Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2016 21:48:52 +0000 From: Bruce Demosthenes Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 34 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 I woke up Sunday morning to the sound of Peter moving around my bedroom. I could sense it was him before I was fully away, having been woken so many times by him in my bedroom in the middle of the night. When I had my eyes open I watched him removing the USB key from the nanny cam. "Morning," I said groggily and slightly hung-over (I could only imagine how bad his father felt as he had drank more than me at my urging). "I had success," I said, relieved that their plan of sharing the video of my sucking Peter's cock with their father was now over. "I know," said Peter. Had Peter watched us from his bedroom window? "Let's see how this looks," Peter said matter of factly, which was my cue to get out of me. I had a morning wood but he didn't seem to notice. He was a man, well a boy, with a mission. I grabbed a bathrobe and followed Peter down the hall and into my office. In my office, Peter undid and dropped his pants and underwear and stepped out of them. I was confused. What was happening? "Get under the desk," Peter commanded. I got under my desk and Peter sat in the chair behind the desk. He didn't need to tell me what he was expecting. I took his big cock into my mouth. Peter didn't need to ask for my password to my computer. He knew my codes (they were all the same as my alarm code). While Peter typed on the computer I sucked on his cock which hardened in my mouth. Once hard I began to work it by licking on it, sucking on it and deep-throating it. Peter was rock hard much quicker than usual, which confused me. Why would Peter be turned getting ready to watch a video of me sucking his father's cock? I had only been partially serious when I went to sleep thinking he was both a sociopath and a narcissist. But with his rock hard cock in my mouth and me under my own desk sucking him while he looked at a video of me sucking his father's cock, maybe he was more of a sociopath and than a narcissist. He was actually turned on by having incriminating evidence that his father was a 'fag'. I had no idea why Peter was typing as much as he was. Wasn't he just watching the video? I just stayed under the desk sucking on his cock. "So congrats on getting him into bed," said Peter after a while. I knew better than to stop sucking so I just nodded my head while I continued to blow him. "David says you two look way too drunk," Peter added, which explained part of the typing, he had shared the video with his brother and they had been chatting online. Did that mean he had transferred the video to his uncle's computer? I hoped he was on a laptop (a year ago I would have been terrified a video of me having sex existed and now I was just praying the circulation was limited). And what was the issue of us being drunk? Surely this was sufficient to stop David from sharing the video of me sucking Peter's cock, as I was doing yet again under my own desk, with their father. I was going to pull my mouth off his cock and say 'drunken sex is sex all guys do it so it counts' when Peter said "Paul doesn't drink". It took me a second to realize he was talking about his brother Paul and not his father. "Do you think you could get him to do this again but sober?" I nodded my head still sucking on Peter's cock. "Good," said Peter. "That is what you will do. Now I am going to chat online with girls about sex while you continue to blow me." It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact. So as I stayed under my own desk sucking on Peter's big cock he chatted online. I didn't know who he chatted with or what about. It was probably about sex as his cock would harden and then get slightly less hard in response to his typing. Eventually his typing got frequent (I assume he found someone that turned him on a lot) and his legs stretched out as he shot his load into my mouth (I assume thinking of the girl he was chatting with or watching perform for him on camera). When he had finished cumming in my mouth, Peter got up from the desk and began to put on his briefs and his pants. I crawled out from under the desk. I wasn't sure how to raise this, as I didn't know Peter and David's plan, but I was worried about their videotaping their father. This couldn't just be about me. And it couldn't just be about trying somehow to get their brother to have sex with me, especially since I had no idea how a video of me and their father would advance that plan. This had to be about their father. "You know I seduced your father," I started. "And while he seemed to be willing, that doesn't change who is. And there is your mother. You aren't planning to use this video against him are you?" "What I do with my videos is none of your business," Peter shot back angrily. "Do you forget I have far more damning videos of you?" I was chastened. I was in no position to stop Peter, and now David, from doing whatever they planned on doing. They had videos that would send me to prison. But I sort of liked their father. I didn't really know him and at first I had find him domineering and what the boys told me he had said about 'fags' made me angry, but I was also sympathetic. Lots of guys are in the closet. It was hard for guys my age to come out. They clearly want me to get their father on film again. I didn't know if he would be willing to do anything sober. He was in the closet, assuming he was gay, and he was married. Then again he had repeatedly reached for my cock and even after he had cum, which is when most drunken sex ends in denial, he had suggested we get together again. "Your father wants to suck me," I said hesitantly, feeling embarrassed more for him than for me. "I saw him grabbing for your cock on the video," said Peter nonchalantly. "I can't see that would be good," I ventured, genuinely concerned about this boy's father and this game that they were playing. He was a nice guy who was probably just trapped in a straight marriage, with bisexual or gay tendencies. He had raised this boy and paid for the roof over his head. "Maybe Paul will be less full of himself after this," said Peter. I didn't know if Peter was referring to his father or his older brother. "Look, your dad hasn't done anything wrong, not yet," I tried to argue. "I think we should stop this before your father does something he will regret. And what about your mother?" "Shut your mouth," Peter barked. I shut-up. "So you will have sober sex with my father," he said, "and no lip. Did you forget not only do I have a video of you sucking my cock and my father's but fucking a 13 year old boy." The reference to Ian got me defensive. I hadn't 'fucked' Ian. I had only put my cock in his ass. Of course this wasn't a distinction a jury would understand. Plus Ian wanted me to fuck him and had made me promise to do it that very day. Up until that point I had not wanted to fuck Ian and had only said I would to get him out of the house, thinking I could talk him out of it when and if he came by today. The fact Peter had made it a threat suddenly made me actually want to, not fuck the 13 year old, to make love to him. He was nice to me, unlike this teenager. He wasn't a sociopath and a narcissist. But in the meantime I needed to deal with this teenager who held my life in his hands and who, I knew deep down, I was willing to do anything for. "So what do you want me to do with your father," I asked resignedly. "Would your brother want to see your father sucking my cock? Would you?" "Let me check with David," said Peter, who went back to my computer and typed. Looking up from the monitor Peter said "you will do whatever is offered." I must have looked resistant because Peter said "do what you are told or there will be consequences. My father is the least of your worries. Do you really think you will do well in prison?" Peter then got up from my desk chair and left. I resigned myself to doing what they asked. I had no choice. They had all the cards. When my phone vibrated I picked it up. What else had they thought of? It was a message from Ian: "What time should I come over?" "Now," I typed. I still wasn't sure about fucking him. Was this anger at Peter? He was only 13 years old. He was one part of my life Peter didn't control. I wanted this boy if only to escape for a few minutes the insane rollercoaster I was on. And maybe I had feeling for this boy. He was nice to me. Peter's dad had been nice. I had no friends and I no longer knew what to think in response to abuse of affection. I felt like I was going to cry. When the doorbell went I went downstairs, opened it, and let Ian in. I didn't pull him inside like the last two times; I just held the door open for him. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt which I guess was his usual attire. He looked every bit the 13 year old he was. In spite of my nervousness at having sex with someone so young, I wanted to do this if only to get back at Peter. If only to feel affection for a few minutes. Peter probably didn't care, or wouldn't care if he knew, but this felt liberating. I was doing something I wasn't being forced to do. And I desperately needed to feel loved. Even if it was only by a kid who probably was only interested in sex and I was the only avenue he knew to get that. I scooped Ian up in my arms. OK, so that turned out to be less romantic than I thought it was going to be as the reason I could lift him in my arms so easily was because he was only a kid, but what the hell. This was happening. I carried the boy up to my bedroom and lay him out on the bed. Ian just went with it, smiling from ear to ear. I removed his t-shirt and then his pants. I too had to smile when I found he was wearing white Fruit of the Loom briefs. Does everyone in the suburbs wear FOTLs? Between Peter, his brother and his father I had been surrounded by huge cocks. The sight of Ian's little hard-on in his white briefs and the way he was lying on my bed grinning while I undressed him screamed '13 year old!'. In spite of that fact I was hard under my bathrobe, as hard as he was in his underwear, which I found myself fondling through the soft cotton. It was such a cute little cock. Ian lifted his hips for me to pull off his briefs, so I freed his cock and immediately engulfed it in my mouth. I don't know if it was my fear of fucking this young boy or it was the sight of him in briefs and then naked on my bed with that little hard-on but all I wanted to do was suck him off. His entire cock fit easily in my mouth. I was totally content sucking on his young tween cock. Ian had to pull me off. "You promised to fuck me," he said, once he got me off of his boyhood. To drive the point home Ian spread his legs wide. "OK," I said, somewhat reluctantly as the nervousness about what I had agreed to began to build. "I think you should sit on me for the first time," I suggested, mindful this was a kid and he was proposing taking a mansize (an average size but adult size nonetheless) cock up his ass. "It isn't really my first time, or did you forget," Ian giggled "I hear old people have memory problems but I would hope you remember taking my cherry." I blushed at the reference to our ages and his virginity. "Hey," I said, playfully hitting him, then adding more seriously "of course I remember, it was special. I was just thinking if you sit on me you can control the speed." "Fine," Ian said, who didn't seem pleased. "But then I want you to fuck me on my back. I want to be under you when you cum in my ass." The reference to me cumming in his ass made my already hard cock twitch in excitement. And the fact that he knew what he wanted was strangely reassuring, even if what he wanted was for me, an adult, to fuck him in his barely teenage ass. He scooched over (there was no other way to describe it than scooching). I dropped my bathrobe and got on the bed. Reaching into the nightstand I pulled out a bottle of lube which he took out of my hand. He applied it to my hard cock. The cold liquid and his small hands on my penis were titillating, sending electrical shocks through my body. Ian then applied some lube to his own ass. Ian had wanted to lay on his back and have me take him. Now in this new position he had taken control. This was a good thing. He might know he wanted to be fucked and I may have been inside him before so he thought he could take it, but being fucked is an acquired taste for an adult, and this was a little kid. Positioning himself over my cock Ian lowered his little perky ass ontop my hard cock. He was so damn tight. I played with his hard little penis as he sat down on me, trying to keep his mind off the discomfort. I needn't have worried. Ian sat right down on me, taking my entire shaft up inside him. With what seemed like one simple movement he was sitting fully in my lap, my entire cock up inside his young body. Leaning forward Ian kissed me. I couldn't help but kiss back. My cock was being squeezed so tight by his young ass as his tongue entered my mouth. I was violating his ass as he did the same to my tonsils. God this boy was hot - and horny. Without taking the time to get used to my cock being in his ass (didn't it hurt his little bottom?) he began moving up and down on my shaft, all the while kissing me. I was fucking this 13 year old boy. More accurately, he was fucking himself on my cock and seemed to be loving it. He not only was loving it, he seemed to know what he was doing. It had been so long since I topped anyone I was feeling so aroused, even if he was a tad young. Caught up in the passion, I suddenly took over. I lifted Ian off the bed and flipped him onto his back. Him being so small and young it was simple to do as I could carry him in one arm; I didn't even have to pull out or stop kissing him. I just flipped him onto his back. On his back Ian wrapped his legs around my hips and I began to fuck his tight ass. The more I kissed him the more I needed to shove my cock into this boy beneath me. So I leant back lifted his legs to my shoulders. He responded by pushing his legs together so they were right in front of my face. I kissed his feet while I shoved my cock in and out of his tight boy ass. Every so often I would part his legs and lean forward and we would kiss and then I would go back to having his legs in the air forcing his ass to upturn into my cock that was regularly being shoved into this kid's ass. This was an adorable kid. He looked so happy on his back looking up at me, at being kissed, at seeing his legs in the air and feeling my cock fuck his boy butt. Before I knew it I was cumming in his ass. I just kept cumming and cumming. I had forgotten how pleasurable it was to cum in someone's ass and this wasn't just anyone, this was a cute kid with a very tight young teen ass. For some time I had been cumming only by my hand or from being fucked. Here I was cumming inside this tight ass and the orgasm was amazing. I was filling this boy with my semen and it showed no sign of stopping. I kept shooting again and again. When the last of my sperm was deposited into his ass I pulled out and lay next to him. Lying beside him I kissed him. As I ran my hand over his chest and stomach as we kissed I realized it was wet and sticky. "When did you cum," I asked, surprised I hadn't noticed. Had I been so self-absorbed in fucking I didn't even known this little boy had shot his own load. "The second you flipped me onto my back," he said grinning. "That was so hot when you took over." "Why didn't you tell me," I said, suddenly concerned. Had I hurt this boy? Most guys need to stop once they cum. "I didn't want you to stop," said Ian. "Did I hurt you," I asked sympathetically. Ian, grinning even wider, took my hand and moved it down to his penis. He was rock hard. "I loved every second," he said still grinning from ear to ear. I kissed him some more and then moved my head down his body and began licking the cum off his stomach and chest, working my way down to his hard cock. Taking it into my mouth I proceeded to blow him, getting a fresh load in my mouth. For a boy who had just cum all over himself a great deal he didn't take long to replenish. I got a huge load in my mouth, though I knew from the taste and from previous experience it wasn't as thick and full as semen as Peter's and *blush* his dad's. "I have to go," said Ian when he had finished cumming. "OK," I said disappointedly. "Don't worry," Ian said, kissing me some more. "We will do this again, it was awesome." Awesome? I had just fucked a 13 year old and he had called it 'awesome', further driving home our age difference. I watched as he put on his little white briefs, his t-shirt and his shorts and exited my bedroom. I sank back on the bed and dozed off in post-coitus bliss. Did I love this kid or was he just my escape from Peter? And what was I going to do about Peter and his and his brother's plans for me with their father? END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR