Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2016 00:46:48 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 46

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I didn't see any of the boys during the weekend.  I didn't even see Peter
in his room across the way.

Then, on Monday, when I got home from work, Wally was waiting for me on the
door step.  He was wearing a pair of dark blue and white striped board
shorts and a light blue t-shirt.  He looked like he was waiting to be taken
to the beach.

Having a teenage boy on my steps should have terrified me, particularly
since he was there for the purpose a suspicious mind might speculate when
they see a middle age man with a teenage boy who wasn't his son.  My
neighbours knew I didn't have a son and the ones who had lived there when I
had been married to a man knew I was gay.

I wondered if Wally had gone home and changed because I couldn't imagine
him wearing this casual outfit to school.  He did look cute in it, though
(which may have been his intention).  If he had chosen this outfit to get
me keen on sucking him off he needn't have got to the effort (I was a sure
thing), and the outfit had the opposite effect, it reminded me that he was
only 16 years old and made me want to suggest he go play in my pool instead
of giving him head.

But both of us knew he wasn't there to swim and as soon as I let him in he
went and settled into the chair, the same chair I had sucked him off in
before.  I guess he now thought of this chair as his to get blown in.

I left him in the chair and went upstairs, changed out of my suit, threw on
a pair of sweats and t-shirt and came back down.

Wally didn't have the childish eagerness of his younger brother when little
Ian came over for sex, but he had a knowing grin, clearly looking forward
to what I was going to do to him with my mouth now that I had returned.

I knelt next to the chair, as I had the last time, and pulled off his board
shorts.  As he had no underwear on underneath this left him bare assed on
my living room armchair.  Wally's cock was hardening before my eyes in
anticipation and I just stared at it, watching it fill with blood until it
was fully erect.

Looking up from his hard cock, I glanced at his face.  While he was still
grinning in anticipation, he also looked impatient.  After locking eyes
with me and grinning even wider, he looked down at his erection and nodded
his head at his cock as if to say 'what are you waiting for, get to work'.
I didn't need to be told twice.

This time I lowered my mouth all the way down around his cock.  I just kept
it open around his cock, trying not to make contact.  I just wanted him to
anticipate what was about to happen.  I wanted him to feel my breath and
the heat of my mouth around his teenage cock.

Then I clamped my mouth tight around all 6" inches at once.  This caused
Wally to let out an involuntary gasp, the effect I had been hoping for.

I wanted to please this teenage boy, who had designated me his cocksucker.
This was against my better judgement because he was both underage and the
older brother of a very underage boy I had fucked, sucked, been fucked and
been sucked by (something which if he knew, he would likely not think I was
the positive gay role model he had wanted in his younger brother's life).

I kept his cock tight in my mouth and throat for a good minute, fighting
the need to gag or come up for air.  Then I began to move my mouth up and
down, still gripping it in my mouth like a vice.  I moved slowly at first.
On every down stroke I was took it all down my throat.  On the upstroke I
worked on the head with my tongue.

As before, Wally just lay back in the chair and let me perform oral sex on
his teenage cock.

Before long I was lost in a singular focus on sucking on this young cock.
I suppose Wally was equally lost in the pleasuring that my mouth was giving
him as both of us jumped when Peter said "you really should close the
blinds".

Wally sat up straight and I jumped to my feet in embarrassment.

Peter must have let himself in.

Peter had caught me sucking off his classmate.

Was he upset?

He didn't seem to be.

Peter walked over to the window and closed the blind and did it again to
each window until all blinds were down.

Wally and I just stared wide-eyed and watched Peter do this, though Wally's
erection suggested he was not put off by Peter's intrusion and fully
expected me to finish sucking him off.

While his hard-on signalled he wanted me to get back to work, and I
desperately wanted to finish the blow job and get another load of Wally's
sweet cum, I had no intention of doing anything without Peter's
instructions now that he was here.

Turning from the last window, Peter, who was in jeans and a polo shirt,
began to undo his belt and pants as he walked towards us.

"You will probably want to run upstairs and get some lube," Peter said to
me.

I turned bright red.  Peter was planning on fucking me in front of Wally?

I didn't like this idea one bit.  It would expose this straight boy to anal
sex.  That is not something most straight boys would want to see.  Wally
would see my naked middle age ass, which is also something straight teenage
boys wouldn't want to look at or think about sexually.  It would make him
wonder what I had been up to with his younger brother (as far as I knew he
only suspected I sucked Ian's cock).

Jolting me out of this nervous aversion to exposing Wally to my being
fucked, Peter said, stepping out of his jeans, "we can just use spit if you
would prefer."

I looked at Peter in his white Calvin Klein briefs, which barely contained
that big cock even though he was soft.  I resigned myself that this was
happening and ran up the stairs, leaving Wally still sitting on a living
room chair in only a t-shirt and a hard-on, and Peter continuing to
undress.

Upstairs I pulled off my sweats and replaced my briefs with a white 2(x)ist
jockstrap and pulled the sweats back on.  If I was going to be fucked in
front of Wally, something I didn't want to do, I at the very least wanted
to hide my cock.  The last thing I wanted was for Wally to see my cock.  No
teenage straight boy wants to see a middle age cock.  And I was embarrassed
by my size (Wally was as big as me and he was only 16).

It had taken Peter an eternity to see me naked and Peter was the type of
guy who wasn't put off by anything.  I didn't want Wally to see me naked.
I also didn't want him to get curious what all I had done with Ian.  If he
did get curious now that he was going to see Peter fuck me, I didn't want
him to see my hard penis which had been inside his younger brother's ass
(and I knew I would get hard when Peter started to fuck me, even if I
embarrassed at having to do it in front of Wally).

Grabbing the lube from my nightstand I headed back downstairs to the living
room where I found both boys completely naked and both rock hard.

It was hard to believe they were classmates.  Peter was so defined for his
age, not ripped like his brother David but there was definition.  He was
also so smooth, the blond hairs barely visible aside from his pubes.  The
blond curly hair on his head glowed like a halo, even though the blinds
were all closed.  And there was that impressive cock jutting out from his
hips, which would have looked massive on an adult.

While the dark hair of Wally's pubes, treasure trail and emerging strands
on his chest and legs suggested adulthood, he looked so much younger than
Peter.  While hairier than Peter, the fact that his hair was not fully
grown in added to the youthful appearance of his slim teenage build.

"Bring me the lube," Peter commanded and I walked over to the boys and
handed him the bottle.

Peter reached out and yanked down my sweat pants.

"You aren't wearing my gym jock," Peter said, with a sneer.

I looked nervously at Wally.  He didn't look shocked at the information
that I had in my possession (and had worn) Peter's jockstrap.

Peter seemed intent on humiliating me in front of Wally and there was
nothing I could do.

I just stayed silent.  I didn't want to do anything to upset him, as I had
no idea what he was feeling (having caught me sucking off his classmate),
especially since he was about to fuck me with that big cock.

"Bend over," Peter ordered.

With my sweats around my ankles and standing there in a jock, in front of
two naked boys with hard-ons, I thought I couldn't get more humiliated.
But the idea of bending over and presenting them with my ass did just that.

I knew I must be beat red in embarrassment.

Reluctantly I turned and bent over, my sweats around my ankles, exposing my
bare jockstrap framed ass to the two boys.  Peter had seen it many times,
but I felt so ashamed exposing myself to Wally in this way.

Wally's younger brother was gay.  I didn't want him to think of gay sex
this way.  And I certainly didn't want him thinking of me and his brother
having sex in this way.

What Ian and I had was more sensual.  We cared for each other.  Plus Ian
was so young I didn't want him thinking of what we might have done.

Then, to my surprise, Wally took hold of my ass cheeks and spread them.
Peter must have told him to do this when I was upstairs.  This meant he was
not revolted by the idea of Peter fucking me in the ass in front of him,
which was a bit of a relief, though it opened a new nervousness as I had no
idea how this was going to unfold and the two boys clearly had a plan.

Peter squeezed some lube on my hole and some on his cock.

Peter then moved in behind me and, with one shove, rammed his big cock all
the way up my ass.

I let out a loud gasp.

He had taken me by surprise and it hurt.

I didn't want to gasp as I didn't want Wally thinking anal sex was painful.
But I couldn't help myself.  It hurt like hell.

If it was anyone else, I would have begged him to go slow or better yet
stop until I got used to such a big foreign object being shoved inside me.
But this was Peter.  If I asked him to go slow it would probably have the
opposite effect.

Even if I had been tempted to ask him to go slow or stop, the possibility
of speaking was closed as an option when Wally moved around in front of my
head and shoved his cock into my open mouth (which was open wide in
response to the violation that had just been done to my ass).

Peter took hold of my hips and shoved me forward onto Wally's cock.  He
then yanked my back so his cock was all the way inside his ass.

Peter rocked me forward and back; alternating which cock impaled me in my
mouth and my ass.

I was being spit roasted by two teenage boys.

I wasn't just being penetrated at both ends, the cock in my ass, even
though I had taken it many times, felt massive and I was being given no
time to get used to it.  What is more, Wally's cock, while smaller than
Peter's was still 6" and without being in control I couldn't help but gag
on it every time Peter pushed me forward.

I don't know if Wally was turned on by seeing me be fucked or just liked me
gagging on his cock but soon he was cumming down my throat.

My throat and my ass were so abused I couldn't savour his cum or even
swallow.

Gagging on his cock everytime Peter pushed me foreward, Wally's cum leaked
out of my open mouth and down over his cock, balls and legs onto the floor
as he continued to cum while Peter pushed me forward and yanked me back
onto his own mammoth cock.

When Wally finished cumming, none of which I was able to swallow as I was
too busy gagging and feeling the pain at both ends, Wally pulled his cock,
thankfully, from my mouth.

Peter, now not needing to push me forward onto Wally, stopped using my hips
to fuck myself at both ends.  Instead, he held my hips keeping me in place
and began to shove his cock in and out of my ass.

While this I had hoped would be less painful, as I was only getting it at
one end, Peter increased the pace and the force.

The battering he was doing on my ass continued and I could only grimace and
brace against the barrage.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Wally getting dressed and see him
leave.  Clearly Wally didn't care to watch me get fucked.  Was he revolted
by the sight?  Would he ask his brother what I had done with Ian?  Would I
ever see him again and, if so, would he want to fuck me instead of me
sucking him off?  I loved sucking him off, his cum being so thick,
plentifully and sweet.  Would he even let me suck him off again?  Would he
change his mind and tell Ian what I had done with him, either to quiz his
younger brother or in disgust?  I had so many questions but the fucking
that Peter was doing to my ass didn't give me time to ponder them.

I just tried to focus on relaxing.

There I was in my living room, in a t-shirt and jockstrap, sweats around my
ankles, with my teenage neighbour naked behind me ramming his big cock
repeatedly into my sore ass.  I could only gasp and brace against the
onslaught.

It seemed like forever; maybe it was forever or maybe it just seemed that
way because he was being so rough.  But it was a long time before Peter
shoved in hard and began to shoot what was undoubtedly a massive load up my
ass.

Given how long he seemed to orgasm, Peter was clearly turned on (though it
had taken him longer than usual to cum).

When he finished cumming he just pulled his big cock from my ass and began
putting on his clothes.

I stood upright, which was more difficult than I expected, as my legs had
cramped and my ass was raw.  I was, however, rock hard in my jock.  The
large pre-cum stain was evidence that, even though it had been rough, part
of me enjoyed the abuse I had received at both ends.

Peter pointed at the cum on my wood floor that had escaped my mouth as
Wally came.

"Clean that up," Peter said.

I got on all fours and began to lap it up.

Without saying a word Peter finished dressing and left, leaving me on my
hands and knees in my living room with my sweats around my ankles, my cock
hard in my jock.

Once Peter left, I reaching into my jock and gave my cock several tugs and
soon began to cum in the soft cotton pouch as I continued to lick up
Wally's sweet spilled cum.

I felt used and humiliated but I was so turned on I just kept cumming and
cumming as I licked the teenager's cum from my wood floor.

END OF CHAPTER FORTY-SIX