CAUGHT STEALING BY MOORE
CHAPTER ONE
Steven Ross, disbelieving his eyes, replayed the emailed video clip for the fifth time in as many minutes. He was frantic with worry that everything he had worked so long and hard for was hanging by a slim thread. What was I thinking, he thought, glancing at the canvass bag on his bed that held the cash proceeds of his high school's craft fair. My summer job with Senator Jackson, my full scholarship to Yale; money was tight, true, but to risk it all for a mere $1,500 was insane.
Steven's thoughts were interrupted by his father's shout from downstairs that he had a telephone call. "Be right there, dad," he shouted back.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"Larry Parker," his father replied. "He said he was a friend from school. His dad gave the money to build the Parker wing at the hospital, right?"
"That's him," Steven said, "but we're not really friends. "I wonder why he's calling me?"
"Only one way to find out, son. Here's the phone."
"Hello, Larry."
Larry got right to the point of his call. "Hey, Steven, did you see the video I sent this afternoon? You got big trouble, pal."
Steven slumped against the wall, unable to speak. "What do you want?" He finally asked after several silent moments.
"You," Larry said smoothly. "Come to my house...right now."
CHAPTER TWO
The Parker house was a huge colonial set well back from the street on ten acres of landscaped grounds. A tennis court and olympic sized pool were served by a cabana that was bigger than Steven's house. The long cobble stone driveway, flanked by mature elm trees, ended at a pair of massive, carved doors.
Steven rang the bell and waited. The door was opened by a black man who ushered him inside. "Master Lawrence is waiting for you in his bedroom. Up the steps, young man, third door on the right."
Larry closed and locked the door, then turned to Steven and said. "Glad you could make it."
"What choice did I have?"
"None really, seeing as I caught you stealing. Video cell phones are absolutely amazing. I plan to email that clip to Mr. Anderson, the principal, to the dean of admissions at Yale...your life will be toast and you might even go to jail. How much did you get?"
Steven gulped. "There was $1,500...you could have half, no, all of the money."
"Don't want it or need it," Larry said smugly. "Though I do want something from you to keep the incriminating video to myself."
I'll do anything he wants, Steven thought immediately, sensing a chance to save himself. "What do you want from me?"
Larry relished the moment before dropping the bombshell. "A blow job."
"A what!!?"
"A blow job, Steven, head. You do know what that is?"
Steven nodded and inched towards the door. He thought briefly about running away, but then changed his mind because of the video. "No, I'm mean yes. I mean sure I know what a blow job is, cocksucking, but I can't give you one."
"Sure you can...and you will very soon if you want to save your ass. I set the timer on my email program and the video clip goes out at four thirty."
"But I'm not a homosexual," Steven protested, looking at the big clock on the wall. It was four o'clock. "I'm not a faggot."
"Just a fuckin' thief," Larry reminded him. "And very soon, if you know what's good for you, you'll be going down on my dick. You don't have to be a fag to suck a cock."
Steven had often wondered what it would be like to suck a cock again. He had done it three years ago with his cousin from California and it had been great fun. The chance to do it again was exciting, though he could not let Larry know. He had to pretend to give in to the blackmail. "Okay, I'll do it," he said, "but I won't like it."
"Good boy," Larry chuckled. "Now take off all your clothes!"
"Why?" Steven asked, resigned to his fate as the minutes ticked away. "Why do I have to be naked to blow you?"
"Because I said so, cocksucker." Larry replied with a sneer.
Steven stripped slowly, desperately trying to hold back the tears of shame and humiliation; and mostly the fear that Larry would notice his burgeoning erection. "Oh, please," he pleaded when he was down to his tented jockey shorts. "Can I..."
"Nope," Larry said firmly, very much in control. "Take 'em off and get on your knees over by the mirror. I want you to see yourself with my dick in your mouth."
Steven, acting humbled and defeated, did as he was told. Tears clouded his vision as he walked across the large room. The naked boy reflected in the mirror was shaking like a leaf as he dropped to his knees on the thick carpet. He shut his eyes as Larry stepped towards him, feeling rather than seeing Larry's nylon covered crotch against his face. Feeling rather than seeing his penis growing erect.
"Take my dick out for me," Larry instructed. "No hands, cocksucker, use your mouth."
It took Steven three tries to pull down Larry's gym shorts with his teeth. The Calvin Klein jock strap underneath yielded on his first attempt. The smell reminded him of the locker room at school, musty and dank, but slightly intoxicating.
"You got fifteen minutes to get me off, cocksucker, before the email goes out."
Off, Steven thought with joy, opening his eyes to the sight of Larry's throbbing erection bobbing inches from his face. I hope he means what I think he means. "What do you mean by off?" Steven asked, though he already knew the answer.
Larry, cock firmly in hand, rubbed the purplish head under Steven's nose. Then he moved down to Steven's lips and meeting little resistance pushed into his mouth. "Off means off, oh shit this feels so good. You get off when you jerk off, don't you? Now suck my dick and get me off."
Steven whimpered for Larry's benefit then gave a little suck on the head. The taste was as exciting as he knew it would be. "In my mouth?" He mumbled helplessly and then clamped his lips around the ridge.
"That's right, cocksucker, I'm going to get off in your mouth. That's half the fun of getting a blow job, cumming in the cocksucker's mouth."
Steven sucked. Not well, but well enough to stimulate the rock hard penis in his mouth and bring Larry to the brink of a tremendous orgasm. Steven gagged slightly as Larry's organ surged and then semen filled his mouth. Spurt after spurt of warmish semen, five huge spurts in all, which he swallowed reflexively. Sperm oozed from the corners of his battered mouth, pure and milky white at first, then a messy mass of stringy, frothy goo hanging from his chin.
The smell of spent sperm assaulted his nose, pungent to be sure, though not unfamiliar. But the smell was nothing compared to the slippery texture and salty taste. Sperm coated his tongue, turning it white, and clogged his taste buds to the exclusion of all else. Steven relished it all.
Larry went limp in Steven's mouth, remaining there for several minutes longer until his heart rate returned to normal. He pulled out, completely satisfied, then used Steven's shirt to wipe the sticky sperm and saliva off his dick and balls. "Not a bad blow job," he said, "and you got me off with two minutes to spare."
Steven, dazed, looked at the clock. It was four twenty eight. He tried to stand up, then crawled to his pile of clothes when his rubbery legs failed to support his weight. He was buttoning his semen stained shirt when Larry, wearing only his jock strap, nudged him with his foot.
"Yup," he said, "not a bad blow job. Though I suspect you'll get better with practice, cocksucker."
Steven swallowed his smile, secretly hoping that Larry would make him do it again? "I'm not a cocksucker," he stammered as the forced tears rolled down his cheeks to mix with the semen on his chin. "Not a cocksucker."
"Not just a cocksucker," Larry answered back with a laugh. "My cocksucker...my fag, and you'll do what I say."
CHAPTER THREE
"Dinner in an hour, son," Steven's dad called out. It was just the two of them since his mom died a year ago. His dad, a math teacher at the local middle school, was a pretty good cook.
Steven did not stop at the kitchen as he usually did, but raced upstairs to the bathroom to wash his face and brush away the taste and smell of Larry's sperm. He loaded up with toothpaste and although he brushed for five minutes the taste remained. Not as strong as before, but present in the back of his mouth. He hoped his father wouldn't notice the smell of sperm on his breath.
While changing his shirt, Steven realized that he had to tell his dad about the canvass bag. Confess to the theft and suffer the consequences, he thought, or suffer the consequences of being Larry's fag. He brushed his teeth again then went downstairs to face the music.
"For safe keeping over the weekend, of course," was his dad's response to Steven's admission over a dinner which Steven barely touched. "Somebody might have stolen the money if you hadn't taken the bag home. I'll call Bill Anderson right now and let him know we have the money."
Steven waited nervously while his dad made the telephone call to the principal. His joy knew no bounds when his dad returned with the news.
"Bill Anderson is putting a letter of commendation in your school file and sending a copy to Yale. You're also getting a special award at graduation."
"I didn't do that much," Steven said, feeling a little guilty. "No big deal, dad."
"Honesty is always a big deal, son. Another boy might have stolen the money. How about if I wash and you dry tonight?"
The telephone rang while Steven was drying the last few dishes. His dad went to answer the call. "Larry Parker again," he called out from the hall.
Steven's heart raced as he picked up the phone. He was off the hook, the video was now worthless, yet he could not forget what Larry had made him do just a few hours earlier and the excitement he felt with Larry in his mouth. Despite all the brushing the faint taste of semen still lingered in his mouth.
"Hello," Steven said as calmly as he could. "What do you want?"
"You, cocksucker," Larry responded with a laugh. "Come over tomorrow morning, I'll be wanting another blow job." "No, I'm not coming." Steven said confidently and then he explained what his father had done.
Larry seemed unimpressed with Steven's lucky break. "No matter," he said, "you still sucked my dick and I got off in your mouth...and I made you swallow. Millions of my sperms are swimming in your belly and I bet you can still taste my cum."
Steven shuddered involuntarily, he could faintly taste the semen in the back of his mouth though he wouldn't admit that he liked it. "Your word against mine, Larry. I'll deny it and no one will believe you."
Larry Parker's laughter sounded ominous. "Oh, but they will believe me when I release my newest video. Check your email, faggot, then call me right back."
Steven, still confident but wary, raced up to his room and logged on to his email. He deleted the earlier one from Larry then scrolled down the incoming junk mail to find a new one, addressed to "MY COCKSUCKER". Like the first one from Larry, this one also had a video attached. He nervously clicked on the icon and sat back to watch.
He did not watch it all. Five minutes later, Steven, pale as a ghost and shaken to the core of his being, could barely walk down the stairs to the phone, much less punch in Larry's number. He got it right after several wrong numbers. When Larry finally answered all he could whisper as meek as a lamb being lead to the slaughter house was, "What time do you want me?"
CHAPTER FOUR
Steven arrived thirty minutes early at the Parker estate. Larry had warned him not be late. His eyes were red from crying and lack of sleep, visions of the video kept him tossing and turning in bed the entire night.
The explicit, frankly pornographic video contained every humiliating and degrading moment of yesterday's sexual encounter. It was all there in high definition, from the time he had removed his clothes and knelt naked before the mirror, through the sloppy sucking and Larry's orgasm and the creamy white semen seeping from the corners of his mouth. There were close©ups too, photos of Steven's face with the head of an erect penis poised at his lips and halfway in his mouth, and others with long strands of semen hanging from his chin. Anyone who saw the video or the photos would surely believe that Steven Ross was a homosexual. That threat of exposure tempered his desire to suck Larry's cock again.
Better to be exposed as a thief, Steven thought as he stood at the massive front door to Larry's house, then to be exposed as a... He could barely think about the words that others would use if they saw the video let alone say them...homosexual, faggot, and worst of all, cocksucker. There was no greater put down at school than to call some one a cocksucker. He rang the doorbell and awaited his fate, thinking all the while that he was probably gay.
"You know what to do," Larry said as he closed and locked the door to his room.
Steven silently removed all of his clothes and dropped to his knees in front of the mirror. His dick was already hard. "I'll blow you," he said plaintively as Larry, naked and sporting a mighty erection, approached. "Only, please," he lied convincingly, "I'm begging you. Do you have to do it, I mean, do you have to cum in my mouth this time? The taste of cum is really awful."
Larry rubbed the head of his penis around Steven's sealed lips. "Remember what I told you yesterday? Now open up and take my dick, cocksucker. Kiss it before you suck it."
Steven nodded and opened his mouth, the words echoing in his mind. 'That's half the fun of getting a blow job,' Larry had said, 'cumming in the cocksucker's mouth.' And half the fun of giving a blow job, he thought, as he kissed the moist tip of Larry's rigid cock.
Larry slowly pushed into his mouth one inch at a time, coaching Steven to relax and breath through his nose. He paused when he felt resistance at the top of Steven's throat and said, "You look pretty good with half my dick in your mouth, cocksucker, look in the mirror. How's it feel to be used like a fag?"
Wonderful, Steven thought, though he would never admit it to Larry.
"Can't bear to look at yourself with a big cock in your mouth?" Larry continued when Steven's eyes remained closed. "Well, you can always watch your video, faggot, and so can everyone else if you don't suck me good."
Steven quickly found his rhythm, bobbing his head back and forth, while sucking as hard as he could to please this evil yet wonderful boy who controlled his future. Cum already, he thought, anxious to taste the sperm that would eventually fill his mouth.
"Oh, yeah, I'm cumming," Larry shouted as if he could read Steven's thoughts. He grabbed the back of Steven's head to hold him in place, "fuck, yeah, cumming in a cocksucker's mouth."
CHAPTER FIVE
The final weeks of school dragged on and Steven, like the other seniors, was bored. The full scholarship to Yale was complete and his internship with Senator Jackson was set to begin after the Fourth of July weekend. The video remained a secret and would remain so, Larry assured him after each blow job, as long as he did as he was told.
He stopped counting after the second week. Larry was a lusty, highly sexed teen who could climax several times a day and Steven was always available to service his needs. Larry used him at home, only in his bedroom at first, then out by the pool. Naked in the sun for hours, and multiple blow jobs, until his tan lines disappeared along with the pretense that he was not enjoying his role as Larry's cocksucker. He sucked eagerly now, all but smacking his lips after each of Larry's ejaculations.
"You've cum in my mouth so many times," Steven replied to Larry's observation. "I guess I've developed a taste for your sperm."
"And my dick," Larry offered, straddling Steven's head. "You've been getting hardons, pal, and I don't have to force you to blow me anymore. You know what I think?"
Steven completed the long slow lick up the underside of Larry's turgid organ. "What?"
"I've turned you into a fag."
EPILOGUE
Senator Lloyd Jackson looked like a Senator. Tall and thin with just a touch of distinguished grey at his temples, he had the respect of his colleagues in the Senate on both sides of the aisle and frequently served as an advisor to the President. A widower, Jackson drew women like flies to a pot of honey, and was deemed the most eligible man in Washington, DC. His secret lust for teenaged boys, known only by his gay chief of staff, was frequently satisfied by the interns in his office.
Steven Ross served the Senator well during his summer internship; daily on his knees in Lloyd Jackson's private office and weekends in the bed at the cottage in Virginia countryside. "I'm the Senator's personal cocksucker," he told Larry Parker during a telephone call at the end of the summer. "And I owe it all to you. I sure hope I find some guys to blow at Yale."
"There's faggots at Yale," Larry assured him. "You'll find guys to suck off...maybe even your roommate when he finds out you're a fag. Call me again when you settle in next week."
Freshman housing at Yale, two students per room and a common bathroom/shower area on each floor, suited Steven perfectly. Naked young men abounded, Steven reported to Larry during their next conversation.
"My roommate's a homosexual too, just like me. Though I'm the better cocksucker according to the straight guys on the floor. He's the better pussy, Larry,...how come you never fucked me?"