Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2023 22:18:50 +0000 From: sammythesub19 Subject: Schoolboy Submits to His Neighbour -- Chapter 2 Chapter Two -- Like a Natural As I lowered my lips towards his large helmet and tilted my head down, some of my hair became untucked from behind my ear and grazed the top of his cock. He flinched a little out of instinct and when I looked up at him he just smirked down at me while I giggled and tucked it behind my ear. Keen to not let the moment slip away he gently rested his hand on the back of my neck and focused my lips back towards their goal. His warm, rough hand resting heavily on my neck turned me on beyond belief. I knew I had a choice in this moment, of course I did. But the small assertion from his hand let me know he was in control, and it was happening, whether I liked it or not. Luckily, I felt like I was going to like it. For a moment I considered licking up and down his shaft to tantalise him, to tease like the porn stars do, but the way his pre-cum coated helmet glistened and looked right at me was too tempting to put off any longer. With my hand wrapped around the base of his penis, feeling its heat, my soft wet lips finally wrapped around his helmet and I sucked softly. I felt him pulse a little and crane his neck back, looking up at the ceiling and letting out a quiet 'fuuuuck'. I cannot describe the euphoria that moment brought me, my dopamine levels in that instant must have shot through the roof, and of course that inspired me to keep going, to get more sounds like that out of him. All I wanted was for him to love it. And that would bring me unlimited pleasure. He was right about me, of course he was. And he was right about being a natural. Of course he was. Sucking cock came very quickly to me, it just made sense. It was almost as if I was born to do this, knew exactly what pressure points to hit, how to move my lips, just like he said I would. I slid my hand down the shaft with my lips following after softly and then sucking deeply back up and over the edge of his helmet. Up and down my lips slid over his cock, coating his entire dick in spit. I was salivating so much that pools my saliva was running down his cock and pooling around the base of his shaft. As my lips were gently placed around his shaft I felt his hand move from between my shoulder blades and slide down to the small of my back, gently stroking all the way. I had become so engrossed in his cock at this point, and training my mouth in the right movements to bring him the maximum pleasure that I hadn't realised there had been a distinct change in my temperature. I couldn't have said when it happened, it could have been 10 seconds ago or when he leant back, or even before I first placed my lips on his cock, but the dressing gown I was wearing had dropped to the floor. I was completely naked, sprawled over his sofa with my face buried in his genitals. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed. I was momentarily shocked that it had completely passed me by, until I realised what a perfect temperature I was, now it makes sense why I had overlooked it in the moment. And the only reason I did notice was his hand, muscular, hot and hairy, moving down my body with no dressing gown in his way. Did he move it, did I shimmy instinctively to let him slip it beneath me? I couldn't say, but no doubt this was his design. Not only was I accepting of it, but I was impressed. It was such a perfect temperature in his house, I felt completely comfortable naked, but more importantly the thought of being that vulnerable made me feel sexy. As if I was an object of desire, to be used in any way he wanted. He was completely clothed in his loungwear (aside from pants being pulled down to his knees) where I, the teen boy was completely naked sprawled next to him with my face nesting on his cock and balls. My heart starting racing as his hand travelled further down from the small of my back to the top of my ass. Nestling his hand between my cheeks he gently pulled them apart. He was so much taller than me, so he could have probably reached my knees if he tried and especially the way I'm instinctively curled up towards him. Nevertheless, I shimmied helpfully bringing my body slightly further up the sofa for easier access, and I imagine for a much better view. I turned my body from being on my side to then facing my ass directly up towards the ceiling, that way he could do anything he wanted and see it all. My heart was racing, I hadn't even considered this was going to happen, but I was open to anything. He caressed my crack, gently gliding over my hole. So softly, so gently, just circling my anus, making every single hair on the back of my neck stand erect, I couldn't bear the anticipation. He knew that, of course. With my sense heightened to 100, he glided his large, manly finger around and around. I couldn't take it and yet I don't want it to end, I remember thinking as I buried my face into his cock, trying at once to take my mind off what was happening and yet focus even deeper into it. Much to my disappointment he removed his hand and brought it up to my face. And then, much to my elation I realised he was just wiping spit off my chin to lube up his fingers... He rough hands travelled back down my body, I paused my lips for a moment of anticipation as he arrived at my hole. He gently circled it and then slowly, gently, but purposefully, pushed his index finger into my tight hole. I cooed softly as it went further and further inside my gooey boy pussy. My legs wanted to shake with how good it felt and I sucked as deep as I could on his meaty cock to suppress anymore embarrassing sounds and let me handle this euphoric moment. The combination of his finger in my ass and his cock in my mouth was beyond description, my heart was racing. The more he played with my boy pussy the deeper and more passionately I wanted to suck his cock, and the deeper I sucked his cock the further he would push his finger inside me. It was a beautiful combination, a circular experience of pleasure. He then pushed his second finger inside me and I couldn't help but moan deeply into his cock. As much as I was enjoying him degrading my virgin hole, I had to re-focus myself on bringing him the pleasure. It wasn't about me, it's about him. Now and again I would take it out to marvel at it before licking all the way up the shaft and sucking deeply once more. By that point I had got into a rhythm of massaging his heavy balls as well, he liked that. So much so that he took my lips off his cock and shoved my face down into his ball sack. The texture was far different, they were hairy and a little sweaty, but I coated them with my tongue and sucked deeply on each of them, giving his heavy cum givers the time and attention they deserved. I was at his total whim, he shoved my head back up to his cock then down again, then he would present my face to his cock and slap me in the cheeks with it. It was unpredictable, exploitative and exhilarating. I never felt so alive, to be so out of control made me moan with pleasure. I couldn't anticipate what was going to happen next, and that drove me delirious in my euphoria. Had I been sucking for 5 minutes and 50? I couldn't say, it didn't matter. This could go on forever, I thought. When he took his dick out of my mouth again I looked up at him with wide eyes, with dribble coating my chin and resting his meaty cock on the side of my face I must have looked delirious. I felt like my eyes must have been dilated to the size of plates. "Look at you..." he said, coating his hand in spit as he cupped my chin. "You're cock drunk, can you feel it? A little cock drunk whore" I giggled again and felt my cheeks blush. I didn't know what to say, because there was nothing to say, he was right, this is what cock drunk must feel like. All I wanted to do was look up at him to make sure I was pleasing him and then shove it back where it belongs. Then things changed. He brought his hand up from my ass and held my head with both hands, shoving my face down onto his cock. This was a surprise and I didn't know how to feel at first. Then he brought my head up and looked down at me with an aggressive look in his eyes. All of a sudden the tone had shifted, was I scared of him or was I just a little intimated? and why was this aggression turning me on so much? "If we're role playing and this is all pretend, then you shouldn't call me by my name should you? If it's just a game?' I thought for a second, thinking of the answer he wants me to give, I just shook my head. "Then you should call my daddy, shouldn't you?" I looked up admiringly. "Yeahhh" His face shifted again, from stern to intimidating. "Yes what?" "Yes Daddy" He recessed back to a small smile, I let out a small giggle, excited by the roleplay and the excitement of being owned. The thought was racing around my mind as he plunged my head back down on to his cock. The fact that I was completely in his hands was exhilarating, no chance for me to make a decision, or say no, or even think, he made all my decisions for me, I would just do what I was told. He forced my head up and down, up and down, I just held on, I was in a daze. Then I felt a sudden difference, a pulsing. Oh my god, he's going to cum, that's why he's quickened up, let's make this special, I thought. I shoved my head up and down with him, moaning the whole way. He let out a pained groan through gritted teeth and I suddenly felt it. Ropes of cum coating this inside of my mouth as he's meaty cock pulsed slowly on my lips. Pump, pump, pump, the lashings of cum felt like there was never ending and it might overflow out of the corners of my mouth. It was salty and a little sickly, I remember thinking, as it swirled around my tongue. To be clear, it was nowhere near as bad as I thought it would taste, it was just...different. As he held my head in his hand he led out a large satisfied sigh, I'd done it. I got him there and I was so proud of myself. He held my cheeks in his hand and could tell I was confused with what to do, before I could act on my own he sprang into action. He looked down at me: "You don't spit or swallow without my permission" He tiled my head back. "Show me it" This was so hot, just like all the bukkake and cumshot videos I'd seen, they always made the slut show the cum in her mouth to her scene partner before swallowing. I obliged. Mouth agape with his cum swirling around my mouth, he seemed satisfied. I felt like a true whore, what a feeling. "Swallow" It took a second to get it all down and I thought I might bring it back up when it bounced up in my throat for a moment, but the slimy finally cum went down and I felt victorious. "On the floor, on your knees and place your hands on your knees" I slid off the sofa and did as instructed, waiting patiently, like a dog waiting for approval. It that moment, me looking up at him and him looking down at me, I felt like I'd been through something monumental, because I had. The boy who came through that door no longer existed, what had taken his place was this cock slut, forever changed, mentally in a different place and liberated from whatever preconceptions I had before. My mind had been altered and I couldn't wait to find out what was next. My mind was completely malleable from here on out, everything I thought I knew was irrelevant, everything before seemed dull and uninteresting, I just wanted him to lead me into the unknown, to discover new sides of myself I didn't even know were there. I knew what he was thinking, most likely simpler thoughts, that his night had turned out pretty well... As his cock started to slowly droop down, we shared a moment to watch it. But then again, I had underestimated him before, thinking him as just the boring, rich middle aged guy next door, but now I knew what he was. A psychological genius, and a complete pervert, what a combination. I had no chance. So now I wondered where he was mentally, probably ten steps ahead, knowing what my every move will be and how to best navigate any weakness and exploit any insecurity. Like I said, I didn't stand a chance, and neither did I want to. Like he said, there are two kinds of guys, and sometimes you just have to accept when you're in the presence of a superior being, and submit. And fuck did it feel good to submit. He could tell, from that moment and that puppy dog look in my eyes that I was his. I hung off his every action, his every word. I waited in silence to be told what to think, what to feel, what to do. How many boys had he done this to I wondered? Who cares, it was me right now. It was my moment, and I want my moment. "Now..." he began, "...we're just getting started, we've given you your first taste of me, but now I need a taste of you. Fair's fair." What could he possibly mean? Unless... As I just started to contemplate what that might entail something happened neither of us expected, a loud, rattling vibrating coming from the other room. Pulse, pulse, pulse. A vibrator? Oh fuck no. My phone. He realised before I did. "You better get that" He said as he tucked his monster cock back in his lounge pants and sat down to continue Game of Thrones. He seemed like he'd moved on mentally from our moment, like the vibration had severed it, made lose interest in me entirely and he slouched down into the sofa, not even giving me a second look. A bit disappointed that the moment had been completely spoiled, I scurried off into the other room. Thanks to that interruption I was immediately more aware of my nakedness, I clambered down to my knees and hastily picked up the dressing gown, throwing it over myself as I headed to the kitchen table. Even though I'd become a shameless slut tonight it didn't feel right to have a conversation with my Mum completely naked standing in a middle aged man's home, even if it was just over the phone. Call me old fashioned. 20 texts, 6 missed calls. Oh shit. I answered and began my apologies between the expected reactions: "Where have you been? I've been so worried? Are you okay? After about an hour of no text I head to rush home!! And you weren't there!" On and on and on before I finally caught a break "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry but this phone is shit you know that! And you must have known that it died when I saying it's about to die! But I'm sorry, yes of course I'm fine and I'm alive and everything is fine" "So where are you? Did you go to your neighbours like I suggested?" Moment of truth. Fork in the road. I contemplated this for what felt like an eternity. Do I say where I am and go home, or do I double down and stay, with the potential of finding out what more he can unlock within me. Do I return to my normal life, and chalk this up to a one and done experience or do I commit to this path. And does she know I'm here and is just double checking? How could she know... "HELLO?" "Yes sorry, I mean no, I didn't go to that neighbour in the end I don't know him, he could be a weirdo, like a perv or something. What, I'm just saying?! No, I saw the 38 bus going by and hopped on. I'm now at Jason's because he's the only one not on the trip isn't he, they were fine with me being here." "Oh okay good, that's a nice area anyway...did they feed you?" "...uh huh" "Good" Oh, yeah, well also, now it's so late, they actually offered me the spare bed. Can I do that? I can't be bothered to get on the bus, it's so late. And I don't want you driving in this for no reason. Is that alright?" I put just enough teenage desperation and sweetness on it to surely bring it home. "Well, alright love, just make sure it isn't too much of a late one and I'll see you tomorrow after school. Love you" "Love you too, bye" Phew, crisis averted. I glanced over to see if he'd been listening and as soon as we caught eyes, he beckoned me over. "So, who's Jason?" "Oh urrr, Jason is a friend of a friend, not a big fan of him to be honest, bit of a nob, but I know he's one of the only other guys who didn't go on the...like...well like I know he'll be around tonight." "...I see... risky plan though isn't it, won't your Mum call their parents to make sure you're there?" He feigned just enough interest away from the TV to feel like I could get him back... "That's why I said Jason, my Mum hates his Mum, there's no way she's calling, she couldn't bare it." A smile crept across his face as he turned the tv off. "Good girl" I blushed. "Now, I didn't give you permission to put that gown back on did I? Naked, floor, knees, now" To be Continued...