Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2015 21:52:39 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 6

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I didn't see Peter across the way or on the street for a couple days.

I don't know if I didn't wake up early enough and if he had stuff to do in
the evening but every time I looked over into his room it was empty.

Peter never made his bed so I have no idea if he had just gotten up or not
gone to bed.  Just that he wasn't in it.

I made a copy of my house key the very next day, but he didn't message or
drop by so I just carried it around with me.

Finally Peter messaged me and said he would drop by after school.

I waited patiently in my living room that afternoon in a pair of sweats
(knowing I would get hard as he fucked my mouth and not wanting to have to
adjust myself in front of Peter or suffer it being trapped in an awkward
position) and a t-shirts, no socks or underwear, door unlocked.

It was almost 6pm when Peter dropped by, letting himself in without
knocking as usual.

"Sorry I am late, got hung up at school," Peter said as he opened his
knapsack and pulled out a paper bag and dropped it on the table in front of
me.

I had already put a $10 bill on the table, along with the key to my house,
both of which Peter pocketed.

I didn't say anything as he took my money and the key, I just dropped to my
knees ready for my face fucking.

Peter opened the brown paper bag and pulled out a clear plastic bag in
which was a white pair of briefs, just not the CK ones I had bought.  It
was a pair of white Fruit of the Looms, with a blue and gold stripe along
the waistband.

I looked up at him with a quizzical expression on my face.  Peter always
wore designer underwear and these were department store basic, albeit
classic and damn sexy, briefs.

Knowing what I was thinking Peter said "these are my brother Paul's.  Since
you are a fag and I know you like gross things I figured I would do you a
solid and wear a pair of his instead of the sanitized store ones you
bought."

"They were his... dirty?... briefs?" I stuttered.

"Ha, I knew you would like that faggot!"

Peter then opened the Ziploc bag and put them under my nose "I didn't just
wear my brother's dirty briefs; I wore them for three days straight."

The second he opened the bag the smell of sweat and dry cum filled my
nostrils like an aphrodisiac, my eyes closed and I inhaled deeper as my
head began to swim.  There was definitely multiple days of sweat in that
bag.

"God I never realized how queer you are," Peter said with a sneer.  "Guess
you would be willing to pay more than ten bucks" he added as he reached out
his foot and brushed my now rock hard cock which was jutting out my sweats
to confirm I was boned just by his brother's dirty briefs that he had worn
for three days.

"I've worn them for three days and I have cum in them three times," Peter
said looking down at me all serious, "and they have my brother's smell too.
I think $30 is fair."

"But I didn't get to see you jack off in them," I said, also disappointed I
hadn't even seen him wearing them, though my voice betrayed my excitement
at having a fresh pair of his briefs with lots of sweat, three loads of his
cum on them and his oldest brother's odors as well.

Peter didn't say anything; he just put his hand out.

Getting to my feet I ran up the stairs to my bedroom, got $20 from my
wallet and leapt down the stairs two at a time.

Peter shoved the twenty in his pocket and said "I don't have time now but I
will let you blow me tomorrow morning before school, and I will only charge
you $25 for that."

Even as the door was closing behind Peter, who didn't wait for me to agree
to his terms, I was headed upstairs and was fishing his briefs out of the
bag.

The plastic bag made the odors even more intense I suspect than while he
had been wearing them for three days at school.  But they must have been
ripe then.  Wouldn't a student have noticed sitting near him?  Or his
parents at dinner?

Examining them I could see the off-white cum stains on both the front and
back.  He had definitely jacked off more than once.  There was a massive
cum stain inside the front pouch which I guessed, even though I knew from
experience he shot a massive load, was probably the first two times he came
while he had them on.

That would have allowed him to still wear them to school as the cum stain
was barely noticeable on the outside of the pouch.  I say barely because it
was a little noticeable him having soaked them so thoroughly.

Wouldn't Peter have worried about someone seeing the cum stain in gym?
Nah, as I thought about it, I realized he was too cool to care and if
someone mentioned it he would shoot them down by calling them a fag (maybe
even offering them a fresh load in their mouth when he cornered them after
school to make sure they didn't tease him in the locker-room every again).

I examined the briefs like a forensic investigator and thought about Peter
at school with them on and him jacking off and what his brother must have
looked like wearing them (and Paul's cock compared to Peter's) and what
Peter felt like when he put them on and his cock nestled in the pouch of
the briefs where his older brother's cock had once been.  I wondered how
long ago Paul has worn them as he was away at school.  And I kept
alternating between sniffing them and examining every fibre.

Where he sweated around the balls and between his legs was the most
pungent.  I buried my nose there and inhaled for several minutes, making my
head swim even more than it had when he had first open the plastic bag and
placed it under my nose.

Going back to examining them, high from the hit of his sweat, I could make
out piss stains in several locations in the front from where he had not
bothered to shake the last few drops from his cock (probably at school) and
one bigger piss stain where he had not bothered to even try to shake
(probably when he pissed in his bedroom's bathroom last night not caring if
his briefs got a little wet or maybe doing it thinking it would be a treat
for me - no it couldn't be the latter - Peter didn't know I was 'that gay'
for him I would be sniffing his piss right now, which made my cock twitch
even harder in my sweats).  The thought also occurred to me that maybe one
of these piss stains was his brother Paul's, causing me to sniff each one
of them more intently to see if I could smell a difference, my cock now
throbbing at my excitement.

There was a much bigger skid mark in the back than had been in the previous
briefs he had given me, which would be inevitable having worn these for
three days.  I inhaled this deeply and concluded I loved every odor and
thing about this boy.  I also loved the fact that he 'didn't give a shit'
there was a skid mark in the back, a pun that made me smile and my cock
wildly leak precum, so much so it was soaking through my sweats.

Saving the best for last, I then examined and sniffed each rope of his cum,
trying to imagine which was stain older and when and where he would have
jacked.  The cum on the back of the briefs must have been in bed, as he
stroked that big cock with the briefs over his stomach under the head of
his cock.  Damn I wish I had seen that, he must have done that last night?

The massive dried cum load in the front he must have been jacking holding
the briefs out or maybe he also did that in bed with the briefs on his
stomach under his cock, just turned inside out so the double cotton around
the fly would absorb the cum and make the stain less noticeable in the
school locker-room.  After all, his cock was so big that if he tried to
jack off wearing them the head of his cock couldn't have hosed down the
inside front.

As the sheer size of this cum stain representing two massive loads that
coated the inside of the pouch of these briefs where has cock had been
pressed for two days and his older brother's cocks had been packed
beforehand filled my awareness I began to cum in my sweats without ever
having touched my cock.

I quickly put the briefs over my head with the pouch over my nose and
reached into my sweats and wrapped around my cock which was shooting the
last of its ropes from my involuntary orgasm and began to wank as hard as I
could.  I made myself cum a second and then a third time without stopping
jacking, my hand and the inside of my sweats soaking and sticky from my
loads, the head of my cock violently banging against the wet cotton sweats.

I tried to make myself cum as much as Peter had on the inside of his briefs
resting on my nose but after the fifth orgasm in a row I realized my
average-size middle age cock was shooting blanks and I let go of my very
sore cock.

Putting the briefs carefully under my pillow I went downstairs to make
myself something to eat, not changing out of my cum-stained sweats,
thinking about how Peter must have felt wearing his cum stained briefs to
school.

The next morning I woke up with a start.  Peter was standing next to my
bed.

"It smells rank in here," Peter said.  "How many times did you jack off
sniffing my briefs?"

"Damn, you've got it bad for me," Peter said shaking his head.  "Or is it
my brother Paul?"

"You," I instinctively shot back, but then on reflection, "a bit of your
brother, well your brother is hot" quickly adding "but you are hotter and
it was your cum, er, definitely your cum than made me cum" (about to add
'without touching myself') before Peter cut me off with "TMI man."

"I don't care if you have a thing for my brother.  Next time he is home I
will try to get you a pair of his briefs.  But there is no way he will let
you touch him.  He hates fags.  So you will have to make do with this
cock."

Peter was already undoing his pants and underwear as he talked and pushed
them down around his ankles and moved next to the bed so I only had to
shuffle over slightly to take his semi-hard cock into my mouth.

"Do you want me to get David's dirty briefs for you too?"  I nodded as I
sucked on his thickening cock.

"OK man, I'll see what I can do.  I only had Paul's because I pulled out
the dryer the other day to look for a missing sock and saw they had fallen
behind which gave me the idea to wear them for you," Peter continued
absent-mindedly as though he was talking about baseball and I wasn't busy
sucking on his now rock-hard cock.

"Don't want to get caught stealing their dirty briefs," Peter added
reflectively.  "Don't want Paul thinking I am queer as he would try to beat
it out of me.  And it would be hard to explain they are for the fag next
door" adding with a laugh "who is clearly in love with my cock.  Damn you
are a good cocksucker."

Peter gave my hair a friendly tussle.

I had expected when he lowered his hand he would take control and fuck my
mouth like the times before, but after the playful hair toss he dropped his
hands to his sides and just let me suck on his cock.

I licked up and down the shaft and sucked on the head and licked his balls
and ran my tongue around the head of his cock again and again.

Eventually I began deep throating him, knowing I couldn't play forever as
he had to get to school (and less important I needed to get to work).

I put all my skills to work and sucked his cock like it was the most
important thing I had ever done in my life, and it felt like it was, as I
wanted to show my teen master my appreciation (the word master ricocheted
around in my head causing me to suck even harder as the reality of who I
was and he was sunk in).

I must have been doing something right because Peter was moaning by now.

Still he didn't take hold of my head so I just kept going, bobbing my head
up and down on his hard cock.

I could take his large cock all the way down my throat until my nose was
buried in his pubes and then lift off until only the head was in my mouth.
Peter had turned me into a deep-throater and I found myself loving that I
could take this entire monster in every stroke.

But I also found my asshole twitching every time I took his entire cock
down my throat, wishing it would be shoved up my ass the way he had
undoubtedly shoved his cock into that girl's pussy in this very bed.

Before long Peter's balls, which I was playing with in one hand, began to
pull up tight to his body and his breathing and moaning became more
pronounced and I knew he was going to cum.

As he rose up on his toes I pulled my head back so his cock head was in my
mouth and gave him a pull on the balls and a stroke of his shaft with my
other hand and he began to unload a massive load of jizz in my mouth.

I kept my mouth on his cock as it shot rope after rope of cum into my
mouth, so much so that I could barely contain it all.  This was the boy who
had soaked the briefs under my pillow with just three loads way more than I
had the sweats I was still wearing in bed.

With his cockhead still in my mouth, though no longer spewing cum into my
jism-filled mouth, Peter tussled my hair again.

Was this affection?  I knew I had affection for my master but did he see me
as anything more than a mouth to capture his cum?

As Peter reached down to pull up his pants and his cock slipped out of my
mouth.

I didn't swallow, savouring his boy cum in my mouth (and forever blotting
out the taste of that girl on his gorgeous cock, the cock that was now my
entire life to worship and serve).

Once Peter had his pants done up, he pocketed the $25 that was on the night
stand.

"You haven't swallowed have you," he said looking down at me.  I shook my
head no.

"You fags love cum that much?" he asked rhetorically "or is it just with
me?"  While it was clearly just him trying to be condescending and no
response was expected I felt I needed to let him know it was him so I
nodded my head yes.

"Wait until I am out the front door before you take your ugly cock out and
go back to sniffing my underwear under your pillow," he said starting to
walk towards the bedroom door.

I swallowed.  "How did you know they were under my pillow?"

"Cause you're a fag and where would you keep a gift from me, especially a
disgusting stank pair of my briefs that I couldn't bear to take off by the
third day and it is my stink."

"Peter," I said in quiet voice as he was about to leave the bedroom, which
caused him to turn and look at me.  Shoring up my courage I said "I can pay
you if you would be willing to fuck me."

"I told you that is gross," Peter said, the look of disgust on his face.
"Don't ever ask me that again or I will end things."

His grimace turned serious and he looked me in the eye and said "and we
both know this isn't about cash."

I nodded.

"And it isn't about blackmail anymore."

I nodded again.

"Say what it is," he commanded.

"You are my master," I said with hesitation.

"Damn, just when I thought I knew how low you are on the fag hierarchy you
surprise me yet again," Peter said with a chuckle.  "I bet you even sniffed
the skid mark in the back of my underwear."

The look on my face and likely the scarlet colour of my face red with
embarrassment must have answered his question as he burst out laughing.

"Yea I'm your master.  I just wouldn't have put it that way."

Turning and going out the bedroom door Peter said over his shoulder with a
laugh "my brother David is in commerce, maybe he would be willing to fuck
you for cash."

I waited until I could hear him go down the stairs and out the door.  Then
I reached for his soiled briefs under my pillow and came once again in my
now crusty sweats (thankfully in only two strokes as the dried cum was
rough on my still sore cock), the smell of his sweat and cum stained briefs
on my nose and the taste of his boy-cum fresh in my mouth, my asshole
twitching uncontrollably wondering if he was serious that his equally blond
and curly haired brother David might just be willing to fuck me or that his
older brother Paul was homophobic and would beat me up if he found out what
I was doing with Peter.

END OF CHAPTER SIX.


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