Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2016 04:39:46 +0000 From: Bruce Demosthenes Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 26 Try to give $1 per rope of cum you shoot reading my stories (any more ask them to send the balance to me). This is where you contribute: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html A week went by and I didn't hear from Peter. This was fine with me. I had been humiliated. I had been forced to lick Peter's cock, which was slick with my ass juices and his cum, clean in front of a 13 year old boy. I had licked this boy's cum off my bed and off of his crotch like a dog. I was wracked with guilt. I had let Peter force me to put my cock in the virgin ass of a 13 year old boy (blaming Peter for this made me feel better about this) and I had sucked his cock (I had let him fuck me before that though I had thought he was older at the time). Where the beginning of the week had been all about guilt and embarrassment, by the end of the week I was starting to feel panic. Why hadn't Peter dropped by? He never texted me but he had my cel number, why hadn't I heard from him? He lived next door, and while his blinds weren't closed, I began to wonder why I hadn't seen him. Had I grossed him out? He had seen me lick my shit off his cock, put my cock in the ass of a 13 year old boy and lap his cum up from his crotch and the floor like a dog. These had been his suggestions (commands?) but they had been demeaning and I had done them without protest. Was he disgusted by me now? Had he lost interest? Couples lose interest because once they know sex is available any time the easier it is and the less work involved the less people take advantage. Couples, even gay couples, have less sex once in a relationship. While Peter and I weren't a couple he did know I was available to him 14/7. Had he run off with Ian? While he didn't seem to be interested in Ian, there was so much he hadn't been interested in doing with me that emerged once we began having sex. Ian was a cut boy only a couple years difference from his age. Had I betrayed him? He hadn't given me permission to suck Ian's cock and without is permission (more accurately without his command) I had sucked Ian off in his presence when I was only to lick the cum off his cock. Had he read that as cheating (admittedly I felt it was, since I had done it in defiance of my 'master'. Had I gone too far?) This self-doubt dominated my dark thinking as the week came to a close. I held out a modicum of hope that Peter was just busy. His parents had been away and during the previous week he had basically moved in. Maybe they wanted to spend lots of time with their boy. That Peter was just a boy in high school should have disturbed me but I so missed this boy I could only focus on when he might be freed up by his parents. I hoped it would be the weekend but Peter didn't show up. I had been glancing in his bedroom window day and night. I no lingered scheduled my time to stare in his window in the morning and at night as he had begun using me in person so I didn't need to lust from a distance. Now that I was no longer touching him I was staring intently through the window hoping to catch a glimpse. In the second week I became desperate. I hadn't even seen this teenager walking around his room. A glimpse of him in briefs would have been enough to cause me to jack off for days but there was no sign of Peter. I hadn't cum since Ian and Peter and I had been together. I started to call in sick. This made matters worse. When I was home all day all I could day is look across the way into his window and wonder where he was. When I was at work I was seriously fucking up, letting errors enter my copy and missing deadlines. Two weeks passed and I was a mess. I was now mostly confined to my room. I stared out the window at Peter's room and not seeing any signs of life thought the worse. I spent my days staring and my nights sobbing myself to sleep. The lines between the two became increasingly blurred. I slept sporadically and cried a lot of the time. I was heartbroken. I felt I had been dumped. Could a 'sub' be dumped? Being dumped seemed liked something 'doms' did. Could a 16 year old straight boy 'break-up' with a gay bottom he was only using for sex? Could I claim to be 'dumped'? I had no right to claim any connection to this boy. Sunday afternoon, I was shaken out of my self-pity. It couldn't be Peter as he had keys. I couldn't be a courier as that only happens on a week day. Putting on a bathrobe I went downstairs. Opening the door I found Ian. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt which only accentuated how young he was. "What the fuck do you want," I said with edge in my voice as I blamed this boy for possible messing things up with Peter. Ian handed me a letter. I opened it and inside was a note, printed by a computer, that read "THE BEARER OF THIS NOTE HAS PAID TO RENT YOUR ASS. USE IT TO MAKE HIM CUM." It was unsigned. "What is this supposed to mean," I demanded. "Is this meant to be a joke?" Ian looked uncomfortable. I suspected he was uncomfortable because this was an elaborate trick he was playing on me and I so wasn't in the mood. "Can I come in," he asked. I had no intention of inviting him in but then he said "I don't think we should be talking about this with my on your doorstep where people can see us." That was like a punch to the stomach. I was in a bathrobe that Peter had pointed out looked gay because it was so short talking to a 13 year old. Of course I shouldn't be caught talking to him on my doorstep. I opened the door wider, grabbed his arms and yanked him inside, closing the door. I must have taken Ian by surprise because he stumbled and had to catch himself on the table or he would have ended up face down on the floor. "Sorry," I said, embarrassed at how aggressive I had been with the kid. "No worries daddy," Ian said, recovering from his imbalance and breaking into a smile. "Please don't call me that," I said sternly. "Now it is my turn to say sorry but I can't do that, Peter gave me strict instructions and I had to call you daddy," said Ian. He seemed earnest in saying that but I still didn't believe Peter was behind this. I hadn't seen or heard from him in week. "How do I know this note comes from Peter," I asked incredulously. "Who else would write that," he said automatically which made he answer convincing. But I still wasn't convinced. "It isn't signed," I said. "Plus I haven't see Peter in two weeks." "He has been away on a ski vacation," Ian said defensively. "You do know it was March break." No, I didn't know that. If Peter and I had been in a relationship I would have known that. But he and I weren't. I was hurt by this realization though it also gave me hope as that would explain why I hadn't heard from him. I still wasn't willing to accept this was a real note. If it was a fake and things weren't done with Peter then I wasn't going to ruin things by having sex with this kid. Plus he was only 13. I had no desire to have sex with him. "How do I know this note is real," I ventured, on the off chance it was what Peter wanted. I so missed my 16 year old master that IF he had been away on a ski trip and IF he was ordering me to let this boy fuck me then I would do it. I needed Peter back in my life. "He gave us a number of instruction," said Ian. I looked at him quizzically and after a moment of nervous shuffling of his feet, accentuating his young age, he continued. "As I said I have to call you daddy," he said. "And you must call me son." That sounded like Peter but that had already happened when we had sex in Peter's presence at the older boy's insistence do this kid could just have guessed that or decided to continue the game Peter had started. "Anything else," I demanded unconvinced. "Peter said you start in his room all the time and that while I am here you can't look out the window," Ian said. Peter had mentioned I looked in his room, but the reference to all the time made this seem like Peter had actually said that. Especially since for the last two weeks I had been staring non-stop into his bedroom window. Embarrassing as it was, it was who I had become. A little more emboldened Ian continued: "I am to fuck you face down as you had paid his brother to do." Peter had mentioned I had paid his brother to fuck me, but he hadn't mentioned the position. Could this kid have guessed? "How did Peter give you this note if he is away skiing," I asked. "He got back this morning," Ian said. That suddenly filled me with excitement. What if this was true? Peter had just been away for March break and was now back and back in my life (and through this boy back in my sex life). "Peter said you have a thing for dirty underwear so I have been wearing my briefs for the past two days and I am to give them to you to sniff on while I fuck you," Ian added. My knees suddenly went wobbly. This had to have come from Peter. This boy couldn't have known this. Peter had been away and now he was back. And much as I hated that Peter had shared all this personal information with this 13 year old kid, I suddenly was being offered the opportunity to get back in Peter's good graces by doing what this kid (and his note) asked. "OK I believe you," I admitted, with excitement in my voice, which caused Ian to break into a huge smile. Turning I went up the stairs and Ian followed. In my bedroom I removed my bathrobe. I was self-conscious about my body and my cock, which Peter had pointed out this boy was small and was currently soft, but I was to obey this boy and in case Peter was watching (I hoped he was watching) across the way I didn't want to do anything wrong. I sat naked on the side of the bed and watched Ian as he undressed. When he removed his shirt I was struck my how young he looked. I didn't notice it so much before, but now that I knew he was only 13 it was painfully obvious. His shoulders had not broadened and his frame was still small. He had no hair on his chest or even running from his navel down into his pants, which for someone with black hair (who isn't Asian) is unusual. When he removed his pants I was surprised to see white Fruit of the Loom briefs. Had these been Peter's idea? Maybe not, as FOTL briefs are cheap and in most department stores so his mother may have just grabbed them and chosen white because she can use bleach when she washes them. The idea that this boy's mother buys his briefs and washes them was troubling as it reminded me of how young he was so I quickly put it out of my mind. His cock was rock hard in his briefs. As I knew, he was as big as me hard (or so I estimated) which meant that the waistband of his briefs was being pushed up and out by his cock head. This big cock on so young a boy made me forget everything else (Peter's involvement or the earlier thought of his mother buying and washing his briefs). Suddenly I wanted this boy's cock in my ass and my own cock hardened in anticipation. Peter smiled again at the sight of me getting hard. This kid's smile was infectious. He had just enough baby fat still to look like a cherub or an imp and when he grinned it made my heart melt. Ian hooked his fingers in the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down to his feet. He then kicked them over to me. "There are my briefs daddy," he said. I do didn't like him calling me daddy. But I bent down and picked up his briefs from the floor. "Sniff them daddy," Ian commanded. Instinctually I brought them to my nose and inhaled. "Do they smell good daddy," he asked. I nodded. They really did smell good. This kid's pheromones were like crack to me. Maybe it was why his cum on my bed made me so willing to be humiliated and lick his lap like a dog. The smell of his sweat and, was that cum, on his briefs made me insane with lust. "You need to speak daddy," said Ian, "master's orders." More than I hate being called 'daddy' I hate the reference to Peter as my 'master' but in this instance I was glad he hadn't used Peter's name. I was sniffing on a 13 year old's briefs and I didn't need to be distracted by thoughts of the young man I loved. "Yes son, your briefs are intoxicating," I admitted, taking another deep inhale, which caused Ian's smile to widen as he removed his socked and walked over towards the bed. Reaching into the night table Ian took out the lube and I moved over on the bed lying face down. I kept sniffing on his briefs as I felt his little hands on my ass, parting my cheeks and rubbing the cold lube into my crack and around my hole. While I was caught up smelling Ian's briefs I could hear him putting lube on his cock. I was so turned on I could wait. And I kept telling myself to focus on his cock, which was as big as mine and most average guys. I was about to get fucked by a man size cock, not by a 13 year old kid. But when Ian moved in between my legs I could help but be reminded he was only 13 years old. He knees and legs were so small as he pushed mine apart to get his cock in position to connect with my hole. And then when he lowered himself on top of me, his big cock hurt like any adult cock would but his small frame on my back reminded me that I was being entered by a kid. I took more whiffs of his underwear. It was like I thought it was a drug that would numb me to what was happening. It wasn't but it did help because the more I smelled Ian's sweat and what I assumed was piss and even shit stains and perhaps some cum I got more and more light headed. Ian began by just moving his hips and before long his ample cock was moving in and out of my ass. I hadn't been fucked in two weeks so I knew I was very tight and I could feel every inch of this man size cock on this little boy. "Your ass is so tight daddy," Ian began. "Do you like my hard cock in your ass daddy?" Taking my nose out of his briefs I responded as I knew he (and Peter) expected me to and said "son you have such a big cock." "Am I hurting you daddy," Ian asked with what seemed like genuine concern his voice. He even seemed to slow a bit. It did hurt a bit. But I didn't want to take away from his pleasure so I said "no son, I love having your big cock up my ass." The more I sniffed on his briefs and the more he fucked my ass the more turned on I became and soon I was moaning in pleasure, and discomfort from this adult size cock had gone. I was desperately wanting this young boy to fuck me. "Oh yea, fuck me with your big cock son," I said. Ian slid his hands up under my chest and wrapped them around each shoulders. Holding firm on my upper body he began to thrust into my harder. "Yes daddy, take my hard cock," Ian said as he shoved into me again and again. "Take my cock daddy." "Oh god yes," I said, taking another whiff of his briefs. "Fuck me ass." "Where do you wanted me to cum daddy," he asked. For a fleeting second I thought about asking him to pull out and cum in my mouth or on my face but his cock felt so good in my ass I knew in my soul where I wanted it. "Cum in my ass Ian, fill me with your boy seed." "Oh fuck yes," he cried. "I am cumming." "Oh god yes," I cried back. "Shoot your load up my ass." Ian collapsed on top of me as he came. I could feel his cock pulsing in my ass. I could picture the cum moving up the shaft with every pulse, moving out of his body and into me. I was in heaven. We had dropped the 'daddy' 'son' role playing at the end. This was Ian, my new young friend, cumming in my ass. I loved that he was cumming in my ass. As his orgasm began to subside I used my ass muscles to squeeze his cock in between pulses, encourage that last of his cum to shoot forth deep into my bowls. "That was amazing," Ian said, but he didn't move off my back or pull out of my ass. "It was Ian," I said, making a point of using his name and not calling him 'son' even though his cock was up my ass and Peter who had set this up may have been watching across the way. I took another sniff of his briefs as if to emphasize how much I liked him. His cock in my ass had been in the pouch of these briefs. I was in heaven. I could feel it starting to soften in my ass and greedily I used my ass muscles to squeeze it, willing it to get hard and fuck me again, but instead I pushed it out of my ass. As the head left the hole, I felt sadness, though I could feel the big load of cum he had deposited in my ass. I had a 14 year old's cum in me ass. And I was thrilled at that fact and would be glad to have more. END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX. ***