The Break-In

Brad Harper is in no mood for a burglar.

The digital clock on Brad Harper’s nightstand glowed 2:17 a.m. when a noise jolted him awake: a sharp thump from downstairs. His wife Carolyn stirred beside him, her breath warm against his shoulder. “What was that?” she mumbled, half-asleep.

“Dunno,” Brad whispered. Something told the father of two that this was nothing.

Brad slid out of bed, the wood floor cool under his bare feet. His eyes closed, and he grimaced the moment he heard a creak. “Probably the cat knocking over another vase,” he lied, grabbing his robe from beside the bed. His gut felt twisted. That sound was too heavy for a cat. “Maybe…” he said, turning to Carolyn. She was already asleep again. It was probably for the best.

Brad tiptoed down the hallway, past his younger son Damon’s room, and paused outside 18-year-old Jacob’s door. A sliver of light spilled into the hallway. Strange. Jacob hasn’t slept with a light on in years and refuses to sleep with the television running. Why the light? Inside, low grunts and wet, rhythmic sucking echoed throughout the bedroom. Brad’s blood ran cold. He eased the door open wider.

“No…” Brad said, spotting a burglar with his son.

The burglar—an athletic man in a black ski mask—stood by Jacob’s bed, his jeans pooled around his ankles and his shirt and jacket on the floor. One hand grasped Jacob’s brown hair, forcing the boy’s mouth down onto his thick, veiny cock. Jacob’s eyes were wide with terror, tears streaking his cheeks as he choked and gagged around each thrust. He was dressed only in a pair of white boxers and a black muscle shirt.

“Take my cock, kid,” the man said, his voice deep and cruel. “You’re the best one on your street. Guess I saved the best for last.”

“Piece of shit…” Brad growled under his breath as he reached for his cock and rubbed it. “Touching my boy…” Brad lifted his head to get a better look. He was shocked at how much cock could fit in his son’s throat. “Who does he think he is?”

Brad moved like lightning. Before the burglar realized that Brad was racing toward him, Brad’s fist connected with his temple. Boom! The man was sent crumpling to the floor with a groan. He lifted his head slightly before resting it on Jacob’s hardwood floor.

“You okay, Jake?” Brad said, helping his son up. Jacob trembled, wiping saliva from his chin. “Dad, he—”

“I know.” Brad’s gaze locked onto the burglar, now groaning and disoriented. A rage simmered in his chest. How could this piece of shit touch his firstborn? Violate him? “Get the duct tape from my toolbox. Now.”

While Jacob scrambled to his father’s workbench in the garage, Brad hauled the burglar onto the bed. The man whimpered as Brad ripped off the ski mask, revealing a handsome face. Couldn’t be any older than twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Why was this good-looking young guy crawling into windows? “Please, I’ll leave—”

“Shut up.” Brad slapped him hard, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Jacob returned, tape in hand. Together, they pulled off the burglar’s pants, bound his wrists to the bed frame, and his ankles wide apart.

“Should we call the police now?” Jacob asked.

“No… please…” the man begged. “I have a wife and kids.”

Brad traced a finger down the burglar’s brawny chest after getting on the bed. He pulled his robe off, revealing his rigid cock. He was too full of adrenaline to worry about what his son might think. “You like forcing yourself on sexy teenagers?” He gripped the man’s limp cock, squeezing until the burglar yelped. “Let’s see how you like it.”

“Dad…?” Jacob said, holding his crotch through his white boxers.

He spat on the burglar’s hole, then pressed his thick cockhead against it. “Hold him down, Jake.” Jacob pinned the burglar’s shoulders as Brad shoved in, burying himself to the hilt. The man cried out, making it clear he was not used to taking a dick. Brad fucked him hard and deep, each thrust making the bed frame squeak. “Feel that, you piece of shit? That’s what you get.”

“Oh… oh fuck…” the man moaned, struggling to pull his wrists free. “Please…”

“You should have stayed home with your wife and kids tonight, son,” Brad said, fucking the burglar with incredible intensity. “Don’t you know what being a good dad is all about?”

“Harder, Dad,” Jacob said, pulling his cock from his shorts and masturbating. Brad looked at his son’s toned body and nine-inch shaft and smiled. The teen didn’t have any shame about exposing himself in front of his father.

“Like this?” Brad asked, gripping the burglar’s hips and fucking the man so hard his eyes rolled back.

“Fuck yeah,” Jacob replied, stepping closer to the bed. “Teach him a lesson.”

“Hear that, dude?” Brad sneered. “My son thinks I should teach you a lesson.”

Brad became feral, fucking the man so hard it seemed like he might pass out. Brad enjoyed rough sex, but Carolyn didn’t. Thankfully, there were several young staffers in his office who were happy to lend him a hole when he was horny. From the look of it, Jacob was into rough sex, too. Brad wondered if his son would be interested in the sort of father/son relationship Brad shared with his own father, Cort.

“Tight… nnnghhh… real tight…” Brad said, aggressively pummeling the man while his son stood by and watched, still twisting his hands around nine inches of cock. He was almost as long as his father, but nowhere near as thick.

“Shit, Dad…” Jacob said, admiring his father. Was it Brad’s speed, his muscular build, or his carefree nature that transfixed Jacob?

“You like watching me fuck?” Brad said, turning to watch his boy masturbate.

“Uh-huh…” Jacob said, nodding. “It’s not the first time I’ve watched you fuck.”

“The little scamp,” Brad thought. “He’s been watching me fuck his mother.”

The idea of his son being a voyeur, watching his father and mother be intimate, aroused Brad. He used to watch his parents fuck as well. Once, Cort caught teenage Brad and encouraged him to come into the bedroom for a closer look. Brad’s mom never noticed him jerking off excitedly in the dark while Cort banged her. The following day, Brad lost his virginity.

“Fuck… oh fuck…” Brad grunted, his cock releasing warm semen into the intruder’s hole. “Shit…” Brad smiled and shook his head, sweat dripping from his face and hair. “I almost feel sorry for you, son.”

“Let me go…” the burglar said. “I promise, I won’t tell anyone…”

“Who do you think they’d believe?” Brad laughed, pulling his cock out and stroking it. “You or me? I’d just tell the police you threatened my boy’s life. Forced me to fuck you.”

“Christ…” the burglar said.

“You want to fuck him?” Brad said, reaching for Jacob’s arm and guiding him to the bed. “Don’t be shy, son.”

“I had something else in mind,” Jacob replied, pulled his shorts off, and climbed onto the bed.

“Hold up…” the burglar said, his enormous cock bobbing from side to side.

“Felt good in my throat,” Jacob breathed, already straddling the burglar’s hips. “I was curious how it’d feel inside me.” He reached down, fingers wrapping around the burglar’s thick, flushed cock. It stiffened instantly in his grip. “This is what you wanted anyway, bro.” Jacob spat into his palm, slicking the burglar’s shaft with a slow, deliberate stroke. The man beneath him groaned, a mix of submission and unwilling arousal.

Brad’s chuckle was uncaring and cold, his hand sliding possessively over Jacob’s lower back. “My boy has always been curious. Like father, like son, huh?” He squeezed Jacob’s hip. “Show me how you take it.”

Jacob locked eyes with his father, a challenge and an invitation. He lifted his hips, positioning the burglar’s slick cockhead right at his tight hole. “Watch close, Dad,” he whispered, voice trembling with anticipation. “See if I do it as well as the interns in your office.”

“How do you…?” Brad said, surprised.

“Dad… I go to school with their younger brothers,” Jacob replied, smirking. “They’ve sent me some of your videos too.”

“I’ll be damned,” Brad said, shaking his head in faux anger. In truth, he was becoming hornier by the second as he imagined his son jerking off to his amateur sex videos.

Jacob sank down slowly, inch by inch, a sharp gasp escaping his throat as the burglar’s thick shaft stretched him wide. His knuckles turned white where he braced himself on the man’s thighs. The intruder beneath him arched, a raspy moan filled the room as Jacob’s hot, tight hole encased his cock.

“Fuuuck, Jake,” Brad growled, mesmerized. His free hand rubbed circles on Jacob’s lower stomach, feeling the bulge beneath the skin. “Look at you. Taking that filthy thief’s cock like you own it. You’re a goddamn natural.” He leaned in, his breath hot on Jacob’s lips. “Sink all the way down, son. Take every inch of that pathetic burglar.”

Jacob whimpered, obeying, dropping his hips until his ass met the burglar’s thighs, fully impaled. He shuddered, head falling back as a wide smile crossed his face. “So deep… fuck, Dad…”

“Now ride him,” Brad commanded, his own cock hardening again as he watched his boy bounce on the burglar’s throbbing dick. “Make him give you what you want. Make him pump his load right up inside you.”

Jacob moaned, leaning back to show off his rippling body to his father. His long cock swung from side to side, slapping his sweaty flesh as he bounced heavily onto the burglar’s dick. Jacob rose up, thighs trembling, then slammed back down, taking the burglar to the hilt with a wet slap. Again and again and again. His pace was urgent, needy, his own neglected cock leaking heavily against his stomach. The burglar grunted beneath him, his hips jerking involuntarily upwards, meeting Jacob’s downward thrusts.

“Fuck, that’s a big cock…” Jacob called out. “Bigger than any of my teachers!”

Brad watched, enthralled, his hand sliding from Jacob’s stomach down to roughly stroke his son’s leaking erection in time with his bounces. “That’s it. Milk him, son. Milk that dirty cock dry. Show him what a Harper can take.” He squeezed Jacob’s shaft hard. “Gonna let him fill you up? Gonna feel that thief’s cum flooding your guts?”

“Ungh… God, yes, Dad!” Jacob moaned, his rhythm becoming frantic. “Fuck… he’s deep, Dad…” pointing the head of the man’s cock as it pushed against his stomach. “Shit… feels so fucking good… ungh…”

The burglar’s back arched off the bed, and a raucous howl shook the room as he erupted. Jacob joined the man, moaning through his own orgasm as the hot, thick pulses flooded his ass. Brad flinched as Jacob’s cum shot him unexpectedly in the face.

“Beautiful, son,” Brad said, stroking his cock as Jacob’s milk ran down his heaving physique. “Just beautiful.”

Jacob slumped forward, out of breath, the burglar’s softening cock still buried inside him. He looked up at his father, eyes glazed and satisfied. “Learned from the best,” he panted, planting a kiss on Brad’s lips.

Brad patted his ass, sticky with sweat and cum. “Damn right you did,” he said, pulling away. A strand of saliva connected from both their bottom lips. He glanced at the burglar, limp and gasping beneath them. “Now get off him.” He pulled Jacob up, a thick trickle of white immediately leaking down Jacob’s thigh onto the burglar’s groin. “Hope he enjoyed the ride,” Brad added, his voice a cold baritone. “I can just imagine where your wife thinks you are, son. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Jacob stepped off the bed, cum dripping onto the carpet, and reached for his phone. The burglar just whimpered, staring blankly at the ceiling, utterly spent and broken.

Brad ruffled Jacob’s hair. “Go shower, champ.”

As Jacob walked out of the bedroom, Brad leaned down to the burglar’s ear. “If you ever come around here again… bring a couple of buddies.”

“You’re nuts,” the burglar said.

“Think about it,” Brad said, leaning in for a kiss before unfastening the tape. The burglar pulled his pants and shoes on and practically leaped out of the window with the rest of his clothes under his arm. “Think about it!” Brad repeated while the man was still in earshot.

Brad picked up his robe, walked back to his bedroom, and slid into bed beside Carolyn. She sighed, nuzzling his neck. “Find the source of the noise?”

Brad kissed her forehead. “Just the cat, honey. Go back to sleep.”