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 Boy Burglar Buggered:

   The Mercedes was nearly noiseless as Sylvester piloted it up the long
avenue of lime trees to park outside the Old Manor House.  As we stopped a
light went on in an attic room and then off again immediately.

   'We got intruders, Boss.  Drug squad perhaps.  Want me to turn the car
and get the hell out?'

   We had just picked up nearly two hundred kilos of cocaine and heroin,
which was stashed in the boot and on the back seats!

   'No.  It's not the law.  Not their style just to break in.  Burglars. 
Give me your other gun and you go round the side door.  I'll give you five
minutes, and then let myself in the front.  We'll catch them.'

   Sylvester is a hard bastard, played rugby for his University, and I'm a
mean guy too.  These burglars had picked the wrong place to ply their
trade.

  
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   There was no sign of the villains at the front of the house, or in the
rooms at the back.  I was about to start up the stairs when Sylvester
appeared at the top of the stairs.  He had a teenage boy grasped by the
elbow: the boy was crying.  His feet scarcely touched the ground as he was
man-handled down the stair.
'No real damage, Boss.  A few drawers turned out....oh and I reckon he's
been at your best malt whiskey.  Well-pissed he is.  He was frog marching
the boy who stumbled and screamed once and finally stood looking forlorn at

the foot of the stairs.  'You gonna phone the law, Boss?'

   'That's a thought, Sylvester.' (With a million quids worth of drugs in
the car a bit unlikely, but I knew he had said it to scare the boy.)

   'Not the police, sir.  I aint done no real harm.'

   'How old are you, boy?  And what's your name?'

   'I'm Mikey and I'm twelve.'

   'You by yourself?'

   'Yes, sir.  I left my bike in the bushes.  There's just me.'

   'You should choose your targets better: you know who I am?'

   'No, sir.'

   'Tell him, Sylvester.'

   'He's Sam Kostavitch.  Heard of him?'

   'Crikey.  The crime boss?'

   'You got it.'

   'You're hurting my arm!'

   'Good.  OK I let go and you don't run.  OK?  Show him why, Boss.'

   I took the gun from my pocket as Sylvester let the boy go, who stood
there rubbing his biceps which were obviously sore.  He was a slender
lad....looked fit rather than thin.  You could see he lived a fairly rough
life by his slightly grubby face and t-shirt, his cut-off jeans patched at
the arse, and his tousled, slightly-too-long blonde hair.  But there was no
denying the boy was good-looking, sexy even with those clear blue eyes. 
You would have thought him innocent if he had not been caught red-handed.

   'Bring him into the Library, Sly.'

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   The boy sat crushed between the two of us on the deep, green-leather
settee.  He was still sobbing quietly, and his eyes were rimmed with red,
but that did not detract much from his attractiveness.  Blonde, bare
sun-tanned legs and arms, and very slender, he was just the sort of lad Sly
and I liked, though normally we could not have them as young as this, and
had to pay.  This one would be free, and all the more exciting for that.

   'Listen, boy.  You got the choice.  The law or play along with us.  Your
choice.'

   'Not the law, Mr Kostavitch, please.  Not the bloody law!'

   I placed my hand on his thigh.  It felt cold, but smooth and firm, skin
like silk.  I expect I was licking my lips.  Sylvester was smiling: he
likes to see me in this mood.  I moved my hand an inch closer to the boy's
crotch, just under the frayed edge of his jeans-shorts.

   'What do you suggest then, Mikey?'

   No answer, so I slid my hand right up his shorts and rested it on his
cock, or rather on his underpants where his cock nestled.

   'So what do you think I want, Mikey?'

   Silence and then a sotto voce, muttered 'Sex.....'

   'You could well be right, Mikey.'

   I wriggled my hand under the underpants and had his limp cock.

   'I'm not the first to feel you here, am I Mikey?'

   Silence.....

   'Mikey, unless you answer my questions, and truthfully, it will be the
Law for you.  Caught burgling.  Think about it.  Now again: I'm not the
first to feel you here, am I Mikey?'

   'My brother Dan....'

   'What else, Mikey?  What do you do with your brother, and how old is
he?'

   'Thirteen.  We wank each other off at night sometimes.....well every
night really.'

   'That's better, Mikey.  No mouths, no bottoms then, just hands?'

   'That's right, Mr Kostavitch.'

   'So what sex do you think I want, Mikey?'

   'Mouths, bottoms, hands.'

   'Too right, Mikey.  But first we're going to shower.  I don't want a
stinky, grubby boy in my bed, and nor does Sylvester.

   'Want one of these, Boss?' Sly had taken a packet from his wallet.

   'Good thinking, Robin!' He popped one of the pills out and I swallowed
it, and saw he did too.  'The boy as well!'

   Sly had him swallow the viagra.  He made a face as it tasted bitter.

   'Was that pill v1agra, Sly?' The question was directed at Sllvester.

   'It was!  And my name's Mister Sylvester.'

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   Mikey watched as the Mr Kostavitch kicked off his shoes, removed his
wistcoat, jacket and trousers.  He was petrified.  What had he got himself
into.  These guys were huge, intimidating, hard men.  'Hands, mouth and
bottoms' he thought.  Bottoms!  That was terrifying.  It would hurt he was
sure.  But The Law would be worse....

   'Wait for us in the bedroom Sly.'

   Smiling the big man carefully gathered up his Boss's clothes and left
him and the boy in the small room between bedroom and shower.

   Mikey had stood there motionless as his captor pulled his tie off and
his shirt over his head.  His barrel chest was very hairy the boy thought.
And he looked almost comic in his boxer shorts, but still with black socks
on.  But the man did not look at all funny when he was naked and advancing
towards Mikey.

   At least his cock was not all that big, not much bigger than his
brother's really, though it was difficult to tell as it was not completely
hard.  'Not yet.....' the boy thought.

   'Now you Mikey!'

   Rough hands pulled his t-shirt up over his head, and then lingered a
moment or two on the bare skin of his chest stroking and tweaking nipples.
But then eager fingers were pulling at the leather belt's buckle,finding
the tag on the zip, pulling the zip down.

   The man's cock was fully hard now, and it was bigger than Mikey's
brother's.  But although frightening there was something exciting about
that so-manly weapon, standing erect from its nest of matted black hair. 
Mikey could feel his own cock beginning to wake up....

   Sometimes the moment of unrobing was to be savoured, but this time he
was in a hurry to see the boy naked, pulling shorts and underpants down
together.  The boy was not used to being seen naked and tried to hide his
little cock and balls behind his hands but that was to no avail as he had
to pull the bundle of blue denim and grubby white cotton over his feet.  As
he bent to do this his perfect little-boy bottom was revealed in all its
glory, smooth, white, rounded.  Sam licked his lips.

   He was a little angel!  But certainly in need of a shower!

   The water was not hot: not cold, certainly: just comfortably warm and
the shower powerful.  They stood side-by-side a few moments and then Sam
started to soap the boy's body.  If his fingers lingered over nipples,
bottom, cock and balls then who could blame him.  The boy was nicely hard
now, his knob peeping out from foreskin.  The soap smelled of lemons.

   sam soaped himself down and then, 'Soap my back, Mikey.'

   The guy's shoulders were hairy too, and Mikey started there, working
downwards towards his muscular arse, hairy too.  He found his cocklet was
standing very hard now, and it was good to feel these hard muscles under
his palms.

   'Now my arse, Mikey....'

   The guy leaned forward a bit and the boy slid his hand into the crease,
soapy fingers sliding up and down through the hair.

   'Inside too, Mikey.  Make it nice for Sly later.'

   'You want me to soap right inside you...??'

   'Get on with it!'

   His index finger slipped easily in and he moved it in and out, soaping.

   'Like that.  Don't stop, but soap my cock and balls with your other
hand.'

   The balls weighed heavy in his cupped hand, and his fist could not close
around the cock, and it was good to feel....

   Close your eyes while I wash your hair....it'll sting if you open them.'

   The boy had beautiful long, blonde hair, but it had been greasy and
dirty.  It would be delicious clean and shining.

   The little triangle of pubic hair and the bold little cock were so
appealing.  He skinned the knob and then massaged hairless balls and cock.

   'Now yours, boy.'

   then Sam slipped his finger inside the boy's anus.

   Mikey was surprised it did not hurt.  In fact there was a feeling that
went from inside his bottom, to his balls, to his cock.  It was nice as
that probing finger pressed somewhere deep inside him.

   'I'll cum if you keep doing that....'

   'Don't want that.  Not yet.  But I've woken your bottom up, Mikey. 
Rinse the shampoo off.

   Large white towels, a hairdryer, and into the bedroom, both of them
still hard.  Sly was laying naked on the bed, watching a video of an old
man caressing a much younger.

   Mikey gulped, and stared.  Sly's cock must have been twice as big as his
boss's.....well at least one and a half times.  Now, that really would
hurt, and probably would not get into a mouth with that great, flaming red
knob.

   Sam saw the boy's double take.

   'Yes.  He's big aint he?'

   'Too big for mouths and bottoms...' the boy sounded almost cheeky, but
inside was a mixture of excitement and fear.

   'You'd be surprised.  Show him, Sly...'

   'You want me to fuck him, Boss?'

   'No, fuck me, Sly.  Show him.'

   The video churned on unwatched, mirroring the scene on the bed.  Mikey
lay and watched entranced as Mr Kostavitch knelt and spread his hairy arse
with both hands.  His Number Two dipped fingers in a pot by the bed and
spread lubricant into the crease, into the anus, and then onto his own huge
erection.

   Sam winked at the boy as the knob and then the whole of the shaft
penetrated until Sly's hairy thighs rested on his Boss's hairy arse.  The
boy was fascinated, and strangely excited.  Boys at school had joked about
fucking inthe arse, but he had doubted it really happened.  And now here
were two guys clearly enjoying it.  They did not look gay.  Mikey tought
gays were slender, willowy, feminine men, not big, macho hard-men like
these.  Sly's bum looked like those American footballers he sometimes
watched late at night in the trailer, huge but muscular, the muscles
clenching and unclenching as he rammed his tool home, pulled it out and
rammed it in again.  Mikey realised he had always been interested in men
like these, and as his cock was now steel-hard he suddenly wondered if he
was gay.

   Both bums were hairy, and both men also had black hair on their
shoulders and backs.  Mikey wanted to touch them, especially Sly, wanted to
feel those muscles and stroke that mysterious hair.

   He crouched closer to "the beast with two backs" beside him and greatly
daring reached and tuched Sly's bottom.  Sly turned his head and smiled at
the boy.

   'Like what you see, Mikey?'

   As reply the boy nervously felt the pumping muscles with both hands,
feeling the life below his palms: a hand slid down towards the arse crease
and stroked the thick hair.

   'OK, Boss?'

   'It's alwayd good, Sly.  Faster now.....'

   'i'll cum if I do.....'

   'Then cum!'

   Thighs crashed into bum and then with a sort of grunting groan Sly came.
Mikey knew exeactly what he was feeling, and would have liked to cum
himself.  without thinking his hand left the guy's bum and gripped his own
little cock.

   But Sly was pulling out.

   'Need to rinse, boss, both of us.'

   Mikey was left alone with the video, and he lay there watching as the
older man, grey haired but very fit, was fucking a much younger boy....no
older than me, Mikey thought.  He took the remote and turned up the sound,
but it was all in what sounded like Russian, so he turnded it down again.
It was interesting you could see the boy was enjoying it: he had a dreamy
look on his face, a silly smile.  That might be fake, but he couldn't fake
his hard cock which he was wanking as the guy shafted him.  like Mr
Kostaviitch the boy loved it.  Mikey wondered if he could like it too, and
his initial fear was still present but overlaid by a mixture of curiosity
and excitement.  He knew Mr Kostavitch was going to stick his cock up his
bottom and it must surely hurt .....  but those fingers had felt good. 
funny feeling, but undeniably good.

   Still watching the video Mikey felt round his bum and pressed his anus
with his index finger.  That felt good, just the pressure and he wondered
why he had not found it before in his nightly masturbations.

   He spat on his fingers and took the experiment further, sliding his
forefinger up into his arse: that was ok but he could not find the place
where Mr Kostavitch had rubbed or pressed and given pleasure.  On the
screen the boy came, two spurts of cum up his chest.

   Mikey was laying there, cock hard, finger up bum when Sam Kostavitch
came back to the bedroom.  He stopped and looked at the blonde angel, so
innocent with his young, slender body but so naughty with his hard little
cock and that finger up his arse.

   'Practising, Mikey?'

   Startled the boy pulled his finger out and looked up, blushing a bright
red.

   Sam's cock twitched at the charming sight of the boy's embarassment.

   'Feels good does it?'

   'I couldn't find the place you rubbed, Mr Kostavitch.  In the shower. 
Was it because I was standing up?'

   'No.  It was because I know how to find the right place....'

   He scooped a dollop of "Analsilk" from the pot and lay beside the boy,
spreading it in the boy's arse-crease.

   'It's just here...'

   The man's fingers were up his bum again and this time there was no
discomfort and the pleasure was immediate as Sam massaged his little
prostate.

   'Oooh!  That's right!'

   'Good.  I'm putting a three fingers up you, and that will be as much as
my cock.  Kiss me while I do it.'

   It still felt strange to kiss, the man's face rough and stubbled, his
tongue playing inside the boy's open mouth.  But Mikey's cock was still
hard, he could feel Mr Kostavitch's cock hards against him, and the man's
hairy strength felt good as the boy fondled him.

   'I'll cum if you keep doing that.'

   'Then you're ready for your first fuck, my boy.'

   Mikey watched as the kneeling man greased his cock: it was almost
frightening close up like this, not straight like Mikey's but curving
backwards towards his hairy belly, a big blue vein running like a snake up
one side of it, the knob a bit wider than the shaft and a deep purple-red.
The foreskin had nearly disappeared now the knob was clear of it and the
cock ultra-stiff.  Was that really going up his bum.  Mikey was aware his
heart was beating with excitement, so loud Mr Kostavitch must hear it.  The
boy in the film had liked it, and so had Mr Kostavitch when Sly had fucked
him with a much, much bigger cock.  the boy told himself it would be all
right, but his excitement was overlaid by a real fear.  he just knew it
would hurt.  Knew!

   'Kneel down Mikey: that's best for your first fucking.'

   Pre-cum dripped from his cock as he looked at the boy's chubby, rounded
bottom, white, smooth, innocent.  He parted the cheeks again and gazed a
long moment at the pretty anus glistening with lubricant.  Another dollop
of lube and his three fingers again briefly up the boy.

   'Can't have too much lube....'

   He shuffled closer on his knees, pulled the boy upwards a bit to the
righr level, placed his knob and pushed.

   Downstairs, Sly smiled when he heard the boy's scream.  His Boss had
taken the lad's cherry!

   Upstairs it was not altogether the mdieval torture chamber (remember
what happened to the English king Edward 11 who buggered the pretty Piers
Gaveston and was rewarded by his nobles with a red-hot iron iron up his
Jacksie).  No this was not a red-hot poker but merely a hard, rampant cock
rather too big for the tight little arse-hole.  The screams soon stopped,
to be replaced by a sullen silence, the boy muffling his face in the pillow
and biting into the cloth.

   Almost unnoticed at first the boy's discomfort diminished, gradually
abating until it was no longer there.  Still the cock reamed in and out,
but now it was merely rather boring, and the boy found himself hoping the
guy would finish soon.

   And then the miracle: the cock was beginning to have the same effect as
those fingers earlier, pressing the right place with each thrust,
communicating the strangest feeling to his cock.  It was almost pleasant.
It was pleasant!

   'Oh yes!  That's right!  Like that!  Oh Jeez!  It's good now.'

   Sam laughed.  'Good boy!  I knew you would learn.  Your bum loves it
doesn't it?' He felt under the kneeling boy and found the cock nicely hard.
'Wank your cock while I fuck you!'

   The little fist flew up and down his cock, and that penetrating tool
went faster, harder.  sam started to tap the boy's bum playfully with open
hands, first one then the other in time with his thrusts.

   Amazingly that was good for Mikey too: if you had told him an hour ago
he would enjoy being spanked, even playfully and gently, he would have
thought you mad.  But it was good too.  He wanted to be Sam's plaything,
his boy-lover, to give his body to the man and the cock in his arse and the
hands on his bottom symbolised his submission to the big, hairy adult.

   Sam reached underneath again and felt that cock and balls, pulling
gently at a hairless ball-sack.  At that moment the boy squeaked, and his
hand on the boy's knob now he felt the boy-juice spurt.  He came himself
with that, three huge thrusts each ending in a squirt deep inside the boy
as he licked the thin cum from his hand.

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   Sam Kostavitch watched the boy dress.....beauty like that really desrved
better gear!

   'On your way out, Mikey, find Mr Silvester.  he'll be watching TV in the
room we were in earlier.  Tell him I said you're to have twenty pounds.'

   'Cor!  Thank you Mr Kostavitch!'

   'You've been a good boy, very brave.'

   'It was nice at the end...'

   'And always will be now....  Trust me, I know....'

   'Can i see you again, Mr Kostavitch?'

   'Of course, boy!  Any time you see the catr there just ring the bell....
and we'll have some more play together.'

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   Sly was watching boxing on TV, two light heavy-weights and no quarter
given.  The black guy, shaved head and hairless chest, seemed to be getting
better of the equally muscular white, hairy guy.

   'Mr Kostavitch says....'

   'Shhh!  Sit down beside me, Mikey, and tell me what he says when the
bell rings.'

   Mr Silvester smelled of lemons and the boy realised he had just showered
and must have perfumed soap.  It smelled nice, and it felt good when he put
a huge, muscular arm around the boy and pulled him closer so the Mikey
nestled up against him.  He could feel the strength in the man's chest as
his head rested there, against the silk of a white robe, tied at the waist
like those worn by karate fighters.  But this was so sexy with its soft,
shiny feel, and it left his thighs bare, disturbingly strong and hairy.

   Sly found the boy's thighs disturbing, too, in their sawn-off jeans,
slender and tanned.  He rested his free hand there, and let it creep up
under the edge of the boy's shorts.  Sly's cock stiffened, not un-noticed
by Mikey, who found his own cock had hardened too.

   The bell for the end of the round never rang, as out of nowhere the
white boxer produced a punch that floored the black one, who was counted
out.

   'I'm glad he won,' was Mikey's comment.

   'Why's that?'

   The boy hesitated and blushed.  'He looks nicer.  I mean he's sexy so
hairy..'

   Sly laughed.  'You like big, hairy men, Mikey?'

   And he stood up, undid the bow at his waist and the robe fell open to
reveal his cock: stiff, completely straight, long, and almost impossibly
broad with a purple-red helmet.  "Cut" Mikey thought, like his brother's,
but much, much bigger.

   'You're much bigger even than Mr Kostavitch....'

   'Did he hurt you?  I heard you call out, Mikey.'

   'It was ok at the end, nice.'

   'That's good!  One day you'll want this one too, you see.'

   'It would never go in...'

   'But it will in your mout, Mikey.  Suck it.'

   As he stood there his cock was level with the boy's head and inches from
his face.  He reached and held it, his other hand cradling the guy's great,
hairy balls as if weighing them.  The cock felt hot and he could feel it
twitching.  There was a drop of clear fluid in its eye.  Mikey wanted to
kiss it, suck it, but could he open his jaws wide enough?  Try soon!  First
lick the length of the cock, up the front where it is most sensitive...  at
least where Mikey knew his own was.  Must be right for Mr Silvester too as
he groaned and the drop of precum in his cock's eye incresed till it ran
down the shaft onto Mikey's tongue.  It had no taste, he found, and licked
the rest from the cock's eye.

   He decided to rty and opened his jaws as wide as he could: the knob was
not too big after all, and felt good in his mouth.  The man's hips moved
forward and his shaft slid into Mikey's mouth, but Mikey's hand on it
stopped it going too far.  Mikey found he could flutter his tongue up and
down the cock, at the front again, and that made Mr Sylvester groan with
pleasure.  That cock was sliding in and out Mikey's lips now ,' still
grasped in one of the boy's hands.  The other tickled and felt hairy balls,
pulling at the skin like he did his own when jerking off.

   The cock was going faster and faster now, and Mikey felt two strong
hands on his head, holding it in place.  The man muttered something and
Mikey's mouth was filled with cum.  It had no taste he found, but a lovely
bubbly, silky feel to it as it spurted.  He swallowed, and his mouth
wasover-filled by a second spurt, some of which escaped down his chin.  He
looked up at Mr Sylvester, their eyes meeting, and Mikey reading the
ecstasy the man was feeling as he came.  Sly looked down at the boys and
saw in his eyes admiration, submission, pleasure and pride too.  The boy
was a natural!

   He pulled his cock from the boy's mouth and watched as Mikey wiped the
cum from his chin and licked his finger.

   'You can tell me now, Mikey....'

   'What?

   'What The Boss said you were to tell me.'

   'Oh that!  I nearly forgot!  He says give me £20 before I go.'

   'Must have been good if you forgot that!'

   'Oh!  It was!'

   He watched as Sly crossed the room and pulled a wad of notes from his
trouser pocket, hanging in a cupboard.

   'Here, boy!  Here's the twenty, and another ten for being nice to me. 
Make sure nobody guesses how you earned them!'

   'I've got good places to hide things.'

   'Good.'

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