Date: Sun, 14 Feb 2016 00:11:39 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 36

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During the day I thought about how I might manipulate Paul Sr. into fucking
me on the arm chair.  I didn't know if he would be into anal and without
being able to get him drunk I didn't would be handicapped.

Peter had said we weren't allowed to drink.  But if this was about us
looking drunk on the video when he showed it to his oldest brother, which I
doubted it was, as his brother didn't drink then I rationalized we could
have a couple beers while we watched the game.

The next challenge was the chair.  Peter wanted us on the armchair because
where the camera was hidden on the bookshelf it captured the chair
perfectly.  It only filmed a small part of the couch.  So that gave me a
thought.

Peter had said he would edit out other stuff; he just wanted film of his
father fucking me.  I didn't trust him.  And I didn't want to capture on
film his father wanting to suck my cock or anything else his father might
initiate.

If we watched the game from the couch and started sex there, then I would
only have the challenge of getting him over to the chair to fuck me (if and
when I convinced him to do that).  That way nothing we did before would be
caught on film.

There was still the problem of the audio recorder capturing what we say and
the sounds of what we do, but that was not nearly as incriminating as video
and if I kept reminding myself Peter will be listening I could maybe keep
the sounds of what we say and do in advance of my getting fucked as
non-descript as possible.

Next I decided what to wear.  The underwear was easy.  I would wear a
fashion jockstrap.  When I used to go to clubs on the odd night I wanted to
get fucked I would wear a jock.  Invariable when the guy I picked up got me
home and got my pants off and found a jock I got fucked, I didn't have to
ask.  I chose a white CK jockstrap.

For pants I chose a pair of black nylon pants that were tight.  The shiny
material looked like leather when I wore them out to a club.  I knew how
they made my ass look and hopefully that would also be enticing; though
they also made my package look big and I didn't want him wanting to service
me, though I did want him thinking of sex so it was still a good choice.
Hopefully the jock will get his mind onto my ass and off of my cock and
balls once my pants came off.

I chose a black button up shirt that was also snug and shiny.

After a shower and dressing I was just checking myself in the mirror,
pleased with my choices, when the doorbell went.

Going downstairs I opened the door.  Peter's dad was also dressed nice.  He
wasn't wearing the casual clothes he had worn to the game.  He had dressed
up in nice beige chinos and a yellow dress shirt, just to watch a game on
TV.  Maybe this would be easier than I thought.

As the game was about to began I suggested he make himself comfortable and
switched on the TV across from the couch.  I then went to the kitchen and
got us beers.

When I came back Paul Sr. was sitting on the couch on the side where part
of it was visible on camera.

"At the risk of sounding like Sheldon Cooper, would you mind moving over as
that is my preferred side of the couch," I said.  What was I going to say:
'the hidden camera your son set up to film us having sex can see you there
and in case you try to kiss me or suck my cock I don't think you want to be
sitting there'.

Fortunately he laughed at my reference to the character on the Big Bang
Theory and slid to the other side of the couch.  I then sat down on the
side that was partially on film, trying to position myself so as little of
myself would be captured.

The game was a disappointment.  Our team lost.  And even though I could
tell he would have liked to be offered beer at a faster pace, I kept our
drinking to a minimum.

Once it became clear the game was a wash, and perhaps because the couple
beers I had given him had put him at ease, Paul Sr. began looking over at
my crotch rather than watching the hockey on TV.

Fearful he would make a move with me partially being filmed by the camera,
I decided to slide over next to him which would get me out of sight of the
lens.  I was worried it was a bit forward but I needn't have because he
turned his head and kissed me.

I wasn't looking for a kiss, just getting out of camera view for when we
started to have sex.  In fact, that was the last thing I wanted because if
he started kissing me he would kiss me during sex and I didn't want him
kissing me, for his sake, when we were on camera.  Plus the sound was being
recorded and us kissing was not something I wanted Peter to hear.

I pulled back, though only after I had opened my mouth and we had kissed
(my responding to his kiss was instinctual, as I love kissing, and he took
me by surprise).

Paul Sr. looked devastated.

Quickly I grabbed his crotch and began to squeeze it so he knew I was up
for sex, I just didn't want to kiss.

He looked like he was going to ask me why I didn't want to kiss so I put my
finger to his lips and then began to undo his pants.

He took the hint and didn't say anything.  Instead, he moved is hands to my
pants and soon we were both hard being played with through our underwear by
the other.

I let go of his cock long enough to remove my shirt.  He followed my lead
and took of his shirt.  I didn't actually want him to get naked as I didn't
think he should be naked on a film his sons would see, but short of telling
him that I didn't know how to stop him.

I also didn't know how to stop him when he bent down and, pulling my cock
over the waistband of my jock, took it into his mouth.  I was just thankful
we weren't in camera range.

Before long Paul Sr. was going to town on my cock, suck and licking.  I
hoped that the sound of the losing hockey game on the TV was masking at
least some of the slurping noises of someone getting head (and there was no
way Peter would know who it was who was getting blown).

When I realized he had no intention of stopping sucking me until I blew my
load in his mouth I reached down and began pushing my pants down.

He stopped sucking me to help me take my pants off, and I pulled off my
socks.

Seeing the jockstrap he took it in, but then went back to sucking my cock
with the front of the jock pushed under my balls.

Clearly just seeing me in a jock was not enough of a hint for him to take
me and fuck me.  He wanted to suck cock.

I pulled him off my cock, which he relinquished reluctantly.

I pushed him back against the arm of the couch and, taking hold of his cock
through his white Fruit of the Loom briefs where it rose looming out of the
opened chino pants, I squeezed it.  Leaning in I whispered in his ear "I
want you to fuck me with this."

I didn't know if this would work.  He was clearly boned; but he had been a
man on a mission and that was to suck a cock.

I looked him in his eyes, continuing to squeeze his cock.

I could see him considering the request.  I didn't know if he was hesitant
because he didn't like fucking because he thought it cheating, he thought
it too gay, had never tried or just wasn't his thing.

My squeezing his cock was not sufficient an incentive so I decided to roll
the dice and leaned in and kissed him.  He responded to my kiss and soon we
were making out, his hand now on my cock and my hand in his briefs on his,
stroking one another.

He was panting and moaning as we kissed.  I could feel the pre-cum on the
head of his huge cock.

It had to be now or never.

I broke the kiss and said with determination "I need you to fuck me."

This time he nodded yes.

I got up from the couch and went over to the armchair.  I had strategically
placed a bottle of lube behind the leg of the chair.  That way it looked
like I had gotten up to get lube and not to get us to the chair.

I got on the chair and slid forward so my ass was hanging over the edge and
began applying lube.

At first Paul Sr. just sat there on the couch watching me, wearing my white
jock with my legs spread wide, applying lube to my ass.  Then I began
fingering my hole.

I don't know if he thought I was just putting on a show for him and would
once I was lubed come back to the couch.  But he made no move to come over.

So, slutty though it was, I put a hand on each foot and pulled my legs high
in the air and wide.  I figured this would also be good for the video as it
made clear I was the one begging to be fucked.  If this was for his eldest
son's consumption it made me the fag and maybe inviting to him as well (if
it didn't turn him off as it was pretty gay).

It did the trick and Paul Sr. got up from the couch.  He didn't take the
time to remove his pants and underwear; he just pushed them down to his
thighs.  Positioning himself in front of me he aimed his mammoth cock at my
hole and pushed.

I let out a gasp.

This man was bigger than his sons and it had been a week since Peter had
fucked me so I was tight.  And, typical of a straight man he didn't use any
finesse he just pushed until he sunk it all the way in, then began to fuck
before I could recover from the initial intrusion or get accustomed to
being in my ass.

It hurt like anything.

Peter wanted sound to go with the video and I wanted to cry out in pain.
But where me crying out in pain would probably not result in Peter
stopping, it probably would make his old man stop.

When Paul Sr. began to lean forward, presumably to kiss me, even though I
knew it was inviting more pain I cried out "oh yes, fuck me.  Fuck me
harder."

While it took him by surprise he did as he was told and he was pounding me
hard with the enormous cock.

"Oh god yes," I (fake) moaned, fighting through the pain.

"You are so big, you are ripping me apart." (That last bit was real and may
have sounded like a complaint but Paul Sr. didn't seem to notice, he was so
intent on fucking my tight ass).

"Fuck me", "harder", "take me Paul", "use my ass", "ram it up in me" I
created a running narrative, as Peter wanted and to ensure that his father
didn't try again to kiss me while he fucked me.

It worked and soon Paul Sr. had joined in with "take my cock", "your ass is
so tight", "take it bitch" (this one pleased me because it made their dad
look butch, even though I knew he would rather be kissing and sucking my
cock than fucking my ass and talking dirty).

"Where do you want me to cum," he demanded.

"In my ass," I said.  I thought for a split second to say on my face of my
chest as that would probably be what Peter would like for the video, but I
wanted it in my ass (and someone watching the video might not believe he
had cum in a man's ass, which is why they don't usually cum inside in
pornos).

"I am cumming," he cried out and I could see from his face he was cumming
even before I could feel his cock expanded and pulse in my ass, forcing cum
up the shaft and deep into my bowels.

After a series or "oooo"s and "aaaa" he stopped ejaculating and
unceremoniously pulled his cock from my ass.

What is with this family and ripping their cock from my ass?  It wasn't bad
enough they each rammed me so hard I was aching they had to yank their
cocks out almost tearing my asshole off in the process.  Though maybe it
was for the best as he looked down at my cock which was soft.  If I had
been hard maybe he would offer to get me off and that is not something I
wanted him to do on camera.

As he pulled up his pants and did them up I got off the armchair, which was
hard to do as he had forced me so far into it I was literally jammed in the
cushions.  Also my legs were cramped and my ass so sore, so movement was
difficult.

I put on my clothes, even though I was at home and I was going to shower as
soon as he left.

I could see Paul Sr. eyeing my movements.  The look on his face was one of
concern.  He had thought I was loving it from my begging him to go harder,
and now he wondered if he had hurt me.  Before he could ask I said "we
should lose at hockey more often."

He laughed.  It was a successful deflection.

"I look forward to our next game," he said, still laughing.

There wouldn't be a next game.  I had no intention of ever seeing this man
again if I could help it.  Peter had made me do this and I had done it but
this was it.

I didn't say anything, I just walked him to the door and let him out.  Then
I limped upstairs and got in the shower.

I wanted to wash the pain away and wash away the memory of this man, who I
didn't find attractive (and wouldn't have even if he hadn't been Peter's
father), fucking me on camera in my own living room.

END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX