Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2016 22:30:27 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 27

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When Ian climbed off me my first thought was even more sadness than when
his cock left my ass.  I liked this young 13 year old boy lying on my back,
almost as much as I liked him inside me fucking me.  I loved this kid
cumming inside me and it felt like he had deposited buckets of boy cum in
my ass.  I also would have loved for him to keep fucking me for hours.
Guess I had gotten over my revulsion over the fact he was only 13.

My second thought was how we reeked.  I had been so full of self-pity over
the previous two weeks I had showered only sporadically (and had not washed
my sheets).  And Ian had sweat a lot from the exertion of plowing my ass
with a big on his little boy's frame.

"Did you want to shower," I suggested.

"It wasn't in Peter's instructions," Ian said.

"I can't imagine he would want you to go home smelling of sex," I said,
mindful I was talking to a 13 year old and the possibility his parents
would smell him when he got home.

Ian thought for a second and said "I don't think I should take the time to
shower, but I am sure Peter would be fine with you licking my cock clean."

I had been worried of the example Peter was setting for Ian and it seemed
with good reason.  The boy seemed to think licking a cock that had been in
an ass, in one's own ass, in my ass, was normal sexual practice for gays
and something I liked to do.

"You know that is disgusting," I ventured, hoping to correct his
misconceptions about gay sex and about me.

"I wouldn't do it," Ian shot back with a grin.  "But I am pretty sure you
would like to, wouldn't you daddy."

While I had gotten into being called daddy a little in the heat of sex, I
once again bristled when this 13 year old referred to me this way.  Then
again at least he hadn't called me 'fag' which is how Peter had
characterized my willingness to lick his cock after he had fucked me.

Was this something I wanted to do?  My immediate reaction was to say "of
course not" but those words didn't come out of my mouth.

I couldn't help myself and I looked down at Ian's cock which was shiny with
cum and my ass juices.

"Go ahead daddy, lick it," Ian said, still grinning from ear to ear.  "You
know you want to."

I couldn't help myself.  I leaned over and took his now softening cock into
my mouth.

"That's it daddy, get my cock nice and clean with your mouth," encouraged
Ian.

I found myself once again getting into the use of the word 'daddy' and in
spite of the bitterness licking cleaning his young cock with my mouth, I
was getting into that as well.

I hadn't cum while he fucked me (he wasn't big enough to hit my prostate at
only about 5") but I had gone soft once the sex was over.  Now sucking on
his dirty cum/ass soaked cock and being called 'daddy' I found myself
getting hard.  The harder I got, the more I sucked and licked his cock.
The more I sucked and licked his cock, the more he started to respond and
get hard himself.

Soon Ian was as rock hard as I was.

"You better stop daddy," said Ian, nervously.

I didn't want to stop.  I wanted to suck Ian off.

"Stop daddy," Ian said forcefully, with what sounded like fear in his
voice, which suddenly made me stop.

"I am going into the bathroom, wait two minutes and then follow," Ian said.

I wasn't quite sure what was happening.

I dutifully waited.  While I waited my hard cock went down.  After the
clock clicked past two minutes I got out of bed and headed for the washroom
off my bedroom.

When I got to the bathroom Ian was standing there naked with a hard-on.
Seeing the young boy naked and hard made my cock engorge instantly and I
was hard again too.

I was developing feeling (at the very least a sexual attraction) for this
young boy.

"If you can see into Peter's room he can see into yours," Ian said.

I had gotten so caught up in sex with Ian I had forgotten Peter might be
watching.  How ironic was that.  I was only having sex with this 13 year
old because my heart ached for Peter, I had even wondered (hoped?) if Peter
might be watching before we began.  Then, when it came down to it, I got so
caught up in having sex with this underage boy I had completely forgotten
about Peter.  My trying to suck Ian off just now probably risked losing
Peter.  Thank god Ian had the good sense to stop things.

As I was thinking about the consequences of what I had been about to do,
suck Ian off without Peter's permission, Ian leaned in and kissed me on the
lips.  I didn't pull away and instead opened my mouth and let his tongue
enter my mouth and let him kiss me passionately.

What was I doing?  I was betraying Peter wasn't I?  Sure Peter didn't kiss
me (he never would) but kissing is an intimate act and here I was doing it
with his friend, not just his friend but a 13 year old boy, hiding in my
bathroom where he couldn't see.

As Ian kissed me his hand wrapped around my hard cock.  I responded in kind
and we kissed with one hand gripping the other's cocks.

Breaking our kiss Ian asked "can Peter see all of your bedroom?  Can he see
the door to the bathroom?"

"I don't know," I said.  "I can't see his bathroom or the door to it.  I
can only see the part of his bedroom where his bed is."

Even though this was an acknowledgement that I did spend time peering into
Peter's window stalking him, I couldn't not answer this boy's questions.  I
also couldn't stop where this might be going.  I wanted to suck this boy's
cock and doing it in secret and not in my bed would work.

"What if he can see the bathroom door though," I asked.  "He would know I
came into the bathroom when you were still in here."

I clearly wanted to do this as I was only thinking about getting caught.
And part of me was more concerned about Ian getting in trouble than myself,
even though I had spent two weeks heartbroken thinking (among other things)
Peter had left me for sucking Ian's before without his permission.

"I will say I was taking a shower and there were no clean towels so you
came to get them for me," said Ian.  Breaking into a big grin he added
"Peter wouldn't want me going home to my 'rents smelling of sex, would he?"

I loved how these teens called their parents 'rents.  It was sexy because
it was so youthful and had the added benefit of not making me think of them
actually having parents that would get me arrested or maybe kill me if they
suspected what I was doing with their kids.

"Sounds like a plan," I said, now thoroughly excited, not just from Ian's
small hand on my rock hard cock but at the prospect that I would get to
suck his cock and from the danger of doing this behind Peter's back.

Before I could drop to my knees, Ian leant in and kissed me again.  Again I
opened my mouth and we French kissed for a while longer.  I suspected he
had never kissed anyone before as his kissing was tentative and not
forceful, but he was a natural.

The fact it was my mouth that opened to let in his tongue probably meant
something though I was too caught up in being kissed by this boy to give it
any thought.

Eventually Ian broke off the kiss.  We had gone from just holding each
other's cocks to stroking them and the kissing had gotten so intense both
of us could feel the excitement build, moving me and likely him dangerously
close to an orgasm.

"I am going do suck your cock daddy," said Ian.  He didn't ask, he simply
said.

He didn't need to call me daddy because this was no longer Peter's game
(not that Peter could have heard what we said to each other earlier in the
bedroom, though he might have been able to tell from our lips).

I didn't want this 13 year to take my adult cock into his mouth, let alone
cum in his underage mouth.  I also desperately wanted to finish what I had
started and suck him off.

The fact that I thought it was wrong to let him suck me off was
interesting.  He had just fucked me and I clearly didn't think it was to
suck him, a 13 year old, off.  Somehow I felt him servicing me with his
young mouth would mean I was pedophile.

I started to shake my head no when Ian leaned in and whispered in my ear
with conviction "this is the fourth of my virginities and I have given you
the other three.  So now I am going to get on my knees daddy and take your
cock in my mouth.  I am going to suck daddy's cock until you cum in my
mouth and then I am going to swallow daddy's cum."

His hot breath on my ear and his talking about sex and his virginity(s)
while referring to me as 'daddy' was driving me wild.

"This is my final gay virginity and as I am unlikely to ever have sex with
a girl that means it is my last.  I am giving it freely to you daddy.  And
Peter will never know."

His hand stroking my cock, his hot breath on my ear and the words were too
much and any objection melted away.  I wanted this to happen as much, if
not more, than he did.

I just stood there as he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his
mouth.

Ian had been able (eventually) to get all of Peter's big cock, soft, into
his mouth two weeks ago, and my hard cock which was about the same size.
So it shouldn't have surprised me has able to take it with only a little
struggle.  But it did.  Seeing his young mouth around my cock reminded me
of his young age and that I hadn't want to do this.  Though his hot breath
and wet mouth made me want it so badly.

Ian struggled at first, trying to find a rhythm and to get it to go in and
out of his mouth and throat without gagging.  Eventually he was sucking me
and deep throating me as though he had been doing this all his life.

He was good, though it was weird looking down and seeing a young boy on his
knees.

Having just been fucked by him had me already sexually heated, as did the
words he had spoken to me about his virginities and calling me daddy and
saying this was done freely.  Then us doing this behind Peter's back in my
bathroom, this young boy on his knees, had me over heated.  It didn't take
me long and I was ready to cum.

Normally I don't tell guys I am going to cum.  But I figured I should warn
him as this was his first time.  He said he wanted to swallow, but he could
have had second thoughts and I didn't want to take him by surprise.

"I am going to cum," I cautioned.  This caused Ian to pick up his speed and
suck harder.

"I am cumming," I cried out.  Ian want from rapidly deep throating to only
working the upper one-third, using his hand on the shaft, so that every
drop of my cum went into his mouth.

He greedily gulped it down.  I wondered if he was doing this just to be a
trooper until, when the last of my cum had been swallowed, he took his
mouth off my cock and looked up at me with that infectious cute smile and
said "that was everything I hoped.  Your cum tastes better than my own
daddy."

I was a bit taken a back.  I know some gay boys taste their own cum but I
had never.  The idea had never occurred to me when I was a kid and when I
got older and learned people did it I had no desire to try my own, though I
loved other guys (including young Ian's).

"I have never tasted my own cum," I said to him, who was still kneeling on
by bathroom floor, looking up at me with a child's eyes and a big grin.  He
was so angelic I had to pay him a compliment so I said "but your taste
amazing, I will swallow your cum anytime."

As the words left my mouth I realized I had just committed to cheating on
Peter regularly if this boy wanted.

Getting to his feet Ian said "can you keep calling me 'son' and I call you
'daddy' when we have sex."

Fuck this was twisted.  I had not only opened the door to cheating, I was
being asked to do a dangerous role playing game of father-son with a 13
year old boy.  And I was going to do it behind the back of the volatile 16
year old boy I served who had a video of us naked with me on top sinking my
cock into his young ass (something Ian didn't know existed and if we got
caught it would ruin both our lives).

In spite of all the alarm bells going off in my head I simply nodded and
said "ok son."

"OK daddy, I should actually take a quick shower as I stayed longer than I
should have and do need to go home to supper," Ian said.  "And on the off
chance Peter can see all the way into your bedroom you need to get out of
here."

Fuck, even this 13 year old was cleverer than me when it came to secret
sex.  I should be taking every precaution to keep this from Peter, for not
just my own sake (I would be heartbroken if Peter stopped things with me)
but for Ian's.  I was supposed to be the adult.

I guess I had surrendered to my little head because my big head should have
seen everything Ian noted as obvious.

As I started to exit the bathroom, Ian said "oh yea and daddy," which
caused me to turn, "next time I want you to fuck me for real.  You might
have taken my cherry but you didn't actually fuck me."

Where I had resisted letting him suck my cock, now I simply nodded and
turned.

I should have refused right then and there (and I should have told Ian we
can't do anything behind Peter's back and warned him that Peter has a video
of the two of us from two weeks ago).

Instead, I went back to the bedroom and lay on the bed while Ian showered
and began to finger my cock.  Even though I had just been sucked off, the
more I thought about carrying on an 'affair' with this 13 year old boy the
more turned on I became.

Did I actually want to fuck this kid for real?  Was I a pedophile now?

I was suddenly aware that Peter might be watching.  Then the thought
occurred to me that if Peter was watching seeing me alone jacking off in my
bed it might convince him nothing had happened with Ian, if had seen me go
into the bathroom after Ian.

So I lay on my bed jacking my cock, fantasizing about what it would be like
to fuck the 13 year old boy, who was right now naked in my shower, in the
ass.  I had been inside him and he had been so tight.  And that ass was so
round and inviting.

Just as I began to shoot all over myself Ian emerged from the bathroom.  He
broke into a smile.  He had caught me jacking off and he must have guessed
I had been thinking of him, and maybe even suspected that what I had been
thinking of was fucking his ass, since it was the last thing he had said.

Ian put on his clothes trying to stay as close to the bathroom door and
away from the window as he could.  He didn't put on his underwear which he
had left on my bed (I don't know he left them because to fetch them would
be to walk in front of the window or he left them for my benefit).

Later that night I jacked off again, thinking about fucking this young boy,
while sniffing his brief, remembering him fucking me and his mouth on my
cock.

END OF CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.

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