Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2016 14:58:18 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 28

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Following my tryst with little Ian, another week went bye and I still
didn't see Peter.  I saw the lights on occasionally in his room, which
seemed to confirm that the previous two weeks he had actually been away.
But I didn't see him in the morning coming back from the shower and getting
dressed or hanging out in his room in the evening in briefs, boxerbriefs or
boxers doing homework or playing on his computer.

I didn't know if he was avoiding me or his routine had changed.  After a
two week vacation he might just have been busy.  Maybe he met someone.

Could he have seen me go into my bathroom after Ian went in and figured out
we had been sneaking off to have sex without his permission?  I had no idea
if he could see the bathroom door from his window or if he had been
watching as I had been told not to look (I obeyed that rule, just not the
'let Ian fuck you and nothing else' rule that was implied in his note).
Surely if he had seen us go off together I would have heard from him and
would have been punished (not that I wanted to be punished but it didn't
make sense he would just ignore me if I broke his rules).

This week I wasn't melancholy, manic or depressed at not seeing Peter as I
had had sex with Ian and while he was only a kid he seemed to want me (or
at least want sex with me).  I didn't feel as alone as I had the previous
two weeks.

It was bizarre that my life had become so isolated that making a 13 year
old friend was an accomplishment.  But having deserted my friends for an
elicit dom-sub affair with a 16 year old boy had left me so alone and I
really needed this new friendship with Ian.

Of course it wasn't really a friendship I had with Ian.  I knew nothing
about him.  I didn't even know where he lived or his telephone number (so I
couldn't contact him).  I didn't know his last name even (not that I would
have looked up his parents' number in the phone book to try to get in
touch).

I didn't hear from Ian but he was only 13 and his ability to get away and
come to my place would be limited, especially during the week when he had
school, no matter where he lived (I assumed he didn't live too far away as
Peter had said he had found him hanging out in the park that first night he
brought him over and he went to Peter's school).

So I wasn't upset I hadn't seen Ian.  He had left me feeling confident I
would see him again.

When it came to 16 year old Peter I was just confused.

Then, in the middle of the night, I was woken with something hitting my
face.  It took a few minutes to become fully awake and realize it was
Peter's cock.  In fact, my body instinctively remembered the past and my
mouth just opened to let his cock enter my mouth before I was conscious of
what was happening.

Even in my half-awake state I must have known this was Peter's cock because
I began to suck hungrily.

As I sucked Peter moved his cock in and out of my mouth.

I was already on my side but, once I was awake and aware of what I was
doing, I moved closer to the edge of the bed so he could shove his cock
deeper into my mouth and throat.

In the moonlight, like so many nights in the past, I lay on my bed on my
side sucking and having my mouth fucked by Peter, the 16 year old boy I was
in love with.  The boy who I had accepted as my master.  A boy who used me
and hurt me and yet I kept wanting more.

Peter was not rough this night; in spite of the fact he had slapped my face
with his cock to wake me (usually a sign that he was going to fuck my
throat hard) and in spite of the position (which allowed for him to get
rough) he just matched my sucking with his gentle hip movements.

I was in heaven.  Peter had returned.  He could have used my mouth that way
for hours.  And we did it for what must have been more than an hour.

I got little notice that Peter was about to cum, as contented he seemed to
be to just do our combed suck/mouthfuck.  So when his big cock started to
pulse and send its thick fluid into my mouth it came as a surprise.

I had wanted for his cum for so long (for over an hour of sucking this
night and for several weeks that he had been absent from my life) I
immediately began to swallow the accumulating load in my mouth to make room
for more and to swirl my tongue around the cockhead to savour every new
ejaculate.

I got all the flavour as he pumped his cum into my mouth before I gulped it
down my throat.

When he was done he pulled out.

Like most of our clandestine nighttime rendezvous we hadn't spoken a word.
He needed my mouth.  He knew he could use my mouth.  I needed his cock.  I
had missed servicing him.  And I was happy to just drink his cum.

He used my mouth (and hopefully my ass) when he needed and I, in turn,
needed and wanted his cum.  It was our unspoken bargain.

I didn't care if our life went back to the way it had been before the week
we had spent together.  I was just thrilled to have him back in my life.  I
was ecstatic that I had gotten to swallow yet another load of Peter's
teenage cum.

To my surprise, as his usual MO was to come over, fuck my mouth and leave
in silence, Peter spoke as he was putting on his clothes.

"There is ten bucks on the night stand," he said.  "It is you half of what
I charged Ian."

It took a moment to register what he was talking about, in part because the
mention of Ian's name filled me with guilt as I had done stuff with the boy
behind Peter's back.

Then it dawned on me what Peter was talking about.  He had charged Ian $20
to let the young boy fuck me?

Was I only worth $20?!!!!

I was indignant.

The fact I had actually done more than let Ian fuck me and had agreed to
cheat again with the young boy was now far from my mind.  As was the fact
that I would have done this for free (I might even have been willing to pay
like I had with David).  But in the moment I was simply outraged that Peter
would rent my ass to a high school kid for $20.

I had spent three weeks mooning over Peter, wondering why he hadn't
contacted me and now that he had been gracious enough to use my mouth, and
I had a fresh load of his tasty cum in on my tongue and in my belly, I was
about to risk everything by complaining.  Yet I couldn't help myself.

"What the fuck," I began.  "Twenty dollars?"  My voice rose in decibels.
My indignation was made louder by the silence of the middle of the night as
I bellowed "I am only worth twenty dollars to you?"

I am not sure why I was outraged.  I didn't need the money and I was
willing to give myself to Peter (and, while I hadn't been in the beginning,
I now would also give myself to Ian) for free to use as he will.

Maybe I was outraged because Peter hadn't contacted me or used me for three
weeks.

Then I remembered I had not paid Peter the $200 from when he fucked me the
first time.

"I still have the money I owe you," I said, starting to get out of bed.  "I
can pay you more.  Just don't humiliate me by selling me to your friends at
any price, especially for so little".

Was that it?  Was I embarrassed that Ian thought I was only worth $20 or
that the younger boy might think Peter considered me only worth $20?  That
couldn't be it because I knew (or thought I knew) Ian wanted me just for
sex as we had agreed to do it again and to do more behind Peter's back
(though it hadn't happened yet so it was more of a fantasy than real).

"This is not about the cash," Peter said, surprisingly calm given I had
lost my cool in his presence.  "Just like it wasn't about the blackmail."

Then, with an icy resolve to his voice he added "though watch your tone
with me or it will become about the blackmail."

"What is it about if not money," I asked, totally confused but now
chastised and calmer.

"It is about the fun," said Peter, who had now done up his pants.

As he put on his shirt he said "Ian only gets $20 a week in allowance so I
couldn't charge him more.  If he got more I would have charged more,
especially since you guys had more sex in the bathroom."

With that he turned and left.

I was mortified.  Peter knew I had gone into the bathroom with Ian.  Could
he see my bathroom door from the window?  Did Ian tell him what had happed?
Was he just speculating?

Fortunately he hadn't questioned or confronted me so I hadn't had to figure
out a lie or confess my sins.  It didn't sound like he even cared, though
in the darkness I could see his expression and he took me by surprise so I
wasn't listening for tone.

I should be elated that I had just taken the sperm of the boy I worshiped
into my mouth after three weeks of stressing about whether or not I might
ever see him again.  Instead I was angry at being rented to Ian for $20,
confused as to why Peter rented me at all as he was right, it couldn't have
been about the money, and guilt at having been caught going behind his back
to fool around with his 13 year old friend.

Then it fully sunk in.  Peter knew about Ian and me and he didn't care.
Suddenly I didn't want to see Ian again.

END OF CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT.

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