Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2018 04:40:35 -0700 From: donnyperez@secmail.pro Subject: The summer that changed my life forever (Part 3) The summer that changed my life forever (Part 3) DISCLAIMERS: This story is totally fictional, but I prefer stories that seem real, so don't expect anything too strange. This story has explicit sex, but also some character development about doubts, feelings and sexuality. I think we all can relate to that. It's more a romantic/erotic kind of story, with some dom/sub streak to it. If you get turned on by stories that slowly build up, then this is for you. This is intended for adults. If you are not comfortable with explicit sex or this stories are not legal where you live, then don't read them. English is not my native language. I hope I made no mistakes. This is a fantasy, I do not condone having sex with a minor in real life. Consider supporting Nifty to keep this stories online. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can send any comments to donnyperez@secmail.pro -------------------------------------------- FROM THE END OF PART 2 About three weeks after the first time, just as I was starting to lick my cum from the boxers, we heard the door opening. My master made me hide in the small space between the bed and the wall, urging me to be silent. I heard a feminine voice and I remembered I had seen a woman with the brothers today. It was his wife! ---------------------------------- "What are you doing naked?", she said, more amused than angry. I hoped he had time to clean his cock, that was still a little hardened. At least, the window was open and maybe the smell of sex was not too evident. "I was changing for the pool and taking my clothes out to wash, but then I thought that Adrian's bed needed changing too". "Honey, Adrian could do that later. Is that why you are not prepared yet?". She paused a bit, her tone changing slightly. "Weren't you watching porn again?". "Don't change the topic. You know Adrian doesn't do shit. If you would let me...". "No, we have spoken about this. You are too harsh with the boy". "He needs to be punished, from time to time. He needs to learn". "I won't argue with you now...". "Of course you won't". I could not understand all the nuances that were in my master's voice. I only heard muffled moans and giggles and they went to the bedroom, her protests more and more faint. And then I knew they were having sex. I felt my stomach revolt at the idea. His cock, that had just left my ass, was now in her pussy, he was fucking her with me, his lover, present in the same house. I felt jealousy and disgust as I dressed quickly and left the house as silently as I could. I didn't know it right then, but things were about to end. ----------------------------------------------- That night I didn't sleep well. In the afternoon even Adrian had noticed that something happened with me. He offered to listen to my problems and help me find a solution. He was so loyal... and cute... That was what did it. I could not keep doing this. It was not fair. For him... and for his mother. So that morning I went to the house with the intention of telling my master just that. I had enjoyed the game, but it was over. The problem was, he didn't agree. "We cannot do this anymore... your wife...". "Enter the house", he said, grabbing me forcefully and dragging me inside. "My wife doesn't suspect a thing. You don't get to decide when this is over. Now, take your clothes off". "But this is not fair. Really. Adrian is my friend and..." "And what?", he growled. "You are just like him, a little wimpy rebel. But mom cannot protect you. I said, strip!". He took me by surprise with that reference to his wife. It had to be a reference to his wife. I started to protest, but I didn't even get to say a word. He grabbed me by the collar of my polo shirt and dragged me inside the bedroom. He violently undressed me, yelling and spanking me at the same time. He then shoved me on the bed. "Are you going to behave now? Are you done defying me?", he asked. I just nodded. "Then stop making a fuss, you like this and nothing has changed". I nodded again, totally conflicted about the whole situation. He noticed I didn't have my dildo on, but he didn't care. He just needed to get his rocks off, he was paying his frustrations on my body. I am not even sure he used lube. Not a lot, in any case. It hurt, but I had an orgasm all the same. This time he didn't make me lick it. I got up and got dressed and left the room in silence. Something was broken. ---------------------------------------------- Later, I felt guilty again. I felt I had betrayed myself letting he have me again. I needed to be strong. My master almost took no notice of me on the pool. Things had gotten weird. Then, when I was dressing to leave I saw that a button was missing on my polo shirt. I started looking on the ground. "What happens?", asked Adrian, concerned. "You are acting really weird today...". "Nothing... it's just, I lost a button...". Just then I realized where the button was. In Adrian's bedroom, of course. He had teared it off undressing me. "Let me see how it is...", said Adrian, but I frantically hid the shirt from him. "Leave it alone!", I said too forcefully. He looked hurt. "I only wanted to help...". "It doesn't matter, it's only a button...". That afternoon Adrian found me in the pool. He had his eyes red. He'd been obviously crying. He just walked to my side and put something in my hand. I knew what it was without looking. It was my button. --------------------------------------------- The next morning I was driving myself crazy. I was so used to my sex routine I felt something was missing when I didn't prepare to go to my master's house. I looked at the clock, knowing I should really be there by now. Finally, I could not deny it. At least I needed to speak with him. To explain what happened with the button and how it was his fault this time. To properly end our relationship. Or maybe not... It was a Saturday and my routine was different that day. I usually went to my master's earlier to be able to be with my high school friends later. On Saturdays I always went out with them. And their stupid girlfriends. I knew the brothers usually went to the beach with their mother, so I was confident he would be alone. It had to be a short visit this time. I had no time for anything else. It was too late, my friends would be arriving at any minute and I needed to be by the gate by the time they showed there, so they would not suspect anything. Nor my mother, who knew I was out earlier. But when I ringed the bell it was Adrian on the door. "I knew you were coming", he said sternly, almost resembling his father. "Come in". "Look...". I didn't even know how to start the conversation. Adrian had just left the day before, without answering me. "My father is not here. I told my mother about him". "You did what?!", I asked, feeling my eyes fill with tears, all my world crashing down. "That's the only thing that matters to you, hm?", he said, more sad than angry now. He walked to his room and I entered just behind him. The bed was neatly done. "My mother only knows that my father was fucking around with some boy. I told her I saw him with a boy, I didn't say it was you. But she was suspicious all the same. And she found all your chats in my father's computer. I have read them too. That was you, don't deny it... Andy". I cringed a bit hearing my nickname. "But... your father...?". "Forget my father! Really?! Do you really like him? My father is gone. He betrayed us. My mother kicked him out last night. This was not the first time. He deserved that. Do you know he used to hit my brother and me? My mom put a stop to that when he cheated on her the first time. When he promised he would do anything for us. I could expect that from him... But you? I still don't get why you betrayed me. We are friends. Or we were", he looked around, tears shining in his eyes. "In my own room, man. You did this in my own room... Did you really think I would not notice something was going on? Why?!". I just shook my head, crying too. I shrugged. "Why him? Why...? I was there for you, all the time. I... I liked you... You are gay, and you prefer him...". He blushed, covering his face with his hands and sobbing openly now. "Forget what I said, I don't...". I went to him and just hugged him... And he hugged me back, after a few seconds. He was an emotional mess, and so was I. We sobbed together like that for some time, maybe only one or two minutes. And then we sat on his bed and I started to explain everything to him. I didn't want to give him a lot of details, but once I started speaking I could not stop. I told him everything from the beginning. My friends, the chats, the ads. I could not bring myself to look him in the eyes. When I finished I just got up to leave. I was too embarrassed. "I... I understand if you don't want to be friends with me anymore...". Adrian got up too. "Did you really like that? What my father did...? Did you like getting spanked... and all? And... my underwear? Why?". "I don't know. He just... he just woke something in me. Something I didn't know I had...". "Wow". Adrian was looking at the floor, blushing. "Do you... do you still think we can be friends?", I said. I had been expecting him to hate me. Or worse. But I had totally overlooked how he felt during my story. He looked at me, all blushed. "Yes, but... you deserve a punishment!". I don't know if he was trying to sound angry, to really act like a master. But he was almost smiling, really. "I should spank you...", he added, feeling a bit stupid I suppose. But that turned me on even more than any order that his father ever gave me. I looked at him. And then, played along. "No, master, please!". I was almost smiling too. He was genuinely surprised when I called him master. But he composed himself and ordered me to strip. Like testing the waters. Unsure if I would do it, but I wanted it. He looked unsure now. He was dominating me, but it was really me doing it, somehow. He just couldn't take his eyes off my boner. His face was crimson. "I... could suck you, if you order that", I said. Again, he looked surprised. "Yeah, do that...". I dropped to my knees and opened his trousers, my hands unsteady, just like the first time I had sucked his father. He was breathing heavily when I finally fished it out. I admired it. It was almost as big as mine, and he was two years younger. He really had something of his father in him. I looked at his eyes, he looked almost ready to tell me I did not have to do it, but then I sucked him. He tasted delicious. I wanted him to fuck me, but he was trembling and cumming in my mouth in less than a minute. "Sss sorry. That was... I didn't want...". But I was still sucking his member, carefully cleaning it. I laughed a bit when I recognized the boxers he was wearing. The first ones I had cummed on. I licked a drop from them. "Maybe... maybe the master wants to...", he faltered. He just went to his knees and started sucking me, wanking it at the same time. All pretense of domination now gone. It was my first blow job and it was not a good one, but it was hot, and he did make me cum. And when he sat again in the bed, wiping his mouth, his face red and sweaty, his eyes a bit puffy, I could not resist hugging him again, and kissing him, tasting myself in his lips. "Was... Was I good...?". "Well, being a master is certainly not your thing...". He laughed. "I can learn". "You don't have to". "Maybe... we can play... sometimes? And be like... normal... the rest of the time?". I nodded and he smiled happily for the first time that morning. We kissed again, dressed and went down together, walking too close to each other, smiling. But there was still another surprise waiting for us. My friends were outside. "Hi, what are you doing here?". "Your mom told us you had just left. And we saw you enter the building". "We called you, but you didn't hear us". "And your mom asked us why we are going so early to the beach every day...". "Sooo, this is why you disappear all the time in the mornings?". I was stunned, almost trembling. Adrian looked at me and at my friends, who looked more amused than anything. And then he just took my hand in his. "Yes". And with that word he sealed our future together. And kicked me out of the closet. All in one.