Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2016 08:39:27 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 22

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Peter insisted on picking out my bathing suit.  As someone who has a fetish
for underwear I have all sorts of different swim suits which Peter found
amusing.  He picked out one of the skimpiest suits I owned (one I only used
to wear on gay cruises or the winter party back when I partied).  They left
nothing to the imagination as the pouch was designed to lift my cock and
balls and the ass was barely covered.

As Peter had no interest in me sexually I knew that his choice wasn't so he
could admire my body (a body that with a gay man I would be proud of but
around Peter I felt embarrassed about).  His choice of swim suit for me to
wear was to humiliate me.  And humiliate me it did, as it was too immodest
for a family waterslide park.

Peter of course wore his usual baggy swimsuit making the contrast between
us ever greater.

I ha figured out over time that Peter's choice in swim suit is not because
Peter didn't care what he looked like.  He knew he looked good and every
ounce of his being exuded the self-confidence of someone who is physically
fit and knows he is sexual.  The baggy clothes are about letting his
sexuality drive his clothing.

I don't know if he had put thought into this or it just came naturally but
this suburban hip hop or surfer look of baggy clothes, including box swim
trunks, not pulled up entirely, so you could see the top of his bubble butt
and ass crack (or designer underwear when he was wearing street clothes),
was a look that I had grown to love watching Peter every day next door.
Unlike speedos and tight jeans that I had always thought were so sexual,
this was a non-challant sexual that drew one's eyes to the prize even more
intently, making you wonder what was under the clothes.  And the fact that
he had such a big cock meant that it didn't take too much imagination
because as he moved you could always see the outline of that big dick under
his clothes.

It was going to be difficult not to keep looking at his ass and crotch all
day at the waterpark.  His big cock that snaked down the leg of his baggy
shorts would sway as he walked and the wet shorts would cling to his body
so every inch of that cockhead and long shaft would be noticeable in the
front of his shorts.  He was wearing a bathing suit 10 times the size of
mine and it left nothing to the imagination.

I felt exposed and naked and he was entirely covered and I couldn't not
look at him and not think of his cock and ass.  This boy had hooked me on
his gansta look.

I wasn't the only one.  Throughout the day I could see girls as young as 13
checking him out.  The older ones were more visibly looking at that mammoth
cock barely covered by the nylon surfer swim shorts material.  I even saw
some boys checking him out, though I couldn't tell if it was out of
competition and jealousy or lust, as no one at a waterslide is openly gay
(aside from me in the skimpy almost thong style swimsuit).  I couldn't
believe Peter had made me wear such a skimpy pair of speedos (though I
guess it was my fault for owning then).  My look screamed 'I am a fag'
which if you put that together with my following Peter around all day also
screamed 'I am a pedophile'.  I couldn't have gotten an erection if I
wanted to I was so embarrassed.

That isn't entirely correct.  Even though I felt exposed and vulnerable, it
was a good thing I had jacked off until it hurt that morning because all
the boys in bathing suits and having to put suntan lotion on Peter's back
and him putting it on mine and seeing him walking around in the wet swim
trunks with a visible cock that swayed like an elephant trunk made my cock
twitch a number of times.

In spite of the vacillation between embarrassment and horniness all day
long, I was reminded as we ran from the bottom of slides to the top to do
it again and as Peter squealed in delight as we went barrelling down
splashing into the water that this was a 16 year old boy one-third my age.
Peter was just a kid at a water slide and I was supposed to be his adult
supervision.

It tried to convince myself that people (especially mothers who would look
at us suspiciously) thought we were father and son or relatives and that
nothing was amiss. Though as I am dark haired and Peter is blond, I
wondered how many people bought that we might be in a healthy relationship.
I knew Peter's choice of swim suit for me made it unbelievable.  I looked
like the 'fag' Peter accused me of being.  But Peter didn't care and was
having the time of his life and I was just happy to be near this gorgeous
curly blond haired boy.

While I spent a lot of the day in my head being paranoid we had fun.  Of
course no sooner would I relax and stop being self-conscious about being
with an underage boy whose cock I was sucking and dressed like a middle age
fag trying to look young and Peter would point out a boy in the park and
ask me if I found him 'hot'.  Most disturbing was the fact that the boys
Peter was pointing out were all younger than Peter.  And as the day went on
he would specifically ask me if I liked their 'package' or their 'asses'.

The discussion of underage boys I found disturbing which might have been a
good thing as the sexuality of Peter in a bathing suit and my putting
lotion on him was difficult to minimalize.  Just being near Peter was a
turn-on and here we were at a waterpark wearing only bathing suits.

Midafternoon Peter asked me quietly if I wanted to suck him.  I would have
sucked him even if I didn't want to and I desperately wanted to.  Trying
not to get a hard-on at the thought in a skimpy speedo that left nothing to
the imagination I just nodded.

I quickly followed Peter to the nearest handicap washroom and once inside
got on my knees.  Peter fished out his big cock which hardened as soon as
it was pulled out of his wet swimsuit and I opened my mouth as he began to
jack off.  We both knew from the amusement park that we couldn't take too
much time and it was quicker for him to jack off than for me to suck him.

His hand began stroking that mammoth cock.  As always I was struck by how
big his cock was, not just for a 16 year old boy but for any guy.  His hand
barely covered half of it as he stroked it rapidly up and down.  This boy,
who exuded sexuality, must have been jacking off since he was 12 because he
knew how to stroke his cock.  It was almost a blur his hand moving up and
down pulling the loose skin over the head.

"You will need to jack off too," Peter said almost panting, either noticing
my cock was hard in my tiny bathing suit or just knowing me so well.  I
didn't need any encouragement.  I pulled my suit down a bit and gently
stroked my rock hard cock.  Unlike Peter I didn't really need to jack off.
Peter had me so turned on that I would cum with only a few strokes.

It took Peter multiple strokes but before long he was shooting his load
into my open mouth and as much from his cum hitting my tongue as from the
gentle stroking I was doing to my own cock I came all over the floor a
massive amount.

We both put out cocks away and after I used toilet paper to sop up the huge
load I had spilled on the floor we were soon back on the waterslides.

The rest of the day was more relaxing for me, even though I was just as
scantily clad as before with a boy who was clearly not my son and whose big
cock was visible in his wet bathing suit which clung to his legs and cock
for all to see.  But having cum in the restroom and having Peter's fresh
cum on my tongue and in my stomach made me less concerned about what other
people might think.

I might go to jail - I definitely was going to hell - but I would go to
jail and hell happy.

When we got home (well my home, though now it felt like ours), I took our
wet bathing suits and towels to the laundry room and threw them in with our
clothes from the week to wash.  Peter went to 'our' bedroom to shower off
the chlorine.

I donned a bathrobe and cleaned up the kitchen from our breakfast and began
supper.  Before long I was joined in the kitchen by Peter in a pair of
white 2xist briefs.  Having seen him in baggy shorts all day this was a
nice contrast.  His ample cock and big balls really filled out a pair of
briefs.  His cock in the swimsuit hung down and the wet fabric clung to it
accentuating its length and the ridge of the cockhead.  In briefs his
package was crammed in and it just looked so stuffed.

Whatever this boy wore he just exuded sexuality.  I know I am biased as I
was in love with him and worshiped the ground he walked on (and was spoiled
by getting to see him in underwear and naked now all the time) but it was
clear at the park with the looks he got from boys, girls, women and men
that everyone else was struck by this blond curly haired boy's good looks.
Not everyone was probably looking at his cock and thinking how blessed he
was by his creator to have such a huge appendage, but I had seen at the
waterslides enough people notice to know I wasn't the only one impressed
with this young Adonis' large cock.

When I asked him to stir the pots because I was going to shower, Peter
offered that I could come back in underwear too if I wished (I had fully
intended to come back fully dressed or in a bathrobe as I usually was
outside of the bedroom with him).

Forcing my eyes off his gorgeous tanned and toned body and stuffed briefs I
went to take a shower, leaving the underwear clad teenager to stir the pots
in my kitchen (it was admittedly difficult to leave him even for a few
minutes as hot as he looked in his white briefs).

After my shower I went to my underwear drawer and realized I had gone
through all my boxers and boxerbriefs (I had been so obsessed with Peter
all week I hadn't done laundry).  I only had left some thongs and
jockstraps.  I rules out putting on a thong.  Peter had me wear skimpy
speedos but that wasn't to see my package or ass but to embarrass me.  He
wouldn't want to see me in a thong.  But seeing the jockstraps I had an
idea and went to the drawer next to 'my side' of the bed and retrieved
Peter's jockstrap from gym class which he had given me as a gift.  I had
washed it after I had cum in it the time I rode the dildo in front of him
so it was clean.

After I contemplated for a while should I chance it, I summoned up the
courage and put it on.  I had forgotten how tight it was on the legs and
waist (since Peter was only a teenager) and how loose it was in the pouch
(as Peter's package had stretched it).

When I came down the stairs Peter was in front of the TV.  I passed behind
the couch on the way to the kitchen and saw him turn his head as I passed.

No sooner was I in the kitchen and he came through the swinging doors
between the dining room and kitchen, which meant he had gotten up and
followed me and seen my naked ass all the way.  I quickly turned around to
face him, regretting my choice.

"What are you wearing," he demanded, causing me to turn red in
embarrassment.  Had I pushed things too far?

When Peter broke into a grin and said "I guess I should be flattered you
are wearing my jockstrap," I relaxed.

"You should be," I said.  "Though I don't fill it out nearly as nicely as
you probably do, SIR."

He had said I didn't have to call him sir anymore that weekend but it
seemed appropriate in the circumstance.

"I guess it's my fault for not specifying what type of underwear you could
put on," he added reproachingly, though the smile and lilt in his voice
told me he was saying it half-jokingly.

"My boxers and boxerbriefs are all in the washing machine," I said
truthfully.

"I am just pulling your chain," said Peter.

He then thought for a minute and said "I think tonight instead of watching
TV we should go to bed after supper.  I am tired from the fresh air of the
waterpark and it is our last night before the 'rents get home.  I would
like to do like our first night when they left and spend several hours with
you sucking me while I edge."

"OK," I said excitedly, happy at the prospect of having his cock in my
mouth for hours and thrilled that this time he was suggesting we do it in
bed and not with him watching TV.

"The first night I came more than I have ever cum in my life," Peter said
thoughtfully.  "And keep my jockstrap on while you suck me so you don't
touch your own cock."

I nodded.  Peter had let me jack off twice today in his presence, I had
already been spoiled and I had no desire to make myself cum, only to please
him.

Peter then helped me finish the supper, me in his jockstrap and him in sexy
2xst white briefs.  Every so often I would look over and check him out in
the briefs and occasionally I would see him looking over at my ass.  If I
didn't know he was straight and only interested in girls, though willing to
use my mouth to have fun, I would have wondered if he fancied me
physically.  Maybe he was creeped out (a thought that made me even more
self-conscious at my near nakedness).  But if he had been creeped out he
would have told me to put on some clothes.  So I just selfconsciously
finished dinner, feeling oddly properly dressed.  I was Peter's cocksucking
slave and being only clad in a jockstrap - not just a jockstrap but his
jockstrap from high school gym - felt like the soft of uniform a slave
should be forced to wear.

As it was our last night, I broke out some wine.  Over supper we talked
about the day and which slides we liked the best.  He quizzed me again
about which boys at the slide I had found hot, something that made me very
uncomfortable on a number of levels (it was mostly underage boys he was
asking about and I felt looking at anyone but him was cheating).  I tried
to change the subject and asked him if he checked out the girls, and got
him to talk about them and their bathing suits and proportions, in such
detail that I knew which ones he was talking about as they had stood out
even to me a gay man, thus confirming he had a type and how straight this
teenager actually was.  Admittedly it made me very jealous to have him
talking about girls but it was better than him quizzing me about underage
boys in swimsuits.

After I cleaned up the dinner dishes we retired to the bedroom.  Peter
stripped off his briefs and settled in on the bed and I got beside him and
took his hardening cock into my mouth.

Soon he was hard from my sucking and was running his fingers through my
hair and enjoying the blowjob.  Just as I was getting into a rhythm he
interrupted my concentration with a question.  "What did you mean by my
brother fucking you was different than Ian," he asked.

Taking my mouth off his cock I said "your brother has a much bigger cock."
I then resumed sucking.

A while later he said "he is bigger than me, I have seen his morning wood,
didn't it hurt."

Taking his cock out of my mouth again I said "it did, especially at first
and certainly after I was sore, but you get used to it and a big cock will
hit your prostate and that gives so much pleasure it far outweighs the
discomfort."

When he didn't ask a follow-up I went back to sucking his hard cock.

A while later he asked "did he fuck you in the same position Ian did?"

Pausing again I took my mouth off his cock and said "no, I was face down on
the bed."

He said "oh" as though that made sense.

When he didn't say anything more I went back to sucking.

"My brother really did cum inside you," he asked.

Taking my mouth off his cock yet again I said "yes, so much so it leaked
out later" (my mind shot to the fact that it was leaking out of my ass in
his father's presence but I didn't want to think of his father while I was
sucking his youngest son's cock so I quickly began sucking again, this time
more eagerly to get any thought of his father out of my mind).

"When did he do this because we went to dinner with my parents and, as far
as I know, he didn't leave the house that night?  It's not like he has a
key or anything" referencing Peter's own mid-night visits to my bedroom.

Stopping sucking again I said "it was as soon as I got home from work."

This time before I went back to sucking him he had his follow-up ready.

"But my dad came over here after work," he said.

"David had already cum and gone before your dad got here," I answered.

"Does that mean you were leaking my brother's cum into the back of your
pants and underwear when you were talking to my dad," he asked with
amazement in his voice.

"Yes," I said, wishing this conversation would just go away.  I didn't want
to think of Peter's dad while he was naked in my bed, me in his tight
jockstrap and me holding his hard cock which had been just in my mouth.

"That is too funny," he said.

When he didn't say anything else I resumed sucking hoping that would be the
end of the talk of his brother and especially his father.  I was not so
lucky.

A little while later while sucking on his big cock I was interrupted with
"what if it had leaked through your pants and my father had seen it, what
would you have said?"

Stopping sucking I contemplated not answering.  It occurred to me that
Peter was probably using these questions to stop himself from cumming.
Like using the TV to edge or telling me to slow when he got close the
Friday before, maybe he was using questions as a distraction.  Wouldn't
talking about his father ruin the mood entirely?  Could he actually be
curious about what had happened with his brother?  I decided not to deep
think it.  Peter was my master and he had asked a question so I decided to
spill.

"I wasn't wearing pants, I was wearing my bathrobe," I said.

"What, the skimpy one you wear around me," he asked incredulously.

"Yes," I said, then added defensively, "I had fallen asleep after David
left so I didn't have time to dress when you dad showed up at my door.  I
wasn't expecting him to drop by."

"That bathrobe is so fucking gay looking.  I only put up with it in the
beginning as the alternative was you naked which back then I didn't think I
would be able to stand," Peter said, more to himself, wondering obviously
what his father had thought.

Then, not skipping a beat, he asked "what if it had leaked below the
bathrobe, it is really really short."

"It did," I admitted, "it was running down my leg when I was standing in
the kitchen as your father was giving me instructions for this week."

"Fuck no," Peter said, incredulously.

I could feel Peter's cock starting to lose his erection as he contemplated
this scene.  I quickly put my mouth on it and began to deep throat him,
instead of just gently bobbing my head up and down, to bring him close to
the edge. I needed to get this boy distracted and keep him boned for both
out sakes.  This seemed to knock the picture of me in the 'gay' bathrobe
downstairs in the kitchen in front of his old man with cum leaking out of
my ass out of both our minds as soon he was moaning and running his fingers
again through my hair.

I worked on his cock for a while, deep throating it and using every trick
with my throat muscles and tongue to keep him pre-occupied.

Without warning Peter leaned around me and reached his hand to my ass and
touched my hole which sent shivers through my body and instantly causing my
cock, which had deflated talking about his dad and due to the tightness of
the too small jockstrap, to get rock hard.

"You aren't leaking now," he said quietly almost to himself.  "Ian came in
you last night, I saw it.  And you don't feel stretched."

That wasn't a question but this time his fingers touching my hole had me
not only hard but getting desperately close.  So I stopped sucking and let
go of his cock so I could calm down.  I said "David is way bigger than Ian,
and he came much more than Ian and I ended up standing and walking shortly
after your brother fucked me" (making a point of focussing on his brother
and not saying WHY I was standing and walking, namely his father).

Peter stopped touching my hole and said "you need to finish me off now, I
am starting to get sleepy."

I needed no encouragement and I took his cock in my hand and was back on
his cock with my mouth sucking and deep throating as was my duty and I so
wanted to do for this young teen.

As I worked his cock Peter said one last thing, again more to himself than
to me, "maybe I should fuck you right before my parents get back tomorrow
so it is my cum is leaking out of your ass when dad comes to pick up the
key."  As soon as he said it I began to cum in the jockstrap.  He had given
me a hard-on when he touched my hole and sucking his cock was keeping me
boned but the idea of him fucking me was too much to bear and I came
without even touching my cock.

I don't know if he was serious but the thought was too much.  Even though I
was cumming, which normally for me is such a distraction I can't do
anything else, it got me so excited I began to work his cock like I had
never done before.  Within seconds he was moaning and running his fingers
through my hair.  He barely tensed when he began to cum, rather his body
went into spasms as an enormous orgasm erupted spewing so much cum into my
mouth I was the one who had to force his cock down my throat so it went
straight into my belly as there was no way I could swallow it all.

When his orgasm finished, as evidenced by his body no longer twitching and
his cock down my throat no longer pulsing, I pulled my head off his large
cock and swallowed the cum in my mouth.

Peter said, dreamily, "you can keep sucking on my cock while you jack off.
But keep the jock on, it is too late for me to shower and get your cum off
my leg."

Peter hadn't realized that I had cum already just from the mere suggestion
that he might fuck me.  But I also was still boned as the thought of the
possibility and the fact he had shot such a big load in my mouth that I was
definitely able to cum again.  The fact he had given me permission to jack
of was such a treat (normally I just suck him off without cumming myself).
This was the best day ever, I had cum more times in one day than I had in
months and I had done them all in Peter's presence.

I put my mouth on his cock and reached into the jock and jacked myself off.
It took longer than that morning because I had just cum involuntarily.  And
the jockstrap was rough against the head of my cock, which was over
sensitive from having been hard for so long rubbing against the rubber
pouch of a sport jock and having cum already so it was wet.

When I came in the jock Peter had not only gone soft in my mouth, he was
sound asleep.  Fortunately for me Peter soft is bigger than the average
cock hard so it did nothing to diminish the pleasure of having it in my
mouth (though I think I would love it soft even if it was as small as mine
because I realized I was in love with this boy and nothing about him I
didn't like).

I pulled off the jock and threw it on the floor.  It was wet and tight at
the legs and waist and I knew it would interfere at some point during the
night.  While I didn't normally sleep naked with Peter he had let me cum in
his presence and I had no clean underwear to put on other than thongs and
jockstraps and those were little better than being naked.  I hoped when he
woke in the morning he wouldn't mind me being naked in 'our' bed.

As Peter was asleep on his back with his arm stretched out along the bed, I
slid up the bed and put my head on his shoulder.  I then bent my knee and
put my leg over his legs ever so gently so as not to wake him, just high
enough so it was pressing against some of his cock and his balls.  I and
went to sleep under his arm like a straight female or a gay bottom loves to
with their partner.

I was in heaven.  If he woke up and was pissed at me sleeping touching him
and naked it would be worth it.  It was our last night together and I
wanted this last image of me going to sleep on the chest of the boy I loved
to be burned in my memory forever.

END OF CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.

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