Date: Mon, 9 Mar 2015 18:29:16 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 2

Thanks to dozens of people who e-mailed me when Chapter 1 of this story was
posted on Nifty, especially the 18yo jockboy who likes to choke gay guys on
his jizz (call me).

I apologize for not writing Chapter 2 right away but here you go now.

The disclaimer from Chapter 1 still applies.  This involves sex between men
and at least one of them is underage.  If you don't like that idea then you
should go somewhere else.  If you do, feel free to make a donation to Nifty
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Now here is? CHAPTER 2

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The next day I thought of nothing else but Peter's big cock in my mouth.
Well that is not entirely correct, I also thought about the cum facial he
had given me.

I had to admit that having rope after rope of his thick white warm boy cum
hit my eyes, hair and face had been one of the most erotic experiences in
my not inconsiderable sex filled life.  It was so erotic I had to sneak off
to the washroom at work and jack off a dozen times during the next day I
was so turned on.

When I got home that night Peter wasn't in his room doing homework, it
being a Friday night, I assumed he was out with friends, but that didn't
stop me from fantasizing about him and I must have jacked off another dozen
times looking into his room picturing him on his bed jacking that big cock.

I don't know if it was because he was underage, and thus our sex had been
particularly adventurous (well more accurately dangerous, since I could go
to jail and there was video evidence on his phone that he could leak or
that someone could find) but I was so turned on by this boy.

Part of me - hell a large part of me - liked his cockiness and the way he
just knew he could use me, and he had.

And of course his blond curly hair, bright blue eyes, slim underdeveloped
but lean and solid physique, with no hair other than a few tufts under his
arms and, yes it turned out, a treasure trail, and pubes that he seemed to
trim (how did a 16 year old straight boy in the suburbs know to, and have
the balls to, trim his pubes - didn't other boys in the lockerroom notice
or was it something all boys now were doing).

Speaking of balls, as I stroked myself reflecting on the day before I
remembered his were like smooth walnuts with a slight covering of peachfuzz
as they snuggled up to the base of a surprisingly big and thick cock for a
16 year old - a teen cock that had been in my mouth!

You can see why I couldn't help but jack off again and again after what had
happened.  But I was left with only my memory and imagination to jack off
too.  Peter wasn't in his room and he didn't text.

In fact, I didn't see Peter at all, either in the neighbourhood or through
my window into his bedroom, during the entire weekend.  Thinking back, I
couldn't recall ever seeing him on weekends, only on school nights when he
was in his room in underwear doing homework (or more likely chatting and
posting on Facebook).  That is not surprising, a boy that hot had to be
popular and likely had girls and maybe even boys his own age throwing
themselves at him (he clearly wasn't a novice at sex).

While the thought of him with girls or boys his own age gave me a pang of
jealousy, it didn't stop my jacking off thinking about him all weekend
long; and if I had jacked myself sore during the weekend, it got way worse
the following week.

On Monday morning I was in my room just finishing getting dressed.  In fact
I was tying my tie when I glanced out my window and to my surprise there
was Peter in his room naked drying his hair with a towel.

I don't remember seeing him ever in his room naked prior to this past
Wednesday night when I watched him jack off.  Was he naked for my benefit?
He didn't once look over.  And admittedly I had not watched him in the
mornings (my recent staring at him in his underwear in his room had been in
the evenings).  In the mornings I am always in a hurry to get ready for
work.

I am a night person, definitely not a morning person, so I sleep until the
last possible second and then eat and dress as I am literally running out
the door for work.  By then Peter is usually coming out of his house too
fully dressed.  So maybe he came back from his bathroom after his morning
shower always naked and I just hadn't seen him because it happens before I
get up.

Peter looked gorgeous naked in his room.  That big cock, which had to be
five or six inches soft, swayed between his legs as he walked around his
room drying his hair.  When I saw him give it and his balls a dry with his
towel and then pull on a pair of briefs (white CK briefs it seemed, though
it was hard to read the waistband from the distance between our houses), it
was too much, I jumped on the bed, undid my trousers, pulled my cock out
and jacked off.  It only took a few strokes and my cum was shooting so high
that it hit my tie and shirt which I had pushed up in a failed attempt to
try to keep them clean.

When I opened my eyes and looked over he was gone. I quickly changed my
shirt and tie, finished getting dressed and got to work 20 minutes late
with no breakfast but a smile on my face.

My happiness at having seen him naked that morning quickly gave way to
panic.  What if he never texted me?!!!!  I had to have that boy's cock in
mouth again!  I HAD TO HAVE another taste of his cum.

I had dutifully texted him after he left on Thursday so he had my number on
his phone.  I waited patiently for his text but none came.

That evening I tried to satisfy myself by watching him in his underwear in
his room that night, and while watching him in his CK briefs across the way
made me produce lots and lots of cum, it just made me want him more.

I set my alarm an hour earlier than usual the next day so I would be awake
when he got out of bed.  It was definitely worth it as I got to see him
walk to the bathroom in his white CK briefs with his morning wood.  His
cock was definitely as big as I remembered, pushing the waistband up and
out.  It was such a hot sight that when he came back from the shower naked,
a towel over his shoulder, I was already edging.  When he gave his cock and
balls a final towel rub before pulling on a red paid of 2xist briefs I shot
all over my stomach and chest.

I had to have this boy again.  I desperately wanted his young cock even
though I knew it was dangerous.

I kept checking my phone during the day at work.

To say I was obsessing on him was an understatement.  This boy owned me and
he either didn't care or didn't want me again.

It felt like my cock was constantly hard and my heart was permanent broken
as the day dragged on.  I was like a 13 year old girl mooning over some
teen idol.  The realization that I had become so pathetic didn't make me
want him any less.  It probably made me want him more.

So I broke down in the afternoon and I texted him.

"What's up."  I wrote.

That was the best I could come up with?  You wouldn't know I made a living
from writing copy.

"WTF, y r u texting me at SCHOOL?" came the reply.

FUCK, I forgot where he was!

I quickly deleted the chat and put my phone away.

I am almost three times his age!  He is an underage 16yo boy in high school
- physically sitting in his high school right now in class when I sent him
a text!!

Shit, shit, shit, I am a fucking idiot!!!

My internal dialogue berated myself for the rest of the afternoon.

When I got home, I went upstairs to change out of my suit.  Looking across
the way I saw Peter's blinds are closed.  Stupid me!  By desperately
texting him (not just at school but not even five full days after I had
sucked his cock) I clearly had gotten him pissed and now I wouldn't even
get to see him in his briefs at night or naked when he came back from the
shower in the morning.

What was I thinking?

My phone vibrating snapped me out of my daze.

There was no message, just a link, though the telephone number was Peter's.

The link was to picpaste.  I clicked on it.  There I was, covered in cum on
my knees, in a photo.

I was mortified, though something in me equally seemed to stir as my cock
began to harden at the sight of me covered in Peter's cum.

I had used picpaste before.  What gay person in the closet or trying to be
discrete hasn't?  You can put a pic up there temporarily when chatting with
someone and send them the direct link to the pic so they can see if they
want to meet you or simply know what you look like while chatting online or
on the phone.  The pics are public and on the net, but since you can set it
to delete, after 30 minutes, 1 hour or some other time setting, the risk of
someone stumbling across it by accident is minimal.

The question was how long had Peter set the time at - I had majorly screwed
up, messaging him at school and there is an option for unlimited which
would mean the picture was there forever.  I don't even think the poster
can remove a pic if you click on unlimited.

In a panic I texted Peter "how long did you post it for?"

"ARE YOU STUPID? DON'T FUCKING TEXT ME" came the reply.

I quickly put my phone in away, duly chastised.

That night I clicked on the link every hour to see if the time had expired.
And whenever I checked the picture was still up.  I was so stressed I
couldn't bring myself to jack off, though somewhere inside of me I found
the picture hot (it's just the fear emotion was stronger).

In the morning when it was still up I began to worry even more.

What were the chances of someone stumbling across it?  You could clearly
tell it was me, though Peter's cock wasn't in the picture so there was no
way to know (unless someone got hold of the video) that this was a 16 year
old boy's cum on my face.  Still, it was one thing for my friends and
family knowing I am gay and another to see me on my knees soaked in cum,
anyone's cum, so I definitely didn't want anyone I knew finding the pic.

I also couldn't text Peter and ask him about it.  He had made it clear I
was not to text him, even when he wasn't in school.  He could do far worse
to me and I wasn't enjoying this first experience with his temper.

I checked at noon and it was still up and again when I got home and it was
still there, so it had to have been set for more than one day.  The next
three options for posting were 3 days, 7 days and unlimited.

I was nervous wreck when Friday afternoon in came a text from Peter:
"pick-up a case of 24 Blue Dry on your way home".

Why did he want me to pick-up beer?  Was I forgiven?

Did he plan on coming over for sex?  Twenty-four beers are too many for one
person or two (he and I?), especially since he would have to go home
afterwards.  Plus I had decided during the hell I was going through over
this picture that he and I couldn't have sex anymore.  Video or not, he was
only 16 and this was wrong, no matter how much I physically wanted him, I
could go to jail.  And I couldn't deal with the temper of a 16yo old kid
who clearly was quick to dish out punishment.

Plus I had concluded the weekend before that Peter didn't spend weekends
around the neighbourhood, so was he expecting me to buy beer for him and
his friends?  That would open me even more to getting in trouble with the
law.

I couldn't text him back, so I stopped at the beer store on the way home
and bought a case of Blue Dry as instructed, though with the intention that
when Peter came to pick it up I would sit him down and reason with him.  I
would make it clear that I couldn't be buying him (and definitely not his
friends) beer and if he insisted on taking the case of beer with him when
he left I would get him to agree that this was a one-time thing.  I would
also make it clear that the blow job I gave him a week ago was also a
onetime thing as it was way too risky, not to mention wrong, for us to do
anything ever again.

I hadn't been home for two minutes when the doorbell rang.  As soon as I
started to open it, Peter pushed in saying "took you long enough to get
home".

"I had to stop to get the beer," I started to say apologetically, totally
forgetting my plan to take control of things and nip them in the bud.

"In your bedroom, now," Peter said as he began to climb the stairs before I
had even closed the door.

"Now Peter, I thought we should talk," I began.

"In your FUCKING bedroom, NOW," Peter shouted from up the stairs without
even looking back.

Dutifully I climbed the stairs behind him and down the hall.

Peter was standing in front of the window next to my bed.

"Lie on your bed," Peter said sternly.

"Um, Peter..." I started before being interrupted.

"ON THE FUCKING BED."

Shocked into submission I climbed on the bed, still dressed in my suit.

"On your back, lean your head back over the edge facing me," Peter said
firmly, though softer, the huskiness in his voice making it very clear what
was about to happen.

I have sucked a lot of cocks and I am pretty good at a pleasing a guy, and
I actually like having my face fucked (maybe even more than sucking cock),
but I don't find deep throating easy.  The idea of being face fucked in
this position where I had no control terrified me.  Under other
circumstances my doubts would have turned into words, but like a zombie I
lay down on my back, in my nice suit, across my bed and slid up so my head
was bent back over the edge.

Looking at Peter upside down I watched as he undid his pants.  He pushed
his pants down to his hips, and there he was in a pair of white Abercrombie
& Fitch briefs (did he wear those again for my benefit).  He pushed the
briefs down, freeing his cock which was now mostly hard.  From this angle
it looked even more menacing, thicker and longer than I remembered it to
be.

Moving forward he bent his knees slightly (only being 5'8" he was almost
level with my mouth without bending his knees) and I instinctively opened
my mouth to let him slide in.

Whatever thoughts I had until that moment and had during the week before
were now gone.  My only thought was this hard teen cock which was right in
front of my eyes and entering my mouth and was going to be shoved all the
way down my throat.

I was scared of what was about to happen.  Equally I was mesmerized by this
thick cock, big by adult standards.

I could feel Peter's fingers loosen my tie and unbutton the top button of
my shirt as he slowly pushed his cock into my mouth.

At first he just kept the head in my mouth as he removed my tie, and while
I was aware of my tie being removed I was so focussed on sucking the head
of this cock it was just a vague shadow in my mind, like something that was
happening in my peripheral vision.  All I could see and focus on was that
big cock in front of my eyes, the head of which tasted so good in my mouth.

As he started to lean forward I instinctively tilted my head back further
so he could go all the way into my throat.  I don't know how I knew to do
that,

As his cock passed over my gag muscles I was about to gag when his fingers
began to gently rub my neck and I no longer felt like gagging.  I don't
know how he knew to do that (not that I was thinking about where his
expertise came from at the time).

He pushed steadily while touching my throat and his cock slid centimeter by
centimeter down my throat and I didn't feel the need to gag once.  Before I
knew it, it was all the way in and his balls were right next to my nose.

The smell of him filled my nostrils.  In fact, I heard myself take a deep
intake of breath through my nose without even planning on it, like I was
taking a hit from some poppers.  And like poppers the smell of his balls
and the sweat from between his legs made my head swim and made me even
hornier.

Peter's hands began rubbing up and down on my neck.

His fingers moved like he was jacking the big cock that was all the way
down my throat.

How the fuck was he doing this to me, I was so fucking turned on even
though I could barely breathe and my throat was stretched beyond its
limits.

It was like my body was not just impaled on his cock but I was an extension
of his cock... it was like he was jacking not my neck or his cock but my
whole body.

I hadn't jacked off by myself since Tuesday, what with the stress of the
picture and of what was happening with Peter, so this was way too much for
me to handle.  I glazed over and actually felt like I was losing
consciousness as I could feel the inevitable orgasm begin to build.

I just lay there on my back, fully dressed from work, with my head hanging
over the edge of the bed, mouth open and Peter's cock deep down my gullet
and my entire body was shivering as he moved his hands up and down over my
neck, seeming to jack off his cock through my neck muscles.

His fingers then began to increase in pressure and speed.  Could he feel
his fingers on his cock through my neck?  I could feel nothing else but his
cock stretching my throat and his hands on my neck rubbing up and down.

With every intake of breath through my nose I could smell more of the
nuances of Peter's scent from his balls which were right next to my nose
and from between his legs.  The smell of not just sweat but of balls that
have been trapped in a pair of tight briefs while he sat in class all day
and probably even playing sports.

I don't know if this kid had done this before or he was an instinctual
sexual genius but I first lost track of time, then I lost control of my
body and then, just as I thought I was losing consciousness from the lack
of non-sweat filled air and his massive cock deep down my throat blocking
my swallowing and breathing, I was jolted back into sharp awareness as I
started to cum!

I guess because of the gasps and moans coming out from around his cock, the
growing wet spot in my trousers and my body tensing, including my hands
gripping the comforter and sheets, Peter must have known I was cumming
because he said "I thought you would like that" as I was cumming and slowly
pulled his cock out of my throat while I was still in the throes of orgasm.

When it was clear of my mouth I panted, almost desperately, "but you didn't
cum," willing him to push his big cock back into my throat.

"I am running late, still have to change out of my school clothes, shower
and dress" said Peter as he shoved his hard cock into his underwear and
pulled up his pants.  "Besides, I'm sure I'll get laid at the party."

I just lay there basking in my own orgasm longing for his cock to be back
in my throat.  I didn't even register his comment about getting laid.

Even though the whole thing only lasted what, a couple minutes? an hour? I
had no clue how long his cock had been down my throat, I just knew I was
completely spent.

As Peter stepped out of the way of the window I could see, albeit upside
down, his blinds were now up.  If I had any sense of self-preservation
anymore I should have been shocked: his parents might have gone into his
room looking for him and looked out the window and seen their son, his bare
ass with his pants and briefs pushed down across the way standing next to
the bed in my bedroom (maybe even seen me lying on the bed in front of him
clearly taking their underage son's cock).  Instead, all I could see was
the open blind and think 'thank god, I can watch Peter after he showers
every morning and in his underwear at night!'

As I was staring at his open blind, I guess knowing me through-and-through,
Peter leaned down and whispered into my ear "now, when you are staring at
me through that window day-and-night my cock won't seem so far away."

Lying on my back staring out that window into a room I have spent much time
staring into I knew not only I was a pathetic stalker but the boy I was
stalking knew me for what I was as well.  As if to make that point, he
laughed, and then as I still stared out that window I could hear him bound
down my stairs two at a time; and then shout up "by the way, thanks for the
beer dude" just as the door slammed.

Shit.  I not only hadn't put my foot down and set boundaries; I had lost
complete control of my life.

Here I was, my suit not only wrinkled but with a big cum stain on my dress
pants which was going to harden very stiff and noticeable given how wet it
was (how would I explain that stain to my drycleaners), lying on my bed
spent simply by a teen shoving his cock all the way down my throat and
rubbing my neck (he didn't even fuck my face or cum).

How had he jacked me off just from rubbing my neck?

What had just happened?

And what happened to my taking control of things?  Things were getting even
more out of hand.

But fuck was that amazing!  His big cock had been entirely down my throat
and I hadn't gagged.

His balls had been right above my nose and he smelled so amazing!!!

There is nothing like the smell of the balls of a 16 year old boy after his
day in high school.  This, in turn, made me think: I should ask Peter for a
pair of briefs he has worn at school all day to sniff as I jack off.
Pathetic no?

Then again he can't think me more pathetic than I must have looked lying
here like this with a massive cum spot across the front of my suit pants
having just shot a load just from the thrill of having his cock in my
throat, or how I must look staring at him day and night through the window.
Sniffing on a pair of his dirty briefs when he wasn't around suddenly
seemed to be a reasonable request by an adult 3x his age living next door.

Just as I committed to asking for a pair of his briefs I noticed through
the window Peter was now in his room.  He was stripping off his clothes,
evidently to take a shower.

I watched him strip, upside down as I was still on my back, and when he
came back from the shower naked drying his hair, I already had my cock out
of my wet cum-soaked suit pants and was stroking it.  As he dried his cock
and balls one last time (not even glancing in my direction, though he must
have known I was watching) I came a second time, this time all over my suit
jacket and shirt, doing exactly what Peter had said I would do from now on,
looking at that cock across the distance between our two houses and using
my muscle memory in my neck to picture it close up, wishing it was still
deep down my throat rock hard.

Shit, I knew right then, I was going to be buying this boy and his friends
beer every weekend.  And doing whatever else he told me to, and not because
he had a video to blackmail me, but because he had made me his.

My last thought as I dozed off still dressed in my suit, which was now
covered in cum, as I lay on my back on my bed: At some point I am so going
to jail.

END OF CHAPTER TWO.


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