Date: Fri, 28 Aug 2015 01:02:59 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 14

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I had such an awesome orgasm that I just stayed face down in Peter's
tattered underwear clad crotch, exhausted, but still smelling him.

So much for wearing my boxers to bed.

My underwear were now soaked with my cum (which was probably a violation of
Peter's rule that I was not to cum in his presence, even though my cock and
my cum was hidden under my jeans, but there was nothing I could do about
that now, I would just would try to sneak them off and put on a clean pair
when Peter wasn't looking as we changed for bed, and pray that my cum
didn't leak through my black jeans or at least didn't become visible if it
did in the meantime).

I had cum just from being so turned on by him in his worn Fruit of the
Looms, by his gorgeous body, by his big package and by his smell, oh that
smell!

Peter didn't seem to care I was face down in his lap inhaling his smell and
enjoying having my face buried in his package.  There was not stirring of
his cock so he wasn't turned on by it and I was temporarily too spent and
too happy move.

Vaguely, in the periphery of my mind, I could hear his show coming to an
end.

Peter gently tapped on my shoulder, waking me up from my delirious bliss.

Sitting up, slightly dazed, I look at Peter who, unlike me and except for
the fact that he was sitting almost naked except for his overstretched torn
too childhood underwear, had the demeanor of someone who was just sitting
in his living room as though nothing was out of the ordinary, enjoying his
evening at home watching TV.  The fact that my face had been in his crotch,
he just didn't care it seemed (he had just cared that my turning my head to
stare at his crotch repeatedly was distracting with me sitting next to
him).

"Get me another beer and order me a movie," said Peter, not as a question
and not quite a command, just as something he would know I would do for
him, and of course I did.  I staggered into the kitchen, still delirious
with his smell in my nostrils and cum in my pants (cum I generated without
even touching myself and very little physical stimulation, just from the
eroticism of seeing him undress, then dressed in torn briefs in my living
room and having my face pressed into his crotch).

I fetched a beer from the fridge, his Blue Dry 6.1 that I had picked up
when I bought groceries to make him dinner, and returned, not bothering to
put it in a glass or open it.  Peter turned the bottle cap and flicked it
towards the coffee table (it missed), took a sip, and put the cold bottle
on the wood end table without a coaster.  I just switched the cable box to
pay per view movies (something I would never order for myself as I had a
nice inexpensive cable package that included one movie channel).

"Put on the latest Divergent movie," Peter said without me asking (which
was good because me speaking at this point was outside of my ability, still
trying to regain my faculties after having cum through sheer horniness).
When I found the movie he wanted I hit select and ordered it for $4.99 and
then put down the remote.

I couldn't focus on the previews before the movie and instead was now
unabashedly staring again at Peter's gorgeous crotch, barely covered in his
age 14 underwear and the big adult size (though on a 16 year old) cock
under it.  Seeing me staring he, this time gently (not forcefully like
before), gave me a little push and I went eagerly face down in his crotch
and began taking deep inhales of his scent and feel his ample cock and the
soft cotton of his briefs against my face.

After a while I came out of the daze brought on by my orgasm and his scent
and began to focus on what was right in my face, his cock balls and briefs.
I began by moving my mouth from hole to hole in his briefs and licking his
skin through the opening.  I tried not to get the fabric wet, as wanted
these briefs to be preserve (I thought they should be in a museum they were
so hot).

He smelled so good and tasted so good.  And being this close to his big
cock covered by threadbare cotton without that cock being rammed down my
throat was a treat.  I had watched him so many times in his underwear in
his room and now I was not just inches, but centimeters, away as I moved my
mouth around his crotch and kept sticking my tongue in the holes of his age
14 Fruit of the Loom briefs.

The biggest hole was at his left hip due to his big cock undoubtedly
pushing against the fabric for so long (and maybe more than a few times as
he got an erection which at 14 is hard to control, a thought that made me
shudder it was so creepy given what I was doing.

Peter pointed his cock toward his left hip when in briefs, something I had
noticed before, mostly when he was across the way in his room or undressed
in the dim light of his late-night visits.  With his baggy hip hop clothes,
which had toned down until this evening, you couldn't tell when he was
dressed.

Left or right for my cock is not a problem I had with my small cock, it
just fit in the pouch of the briefs, though I guess it trended to the right
like his two brothers which, thanks to him, I had seen variously in speedos
(Paul when Peter brought him for a swim) and in similar but different FOTL
briefs (David when Peter sent him to me to sort of escort the day before).

The cool thing about him having ripped his briefs at the hip due to his
cock being too big for these briefs on the side it rested on was that his
cock was near the tear.  So I could almost get my tongue in to lick it.
This became my challenge.  I would again and again shove my tongue in and
make try to connect with his big cock, something I eventually did and then
did again and again as it became easier the more I did it as he began to
harden.

As Peter began to harden, he simply lifted his hips, pushing me up a bit in
the process, and pushed down his sexy tattered underwear.  I took the
opportunity to move around so I was comfortable (more on my side than bent
over) and I began to suck him.

I took him into my mouth and used my mouth muscles to get him hard as a
rock and as soon as he was I immediately began to deep throat him, intent
on getting him off, as was my role in life.

"Hey," he said, again tapping me on the shoulder.  "Take your time, there's
no rush."

Peter seemed content for me to suck him while he watched the movie or maybe
he didn't want to be distracted too much while watching the movie (and had
just taken off his underwear because if he was going to get hard it might
as well be in my mouth).  Either way was fine by me.

While I was missing out on the movie (which I had no idea what Divergent
movies were about and didn't really care) and while I found the dialogue
and sound track distracting, I was in heaven to be on this young man's big
cock and to be able to enjoy it for a while.

But after sucking it for a while and licking it and playing with his balls,
I suddenly felt guilty as my sucking him leisurely was about me enjoying
this teenager's cock, and I wasn't doing my duty as my job was to get him
off.  So I again tried to use my deep throating skills that he had forced
me to acquire to make him cum but he quickly said "slow down man".

After a few more tries, as I wanted to please him and I thought making him
cum would do that, I finally accepted that he just wanted to be sucked
while he watched his movie and/or figured since he was hard it should be in
my mouth and not trapped in a pair of briefs (briefs that I suspect
couldn't have withstood him getting fully hard given the size, age and
already numerous holes).

After a while, every so often he would tell me to "stop", and I would take
my mouth off his cock.  Then he would tell me to "resume" and I would take
his big cock in my mouth and bob my head up and down.  I assumed he didn't
want to cum and distract him from the movie at a critical point.

When he told me to "stop" it was cool, because I got to study his cock up
close in a way I never had before.  His cock being so big had the curves
and shape that are on many cocks but just not so pronounced.  Looking at it
from the bottom the centre was raised noticeably and I knew from experience
when he was buried down my throat that it was along this (tube?) that his
cum was shot into me as I could feel a wave effect as the cum moves from
his balls up the shaft and out the head into my throat [I am sure my
knowledge of biology was flawed but my study of his cock was over the
course of this evening becoming flawless).  The shaft was wide enough that
on either side of this raised central conduit was solid hardness.  The head
was slightly bigger than the shaft, but just enough so it was proportional.

Michelangelo, Da Vinci or Charles Darwin I was not, but every time I
stopped and lifted my head off his cock I drew a picture in my mind of
every aspect of his cock and only when I was done with that did I focus on
is balls and then his surrounding crotch area (wondering again how a boy in
the suburbs opted to trim his pubes - did every boy in high school do that
now, which of course made me conflicted thinking of him in high school with
my face inches from his crotch).

He stopped me at one point to pause the movie so he could take a piss and
told me to get him another beer.  When he came back (I had put the fresh
beer on a coaster on the end table) I immediately went down on his cock
after restarting his movie.  There was a slight tangy flavour which I guess
was a little piss left on his cockhead and slit but I didn't care.  My goal
was to get him hard as quickly as possible and he was soon fully hard again
in my mouth (he had only dropped to a semi to pee).

He was soon fully hard in my mouth.

Once hard and I had sucked him for a while, he went back to occasionally
saying "stop" and then "resume", but now he added "faster" and "slow down".

Peter was obviously edging, while he watch the movie (and maybe the movie
was part of it as it was a distraction).

As time went on I tried to anticipate his level of excitement and bring him
to an orgasm and then stop.

When the movie credits were rolling he commanded "finish me off" which I
did by deep throating him.  As I was doing all the work I got to take his
load in my mouth.  But it was so much I couldn't swallow fast enough.  So
much of his sperm leaked out, that his crotch was soaked and even my couch
under him was wet (good thing I paid for the water proofing).

I tried to lick him clean after swallowing.  But try as I might he was a
mess.

"Sorry," I said, apologetically.  "There was so much."

"I know," he said, "that was fucking awesome".

"Did you want to take a shower, I will show you where towels are," I said,
sitting up, looking at his impressive cum soaked crotch.

"Nah, I will shower at home," he said.

My heart sank.

"I thought you said you were staying here for the week," I said, in the
whiney 13 year old voice that it seemed I now would revert to around my 16
year old crush, Peter.  Who was this person I had become and how did this
boy bringing out so much desperation in me (I had just sucked his cock and
was obviously going to get to do it again with his parents away, as I had
done it many times before with them at home, so why was I feeling panic and
despair at the thought of him leaving).

"I said you would be sucking me off every day, nothing more," Peter
corrected, "which you just did over the space of over two hours which I bet
a fag like you thoroughly enjoyed.  Didn't you enjoy that?"

I nodded and looked at the floor.

As he got up from the couch I decided to try one last time and said, in
what I realized as the words left my mouth was an even more desperate
shrill voice, "but if you sleep over I can suck you first thing in the
morning."

"I will text you or call you if I need a blow job in the morning," said
Peter dismissively.  "Tomorrow you at taking me to Parc Omega and we need
to get an early start."

I must have looked like I was about to cry because his no room for debate
attitude, which I have come to expect (and love) gave was to a brief moment
of something (maybe nothing more than he wanted to ensure I would take him
to this Parc, whatever it was... and I suddenly dreaded that I would be
sucking him off again and again all day long washrooms when I was supposed
to be responsible for him).

"Look, I am really tired," Peter said by way of explanation.  "My brother
David stayed in my room last night and that was in a different bed and his
turning and tossing kept me awake most of the night.  I don't know if I can
sleep in the same bed with someone.  Maybe we can try tomorrow night [he
said unconvincingly, probably only to get the hell out of my place] but
tonight I need to sleep in my bed, in my home, ALONE."

Reluctantly and silently I watch him dress, that gorgeous semi-hard big
cock disappearing until at least the next day.  He left the tattered FOTL
briefs, his souvenir from his standing up to his mother, on the floor (I
hoped intentionally).  They went under my pillow a short while later.

I stripped naked and glanced across the way.  The lights were out so Peter
was probably already asleep.

The underwear (or a 14 year old boy, jeesh) under my pillow made going to
sleep alone without my 16 year old master (double jeesh) possible; as did
the words 'maybe tomorrow'.

END OF CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

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