Date: Tue, 7 Apr 2015 02:44:11 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the Boy Next Door 4

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For the rest of that day at work I alternated between thinking about the
savage face fucking I had that morning (which resulted in my going to the
washroom and jacking off a number of times) and worrying about Peter's
intention of using my bedroom on Friday night.  It was possible things
wouldn't work out with this girl he liked, which is who I assumed he
planned on bringing into my home.

That evening Peter was in his room after dinner and I watched him strip
down to his red briefs, which I knew to be 2xist 'no-show's as I had
glimpsed them that morning before he rammed his cock into my mouth.  Just
the thought of him doing that and the sight of him in his briefs made me
take out my cock and jack off.

Peter never looked out the window, though I ended up jacking off three
times that night watching him in his room, variously typing on his laptop,
texting on his phone (sadly not with me, probably with that girl), watching
stuff on his ipad and even reading a book.  Most of the time he was laying
ontop of the covers in just his briefs, though occasionally he would be
walking around.

The boy was gorgeous and I had it bad for him.

Peter was just starting to get muscle definition and the low-rise briefs
nicely framed his ample package while accentuating his legs and tapered and
his slightly toned waist.

At 10pm Peter got under the covers and turned off the light.  I had gotten
in bed to jack off the first time I saw him in the room in his briefs and
had stayed in bed all evening long watching him so I just turned on my
alarm and rolled over when he decided it was 'light's out'.

Having not changed the time my alarm went off at 6:50am and, of course, the
first thing I did was glance out the window.  My timing was perfect as
Peter was just returning from his shower so I got to watch him walk around
his room naked as he dried his hair, his ample cock swaying in front of
him.

Lying in bed watching him I shot my first load of the day just as he gave
his cock and balls one last dry with the towel and pulled on a fresh pair
of underwear, this time a pair of boxers with SpongeBob Square Pants on
them.  As his cock disappeared behind the cotton barrier the last rope of
cum shot out of my cock and onto my stomach.

Having gotten eight hours of sleep that night, I was more productive at
work.

And as the week went on I found myself in a routine.  I would get in bed
after supper and wait for Peter to come up to his room.  When he did and
striped to his underwear I would shoot my first load of the evening.  By
the time he turned off the lights at 10 or later I would have cum two or
three times, just watching him and remembering the two times he had used me
for sex.  And in the morning I would awake to my alarm at 6:55 and would,
shortly after that, shoot my first load of the day as I watched a naked
Peter walk around his room, timing my cumming so I fully unloaded just as
Peter's cock disappeared into his underwear.

Not once did Peter look across my way.

If he had, he would have seen me naked in bed, covers thrown back, stroking
my hard cock almost continuously.

Even after I came I would lie there watching him absently touching my cock,
the cum drying on my stomach and chest and, before long, my cock would be
hard again.

After I came I considered getting up and cleaning myself but I didn't want
to miss a second of Peter being in his room.  So instead I began to bring
my underwear to bed with me so I would have something to sop up my cum.
[That reminded me of my wanting to ask Peter for a pair of his dirty
briefs, and while I am sure he wouldn't mind (might even find it
flattering) I had no idea how to raise the subject or if I would have a
chance.]

All this jacking off, combined with a fixed sleep cycle of going to sleep
at 10p, and up at 6:55am, had a positive impact on my work.  Normally I am
a night owl and, being a writer, I would procrastinate which at work would
mean getting distracted by news stories and social media and at home by
porn.  I justified this sloppy work ethic because writing is creative so I
can't fit into a 9-5 schedule.  That turned out to be crap as now with a
routine I found myself much more productive when at the office.  I was
still totally unproductive at home, as I now had my personal live porn
[streaming through my bedroom window] of a teenage boy in briefs and naked,
but overall my productivity was up - so much so that my editor commented on
it at our weekly editorial meeting Friday morning.

I had largely forgotten about Peter raising the possibility of using my
bedroom to have sex with a girl by Friday afternoon when I got a text from
him "confirmed - need bedroom by 7pm".

Now I faced a real quandary.  I couldn't have two underage high school
students having sex in my house.  OK, well technically I could as it was
legal for them to have sex.  Ironically while they were under 16 they were
close in age (within 5 years) so in Canada its legal - whereas what I had
done with Peter now three times could send me to prison for 10 years.  But
irrespective of the law, I didn't WANT them having sex.  The idea of Peter
having sex with a girl upset me and the idea they would do it in my bed
made me sick to my stomach.

I worked myself into such a lather I sent Peter a text "NO".

Back came a link to picpaste so quickly it was like he had expected my
response.

This time it was not just of me covered in cum but Peter's cock was in the
picture.  While you couldn't prove it was him I knew it was an underage boy
and I suspected others might guess.

I texted back "OK".

As soon as I got home from work I change the sheets on my bed.

I don't know what I was thinking but I felt that I needed to give them a
clean place to have sex.

I even put out condoms.

At 7pm almost to the second the doorbell rang and when I opened it Peter
walked in, a girl in tow.  Without letting go of her hand he said "Bruce,
Stephanie" and led her up the stairs before either of us could respond.

I stood in the foyer for a few minutes unsure what to do.  When it was
clear they were in the bedroom and had no intention of coming out I snuck
upstairs.

I pressed my ear to the door.  Turns out I didn't need to as they were
anything but quiet.

I could hear her moaning and crying out.

I had no idea what position they were having sex in but they were clearly
fucking.

The more she moaned the more I felt jealous and the harder my cock raged in
my pants.

Whatever objections I had to Peter having sex with a girl and doing it in
my home, in my bed, had evaporated.  I had my cock out and was stroking
standing just outside my own bedroom listening to him fuck a girl.

As she cried out she was cumming I shot on my bedroom door and all over my
pants and underwear which were crumpled around my ankles.

I hadn't stopped cumming when Peter, completely naked, yanked open the
bedroom door and caught me eavesdropping.

"Figured I would find you here," said Peter, grinning from ear to ear.
"Thought you didn't want us to have sex in your house."

I couldn't respond.  I had my hand on my cock, cum all over my dropped
pants and clearly had been spying.  I just turned an even brighter shade of
red.

Peter gently pressed on my shoulders and I dropped to my knees and took his
cock in my mouth and sucked on it, taking in the flavour of his cum and
this teenage girl's pussy.

END OF CHAPTER FOUR.


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