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What happened is that I was in my nice house in surbiton in the middle of London suburbia. My wife had gone away for the weekend as she sometimes did. I tended to go out drinking when she was away, sometimes I would do things I regretted, but nothing too bad. When she was away, it was like being single again.

On the night in question, I had stayed in, drinking and watching TV. I watched a late film and very quickly it reached 2am. The lights had all gone off on the timer and I switched the TV off. I was in the dark and frankly I was feeling pretty randy. I was thinking I might wank or something to sort that out, thinking of ideas. But then I heard this scraping sound round the side of the house. I creeped around to the room near the side of the house very quietly and looked through the window. I could see the shape of someone, it definitely was not a fox. I heard what sounded like the gate at the side of the house opening, which meant that whoever was there could go through the passage to the rear of the house.

I should have called the police there and then, but something stopped me. It was the idea of possibly being burgled which in my inebriated state seemed to be an exciting end to the evening. I knew the back door was rotten and very weak . I could see a little light just outside which must have been a torch, so I knew the burglar was going to come in. It didn"t occur to me to get a weapon or anything like that but I did grab the phone, ready to call. I hid behind the wall between the kitchen and the dining room. From there I could see all that was happening, and I knew I had the advantage of knowing the layout of the house and could find my way round it in the dark easily.

Sure enough as anticipated, the rear door opened and a shape entered the house. I let the shape pass me and then I did the tackle that we were taught at school, grasp the top of the legs with your arms pushing forward but making sure that the player loses his balance, and cushion your own head in the player"s bum so that when he falls you are not hurt. This worked perfectly and I had the burglar down on the ground. I then scrambled a bit more on top of him so he could not get away. He was on the ground face down and my face was now level with his. His torch was still on, and I grabbed it and shone it on him. I could see that he was a young black guy looking very alarmed.

I think the excitement must have triggered something in me because I realised that I had this massive hard-on and looking at this scared black guy simply made it bigger. he struggled quite a bit, but it was never going to be any use since I was a lot bigger than he was and I wasn"t going to let go of him.

We were like this I think for about 5 minutes. My mind was racing. Here I was with this massive hard on. I could feel this young black guy under me struggling to get away from me, but he was struggling with the part of his body which was just where my prick was, and this just caused me to get more and more excited. Eventually I whispered to him "you can go if I fuck you".

This was not really a request. It was more like information about what was going to happen. I felt it was fair to tell him in advance, so it did not come as too much of a surprise.

I thought he nodded, but I am not sure about this. Then I lifted slightly, and I felt with one hand around his front. I could feel where his jeans were buttoned up. It was quite an age unbuttoning this, since I had to stop him getting away as well by maintaining my weight on him. Eventually I was able to pull down the zip, and then it was a matter of pulling down the jeans with one hand, whilst pinning him down with the other. He had white briefs underneath and when I pulled those down I could see in the torch light the brown sheen of his buttocks and his bottom and my hard on simply knew this was going to happen.

He seemed to have given up all resistance now, I think he had exhausted himself and was waiting for the inevitable. I felt around with my finger for his bumhole, and when I found it I inserted my finger a wiggled it around a bit thinking this might help when I inserted my prick. My prick is naturally long and thin and it was a perfect fit. I pushed in and further and further until it disappeared into his body. As I thrusted, I had this wonderful feeling of power and control over this boy who had tried to burgle my house and who had got his come-uppance! When I came, I pushed right into him deep and my body shook and I groaned loudly.

Afterwards, he seemed to be in a bit of a dream so I put his pants and trousers back on and let him out of the front door. I never saw him again.