Burgled

I was lying on top of my sheets on my mattress trying to sleep in the heavy heat of the city. The Mad Tower was alone for a block in most directions, and that let the heat hit from all sides with never any shade from dawn to dusk. I was naked and sweating and wishing it were cooler. Alone in the apartment, my Mom had a cleaning job and wouldn't be home until the early hours of the morning, she would make it home in time to fix my breakfast and see me off to school, then try to sleep herself in the heat of the summer day.

I was six years old, too young to be left alone, but it was the nighttime and I was told not to let anyone in the house. But I was still awake when I heard the front door, someone was tinkering with its lock.

I knew what to do, I slid out of the bed and went into the closet (we only had the one room, Mom would sleep in here during the day) and covered myself with a blanket and shivered. We didn't have anything worth stealing, he might take our old worn out TV set or some of my toys but there wasn't anything else we owned worth taking. Little to no furniture even, like this room only held the mattress and me and Mom's clothes.

He banged around in the front room, like he knew Mom was gone. We hadn't lived here long, maybe he didn't even know I existed, thought the apartment was vacant.

He came into the bedroom and turned on the light. I hunkered down more and tried not to cry. The closet door was on a slider, it slid open and I waited. The blanket was taken off me and I looked up at my attacker.

He wasn't the usual Mad Towers guy, which were mostly black and Latino, he was white like me, about twenty years old, clean, with nice clothes (green tanktop, blue shorts and sneakers, all looked new), and was very, very handsome with nice muscles. He had black hair, pale blue eyes, and looked upset and angry. "Shit, she has a kid?" he said to me.

"Uh-huh." I said, scared.

"Your mother, she got her paycheck today. I saw her bringing up her bags. Where's the money?"

"I don't know." I admitted.

"She's worked for a week, she couldn't have spent it all. Rent money, she has to save the rent money somewhere. Where is it?"

"I don't know." I said again. "I guess in her purse, she can take it to work and lock it in a locker there."

"Hell! She'd better not have!" He looked at me, naked and afraid. "Get out of there and let me search."

I scrambled out of the closet past him and got into the bed instead, hunkered up against the corner there. Waited while he felt inside pockets and such.

"Not a Goddamned thing!" he growled. "Fuck!" he looked at me. "You have any money?"

"My...my piggy bank." I admitted. "I got over three dollars in it." I said hopefully.

"Shit, that's no good!" he growled. "What the fuck am I going to do?" He sat down on the mattress and looked over at me. "What use are you, you and your mother?"

"Mom had to move out, Daddy was hurting her." I told him. "We came here with nothing, just some clothes. We don't have anything yet."

"How old are you?" He asked me. "Five? Four?"

"Nearly six." I said. "I start elementary school in September."

"Six year old boy alone in an apartment. Mom out to work all night long." He knew a lot about my mother, it seemed. He looked at me, licked his lips. "Sleeping all naked by yourself."

"It's hot." I said.

"Damned hot." he said. He shucked off his sneakers, he wasn't wearing socks with them, looked at me again. "I got to get something out of this. You could tell people who I am, describe me to them. I ought to kill you."

I whimpered at that, but bit my lip. He was talking to himself.

"I kill you, they'll kill me." He went on. "Nobody but you knows I'm here."

"I won't tell anyone." I said. "I promise."

"Got to get something for my trouble." he said again. "Get something."

"I don't got anything." I whined. "Please, I don't got anything but my piggy bank, it's right over there...."

"Fuck that three dollars." he said. "I'll tell you what I want." He lay back with his head and upper back on the wall, his legs splayed out on the mattress. "Get over here."

I moved slowly to get up on my knees next to him.

"My dick." He gestured and I looked down at his crotch. He had a stiffie in his shorts. "Take it out. Play with it."

I understood this, you grow up like me and you learn a lot very young. I reached into his shorts and gripped his dong, it was warm and stiff and it grew stiffer still in my hand.

He said. "Good, now take it out."

I pulled the shorts down so his cock could be outside of them. He grunted and lifted his hips, skinned the shorts down to mid-thigh. Settled back down. "Now, you know how to pump a cock?"

"A little."

"Jump hang onto it and move your hand up and down. Make the skin slide up and down on the shaft. Ummmm, mmmmmh, yeah, like that." He said as I began to work his dong. "That's nice, yeah, shit, yeah. Nice little boy working my dick."

He looked at me and I saw determination in his eyes. "Can you suck it, too?"

"I don't know how." I said. "Like sucking a straw?"

"More like working the cock with your lips and tongue instead of your fingers. Use a lot of spit, too, it'll help it slide back and forth easier."

I obeyed his instructions and he moaned happily. "Ahhh, damn, yeah, kid, you are getting good at this. Keep doing it, only faster and I'll cream a hot juicy load for you to gulp down. Come on, kid, do it faster, you'll love the flavor of warm, sticky man-juice."

I didn't know about that, but he was moaning and enjoying it. I watched his face, all movie-star handsome and softened by the joy he was getting and he suddenly didn't look so threatening at all. He had let me take his dick in my mouth, all I had to do was bite down on it and he'd be in so much pain he'd let me alone to escape. He didn't even show me a knife, he'd thought the apartment was empty.

He was having me do this because he wanted me to do it. As if he read my mind, he opened his eyes, looked down and reached for my little dick and began to play with it. I'd never had a grownup play with my dick, only my friends before we had to run away from Daddy. "Ooh, ooh, that feels good." I said to my burglar. "Keep doing that, it feels really nice."

"You get back to sucking, you're doing that really nice." He agreed. I bent to my task with a will and he let out a long, low moan. "Ooooooooooh, Christ, kid, you really are blowing my brain along with my dick. Scoot around here and I'll do yours, oooh, oh, hurry, I'm so fucking close!"

I sidled around and he reached his handsome face over to capture my peter and he began to slurp on it. Oh, I nearly lost my mind, it felt so good. I never had felt anything like this, it made playing with your fingers pale in how joyful it was. I sucked at his cock hard and fast and he moaned, sucked me harder, and I shook with my little-boy orgasm and he moaned again, louder, more urgent, and then shot his spooge. "Ooh, oh, uh-uh-uh, AHHH-HAHH-UHHH-HOOHHHHHH!"

I was taken aback by how much and how hard he squirted it out. I had pictured a slow flow of liquid, this was hard and fast, like it was jetting out of his dick, and I gulped some of it and more flowed in and splattered against my tonsils and I gasped and the spooge went up my nose and I snorted and the spunk dribbled out of my nose.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" he panted and looked at me as I sat up, my nose dribbling his jizz, and he gave weak chuckle. "Boy, kid, you got overloaded, didn't you?" He had a nice smile on his face.

I smiled back. "I sure did. You made me feel so good, I wanted you to feel good, too."

"Nice." He sighed. "What's your name, kid?"

"Damien." I told him.

"I'm Zane." he said to me. "You know something, kid, I'm sorry I broke into your apartment and your home and scared you."

I thought about this. "I'm not. Not now, I mean."

He gave a snort of laughter, easy warm laughter. "I know what you mean, considering otherwise we wouldn't have gotten to know each other."

"About six thirty in the morning." I told him. "She fixes my breakfast and gives me a kiss and I go to a daycare center for hours because she needs to get some sleep. I come home and we visit until I go to bed, and she goes to work." I sighed. "It'll be easier when I go to school this fall, she won't have to pay for daycare that way."

He told me his story in turn, he'd come here a year ago to try to become an actor on the stage or TV or movies. He wasn't having much luck on that, yet. I argued with him on that, saying, "But Zane, you're so good-looking, they ought to want you."

"Yeah, that's what I thought, but so far, it ain't necessarily so." He sighed. "So I am running out of money and have to find a real job, I guess. A waiter, I could wait tables like a lot of actors do."

"Sure, that would work." I agreed with him.

"But it costs so much money to live here." He went on. "Even these apartments take more money than I can afford, it's why I was breaking into apartments."

"Mommy says she wishes she could find someone to live with us and help with the rent." I said idly. "I guess they'd take this room and we'd sleep in the living room if she can find someone."

"Yeah." Zane agreed. "Your mother' name is Mary, isn't it? Mary Cabbins."

"Uh-huh."

"Let me see what I can do." Zane reached for the alarm clock which now read eleven-fifteen. "I'll set the alarm clock for five thirty a.m. and we'll rest and see if we can play some more before I go."

He woke up about two o'clock at night and I woke up with him sucking on my peter again. I moaned and squirmed around to get hold of him and I sucked him all the way to his climax again. This time, I was expecting it and was able to drink it all down as he shot it out.

I woke up again at four o'clock and he had slipped up behind me and had kind of greased up my upper legs in between and slipped his dick in there and was moving it back and forth. I felt his shaft sliding back and forth on my balls and I played with myself as he did that and he squirted his load out in front of me as I came, and it was like I was coming. He nibbled my upper ear and promised he would always be good to me.

I woke up before five a.m and climbed on top of him and put my dick on top of his and I began to rub it back and forth. He woke up as his cock got hard and gasped, let me rub away as he watched my face. "Oh, oh, kid, yeah, come on, rub that little peter over my big one, shit, yeah, rub it, baby, rub it."

I shook with my climax and he rolled me over and took over rubbing until he could shoot his load onto my stomach. Looked at the clock and sighed. "I'd better go."

I clung to him. "Don't go! I like you, Zane, please stay."

He smiled and rubbed my head. "Don't you fret, kid, you're not getting rid of me that easily."

He was true to his word. Mom was waiting for me to come home and she said, "Guess what, Damien! We have a new roommate. He's going to live in the bedroom and you and I will sleep out here, and we can save money enough to get furniture and even move to a new place before too long."

"I sleep in here?" I asked.

"Yes, of course."

The man came out of the bedroom and I looked at him and smiled and he smiled at me. "You don't have to do that. Damien can sleep with me if he wants to."

Mom hesitated, said, "What do you think? You want to share the bedroom with Zane?"

"I would love it." I assured her.

Zane had been a burglar in the start, but the only thing he stole was my heart.

THE END
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