Date: Mon, 20 Apr 2015 22:18:59 +0000 From: Bruce Demosthenes Subject: dominated by the boy next door 9 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 *** After that first time I jacked off sniffing Paul's underwear and picturing him in his speedos I didn't take them out of the drawer again. Yet I wondered about how big Paul's cock actually was and marvelled at his beauty. He was definitely gorgeous but he wasn't Peter. He was as interesting to me as a famous male celebrity I check out in magazines or on TV. Eye candy. He just wasn't my obsession. I didn't get to suck Peter's cock and his blinds continued to be closed as the week progress so my hunger got worse. Like a vampire I needed my blood product, cum. So eventually I began to suck on Peter's underwear, the strong odor having long ago dropped by the wayside. It was only days before the cum stains, sweat discolouration and piss and skid marks were cleaned by my mouth. I was way more pathetic than Peter possibly imagined. When my desperation was at an all-time high, I suddenly found Peter standing in my home office one day after school. Before I could say anything Peter said "I am here to tell you the cost of my brother's briefs, but before I do I realize that this is a cost you might not be willing to bear so I am going to give you two more rewards first". I just nodded. I don't know if it was because I expected Peter to ask me to do something I would hate from the first day he shoved into my house, helped himself to my alcohol and then raped my throat or that I knew I would have to pay the second he had handed me his brother's briefs given how majorly generous that was and arranging me to see Paul in his speedos. Whatever the reason, Peter's serious tone instilled trepidation about what he had in mind as my 'cost'. But I was after all his sub and as my master I would have to pay the piper (and I desperately need his pipe in my throat and a new injection from his flute to take an analogy to a ludicrous extreme). After zoning out I refocused on his words as he said "the first reward that I know a fag like you has been dying for is I am going to let you use a dildo on yourself the next time you suck me off." "REALLY??!!" I responded with way too much enthusiasm. Peter burst out laughing. "I knew you would like that faggot. I saw you jack off the first day and I've seen you naked a few nights when I have come over and it didn't revolt me the way I thought it would so I figure seeing you impale yourself on a dildo worshiping me might be kinda hot. But I don't want to see you jacking off every again. In fact, you can't cum when I am in the room." I nodded again but this time with a shit-eaters grin on my face which showed him how turned on I was by the idea (even though sitting on a dildo in front of this 16 year old boy buck naked would be hugely humiliating and I actually had never enjoyed a dildo in my ass, but the possibility of this happening no matter how humiliating and painful was unmistakable turning me on). Peter continued: "On to the second reward. Paul told my parents that you were a decent guy and that you had been helping my with my writing of essages and even giving me work and now they want to meet you." My joy at being able to have something, anything, in my ass while I sucked Peter's big cock suddenly turned to dread. Meet his parents? Was he serious? Was he insane? How was this a favour? "This Saturday we are going to the amusement park and you are invited," Peter said. "My demand while we are at the park, and given how much you clearly can't get enough of my cum, queer for my as you are, your reward, will be that throughout the day I am going to shoot my loads in your mouth whenever I get horny." I look puzzled, unsure what he had in mind and still not grasping how being around his parents would be a good thing. "When I go to the washroom you follow and I will jack off into your mouth. We won't have time for you to properly suck me so I will just beat my cock and shoot my load into your mouth," Paul said. "But..." I started to protest. "Don't worry, we won't get caught," he said though I didn't believe him and what about his parents let along other people. As if anticipating my thoughts he added "we can get away from the 'rents at an amusement, they don't like scary rides." Damn, I didn't like scary rides. Though the thought of being caught having sex with Peter at a public venue, with his parents of all people, terrified me. "The reason my 'rents want to meet you," Peter continued, "is because they are going on a trip in two weeks' time and they think someone should watch me. Paul, the clueless blond that he is, thought you could be trusted with me, and even keep me in line. "Wonder what he would think of you as my babysitter if he knew you had been jacking off sniffing his cum stained briefs all week while he was sleeping in my bedroom next door" Peter laughed. I mumbled with embarrassment "I only did it once" and then felt a tinge of regret at saying that out loud, and also for being unfaithful to Peter even this one time. Then the regret vanished and, in my surreal life as a 16 year old straight boy's cum bucket and unabashed fag, it suddenly seemed like the appropriate moment to interject what I had wondered about when I had first examined Paul's underwear. "Why was there very little cum on his underwear." Peter laughed (clearly finding me and this situation amusing). "Paul thinks masturbation is a sin. He still does it, but rarely, and I guess when he cums he feels guilt and it cuts short his load. I told you he was a clueless idiot." "What does he wear to bed," I asked, now trying to picture the scene that led to the cum stained briefs I now had in my possession. Peter laughed again "he wears hospital fatigues. Figure that? He doesn't mind wearing speedos in front of a fag like you but needs to be fully covered sharing a bedroom with me his brother. My mind vividly recreated the sight of Paul lying on the second bed in Peter's room, alone, with the front of his hospital pants tucked under his balls, stealing off a quick wank while Peter was out of the room a week ago... his cock which was bigger than Peter's erupting with a few nervous spurts as he hurriedly wiped it clean with the briefs, pulling up his hospital pants and embarrassedly got under the covers before Peter got back. "Are we done talking about Paul," Peter asked, snapping me back to the moment. I nodded, though if Peter had looked over the desk he would have seen my hard-on, as I hadn't stopped thinking about his older brother. "I have to jet. So I am going to tell my 'rents you are fine with coming with us to the park," Peter said, not as a question but as a command. "I'll come by tomorrow after school and you can use the dildo in front of me but it better not distract you from sucking my cock." With that Peter was gone. Grabbing my car keys I immediately left the house and headed to a sex shop I had bought stuff in before. I had a couple dildos at home but they were small. I never enjoyed dildos or vibrators in my ass (a cock was another thing, I loved those) so I had bought different ones to experiment with and then when I found I didn't like them shoved them in a drawer never to be used again. I even tried a butt plug a couple times but no sooner was it in my ass than I wanted it out. I ran to the toilet and quickly shit out the rubber contraption. But now I was excited about having something in my ass in front of Peter. And if I was going to sit on a dildo in front of him I wanted one that closely resembled his cock. I contemplated going as large as Paul's cock but quickly put that out of my mind as I didn't want to think of Paul when I was in Peter's presence and sucking on his cock. The selection at the store was truly amazing. Some were so huge that I couldn't imagine how a person could ever walk again after they sat on that. They even had ones shaped like a fist. While most were intimidating, especially because I knew I had never enjoyed one in my ass, I did find one that was similar in size and girth to Peter's cock. I barely slept that night and was useless at work and after racing home in the afternoon I waited with a hard-on in a bathrobe in my bedroom. Peter let himself in and came up the stairs. He broke into a big smile seeing me sitting eagerly on the edge of the bed in a bathrobe, the dildo and a bottle of lube next to me on the bed. "You're a horny fuck aren't you," Peter said. I nodded embarrassedly. Peter looked at the dildo with some interest and then said: "Let me guess, you went out and bought a brand new one for the occasion, one the same size as my cock?" I turned bright red, but nodded assent. Peter pulled a jockstrap out of his pocket and threw it at me. "I don't want to see your cock which sticking up in your bathrobe is already making me regret offering to do thia," Peter said with a hint of revulsion in his voice. "Plus, I wore this all week while playing sports and I thought you would want to have your cock and balls wrapped in my sweat while you suck on the cock that was nestled in the pouch of that jock." I nodded again embarrassed. This boy knew me, knew how to humiliate me and knew how to turn me on all at the same time. I picked up the jock and instinctually put it to my nose and took a whiff. It smelled so amazing, the scent of Peter's sweat off his cock and balls as they bounced around in this pouch. "Fuck you are pathetic," Peter said. "Put it on and let's get on with this, I have to get home for dinner and I haven't shot a load in a while so my balls ache." Turning my back to Peter I opened my bathrobe and put on the jock. It was tight at the waist and leg straps, Peter being smaller than me at only 16 that made sense, but the pouch barely contained my already hard cock (Peter's cock, which soft is about the same size as me hard, would have filled this out wonderfully - I now desperately wanted to see him in a jock but now was not the time to suggest it, I didn't want to do anything to derail what was about to happen). Dropping the bathrobe I turned. Peter was standing in the same spot still fully dressed. As he made no move and said nothing further, I picked up the dildo, applied lube to it and placed it on the floor a foot in front of him. I then got over it, squatted, aimed it at my hole and lowered myself onto it. It hurt, as had previous dildos when I sat on them, and this one was much bigger. But I persisted and eventually I was almost sitting down on the floor, the entire dildo up to its fake balls deep in my ass. Only then did I look up at Peter who was watching me intently, making no move to undo his pants and take out his cock. I couldn't figure if he was revolted or intrigued. The front of his jeans weren't bulging, so he wasn't turned on by the sight of me in his jock sitting on a dildo, so my guess was he was disgusted. But any shred of dignity I had was long gone, sitting on the floor of my bedroom almost naked with a big rubber dildo in my ass in front the boy whose cock I wanted this dildo to be and I was about to suck. Balancing on the dildo, which was no easy feat even though it was in as far as I could possibly take it, I reached forward with both hands and undid his belt and pants and reached into his briefs and pulled out his soft cock. Putting my hands on his hips to steady myself, I wrapped my mouth around it and I began to suck and while it took longer than usual to harden it eventually did and soon I was deep throating Peter's big cock. As I deep throated him I moved up and down on the dildo in time: as I buried my nose in his pubes with his cock deep down my throat the dildo that was the same size was fully up my ass; when only the head of his cock was in my mouth only the head of the dildo was in me (maybe a little more as balancing and riding this thing while sucking his cock was more difficult than I could imagine). Unlike my previous experiences with a dildo, I was not desperate to get it out of my ass. In fact, I found myself sitting down hard to really feel it rammed into me and doing the same to my throat on his cock. The sensations were too much and before long I felt myself close to cumming. Peter's breathing told me he was nowhere close. Stopping sucking and riding the dildo I looked up at Peter and confessed "if I keep going I am going to cum." "Keep sucking bitch," Peter said "and I told you not to cum in my presence!" I sat fully on the dildo, unmoving, and resumed my deep throating. I tried not to move at all because the dildo was going to make me cum if it moved, but moving up and down on his big cock caused me to move a little. Sucking Peter's big cock with a dildo of the same size deep in my ass had me dangerously close. Agonizingly I kept sucking and willed myself not to cum. But try as I might to hold off, I couldn't, and as soon as Peter put his hands on my head and began thrusting his cock down my throat I began to cum in his jockstrap. I was just putty, my cock spewing forth semen in the jock's pouch and my ass squeezing the huge dildo shoved all the way up my ass as he rammed his big cock down my throat again and again. The sensations were too much. I could barely keep myself from collapsing in a ball on the floor. I had barely finished cumming and was still a delirious mess as I felt Peter's cock pulse along my tongue as he began to shoot his load down my throat. He just held his cock still, buried all the way to the balls in my mouth and throat, and sent his load directly into my stomach. I could feel the underside of his cock pulse along my tongue as ropes of his cum went shooting into me, cum that I would die to have a taste of right now to complete all the sensations that were overwhelming my body, front and back, top and bottom. Once he finished cumming, Peter unceremoniously yanked his cock from my throat and mouth. Shoving it back in his briefs and doing up his pants Peter said "I told you not to cum. We won't be doing that again. And you can keep the jock." He turned and walked out, leaving me siting on my floor with the dildo still in my ass, wearing only his jockstrap that was now cum soaked with a sore throat to boot. Inexplicably, in spite of my legs being sore and my ass overly stretched around this huge dildo, I didn't take it out. I got off the floor, holding it still buried completely inside me, and moved to the bed. Lying on my back, I then set about fucking myself with it, picturing Peter fucking me the way he had probably fucked that girl on my bed. A girl who had inexplicable watched me suck him without comment in the doorway. How had that day not let to me getting arrested? And now I was going to go to an amusement park with Peter's parents and he planned on feeding me his cum while in that public place. The mixture of fear, humiliation and all the physical sensations of him having been down my throat and simultaneously sort of up my ass, and 9t wasn't long before I was cumming again in his jockstrap just from the dildo hitting my prostate as I moaned Peter's name to myself. When I finally pulled the dildo out I couldn't be bothered to even get up and wash it. I just dropped it on the bed sheets beside me and rolled under the covers, my hole stretched the widest it had ever been, my throat sore from his aggressive fucking and the smell of my shit on the dildo overwhelming my nostrils. I stayed in the fetal position with those negative sensations for the rest of the evening, embarrassed by how pathetic I had been in front of this 16 year old straight boy, riding up and down on a dildo wearing his dirty jock unable to stop myself from cumming, even though I knew that would bother him, and now I had ruined any chance of doing that again (and I wanted even though the picture of what I looked like in my mind was disturbing). I knew him not wanting me to cum wasn't about control. If I came when we were together then it was us having gay sex. Me sucking him or him fucking my face was just a 16 year old boy getting off. That is why he didn't want to fuck my ass, because that would be gay sex since it was something I desperately wanted. And I did desperately want it. I had just fucked myself hard with a dildo shaped like his cock moaning his name was how much I wanted it. And it was now by cumming in front of him I had pushed the infinitesimal possibility of his fucking me for real even further away. And how would things go with his parents, and what could he possibly imagine us doing at an amusement park even if we did get away from his parents? END OF CHAPTER NINE. ***