Date: Sun, 2 Aug 2020 18:45:22 +0000
From: Jeff Ennig <Jennigmata@hotmail.com>
Subject: Beautiful Burglar Boy - Chapter 6

Not sure if I'll continue the pace with new installments or not, but so
far I haven't been able to put this one down, as I myself wait to see how
things unfold.

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Beautiful Burglar Boy - Ch. 6
By Jeff Ennig

After taking another minute to recover from my quick but wild session
with Jake, I peeled myself up from the bed, clenched my cheeks together,
and picked up my clothes, holding them bundled together in front of me
strategically, as I walked down the hall to the bathroom. I could see the
back of Ollie's head as he sat on the couch, presumably watching
something to pass the time and avoid the awkwardness. I mounted the
porcelain throne, unclenched to release the souvenirs Jake had so
expertly deposited up my backside, finished cleaning up, rearranged my
hair, and got dressed again.

Now that I once again resembled a respectable person, I walked back out
again and made my way to the living room. I sat myself on the sofa, a
couple feet from Ollie, and stared silently at the screen. After a few
minutes of silence passed between us, I broke the ice with, "The, ah,
bedroom is, ah, safe again if you wanted to go get changed,"
self-consciously brushing the back of my head with one hand as I stumbled
with my words. I didn't usually struggle like that.

Ollie burst out in hearty laughter. "Oh good! I didn't know how long it
would be 'off limits'!" He continued rolling with laughter as he sat
facing me.

I was relieved that I had guessed right as to his mature and open
reaction, and that he found humor in it. That nagging doubt that he would
somehow have been scared off by it just evaporated away. I joined him in
a bit of laughing, as he continued to giggle along.

"You know, I thought the sock on the door handle was a more widely
understood 'Do Not Enter' signal, so I'm sorry for assuming wrong. You
looked pretty surprised!"

"Oh, jeez, that's what that was for?" he asked as he continued his
giggling.

"Yeah, kiddo. Maybe you're just too young, but now you know. Anyway, I,
um, wouldn't lay down on the bed anytime soon. I'm gonna need to change
the bedding first."

"Ha! Yeah, I bet you will. It, uh, looked like y'all were having a pretty
good time."

I chuckled softly now. "Yeah, you might could say that. Well anyways,
thanks for being cool and rolling with things, kiddo."

"Hey, I'm the houseguest. I'm just sorry I came back early from my run
and interrupted things. Well, almost interrupted things."

Ollie got up just then and went off to the bedroom to get changed out of
his running clothes and back into those cute plaid shorts. To my pleasant
surprise, he came back out without a shirt to go with the shorts, and
plopped himself back down on the sofa. My, oh my, even after that
powerful release with Jake earlier, the sight of this kid's body could
drive me completely wild. Did he know that? Was he just teasing me? I
again noticed the bruises fading, and his torso more tan than the day
before. I wondered if he had done some of his run sans shirt. That
reminded me, note to self to buy him a pair of skimpy running shorts like
Jake's.

"It's a little warm in here, don't you think, Jeff?"

"I'd be a pretty poor judge of that. Any room would feel a little warm to
me right now."

"Haha. Oh, I get it, because of the, yeah..."

"You catch on quick, kiddo."

"Hey, you mind if I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Is Jake gay? Cuz I wouldn't have guessed that."

"Oh, goodness no. That man is the classic straight frat boy. But like me,
he's, you know, complicated. He and I just have our own special bond is
all."

He nodded along at that answer, looked briefly down at the floor, and
then looked back up at me. "Can I ask another question?"

"I'm in a rare question-answering kind of mood right now, kiddo, so fire
away."

"I couldn't help but notice that Jake is, um, a pretty, um, big guy.
Doesn't it, ya know, um, hurt?"

I was delighted at the direction the kid's curiosity seemed to be taking
him. "Well, did I look like I was in pain to you?"

"No, I guess not."

"But yeah, Jake is definitely a big boy, no doubt. That wasn't the first
time, and probably won't be the last time, he and I mess around like
that, so he's not new to me. But if you don't prepare things properly,
then yes, it can hurt. That, and if the giving partner doesn't know what
he's doing, it can cause harm to even a well-prepared receiving partner.
But Jake DEFINITELY knows what he's doing. I had to teach him everything
he knows, of course, but now he's an absolute master." In fact, I was
immensely proud of Jake in many ways, but specifically when it came to
the bedroom, that young stud might really be my greatest creation yet.

Ollie's eyes widened slightly as I spoke. I wasn't sure if he was just
surprised at my candor, or if he was intrigued for other reasons. "What
do you mean, prepare?"

My heartrate quickened slightly with excitement at his continued
curiosity. I tried to remain calm and think through my word choices in
how I responded. At this point, Ollie was looking straight at me with his
beautiful brown eyes, with rapt attention.

I held his gaze as I began to explain, "Well, when looking to receive,
especially if it's someone Jake's size, but really even someone average
like me, it's a good idea to, ah, clean up a little inside, stretch
things out a bit, and apply a little grease, or 'lube', to ease the
friction. Unlike when I'm with a woman and entering through the front
door, the back door is more accustomed to being used as an exit rather
than an entrance. So it just takes some patience and a little extra
coaxing to make it smooth and enjoyable for my partner when I enter him."

I let my words hang in the air for a moment, holding his stare while I
looked behind Ollie's eyes to see the wheels turning inside that
flawlessly beautiful head of his.

"So you do... both?"

"Yes, absolutely. It really just depends on the dynamic of the
relationship. Like with Jake, he's a wonderful young man I care deeply
about, and I can be quite protective of him, but even if Jake were ever
willing to switch roles, I'm not sure I'd want to. It just doesn't seem
to fit our dynamic. Jake's really a great kid, but he knows how to use
his large masculine stature to take control, and that's, well, that's
pretty hot. And when he wants to physically bond with me and show me how
much he cares, that is the role that feels most natural for him."

This seemed to really get the wheels spinning in his mind, as I let the
silence hang for a minute until the kid looked back up and asked, "But,
so, you enjoy it too with Jake?"

"Of course! Jake isn't really interested in guys. I think his whole
motivation is because he wants to make me happy. And the same goes for me
with him. When I was younger, I used to have one-off flings here and
there with women and guys who were total strangers, and the whole thing
was purely physical. It would be fun for a few minutes, but then
afterwards, I just felt empty and alone. I finally figured out that I
didn't want to separate the physical from the emotional and spiritual
aspects of bonding with someone. So since then, I've only ever been with
women I'm in a serious relationship with, or men with whom I have formed
a solid emotional and spiritual bond."

He nodded as if he understood, but then, looking almost embarrassed by
his ignorance, asked, "Yeah, but, physically, what's in it for you with
him?"

"Oh, now I see what you're getting at. Well, most guys your age think
they only have one piece of equipment that brings them that kind of
pleasure, right? Well, that is very much not the whole picture. The other
main one is your prostate, which is connected to your balls, and is best
reached by the head of a hard penis coming in and hitting it from behind.
Jake is an absolute magician at manipulating that, even though with his
length, when he's fully inside me, the head of his penis is actually
pretty far past my prostate. And then there's your nipples, your ears,
even sometimes the nape of your neck, that in the right hands can really
drive you wild. People tell me feet can be, too, but I'll just take their
word for it."

That foot bit got a chuckle out of him. "Nipples? Really?!?"

"Yeah, haha, that's the one that always seems to surprise young guys. Oh,
and then there's the biggest spot of them all. How could I forget? Your
mind! That's the real reason that being with someone I care so much
about, like Jake, can be so hot. We care for each other, and we enjoy
bonding emotionally and spiritually with each other. So even if I had no
erotic feelings up my backside whatsoever, it would still be really hot
for me to have him looking into my eyes while he's fully inside me, just
knowing we were melded together in that moment."

He stewed on that for a moment, before looking up again. "Thanks, Jeff.
Normally I'd feel so awkward to even talk about this kind of stuff. You
just make it so comfortable for me to ask things, because I don't feel
like you're judging me."

"No matter what it is, I just want you to feel safe and trusting here,
kiddo. Don't ask me to explain it, but I care a lot about you, kid, and
that's all I ever want to make someone feel when I care about them."

"Thanks, Jeff. And I do," he said, as he moved over toward me and
snuggled into my side while we resumed watching a few more minutes of a
show. I stroked his arm softly as we sat pressed together, enjoying this
moment of complete safety and trust with this beautiful boy.

After a few minutes of such bliss, I looked at the time and moved away
from the boy. "Crap, kiddo, I better hustle if I don't want to be late to
my choir practice again tonight." Jumping up from the sofa, I bolted into
the library to grab my music folder, hurried back to the kitchen to grab
a banana and down a glass of water, and turned to the boy as I ran out
the door. "You've got the place to yourself for a couple hours, kid.
There's some food in the fridge you can warm up when you're hungry. See
you soon."

"Have fun, Jeff!" the boy called out after me.

I hustled across the town square over to St. Bonnie's. We normally didn't
have rehearsals in the summers, but Sunday was a special event for the
parish, and we were gathering for this one-off Wednesday rehearsal to
prep for the big performance. I made it just in time, maintaining my
reputation for nearly always arriving right on the dot. I took my spot
among the tenors and joined in on the vocal warm-up exercises.

It wouldn't be a difficult rehearsal, as all the pieces for Sunday were
ones we all were familiar with, but since we hadn't gathered for several
weeks, the director wanted to make sure we weren't too rusty. The
archbishop would be there Sunday, so the director felt a bit of pressure.

Probably half or more of the choir seemed like we were some ill-defined
flavor or another under the big queer umbrella. Not sure if it was just
the intense attraction to beauty in art and music so many of us
experience, or if it was that choirs often seem like one place within the
Church that is a kind of refuge for those who don't fit the mold. Maybe a
little of both. At any rate, without the choir, I wasn't totally sure I
would've stuck around so long there.

From my perch high in the back corner of the choir loft, I had a great
view down to the alto section in the middle and over to the bass section
across. In both sections, I wandered my eye upon objects of growing
desire. In the alto section, Maria sat, next to my friends Sarah and
Carol, an old grumpy lesbian couple who had long ago adopted me as their
quasi-nephew, and who had recruited me into the choir in the first place.
Maria was already looking up at me when my eyes wandered over to her, and
as our eyes met, we both smiled and I gave her a little wink. She was so
incredibly beautiful. Perhaps she wasn't out of my league after all. I'd
have to gather a little intel from Sarah and Carol first.

Next, my eyes subtly wandered over to the bass section. Being a further
distance away, it was easier to stare over there without it being quite
so obvious what my eyes were set upon. In the back row sat Brett, a shy,
brooding professor of some sort of science at the college. He was fairly
young, maybe 30, and oh my word was he sexy! Not like a model, as some of
the boys in my stable of young straight jocks were. More like the
runner-up in a rom-com kind of sexy. But his whole shy, brooding shtick
was like catnip for me, egging me on to work out a way to break through
that shell. I didn't exactly score a lot of points on the hotness scale
myself, so I had to rely on my ability to maneuver my way into a guy's
pants through emotional bonds. And once a guy was in my crosshairs, it
worked out for me surprisingly often. Guys are so walled off from each
other these days that they are often just desperate to connect.

During the break time and in the few minutes of loitering afterwards, I
was able to exchange a few words with Brett, but he really was an awkward
nerd type, even if he was also buff and sexy. So my progress was only
slight. I also chatted a bit with Maria, thanking her again for her help,
careful not to touch on the nature of that help, lest we be within
earshot of anyone else. I wasn't quite ready to make the jump and ask her
out though, as I wanted to gather a little intel from Sarah and Carol
first. Running into my favorite old lesbians as I left for the evening, I
asked them if I could come visit for lunch the next day, since it was a
day off for me from the shop. They smiled and happily agreed.

Walking back home after rehearsal, I felt light on my feet. It had really
been a great day so far, starting off with waking up to Ollie in my arms,
an easy work day, then a productive visit with the judge, another
mind-blowing romp with Jake, an awkward moment for Ollie that ultimately
led to a very revealing conversation, and finally a successful choir
rehearsal complete with some nice interaction with both Maria and Brett.
And I could think of no better way to top it all off than to hold Ollie
in my arms again as we fell asleep.

I made my way up the stairs, walked back into my condo, set my music
folder down, and looked up to see Ollie still lounging bare-chested on
the sofa, cuddling with Tom and Jerry. His dazzling eyes and perfectly
chiseled face sparkled with a smile as he held the kittens and looked up
to see me standing there. I was almost moved to tears in that moment by
how much I wanted to keep this boy safe.

So many of the strays I've taken in over the years have been like the boy
who falls off his skateboard and severely scrapes up his knees, with me
there to nurse him back into full vigor. But with Ollie, he was more like
a wounded baby bird, and my heart beat that much harder in wanting to
take him in and make him strong again. All my guys ultimately showed me
their inner little boy once I broke down their barriers, but Ollie just
had this extra quality of sweet innocence that filled my cup to
overflowing.

I went into the kitchen and made myself a plate of leftovers, grabbed a
couple beers, and went out to the living room to join Ollie and the
kittens. Since it was a warm night, I had selected a couple kolsches, and
handing one to Ollie, I raised my can in a toast. "To another day of
having a great kid here to keep me and the fur-boys company. Here's to
you, kiddo."

Ollie smiled at this, gently stroked Jerry's head with one hand, and
reached up with his other hand to meet my toast. "Thanks, Jeff. I still
can't believe I'm here with you. I'll never be able to thank you enough
for saving me."

"Oh, nonsense. You're a smart, strong kid. You would have figured it out
on your own eventually. But all the same, I'm glad you're here."

"I really don't think I would have, but thanks for saying so." We each
downed our beers fairly quickly, and after pointing out that I had the
day off, and he didn't need to be at work until 11, I asked him if he'd
like another.

"Yeah! Can I try something different though? I like kolsch, but I feel
like I have a lot to learn."

"Well, I did just pick up a few sours, and a good pilsner. You might not
be quite ready for sours yet, plus they might be a little strong for you.
But how about a pilsner? Nice and light and refreshing like the kolsch."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

I went to fetch the beers, this time grabbing the glass mugs, to class it
up a notch.

"Here ya go, kiddo." We clanked our mugs together lightly, and started to
down them. As we laughed our way through the goofball comedy movie Ollie
had been playing, it didn't take long before we had that round polished
off as well. It was starting to get late, for us morning folk anyway. But
the movie still had a ways to go yet. "One last round?"

"Sure. Could I get another IPA this time?"

"Yeah! Glad you like that stuff." I rinsed out our mugs, grabbed some
hipster label IPA I had picked up that had a 12% ABV, and poured it into
Ollie's mug, and selected something less offensive for my own mug.

"Here ya go. Last round for the night, probably. I don't know about you,
but I'll be ready for sleep when this movie is through."

"Same here."

I reclaimed my spot on the sofa, a couple feet away from Ollie, this time
with each of us having a cat on our laps again. After the show, with our
beers empty, I pushed Tom off of me and rose to head to the bathroom.
With that last beer of his packing a triple punch, Ollie seemed to
stumble a little as he got up, but still made his way into the kitchen to
clean up, as had become his routine.

I poked my head into the living room, looking toward the kitchen as Ollie
wrapped up the cleaning. "You want the same arrangement again tonight,
kiddo?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice," he said, slurring his words slightly as he spoke.

"Ok. See you in there, kiddo."

I readied myself for bed, stripped down to my boxer briefs, and climbed
in on my side of the king-size bed, switching off the bedside lamp on my
side, leaving the lamp on his side the only light in the room, and made
my way to the middle so I could meet this brown-haired Adonis when he
slipped into bed beside me. A couple minutes later, Ollie came in, stark
naked, carrying his soiled boxers, and after throwing the boxers in the
hamper, turned toward the bed to get in.

Man, was this a sight to behold! I feasted my eyes upon the radiant
beauty of this golden-tanned Adonis standing before me. Moving my eyes up
from his strong, veiny size-10 feet, to his lightly-haired shins, his
smooth kneecaps, and his creamy, medium-thick, tapering thighs, my eyes
landed upon the ultimate glory. His perfectly formed package made my
mouth water, as I saw his 3-inch soft cock hang over a large set of balls
hanging low as they generated his raw teenage hormones. He was indeed
circumcised, showing off a large head that I imagined only got larger
with excitement. If I had to guess, I'd wager he reached 7 inches. And it
was the perfect shape, round and smooth, thick and nestled in a nice
little bush that reached an inch or so above his package, to his treasure
trail and that magnificently prominent V that lit the way to happiness.
His glorious, smooth, hairless torso, with the developing four-pack abs
and firm but growing pecs topped by his nickel-sized smooth brown
nipples, glistened with a thin layer of sweat in the summer heat.

My eyeballs nearly fell out the sockets. "Whoa, are you trying to give
the old guy a heart attack there, kiddo?"

"Huh?" Looking down at himself and suddenly becoming somewhat aware of
his situation amidst his tipsy stupor, he replied, "Oh, oops. Heh heh. I,
uh, usually sleep naked. Hope that's ok."

I chuckled a little. "Yeah, kiddo, that is a.o.k. with me. Hop in." Now I
suddenly felt a little more daring. "You know, I usually sleep naked
too." (Total lie) "Would you be ok with it if I did too?"

"Yeah, sure, do what you want, Jeff. It's your place," he slurred back.

I quickly slipped off my briefs and tossed them on the floor by my side
of the bed. Ollie climbed in, and without a word, crawled into the
middle, turned around, and scooted backward toward me. Following our new
nightly routine, I held out my left arm for him to rest his soft,
beautiful head upon, and draped my right arm over his chest, this time
bending my elbow and placing my hand squarely on his firm left pectoral
muscle. I playfully pinched his nipple once and then began to gently
massage his pec, pulling only a light sheet over us while he backed up
his waist to lock into my lap.

At last, we had found our way into a spooning position without those
pesky undergarments to keep us apart. My heart beat loudly in my chest as
I pressed up against his back, and I nestled my face alongside his,
breathing my hot breath onto his ear. Ollie kept himself in position as I
quickly became rock-hard, poking my way past the underside of his tight,
smooth cheeks and nudging the underside of his sack with my tip.

"Um, Jeff, I think you're leaking on me," Ollie slurred, as he felt litte
drops of warm pre-cum drip out of me and stick beneath his balls.

"Sorry, kiddo. I don't want to make you feel unsafe or anything, but you
know full well I find you incredibly sexy, kid, so my body can't exactly
help itself."

"It's ok, Jeff. I trust you not to do anything I don't want. And it feels
good to be close to you." He slurred again, smacked his lips

This time I softly kissed the back of his smooth, golden-tanned neck with
a little peck while quietly inhaling his delectable scent. "Good night,
kiddo." I briefly gave him a tight squeeze, and relaxed again as I
settled in. Once my little lieutenant realized he wasn't going to be
getting any more action that day, I began to soften, nestled comfortably
below Ollie's warm, tight cheeks, listening to the sound of his gentle,
contented breathing as I fell sound asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED...