Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2022 20:05:31 +0000
From: J. Forrester <niftyencomiums@gmail.com>
Subject: Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey (part three)

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places or
events is unintentional and unlikely.

Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey (part three)


Joe followed his neighbour inside, looking at the teen's butt which was
wrapped in school trousers. Joe couldn't understand what he was doing. He
was no longer being controlled by Luke but the longer he was away from the
boy that had controlled him, the more Joe doubted himself. Had he really
been under control? Could he really not refuse?

It was like psychic gaslighting – there could be no doubt that Joe had
been under some kind of influence yet he questioned that reality! Joe had
stripped naked beside a busy road and then joined in with men at a dogging
site. He was a straight man; he wouldn't have done that if Luke had not
been compelling him.

Yet, he'd loved every ball-aching second.

How then to explain why he was following the boy next door into his house?
Ben had no mind control or hypnosis powers or voodoo unless it was
something they taught in school nowadays?

"Come inside," Ben had suggested. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

And he would. Joe very much wanted to go with Ben – he just couldn't
help himself doing what the boy told him to. Ben stepped in and held the
door open for Joe so the man had to brush past the teenager as he stepped
into the hall. Ben was the same height as Joe and built like a
footballer. The teenager was still in his school uniform, sans blazer, and
his white shirtsleeves seemed to emphasise his youth.

Joe meanwhile was wearing nothing but his running shorts. No t-shirt, no
underwear, not even trainers. As Joe's bare feet stopped at the foot of the
stairs in the hall, Ben closed the front door. Ben turned to Joe and
sniggered at the man.

Joe had a decent, slim and sinewy physique without being muscular. Joe's
legs were long and because he was only wearing shorts, they felt very
exposed. Joe's inner thighs were dusted dark hair while the top of his
thighs had only sparse sprigs. Joe's calves and shins were wispy but the
damp hairs were matted to his shins and calves.





Ben thought the whole visual was hilarious – Joe's big bare feet were
nice, and the way his smooth ankles met a scattering of down hair was
almost cute. Joe was topless, his chest crusty with what could only be
spunk and his chest hair and treasure trail were unremarkable. For this
very fact, Joe was remarkable – gorgeous even. Joe's face was smudged
with semen too. Some of the donations had been rubbed away or partially
washed off by the rain but Joe was absolutely filthy with filth.

"We have a no shorts policy in this house," Ben said.

Joe swallowed hard.

"Wh-what?" Joe replied.

"They're muddy and wet and nearly see-through. Did you really walk home
looking like that?" Ben sniggered.

"I should go home and shower," Joe tried to say.

"No, no," Ben hastily interrupted. "I invited you in. But you can't stand
around in damp sorts, Mr Jenkins."

Being called Mr by the boy next door while that boy was fully clothed and
he was almost naked was humiliating.

"I can't take them off, Ben," Joe insisted. "I'm a man and you're just a
teenager. It wouldn't be right."

"That's why I want you to do it. Besides, it's not right to walk around the
neighbourhood barefoot in shorts that look like they've been on the floor
of a toilet but you did that," Ben noted.

The young man was so polite in the way he articulated disgusting ideas; it
was a strange dichotomy.

"Ben..." Joe replied.

"Take the shorts off, Mr Jenkins," Ben insisted.

Joe put his hands on his hips and shoved the shorts down to his knees. His
exposed genitals were shrivelled but crusty with cum – not just his own
either. The shorts fell to his ankles and Ben sniggered and then laughed.





"Fucking hell, I didn't think you'd actually do it," Ben noted.

Joe blushed and covered his penis and testicles, embarrassed to be nude in
front of the teenager. Joe wished he could remember how old the boy
was. Knowing Ben's age would change his mind about whether this was very
wrong or just a bit wrong. The family had moved in next door fourteen or
fifteen years ago and Ben had been a baby... or a toddler?

Looking at him, Ben was a big fourteen-year-old or an average
17–18-year-old.

"Step out of the shorts, Joe," Ben told him.

Joe did so. Why though? It felt different to when he had been under Luke's
control – Luke had asked rhetorical questions and Joe had felt compelled
to do it. With Ben... it felt like he couldn't resist. Joe stepped his bare
feet out of the shorts and the lay in front of him on the floor.

Joe felt ashamed to be naked in his neighbour's home with the teenage son
of the family.

"I have a fun idea, Joe. Come upstairs," Ben said.

"What's upstairs?" Joe asked.

"I want to show you my room," Ben said excitedly.

Joe heard a titter in Ben's voice – as if he knew how childish it
sounded and he had said so deliberately to mortify Joe even more. Joe slid
his shorts into a corner beside the coat stand so if anyone came in they
wouldn't find them and wonder why they were there. Joe followed Ben
upstairs. Ben's butt inside the black trousers was really quite a nice
round package. What was he thinking? Joe was straight! That hadn't changed
no matter what Luke had done to him or what Ben asked him to do. He was a
straight man for fuck's sake!

Ben's bedroom was quintessentially boyish. Wooden floors and blue walls
with football posters pinned up. There was a docking station and a mess of
wires on a desk that also had a laptop, speakers and a pile of folders and
notepads. Ben's queen-size bed was made but the sheets were rumpled.

Joe had not been in a teenager's bedroom since he was one – nearly
twenty years.





Ben looked Joe up and down as the man stood helplessly in the middle of the
room.

"I was going to take a picture of you in the hall but thought it would be
more fun to take it with you in my bedroom," Ben teased.

"No, please... you can't take pictures of me right now," Joe complained.

"Why not?" Ben asked innocently.

"Because..." Joe was too embarrassed to say it.

"Tell me why I shouldn't take pictures of you, Mr Jenkins," Ben pressed.

"Because... because I'm a naked man, Ben," Joe said. "And... you're still
in high school."

Joe skirted around his ignorance of Ben's exact age. The teenager laughed
at him anyway. The lad didn't know what was going on or why Joe was doing
whatever he said but the man next door was so fucking hot, he couldn't
resist.

"You're a man who came into my house and took off your soiled shorts and,
naked, followed a highschooler to his bedroom," Ben reminded him. "I want
to take pictures of you and you're going to let me, aren't you?"

"Yes," Joe admitted.

"Will you do anything I say?" Ben asked.

"Yes," Joe replied.

"Tell me why?" Ben asked with glee.

"Because Luke said I can't help doing anything a boy tells me to..." Joe
replied.

He hadn't even meant to say it. The words just came out as if the knowledge
were always in there and it had been dragged out... when Ben told him to
reveal it.

"Oh my god! Like... hypnotism or something?" Ben asked.

"Hypnotism or something," Joe agreed.

"Is that why you look like a whore house?" Ben denigrated him rhetorically.





Joe felt no compulsion to respond to the rhetorical question so the current
influence was different from when Luke controlled him. Joe wondered if Ben
would have more questions about it but the lad was too busy dreaming up
ideas of his own to think about where Joe had already been.

Joe was still covering his privates but not for long.

"Move your hands to your sides, Mr Jenkins," Ben said.

Joe moved his hands and Ben sniggered at the exposed genitals of his
next-door neighbour. The man's penis was only two and a half inches long
and his testicles were but a rounded bunch just underneath. Ben took
pictures with his phone and told Joe to put his hands on his head so he
could expose the man even more.

"Look at these, Mr Jenkins," Ben ridiculed him.

Ben showed Joe his phone, scrolling through the images with glee. Why did
everyone take such delight taking pictures of him and mocking him?

"Do you want to see me naked, Mr Jenkins?" Ben asked.

Joe looked at the teen with wide and shocked eyes. He was a beautiful boy
but Joe was a straight man. He didn't want to look at the naked body of his
teenager neighbour... did he?

"You do, Mr Jenkins," Ben decided.

Joe found his eyes wandering over the shirtsleeves and imagining the chest
underneath. Joe wanted to pull down the lad's trousers and underpants and
look at his penis. Ben couldn't believe his neighbour was so suggestible
and was looking forward to testing how far the man would go.

"Let's play a roleplaying game," Ben said.

"World or Warcraft?" Joe hoped and Ben chuckled.

"Nice try but no," Ben replied.

"Ben, I'm your neighbour. I should just go home," Joe tried to say but he
was still mentally undressing Ben.

The teenager ignored him.





"Take my phone from me. I'm going to play the role of innocent schoolboy
and you're going to be my perverted neighbour who makes me do things," Ben
said.

"Ben, no! I can't do that," Joe insisted even as he reached for the phone.

"I'll pretend to be reluctant but don't stop unless I say: I order you..."
Ben said excitedly.

"I'm straight, Ben. I'm your neighbour. I'm old enough to be your father,"
Joe noted.

"That's great, you should use that when you talk dirty to me," Ben
suggested. "Tell me what to do and film it as you make me do things. Make
me get naked and pleasure you. Use your dirty imagination."

The vagueness of the instructions was almost worse than being told what to
do – it meant his own imagination was engaged and he would control the
roleplay even though he had no choice but to do it. Joe activated video
mode and pointed the camera at the teenager.

"You look very cute in your school uniform, Ben," Joe said.

The uniformed boy appeared on the 4K phone screen.

"I don't think you should be naked, Mr Jenkins. I mean... I'm just a boy,"
Ben replied with an innocent expression. "You said your clothes got wet
running. I though you just wanted to get changed and get your spare key?"

"I don't need my spare key. I need you to take off that uniform," Joe found
himself saying. "I bet you look even better without it."

Ben feigned looking scandalised.

"Mr Jenkins... I can't do that," Ben said with a convincing tremble in his
voice.

"I've seen you looking at my body, Ben," Joe said – which was true. "I
know want me," Joe added – which was also true. "You can do anything I
tell you to."

He almost wished that were true. If the tables were turned and everyone who
had witnessed his antics today were the ones who had to do as he said, Joe
wouldn't be nearly as anxious.

"What are you going to make me do, Mr Jenkins?" the boy asked.

"Open your school trousers, Ben," Joe said.





Ben was still in control – if anything happened that he didn't like he
could stop it at any moment – but his hands still shook as he unbuttoned
his trousers and exposed his black briefs.

"Pull them down, Ben," Joe ordered.

Ben pulled his school trousers down, the white shirt partially covering his
underpants and thighs as the boy dropped them to the floor.

"That looks really cute, Ben. Take them off. And your shoes and socks," Joe
said.

Joe recorded the high schooler as he hopped from one leg to the other,
tugging off shoes, socks and the trousers. Joe caught Ben full length in
his school shirt and tie, boyish briefs partially hidden and silky thighs
leading down to bare feet.

"Good boy," Joe patronised.

Ben put his hands in front of his groin so Joe stepped forward and pushed
them aside, recording the physical reprimand. Joe held the phone between
his palm and three fingers and then used his thumb and index finger, and
his other hand, to unbutton Ben's school shirt.

The camera recorded a close-up of the teenager's abs which had a feathery
spurt of fair hair spreading from a pencil thin trail leading into his
briefs. Unlike Joe, Ben's tummy wasn't covered in drying cum.

"Why are you wearing briefs Ben? I thought most senior boys wore boxers?"
Joe asked.

"They were the only clean underpants I had this morning," Ben whined.

It wasn't quite true – they were the only undies he had in his room that
morning but they weren't clean. This was his second day in the same pants
and they were starting to ripen.

"Are you embarrassed by your little briefs, Ben? Show them to me," Joe
said.

He took a step back and filmed the lad from far enough away that he could
see him from head to toe. Ben wasn't unlike Joe – downy hair on his
shins and calves and fine sprigs on his thighs that thickened towards the
groin. How could a teenager as (not) hairy as a man twenty-odd years his
senior? Joe was a thirty-eight-year-old man for fuck's sake – even as
this embarrassing fact hit him, Joe continued to play the part Ben had
given him





Ben pulled up his shirt and tie to expose an athletic abdomen with a neat
belly button and with his thighs properly exposed, Joe could see they were
lean too. Like a runners. Like his own.

"That's nice Ben. I can see you looking at my dick again," Joe said.

Joining the unrelated sentences thew Ben for a moment but he recovered and
dropped his shirt and covered his abdomen and the sweet but flaccid bulge
inside his underwear.

"Why don't you get on your knees?" Joe said.

"Why?" Ben asked.

"So, you can take a closer look of the thing you can't keep your eyes
off. Get on your knees now," Joe said in a strict tone.

Ben was thrilled by the dirty talk but hid it well, kneeling on the
hardwood floor in front of his neighbour. Joe was excited but scared - Ben
was getting closer to his penis and his brain still hadn't decided what
would happen next but it was leading to an inevitable tryst between him and
the boy next door.

Ben shuffled closer and Joe looked into the screen to watch his sweet face
enter the same frame as his flaccid dick. Joe reached forward with his free
hand and placed it on the back of Ben's head, pulling the lad forward.

"Mr Jenkins... what are you doing?" Ben pleaded.

"Take a good look, Ben," Joe said and shoved his face into his groin.

Ben's nose rubbed in the wiry pubes, some still glued together from earlier
in the night. Ben found his face dragged around Joe's groin, sniffing the
man's dick and balls. Ben could smell the deposits of cum from who knew how
many men which had dried on Joe's skin. Eventually Joe let go and Ben
continued to truffle around his neighbour's testicles, pushing his mouth
and nose into them. As he did, Joe's willy flopped across his nose and
cheek.

"Well done. You did that all on your own," Joe noted.

"Oh... no... I was just..." Ben protested.

"Being a good boy," Joe said.





Ben ducked his face away from the camera to hide his grin. When he looked
up again, he had replaced his expression with one of naiveite again.

"Did you like sniffing my balls, Ben?" Joe asked.

"Maybe?" Ben said.

Fuck yea, he did!

"Why don't you put your hand on my penis?" Joe suggested.

"I've never done anything like that before," Ben lied.

"Touch it, Ben," Joe said.

Joe felt conflicted.

He was straight.

He was still under the control of a boy.

He was in control of everything he asked Ben to do.

He was excited by the thought of the boy next door touching him.

Ben reached up and delicately took hold of Joe's penis. He looked up into
the camera, which showed the boy and Joe's dick waving in front of him.

"Have you ever seen a man's dick get hard, Ben?" Joe asked.

"Mr Jenkins, I'm your neighbour. I shouldn't be doing this," Ben said
quietly.

"You should do what your told. Be a good boy and stroke my cock," Joe said.

Ben broke character as he obeyed with enthusiasm. Joe's dick grew long, hot
and hard before his eyes and Ben wanted nothing more than to suck it but he
resisted. It was well over seven inches long and the biggest prick Ben had
ever seen. Ben waited for the next dirty instruction to come from the man
standing over him.

"Kiss it, Ben," Joe said.

"Wh-what?" the teenager recoiled.





"Kiss the head of my penis, Ben. I know you want this," Joe said.

Ben gripped the cock in a tight fist, right at the root where it met Joe's
balls. He eased the foreskin back to expose the head and then leaned in and
gave it a very quick kiss that barely touched the erection. Ben still got
his first taste of the cock he had coveted for as long as he'd known he was
gay.

Ben was incredulous that his neighbour was naked in his bedroom –
filming their sordid encounter. Joe was a reluctant participant but Ben
hadn't given much thought to that – he was too overcome with the idea of
this man doing this to him. Things Ben had always wanted.

"Is that it, Ben? You can do better than that," Joe encouraged. "Give it a
big, wet, long kiss."

Joe was powerless to resist Ben's instructions, multiple and complex and
wrapped into a taboo sexual encounter:

Tell me what to do. Film it as you make me do things. Make me get
naked. Make me pleasure you. Use your dirty imagination.

Ben leaned in – and Joe's eyes took in the wonderful sight in front of
him and on the screen of Ben's phone. The teenager was kneeling on the
floor with bare legs and feet, his brief peeking out from under his school
shirt and his school tie still knotted. Ben pursed his lips and planted a
wonderful, pouted kiss on Joe's aching hardon.

After the gushing cum of the roadside orgy, Joe was relieved to even be
able to get hard.

Ben pulled back and looked up with big eyes, still holding the erection,
and licked his lips. Ben could taste the salty sweetness of the naked man.

Joe reached down with his free hand and cupped Ben's chin with
authoritative gentleness.

"Ben, I want you to put my penis in your mouth," Joe heard himself say.

Ben dropped his eyes and slowly, hesitantly, leaned towards Joe's cock. It
was bit and shiny, veiny and thick and Ben was about to give the man a
blowjob. Ben opened his mouth and closed his lips around the head of the
cock, sucking it and then pulling back.

"No, Mr Jenkins. Please, I can't do this," Ben whined.





Joe grabbed Ben's hair and pulled his head up to look into the camera.

"You are going to suck my dick, boy. I'm going to ram it down your throat,"
Joe said. "Open your fucking mouth."

Joe pulled Ben's face back towards his cock and Ben opened his mouth to
accept the manhood. Ben's boyhood was half-hard inside his underpants,
pressing into the fabric and giving a feeble leak. He was enjoying Joe's
character and his own and even enjoying not quite getting fully hard yet.

Half of Joe's cock was in his mouth when Ben breathed through his nose just
in time because Joe pulled his head and the cock sank deeper. Joe's cock
was the biggest Ben had ever seen touched or sucked but he was no novice.

Ben felt his nose touch Joe's pubes which meant the impressive, turgid meat
was all the way inside his mouth. Ben tried to suck and breath and
eventually had to slap Joe's thighs to beg for release. Joe took his hand
from Ben's head and the schoolboy reeled back onto his heels with saliva
and precum leaking out of his mouth onto his chin.

Ben gasped for breath and wiped his mouth with his hand. It had been
intense but amazing.

"I didn't tell you to stop," Joe said.

He filmed Ben as the boy took the dick back into his mouth of his own
volition this time. His tongue pleasured the head, flicking across the slit
and the frenulum. When his mouth wrapped around it again, Ben slowly
accepted the shaft inch my inch. Pulling back and forth, the boy sucked Joe
and gave the man the best blowjob of his life.

Joe no longer gave a fuck how old Ben was, the boy was the best fucking
cocksucker he'd ever met. Ben stoked Joe's legs as he sucked happily on the
fuck stick. Joe's legs were lean, with delicate prickles of hair under
Ben's gentle caress.

When Ben came up for air again, he swallowed all the secretions in his
mouth. Joe took control of his cock and slapped it across Ben's face,
making a wet splat noise and leaving a sticky semen trail. Joe wiped his
dick all over Ben's face, filming the disgusting and debauched act for the
posterity of Ben's phone.





"Stand up, Ben," Joe said.

"Stand up?" Ben repeated as he followed the instruction.

"As much as I love the cuteness of that school uniform," Joe said. "I think
it's time you took it off."

"You want me to take my clothes off?" Ben said nervously.

His bare legs, lean and long, showed under the white shirt. His bare feet
were sweating from the hotness of everything that had happened.

"Yes, Ben. I want to see you completely naked," Joe replied.

"You... you don't want to do it?" Ben asked.

"No, Ben. You take your own clothes off like a good boy," Joe smirked.

Making Ben do it himself was a nice addition to the fantasy. Ben wondered
how long they had been at this for and how long Joe would continue to be
under his control. Yet, he was doing what Ben said so who was really in
control?

Ben took a moment to check of Joe's lean runners build again. The dried
spunk smeared across his body and legs made Ben wonder how many men had cum
on him. It looked like Joe had bathed in jizz.

Ben looked nervously into his own camera phone as he unknotted his tie and
left the strands dangling. The bottom buttons of his shirt were already
undone but Ben worked from the collar down and allowed the shirt to fall
open, exposing his boyish chest.

"That's great, Ben. Keep going. Take your school shirt off for me," Joe
said – his manly voice was disembodied on the video.

Ben looked into his own phone as he slipped his shirt and tie off his
slender shoulders. His arms dropped out of the sleeves and the teenager was
left in just his black briefs. Joe stared in disbelief at just how
gorgeously beautiful Ben was. Except Joe was straight... wasn't he?

"Look at you, Ben. You're so cute in your little underpants," Joe mocked
him.

"It's embarrassing, Mr Jenkins," Ben replied.





"Put your hands behind your head, boy," Joe ordered – ignoring the
complaint.

Ben obeyed – exposing the scrubby armpits of the teen.

"If you think that's embarrassing, imagine if I sent pictures of you in
your pants to all your friends," Joe suggested.

"I order you not to do that, Mr Jenkins," Ben replied with genuine fear.

Ben loved the roleplay as the innocent boy but there was no way he wanted
that to happen. Joe laughed for the camera.

"Ok Ben, I won't do that... if you take them off," Joe said.

"But... Mr Jenkins, then I'll be naked," Ben said.

"Do it now," Joe said.

Ben popped his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and pushed down at
the hips of his last remaining piece of clothing. The briefs fell to reveal
his penis, topped with a short but neat pile of pubes. Ben's foot kicked
the briefs away and the naked boy stood without shame. The boy's limp dick
was only two inches long but his testicles were pretty big as they nestled
inside a tight scrotum.

"Oh my god, is that it?" Joe laughed. "Look at your little willy, Ben."

Ben blushed, humiliated genuinely for the first time. His dick was small
because it wasn't erect, he wanted to protest. Before he could say
anything, Joe continued to embarrass him.

"If your pubes were longer, that little thing would be lost in them," Joe
mortifyingly reviewed. "Do you shave, Ben?"

Ben wanted to say yes but instead decided to ger revenge.

"No, Mr Jenkins," Ben said. "I only started getting my pubes a year
ago. You like that, don't you?"

Joe felt himself revolted and aroused by the power of the suggestion. It
played into his fears about this encounter and amplified them. Ben must
have started puberty four or five years ago, surely?

"I'd just love to send pictures of that tiny dick to your friends. I'd send
it from your phone too," Joe threatened.





"I order you not to send anything from my phone, Mr Jenkins," Ben said
softly – trying to keep the scenario alive.

"Do you like being naked in front of me, Ben?" Joe asked, changing tack.

"Y-yes, Mr Jenkins," Ben replied innocently.

"Show me your sweet ass, boy," Joe said authoritatively.

Ben turned and Joe saw the lovely lad's sweet butt. Joe stepped behind the
boy who was only an inch or two shorter than him and rubbed his hand across
the globes of flesh. He smacked each one once with a satisfying slap that
jiggled the flesh. Then Joe grabbed Ben's hand and pulled him towards the
bed.

"Remember you asked, what are you going to make me do?" Joe asked the
lad. "Well, I'm going to make you bend over this bed... and I'm going to
fuck you."

"You're going to fuck me?" Ben replied excitedly.

Ben stood with the back of his legs against the bed, facing Joe. His dick
started to rise and Joe made a surprised noise. Ben's teenage prick
thickened and lengthened.

"Well, this is a surprise..." Joe said.

Joe grabbed Ben's dick and pulled it until it was fully hard. It was nearly
(but not quite) six inches, average, but very nice.

"You've not got such a tiny dick after all, Ben," Joe congratulated
him. "Look at you, your hard. Do you want me to fuck you?"

Joe was glad he could ask the question – that the consent broke through
Ben's control over him.

"Yes," Ben replied with his head hung.

"Don't be embarrassed, Ben. Lots of boys enjoy having their butts stuffed
with big men's cocks," Joe sneered.

"I have lube," Ben said and pointed.

Joe spun Ben around and pushed him in the centre of the back. Ben fell face
first onto the bed, his cock pressing into the mattress, as Joe grabbed the
lube. He doused his hand and cock in the slick jelly and discarded the
bottle on the bed. Joe used his hand to smear Ben's cheeks with lube and
filmed his own thumb as it entered the crack of the teenager and revealed
the pink hole at the centre. Joe's eyes flitted between the screen and
reality as he lined up his cock, pressing the head against the hole...





"I'm straight, Ben," Joe repeated – reason breaking through for a
moment.

Was the... whatever it was that was going on with his mind... breaking down
at last?

"I know. That's what makes this so much fun," Ben replied. "If you don't
want to fuck me Mr Jenkins, you can go home."

Ben knew Joe wouldn't and he wanted the man next door to admit how much he
wanted to fuck another man. Joe's cock was still pressed against the hole,
the spongy head was wet and slippery.

"I'm going to fuck you, Ben... I'm going to fill your boy-butt with spunk,"
Joe warned.

Joe pressed harder and his cock started to slide inside the tight hole. The
sphincter both spread and then gripped the shaft of Joe's cock. Joe felt
exquisite pleasure from the friction as the head of his cock sank deeper
and the shaft entered the boy next door.

Ben moaned and his hands grabbed the sheets beside his head. He buried his
face in his sheets as Joe pulled back and then pushed back in. Ben had had
sex before but it had not felt like this. Joe's seven plus inch cock was
more than Ben could have imagined. Ben felt his prostate squish inside as
Joe started to pump.

"Mr Jenkins... I was a virgin," Ben lied.

Joe was mid thrust and the statement coincided with the soft pat of his
pelvis meeting the globes of Ben's ass. Joe was bareback inside the boy who
had just announced the loss of his virginity.

"Oh my fucking god," Joe said.

"Keep going, Mr Jenkins," Ben demanded.

Joe slid his cock out until he felt a tug on the glans and then pushed in
again. His pubes tickled Ben's sacrum before he pulled out and thrust
again. With each pumping of Ben's ass, Joe's pelvis made a slapping noise
against it. He was getting into a rhythm, overwhelmed by the sensation of
anal penetration. Ben was not a virgin despite his claim but Joe was; Joe
had never fucked nor been fucked by a man – he was straight but starting
to doubt himself.

Joe continued to film himself pulling his cock all the way out while
panting heavily. He was sweating from head to toe. His forehead, armpits
and even feet were damp with perspiration. Joe tapped his cock on the small
of Ben's ass and the boy turned over to expose his cock to his neighbour
and the camera again. Ben swept a hand through his hair, exposing his pit
for a moment and smiling at the man with his glistening cock waiting for
more action.

Ben was thinking about new sexual positions, new ways to tease and expose
and enjoy the man from next door. Joe was thinking too. The straight man
was thinking about how much he wanted to fuck the tight hole again.



To be continued...



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