Homo Alone
Liam Murphy’s home was being robbed … and he was AT HOME AT THE TIME!
This handsome hooligan of about eighteen years of age, attempting to steal parets off the humble little Toyota in his backyard again!
Liam peered at the thief from his bedroom window (and noticed that either this new robber was short, or he was somewhat younger than the others who'd recently descended upon his home) and watched him work. The thieving lad had gorgeous green eyes that could be described from a distance, slicked-back red hair and sensuous lips that emphasized his handsome features, and his slender frame supplemented his youthful expression perfectly. Still Liam was afraid … and being thus, he took up his .45 and was attempting to rush outside to confront this youth.
But soon he realized that there was no way in hell he would get more young blood on his hands. You see he’d accidentally killed a thief a year earlier by hitting him just a little bit too hard with a tire ir. And he didn’t want to kill again. So he flattened himself against the side of the garage and waited. Eventually the youth, his arms full with the hubcaps, quickly walked past him.
Stepping up behind the boy, he brought the butt of the revolver down upon the back of the intruder's head. Not hard enough to crack the boy's skull, but hard enough to make his knees melt and his eyes roll up. The redheaded youth's lifeless body slumped backwards pinning Liam under the weight of his slender body. The hubcaps fell from his hands, clattering loudly on the driveway pavement.
For a couple of seconds, home-alone Liam lay motionless, trying to regain his composure and half afraid the robber was faking. But after a moment, common sense kicked in and he wormed out from under the unconscious youth. Still clutching the firearm, the nurse held it out toward the lad ready for the intruder to raise up and make an attempt to attack. Liam's heart was beating like crazy. When he finally convinced himself that the Latin lad wasn't going to move, he checked to make sure he hadn't killed the boy. Then his mind raced to form a plan on what to do next. He seized the lad by his ankles and dragged him into the house. Once this task was accomplished Liam even somehow managed to worry the youth onto his own bed.
He was a very handsome redheaded rogue who, despite his lack of facial hair, couldn't have been younger than eighteen . . . with a skin color that Liam could describe as being porcelain, very big green eyes (now closed in slumber) long lashes and a slim build. He was wearing a plaid blue button-down shirt, a tank-top T-shirt underneath, khaki trousers, white socks and black Converse all-star sneakers on his feet. This stunning, slender porcelain lad, with his vivid, red hair and vibrant green eyes wasn't home-alone at all however. He stood about five feet five inches and had the words "Lil' Lupercalian" tattooed on his flat tummy in this Celtic style of lettering. The ID in his wallet revealed his birth name as being Shane Michael Philban.
He was unconscious. Or was he? He still wasn’t sure.
If he was faking, Shane continued to pretend to be our cold as the home-alone rogue slowly pulled his sweats and underwear to his ankles and slipped them over his feet. Instead of protesting Shane feigned sleep and even squirmed a bit to make it easier for Liam to remove his clothing. He kept faking sleep even when the home-alone youth took his soft cock in his mouth and sucked on it until the shaft grew thick fast.
No, Shane didn't even pretend to awaken when Liam Murphy went down and sucked his balls.
Shane Philban let out a small moan and opened his legs a little when this happened ... and that SHOULD have tipped Liam off that he was awake. But if the rogue youth was aware that his enemy was conscious, he didn't let on. He simply licked his balls and continued licking down each leg and to the burglar’s feet, and sucked his toes and licked all around the tops of his feet. Liam hungrily licked between Shane's toes. He moved from toe to toe, sucking each in turn until Philban’s toes were wet with his saliva. And when he finished with one foot, he lifted the other one.
The feeling of having his feet licked and sucked was beyond anything Shane had ever experienced before. He submitted to being ministered without resignation--he simply lay there and faked unconsciousness while his intended burglary victim had his way with his feet. Liam began licking the sides of his feet. And when he was done bathing them with his tongue, the home-alone rogue decided to focus on another part of his apparently knocked out would-be burglar’s body.
Liam flipped the limp, handsome lad over onto his stomach. Then the home-alone rogue gently parted the unconscious youth's ass cheeks and began to lick at his whole ass crack. The twenty-year-old tasted rather pure and clean. Liam narrowed his licking to Shane’s anus, working his tongue around it. He pressed the tip of his tongue to the knocked-out boy's back door, and it opened, letting himself inside. He heard a soft moan from his unconscious captive and pressed firmly until his tongue was imbedded in the green-eyed robber’s anus as far as it could go. The home-alone rogue worked in a circular motion, simultaneously rubbing at his own crotch. He felt Shane’s anus clamp repeatedly on his tongue as he began orgasm all without ever having fully regained consciousness. Maybe he truly had knocked the sense out of the nineteen-year-old’s red head. He licked till his heart’s content before dragging the lad's limp body back outside. He would have left Shane right there, but Liam suddenly felt that hunger return. The hunger that made him crouch down by the knocked-out lad’s bare feet again.
Liam sucked the would-be robber’s toes all over again. He also licked Shane Philban's soles and his heels and didn't stop until he himself groaned and shot torrents of jizz in his pants. Then he left the redheaded boy where he lay and returned to the house to take a shower. He didn’t care about leaving the unconscious youth. The home-alone rogue felt that, if Shane Philban somehow came to his senses and still had the energy to make another attempt at robbing his home, he was welcome to anything he wanted.
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