Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2016 05:10:39 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 35

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During the course of the week I thought a lot about my life in general,
about how I had fallen and how little control I had over my life, and about
the innocents in particular, about Peter's father and little Ian.

Peter's father may or may not be gay but he was marriage and the father of
Peter and his brother.  His life would be destroyed if the video evidence
Peter had already in his possession and wanted me to help him add to got
out.  Even if it never saw the light of day he could be hurt emotionally.
I had seduced the man and, gay or bi, he had clearly wanted it and Peter
was asking me to do it again without alcohol.

The reason drugs and alcohol are so prevalent in the gay community is there
is so much self-loathing and denial because of society's homophobia which
gay and bi men internalize.  If I was going to get Paul Sr. to have sex
sober I would be making him face something he probably didn't want to face
(especially since he had chosen to get married and have a straight life in
the suburbs) and that was he was gay or at least bisexual.

And what about his feelings?  We had only had sex once and that was when we
were drunk.  I was sure he hadn't developed feelings for me but he could
and if I led him on then he could get hurt.  If, god forbid, Peter used the
video against him he would be crushed.

My bigger concern was poor Ian.  This was a young boy just beginning to
come to terms with his sexuality.  He had no idea Peter had his camera out
filming him lying face down on my bed and me penetrating him, taking his
virginity.

So when I came home on Friday afternoon and found Peter in my living room I
decided to try to make a deal with the devil.  I would try to save Ian even
if it was at the expense of this boy's father.  Ian was only 13 and needed
protecting and while what I was being asked to do was wrong Paul Sr. was an
adult.

"My mother is going out tomorrow night with her friends," began Peter as I
closed the door and went and sat on the chair across from him.  "I have
told my old man you had so much fun at the hockey game that you wanted to
know if he would like to come over and watch the away game tomorrow night
on television.  He not only said 'yes' he was extremely excited at the
prospect."

My heart sank.  I did not want to do this.  I did not want to have sex with
Paul Sr.  I actually liked the guy now that I had socialized with him but I
had no interest in him sexually, in spite of his big cock.  He was much
older than the guys I found attractive.  Then again his son was younger
than guys I normally found attractive too.

"You aren't to give him alcohol," Peter continued.  "I need you both sober.
I also gave this some thought and, while I said you should do whatever he
is willing to, we need this to manipulate my brother.  I need you to get
fucked by him on camera."

Paul Sr.'s cock was bigger than either Peter's or David's.  I could take
it.  After all, I had forced myself to deep-throat it (though I had drank a
lot before I even tried).  But it would hurt.

Paul Sr. had said he wanted to suck me the next time we were together.
While he had been drunk, he might have been serious.  How was I going to
get around that and then escalate things to us fucking?

He was a married man, sometimes married men rationalize going out and
sucking or being sucked by men as not cheating as it is with men and not
women and it is something they don't usually do with their wives.  Paul
Sr. had said his wife didn't suck him.  But he fucked his wife.

He probably could be talked into it, as maybe he didn't fuck his wife in
the ass, but how would I get him to go right from watching a hockey game on
TV to fucking me in the ass.

As if he read my mind, Peter said "you can do whatever he wants and
whatever you have to before he fucks you.  We just need you being fucked up
the ass by my dad on film.  We can edit out the rest."

"And how will this convince your brother to have gay sex," I asked,
doubtful whatever plan these boys had would work and suspicious that this
was really about blackmailing their own dad (or more accurately Peter
blackmailing his dad as I suspected David was just being dragged along for
the ride).

"When I show the video to my brother he will see that everything my dad has
said about homosexuals is bullshit.  And he will see that dad, who he looks
up to, is willing to fuck you up the ass," said Peter.

"And you think by seeing your father fuck me it will make me want to," I
asked incredulously.

This was as harebrained a scheme as their idea of trying to convince their
father that their uncle had gotten a blowjob from me so he would want one.

People are willing to try things if their peers and friends and people they
look up to do them, but overcoming homophobic conditioning was not that
simple.  Peter had said that this oldest brother hated fags.  Even if he
had gotten that belief from their father, seeing their father fucking a guy
would not make him want to try it.

"This is not going to work," I said.  "And you are going to ruin your
father, hurt his relationship with your brother and maybe even end your
parent's marriage in the process."

"None of that is your concern," snapped back Peter.  "You are going to do
this tomorrow or I am going post the video of you fucking Ian online."

My heart sank.

"If I agree to do this will you agree to delete the video you took of Ian,"
I pleaded.  "He is innocent in this.  I don't care that it will send me to
jail [which wasn't entirely true].  I care that he is just beginning to
discover his sexuality and I thought you cared about him.  You didn't want
to have sex with him because that would lead him on.  This would destroy
him."

To my surprise Peter said "deal."

Taking out his phone he went to the video folder and showed me the video
(making me blush as I saw my adult body entering a 13 year old boy) and
then deleted it.

Why was he so willing to delete it?  Maybe he did actually have an ounce of
humanity and he didn't want to hurt the kid.  He had, after all, made a
point of not having sex directly with the boy so the boy's obvious crush on
him didn't escalate.  Or maybe he had another copy.

"How do I know you don't have another copy," I demanded, not that I was in
a position to demand anything.

"You have my word," Peter snapped.  "Are you questioning my word?"

"No sir," I said meekly, seeing the flash of anger in his eyes.  I did
doubt his word but I was in no position to question it.

"I took the camera out of the teddy bear and I have put it over there,"
said Peter, pointing to the bookshelf where you could barely see the lens
poking out between two of the books.

"Now come here and suck my cock," he commanded, as he undid his pants.  "I
want to make sure that it works."

Dutiful I went over and got on my knees in front of him and took his big
cock which he fished out of his dark blue briefs into my mouth.

As I began to suck on his cock he pulled off his own shirt and pushed down
his pants and underwear and removed his socks so he was naked.

Once naked he took hold of my head which was buried in his lap and began to
thrust his hard cock up into my mouth and down my throat.

"Suck it," he ordered, as he rammed his cock into my head.

I sucked hard, and fought the gag reflex, my head trapped in his lap as
writhed around naked on my living room chair fucking my face.

"Fuck your face," he said, which was what he was doing.  He was obviously
taking delight in being in control and using my mouth and throat to get
himself off.

Peter wasn't usually so verbal when we had sex but as he continued to ram
his big cock down my throat he kept alternating between 'suck it' and 'fuck
your face' and 'take my cock' and 'swallow it' and 'take it all'.

It wasn't just that Peter was more verbal, this position was turning me on.
Peter sitting on one of my arm chairs naked with my head in his lap was
erotic.  He had fucked my mouth many times and had his hands on my head as
he did it, but he kept both hands on the back of my head as he thrust up
into my mouth repeatedly.  I could feel his stomach against the top of my
head.  He was cradling my head as he fucked my mouth.

I could feel myself drooling as I sucked while he fucked my mouth.

I was so turned on.

Peter seemed to be turned on too because he moved from sitting in the
comfortable arm chair to sitting on one of the arms - I moved with him so
he could keep fucking my mouth.  The firm arm rest allowed him to shove
harder and I opened my throat to let him, loving every second.

At no point did his two hands let go of my head or I let his cock out of my
mouth.  He kept fucking my head and I went with it, loving him being in
control, loving his big cock in my mouth and throat, loving him naked in my
living room (even though all the blinds were open and anyone could see in)
and loving that he was so turned on that he verbalizing and manipulating
our sex for his own pleasure.

Every time he made a sound like 'oh' or 'ooo' or 'ah' or said something
like 'take my cock' or 'suck it' my own cock twitched in my pants and I
sucked harder, even though he held my head firmly in his lap and it was him
fucking my face.

Then Peter moved from one arm rest to the other and I scrambled to keep up.
I kept his cock in my mouth as he moved further away so he could stretch
out his legs and ram his cock up into my eager mouth ever harder.

His naked body stretched out on the arm rest of my living room chair he
went from holding my head in his two hands to crossing his arms over and
holding it like in a vice grip as he thrust up into my mouth.

I had long forgotten my gag reflex.  I was loving him holding my head so
completely and shoving his big cock down my throat.  I was just along for
the ride.

"Take my cum down you throat bitch," he cried out.

He didn't stop holding my head tightly or fucking my head though I could
feel the underside against my tongue undulating as it pushed his cum out
from his balls and down into my throat.

He just held my head like that until he had continued cumming and then he
let go.

I came up for air.

"Let's see how that looks," said Peter, as if he hadn't just had vigorous
sex and shot such a huge load (which I knew he did because I had felt his
big cock pumping it down my throat into my stomach).

I got off his cock and got to my feel.

I watched the naked 16 year old blond god put on his clothes and then get
the USB from the camera he had hidden in my book shelf.  Then he went and
pulled a recorder from between another set of books.  That explained him
being so verbal, he was recording sound.

Beet red in embarrassment at what had been recorded visually and in a sound
recording (I knew it wouldn't just be Peter talking, I had been moaning in
pleasure throughout the whole thing) I followed him upstairs to my office
and logged onto my computer and got up so he could use it.

He copied the video onto my computer and e-mailed a copy to himself.  Then
he made me sit in the chair and watch.

The video of him naked using my head - me clearly willing - my head held
firmly in his the lap of a perfect specimen of a young man with a big cock
who was fucking my mouth and I was eagerly taking it, was HOT.

It was so hot that while I was watching the video I came in my pants.  I
came so much that it leaked through the underwear and pants causing Peter
to laugh.

"God you have it bad for me," he said with contempt and I hoped a little
bit of pride.

"I will add the sound and send you a new copy and you can jack off to this
all you want," he said as he erased the USB key and pulled it out of the
computer.

Yes I wanted to jack off to this but I didn't want it to exist.  This was
me having my face fucked by a 16 year old boy.  This video had to be
destroyed.  But it was so hot.  He had positioned the camera perfectly, his
total control of the sex and his firm control of my head in his lap was so
fucking erotic.  This looked like a professional porno, except it was of ME
with an UNDERAGE boy.

"You will need to get dad to fuck you on this chair," Peter said, snapping
me out of my horny obsession over what we had done and the video in front
of me.

When I looked up at him pleadingly he said "I deleted the video of Ian, you
committed to doing this.  No alcohol, you getting fucked by my father in
that chair and make lots of noise, I want sound."

Peter left.  I sat there watching the rest of the video, my underwear full
of cum that had leaked through my pants, still turned on by the sight and
hating that I did, and what this boy did to me and was making me do.

As we got to the point where he was about to cum I pulled my wet cock out
of my pants and shot a new load all over my briefs and the front of my
pants.

END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE