Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 13:40:27 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door

This is the story of how a 40 year old masculine, relatively closeted, gay
man, who had only come out in his 30s and had been a top most of his life,
came to fall under the control of the 16 year old curly blond skater-type
high school boy next door and came to love his new role (which includes the
sort of public humiliation and blackmail that can only happen today in an
era of smartphones and the internet).

The usual Hollywood disclaimer applies, including the one that appears at
the end of a movie that started "based on a true story" and ended with all
the characters are fictional and no similarity to anyone living or dead
should be inferred (or at least shouldn't result in a law suit because our
lawyers put this disclaimer in the credits).

Then there is the porn website disclaimer: this is a story that involves
sex between males and if that offends you? well then what the f*** are you
doing on this site? or in their words: you should exit this site (you
should probably also take a shower, cold if you have a hard-on and hot if
you don't have a hard-on and still want to remain a member of your church
group).

Then there is the disclaimer that only appears in this section of Nifty and
that is this involves sex with one or more underage boys as you can only
get stories like that here.  While stories involving underage boys may be
illegal in some countries, me doing it will lead to my arrest whereas you
reading about me doing should be fine (and even if you are arrested for
reading this story and your family and lawyer are disgusted when they learn
you were reading this story you have done nothing wrong and they need to
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With the business part out of the way, let's start?  Once upon a time in a
galaxy far far away (actually it is happening right now in Canada)?

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When the family moved in next door I couldn't believe my eyes.  Unloading
boxes and furniture from the U-Haul were three gorgeous and almost
identical looking boys.  All three had blond curly hair, blue eyes and slim
builds, though they ranged in height from the oldest at 5'11" and age 22,
the middle one at 5'10" and 19, to the youngest at 5'8" and 16.  Talk about
family planning!

Their ages I learned when I made a point of introducing myself by bringing
them out lemonade to cool them off from their heavy lifting.  I also
learned that the reason their parents had bought the house next door was
because the oldest two were now in university so only the youngest, Peter,
was still at home.  A smaller house was all that their parents needed as
once Peter graduated in another year and a half, they intended on retiring
and travelling.

Knowing that the two older boys, who were the sort of boys I had dreamt
about and only seen in Hollywood movies (you don't even get boys this hot
in porn flicks), we not going to be next door was a disappointment, so I
couldn't no check them out as they unloaded the van.

I knew from having lived in the neighbourhood for now 10 years that their
house was externally different looking but internally laid out identical to
mine, having been built by the same contractor as part of a rapid suburban
subdivision expansion a decade earlier (when I moved in).  The same floor
plans were used by this contractor for the entire neighbourhood with
different materials (stone, brick of different colours, wood, panelling,
shingles, etc.) on the outside to make each home look unique.

The layout consisted of a master bedroom on the upstairs floor on the right
or left (some floor plans were flipped to make the houses appear more
different) and a second bedroom on the other side, each with their own full
bathrooms (though the master bedroom and bathroom were larger).  On the
ground floor there was a dining room, living room and kitchen and a
washroom.

The layout of my house and my new neighbours was not flipped, so the
smaller bedroom was facing my master bedroom.  When I first saw these boys
I desperately hoped that they would end up in this bedroom, though when I
learned the two older boys were away at university I lowered my
expectations to maybe one of them might end up in the room when home from
college so I might get a glimpse of him changing.

As the day went on, the boys one by one removed their shirts as they got
overheated from unloading furniture and boxes.  Each was entirely smooth
without an ounce of fat on them, the only hairs visible under their arms
and, on the two older boys, a small blond treasure trail running from their
innie belly buttons into their shorts.  [I didn't see a treasure trail on
the youngest boy but the hair on his head seemed a lighter blond and his
skin seemed more tanned (guess he spent more time outside with his shirt
off) so it could be there just less noticeable.]

I tried not to stare out my window as they unpacked but it was impossible
and each boy must have seen me checking him out at some point during the
day.  I also couldn't help myself, which it what drove me to make some
lemonade and bring it out to the boys since if I was going to be caught I
might as well check them each out up close.

Up close they were even more handsome.  The beads of sweat made their
smooth golden skin shine in the sun.  All clearly had spent the summer with
their shirts off at some point.

The oldest, Paul, had broad shoulders and chest, but the middle one David
had the best abs.  I guess, wanting to outdo his older brother, who I
learned played rugby as well as studied engineering, David spent time in
the gym, when he wasn't studying commerce.  This was clearly a competitive
family.

While I checked out the youngest, Peter, briefly, the object of my
attention were the two oldest given their more developed physiques and the
fact that I had a thing for university guys - or thought I did prior to
this change in my life.

I had long ago accepted I was gay though I didn't come out until my late
30s.  That didn't mean I didn't have sex.  I began having sex with gay boys
when I was in university which was in the 80s.  But being gay was not
widely accepted yet and I socialized only with straight friends.  I just
snuck off to have sex with gay boys when my straight friend went to bed,
either in the park or a bathhouse or, more often as time went on, with
someone I picked up at a club as I became less concerned with getting
caught.

Probably because I started having sex in university I have always been
attracted to university college boys, in their 20s.  Being closeted I
didn't have any of the mannerisms that are adopted by gay boys who come out
in their 20s since once I came out my masculine persona had already
solidified.  So unless someone knew I was gay they never guessed, though
once I hit my 30s people began to assume I was gay as I didn't have a
girlfriend or wife (which is why I eventually just came out as there was no
denying it).

A few years earlier I had married a 25 year old guy (I live in Canada where
gay marriage is legal).  That is why I lived in the suburbs as we had
thought being away from the nightlife, parks and bathhouses would give our
marriage the best chance of working (it didn't stop my partner from
cheating and now I was recently divorced stranded in the suburbs by
myself).

For most of my life I have been a top.  This was in part because I was
interested in twinks, and young gay boys tend to be bottoms.  And in part
it was because I am masculine and boys simply expect or want me to be the
top.  It also worked for me because I cum easily (I am so fucking horny all
the time especially around a cute twink) so if I am topping I can stay hard
and cum three or four times in the twink's ass before I go soft and roll
over.

Back to the objects of my desire: Paul's broad shoulders and David's toned
abs were mesmerizing.  They both seemed to have ample packages.  Even more
mesmerizing were their butts.  Paul's was in a tight pair of white rugby
shorts, with rubber buttons I wanted to undo with my teeth, and David's was
in chino shorts (I guess in keeping with the preppy business persona he was
trying to project).  The benefit of both these shorts is that they were
relatively tight and framed their nice asses.  Paul's was more a bubble
butt and David's was flatter, but both looked totally fuckable (too bad
they weren't gay and were going to away at university).

Peter, being the youngest, was wearing baggy shorts.  Why white teen boys
insist on dressing like hip hop and gansta rappers in the suburbs I have
never understood.  Well I guess I understood it, but I didn't appreciate it
because I couldn't check out their butts or crotches.  What I could check
out was the waistband of his briefs or boxerbriefs and they were white
Calvin Kleins.  The one good thing about the African American influence on
baggy clothes is that it encourages boys to wear designer underwear and to
show some of it to the entire world.

Aside from a brief conversation, mostly with the middle boy David who had
this sort of forced confidence that I guess they teach in business school,
I did not talk to them again that day after bringing them lemonade (I was
too intimidated by their gorgeous bodies and Adonis like looks and too
nervous they had seen me staring to try to talk to them beyond the one
visit to bring them lemonade).

It seemed that the boys had just committed to moving the furniture and
after that one day of watching these three blond slim boys sweating and
unpacking in the hot sun I did not see them again as the family did not
move in for a couple weeks (and by then Paul and David were off at
college), which while disappointing allowed me to regain my composure by
the time their parents rang my doorbell to introduce themselves.

The parents were nice, though feeling guilty at having scoped out their
boys (and having jacked off thinking about their two oldest with their
shirts off in their tight shorts a few times), I was not the most
receptive.  As I closed the door I realized I wouldn't be invited for
dinner anytime soon.

As luck would have it, Peter did move into the room whose window faced my
bedroom window.  I guess having grown-up with two brothers he was not
self-conscious.  He usually was only in a pair of briefs or boxerbriefs
(always white, though different designer brands) or boxers (always
multicoloured with something provocative like a saying or caricature) when
in his bedroom and he never closed his blinds.

While I hadn't really noticed Peter that moving day, seeing him across the
way periodically in his briefs had begun to have an effect.  While he
didn't have the broad shoulders of his oldest brother or the abs of the
middle brother he had something else.  He had youth.

I guess I first began to notice him on the street when I would be leaving
for work and he would be leaving for school.  He would be dressed in his
baggy shorts and loose t-shirt, with his backpack straps on both shoulders
(in my day you only slung it from one shoulder if you were cool but I had
to admit that the new style was cute if only because it made him seem
younger than he was).

Before long I even came to appreciate seeing him in the baggy clothes.
When he wore them with boxers his cock would hang straight down and I could
see it swaying under his shorts.  Where I had dismissed this style as
non-sexual and unrevealing I soon discovered I could learn more about this
boy through his loose fitting clothes and the one thing I learned was he
was well hung.

And when I discovered he liked to hangout in his room in his underwear,
something I didn't discover for several months after he moved in across the
way (as I am usually a night owl and was never in my bedroom until two or
three in the morning) it changed my life.

I began to make a point of going to bed early so I could lie in my bed and
watch him in his room sitting at his computer or lying on his bed. He was
the most gorgeous boy I had ever seen.  While his older brothers had more
defined chests and abs, his lack of definition accentuated his
youthfulness.  This was a 16 year old boy, just reaking of virility and
probably knew it.  Plus, it was obvious he was well hung.

Night after night I would go to bed early and lie in my bed and look across
(I even moved the furniture around in my bedroom so I could look out the
window into his room while lying in bed), checking him out in his
underwear.

I hoped to see him naked, but I couldn't see into his bathroom from my
window.  I could see him on his bed and at his desk so I had to satisfy
myself with watching him in his underwear and satisfy myself I did.  Every
night, after watching him all evening in his room, I would jack myself off,
sometimes making myself cum three or four times without stopping jacking,
picturing him in my mind while the images were still fresh.

Any thoughts I had for his brothers had long since evaporated.  I was now
obsessed with this boy.  I would wait until he was heading to school to
head out to my car so I could see him close-up in his stylish baggy clothes
(I now thought they were so cool) and get a glimpse of his cock swinging
around under his shorts or pants if he happened to be wearing boxers (who
knew I would come to like baggy clothes and boxers).  And I was now
spending most evenings in my bedroom under the covers pretending to be
sleeping (in case he looked over, which he never seemed to do) so I could
check him out every minute he was in his bedroom doing homework or being on
his computer (I assumed chatting with friends but my horny mind speculated
wildly about that while I watched him through the window).

This went on for several months until one night in early December I came
upstairs and when, in the dark, I undressed and got in bed and looked
across I saw Peter on his bed naked stroking his big cock while looking at
his laptop.  He was clearly stroking off to porn.  I had spent hours
watching him in the hopes of seeing him naked or catching him jacking off
and never seen him stripped down below underwear (I even began to wonder if
he even jacked off ever) and now here he was stroking in all his glory.
And it was glory.  His cock was huge!

I had concluded his older brothers were well hung the day they moved the
furniture from the packages under their shorts.  But this cock - their
younger brother who was only 16 - was impressive in both its length and
girth.  Admittedly he was only 5'8" tall (so it might look large in
proportion to his body) and I was watching across the space that separated
our houses through both our windows and our beds from those windows, but it
had to be at least 8".

I couldn't help myself.  I got out of bed and went to the window.  I
assumed he couldn't see into my room, as the lights were off and it being
winter the sun had long since set so I felt no qualms about peering
directly through the window into his room.

I was definitely a big cock, at least 8" and I could see it clearly as the
light from his laptop computer was making his crotch pop in the dim light.

I watched as he stroked faster and faster and, instinctively, began doing
the same without any regard for the fact if I came it would be all over the
wall and carpeting under the window.

As Peter began to shoot I did the same.

But just as he came he turned his head and looked out the window directly
at me.

I don't know if he looked at me knowing I was watching or just happened to
look but he clearly saw me and while otherwise my instinct would be to dive
and hide the fact I was cumming made me immobile.  I was frozen in the
window looking at him as rope after rope of my cum hit the wall.

I hadn't even stopped cumming when he arose from his bed and, walking to
the window completely naked, that big cock now semi-hard and swinging in
front of him, as I had pictured it when seeing it swinging under his shorts
and boxers, as his massive load of cum dripped down his stomach and off his
cock, he close the blind.

BUSTED!

I spent the day at work waiting for the police to show up at my office to
tell me I was going to be charged with being a peeping tom or whatever the
offence is under the criminal code (and not just a peeping tom but checking
out an underage boy).

My stress levels were even higher as I pulled my car into the driveway
since I knew that before the police were involved I would probably have to
face his parents.  They would confront me and yell at me and call me all
sorts of awful names, all of which I deserved.

When the doorbell rang my worst fears seemed to be realized and after some
hesitation I opened the door to deal with his parents' wrath.

Opening the door there was Peter.

"How's it goin', bro?"

I am not a "bro" by any means.  I'm three times his age.

Peter was wearing his usual hip hop attire, a tanktop and baggy shorts that
were so low I could see the upper half of his Abercrombie and Fitch white
boxer briefs.  Fuck me.  Did he choose those because A&F is every gay
person's fantasy catalogue?

"Good, you?" I replied, trying to pretend that what had happened last night
had not and that we were just two friend saying hi.

He offered his hand.  "Good, man, good.  I'm Peter."

I realized we had never actually spoken.  On the day they moved in I had
only spoken to his brother and had largely ignored him, though from
stalking him for months I might have constructed in my head a scenario
where we knew each other well.

I shook his hand, trying to act non-plussed, and said "Hi".

"I need a drink?" he said as he pushed by me into my house.  He was
underage and I didn't invite him in but I didn't dare challenge him so I
meekly followed this hot teenage boy into my own house as he headed towards
the bar in the livingroom.

Peter seemed to know where he was going and what he was doing and moved in
behind the bar, selected the Grey Goose Vodka and filled two shot glasses,
handing one to me.

Any thoughts about drinking with a minor had long since evaporated and we
downed them together.  He made the cutest pained expression after taking
the shot.

"What kind of stuff you get into?"

"I work and I do some photography and I like to travel..." I replied.

"That's not what I mean."  Peter's face turned gravely serious.  "You know
what I mean.  What do you get into?"

Holy shit.  Holy shit.  No fucking way this was happening.  "Like..."

"Okay, look," Peter said.  "I don't have time to tiptoe around as my 'rents
will be home soon.  I saw the way you looked at my brothers when we moved
our furniture and I've seen you checking me out and I caught you jacking
off staring at my through the window last night.  Now do you want to suck
my cock or don't you?"

Silence.  My eyes involuntarily dropped to his crotch.  The bagg shorts.
The partly exposed Abercrombie & Fitch white boxer briefs.  Both hiding a
16-yo teen boy cock that I knew was big.  "Um... I..."

"Get on your knees."

I didn't know what to do - I obeyed his command and dropped onto the floor.
He stepped up in front of me.  His crotch was a foot away.

"Word is in the neighbourhood you are gay so I am guessing you have sucked
dick before?" he asked.  I nodded.  "Good."  Then he unbuckled his belt,
slipped off his pants, and revealed white Abercrombie & Fitch boxer briefs
and an impressive bulge.  He gave his junk a little tug.  "You want this?"

I looked up at him silently.  Still sort of shocked.

"DO YOU WANT MY COCK OR NOT.  ANSWER ME, BITCH."

"Yes!" I blurted.  "I want your cock."

Peter hooked his thumbs in his waistband and threw them down around his
ankles.  Out popped a soft cock.  A soft, 6-inch and thick cock.  This dude
was as hung as I thought from a distance.  He must've seen my eyes go wide
because he laughed.  "Yeah you want it all right.  Okay, start sucking,
faggot."

I reached a hand up to his cock, but he slapped it away.  "I said SUCK not
TOUCH."

"Sorry..." I muttered and reached up with my open mouth.  I wrapped my lips
around his thick cock and started sucking.  Immediately I salivated and
drooled all over, some saliva escaping my lips and falling to the floor.
His cock hardened in my mouth, growing bigger... longer...

And then he was at full-mast.  I popped his cock out of my mouth to take a
look.  Holy fuck.

"Jesus... big dick, man," I complimented.

"Yeah you like sucking big dicks like that?"

I looked up and realized he was holding his smart phone and pointing it
down at me.

"Are you taking a photo?"

"Nah.  A video."

I quickly stood up.  "What the fuck!"

"Get back on your knees now.  NOW."

"No way... turn that off and delete it."

"Really? You want me to tell my parents about you scoping out my bros and
my catching you jacking off staring into my bedroom window."

"You can't prove any of that," I said defensively though without any great
conviction.

"Might not have been able to, but now I have proof and if you don't do as I
say, I will put this all over the Internet, bitch. Now I don't want to do
that, so let's just agree to get along, okay?"  Peter grabbed my shoulder -
hard - and shoved me back to the ground.  My knees buckled below me.  Shit
this dude was strong for a 16-yo teen.  He kept the camera phone aimed at
my face.  "Now SUCK, faggot."

Well shit, I thought.  I don't really have a choice... may as well enjoy
it.  I slurped up and down Peter's big long rod and before long he started
uttering some moans.  They were fucking sexy and boyish.  I noticed his
legs tremble a couple times and knowing he was feeling good just egged me
on.  I started getting really into it, sucking all the way up and down
fast.

"Fuck yeah, suck my big fuckin' cock, bro!" he yelled and started pumping
in and out.  "Fuuuuck that feels good, dude, you like that?"

I popped his cock out of my mouth.  "Fuck yeah you've got such a nice
cock."  Then, Peter grabbed his dick and started jerking it.

"Open up, I'm gonna cum," he commanded.  One hand jerked his cock while the
other focused the camera phone on my face.  I opened my mouth and stuck out
my tongue.  "Fuck... oh fuck... oh fuuuuuckk..."

Peter spurted once on my tongue, then let out a HUGE spurt that arced over
my face and onto my hair, followed by a third huge spurt that drenched my
face and made me close my eye.  And then a fourth.  And a fifth.  "Fuck
yeah, take that cum, bitch!" A sixth... a seventh... my face was covered in
shot after shot of warm cum.  It dripped down off my chin and onto my
chest.  I tasted it's salty sweetness in my mouth.

When he was done, he shoved his cock in my mouth and made me suck it.
"That's a good boy.  Damn you look hot like that all covered my cum."

I wiped off my eyes and then opened them.  He was still filming.  Well
fuck.  If he didn't have incriminating evidence on me before, he now had
the world's most cum-covered facial video starring me.  Finally, he stopped
filming.

"Good job, bro."  He pulled up his underwear, then his pants.  "Thanks bro,
later".

Walking to the end table he grabbed a notepad and wrote down his cellphone
number.  "Text me so I have your cel".

He opened the door and was about to leave when he added, "Obviously, you
tell a soul and this video gets leaked.  Once I get your number I will be
texting you.  I never have a lot of time cause of the 'rents so make
yourself available for me to come over right away when I test or I leak the
video.  Not that you wouldn't come, right?  I mean, let's be honest... I'm
a good looking guy with a big fucking cock. You should feel lucky I let you
watch my in my underwear and let you suck my big cock."  He snapped the
door shut.

And there I was, still on my knees in my own livingroom covered in this
teenagers warm cum.  Blackmailed.  But to be honest... this might be kind
of exciting... I would suck his cock again any day.

I locked the door after he left and let some of his warm boy cum drip into
my mouth.  Damn this was hot... I also had a raging erection from pretty
much the moment I got on my knees.  Without further ado, I dropped my own
pants and underwear, flopped onto my couch, wiped as much of his cum off
myself with my hand as I could (and I could get a fair amount - the dude
came buckets) and slathered it on my own hard cock.

I stroked my 6" cock up and down, lubricating it with Peter's cum.  I
trembled just thinking about what had happened... countless ropes of cum
arching all over my face as he filmed me with a smug grin.  Used me.
Fuck... I stroked faster and faster, imagining that smug fucking face.
Imagining that strong teen hand that shoved me back to the ground.
Imagining that big thick cock shoved deep in my throat.  He was right - I
would do it again in a heartbeat.

Just then I heard a rap at the window.  It was Peter.  I stopped, hand
around my lubed up cock, and froze.

Peter gave me the biggest, cockiest smirk I'd ever seen.  "BUSTED" he
mouthed as he peered at me through the window.  He then turned and walked
through the hedge to his property, leaving me alone again.

END OF CHAPTER ONE.

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