Date: Sat, 29 Aug 2015 15:14:24 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 15

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I was woken early by Peter shaking me roughly.  Instinctively I slid
towards him and reached for his belt to undo his shorts and take his cock
out but he pushed my hands out of the way.

"We are going to Parc Omega, get up and get dressed, I'll be downstairs,"
he said and he left.

I looked at the clock and it was 7:30am which was when I had conditioned
myself to wake up so I could watch Peter dress through my bedroom window,
but this was a Saturday and this was the week when his parents were away so
I had expected it to be less 'work'.

I had never been a morning person.  That is why I had not discovered that
Peter came back from his bathroom naked each morning for months.  Though I
also had not thought to check because I had never been interested in
underage boys.  I was openly gay, even if the 'men' I had dated were always
in their 20s.  And I was top, or at least I used to be.

Now I seemed to be a sub for a 16 year old boy in the suburbs who used my
mouth to get off, often very roughly which was something I also never did,
which is deep throat a cock and now I was forced to do it all the time.

Fighting the temptation to roll over and go back to sleep I got up and
showered.  I again chose boxers on the off chance that Peter might agree to
sleep over and would see me undress (as boxers would prevent him from
seeing my cock in the way briefs would), a pair of blue jeans and a white
polo shirt.

When I got downstairs I was now awake so I checked out Peter who was
dressed more 'normal' than the day before (i.e. not hip hop).  Now he was
more dressed as a skater boy.  He was in a pair of baggy shorts (which was
a little hip hop as he was wearing them low) and a white t-shirt.

Desperately in need of a coffee I started towards the kitchen, but was
stopped when Peter said "where you going dude?"

"To the kitchen to make you breakfast," I said defensively.  I actually
just needed my morning coffee, but I would have offered to make him
breakfast once the coffee was on.

"We can get something later," he said.  "Give me your car keys."

"Do you have a learner's permit," I asked.

"Does it matter," he shot back.

I shrugged and threw him my car keys and followed him out to my car.

He had directions and before long we were on the highway on the way.

"So what is this Parc Omega," I asked.

"You will see when we get there," he said dismissively.

Remembering my day at the amusement park with his parents I asked "will I
be on my knees repeatedly in a public washroom."

Peter laughed, "nah, but you can suck my dick now."

I laughed, thinking he was joking until he looked over at me with a look of
what are you waiting for, nodded at his crotch and said "suck my dick
bitch."

I thought about the risks in what he was asking and said "that could get us
killed."

I still did not knowing if he even had a licence (he seemed to know how to
drive as he got us out of the city and onto the highway, though he was
hardly the most steady or confident driver).

"Did that sound like a question bitch," he said with the edge that
sometimes comes into his voice foreshadowing him roughly raping my throat.
I weighed my options: he having a flash of anger was even less safe than
him having an orgasm at the wheel and him raping my throat while driving
was sure to result in us hitting a tree or another car.

I undid my seat belt and bent over and began to undo his belt.

Getting his belt undone and then shorts open I fished his big cock out of
his briefs (purple Diesel for anyone keeping score) and lowered my mouth on
his hard cock (he clearly wanted to be sucked).

If he lost control and hit something I would surely die, with my head in
his lap and no seat belt on.  I would probably bite his cock off too.  This
was incredibly dangerous, which is probably why he proposed it and why he
was so turned on (he was hard almost as soon as I reached in his pants
without any manipulation from me).

The second I saw his hard cock in all its glory in the daylight there was
no question as to whether or not I would suck it in spite of the danger
(not that there really was before, just hesitation).

I wrapped my lips around this now familiar thick cock.

I contemplated whether I should go slow like the previous night, which
would mean being in this dangerous position with no seat belt and my head
next to the steering wheel for longer or deep throat him and go fast which
might mean a more intense orgasm for him that could lead him to lose
control of the car.  I opted for a new route, my sucking on the upper part
of his cock and using my hand to stroke the shaft (something I had never
done as Peter always wanted me to just us my mouth to get him off, either
by my deep throating him as I had learned to do for him, or him fucking my
face and ramming his cock down my throat).

After ten or fifteen minutes I could tell Peter was getting close.  He
signalled and pulled over onto the shoulder and when the car came to a stop
he said "deep throat me" which I immediately started to do, taking my hand
off his cock.  About a minute later he was erupting into my mouth and
throat and I swallowed his big teenage load as quick as I could.

Even though Peter had shot a massive load the night before from edging all
evening, he clearly regenerated quick as he had a big load for me this
morning (which probably was also made bigger by the excitement of being
blown by driving).  Since his cock was just sticking out of his shorts and
underwear I had to work hard to make sure nothing spilled out of my mouth
and wet his clothes, so every rope of cum he shot up into my mouth I
quickly swallowed without taking time to savour it.

While I didn't get to taste much, I still got the pleasure of feeling of
his huge cock pulsing in my mouth and throat and some of his cum hitting
the roof of my mouth and the sense of accomplishment that I had made this
boy cum.

When he had finished cumming he just put the car in gear and merged back
onto the highway before I had even taken my mouth off his cock.  I put his
cock back into his Diesel briefs, pointing it to the left as I knew he
favoured, and did up his zipper, then the button at the top of his shorts
and then his belt.

I then sat back and did up my seat belt.

Peter laughed and said "while you were sucking my cock we passed a truck
and the driver gave me a thumb up.  If you were a chick I would have
thought he thought I was lucky but you are a dude so I figure he wished he
was you, sucking my cock.  You fags are everywhere."

I hadn't even thought about people seeing us while I was doing that.  I had
just done what Peter wanted.  Any trucker would definitely see me from his
higher vantage point.  But probably people could see me sucking him from
even a car.  What about families with small children, kids were always
looking out the window and waving to people in other cars.  I was aghast at
the possibilities.  I looked at Peter and he just had a big grin on his
face, please with himself.

Eventually we got to Parc Omega, which was a two hour drive, so I
understood Peter's wanting to get an early start.  It turned out to be an
animal park you drive your car through.

We went into the main building and Peter had me buy a couple bags of
carrots to feed the animals.  Then he threw me the keys and said "you
drive" and then added, "by the way, I don't have a learner's permit."

The park was quite impressive.  It felt like you were just in the woods.  I
had no idea if it was landscaped as it had a logic to it so as to keep
animals in their own habitat and separate from each other.

The animals were mostly indigenous to North America (or at least were used
to the climate) and roamed free (unlike Marine Land, zoos and Park Safari).
In most cases the animals could some up the car, except for the bears and
foxes which were kept back by a rather subtle fence.

The park had five sections (it was huge): prairie, forest, mountain, lake
and boreal region.  Animals just roamed free and there were so many you
didn't have to search for them (except for the foxes, they were hard to
spot even though they were red).  The separation between the areas was
subtle.  It was done by terrain, as animals like their own habitat, and
sometimes they used a fence that was barely noticeable as it was strung
between trees, though you knew you were moving from section to sections
because the car crossed a metal grate on the dirt road (a grate than
animals wouldn't or couldn't cross).

I put on the radio channel that had information about the animals (ok, I
admitted already I was/had been a nerd).

Peter was over the top whenever there were deer.  The radio said there were
red deer, white tailed deer and fallow deer though I am not sure I could
have told the difference.  They, it turns out, were the reason we had
bought carrots.  They would come up to the car and Peter would feed them
through the window.  Sometimes they would get their head right inside the
car and Peter would squeal with delight and say "drive" so we would get
away from the animal who wanted more.

While I love the place, it also constantly reminded me (especially when he
let out a giggle or a squeal) just how young Peter was.

In the prairie area Peter was feeding one deer and a Bison came towards the
car.  We had been told not to feed the Bison (it clearly hadn't gotten the
message) and we had to scramble.  It actually hit trying to get a carrot
before Peter got the window up and I got the car in gear.  Peter found it
hysterical, while I stressed about what damage it might have done to the
car (turned out nothing serious, a scuff that could be buffed out).

In the final section, the Boreal Region, Peter simply announced he needed
to cum.  This was problematic, as while we were ostensibly out in the
wilderness, we were on a dirt road in an organized park with cars behind
us.  Spotting a side road that the park workers used I turned off the
official path and followed it until I came to a shed which is where I guess
they kept tools or other supplies necessary for these animals.

I parked and turned off the car and looked at Peter who just nodded towards
his crotch. I undid my seat belt and bent over and undid his belt.  I then
opened his shorts and fished his big cock out of his purple Diesel briefs.
Then I lowered my mouth onto his hard cock and began to deep throat him.

It took Peter about ten minutes to come and when he came (I happily
swallowed his big load).  In fact I almost came at the excitement of us
being in a place we shouldn't be and my sucking his big cock.

But when I lifted off his cock I saw there were caribou or reindeer (I
can't tell the difference, but we were in the Boreal area and that is what
the radio said we would see) with their faces pressed against the window.
I am guessing they were looking for carrots.  Car equals carrots I assume.
Nevertheless, it was disconcerting (even though these animals wouldn't know
what was going on and definitely wouldn't know I was sucking off an
underage boy).

It didn't seem to bother Peter who just rolled down the window and began to
feed them carrots as I put his cock back in his Diesel briefs, did up his
shorts and belt and started the car.

END OF CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

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