Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2016 16:05:07 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: dominated by the boy next door 45

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While Wally has said he wanted me to suck him regularly I was still
surprised when he rang my doorbell the next day after school.

I hadn't been home for long, so I was still in my dress pants and shirt,
having hung up my jacket and removed my tie.

I opened the door and let him in.

Wally didn't say anything, just entered my house and went and sat in the
same chair in the living room he had been in the day before.

Unlike the day before, he didn't undo his pants.  He just sat there
slightly reclined.

We both knew why he was there, so I simply went over to where he was
sitting and knelt next to the chair.

I knew Wally was the same age of Peter but he seemed younger.  He wasn't as
athletic, though he was slim having, unlike his younger brother Ian, lost
of all his baby fat.

He was wearing blue jeans and white polo shirts.  I undid the belt and the
front of his jeans as he just sat there reclined in my living room chair.

Under his jeans he was wearing blue jockey briefs, which surprised me as he
had been in white fruit of the looms the day before.  I just assumed that
his mother bought his underwear as Peter's mother had done.

The day before he had just pulled his cock out over the top of his briefs
and open pants.  But since I was doing the honours I decided to pull his
jeans down a bit.  He lifted his hips to oblige.

Taking my time I buried my face in his briefs, sniffing and licking him
through the soft blue cotton.

His cock was rock hard as soon as I had gotting his jeans undone in
anticipation.  But I was in no hurry and wanted to enjoy this boy in his
briefs.

I had resigned myself that I was now someone who had sex with teenage boys
so I was simply giving into my lust which included admiring them and
sniffing them and rubbing my face in their teenage underwear.

Wally just sat there reclined and let my touch him and sniff him and lick
him through his dark blue jockey briefs.

Shoving my tongue in the opening of the y-fronts I made contact with his
hard teenage cock, causing him to noticeably shiver.

I alternated between licking up and down the shaft, sucking on the head
through the cotton and sliding my tongue into the y-front to make contact
with the bare skin of the shaft.

Soon I had the cotton at the head of his cock an even darker blue where it
was soaked through with my saliva, accentuating the head of his cock which
flailed nicely above the shaft.

Pulling his jeans down to his ankles I moved my face down his cotton
covered shaft to his balls, inhaling his strong musky smell from the briefs
that had been trapped next to his crotch all day at school as he sat in
class and probably played sports.

I got my face between his legs where the cotton was moist with sweat,
suggesting he had probably run to my place in his jeans or been playing
with his friends on the school grounds before his horniness had gotten the
better of him and he had come to my house to get sucked off.

Eventually Wally reached down and pushed his briefs down, freeing his hard
cock.

This boy was gorgeous.  He wasn't like Peter, some form of a blond greek
god.  He was a dark brunette with a little treasure trail of hair running
down to his pubes which were filling in nicely.  He had dark hairs starting
to emerge on his legs.

I pushed up his shirt and, as I suspected, he had a few hairs emerging on
his chest and a few smaller ones around each of his nipples.

This was a 16 year old boy who was starting to become a man but still was
clearly a teenager.

His hard cock sticking straight up and resting against his abdomen was
engorged and crying out for release.  I closed my mouth around it and he
let out a low moan.

Slowly I moved my head up and down on his cock, taking more and more of it
down my throat.

At only about six inches I could have deep throated him right from the
start, given the training and practice I had with Peter's mammoth tool, but
I wanted to go slow and give this boy pleasure.  He seemed to like what I
was doing as he simply lay back in the chair and let me work.

As I was sucking him and moving my head up and down on his cock I realized
that it wasn't simply his body that made me think of him as younger than
Peter.  Sure his cock was small and the patches of growing dark hair made
it clear he was only a teenage.  It was the attitude.  He didn't have the
arrogance of Peter and he was not demanding, leaving me to enjoy his cock
as he, in turn, got enjoyment from my oral attention to his penis.

Wally gave no indication he was going to cum so when he began to shoot in
my mouth it took my by surprise.  I had to swallow quick so I didn't spill
any and so I could make room for more.

It was as sweet as I had noted the day before and I tried to savour it
before gulping it down as it steadily shot again and again into my mouth.

Eventually he finished cumming but he made no move to stop me or pull me
off his cock.

As he began to soften I took my mouth of his penis.

I was about to get up when he nodded to his briefs pushed down his thighs.

He didn't need to tell me, he was suggesting (not ordering as Peter might
do) that I should put his cock away now that I had finished sucking him
off.

I pulled up his briefs, with him lifting his hips so I could get them in
place, and placed his now soft cock in them on its side.  I then pulled up
his jeans, with him again lifting his hips to accommodate me, and did up
his pants and belt.

I even pulled down his shirt which I had pushed up to check out his chest,
tucking it into his jeans.

Redressing this boy made me feel like he had done me a favour by letting me
undo his pants and take out his cock and suck him, rather than I had done
him a service by getting him off.  I found myself wanting to do it again.

I hadn't been sure the day before when he had dropped by and then told me I
would sucking him regularly.  I was worried if Ian would be hurt if he
found out or if Peter would be upset.  But now I found myself liking
servicing this teenager and looking forward to when I might do it again.

Wally got up out of the chair and left my house, without having said a
word.  I wondered when he would visit next.

END OF CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE