Date: Tue, 19 Jan 2016 12:17:44 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: dominated by the boy next door 23

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In spite of going to sleep under the protection of this boy's arm with my
head on his chest, I barely slept during the night.

Had Peter been serious about fucking me?  Never in my wildest fantasies had
I thought this was possible.

I had fantasized about it.  I had even bought a dildo that I thought looked
about the same size and shape as his ample cock and dreamt about him
fucking me while I rammed it into my ass but I never thought I might get
the real thing.

Peter had not wanted to see me naked and had been grossed out seeing me
riding the dildo I thought looked like his cock.  It was true he had become
more tolerant of me in recent days.  Where he used to be disgusted by me he
had let me jack off in his presence and even watched while his young friend
Ian fucked me.

Peter definitely had no sexual interest in me beyond a mouth to service his
teenage cock.  Then again brothers I hear can be competitive (I am an only
child so I had no point of reference).  So maybe the fact his brother had
fucked me would make it possible that today he would sink that big cock
into my ass.

He had been possessive after Ian had fucked me so maybe he would want to
fuck me to take back his ownership of me now that his brother had fucked
me.  My throat was still sore from how hard he had raped it in Ian's
presence to show to this 14 year old kid (I still couldn't believe I had
let a boy that young fuck me) that he was in charge.

Would Peter want to see what his brother had sort of liked?  David had cum
even if it took a while (and while I downplayed David's fucking me so as
not to make Peter upset since it wasn't clear he had totally agreed to his
brother doing that, David was certainly rock hard while he fucked me and
shot a massive load in my ass).

I was contemplating these questions as the sun began to come up and I
realized Peter was starting to wake.  I immediately moved down his body and
took his morning wood into my mouth.  I knew my place and we had started
every day this way all week long with me sucking this 15 year old blond
god's big cock and taking his first load of the day no questions asked.

As soon as Peter was awake he pulled me off his cock.

"Let's save this for your ass," said Peter.

OMG, Peter was serious!  He was going to fuck me today.

"Make us breakfast," Peter said.

I jumped out of bed, put on a bathrobe and went downstairs.  My cock was
hard not just from having had his cock in my mouth just now but because of
the possibility.

I assumed Peter would take a shower but he came down a while later
dishevelled, wearing his 2xist briefs from the day before.

We ate breakfast in silence, me too excited about the possibility he was
going to fuck me at some point during the day to think of anything to say.

When breakfast was done, Peter said "I have homework to do."

As Peter ran next door to get his books (he didn't even put on clothes,
just ran next door in his underwear) I began to clean-up.  I had a hard-on
all the while.

As Peter worked at the table I tried to work in my office upstairs but I
couldn't concentrate and I didn't want to be a floor away from this boy.

Eventually I brought a book to the living room and tried to read it,
wanting to be near Peter (glancing over at him in his underwear every so
often, picturing what it would be like to have that big cock which was
barely stuffed in those briefs it was so big, buried in my ass).

The day seemed like it dragged on forever.

Neither of us has showered.  I hung out in my bathrobe with a hard-on most
of the day wondering if this was really going to happen, glancing at Peter
every few minutes wondering what it would be like.  For his part Peter
didn't either care or maybe had changed his mind because he sat at the
table in his briefs doing homework totally oblivious to my being there and
never glancing in my direction.

Midafternoon I made him soup and a sandwich and he barely looked up as I
placed it near him, so intent in his homework he was.

At around 4pm Peter's phone rang.  I ran upstairs to fetch it for him.  It
turned out to be his father who called to say they had arrived and were at
the airport.

Hanging up the phone Peter said "if we are going to do this, we have to do
this now."

He made it sound like a chore but I didn't care.  I was too turned on by
the chance to be fucked by this boy I worshiped I wasn't going to let this
moment pass.

I literally ran up the stairs.

When Peter strolled into the bedroom a few seconds later he asked "so how
did it start with David?"

Embarrassed I said "I gave him $100."

"Aren't I worth more than that," Peter asked with a smirk on his face.

"Two hundred," I ventured.

"Sounds about right," Peter said with a laugh.

I couldn't believe I was about to pay this 16 year old to fuck me.  I
hadn't entirely found it real when I got to pay his older brother to fuck
me and thought it a steal at $100, but this was both an underage boy and a
boy worshiped.  I would have paid so much more than $200 for this
opportunity.

Then it occurred to me I might not have that much cash.

"I will have to see how much money I have" I said nervously, wondering
'what if I don't have $200?

"I am sure you are good for it," said Peter, and with a laugh he added "I
know where you live."

I went down the hall to my office and found I had %160 in the drawer where
I keep my petty cash.

When I returned Peter was naked sporting a huge hard-on.

That cock was huge.  I so wanted him to fuck me but seeing it in the bright
afternoon sun I realized how big it was and was suddenly nervous.

I put the $160 on the night stand.

Peter and I didn't need to have a conversation about using a condom as I
had with his brother (and just as I didn't want his brother to wear one I
wouldn't have wanted Peter to if that had been a question).  Peter knew he
would be fucking me bare and I wouldn't have had it any other way.  I
wanted his boy cum in my ass.

"So David did you face down on the bed," Peter asked rhetorically, since I
had already told him this fact.

"Yes," I replied, and then added "he said he didn't want to see my face.
He also said he had never done this before and was only doing it for the
cash."  I don't know why I felt it necessary to venture this information as
it was degrading to me but I guess I didn't want him to think less of his
brother, or less about himself given what we were about to do.

Peter laughed "that sounds like David.  He isn't as bad a Paul but he
worries too much what people think."

Peter was so cool.  He was about to fuck a man's ass and he was ridiculing
his older brother for making excuses.  This boy was going to fuck me and
while he may have been motivated by outdoing his brother he really didn't
care that this was a pretty gay thing most people wouldn't be willing to
try.

"I think this might actually be fun," Peter said reflectively.

If I wasn't excited before I now was over the moon.  Peter had just said he
might actually like fucking my ass, something I didn't dare dream might
happen even though I had thought about it so many times especially when I
fucked myself with the dildo that I thought looked a bit like his cock or
when he fucked my throat with that mammoth cock.

I didn't have to tell Peter where the lube was.  He got it out of the night
stand and was lubing his cock while I got on the bed.  Then he applied some
to my hole.

You wouldn't know he hadn't done this before, he actually worked some into
the hole and got me prepped, not so much ringer work as to stretch me but
more teasing my hole so it wanted his cock (even more than it had wanted
his cock all day and it had been desperate for it since the idea was raised
the night before).

Peter got on the bed between my legs.  Slowly he lowered his body onto my
back, aiming his cock at my hole.  Then he used the weight of his body to
press his cock into me.

Even though I hadn't had anything that big in my ass for a week (Ian was so
much smaller) it sunk all the way in easily all the way.  He was lying
entirely on my back, his huge cock all the way up my ass.

It felt so good.  It wasn't anything like the dildo.  His cock felt like it
belonged in my ass.  It wasn't hard like some plastic toy, it and my ass
melded together.  I never wanted to use the dildo again (even if he never
fucked me after today the real thing was so good I couldn't imagine ever
going back to a fantasy toy).

As Peter's body pressed down on mine I could feel his chest against my
back, the front of his legs against the back of mine, his cock buried all
the way into my ass.  I could even feel his balls nestled against the base
of my ass where my upper legs met.

This boy whose body I knew intimately was now on top of me and inside me.
I couldn't help myself.  I started to cum.

In my ear Peter whispered "are you cumming?"

He must have felt my asshole squeezing his cock as I came involuntarily
just from the excitement of this boy being on top of me his big cock all
the way inside my ass.

"Yes," I panted.  "I can't help myself."

I could feel my ass squeeze his big cock and my cock pulse as my cum soaked
the bed underneath me.

It seemed like I was cumming forever.

"Did you cum when David fucked you," he asked, distracting me from my
orgasm, his hot breath on my neck and against my ear making me shoot some
more.

"No," I panted, still cumming, "just you".

"Cool," was all he said as my orgasm began to subside.

I was spent and he had only climbed on my back and buried his cock in my
ass.

Reaching over he grabbed his soiled briefs and shoved them in front of my
face.

I didn't need encouragement.  I took them and held them to my nose.  He had
worn them for two days and hadn't showered today so they smelled strong
with his odor.  I moaned as I sniffed them and he took that as
encouragement to begin fucking me in earnest.

Without asking if I needed to stop or considering the implications of the
fact I had just cum and my ass might be sensitive he began to move his cock
in and out of my ass, pulling it out all the way so only the head was
inside me and then plunging that mammoth piece of meat all the way into me
until hie pubes hit my ass.

My ass was sensitive and if I had been given a choice I might have
suggested we stop of a minute to let me recover from my orgasm but I just
kept sniffing his briefs as he used my ass for his own gratification.

The slave in me (a slave he had created) liked that he was now fucking me
with no consideration for my pleasure, in fact he was doing it immediately
post-orgasm, so I was very sensitive, was a turn on.  I wanted him to use
my ass to make himself cum even if it hurt me.

But it didn't hurt me.  His cock was a different shape though as big as
David's and it should have hurt me as much but I only felt pleasure.  I
loved having him inside me.

I so wished I could see Peter on my back.  The feel of him was incredible.
I had just cum but I could feel my cock throbbing under me.  I was so
turned on by the feel of his cock in my ass and the smell of his sweat on
his briefs.

As Peter moved his cock in and out of my ass it sent shivers through my
body.  He was now moving in a steady pace, his cock sliding into my ass
without any discomfort.

Peter had started by just moving his hips like his brother had.  His body
stayed on top of me and his hips made his cock move in and out and even
around in circles in my ass.  As his pace increased he rose up on his hands
and began to thrust up into my ass using all his body strength.  This was
exactly what his brother had done.  Maybe it was genetic or maybe they
watched similar porn.  I don't know but it was skillful and I loved it.

Peter leant forward and whispered in my ear "did he fuck you hard or long
slow strokes".

"Hard" I admitted.  "Exactly the way you are doing it."

This seems to turn Peter on and he began thrusting harder and with every
thrust he moved me slightly up the bed.  I braced myself against the
headboard to push back as I had done with his brother.

Before long Peter was really slamming into me even harder than his brother
had.  I had to hold on for dear life but I was loving the ramming I was
getting.

He was fucking me much harder than his older brother and I couldn't get
enough.  Where with David I desperately needed a fucking and had resigned
myself to the pounding just because it had been so long, with Peter I
desperately wanted this fucking no matter how hard the pounding was because
I loved this boy and wanted him to seed me deep inside.

I was getting fucked hard by Peter in the same position and same way his
brother had fucked me; in the bed he and I had slept all week and I had
sucked him so many times.  In the bed a 14 year old kid had fucked me only
two nights earlier while he watched.  The 16 year old boy with a big cock
was finally inside me and was fucking me hard!

I squeezed my legs together to put extra pressure on his big cock as he
rammed it deep into my ass again and again.

I could feel his breath against the back of my neck as he shoved his big
cock meat into me again and again.  I could tell from his breathing he was
getting close.  I didn't want it to end, though I wanted him to cum and
shoot his big load inside me.

I squeezed my ass tighter.  He was fucking me so much harder than his
brother but I was squeezing my ass as tight as I could to make it
pleasurable for him.  Strangely it didn't feel painful.  I was loving the
piston motion of his big teenage cock in my ass.

He was panting and I was panting.

I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back.  I wanted to lick it but I
satisfied myself sniffing the sweat in his underwear.

I could feel him start to tense and I knew he was getting close.

His body went rigid and I could feel his cock buried deep in my ass start
to pulse.  I could feel it expand as each rope of cum was pushed out of his
cock deep into my ass.  The feel of it expanding and shooting cum made me
cum again, sending a second load onto the bed.

Peter collapsed on my back as me emptied his cum into my ass.  I could feel
every pulse as his cum was deposited in me.

For a few minutes the only movement in the room was his cock expanding and
contracting as it shot cum deep up inside me and my ass contracting around
it as I orgasmed onto the bed.

Peter lay on top of me for a while.  I was not going to complain.  I loved
the feel of his body on top of me and his cock, which while starting to
soften, still massive in my ass.

He had fucked me hard but I didn't want that cock to leave my ass.  I would
have loved him to fuck me some more even though I had cum two times and my
ass was so sensitive and sore.

Eventually Peter rolled off me and said "I better shower and get my stuff
back to my house before the 'rents get home."

Peter checked the time on his phone and said "that took longer than I
thought it would."

My heart dropped because I thought maybe like David the length of time
(which for me had gone by so quickly and I wanted so much more) was a
reflection of it being difficult for him to cum because he wasn't into
fucking a guy or into me, but as if he sensed my thoughts he said "it was
too much fun to cut short" and slapped my ass (sending shivers of pleasure
through my body).

My heart skipped a beat I was so happy.

He slapped my ass a second time and said "I might use this ass again,
though I do love your mouth, cocksucker."

Weirdly being called a cocksucker made me smile as much as the idea he
might fuck me again in the future.

"Stay face down on the bed," Peter commanded.  "I want my cum leaking out
of your ass when dad comes over for the key."

Bizarre as that request was, I stayed face down on the bed naked while
Peter showered and got dressed, packed his stuff and went home.

He must have just made it in the house before his parents arrived from the
airport because I wasn't long face down on the bed when the doorbell went.
I put on my bathrobe (conscious of how 'gay' it was) and went downstairs.
Sure enough it was his father.

"Any problems," he asked, as I opened the door to let him in.

"No, Peter is a good kid," I replied.  I don't know why I had just called
him a kid.  He had been fucking me hard with his big man-size cock upstairs
minutes earlier and I had a sore ass to prove he was anything but a kid.
Maybe I thought it would hide the fact I had played all week at being his
lover and that we were equals.  In his father's mind he undoubtedly was a
kid.

"He didn't have a party and was home every night," his father asked.

"Yes," I lied.  I rationalized this lie because as Peter had pointed out it
we me who had the party and he was in my home every night.

Peter's dad had only been in my house for a minute and I could already feel
the cum leaking out of my ass.  Peter must have shot a bigger load than
David did because it took a while for David's cum to start leaking the week
before (I had been talking to his father for a while and moved from foyer
to kitchen and back).  Not I was already leaking this man's 16 year old
son's cum from my ass.  I knew Peter wanted this to happen but I was
mortified.

Quickly I moved to the table, grabbed my keys and returned the key to
Peter's father house.  I needed this man gone.  I could feel the cum
trickle down my leg so far it had to be visible beneath my bathrobe.  With
David he had been legal and I had been embarrassed being in this situation.
This time it was this man's teenage high school son who he had asked me to
give parental supervision to while he and his wife were away.

Could he tell Peter had fucked me?  Did he suspect I was having sex with
his son?  What if he saw the cum which now was way down my thigh and
noticeable even though I was gripping my ass as tightly as I could to keep
his youngest son's cum in my ass.

"You must have a lot of unpacking to do," I ventured nervously, wanting
this man out of my house.

Taking the hint, and hopefully not guessing why, Peter's dad thanked me for
my trouble (hardly a trouble) and left.

A few minutes later when I was upstairs thankful his father had left and
was running the shower to get clean, feeling so dirty due to the situation
not the two days of and post-coitus sweat, Peter walked into my bathroom,
having obviously let himself in with his key.

"Shouldn't you be home," I asked, nervous he was playing way too dangerous
a game now that his parents were back home.

"Nah, mom is making supper and dad is unpacking," Peter said as he walked
over to me.  Peter reached down behind me under the bathrobe between my
legs and felt my upper legs and asshole.

"Were you leaking this much when my old man was here," he asked.

Turning a bright red I said "yes, I tried to squeeze my ass and keep it in
but there was too much.  I couldn't wait for him to leave."

As Peter felt down my leg I confirmed "it had leaked below the hem of my
bathrobe while he was here."

Weird as this was, it seemed to please Peter who was continuing to explore
my hole and the slick cum between my legs.  He seemed pleased he had filled
me so I was leaking.  It was like he had marked his territory with his cum
and my ass, like my mouth and throat had been for a while, was now his new
territory.

"Who shot a bigger load, me or David," Peter asked.

"You, definitely" I said emphatically.

"And you came when I was fucking you," Peter said with satisfaction "and
you didn't when David fucked you?"

"I came twice while you were fucking me," I admitted.

Peter moved his fingers, slick with my ass juice and his cum to my lips and
I instinctually licked them clean.

"Maybe we will do this again," said Peter.  "Gotta jet.  Thanks for the
week man."

'No thank you' was all I could think as he left me standing in the
bathroom, shower running.  I was hard again and his cum was still oozing
out of my stretched recently pounded ass.  Getting in the shower I jacked
off before I reluctantly washed the boy's fresh cum from my ass.

I so hoped he would fuck me again, even though my ass was sore from the
workout he had given me.

After I towelled off and exited the bathroom I realized he hadn't taken the
$160 from the night table.  I made a note to get another $40 after work the
next day to give Peter the full $2OO if (I hoped when) he came over the
next day.

END OF CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.

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