ynI began to wear the shirt that was left outside my room the night someone watched me jerking off. It was tight, but it only made me look beefier. It was this shirt that helped me find the perv who broke into my house to watch me cum.
It was at the Starbucks near my work. I got my order and turned to leave when I saw this kid, maybe 16-years-old, looking at me scared as hell. You only see that look when someone has been caught and about to get in serious trouble. It’s the look for severe guilt and fear. I eye-fucked him as I passed. I would’ve said something, but it looked like he was with his parents.
I decided to do some stalking of my own, went to my car and waited for the kid to leave. A few minutes later, the family left (the boy still looking panicked) got into a brown station wagon. I followed them to a house a few miles from mine. I went back to work while hatching a plan for revenge.
I went back to the house a few times over the next couple of weeks, mostly at night. I figured out that the boy’s room was in the back of the house on the second floor. There was a lattice he uses to sneak in and out of the house, which was perfect for me.
I chose to pull off my revenge on the night of a thunderstorm a few months after seeing the kid at the coffee shop. By then, I found out that his name was Derick and that he went to school with my daughter. It was also a very warm, sultry night, so I knew his window would be left open.
It was around one in the morning when I climbed up the lattice work, naked, to the boy’s window. As expected, it was wide open. He had music playing, his bedding was thrown to the floor, and he was sleeping on his stomach, wearing only tighty-whities. He was slender, very twink-like.
I crept to his bed, slowly lowered myself next to him, and slid my right arm under his head, placing my hand over his mouth. With my left hand, I started to pull down his briefs. I managed to get his little boy panties around his thighs when he woke-up.
“So you like watching, eh?” I whispered in his ear.
He began to struggle, but I was a lot stronger than him. He also tried to cry out, but between the music and the thunder, there was no way his parents could’ve heard his muffled pleas.
I was already hard before I climbed into the room. It had been awhile since I was with a guy, let alone a teenage boy. My cock was dripping with pre-cum. The more he struggled against my body, the more I dribbled over his bed sheets and ass.
I use a foot to pull off his underwear all the way and began to massage his very tight boy pussy. As I did so, he began to relax a little, then he started to get into it.
I kissed his neck. He felt hot, flushed with adrenaline and testosterone. He moaned as rubbed my cock around his hole. He rolled over quickly and began to kiss me back. His little, hard cock pressing against me, flooding the bed with his own pre-cum.
I pushed him onto his back, pinned his legs against his ears and shoved my cock into that pretty, pink hole. He cried out in pain and exquisite ecstasy…again, no-one came to rescue him.
I fucked him long and deep. I dropped at least three loads in his as, cum, blood and shit were my lubes, and he covered himself in his own juices, each orgasm just as potent as the first.
When I was finished, I pulled out, shoved my filthy cock into his mouth, and made him clean it.
“Next time, your ass better be clean for Daddy, bitch!”
Between gasps, he muttered, “Next time?”
I went out the way I came…and his as was cleaner the next time he came to my house….
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