Date: Wed, 05 Aug 2020 00:20:10 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Dylan in the Alley 3

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"Dylan in the Alley"

Part Three

Bruce

It took two weeks for things to go back to normal between Dylan and Chad.
Chad actually came to me and asked what I thought was going on. I told
him sometimes friends just need space and to let it alone.
And I guess, at some point, Dylan decided I had meant it about forgetting
that day ever happened.
And I did really mean it.
When I said it.
It became much more difficult to do in real life.
Dylan and Chad would be playing basketball and come in to dinner, sweaty
and red faced and exhausted, and I would start to get hard. Dylan,
flushed from the heat and exertion, looked a lot like Dylan sweaty and
getting assfucked.
His lips would get me too. I'd look at his pink little lips and remember
what they felt like wrapped around my cock and imagine myself just
shoving him to his knees and feeling that tight wet throat pussy envelop
my johnson and take it to the balls.
It fucking gave me a wet spot once.
And then, like a miracle, my wife had to go out of town to visit her
sister.
And things would never be the same.

Dylan

I avoided Mr. Johnson for two weeks after what happened. I even avoided
Chad at first. Part of me was terrified Chad knew or Mr. Johnson would
tell Chad and I'd lose my best friend.
But he didn't. He kept his word.
One day, after practice, I decided to just rip the bandage off and go
home with Chad for dinner.
And everything was normal. We even watched movies afterwards.
I felt like I had my life back.
And then Mrs. Johnson went out of town and Chad wanted to go skinny
dipping.

Bruce

The more Dylan was around, the more convinced I was the little slut knew
what he was doing to me. I hated faggots, but I couldn't stop thinking
about his tight little asspussy and wet throat and pillowy lips.
I felt like a fucking teenager wandering around with a permanent semi.
And then the fuck decided to strip naked and really taunt me.
With my wife out of town, everything became a little less formal. We
barbecued on the grill and just had dinner whenever and the boys watched
movies or stayed up all night or whatever.
And I ain't gonna pretend skinny dipping was a new thing. Hell, I had
skinny dipped with them plenty. The rule was they only had to wear suits
if girls were around.
But I hadn't fucked the little shit up the ass last time they skinny
dipped.
He took off his clothes right in front of me and then just jumped in with
Chad. His bubble butt jiggled the whole way to the pool.
And he didn't just stay in the pool, either. He got out and would dive
in, over and after, making sure I saw every inch of his wet tight teenage
body.
He was practically begging for it.

Dylan

It felt so good for things to be back to normal. Mr. Johnson had fired up
the barbecue and made us dinner and everything was just amazing. I felt
weird for like ten minutes when I got naked, but then it just felt normal
again. We swam and horsed around for like two hours in the water.
Finally, we were both so exhausted, we agreed it was video game time.
Chad got out first. I stayed in another ten minutes and then I wrapped a
towel around me and went to the media room. I flipped on the projector
and grabbed the controls and booted up the system.
And then I fell asleep.

Bruce

The boys swam for nearly two hours. Chad got out and said he was going to
change. When I went in after him, to see if he wanted ice cream, he was
passed out in pajamas on his bed. Not even under the covers, just lying
down on top of them.
I shut the door and decided it was time to get rid of this semi. I headed
for the media room.
And there Dylan was.
I locked the door behind me.

Dylan

I woke up when someone touched me, but not fully awake. I felt myself
being moved. I felt the towel fall down and the air hit my butt and legs.
And then I heard the zipper.
And felt a weight on top of me.
I opened my eyes and looked around.
I was bent over the ottoman in front of the projector. It must have been
muted because there was no sound.
On the screen, some Asian girl with huge titties was getting fucked by
old white tourists or businessmen or something.
I tried to speak and Mr. Johnson covered my mouth with his hand.
His body was already naked and on top of mine, but he pressed his lips to
my left ear.
He whispered, "The door is locked. Chad is asleep. Stay quiet unless you
want to wake him up."
I didn't know what to do. He said he would forget it. I could feel his
hard dick on the back of my thighs. I thought things would be back to
normal.
I whispered back, "I thought...you said..."
He laughed quietly.
Then he sort of growl-whispered, "You're nothing but wet pussy and a
tight throat to me now. I can play real nice when Chad is around, but you
pay for dinner and everything else I do from now on the only way trash
like you can."
I started to get up from under him and he held me down.
He said, "Stay fucking still. You've been teasing me enough all day
without wiggling that ass and playing hard to get."
I realized I was about get fucked, whether I wanted it or not.
Then he said, "I'm not going to rape you, kid. But you either guide my
dick in or your free ride is over. No more tutors, sports paid for,
dinners, nothing. You belong to me or you get out."
I gulped. But it didn't take long to make a decision.
I reached back for his cock.

Bruce

The kid's ass had only gotten better. I kept his mouth covered with my
hand so his cries and grunts wouldn't wake up Chad and I really showed
him why trash like him was put on this earth.
I crammed my dick in balls deep and then showed his hole zero mercy.
I fucked him in deep hard strokes and rougher than I'd treat any whore.
Sometimes, I ignored him completely. I just watched the porn on the huge
screen and imagined it was some twenty year old Thai slut with huge
titties I was railing.
But then it really hit me.
I owned Dylan. Owned him. The way Roman men owned slave boys. I could do
anything I wanted to him and he couldn't object. Hell, even if he somehow
decided things went too far nobody would care.
He was Corley trash and he agreed to be mine.
He sold himself to me.
That's what a slave is.
I stopped paying attention to the porn then.
I reached under his body and started pinching his boy nipples hard. He
cried out into my hand and my dick flexed in his little butt.
Then I reached for his balls and cupped them. They felt heavy in my hand
to be so small.
Then I squeezed them. Hard.
His hole spasmed around my dick and he bucked under me like a wounded
animal.
I flipped him over, removed my hand from his mouth, and lifted his legs
up.
I placed his hands on the bottom of his thighs, letting him do the work
of keeping his legs in position and his hole open.
I asked, "You okay?"
He nodded, even with the recently crushed balls, and I took the
opportunity to stuff my briefs in his mouth. I wanted him quiet and my
hands free.
Then I took my dick in my hands and pressed it back into him.
I fucked him for the next hour.
It was almost fucking magical.
His hole was tighter and smoother and more velvet than any pussy. But
something about having him like that and seeing his dick and smooth chest
kept me from nutting.
His lack of titties and pussy made him an almost endless fuck.
I could tell when he started liking it, too. His ass started grinding
against my dick and he started trying to wiggle it and get me deeper
every thrust.
That isn't what made me cum, though.
In the middle of a thrust, with sweat dripping off my body onto his, I
saw his face.
The sweet angelic boy I'd taught so much to.
The boy I caught secretly eating nigger dick in a back alley.
And I hit him. Not hard enough to knock his teeth out, but it left an
impression.
He winced and I saw tears in his eyes. That just pissed me off more so I
hit him again.
This time, I hit him hard enough to bust his lip.
And then I jizzed.

Dylan

I watched Mr. Johnson when he came this time. He started growling and
grunting and then his face scrunched up and he rammed hard into me and he
hit me twice and then I felt his dick expand in me and flood my guts.
Then he collapsed on top of me.
I could smell his cigars and sweat and his cologne and my lips and cheek
hurt something awful.
Then he pulled off of me and dribbled lube on my dick.
He reached for it and pumped my cock a few times until it was hard rock.
When he let go, I started doing what came natural.
He covered my face again with his left hand, pressing his underwear
deeper in my mouth. My nose was filled with the scent of cum and sweat
and even his piss from the underwear as my body started pumping up and
thrusting and I fucked my hand.
Then he shoved his fingers in me and I moaned and nutted.

Bruce

I hadn't known a slut like Dylan since high school. His aunt would cum
just as easy from a hard finger fuck.
It was different with him, though. His load wound up all over his
stomach, on his eyelids, on his face.
I took my underwear out of his mouth and fed some of the cum back to him.
Then I decided we needed to talk.

Dylan

It was kind of hard to focus on everything Mr. Johnson was saying. My ass
felt ripped open and his cum was leaking from my asshole. It was running
down my legs and even onto my feet. My cum was dripping everywhere too.
On top of that, I felt like I had run a marathon and gotten high
afterward.
I couldn't get it together.
But then it clicked.
He was making me a deal.

Bruce

I made Dylan suck my dick clean to seal the deal. I'd always wanted ass
to mouth. From now on, he was mine. He would obey and do anything he was
told. He would be, for all intents and purposes, my slave. I could do
whatever I wanted to him.
In return, Chad would never know anything about any of this and I would
treat him publicly the same way I did before. I even offered to pay for
his college, if he went local.

Dylan

Mr. Johnson's dick tasted like ass, but I knew it was a good deal. I
could eat boiled ramen at home or steaks here. Go to work for minimum
wage or play baseball and get a scholarship. It just made sense.
I looked up at him from my knees. Past his belly, softening dick, heavy
balls, hairy chest. I looked at his face and the stubble and for a second
he was my friend's dad again.
He looked down and said, "Be a good slave and suck the jizz from my
pubes."
Slave.
He really means it. I knew it viscerally then. The fantasies of things
going back to normal went away.
I pressed my mouth to his crotch and said, "Yes, master."