Date: Sat, 5 Mar 2016 20:38:42 +0000 From: Bruce Demosthenes Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 43 Try to give $1 per rope of cum you shoot reading my stories (any more ask them to send the balance to me). This is where you contribute: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html On Sunday I woke up mid-day but with no hangover. There might be something to drugs over alcohol. I could also remember all the details of the night before. I wasn't happy that I had been made to fuck Peter's dad or that I had let him fuck me, though I liked being essentially tag teamed between his old man and him. My ass was sore from the fucking they had both given me but mostly due to his father's bigger cock which I had taken up the ass in the shower with only soap for lube. After showering and dressing I was in the process of making lunch when Peter let himself into my house. "What do you remember about last night," Peter asked. "All of it," I said. "Did you dose my father or did you just get high yourself," Peter asked. Turning red I admitted "yes, I dosed him". "It doesn't show on the recording," Peter said, which surprisingly made me feel relief. "You gave me what I wanted so I am going to delete the recording of you and Ian," said Peter. Really?? As if to prove his point he handed me a USB key saying "this is the original, not in black and white, because you will probably want to jack off to it". I don't know what the reaction was on my face but he grinned so it must have been obvious I intended to do just that. Part of me wondered if I could ever know for sure he had deleted this recording of me with a very underage boy but I was willing to accept his word if only because it made me feel better thinking I was not at the risk of going to prison and being constantly raped or shived whenever Peter got mad. "So what do you want to do this afternoon," Peter asked. What??? "Did you want to hang," Peter asked, as though nothing had happened and we were just friends. He had made me have sex with his father under threat of blackmail and I had let the man fuck me twice and fucked him on the whim of this boy in my kitchen. Now he was acting as though nothing had happened and that we were somehow friends who 'hang' in our free time. It took me a minute to register that in Peter's world the whole incident with his father was over. I had desperately wanted it to be over and now that it was I was the one having a hard time putting it behind me, but I needed to, so I forced myself to play along. "Sure, what did you want to do," I asked. I couldn't imagine doing anything with Peter after what he had just put me through. But I would suck it up. "We could go to the mall," said Peter. What, we a middle age man and a teenage boy were going to 'hang at the mall'. What exactly did hanging entail? I would see teenagers at the mall and I wondered what they were up to. I couldn't imagine doing whatever they did or doing it with Peter. "Want to go bowling," I asked. It was the best I could come up with given all the mixed emotions and thoughts about his father and the recordings fresh in my head. "Why not," said Peter, who seemed pleased with the idea. "But we need more people. Want to invite Ian?" What was happening here??? "Really," I asked. "Sure, why not, his brother is in my class. That will give us two teams, us against you bitches," Peter said. There, that was more like Peter. And it also made it less weird in a way, it me taking my neighbour's kid Peter and his classmate bowling with his friend's younger brother tagging along. Would his brother buy that or would it all be too weird. I had just gotten the recording of me and Ian back and now I was going to meet his older brother who was a classmate of Peter's. OK, it wouldn't be totally explainable or normal if Ian's brother questioned us or we ran into someone else who knew there kids. And I was not keen on meeting Ian's brother or being near Ian with Peter around, but it would in my bizarre world pass as a normal outing (with just the usual level of stress that everything could go horribly wrong on the turn of a dime). "OK," I said. Peter got on his phone and a few minutes later we were driving to Ian's house to pick up him and his brother. If Ian's brother, Wally it turned out was his name, thought it was strange Peter's middle age neighbour was driving them to the bowling alley and that his younger brother was coming along he didn't show it. Ian was a little too excited that I was constantly worried he would either get Peter pissed, given the boy and I had been having sex behind his back, or get his brother interested in why he was so excited and why it seemed like he was willing to chat so animatedly with me. My worry lessened once we had rented the shoes and an alley, Peter and Wally got so into bowling and trying to beat us that everything else was forgotten. After paying for the game and shoes and some food, Peter told me to get some beer for them. When I dutifully went and got a pitcher of beer, Wally raised an eyebrow, wondering why I would do his bidding and get underage boys beer, but he didn't say anything and helped himself to the pitcher after Peter poured himself a glass. As it was mid-afternoon on a Sunday there were few people in the bowling alley and the few people there, including the kid behind the counter, didn't seem to notice or care that Peter and Wally had helped themselves to some of the beer an adult had purchased. No one at the bowling alley seemed intent on enforcing the law, I supposed they were leaving it to me to police my 'kids' (though they couldn't have been my kids as Peter was blond and the same age as dark haired Wally, I had medium brown hair and Ian's hair was even darker than Wally's. Thankfully Ian didn't pour himself any beer because I wouldn't have said no. Soon all the events with Peter's dad were behind me and I was simply enjoying the company of these young men (it was easier to think of them as young men than boys). In spite of Ian's smaller hands and the fact I was not a serious bowler (I had only don't it with friends a half dozen times) we held our own against Peter and Wally who were clearly athletic and likely excelled at everything sport they tried. Plus they were definitely competitive. After eight frames Peter and Wally had maintained a lead, though Ian and I weren't that far behind. Peter took me aside and said "I told Wally that the game was for a hand job, winner gets one from the loser in the washroom here at the bowling alley." I blanched in fear and began to panic. Was he serious? I looked to Ian. What was he proposing? Were Ian and I supposed to give the two of them hand jobs in a public washroom if we lost (I was pretty sure we were going to lose but if we hadn't, was he proposing wally and he jack off Ian and I, I couldn't imagine that ever happening or being something Wally would agree to)? Just proposing this, had he tipped my hand and Wally now knew about me and his younger brother? I turned beat red. I looked frantically at Wally but he wasn't looking over at us and didn't seem upset by this, assuming Peter had actually proposed it, which I found it hard to believe he had. "Don't worry, I didn't tell Wally you are a child molester," said Peter, both reading my mind and driving home the point he had intentionally brought me together with Ian's older brother to make me face the fact I had sex with a young barely teen boy, to make me squirm and probably to humiliate me. "Wally and his brother have jacked off together so he was cool with the bet," said Peter. I glanced over at the two boys who seemed ignorant of the conversation Peter and I were having (. So was the bet Ian would have to jack off his brother? That was way less dangerous that proposing I touch this teenager, who I had just met, in a public washroom given what his younger brother and I had been up to. Was Ian on board with this, was Wally? I had my doubts. As if reading my mind and thus to clear up doubts, Peter said "Ian will give Wally a hand job in the washroom if you guys lose." "Why are you telling me," I asked. It seemed I was off the hook for this bet. "Because you have to tell Ian what we have been playing for," Peter said with a smirk. "And you will have to suck me off for my prize." "In the restroom," I whispered, looking around. There weren't a lot of people but there was one family and group of university students in two of the other lanes. "Of course," said Peter with a big shit-eating grin. Then the thought occurred to me that if this had been a bet he and Wally had agreed to from the start, what would have happened if we won. "And if we win," I asked, just out of curiousity, not hoping for some sort of prize. "Was never going to happen," said Peter with that arrogance that he always exudes. "OK," I said, not that my permission was needed. Taking Ian aside I explained the bet that Peter had come up with. "Wally agreed to this," asked Ian incredulously. "Peter said you and your brother jacked off together," I said. "One time," said Ian. "And he wouldn't let me touch his cock and he sure as hell would have never agreed to touching mine." "Supposedly he agreed," I said. Returning to the game, I noted that Ian suddenly was taking the remaining two frames seriously. He actually wanted to win. Wally was also taking it seriously. Peter, on the other hand, seemed to intentionally gutter the ball a few times, making the scores begin to line up, probably just to fuck with the three of us. In the end Peter and Wally still won easily and while little Ian seemed disappointed, I guessed from his earlier comment he wouldn't mind paying this bet. After we turned in our shoes, Peter told Wally and Ian to wait a minutes and follow us into the minutes washroom. I simply followed Peter as he headed into the men's and into a stall where Peter undid his pants and pulled out his big cock. I got on my knees with the stall door open and began to suck his cock which hardened in my mouth in seconds. When I heard the first of the two doors to the bathroom open I began to scramble to my feet but Peter just pushed down on my shoulders and kept me kneeling. He made no move to even close the stall door. I was shitting myself. What if it was one of the college kids or a member of that family? Luckily it was Ian and Wally, though even with them I didn't relish them seeing me on my knees in front of Peter like this (I knew Ian liked me so he might resent me sucking on Peter and how would Wally take the sight of me an adult sucking on his classmate's cock). I couldn't see their faces as I had Peter's cock stuffed down my throat but I figured Wally's must have been a look of shock. Peter had said the bet was for a hand job and here I was sucking on his classmate's cock. If they were rattled they didn't let on in a way I picked up on. Ian and Wally just went to the urinals across from the stall where I was sucking Peter with the door wide open. I could make out their outlines out of the corner of my eye as I worked Peter's big cock and they seemed to have each turned sideways at the urinal to face each other and to better see us behind them. When the outer door to the washroom Peter let go of my shoulders and I scrambled to my feet closing the stall door in the process. As I did, I saw Ian let go of Wally's hard cock and the two of them, both with hard cocks out, turn to face their respective urinals. Peter, with no panic and clearly unperturbed that someone else was coming into the washroom, simply sat on the toilet and lifted his legs off the floor. I stood in front of him facing the toilet. Whoever came in went into a stall next to us. I stood there immobile, Peter sitting on the toilet essentially cross-legged, his big cock sticking up from his open shorts. When the person who used the stall next to us finished, flushed, went to the sink and washed their hands and dried them, I just stood there frozen and scared. I wondered how Ian and Wally were doing. Surely they weren't still standing at urinals. Were they as scared as I was? Looking down at Peter he was totally relaxed. The smile on his face suggested he was actually enjoying this, as did the huge hard-on sticking up out of his shorts. When both of the outer doors had opened and closed, there was a gently tap at our stall door and Wally said "coast is clear." Peter stood and as I dropped back to my knees in front of him, Peter opened the stall door. There standing at the door were both Ian and Wally with their hard cocks pulled out of their pants. They weren't even pretending to be at the urinals any more. Peter put his hand on the back of my head and began to fuck my mouth as Ian stroked his older brother's cock and his own, the two of them watching me get my face fucked. We were interrupted two more times that afternoon with someone coming into the washroom. Each time Peter would close the stall door, sit cross-legged on the toilet and I would stand in front of him, so if anyone glanced under the divider they would see one pair of legs. I actually went from my initial fear and panic to finding the whole thing exhilarating. Ian and Wally were getting the hang of it too. As they were now living more dangerously by standing next to our open stall door when the four of us were alone, when the outer door opened one would dash to a urinal and the other would put their cock away and go to the sink (I could hear the water running as one of them was washing their hands). The other interesting development as we became pros at this was Wally began to reciprocate, so as the two boys stood at our open stall door watching Peter fuck my mouth, the brothers stroked each other's cock. Eventually, after these three interruptions, we had enough of a stretch that Peter was able to fuck my mouth long enough to make himself cum. As soon as Peter let go of my head, I turned and took Wally's cock in my mouth. I knew it was dangerous as it was not solicited and his younger brother was right next to him but I couldn't resist. His cock looked so inviting, with Ian's little hand stroking it, it was like a larger versions of his brother's. No sooner did I get my mouth around it and he began to cum. The excitement of cumming made Wally yank on his younger brother's cock harder and, fortunately for me, Ian began to shoot onto the washroom floor next to where I knelt in front of his brother sucking him off and drinking down his brother's sweet cum. I say fortunately because I was so boned at the risk and at having taken Peter's load and now a load from this new boy I probably would have turned to Ian next, even though that would have exposed Ian and me. I cleaned Ian's cum off the bathroom floor, the three boys did up their pants and exited one after another, with Peter going first followed by Wally. Ian lingered just long enough to approach me and kiss me and give my hard cock a squeeze through my pants. As he turned to leave, I went into the stall where Peter and I had been, dropped my pants and jacked off my cock. I shot a tremendous load as I sat on the toilet. After washing all the cum off my hand (and some of my shirt where it turns out Ian had hit me while I had been sucking on his brother when he came) I headed outside. The boys were just hanging around talking about the game, as though nothing had happened. As I drove Ian and Wally home they continued to talk as if we had just had a normal afternoon bowling on a Sunday. After I dropped Ian and Wally off, Peter said "you know, Wally and I never made a bet." "What," I exclaimed. "I figured when they walked into the bathroom and saw you on your knees sucking my cock Wally wouldn't freak out. And once they got their cocks out it would all work out," he said, nonchalantly. "What if Wally had freaked out," I asked incredulously. "And what about me and Ian, Wally probably now will wonder." "That is why I had you plant the idea of a bet in Ian's head, figuring he would want to jack off his brother and if he was busy doing that it would stop him from trying to join in with us," said Peter. Did this boy really have such good antennae and so advanced manipulative skills that he was in control or was this all just dumb luck and he liked to live dangerously not caring the repercussions if it all went so wrong. "You are the one who almost screwed everything up by sucking off Wally," said Pater. "I was worried you were going to try Ian next, then you so would have been royally screwed. The probably with a fag like you is when a cock is out near you, you can't resist." I blushed. He wasn't wrong. I couldn't help myself when I took Wally's cock into my mouth and I would have probably done the same to Ian if he hadn't cum when he did. As I turned off the car, Peter jumped out saying "thanks for the game and the head." I hoped like hell no one heard the second part of that sentence. END OF CHAPTER FORTY-THREE