Date: Sat, 25 Apr 2015 18:37:42 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 10

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When Saturday came I had butterflies in my stomach and had barely slept the
night before.  I put on the tight leather jock under a pair of briefs I had
donned when Paul and Peter had come over for a swim.  It hurt last time but
I needed it again.  I couldn't be walking around the park with a visible
hard-on, especially around Peter's parents.

The jock had been marketed as being able to prevent erections and as
someone who got hard so easily (and came way too quickly) I had thought it
a worthwhile purchase.  I tried it a few times but I didn't know if it
actually worked (aside from it being so tight).

The one date I had worn it on ended before we got to heavy petting so my
cock had never felt the need to expand and when I put it on the last time
it was to hide my already hard cock in front of Peter's homophobic brother
Paul.  If it didn't work it was probably a bad idea because it hurt my cock
and balls and having it on under my pants made me feel especially gay and
conscious of the fact I was gay for their sons, Peter in particular.  If it
worked then I was going to be less likely to be spotted as the child
molester and man having sex with their youngest son.

Peter's parents put me at ease on the drive to the amusement park (as much
I could be at ease in the current situation).

Peter's plan of feeding me his cum throughout the day had me bewildered.
If his parents didn't catch me and have me arrested, what about park
security?  Surely there were security patrols and probably cameras all over
the park.  Not to mention crowds and the volume of people each of whom cold
call 911 and had a camera phone.

Early in the day at the park we parted company from his parents, as Peter
predicted.  Our separation began when he informed them we wanted to go on
the scariest roller coasters.  His parents initially waited and watched as
we went on rides that I wouldn't have set foot on in a million years if it
was up to me (and clearly his parents felt the same way).  I feign to be
having a great time even though I was constantly nauseous from the dramatic
up and down of the rides.  Eventually his parents announced that they would
leave us to do our own thing and meet us at the McDonalds at noon.

Once Peter was sure they were out of sight, he told me to follow him and he
led us to the public washrooms.

He literally led me.  He was two paces ahead of me all the time we walked
through the park.  He was a boy with a mission.  I struggled to keep up,
the leather jock chafing my crotch and under my ass as I walked.

I still had no idea how this would work, as public washrooms are just that,
"public".  But it turns out that in addition to men's and women's washrooms
there is a handicapped single toilet washroom in between the two at each
one of the toilet areas across the park.

Following Peter inside (and feeling every park patron's eyes on me as I
entered), I quickly locked the door and knelt on the dirty floor, thinking
the best way to get this over with was as quickly as possible.  Before my
knees even hit the gross floor Peter had undone his pants.  He proceeded to
jack his cock right in front of my face while I waited with my mouth open
for his cum.

I had not seen Peter stroke his cock often.  Just that first time when I
caught him jacking off in his bedroom across the way and then the next day
when he pulled his cock out of my mouth and gave it a few final strokes and
shot his cum all over my face had I seen him stroke his cock.

Peter was glorious stroking his big cock and his hand moved like a
jackhammer, pulling the skin over the head and back down again and again.
It didn't take long and he said "put your mouth on it" which I quickly did
and he shot his load into my mouth.

When he had finished cumming, I swallowed his massive load, and then gave
his cock one final lick.  He then did up his pants.

It was only when his cock disappeared into his underwear and his zipper was
pulled up that I realized how much pain I was in.  Seems the design of the
jock I was wearing was to just trap a penis and confine it so that no
matter how hard your blood pumped into it it would not be able to expand.
But having just had the boy who I loved jack his cock right in front of my
eyes and shoot his massive tasty load into my mouth my penis desperately
wanted, no needed, to get hard.

I couldn't walk around the park with a hard-on trapped into this jock.  As
I rose to my feet I realized I could even walk with my penis fighting to be
free of the jock.

"Hold on a second," I begged Peter, who was reaching for the door handle.

Turning my back to Peter I undid my pants, knowing he wouldn't want to see
my cock.

There was no easy way to solve my dilemma so I pushed my pants and briefs
down my thighs and then pulled the pouch of the jock out, letting my cock
expand.  I let out an audible sigh.

"What are you wearing," Peter asked mildly curious, seeing the jock strap's
around my ass.

"It is supposed to prevent erections," I said in pain and apologetically
knowing he didn't want to see my pants pulled down, "it hurts like hell."

I released the pouch which snapped back over my now hard cock, squeezing it
against my body, and pulled up my underwear and pants as quickly as I
could.

I checked myself in the mirror and while my cock was hard it was pressed
flat by the jock and thus only visible if one looked for it.  I was about
to convince myself that no one would see my erection when Peter said "you
put that on when you said good by eto Paul and me when we came for a swim."

"Yea," I said sheepishly, realizing that I hadn't entirely hidden my
hard-on that day.

"Don't worry," said Peter.  "Paul is too na?ve to have to have looked to
see if you are boned for him. But fuck that is so obvious.  I was amazed he
didn't tell my 'rents.  Do you think this will fool anyone outside?  You
know we will be having lunch with my parents, right?"

Scared shitless with an embarrassing hard-on, we then exited the
handicapped washroom to looks of curiosity, confusion and I thought perhaps
disgust from the people around.  Those with dirty minds, I assumed, must
have guessed the truth (and if they examined the front of my pants they
would have seen confirmation), that I had just had sex with this underage
boy.

I proceeded to follow Peter around the park, with my hard-on pressed
against my body.  The jockstrap partially hid my hard cock from anyone (at
least from anyone not looking directly at my crotch) but it had the
unintended consequence of keeping my hard-on from ever going down.

In the morning we repeated going to various handicapped washrooms and Peter
jacking off into my waiting mouth three times, between roller coaster rides
(less dramatic ones now that we were away from his parents), and in the
afternoon another four.  Surprisingly each time Peter jacked off into my
mouth it took roughly the same short time and produced the same big load.

All day long I walked around the park with a hard-on trapped under my jock,
briefs and pants, fresh taste of cum in my mouth and my 16 year old master
leading the way.  He always walked two steps ahead.  My hard-on didn't even
go down in front of his parents, at lunch, but thankfully they never looked
at the front of my pants.

As far as I knew, the only one who noticed my constant hard-on was Peter
who would mention it repeatedly, as he glanced back at me while we walked
around, thus adding to my fear and humiliation and further ensuring my
penis would not go down.

By the time we drove back home at the end of the day I had eight loads of
cum in my stomach and my breath must have smelled of Peter (my mouth
definitely tasted of him).  Though I am guessing Peter's parents didn't
know what his cum smelled like (though maybe they knew what cum smelled
like in general).

His parents, who I had only interacted with during the drive to and from
the park and over lunch, seemed really nice.  I am normally sociable but
guilt from what was happening when Peter and I when we were out of sight,
as well as Peter with me more generally, and a constant hard-on, made me
paranoid.  I barely spoke a word the entire day.  My total fear, which they
must have read at best as shyness, didn't seem to put them off and before
we made it all the way home they bridged the subject of them going away and
me keeping an eye on Peter.

I agreed I would.

They assured me Peter was a studious kid and never got in trouble,
something I knew not to be true.  I gave my word I would keep him in line
knowing full well I couldn't tell Peter to do anything and knowing full
well that he was in charge of me (having just proved that at the park by
making me kneel in a public washroom in front of him repeatedly that day so
he could empty his load into my mouth every time he felt horny).

Oh to be 16 and have stamina.

Eight loads!

I couldn't produce the amount of cum he shot in a single load over the
course of a day.  He had done it eight times in a public setting.

I got in bed as soon as I got home and after a busy day in an amusement
park I was soon dead to the world.

I was awoken by Peter gently shaking me.

Shaking always means I will be sucking so I instinctively moved towards him
on the bed and reached out to free his cock from his white CK briefs and
take his big cock in my mouth.  But Peter gestured for me to slide over to
the other way on the bed, away from him, which I did.

He then lay on the bed next to me.

I scooted down and began to finger his hard cock through his briefs.  I put
my mouth over it and licked and sucked it through the soft cotton.  His big
manhood ran against his thigh, rock hard, pushing the fabric away from his
body, struggling against the waistband to be free.  I used my tongue and
mouth to trace its outline up and down the shaft, up and down the
underside.  I buried my nose between his legs and inhaled his scent from
our day on roller coasters, and brushed my cheek against his cotton covered
balls.

Eventually, once the front of his underwear was wet and translucent and his
hard cock beneath cried out even harder to be sucked, he lifted his hips
and I pulled down his briefs.  To my surprise he leaned down and took them
all the way off.

I then set about sucking his cock.

Laying there beside him my head bobbing up and down on his cock, one hand
roaming over his firm young naked body I was in heaven.

Peter said "you are going to do this every night when my 'rents are away"
which made me suck harder.

Perhaps it was having already shot eight loads in my mouth or perhaps he
was just content to lie there and be pleasured but Peter didn't cum for the
longest time.  I didn't care.  I was happy to have him naked beside me and
his big cock in my mouth.

As the sky began to lighten, Peter reached down and took hold of his cock
and began to stroke.  I kept the head in my mouth as Peter jacked off,
something I had watched him do again and again all day long in the
amusement park washrooms.

When he began to shoot in my mouth I savoured the familiar flavour as I
hungrily swallowed yet another huge load, my ninth of the day (or, more
accurately, my first of the next day).

Even though the sun was coming up Peter kept his cock in my mouth as it
began to soften and he made no move to get up.

Finally, with the birds chirping and the sun having emerged into the sky,
Peter pulled me off his soft cock which I was still contentedly holding in
my mouth and reached for his briefs.  Getting off the bed he pulled them
on.

God this boy was gorgeous.  With the morning light I could see his
glistening young body, his increasingly defined abs and widening hairless
chest, his large cock hanging down over his balls, which disappeared into
his Calvins.

I watched him exit the room, his firm round ass framed by the white cotton
of his designer briefs.  It was so firm and pert, if he hadn't been him I
would have fantasized about fucking it (and if I hadn't become the new me).
Maybe he would let me rim him it just looked so tasty.

He probably would let me rim him, just as he wouldn't fuck me, I thought as
I pulled the Peter-sized dildo from the nightstand applied lube and shoved
it all the way into my ass with one stroke.

As I moved the dildo in and out of my ass I pictured him running from my
house to his in his white cotton briefs and then saw him enter his bedroom.

I watched him get into bed and pictured us doing that together when his
parents were away.  And with that, and one major shove of the dildo into my
ass, I came all over myself.

When I finally stopped cumming I removed the dildo from my ass.  Looking at
it in my hands I thought of his parents entrusting him to my care.  I had
corrupted their son.  I had sucked his cock and swallowed tons of his cum.
I had gotten him to steal his brother's underwear for me to sniff.  I had
impaled myself on this dildo in front of him after having begged him to
fuck me.

Then again there was nothing Peter had done that he hadn't initiated or
been comfortable with and much that I did that I didn't want to do (but
ended up loving the experience and him for pushing me into it).  Which made
me remember that Peter had yet to tell me what the fee was for stealing his
brother's briefs (and I guess riding a dildo in front of him while sucking
his young cock and the full day of him feeding me his cum).  I had never
asked what favour he was going to extract from me and now I was worried
seeing as I had agreed to be his guardian and given his parents my word.

END OF CHAPTER TEN.

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