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From: Arizona Dude [mailto:
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Sent: Monday, August 23, 1999 2:22 PM
Subject: Caught in the Act (MTT, Mast, Anal, Bond.)
Caught in the Act
Standard disclaimer, if your not old enough (18years old plus) don't
read this story. If you're offended by sexually explicit writing,
don't read this story.  This story is entirely fiction and any
similarities to true events are merely coincidental. It's my first
posting so be gentle.
Chapter 1
I don't know how many times I've been robbed.  It was always
summer time, during the day when I was at work, and they always seemed
to know when I wasn't home.  I'd followed police advice and added
alarms, made sure no papers were left around the lawn, and I even
added a synthesized voice which activated when there was movement
around the outside of my house which said, "I'm calling the cops, now
get the Hell out of here."
No bones about it, getting your house robbed is any fun at
all.  This time however, I resolved myself to get whom ever it was and
make sure they never victimized me again!  I wasn't sure what that
meant however.  You see, intentionally catching someone in the act of
committing a felony is like a dog chasing a car.  I really didn't have
any idea what I'd do if I did catch the culprit.
The robber could be a stressed out drug addict who'd possibly
do me more harm than I would him.  Police suggested however that since
it was summer time, it was probably that act of neighborhood kids.  No
criticism towards them but they couldn't help me. After all with a
population of 3.5 million, I'm just another number in the statistical
page of big city living and with one cop for every 2,300 + people,
chances are slim that my particular criminal would never get caught
unless it was by accident.
I had a plan however and nothing was going to stop me from
executing it.  I went to a surveillance specialty store and bought the
smallest color cameras I could find.  I installed them behind dummy
light switches, clocks, ceiling fans, etc.  I hid the video recorder
under a hallow inside the steps leading to my garage.  I figured if I
couldn't catch them one way I'd catch them another.
The next part of my scheme was simple.  I bought a vault and
placed it in such a position that in order to open the door, you'd
have to put your hand inside a hole in a metal beam which would
release a pivot and allow the anchored vault to turn for opening.  The
beam was against the wall, which I'd built a small secret room, which
I planned to hide in once everything was in place.
Now I know what you're probably thinking; this guy must be
rich.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  While I am in the
computer industry, never being married, never having kids, and being
gay does free up allot of income for personal use.  I grew up where
saving for your future, getting an education, and working hard meant
not paying high interest rates for loans (but that's another story).
Summer time arrived as it usually did.  The sun baked
everything in its sight, kids got out of school, and the parks bustled
with activities ranging from swimming at the local pool to picnics
under shady trees.  I preferred the indoors to all of the outside
activities during the day.  I enjoyed the nights, dinner, restaurants,
comedy clubs, movies, and mall shopping.  Don't get me wrong, I am in
good shape for a 32-year-old male.
At 5'11" and 190 pounds I worked out at my favorite health spa
for a good hour a day and I do watch what I eat.  People always said
how young I looked with sandy brown hair, a smooth face and a swimmers
build it was no wonder why I was so misleading in the age category.
Most thought I was 20, and even though I could have swooned most
women, I just wasn't attracted to them.  I preferred young men 18 to
20 or so.  Young looking like myself who could get into the bars and
nightclubs but would get carded each and every time.  It was my way of
confirming their age without being too obvious and I always sprung for
dinner just for the sake of the company.  This summer was going to be
a little different however.  This year I was going on a quest to find
out who was robbing my house.
I made my final purchases - handcuffs, thumbcuffs, mace,
electronic stun baton, beanbag gun, and yes, a handgun.  I have always
been a pretty good shot thanks to Marine training, but that's my last
resort and it would definitely depend on the situation.  Now all I had
to do was wait and be there when my house was being broken into.
Three weeks had past.  I was getting pretty frustrated.  Not
only was this quest cutting into my social time, but I was running out
of vacation time as well.  I drove my car away every morning as usual,
and then I'd sneak back to my house via bus within 15 minutes and wait
in my little secret room.  Thank God for miniature TV's with
headphones or I'd have had to break silence and entertained myself
accordingly.  I knew I could do the same thing with my surveillance
monitor, but I was desperate to make sure no one surprised me.
With noontime approaching and hunger ruling my desire more
than my quest, I turned off my miniature TV and was getting ready to
leave my secret room when I heard a noise coming from outside one of
my windows.  I switched camera views until I could see a young boy
about the age of 15 switching off the power to my alarms and bypassing
my tampering modem, which would normally call authorities.  I was
amazed that someone so young could handle my security system like it
was his personal home entertainment unit.  Luckily I had my hidden
camera system on separate powering and that switch was hidden in my
garage directly behind my outside breaker box.
Another boy pulled up in a nice car and accompanied the first
boy to the backyard where they simply hopped the block wall and moved
to the back of the house away from passing motorists and suspecting
neighbors.  As all plans do have one flaw, mine certainly did.  I was
going to call the police when I realized that I didn't install a phone
in my secret hiding spot and it was too late to go for the cordless.
Within moment, both boys had my backdoor unlocked and were in my
house.
My heart raised as I watched the two.  The first boy was
dressed loosely.  A tight tank top T shirt, baggy pants that could fit
2 of him inside were sagging half way down his ass making for a
beautiful view of his boxers where I could see where the buns creased
the material.  I could feel my cock starting to twitch already.  As he
got ever so close to one of my cameras I could see his sparkling blue
eyes, blonde hair, and smooth innocent facial features.  HE WAS
CUTE!!!  As he rummaged through my bookcase, another camera caught a
nice view of the  bulge hidden in his pants.
His friend wasn't so bad himself!  He was taller than the
other was but just as smooth looking.  He wasn't wearing a shirt and
it presented quite a challenge to keep an eye on both while viewing
his slender smooth boyhood features.  I couldn't believe how well
these cameras worked  as this boy rummaged through my bedroom.  His
pants were baggy as well but they were what I guessed were called
shorts by today's standards.  His legs were only slightly fuzzy so I
guessed he was the younger of the two.  Being so thin, his shorts kept
him bizzy pulling them back up every third step or change in body
position.  His boxers were more like underpants with legs and once his
shorts dropped so far that I could see his thin lanky cock laying
beside his right leg.
Finally after throwing various jewelry in the center of my
bed, he stumbled onto my gay videotapes and magazines.  My cock
stiffened so bad by now that I had to unbuttoned my pants and let it
at least expand more within my underwear.  I could tell he was
captivated as his shorts dropped down only this time he let them fall
all the way to the ground and stepped out of them.  His cock stretched
the fabric of his underwear like the center post of a massive tent.
As he thumbed through some of my videos, he stopped at one and put it
in the VCR and started to play it.  He was clearly aroused and his
hand was fondling himself through the opening in the front of his
boxer briefs.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  Here this kid was in the
middle of robbing my house and he was so hard that he had to stop the
robbery to jerk his meat.
As he watched the video more and more, he removed the sheet
with the jewelry in the center and set it on the floor like a hobo's
bag or something.  By now I was down to my briefs as well.  His buddy
still in the other room had one of my VCR's setting by the door  as
well as both portable TVs, the microwave, my laptop, and a suitcase
which he filled with CDs to pawn.  I noticed he'd kicked off his pants
as well but it seemed to be done more out of necessity than sex drive.
I could make out the tip of his cock peaking out through the
cotton opening and I could even see some sparse pubic hairs joining
the ringmaster behind the canvas.  I'd almost forgot about my plan as
I listened and watched the boy in the bedroom whip out his cock and
mimic the movie.  As the sounds of masculine slurping, moaning, and
pleasure filtered it's way down the hallway from the bedroom, the boy
who was building up his stash in front of the door finally found his
way into the room where my vault was located and I was hidden.
It was almost like being snuck up on from behind while you
were enjoying the most intense hard on you've ever had only this one
only got harder as I readied my handcuffs to lock the boy in place
once he put his hand through the opening.  Pre cum was filling the
front of my briefs and it was all I could do to not stroke my meat
until I shot a hot steamy load all over my stomach and floor.
I glanced quickly at the bedroom monitor and saw his buddy
found some of my toys and started to play with them.  He'd removed all
of his cloths by now and I could see the  sphincter  of his ass
inhaling my vibrator.  It looked as though he'd shot one load and was
working on load number two.  Suddenly I saw what I'd been waiting for.
A slender delicate hand came through the hole in the beam in an effort
to pull the pivot switch for the vault.  I had him.  I clasped one
side of the cuffs to his wrist, and before he could do anything, I
pulled half of his arm through the hole and locked the other side of
the cuffs to a solid steal waterpipe.  He started to yell but stopped
when he saw me come from behind the vault with duct tape I my hands.
He didn't look me in the face like I thought he would but then
again, how many homeowners do you know that would render a robber
helpless with a raging hard on and cum soaked briefs.  I quickly taped
his mouth shut before he could regain his composure and scream some
more.  Since I knew what his friend was doing, I couldn't help myself
so I grabbed my scissors and cut away the rest of his clothing.  My,
my, my was he drop dead gorgeous.
Only slight clumps of hair under his armpits and silky smooth
skin that outlined every muscle he had.  As his tank top fell off, I
could see is nipples getting hard.  It seemed that this was as
exciting for him as it was for me.  His cock was now poking out of the
opening in his boxers by a good three inches and it was starting to
stand straight up.  I started cutting up the side of one leg of his
boxers.  By the time I made it to the elastic band, his five and a
half inch cock stood proud and his balls looked so inviting that I had
to snip the final strand of elastic so I could lower the curtain to
the floor to enjoy the view more intently.  That was all I could take.
I shot my load unassisted all in my underwear.
He tried to cover himself up with his one free hand but when
he lowered his hand to hide himself, it was like his hand had other
plans and began stroking automatically.  One down, one to go.   First
I had to get out of these sticky briefs.  I took the duct tape and
wrapped a little around the boy's wrist and fastened it to a door.
Now he was spread-eagled and looking mighty tempting again.  I hooked
my briefs with my thumbs and took them off.  I decided to pull the
tape from the boy's mouth and replace it with my cum soaked briefs.
He struggled as best he could, but I easily filled his mouth with the
wettest part and re taped them to his face.  He must not have felt too
bad because a steady flow of pre cum started leaking from the tip of
his dick as the aroma of my scent filled his nostrils.
As luck would have it, the boy in the bedroom was so preoccupied he
didn't even see me enter the room.  His eyes were closed and he was
softly moaning as the probe worked its way in and out of that sweet
smooth ass of his.  His eyes popped wide open however when I caressed
his leg and worked my way up his inner thigh.  I could tell he was
petrified as I moved closer on the bed, not saying a word.  The probe
froze in his ass but was vibrating his boy juices out all over my
bedspread.
I decided to pull him off the bed and like a puppet acting to
the commands of the puppet master, he followed me unchallenged.  We
went into the shower and I started to run the water when he finally
spoke.  "I don't usually steal from people, I just like hanging around
my friend, that's all," he said as if he were going to start crying.
"Don't worry," I said, "Your friend is ok, but he's not going anywhere
until I let him go."  "First let's get you cleaned up a little and
then you and I will have a little talk."
With that I led him into the shower and began by washing his
hair.  It's funny, I'd forgotten how alone I was all these years.  As
I massaged his scalp and worked in the shampoo, I felt my cock
stirring again. He was like putty in my hands.  The more intense I got
soaping his neck, then shoulders, the more he allowed his body to lean
back into me.
He was only slightly shorter than I was and my cock was
starting to make contact with the upper mounds of his creamy smooth
globes.  I know he felt my shaft searching for his entry but he did
nothing to resist. I decided to reach around him and soap his chest.
I played around his nipples to the point that they were as stiff as my
swollen cock.  The soap slipped from my hand and landed on the floor
of the shower.  As the steamy water beaded off our skin, he slowly
bent his young slender body over and purposely spread his cheeks.  My
cock must have knew where it was going and with only a slight push,
the tip disappeared in his well worked sphincter muscle.  As I worked
my way in deeper and deeper, I could feel his body push me inside him
more and more.  He braced his hands on the shower wall and as the
steam filled the room, he moaned softly as my balls slapped
unmercifully  between his mounds of boyhood pleasure and the churning
ball sack that held more cum ready to explode.
I decided that today I wasn't a victim.  While I really hadn't
decided my next move, it was clear that at least on this day, in this
house, I wasn't the one getting fucked by and unknown stranger.
Chapter 2?
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