Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2016 09:38:51 +0000 From: Bruce Demosthenes Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 42 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 About an hour after Paul Sr. had left I was still tripping. I was trying to watch TV but all the colours were bluring. It was like watching a rainbow with figures moving between the bands of violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red. I didn't even notice Peter who had let himself in and was sitting in my living room chair watching me. "What did you take," asked Peter, alerting me to his presence and partially snapping me out of my haze. "GHB," was all I could answer. "Did my dad," he asked. "Not by choice," I answered and then giggled. Peter shook his head, got up and headed upstairs. I suspected he was mad but he probably realized I was in no shape to reprimand or question at this point. After a while, Peter came downstairs and said "you did good, I checked the recording and it is perfect." I didn't care. "Come with me," Peter commanded. Dutifully I got up from the couch and followed him upstairs and, in the bedroom, I followed his lead and stripped. He then pushed me down on my back on the bed like I had done to his old man and I just let him lead. Before long I was being fucked by Peter on my back in the very same position I had fucked his old man, with my legs wrapped around his hips and my hands roaming over his shoulders and back. The only difference was that, unlike with his father, we didn't kiss. If I hadn't been high I would have warned him his father's cum was in my ass (he had made it clear he didn't want his own cum to come in contact with his father so he would have been totally grossed out to know his own cock was sunk into his father's load) but I didn't care and couldn't articulate it if I could. I just smiled and looked up at this blond curly haired 16 year old boy as he fucked me. I could hear the squishy sound of his cock in my ass as it sunk again and again into his father's cum in my ass which was looser than usual because his father had fucked me a short time ago in the shower with his much bigger cock. That I was loose and squishy Peter didn't let on that he cared. I didn't care except part of me felt slutty and I liked it. I was being fucked a second time in as many hours by a big cock andI derived it, I wanted it, it was who I have become - a whore for the people next door to use to make themselves cum. If Peter realized I was looser and sloppy with cum he didn't let on. He just fucked me hard and soon he was adding his own cum to his father's in my ass. Normally I would be ecstatic that the blond boy I worshiped was fucking me and cumming inside me with his teenage cock but I just looked up at him glassy eyed and watched his face as he orgasmed and very disconnectedly thought about the cum milkshake he was making by adding his cum to his father's. I wondered what it would be like if his brother David were in the room and would get on top of me next with his cock and add a third load into the mix. Paul Sr., Peter and David had such different cocks that had made such an impression on my when they had each fucked me but now high on drugs I just blurred them together and wanted them to be tag teaming me, shooting load after load into my ass. Would the other brother be next? Would he be adding his cum into the stew that was being brewed in my ass by their magic wands. And what wands they were. How could this one family be blessed by such big cocks. Pulling out he just silently got dressed and left as I lay there on my back tripping and thinking of their cocks and the cum in my ass, which was now leaking out onto the bedsheets. If I hadn't been high I might have wondered about why Peter would fuck me probably knowing his old man had fucked me and left load of cum in my ass. Couldn't he hear the squishy sound of cum as he fucked me? Couldn't he feel how loose my ass was, having been stretched by his father's bigger cock? Had he just needed to fuck, had this been his thanks for doing what he had asked or was this his wanting to recreate what he had seen done on film (something he seemed to like to do) to prove he was in charge? I didn't know and I didn't care. I lay naked on my bed with two loads of cum from this family oozing out of my ass. I felt like a whore and I had become one and, thanks to the drugs, I didn't care. In fact if it was up to me the two other brothers would be lined up to deposit their loads of cum up my ass as well. Eventually I drifted off to sleep counting the three boys blond curly haired faces and comparing their big cocks, wanting load after load of their boy cum shot up my ass. END OF CHAPTER FORTY-TWO