Intruder 1

100% fiction!

I’d grown up in that cottage, deep in the countryside. It had a small river and lake at the end of the garden where, occasionally as a boy I would go skinny dipping. I well remember getting aroused by the feeling of the cool water against my young body and masturbating, fascinated by the long white spurts of cum creating strange shapes in the water.

My parents were naturists and, as the cottage was miles from anywhere we would go for days on end without wearing any clothes. There was nothing sexual about it. It seemed the perfectly natural thing to do.

I didn’t really have many close friends in those days. Most of my high school mates lived a long way off, though sometimes during holidays and weekends they’d cycle out. Sam, who I suppose was my best mate at high school brought his girlfriend Annie out on one memorable day and somehow I managed to persuade them to try the naturist way of life too, but this time it did get sexual! After messing around in the garden, the three of us ended up skinny dipping in the lake. Sam and I both got hard and we all ended up masturbating each other.

It was great but, thinking about it later, I wasn’t sure if I got more turned on by Sam’s hand on my cock or by Annie’s. I do remember that she enjoyed the double attention she got from us! And that was about the only sexual experience I had enjoyed by the time I was 18. Basically I was a shy, solitary sort of boy who seemed to be lagging sadly behind the others of my age when it came to sex.

Mum and dad would sometimes go off for a night or two feeling it safe to leave me on my own in the cottage. I relished the freedom that gave me and I would spend my days just pottering around the cottage and the garden or swimming and reading. I’m told I was quite a good looking kid; quite tall, and slim with blonde hair which always seemed to be in need of a good cut.

At night I loved lying in bed listening to the sounds of the dark.... the owls calling to each other the ducks squabbling on the lake or just the wind rustling the trees.

But one night there was an unusual sound. I woke to hear what sounded like someone creeping around in the sitting room next to my bedroom. Mum and Dad weren’t due back for another couple of days, but there was definitely someone on the other side of that bedroom door... I cursed myself for not locking the front door but there had never seemed a reason to do so.

I suppose a braver boy would have got out of bed and burst in on the intruder making threatening noises but I was a solitary shy lad not given to acts of bravery. I lay scared in bed hoping the intruder would just help himself to whatever was there, and disappear again.
Instead, the sounds in the dark came nearer until I could hear that he was trying my bedroom door. I lay stock still pretending to be fast asleep. I could hear the door open and opened my eyes a fraction of an inch, just enough to see the light from a small torch flitting around the room no doubt looking for something of value.

In the faint glow from the torch I could make out the figure of someone dressed completely in black and wearing what seemed like a balaclava covering his face.

The torch shone on me and, presumably for the first time, he realised he was not alone in the bedroom. I continued to fake a sound sleep and didn’t stir a muscle, figuring that this might make him leave me alone.
I thought that, seeing me, he would take fright and leave, but that didn’t happen. He seemed to stand still for an age, though was probably just a few seconds. Again I opened my eyelids a fraction of an inch to see him start to move towards the bed where he stood looking down on me lying under the single sheet.

I didn’t even dare move my eyelids. I felt something touch the top of the sheet where it lay across my chest...... after spending most of the day with no clothes, I certainly didn’t bother getting dressed for bed so the only thing between him and my naked body was a thin sheet.
He hesitated but after a few moments I could feel the sheet being pulled gently down my body. It stopped just as my young pubes were being exposed and I presumed he was using the torch to see what he was uncovering.

I felt his gloved hand gently stroke my chest and stomach and move slowly down to take the sheet and lift it past my boyish cock. I guess in any other circumstances (like in one or two of my sexual dreams) this would have been enough to get me stirring but my fear kept me from getting excited.

I felt him run his fingers around my cock and balls. He took his gloves off and for the first time I felt flesh on flesh. The way he so gently played with it, it was as if he had never seen one before. His fingers traced around the my balls and sack and up the length of my shaft, a mere three or four inches when soft but that was rapidly changing.

Still, I pretended to be fast asleep but as he put his fingers around my cock and balls I felt my body trembling though I was not sure whether that was because of fear or excitement as I was also getting the beginnings of a hard-on.

As he stroked and caressed me, my cock grew harder and harder. I must have let out a small moan as he stopped what he was doing and shone the torch on my face. The shock of the sudden light made my eyes spring open and my body involuntarily twitched away from him. There was no chance of pretending to be asleep any longer.

“Shhhh”, he said before I had a chance to say anything. “I won’t hurt you laddie. You just lie quiet now.” With that he sat on the bed next to my chest and lent back to continue caressing my cock encircled in his hand. One finger ran round and round the tip and then he used it to gently probe my piss hole.

Part of me was still terrified, but mixed in with the fear was a feeling of unbelievable pleasure.

He took my hand and laid it on his leg, holding it as he moved it up towards his hip where, for a moment he stopped. Then he took it and put it on his crotch where I could feel his cock through the thin material of his trousers. With his hand on mine he rubbed himself.
Now this mystery intruder lent back and began kissing the area around my lower tummy moving slowly down to my cock. As he did so I moved my hand from his crotch.

“Put it back,” he said firmly.

As his kissing and caressing continued, I confess the fear disappeared and I found myself enjoying the experience. I guessed by now that this man had no intention of harming me.

Up to that time I had little or no sexual experience and didn’t know whether I was straight or gay but, judging by my feelings at that moment I was happy to have my first experience with another man. Before I knew what I was really doing I found myself feeling for the zip on his trousers, pulling it down and putting my hand in to touch his half erect cock. Apart from that day with Sam I had never touched any cock except my own and I didn’t really know what to do next.

The intruder by this time had been kissing my now fully erect young shaft, his tongue playing and probing with my piss hole. But then he suddenly stopped what he was doing. He moved quickly and stood by the side of the bed. For a moment he just stood there but then he undid his belt and pulled down his trousers and pants.
“Stand up” he ordered.

I did as he ordered and stood next to him feeling rather stupid. I was stark naked with a raging hard-on next to a burglar! I should have been scared but instead felt that, if all burglars were like this, bring them on!
He ran his hands slowly and gently all over my chest and hips and upper legs playing with my cock. He turned me round and he grabbed my buttocks, pulling them apart and running a finger down my crack.

“On your knees” he said and I knelt in front of him. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it around my face before pushing it, gently at first into my mouth. Instinctively I wrapped my lips around it while licking all over with my tongue. Then he started forcing all 8 inches to the back of my mouth. He seemed to be pushing it a long way down my throat and made me gag so that I pulled back a little.

He moved his hips thrusting his dick in and out of me and he started to moan quietly. The speed of his thrusts increased until his cock burst open as stream after stream of cum shot into my mouth. I didn’t want to swallow it and kept every drop in my mouth when he gradually pulled his cock away. I looked up at him pleadingly.

“Swallow it.” I wanted to spit it out.
“Swallow it” he shouted and there was no answering back. I gulped and took his cum down to my stomach. It tasted salty and silky but was not nearly as bad as I had expected.

The intruded was finished with me and bent to pull up his trousers. He said nothing, just looked and started to walk towards the bedroom door. As he got there he looked back to see me sitting on the bed, with my hand clutching my still erect cock and, no doubt, looking a bit shocked. I was also feeling on edge as I still had a sack full of cum .
He walked back towards me.

“I suppose it would be cruel to leave you like that laddie.” And he lay me on my back grabbing my cock and masturbating it first slowly and then quicker as I reached a climax. I shot my load onto my chest and, although I couldn’t see his face under the balaclava, I somehow felt he was smiling. He ran a finger through the small pool of cum on my chest and raised it to his mouth where he licked it off.

“Mmmmmm” he said. “Thanks laddie.”

He turned and walked away out into the night leaving me wondering if it had all been a dream. But there on the bed next to me was a glove.

I hadn’t dreamt it, though there would be many nights in the future when I would dream of little else.