Date: Thu, 14 Jan 2016 12:12:38 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 19

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After I sucked him off that Monday morning, we agree my bed was more
comfortable (I thanked god he didn't decide it was more comfortable for us
to sleep in our own beds, though I think my waking him up with a blowjob
won him over).  So it seemed he would be moving in for the week.  YAY!

(If I had been his age there would have been more exclamation points and
lots of emoticons to represent just how excited I was at the prospect, like
YAY!!!!!TONS OF SMILEY FACES, as that is how excited I felt at the idea of
us sleeping together every night, even though I knew we would simply be
sharing a bed so he could use my mouth for sex; we wouldn't be cuddling or
playing house like a married couple).

On Monday after school, Peter went first to his place and got his clothes
for the week, and then brought them, toiletries and his gorgeous self to my
house and I made room for him by emptying out a dresser drawer, gave him
space in the closet and space in the bathroom medicine cabinet.

It didn't take much to make room for him.  It was only a week and he could
always run next door to get stuff.  So he brought very little.  Part of me
wished he was taking half of the closet and dresser so it would symbolize
us living together (which is ironic because just before Peter moving in
next door I had been over the moon happy to get rid of my ex's stuff which
I found crowded mine).

Once Peter went downstairs I changed out of my suit which I hung up and put
on casual clothes.  Not tracks like I had before when I thought we would
have sex, just slacks and a polo shirt over my boxers.

Peter, it seemed, planned on using my entire house like his bedroom at
home.  As soon as he walked in he had stripped down to his underwear just
inside the door, leaving his clothes in a heap.  I was fine with that.  I
loved that he would be in underwear or naked all the time he was in the
house (and I not only didn't mind picking up his clothes and taking them
upstairs and hanging them up, or taking them to the laundry room, it turned
out I liked it).

Peter did his homework at the kitchen table while I cooked supper.  I also
loved having him in his briefs so close by and must have looked at him
every few seconds, relishing the sight of this young blond boy in his
underwear (Monday he was wearing lime green Diesel briefs).  After supper
we watched TV.

Peter liked teen shows, especially, science fiction or shows based on comic
books, which while it reminded me of our age differences equally worked for
me as there are always cute boys in these shows, especially TV shows on the
CW network, though I spent as more time looking over at Peter on the couch
in his underwear than I did the Hollywood boys on the shows.

In bed that night, me in boxers and him naked, I sucked him off lying down
next to him before we went to sleep.

Peter was content to lie back and let me work on his cock.  He didn't give
me orders or take over and I just took my time and worked his mammoth boy
cock with my mouth and now healing throat until he shot his load, which I
eagerly swallowed.

After he came he rolled over facing away from me.  I lay facing him for a
little while, watching his gorgeous smooth tanned back and his blond curly
hair until I could tell he was sound asleep.

I then went to sleep on the other side of the bed (facing his bedroom
window as I had become accustomed to sleeping when he was across the way in
his own home).  I woke in much the same position.  As I had woken before
the alarm clock I rolled over and slid beneath the covers and woke him
sucking on his morning wood.  He had to stop me to get up and pee.  When he
came back there was a drop of piss on his cock head.  With anyone else I
would object or subtly brush it away but with Peter I took his cock head
into my mouth and licked it clean and got this semi-hard boy cock back up
to full mast.  It didn't take long to take his first load of the day in my
mouth.

I offered to drive him to school as it would give us time to have breakfast
together, but he didn't think that was a good idea.  While I was supposed
to be looking out for him and had his parents' permission to do so,
questions by the school about who I was might cause his parents to ask why
I was driving him to school as my work was nowhere nearby.

As he showered I made breakfast and when he came down to eat I went up and
showered and dressed.  When I came down he was gone.

On Tuesday there were a few variations but it seemed we were settling into
a routine.  During the night, I woke at one point to find myself lying on
my back next to him with my hand on his hard cock.  It seems in my sleep I
instinctually was drawn to his cock (which was hard either from my touch or
from his dream).  Nervously I removed it and rolled back on my side facing
away from him and went back to sleep (I didn't want to scare this boy with
any unsolicited touching or cuddling - he was in my bed not in his bed
across the way and I had to be content with that).

In the morning I still moved close to him and woke him with a blow job.
This time he didn't go piss, just let me suck his morning wood until he
blew his first load of the day in my mouth.  When Peter went to the
bathroom naked, I ran downstairs, donning a bathrobe over my boxers on the
way, and quickly made him some breakfast and then ran up the stairs so I
would be back in the bed when Peter came out of the bathroom.

Peter just casually, as though I wasn't in the bed staring at him while he
walked around named, continued to dry his hair.  It was just like I watched
most days through the window, with him absent mindedly walking around naked
toweling his hair dry, but now I got a front seat and it was way more
impressive close up.  That big cock swaying was he walked.  Then there was
the final rub of his cock and balls with the towel before choosing his
underwear (Tuesday was American Eagle white briefs and I got to watch that
gorgeous big cock disappear behind the cotton).

I told him his breakfast was on the table.  He smiled and said thanks.
While he may have been smiling because I had made him breakfast, it seemed
more of a smirk, like he found it funny I had raced to make breakfast while
he was in the shower (he probably thought I had done it because he was my
master, but it was so I could be back in time to see Peter emerge from the
bathroom to get dressed).

As his underwear disappeared behind a pair of jeans, I headed to the
bathroom, thankful my bathrobe and boxers were hiding my noticeable
hard-on.

On Wednesday after we went to bed, him naked and me in boxers, and I sucked
him off, I asked if I could go to sleep playing with his softening cock.
He said sure but he liked to sleep on his side.  That was fine with me and
after he rolled on his side facing away from me I moved in behind and reach
around him.  I could feel his body heat next to my body though I only
touched him with the arm I had draped over his hips (and I made sure not to
bush his ass with my hard-on in my boxers).  In spite of having to keep
some distance from him I was close enough to smell his hair and the sweat
from the day and the fresh sweat he had produced while I had sucked him off
that night right before he rolled over.  As he had already cum he fell
asleep while I played with his soft cock.

On Thursday, after he fell asleep with me playing with him, I moved my arm
to around his chest and went to sleep with my arm around my young friend
(again careful to keep some distance between my crotch and his ass, even if
I was holding him close to my chest) hugging him.  When I awoke we had
moved to my side of the bed.

We seemed to be in a routine of me sucking him before sleep and again in
the morning.  I would have been happy to do this for the rest of my life.

Gone was the aggressive Peter and I was even able to go to sleep with my
arm around him, something I never believed would happen in my wildest
dreams.

I found myself hating the fact his parents would be coming back on Sunday
and that this would all come to an end.  I knew it was a fantasy.  Peter
was a teenager and was just enjoying being sucked before sleep and again in
the morning and maybe even didn't mind my sleeping next to him with my arm
around him (kids like to be held as they fall asleep when they are young).
For me it was so much more and I hated it was about to end.

END OF CHAPTER NINETEEN.

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