Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2016 18:20:24 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 29

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It was another week that I was left alone.

I had no late night visits from Peter.  I hoped like hell I hadn't offended
him with my outburst and that he wasn't upset I had done things with Ian
behind his back.

As for Ian, I didn't hear from him though he had no way to contact me other
than dropping by and I cant imagine that is easy to do when you are only
13.  I also didn't know if I wanted to do anything with Ian now that Peter
knew.

Besides, the fact that my back-up for a 16 year old master is a 13 year old
kid was humiliating.

I finished showering, which was where I spent most of my time reflecting on
the downward turns my life had taken here in the suburbs.  After toweling
off I crossed my bedroom to my dresser to pick out some clothes.  It was
Sunday and I had no particular plans so I was thinking maybe sweats and a
t-shirt when I heard a familiar voice I hadn't heard in a while.  Looking
out the window I saw David talking to his mother.  The two of them were
standing on the doorstep of the house.  David must be home from school.

Looking at him I was struck again by how handsome he was.  The first day I
saw the three boys I found them each breathtaking.  Each was slim,
athletic, and each with blond curly hair.  My first thought was how similar
the three boys looked, almost identical (I'd never seen brothers so similar
that weren't twins).

Then I began noticing their differences.  David's facial features are more
angular than his brothers.  All three could be movie stars but the
pointiness of his nose and the way his chin narrowed and was pronounced,
David could probably be a print model.

I was again struck by how David's blond hair is in much tighter curls than
either of his two brothers which keeps it closer to his head, very neat and
tidy which suits his angular face and his 'I am a business student' look.
Every time I had seen him, which wasn't often as he was away at school, he
was in a polo shirt.  Today it was yellow, and it clung to his body in such
a way you could make out his six pack abs (not as tight as a t-shirt but
tight enough to make his time at the gym noticeable).  The boy knew
marketing.

I also thought I could make out the outline of his large cock in the front
of his pants (which reminded me of the battering he had given my ass the
last time he had been home from school).  His cock rested under those
slacks in the hammock of what I knew were white Fruit of the Loom briefs
and ran along his thigh to his right.

Even though his chinos were pleated I could make the head out halfway
across his thigh.  Soft in his pants it looked like the head was bigger
than the shaft but I knew first hand that when it thickened the shaft would
expand less and less going up, building into the perfect battering ram.

His big pointy cock was probably like (something I wouldn't try in a
million years) being fisted.  I had actually fisted a couple guys in my
(long since gone) days as a top.  The way I did it was to point my fingers
so my hand was like an arrow head.  That was Peter's cock, pointed like an
arrow head.  Maybe I was starting to see what the two guys who asked me to
fist them saw in it.  My ass twitched at the thought of him using it on my
ass once again.

The more I watched David and dissected his appearance the more hot and
bothered I became.  I desperately wanted to be fucked by David again.

David was gorgeous there was no denying that.  Plus he was Peter's brother
so it had the added appeal of it was doing something behind the arrogant 16
year old's back.  Peter hadn't cared that I had paid David for sex, but
that was after Peter had bridged the subject with his brother.  I couldn't
imagine he would want me to do that again, which added to my wanting it so
badly.

Plus David was a college student and while I was still much older, also
about twice his age, he was legally an adult.  Sure he was straight but boy
could he fuck.  The challenge would be how do I propose the idea.  I
couldn't exactly walk over and bridge the subject with him in front of his
mother.

I had finished getting dressed while contemplating what should be my move.
Without even thinking I had put on a jockstrap, one of my own, a CK white
jock, clearly a reflection of my desire to be fucked.  Back when I went to
clubs and slept with gay people, instead of straight boys in the suburbs,
whenever I wanted to get fucked as oppose to top I would wear jock under my
pants.  I don't know if it sent a message or just nicely framed my ass and
made it more inviting but would always get fucked when the guy I hooked up
with got my pants off (something with the jock on and sometimes naked,
didn't matter, I would always get fucked).

I had also put on a pair of tight black jean and a black polo shirt.  Again
this was a subconscious choice.  It is what I would wear to a club as it
made me look younger and fitter and accentuated my ass and my package.

I don't know that any of these choices were smart to try to send a signal
to David to come over if he wanted.  I also don't know if it was a smart
choice to be wearing in front of his mother, but I was dressed and down the
stairs before I could give it a second thought.

Out the window if my dinning room I could see him hugging and kissing his
mom.  Damn, he must be leaving to go back to school.  I hurried to the door
and opened it and stepped onto the porch just to watch him walk down the
driveway.

While I had missed whatever opportunity (and I wasn't even sure if there
had been an opportunity because what was I going to say to him, especially
in front of his mother) his being home had presented, took solace in
admiring his body closer up.  That flat ass as he walked down his walkway
did make his legs look so long.  They were just muscular enough that they
exuded power, the power that he had used to drive his cock into my ass that
one (and probably only) time.  Just the sight of it made my cock stir.

Peter crossed the street to a beat-up old Volkswagen that I assumed was his
car, which he probably bought himself in an effort to be thrifty.  I
wondered how many years it would be before he was driving a Mercedes or a
BMW.

I kept watching as he drove off, wondering if he would ever fuck me again.

I resisted the temptation to wave so as to catch his attention (as a way of
saying 'hey David, remember me, I am next door and you can fuck me for
money if you want').  Like me, his mother was watching him drive away and
she would have thought it strange I was waving at her son, so instead I
turned to her and shouted "morning" and gave he a wave.  "Morning" she
responded though gave me a quizzical look, undoubtedly wondering why I was
on my doorstep.

Embarrassed, as there was no reason for me to be outside in sock feet, I
looked in the mailbox next to the door.  I knew there wouldn't be mail, as
it was a Sunday, but I couldn't think of any pretext to be outside at this
moment.  Fortunately there were some flyers, so I wasn't completely left
hanging, and I gathered these and went inside.

I am such a complete idiot.  What had I been thinking?  Did David's mother
now suspect I was after her son?  Would she then wonder about Peter?

This thought about Peter made me return to the question of was I allowed to
be fucked by David if I had gotten his attention and then he had taken the
hint and dropped by and offered to fuck me for cash?

It was Peter who had opened the door to the possibility of David fucking me
for cash.  But he probably had never believed David would fuck me, it was
probably just a lark on his part, and given the battering Peter gave my ass
after he discovered David had fucked me, to mark his territory, I was
pretty sure he wouldn't approve.  Of course part of me found that
appealing.

With the silly drama I had tried to create by going outside to connect with
David over with I went to my home office to do some work.

A short while later my doorbell went.

I was instantly excited.  Maybe it was David.  If not it might be Ian.

I had no other friends any more and Peter wouldn't ring.

Opening the door sure enough it was David.

God this boy was handsome.

I simply stood to the side and he entered.

"I saw you as I was driving off so I turned around.  Was that your way of
trying to get me to come over," asked Peter.  "If our same arrangement
holds I really need the cash."

"Yes," I said with way too much enthusiasm.

"I need more than $100," said Peter, "I have checked out some sites, like
rentboy, and the rates seem to range from a low of $160 to $300."

Peter had been right, David did do some research after the first time.  I
couldn't fault his business instincts and approach.

"Would $200 be acceptable," I asked, thinking of the $200 upstairs in my
drawer which I had set aside to pay Peter for basically a revenge fuck for
doing his brother.  Peter had said it wasn't about the money but only fun
(and lately he hadn't been giving me any fun) so there was symmetry to this
deal I thought to myself with a smile.

"Sure, but I won't do anything to you," David said, unnecessarily as I
wouldn't have asked him to.  I was happy to pay him this amount of money to
fuck me.  Hell, it wasn't my money it was Peter's.

"I will let you pick the position," David ventured.  "But I won't kiss you
or anything if we are face-to-face."

I thought about face-to-face, if only to watch this gorgeous blond
university student's face as he fucked me and came, but then I worried that
might not be pleasant for him.  What if he couldn't cum (it had taking him
a while the last time, when he was only looking at the back of my head)?

Then an idea occurred to me and I said "there are mirrors on the wall of
the dinning room, how about you fuck me bent over the dinning room table.
I can watch you but you don't have to look at my face, you can still fuck
me from behind."

The look of relief that spread across David's face told me I had guessed
right.  He really didn't want to do it face-to-face, just figured it was my
right as a customer because no escort on these websites insists on only
fucking from behind.

"You don't even have to get naked," I offered.  "You can just push down
your pants and I do the same."

I am not sure why I offered that.  I wanted to see this boy naked.  I had
just checked out his ass and his abs under his clothes when he had been
talking to his mom in front of the house.  Maybe it was because I knew he
didn't want to look at my face and was fucking me from behind I wanted it
down and dirty.  Whatever my thinking David clearly liked the idea and he
broke into a big smile, showing his perfect teeth (damn I wished he was
gay, I would so love to kiss that mouth).

I went around the living room and dinning room and closed all the blinds (I
probably should have them closed all the time given what I do in this house
with underage boys).

I asked David to wait and I ran upstairs to get lube.  There was no way I
could take his big cock without lube.  The last cock inside me was Ian's
and it was a third the size of David's, and that was over a week ago.  I
also grabbed the cash from the night table.

When I returned, David was sitting patiently behind the dinning room table.
He was on the far side, where he had a view of the living room and stairs,
which would make sense as he was waiting and watching for me to return,
though he had also probably chosen it because the mirrors are at the head
of the table opposite the kitchen and he wouldn't have to look at us (I
would have to turn my head to the left but that was fine with me because I
would be able to watch us from the side).

I handed him the lube and started undoing my pants.  He got up from the
chair, moved it out of the way, and did the same, dropping his pants and
underwear to around his ankles and began to rub lube onto his cock, pulling
on it to make it harden.  As my own pants hit the floor I was already rock
hard in my jockstrap which I opted to leave on.  David wouldn't care or
appreciate how it framed my ass, but I would be able to see it in the
mirror.

As he continued to pull on his cock and stroke it to make it fully erect, I
took the lube from him and applied some to my ass, pushing some into my
hole.

I knew this was going to hurt.  His cock, which was now almost fully erect,
was even bigger than I remember.  I was bigger than Peter's which was huge
(which made sense as he was older).

I suddenly regretted my choice of position.  He was going to fuck me from
behind he would not go slow (could I ask him to go slow now that I was
paying full market prices, and since it wasn't our first time?).

I bent over my dinning room table, my pants around my ankles, feeling like
the tramp I clearly was, ass, framed by a jockstrap, in the air wanting to
get fucked by a university kid who I was paying to do the deed.

David shuffled closer so he was directly behind me, his pants and white
Fruit of the Loom briefs around his own ankles impeding his movements.  I
pulled apart my ass cheeks exposing my rosebud and he aimed the head of his
cock at my hole.

As soon as the head made contact I decided to chance it and said "go slow
at first."

David didn't complain and he just steadily pushed.  Given its pointy shape
it spread my sphincter wider and wider as he pushed the big shaft into my
body.

Once all the way in he stayed pressed against me.  I could feel his curly
pubes against my ass.  Inside my ass the muscles got used to his enormous
cock.

"Ready," he asked.

It dawned on me that he probably had two speeds, being a straight guy:
motionless and pounding (especially when it came to fucking me, a guy, he
might be more responsive to a girl).

"Just start slow," I asked pleadingly, still not used to this big cock in
my ass, the pain barely moving down the scale from searing to mild
discomfort.

David took the first three strokes slow but then, without warning, gripped
my hips hard and began to pound my ass.

I let out a gasp.  I hadn't been prepared and it took me by surprise and
took my breath away and the pain.

Did this guy have no concept of slow?  Maybe he was worried he would lose
his erection unless he fucked hard.  I just know I had to grip the dinning
room table and brace myself as he fucked my ass relentlessly.

The sound of skin slapping on skin filled my house as David rammed his big
cock into my ass again and again.

David has so big he was hitting my prostate every time but the pointy shape
with a thick base was causing intense pain around my stretched hole.  It
did not feel like I was being fucked by a cock but stretched by a rocket.
Again I wondered if this is what it felt like to be fisted?

I was rock hard so I clearly was liking it on some level, even if I felt
violated with every thrust that pushed my sphincter apart along his ever
widening shaft.

I tried to keep my head facing the mirror on my left so I could admire his
gorgeous looks and watch his cock being rammed into my jock framed ass, but
he was fucking me so hard I was moving back and forth on the top of my
dinning room table.  I was being shaken so hard I was getting dizzy trying
to focus on us in the mirror.

I thought David had fucked me hard the first time, when he got up on his
arms and seriously began to thrust up into me.  It was nothing compared to
how hard he was ramming his huge arrow shaped cock into my hole.

My sphincter could not adjust.  No sooner would it stretch to accommodate
all of his shaft, he would pull out to the head, causing it to quickly
contract before it was forced open again.

The slap slap slap of our skin, and his and my increasingly frantic
breathing, meant that this battering thankfully wasn't going to take long.

In spite of the pain and the roughness at being battered from behind, I so
wanted to cum when he did.  I couldn't reach down and stoke my own as he
had pushed me so far up onto my dinning room table my cock pressed against
the wood.

As he continued to batter my ass, even though my cock was pressed against
the table, the jockstrap gave it a modicum of protection from the friction.
I could feel him pushing me closer, on the inside with his cock and on the
outside as my body was being moved back and forth on my dinner table like a
Raggedy Ann doll.

As David cried out "fuck yes" I knew he was starting to cum and, as if on
cue, I began to shoot my own cum into the pouch of my jock which was pinned
against my dinning room table.

Just then my front door opened and as we both looked up in the midst of our
orgasm, me lying not just bent over but pushed up on top of the table, and
David standing behind me, his pants and underwear around his ankles, with
his cock up my ass.  Peter was standing in the doorway having let himself
in with his key.

As soon as he saw his younger brother, David yanked his cock out of my ass,
hurting me in the process.  As he was in the process of cumming, I could
feel ropes of cum hit the back of my ass and my leg as he pushed himself
away.

I just stayed bent over the table, my cock crushed under me, and continued
to cum in my jockstrap, staring at Peter, who went from a look of surprise
to one of satisfaction.

David scrambled to pull up his underwear and pants, though as he still
cumming he got the last shots of his cum on both of them.

I just stayed lying bent over the table with pants around my ankles and my
ass up in the air framed by the straps of my jock waiting for my orgasm to
subside.

There was no denying I was being fucked on my dinning room table by Peter's
older brother and the fact we still had out clothes on, just pants pushed
down and me in a jockstrap, made it also equally impossible to deny I was
being a slut and had asked to be fucked by his brother.

I had no idea what was about to unfold but I knew it was not in my control.
And my cock was still sending its last few ropes of cum down my cock into
the pool in the pouch of my jock, likely seeping out onto the dinning room
table (for all I knew ruining the wood finish).

I was disappointed that David hadn't cum in my ass.  It seemed a waste to
pull out as he had started cumming and it was not like it would change
anything.  We had been caught (though I guess David didn't like the idea of
having an orgasm in a man's ass while his younger brother watched).

Slowly I pushed myself off the table.  I then bent down and pulled up my
jeans, knowing that my cum soaked jock would get the front went, but now
suddenly feeling like I guess David had, that I wanted to be dressed to
deal with Peter.

END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE