The Intruder

Taking a shower after a long jog I let the soap suds and warm water run down my lean body, skinny but lean with ropey muscles and smooth skin from working a desk job. "Not bad for almost thirty-five" I thought to myself as I inspected my hairless torso and my shaved balls and legs. Exiting the shower, I thought I heard a noise in my apartment, but I dismissed it. I had lived with some boyfriends on and off over the years but currently I am single and living alone. Dried off, I hung the towel and proceeded naked to the bedroom where I had laid my evening outfit out neatly on the bed.

Halfway across my apartment I stopped short, standing between me and my bedroom was a young man that could not have been more then nineteen. He was wearing sweat-stained grey gym shorts and a yellow tank top, the middle still dark with his sweat. His strong musky scent filled the hallway. His skin glistened, and I noticed droplets of it still on the edges of his dirty blond hair shaved short on the sides. I inhaled to protest or ask who he was, but he spoke first one simple word in a quiet but authoritative tone, "Kneel!"

Deep down I knew he was just the type of domineering twink boy I fantasized about submitting to, but my "real world" brain was still protesting the invasion of my privacy. As the two halves of my mind struggled, I ended up just standing there with a confused look on my face. The aggressive young man however was not hindered by any quandary he knew what he wanted, and he intended to have it. The youth strode to my naked body with a confident stride and slapped my face hard before repeating, "Kneel!"

That slap was just the fuel my submissive fantasy side needed to run over my logical day brain and leave it behind like roadkill. I looked up at the young man from my knees seeing the devilish grin grow wide at my actions. One hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into his sweaty abdominal region. The musky scent of the boy filled my nostrils as the now cold sweat of his soaked shirt coated my face. "Lick!" he demanded as he pulled the shirt front up the wet fabric pulling on my nose and cheeks.

I shut my brain off and obeyed, kneeling naked, I eagerly licked the twink's buttery smooth eight pack of abdominal muscles, my tongue running down one side of his V and up the other. The salty taste of his sweat coating my tongue. I followed the pretty boy intruder's silent commands as I was made to lick and smell his crotch and arm pits.

The scent of the arm pits was so raw and strong I almost gagged, but he only smiled and using his sneakered foot played with my ragging hard on. Led to the bedroom, I was pushed face down on top of my neatly laid out clothing and felt ropes bind my wrists behind me and my ankles to the foot of the bed spread wide. His twink cock slide into me as I lay there bound and helpless, his scent and taste still strong in my nostrils and mouth.

His strong sweat coated pelvis was making meaty slapping noises as it slammed into my ass, each thrust sinking his cock deep into me. My arms instinctively pulled on the ropes but he the young stranger knew what he was doing when he tied the knots. Seeing me struggle he laughed, his laugh had a dismissive tone as he knew I was helpless under him. Quick hard spanks landed on my ass as he continued to pound me, a reward for my insolence. The twink ran his right hand into his warm wet arm pit until his finger dripped drops of his foul sweat before he pulled my head back by the hair and stuck the wet fingers into my mouth.

I lost track of time as he fucked me and when I finally felt him arch his back and unload in me, I shot my own load all over my bed spread and formally neatly laid out clean clothing all without him once touching my cock during sex. He untied my wrists but left my ankles tied to the bed. "Be ready for me faggot, I will be back one day for more." He growled as he left and closed the door behind him.