My friend Patrick arrived looking very sexy. I had invited him over for the evening for drinks and dinner and maybe more. I live alone, but have many friends - some of them, like Patrick, are very close - close like in fuck buddy. Patrick and I are the same age, 38, and are both built the same--6', 170, toned, and good-looking. That evening I was hoping he would be as horny as I was, and stay over. When he came in the house, and flashed that mischievous smile which he's known for, I knew we'd have fun later.

I live in the country, in complete privacy so I never worry about anyone stopping by unexpectedly, or looking in the windows. So, I often hang out naked. That July evening was very warm, and after dinner, we were both feeling quite hot, so, at my suggestion, we stripped down and hung out on the patio for a while. But that didn't last long, as Patrick started playing with himself and his cock got hard. It was getting late anyway so I thought 'why wait' - I stood behind his chair, and started massaging his broad shoulders. Then worked my fingers down to his pecks, and pulled on the nipples. He reached around and grabbed my cock, which was hard now too.

We made our way upstairs to the bedroom, me leading the way by pulling him by his cock behind me. We both landed on the bed at the same time and started in like there was no tomorrow. Like I mentioned, we are built very similar and both have big cocks and low hanging balls. Fortunately, we don't want the same thing: he's a top, and I'm a bottom. As a top, Patrick knows what he's doing and can really get me going, and get me off. His cock has a very large head on it so I really feel it going in and out. He was really into it that night and we hugged, kissed, sucked and fucked for a long time. We both finally came. Covered in sweat and cum, I got a towel and cleaned us both up. Patrick was already drifting off, but woke up long enough to grab me and give me a very masculine good-night kiss. Then he was out.

We went to sleep with all the doors and windows open, as I usually do in the summer, so there would be plenty of night air to cool the house down. In those days, I never thought a thing about security, as the house is a ways off the road and few people even know about it, so I never even thought about locking up at night. The left side of my bed is against the wall and Patrick fell asleep there, and I had the other side open to the room. The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was how incredibly pitch black the night was and how dark the room was.

Some time later something strange happened. A hand was on my cock and balls feeling them. This hand was coming from the room side - not Patrick's side. I thought "what is Patrick doing out of bed fooling around with me - in the middle of the night". So I reached over to where Patrick was suppose to be lying to see if he was there HE WAS THERE!!! If Patrick was in the bed where he was supposed to be, then who was in the room next to the bed touching me? Have you ever heard that expression "your blood ran cold?" Well that's exactly what happened. I absolutely froze in terrified disbelief. Patrick was asleep next to me and some unknown person was in the room touching my cock and balls. I grabbed Patrick's arm and in a shaking voice I said, "Patrick - wake up - there's someone in here." Then I could hear the intruder step back and leave the room - running into the door and stepping on my cat - who screamed loudly. So what do I do? I jumped out of bed, ran into the hall, and turned on the balcony light above the stairway just as the intruder was making his way down. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, but was bare-foot. He had his T- shirt pulled over his face, I guess to hide it from me. But I could somehow sense he was cute. And young. And blond. And very sexy. So what do I do then? I yelled out, WAIT STOP COMEBACK"!

He ran out the front door, crashed into the patio furniture, ran down the gravel driveway (bare-foot) and disappeared into the night. Meanwhile, Patrick finally woke up and stumbling into the balcony, naked, asked "What's happening"?

Naturally, I called the police. It was 2:30 AM - not knowing if this intruder was around or coming back, Patrick and I hung around outside with all the lights on inside and out, and we're freaked. Then, we noticed, next to the patio, a pair of sneakers and a backpack. While waiting for the police, we checked this out and found the usual kid stuff - Walkman, clothes, cigarettes, a magazine, and a pocketknife with the initials JDP. When the police arrived, we looked around for clues, and I discovered that my watch was gone and $300 missing from my wallet. The cops did their reports and left.

The next day I called a few neighbors to tell them about this intruder. I was hoping someone might have some ideas and one neighbor, two houses down did.

"JDP? That sounds like Joey Parker. My son didn't believe in banks so he kept his cash in his room - over $1,000 disappeared one time. We believe it was Joey. I've seen him prowling around these woods several times acting suspicious".

So I called the police and related this suspicion. The next day a detective called and said, "We've found your perpetrator. It is Joey Parker. He had your watch and he confessed".

To this day I wonder about that night. Why did Joey rob me, then go into my bedroom and feel me out. How did Joey know his way around my house in the pitch dark of night? Why did he think I'd want to be fondled like that by a stranger anyway? I think it must be this way: the year before, the house was under construction and open. Like my neighbor said, he saw him wondering around suspiciously in the woods. Joey must have been in the house while it was being built and was familiar with it. And, I had a studio next door where I had some gay porn, so he knew the score with me. Maybe he even was hiding out in the woods at night seeing me naked and listening to conversations from the patio. A pretty scary thought - almost like being stalked.

The judge was easy on Joey -- he said he came from a good family in the community; he was an alcoholic, drug addict and needed help not prison time. Joey did however, spend four months in the county jail.

About nine months later, about 8pm, at dusk, a car pulls up in my driveway. I don't have friends stop by unannounced so this type of visitor is usually the Jehovah's Witness or the like. The car pulls up and stops but the driver stays inside. So I approached the car, and saw a young man who slowly got out. He was tall, thin, blond, and very good-looking.

Very nervously he says, "Hi I'm Joey Parker...um, I robbed you last year and I just wanted to stop by and apologize for it."

We talked for a few minutes and aside from me saying that I appreciated the gesture of apologizing for robbing me, I don't really remember much of the short conversation. It was a very awkward situation and I was actually shaking. We shook hands, he got in his car and drove away. All night I was totally sexually charged up and felling very weird about it.

About a week later, while working in the garden on a very warm afternoon, Joey shows up again. This time, wearing nothing but a tight swimsuit and sneakers.

"I was just down at the river swimming and I thought I'd stop by and see you."

Again I was very nervous, felt the situation very strange and not at all knowing what I was suppose talk to this kid about. I guess it didn't matter much, because he wasn't a very good conversationalist anyway and he just kind of kicked around acting awkward. I told him he'd have to take off because I had to get ready for guests.

Six months later, on a cold rainy evening, I was in the house reading a book or something and notice a person dashing by out in my yard, which was lit by the outside house lights. A very creepy sight, I have to tell you. Alone, in a house way off the road in a wooded area, at night, you can easily let your imagination run wild, which I did. But I had to check it out so I cautiously went outside and called out. Out of the woods and onto the porch runs Joey - soaking wet and looking very sexy. What the hell - I invited him in and gave him a beer, which was unnecessary, as he seemed already sort of drunk. Again I was very nervous but decided to see what this kid was all about. So, I asked him about the four months in the county jail and if he saw any sex going on there. He said yes. I asked him if he had any sex there. He said that there was this guy that sort of "took care" of him so he wouldn't be hassled by the other dudes in the joint. That sounded hot to me. I wanted him to elaborate but being a guy of few words, he didn't seem to want to talk about it. But I thought I noticed a bulge growing in his jeans. I then asked him if he was gay - he said he didn't like labels. All right - so what's this kid doing here - he looked horny to me so I asked him if he wanted to go upstairs and fool around and he sheepishly said 'sure'.

We went upstairs to my bedroom - the same room where he fondled me a year ago.

"Is this the room? Is that where I ran out? What happened?" and a bunch of other questions. Now he was getting talkative.

At that point I pulled off his T-shirt, unzipped his jeans, pulling them and his tighty whites down. His hard seven inches sprang out. After getting him stripped completely, I looked him over - big cock - nice low hangers - smooth chest - nice tight ass. And, he had a wild look in his eyes; he was ready to go and so was I.

I jumped out of my clothes and we fell on the bed, deep tongue kissed for a while, then moved into 69 and I got some of that big cock. He sucked cock like a pro. Then he was all over the place, kissing, shoving his cock in my mouth, back down to mine - things were going fast - he was sexually possessed. I wanted to keep up so I asked, "What do you like"?

"Eat my ass".

I'm usually not into that, but not wanting to disappoint him, I did. So I lay back, he turned around and kneeling over my chest, shoved his butt in my face.

He kept saying, "Eat my ass, jerk my cock".

Licking from his hole to his balls and back, at the same time, I jerked his cock. He seem to like his balls sucked on too, so I'd get them both in my mouth, suck and pull, then go back to licking and tongue his hole. He moaned and groaned and I could tell this was not the first time he had his ass eaten out. I was jerking on my cock too. Then he started saying over and over, "shoot that load!" Boy, I felt like I was in a porn flick. He talked more in bed than he did all night. And I did shoot that load -- much faster than usual. He seemed to be getting close too, but I wanted to watch him come. So I got out from under him, laid him back and said,"You want to come now"?

He didn't answer but started jerking his cock like a demon and still had that wild look about him. I stuck a finger up his ass, well lubricated with my spit, and used my other hand to pull on his balls. It didn't take long. He shot a long string of cum clear over his abs and chest, landing on his face.

"Wow! It looks like it's been a while since you came. I'll get a towel - hold on". He just lay there breathing heavy.

I cleaned myself up and I returned. He looked passed out - body sprawled out, with legs spread apart, one arm and hand laying out, the other hand still holding his cock. His eyes were closed, his mouth open and his cum dripping down his face. I never saw, or probably will never see again a sight like that. He didn't move when I wiped the cum off his face and hand. Then I turned off the light, lay down next to him, and pulled the covers over us. My last thought was that I hoped he didn't get up and wander around or do something weird when I was asleep.

But he slept all night as far as I know. I had to shake him to wake him up in the morning. He didn't want anything to eat, or didn't want to talk either. So I offered to drive him home but he wanted me to take him to a friend's house. "Are any of your friends gay?" I asked?

"Are you kidding?" he answered.

I never saw Joey again. But I heard about him. Two years later he was arrested for cocaine possession - a large amount I think. He was sentenced for two years in the state penitentiary. During that time, I got a letter from him. He told me about how he wanted to get his life in order, stay away from his "townie, druggy" friends, and accept his real self. He had a made good "buddy" at prison - "Billy", said he was in love with him, and when they were both out, he hoped they could be together.

I never found out what happened after that, but I hope things turned out OK for him. Meeting him, especially the strange way I did, was a unique experience and one that's not easy to forget. However, I do lock my doors every night now.