Date: Sun, 7 Feb 2016 17:41:27 +0000 From: Bruce Demosthenes Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 32 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 Friday at work I ran into the first problem. My work had been suffering for sometime due to my preoccupation with the boy next door who kept me off balance in my very limited personal life that was singularly focused on 16 year old Peter. There would be no way my editor would give me a press pass for the game, let alone a second one for Peter's dad, someone he didn't know and wasn't a journalist. When I went online to see if I could simply purchase some tickets I found the game was sold out. So that left buying scalped tickets. I couldn't want until Saturday to buy them from a scalper outside of the arena, so I went on Craig's List. I knew I would pay a premium and might run the risk of trying to buy scalped tickets from a cop, but I had no choice. I couldn't invite Peter's dad to the game if I didn't have tickets. Eventually I found an ad that was promising (not in terms of price, as it was exorbitant, but in terms of location, two tickets in the second row right at the red line). After coyly going back and forth, as we each sized the other one up to be sure neither of us were cops, we agreed to a price and where to meet after work. I ended up paying 10 times the face value of the two tickets. I had expected to pay a lot, given I was paying a scalper. And I had wanted good tickets (I couldn't imagine seducing a straight guy was different than a gay one, so spending lavishly and treating them well had to be a key to winning Peter's dad's affection). But 10 times the price? But the alternative was to put my faith in a plan that Peter and David had hatched which would put me at grave risk. I had to do anything to keep that video of me sucking Peter's 16 year old cock, no matter how doctored it might be, out of the hands of his father and uncle. Then I went back to the office. Fortunately my colleague who covers sports was still at the office. I asked him to take me and 'my neighbour' into the locker-room after the game. That also cost me. He was able to extort me for a very expensive bottle of brandy. This was proving to be a very expensive 'date' that probably would go nowhere. It was, though, worth the price given the alternative was to give his father a copy of a video of me sucking his youngest son's cock. When I got home I found Peter in my living-room with a teddy bear in his hands. "What's up," I asked. "Did you get the passes," he asked. "No but I got great tickets," I said, holding up the two tickets which had cost me almost a month's salary. "I suggest you go next door and invite dad right now," Peter said. "When I left mom was trying to convince him to do a 'date night' tomorrow." 'Shit' I thought to myself. He might not be able to go after all the money I had spent. And even if he did go that put me in direct competition and would mean he would be thinking about his wife while we were at the arena. "Go now," commanded Peter. "I'll be here when you get back." I hurried out the door. Ringing the doorbell to Peter's house, I was a combination of feeling nervous and guilty. I was there to suggest the father of a 16 year old boy I was having sex with go to a hockey game with me instead of going on a date night with his wife. Who should open the door but Peter's mother. That made me feel more guilty than I already did. I was there to try to seduce her husband (by getting him to bail on her date night) at the behest of two of this woman's sons, one of whom was next door in my living room right then. "Is your husband in," I asked sheepishly. When her husband came to the door I pulled out the two tickets. "I got these two free tickets through work," I lied, as I had paid a small fortune for them. "They are great seats and I thought you might like to go with me." "Nice of you to think of me but my wife and I are going out to dinner tomorrow," he said. "I am sure Peter would love to go." My heart sank. This wasn't going to work. That meant David would be sending the video of me sucking this man's youngest son's cock to him in two day's time. Plus what is with this family? He is proposing I spend more time with his son who I regularly suck and who fucks me and who has sent me over here on a mission to seduce him. At a loss as to how to save this situation I was suddenly sick to my stomach. I was about to turn and leave when Peter's mother saved the day. "Oh dear, why don't you go, you know you would love to," she said. "We can go to dinner on Sunday night instead." Was this woman really sacrificing her 'date night' to a man who was intent on seducing her husband? As if I didn't feel guilty enough. Peter's dad looked at the tickets and, recognizing how great the seats were, said "OK, we are on. What time do you want to meet?" "Come over at 7pm," I said, still feeling guilty but now relieved as I was getting a shot at making my plan work. "We might as well take my car. I can claim the parking back from work," I lied. I wanted to get him drunk, so I didn't want him to drive because he would probably say he couldn't drink because he had to drive, and if he came over at 7pm I could give him some beer before we even left for the rink. Returning to my own house I found Peter still sitting in the living-room with the teddy bear on his lap. "How did it go," he asked. "We are on," I said. "Hmmm, he gave up 'date night' for you, that IS promising," Peter said thoughtfully. "It was your mom's idea," I said, feeling even more guilty at admitting that fact. Trying to change the subject I added quickly "if that for me?" indicating the teddy bear. "This is a nanny cam," said Peter. "On the off chance you succeed I want it recorded." I simply nodded assent. "I want to make sure the camera works," said Peter with a little smirk. "Go put on a jockstrap and come back with some lube." I was nervous and preoccupied with what had just happened but Peter was obviously going to fuck me. The fact he was going to record it on camera was not appealing. His plan for the video of me sucking his cock proved he couldn't be trusted. But I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to get his big cock up my ass and he already had enough video evidence to put me away for a long time. I didn't have a choice. I ran up the stairs, stripping off my clothes on the way. In my bedroom I got out Peter's jock. It would be tight on my legs but it seemed appropriate to wear if it was Peter who was going fuck me, especially since I suspected I knew how he was going to fuck me as he wasn't coming upstairs with me but wanted me to bring the lube downstairs to him. When I came back downstairs Peter had closed all the blinds and was standing behind my dinning room table facing the living room. The teddy bear was on the end of the table in front of the mirrors on the wall. I wondered if Peter knew I had asked David to fuck me in that position so I could watch him fuck me in the mirror. Maybe he just thought it was an ideal spot for the cam. Whatever the case, this position would forever be about Peter and me, never again about David. And it was going to be filmed. I bent over my dinning room table wearing only Peter's jock. Peter applied some lube to my hole and then dropped his pants and underwear, moving in behind me. When the head of his cock connected with my hole it sent shivers up my spine. Peter sunk his cock into my ass with one steady thrust, causing me to gasp. "Can you go slow," I asked, knowing Peter had walked in when David was really thrusting into me hard and I didn't want him to start that rough. "Did David," he asked, confirming that this was about his older brother and about reclaiming me as his property. "At first," I said, then adding "I asked him to" figuring he might wonder about his brother (and about me) if he thought we might have been 'making love' and not fucking for cash. Peter started slow, pulling his big cock out until only the head was inside and then pushing it all the way in until his pubes were pressed against my ass cheeks. Peter actually kept fucking me slow and steady for much longer than his brother had. I thought about being honest and telling him that his brother had sped up by now but I was thoroughly enjoying him fucking me and it was rare that I got to enjoy sex anymore. Peter's cock was different than his brother's and instead of feeling like my hole was being wedged open again and again by an arrowhead I felt full and complete with my master's cock all the way up my ass. He felt so good inside me, that big cock that my ass stretched around, its head connecting with my prostate. I found myself moaning at the pleasure he was giving me with his big cock. If I closed my eyes, in spite of being bent over my dinning room table clad in a jockstrap that was cutting into my legs because it was made for a teenage boy to play sports in, I could almost imagine I was being fucked by an adult lover who cared for me. But then when I opened my eyes and glanced over at the mirror I saw Peter, a 16 year old straight boy who didn't care about me, standing behind me with his pants pushed down thrusting his teenage cock up my ass simply because he had seen his brother do this exact same thing to me in this position. And there was the creepy teddy bear in front of the mirror staring at me, being fucked bent over my dinning room table, recording everything. Making yet more evidence that I was having sex with underage boys. As Peter picked up the pace so he was pounding me as hard as he had seen his brother fuck me when he had walked in on us I found myself more and more turned on. I was panting and moaning as he fucked my ass with this big teenage cock exactly where and how his older brother had. I could feel Peter's excitement building. I knew he was close. My cock was pressed against the table trapped inside his sports jock which was rough on my cockhead but as I felt him get close to orgasm I felt it build in me too. Then, just when Peter was about to cum, he pulled his cock from my ass. "What," I cried. "Don't stop." "I don't want my cum in your ass if you succeed tomorrow and my dad decides to fuck you," he said with a laugh. Peter, still standing behind me, with me bent over the dinning room table in his jockstrap, gave his cock a number of quick strokes. Just like in a porno he began to shoot his load on my back and on my ass. When Peter finished hosing me down with his cum, and there was a lot of it, I could feel how wet my back and ass were, he pulled up his pants and underwear. I stayed like that, bent over the table in his jock. My back and ass was covered in cum. If I stood up it would drip onto the expensive Persian rug under the dinning room table (a wedding present that I had gotten to keep in the divorce). Fortunately Peter took pity on me and went to the kitchen and got a dishtowel. He cleaned off my back. "So let's see how the video turned out," he said, grabbing the teddy bear that had watched us having sex (and creepily was staring at us every time I glanced over at the mirrors to see what we, and especially Peter, looked like fucking my upturned jock framed ass). I followed this 16 year old fully dressed boy up the stairs of my own house in his jockstrap, my cock still hard since I hadn't cum and my ass and back sticky where he had. In my office I turned on my computer and logged on. Peter removed the USB key from the nanny cam and put it in one of the ports. As the video began to play I exclaimed "you filmed your face." The cam had captured both of us. I had just assumed since it was so close and Peter was standing that it would only record his lower body like before. This had both of our faces clearly visible. There was no denying who was fucking me on my table. "Yup," was all Peter said. He opened his webmail and sent a copy of the file to himself. "You have to erase that," I implored him. "It is evidence. I could go to prison. You could get in trouble too." "I will eventually," said Peter, though I didn't feel reassured as, where before I had thought he was the clever strategist, I had now concluded this boy lacked judgement given the plan he and his brother had hatched to use my previous video to seduce their father. "It is way too dangerous," I insisted. "It can't exist anywhere. It has to be destroyed." "Like you won't jack off watching it as soon as I leave," he said with a sneer, copying the file also onto my desktop before deleting it from the USB and putting the USB back in the teddy bear. My hard cock in his jockstrap confirmed I would likely do just that. "I want it to show David next time he is home," Peter said with a smirk. Was that the whole point? He wanted to make a recording of him fucking me in the same place and position I had paid his brother to fuck me to show he was as good if not better than David? "After that maybe I will delete it," he said, though his voice made it seem unlikely he would. "So put the teddy bear in your bedroom and make sure both of you are recognizable on camera," commanded Peter, "like we are in the porno we just made." We had just done that, hadn't we? I had just made a porno with a 16 year old boy, right down to the money shot where he sprayed his teenage cum all over my back and exposed ass. I simply nodded and took the teddy bear from him. Peter could have just put the bear in my room without my knowing or consent. His making us 'test' it while he fucked me in the exact same place and position his brother had been about marking his territory. And having me place it in my bedroom to record his dad and me was, I guess, part of making me surrender fully to his will and to ensure I was aware of its presence should I be able to seduce his father. While I should be bothered by all this, as soon as Peter left I couldn't wait to start the video. I took off the jock and played with my hard cock and as Peter began to increase the pace of his fucking me I shot all over my stomach. I couldn't even last to watch the video in full I was so turned on seeing myself being fucked by this 16 year old bent over my dinning room table wearing his jock. Over the course of the evening I slowly worked my way through the video. It took four separate jack off sessions of watching Peter fuck my ass on film before I got to the 'money shot' and came as Peter was shooting his load on my back and ass. The fact he was staring not at my back but into the camera as he was cumming said it all. This was a narcissist who didn't care about me. The fact I was jacking off (had done so four times now) looking at a video of him fucking me bent over my dining room table, the fact that he had given me so much pleasure with that big cock, something that was evident on the video where, proved I was as obsessed with him as much as he was with himself. END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO