Date: Sat, 11 Apr 2015 14:23:33 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 5

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I knelt there in front of my open bedroom door and sucked on Peter's cock
which was hardening in my mouth.

I could taste the pussy juice which revolted me and I could see the naked
girl on the bed which reviled me even more but the harder his cock got in
my mouth the more I got turned on and the harder I sucked.

Here I was in my own home, pants around my ankles cum everywhere having
just shot a huge load on myself and on the bedroom door listening to these
teenagers fucking in my bedroom.  And now I was sucking on Peter's teenage
cock in front of the girl he had just fucked.

As soon as Peter's was fully hard his natural instincts took over and he
grabbed my head with both hand and began to viciously fuck my mouth.

I fought the need to gag.  The last thing I wanted was to show weakness in
front of this girl.

How insane was that?  I had let Peter fuck a girl in my bed and I was being
face fucked by him in front of that girl and I could see her naked on my
bed and all I could of think of was 'don't gag in front of her', 'show her
you can take his cock like a man'.

I didn't even close my eyes.  I kept looking at her as Peter ravaged my
mouth and throat.

Thankfully it didn't take him long.

The combination of how rough he was fucking my mouth and the situation had
Peter shooting a load down my throat in a matter of minutes.

I could feel along my tongue his penis unloading though the head of his
cock was too far down my throat to taste anything.

As he pulled out I desperately tried to suck on him and get some semen on
my tongue but I failed and I was left kneeling in front of the door lapping
at air like a starving mongrel on a street corner.

As Peter walked away naked and I saw the naked girl watching me from the
bed I suddenly became self-conscious.  My pants and underwear were around
my ankles and my hard cock, which was smaller than Peter's was rock hard
for both of them to see.

Even though I was overwhelmed by self-consciousness in my own home, I just
knelt there exposed as Peter and this girl began gathering their clothes,
chatting as though nothing had happened.  They had just fucked and she had
watched Peter fuck my mouth with such intensity that my throat was actually
sore and now here they were just putting on their clothes as though this
shit happens all the time and there wasn't a middle aged man kneeling in
the doorway with his hard cock exposed.

As they went downstairs and left I ripped off my clothes and jumped into
the bed they had just fucked in.

I could smell their sweat and secretions on my sheets.

The smell of her was everywhere.

Having tasted her on Peter's cock I knew way too intimately what she smelt
and tasted like and her juices were all over my bed sheets.

He must have moved her around because her odor was not just in the centre
of the bed where she was oozing out around his cock but everywhere.

And the more I thought about how and where he must have fucked her, the
more I rolled around the bed and stroked my cock and sniffed and pictured
them.

I fell asleep on the sheets they had soiled having contributed my own load.

In the morning I could still smell her and I found myself again stroking my
wood and thinking about Peter and this teenage girl who I had seen naked
but had not even learned her name.

When I got out of bed, having shot another load just from the smell of them
on my sheets, I bizarrely found myself hesitating over stripping the bed
and washing the sheet.

What was wrong with me?

It was not even like what I smelt reminded me of something Peter had done
to me.  It was sex he had with a girl which I didn't see, though I heard
and could only imagine.

As I reluctantly stripped the bed I could feel my asshole contracting and I
realized that listening to Peter with this girl had triggered in me an
overwhelming desire to be fucked.

As soon as I realized it I immediately panicked.  Peter was underage and
while I could go to jail for sucking his cock, anal sex carried with it and
even greater penalty.

But there was no denying my hole squeezing hungrily at the thought of
Peter's big cock plowing into it the way he must have rammed into that girl
the night before.

The entire day, as I ran errands, I kept thinking of the possibility and
the danger of being fucked by this boy and the more I thought about it the
more my ass ached.

When I got home and finished drying the sheets I glanced over at Peter's
room.  While a Saturday, Peter was home and walking around his bedroom in a
pair of white briefs.

My eyes roamed over his body which was showing definition in spite of his
young age and that package that was so impressive and I knew now from
experience packed a hefty punch, one that had ripped apart my throat and I
so wanted to be shoved in my ass.

For the first time ever I saw Peter glance across at me and I immediately
turned bright red, having been caught staring at him through the window.

Seconds later my phone buzzed and picking it up I saw a text from Peter
"thanks for the use of your room."

"No problem," I texted back.

No problem?  I hated letting him use my room for sex with a girl.  I hated
he was with a girl.  I hated being helpless.  I also was turned on.

I was so confused.

"I owe you one" he texted back.

Without thinking, my lust that had dominated my day took over and I texted
him "please fuck me?"

"That's gross" came the reply.

Now I wanted it even more.  But I knew better than to push it if Peter
found it gross.  In fact, I was lucky he was texting with me as that had
previously been off bounds.

My earlier idea sprung to mind, even though I knew the expression 'I owe
you one' is not an IOU or an offer.

"Can I have a pair of your briefs" I texted back.

"LOL" came the reply.

I didn't hear from Peter, or see him in his room, for the rest of the
weekend.

On Monday morning I rose early as now was my routine and caught Peter
coming back from the shower and wanked watching him dress.

I found myself touching my hole as I wanked dreaming of him shoving that
gorgeous cock into me, even though I knew that would never happen.

When I got home from work I found Peter had shoved a pair of his briefs -
the pair he had been wearing Saturday morning (white CKs) - through my mail
slot.

I ran up the stairs two at a time, like a 10 year old on Christmas morning,
stripping my clothes as I ran and threw myself on the bed.

The briefs were visibly soiled.  I couldn't tell if he had worn them all
weekend long but the elastic around the legs was a brownish grey from
sweat, there was a cum stain on the crotch where Peter must have stroked
out a load for my benefit.  There was even a skid mark in the back which
normally would have revolted me but I found my tongue drawn to as soon as I
discovered it.

I stroked my cock raw as I sucked on his briefs and tried to get the dried
cum and sweat out of the soft cotton fabric.  It smelled and tasted so
delicious as only a teenage boy's briefs could.

I must have cum five times that night just sniffing and sucking his briefs.
So caught up in them I was that I didn't bother glancing across the way to
see if Peter was in a different pair in his room.

In the morning when I woke I reached for his briefs, which were still in
the bed with me.  Sadly when I held them to my nose, the smelled of my
saliva and not Peter's cum and sweat.

Glancing across I saw Peter just pulling up his pants, a fresh paid of
white CK briefs disappearing from view.

Reaching for my phone I texted him "I need another pair".

"LOL" came the reply.

"I am serious" I texted back desperately.

"They aren't cheap" he responded.

"I'll buy" I answered without hesitation.

After a few minutes the text came: "My cum isn't free".

"How much," I asked.

"$10".

"OK" I answered without hesitation.

"Deal" he texted and then "I'll pick up the new briefs after school."

And suddenly our relationship changed with me going to the store and buying
a stack of white CK briefs size small.

I was home waiting when the door opened (Peter didn't bother ringing the
doorbell, I guess he just knew the door would be unlocked) and Peter strode
in.

I was eagerly waiting, sitting on a chair with the stack of briefs in front
of me.

Peter undid his pants as he strode across the room and I automatically
moved to my knees knowing I was about to be face-fucked.

Peter's hard cock was out of his pants and in my mouth almost as soon as my
knees hit the ground.

One hand on the back of my head Peter proceeded to shove his cock down my
throat in a steady rhythm as he picked up the packages of briefs and
examined them.

"They are all white" Peter said as I sucked on his large cock.

"Guess you want to see all the stains" he mused as I failed to respond, my
mouth being otherwise occupied.

"So I will wear a pair each day to school and then jack off in them at
night" Peter said as I tried to mumble an affirmative noise around his
ample cock.

"And you will give me $10-a-day" he said dropping the packages and grabbing
my head in both hands.

I don't know if it was my expertise as a cocksucker or the thought of
making money but Peter was suddenly cumming down my throat with my head
firmly between his hands.

I could feel him cumming as the underside of his cock pulsed along my
tongue, his load going directly into my stomach.

Releasing my head and pulling his cock from my throat I got a brief taste
of cum as the head of his cock passed over my tongue.

"Nice doing business with you" Peter said as he did up his pants, gathered
the packages of briefs and turned to exit my house.

"You should lock your door," he added "and I'll need a key" just as he
slammed the door.

Not clear when I had undone my own pants I finished stroking my cock and
came all over the floor still kneeling, having just agreed to pay this
teenage boy $10-a-day just to jack off plus the cost of a new pair of
Calvin's.  Then again, when he face fucked me I didn't get to taste his cum
as he always came buried deep down my throat so the cost would be worth it
because god did I want this boy's cum.

Just then my asshole instinctively twitched again and I knew I had to find
some way to convince him to fuck me.

END OF CHAPTER FIVE.


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