring into the
depths of his troubled young soul as he felt me move inside him. I felt his
thick young cock begin to fully inflate as I stroked up and down the length
of his perfectly-formed shaft and gently rolled and squeezed his heavy teen
balls. Then I began to softly tease along his perineum with my fingertip as
the rest of my hand clutched around his wonderfully thick 7-inch shaft,
while my other hand continued with his balls and tickled lightly along his
taint. He bit down on his lower lip as he moaned, never breaking his stare
back at me, looking up into the soul of the man who cared for him in this
world. Ollie rocked his hips slowly back and forth to match my rhythm as he
continued to hold his legs back to allow me to penetrate him more fully.

I picked up the pace of my thrusts, settling upon a medium pace that
wrested moans of delight from my young house guest each time I struck his
love button, and he began to move his narrow young hips up with greater
force to meet my strokes. I released my hand from his balls, continuing to
stroke and squeeze at the thick tip of his beautiful 7-inch cock while with
my other hand, I caressed along his abs and to his chest and back again,
unable to resist feeling the glorious golden-tanned skin of this beauty's
torso. The boy released one of his legs and reached down to grab hold of
one side of my hips, pulling me into him furiously as I continued to stroke
him and press against his button. His moans began to increase, and soon the
moans turned back to that high-pitched squeal as I continued my rhythmic
motions and slapped repeatedly against his firm teen ass. He broke eye
contact as his eyes rolled back into his head, and panting and huffing
furiously, he released my hip to cover his mouth with his arm, and kept up
the rhythm of meeting my thrusts with his strong, narrow hips and tight,
firm ass. His chute stayed tight and warm the whole time, driving me
completely wild as I looked down at this stunning beauty whom I had
conquered. Finally I saw him approaching the edge, as I too began to feel
the familiar delights of nearing completion. I huffed and puffed, squeezed
firmly around his cock and dug into his chest, as he released his leg and
dug back into my hip, clenched his tight teen ass muscles around me,
pressed his arm into his mouth, let out a piercing but muffled squeal, and
erupted in an epic explosion of passion.

His first shot launched past his head and landed in a splatter on the
headboard behind. At the sight of his first eruption, my mind nearly
exploded in ecstasy and my whole body shivered in passion as his
tightly-clamped chute drew out of me an epic load, shot deep inside this
beautiful boy. I grunted out as I locked my hips against his tight ass and
unleashed still another load, as the boy launched a second load of his own,
landing on his beautiful face, and then a third and fourth landing on my
hand as it dug into his chest, a fifth landing on my arm and onto his
four-pack teen abs, and a sixth coaxed out by my slowly stroking hand as it
dribbled out onto the base of his teen cock.

Quickly, I grabbed his knees to fold him back while I leaned over him and
pressed myself deeper into him, seizing his mouth with my tongue while my
deflating cock still remained embedded inside his tight young ass. I
released his legs as I reached down to wrapped my hands around his fine
head, cradling him as he reached his arms around to my back and began to
rub up and down as he moaned softly into my invading tongue. I tasted some
of his juices that had landed on his lips. Slightly salty, and absolutely
heavenly.

Suddenly I was overcome with a wave of passionate emotion, and shed a tear
of joy as I had at last taken over this beautiful young teen who had landed
in my life. I deflated to the point of falling out of him, drew the pillows
out from underneath his hips, and thrust my softened cock into the
semi-hard teen cock below me. Ollie wrapped his legs around my waist and
locked his ankles together while I slowly rocked us together, cradling his
head and idly exploring his mouth with my tongue, while he continued to
caress my back and shoulders with his hands. I wiped more of his cum from
just below his eye, and smeared it onto his cheek.

Opening my eyes, I saw the boy beneath me begin to tear up slightly. I
released my mouth's hold over his, keeping his fine head cradled in my
hands as I leaned up enough to look down into his beautiful brown eyes.

"How are you feeling, kiddo?"

"That was," he softly chuckled and cried in post-coital pleasure, "that was
completely amazing."

I smiled down at the boy as I continued rocking and softly grinding our
now-deflated cocks together, and said, "I'm so glad that was fun for you,
kiddo," as I cradled his head and gently stroked his cheeks with my thumbs.

He smiled back up at me, and continued to tear up. "I never thought I would
be loved like that again."

Oh boy. With all the straight boys I got the honor of deflowering like
this, I was always cautious about entertaining the 'L' word. I'd found that
if I encouraged such language, eventually the boy would start overthinking
the whole thing, and become wracked with guilt and doubt about identity and
other such garbage. I did everything I could to keep it simple for my
boys. We were two guys who were close to each other and had expressed our
tight bond in a new way. Don't analyze it beyond that, and just enjoy the
ride. I was even more desperate not to have Ollie ultimately scared off by
overthinking. Never before had I had an ass quite so amazing as his, and
there was not a chance in hell I'd let a bunch of confusing
newly-deflowered-virgin emotions creep in and overcomplicate it.

"It was really special for me, too. I hope you know what a special young
man you are, Oliver. I'm so thrilled that we could bond together in this
way, that you felt safe enough and cared for enough to let me take your
virginity, kiddo. Thank you for trusting me."

He chuckled lightly again, and contentedly sighed, "I can't believe that
just happened."

"Yeah, it was pretty fucking hot, eh kid?"

"You can say that again! I hope we can do it again!"

"I sure hope so, too. I really like having you around, kid. Plus, don't get
a big head about this now, but your ass is out-of-this-world amazing, like
mind-blowingly hot."

He giggled at this. "Thanks, I think?"

"No, thank YOU. I can hardly believe I just got to tap this spectacular
ass," I said, as I lightly swatted one of his butt cheeks, my hips still
pressed up against his ass.

Finally, the boy relaxed his legs from around my waist, and I rolled off of
him and laid beside him. "I think it's time we curled up and cuddled for a
bit. What do you say, kiddo?"

"Yeah!"

We settled into our usual nighttime positions, my fully satisfied and
deflated cock nestling beneath the warmth of Ollie's newly-plundered
rectum.

"I think I can feel your loads inside me, Jeff."

I chuckled as I took some of the boy's cum still left on my hands and idly
massaged it along and into his flat teen abs. "Yeah, and yours went pretty
much everywhere. We definitely need to hop in the shower soon, after we
savor a little time here first. And we'll definitely need fresh sheets
before we turn in for the night."

"No doubt," Ollie laughed.

We let a few minutes of silence pass between us as cum continued to dry on
the boy and I felt some dribbles of my loads leak out of him and onto my
spent cock.

"Jeff, I feel, I feel so close to you right now."

"That's good, kiddo. It really warms my heart that I can help make you feel
safe."

"Jeff, I think I'm ready to talk about my past."

"Ok, kiddo, If you're ready," I said, stroking his chest as my skin
partially adhered to his with the sticky residue of the boy's third and
fourth loads. "You want to shower first?"

"No, strangely, it somehow feels right to just lie here with you, covered
in my own jizz, while you hold me."

I chuckled a little at this as I softly spoke back to the boy, while
squeezing him to me. "Go ahead, whenever you're ready, Ollie."

"Well, you already know a little about my dad. But that's only a part of
it. Last year, my junior year in high school, my life was, well, it was
pretty great, I guess. I was the first junior to be made captain of the
soccer team."

"Ah, soccer! So that's how you developed such a nice ass!" I joked,
light-heartedly, while also being thrilled at this ah-ha moment. Soccer
boys can be pretty darn hot.

"Shut up, Jeff! Let me finish!" He laughed.

"Just messing around. Please, continue, kiddo. I'm listening."

"Ok, thanks. Side note, first, that I was also on the hockey team."

"Stop, you're going to make me hard again, and then you won't be able to
finish your story."

"Haha, very funny."

"I wasn't joking."

"Whatever, Jeff. Anyway, like I was saying, I was captain of the soccer
team as a junior. I guess you might say I was one of the most popular kids
in school. My school was pretty big too. And I had a great wingman in my
brother Ethan. He and I were born fraternal twins, but Ethan had scored an
extra chromosome somewhere along the way. He could be a bit of a handful at
times, but he was happy in the special ed program at our school. And the
girls loved Ethan! Which more often than not, made them hang all over me
too."

"Not like it hurt that you were a soccer and hockey stud, too."

"True, I guess. Anyway, I never had a problem with finding girls. Even had
a couple steady girlfriends, too."

"But you didn't get to home base with them, I take it."

"No, as you know, the person who took my virginity is currently resting his
dick against my ass. I only ever got to second base with any of them. But I
had fun. And whatever time I didn't spend with girls, I had a lot of great
buddies, and of course, Ethan. My mom didn't work much, just a little
home-based business selling make-up or something. Ethan kept her pretty
busy. My dad was a pretty successful financial planner. We had a pretty big
house, and I even got a nice car for my 16th birthday, a new BMW.

"My dad worked a lot, and seemed stressed a lot, but we were very
close. When he'd come home from work, we used to sit on the couch together,
and Ethan and I would cuddle with him on each side. We thought everything
was going great. But then the police showed up at our door one day, and our
world pretty much was destroyed in an instant. My dad had lost a lot of
money for his clients, and starting making one bad decision after another
to cover for it. He got caught because they figured out he was siphoning
off millions from some local charities or whatever, which you already know
about."

"A lot of people in town had their money invested with him, and a lot of
people were affected by the money he took from those charities
too. Overnight, no one in town would talk to any of us. My girlfriend
dumped me, over Snapchat, and none of my friends would talk to me. Even the
girls who loved Ethan would just turn their backs when we walked the
halls. I don't think Ethan really understood anything. The school year
ended, and over the summer, we lost our house, our cars, and most of our
money, and my dad was sentenced to 20 years in prison."

"My mom and dad were both only children, and my dad's parents and my mom's
mom were all dead, so my mom didn't have any choice but to turn to her
father for help. He let us come and stay in his run-down old house in a
different part of town. It was small, and smelled horrible, but at least it
was in a different high school. Ethan and I shared a room, which kind of
meant I didn't get much sleep."

"My grandpa is a really mean drunk, and hit my mom, Ethan, and me a lot. I
know I could have fought back, but I was too scared that we wouldn't have
anywhere to go if I did. At my new school, I joined the soccer and hockey
teams, mostly to have something to do and to stay in shape. But none of my
teammates would talk to me outside of practice. They sometimes even refused
to pass me the ball or the puck, even though I was probably the best player
on both teams. Our family name wasn't exactly unknown in that part of town,
either, so it didn't really feel like much of a new start."

"My mom kept telling me to just get the best grades I could, and stay as
busy as I could with sports, and do my best to get through the year. Then I
could go to college and start my life over somewhere else. I was determined
to break out of there, go to college, get a job, and help pull my mom and
Ethan away from my grandpa."

"The day after my high school graduation, my mom was driving Ethan home
from some group outing with his special ed class, when a semi-truck crossed
the center median and hit them head-on. They said it happened fast, and
that they didn't suffer. I hope that's true."

I squeezed him tight to me at hearing this, though remaining silent.

"I stuck it out at my grandpa's for a couple weeks after that. I wasn't
sure if he was even sad about losing his daughter and grandson, or if he
was just angry. All I ever saw was an angry drunk, and he continued to hit
me pretty often. But after the funerals, which almost no one came to, I
didn't feel the need anymore to take his crap. So I hit him back, and he
screamed, threatened to go get his gun and call the cops, and then kicked
me out of his house with nothing but the clothes on my back. I was too
scared to try to go back inside to grab anything, so I just started
walking."

"I slept under a tree in a park that night, and the next day just kind of
wandered aimlessly. I had no idea what to do next. The next night, I pretty
much did the same thing, except that a cop harassed me awake once. The
following day, I started wandering toward the highway. As I walked, for
some reason, Spartanville popped into my head. I had played them a few
times in both soccer and hockey, and the kids on those teams didn't seem
like assholes, so I decided to start going in that direction. I didn't have
any money, so I tried to hitchhike. It was late, and I walked toward a gas
station along the highway and found a trucker who didn't look too scary,
gassing up his truck. He seemed skeptical of me at first, but must've seen
that I didn't have anything on me, and he said Spartanville was on his way,
so he let me hitch a ride. We didn't really talk much, and he dropped me
off by the highway outside of town and wished me luck."

"I wandered toward the center of town from there, and that's when I saw the
dim few lights still on in your cafe. I went around to the back and found
the door unlocked, snuck quietly in, and started finding food I could
gather up for myself. That's when you flipped on the lights and scared the
heck out of me."

A silence hung in the air between us for a few moments, before I whispered
to him, "Thanks for sharing your story, kiddo."

"Thanks for listening, Jeff. I guess I needed to tell someone."

"I don't really feel like I have any good words to say to all you've been
through, kiddo. Only want to say that I'm glad you're safe now," I
reassured him as I gently caressed his sticky chest.

"Thanks to you, Jeff. Thanks to you," he said as he cuddled himself back
into me.

"How about we take that shower now, eh?"

"Yeah, that'd probably be a good idea."

Ollie got up first, and walked a couple paces ahead of me down the hall to
the bathroom. My heart nearly fell out of my chest as I looked at one of
the most erotic sights I had seen in this life. His strong young back,
swinging arms, athletic teen legs, narrow hips, and tight, firm buns
lithely flexed and swayed, while a little dribble of my cum ran down his
inner thigh. He looked back at me and smiled, pleased to know he was giving
me a magnificent view.

TO BE CONTINUED...