Date: Thu, 16 Apr 2015 18:08:34 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 7

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For the next couple weeks I saw Peter in his underwear in his room most
weeknights doing homework or playing on his computer and naked getting
dressed in the morning after his shower and every time I did I would, once
he had disappeared from view, take the briefs from under my pillow and jack
off with them over my head.

I desperately needed my young master's cock and seed in my mouth again but
I couldn't text and Peter seemed to be too busy with school to make use of
my services.

Maybe now that I had told him I considered him my master he had lost
interest.  Straight boys are only interested in the chase and Peter not
only had conquered me, I had told him outright he owned me.  And I knew
first hand he could get new pussy so he didn't really need me.

Just when I resigned myself to Peter being too busy or uninterested I woke
in the middle of the night with what felt like a finger tapping on my face.

Groggily opening my eyes it took a minute to focus in the little moonlight
that was coming through my bedroom window.  Peter was standing next to my
bed in just a pair of boxers, his hard cock pulled out the fly and he was
slapping it against my cheek.

As soon as I realized what was happening I opened my mouth and Peter slid
his cock into my mouth.

Once in my mouth he took hold of my head with both hands but he waited to
start until I moved around on the bed so I was more comfortable.  I also
moved the sheets so I was covered, not having expected him to come over in
the middle of the night I was naked and my tossing and turning had left me
exposed when he entered my bedroom (the fact he hadn't left when he saw my
naked body made me hopeful untoned body and small cock around gay guys, I
really didn't want to be seen naked by this 16 year old straight boy with
such a big cock).

Once I was comfortable Peter began to fuck my mouth and throat with his big
8" cock in slow steady strokes.

I had figured we had returned to face fucking when he took hold of my head
but this was different.  He was moving in measured rhythmical strokes.

There was no urgency.  He was just leisurely fucking my mouth, in and out,
in and out.

As this was different I didn't leave my hands at my sides but raised them
to run over his stomach and chest and legs.  His body was so firm and
smooth to my touch.  I could feel the heat radiating from him in the night
air.

He still had his boxers on so I could only feel his balls and ass through
the cotton, but my hands roamed equally over them as he made love to my
mouth and throat.

Maybe making love is too romantic a word.  He was holding my head steady in
both hands like a watermelon and fucking it dispassionately as he would
that fruit; but being the fruit I am I read volumes into this teen boy
using my mouth leisurely to stroke his cock in the middle of the night.

It also occurred to me that he had snuck out of his own house in only his
boxers and into mine, putting both of us in serious danger if he got
caught.  That terrified me.  It didn't seem to bother him as he continued
to shove his large cock down my throat as though we were in no rush to be
done and had to be safely apart before sunlight rose.

In the cover of darkness the romantic in me took pleasure in the casual
pace Peter was fucking my mouth.  It almost seemed like he was making sure
he did not cum, as he would slow down every so often before returning to
his rhythmical pace.

Even at the faster pace I could enjoy his big cock sliding over my tongue,
feeling the blood engorged underbelly and the curve of the cockhead which
would stretch my throat when pushed in and the taste of his pre-cum when he
would pull almost fully out.

As the night sky slowly began to lighten, the enjoyment of having my mouth
fucked for hours by a cock that I knew with every fibre of my being
belonged where it was (down my throat) gave way to increasing panic.  While
in the lightening sky I could admire the young faunlet standing next to my
bed, I knew with the sunrise I would be revealed to be the teen molester
that the law automatically would define me as for the rest of my life once
the police arrived at my door (likely with Peter's parents being restrained
screaming apt obscenities at me behind a yellow tape wrapped around our
current location, the scene of this sex crime).

I don't know if Peter sensed my panic or just noted the light growing in my
bedroom but he suddenly gripped my head more forcefully and rammed his cock
deep down my throat again and again with increased urgency.  I fought the
urge to gag which was as overwhelming as previous times he had raped my
throat.  He had gone from this little boy who was fucking my mouth but
doing it in a way we both got pleasure to the dominant shit who didn't care
if I was hurt he just needed to get himself off.

Fortunately it didn't take long for him to cum.  After roughly fucking my
throat for less than a minute he just rammed hard down my throat one more
time and pushed himself over the edge, an edge he had probably been riding
for the past hour or so.

As he began to cum, without releasing his vice grip on my head, he pulled
his cock out of my throat so his cockhead alone was in my mouth and
unloaded the bulk of his cum into my mouth.  A few minor movements of the
head of his cock in my mouth, just to finish himself off and be sure his
entire load was in my mouth, and then Peter pulled his cock head out and
leaned down and whispered in my ear "don't swallow until you have seen
through my window that I have showered and dressed and left for school."

Not sure why he needed to whisper as we were alone in my room (he had never
been shy about barking orders or saying anything that came to mind no
matter how inappropriate).  Maybe it was because the sun was coming up and
he too realized we were flying close to the flame of being caught.

Shoving his hard cock, wet with cum and my saliva, back in his boxers he
ran out of the room and, I could hear, down the stairs and out the door.

Minutes later, I could see Peter was safely in his room.

There were no screaming parents or police sirens.  And it occurred to me
that if there had been, I probably wouldn't have swallowed his cum to
answer the door as Peter had told me to wait to swallow his cum until I saw
him showered and dressed.

I lay there on my bed, his load of cum still in my mouth and my cock as
hard as it had been the second he had shoved his hard cock into my mouth a
couple hours before.  I watched him across the way as he removed his
boxers, the cock that had been down my throat just a few minutes before
still semi-hard, a gorgeous appendage any man would be proud of and this
was a teen boy.  I watched as he disappeared from sight presumably to the
bathroom to shower.  And I watched as he returned from the shower, this
time without a towel, and sauntered around his room in the buff.  As he
moved around the room my tongue moved around his cum, savouring his
boy-cum's flavour.

Once Peter had dressed and left his room, I threw off my covers and sheets
and stroked my cock still holding his cum in my mouth.  I found myself
edging like he had, trying not to cum or swallow.  Eventually I couldn't
hold off any longer (I have no idea how he had stretched it out so long
fucking my mouth) and I came a massive load, bigger than I had shot in
years, all over my stomach and chest and even my head and the headboard of
the bed (in reverse order).  Even then I didn't swallow.

I kept this precious juice that Peter had deemed me worthy to share in my
mouth as I showered and dressed and drove to work.

I had felt violated when Peter had demanded a key.  Being divorced I
resented anyone having a key to my house.  My home is my castle.  Plus in
my home I have many personal secrets such as gay porn on my computer and in
my DVD collection, sex toys, and some things even worse in the eyes of a
16-year old boy (or the cops).  But today I felt my giving a key to Peter
had been the smartest thing I had ever done, even if it increased the
chances of us getting caught and going to jail, not just if his parents
caught him coming and going from my house but if they investigated the
extra key on his keychain (being a gated community, all the keys are
numbered and cannot be duplicated).

I only swallowed Peter's delicious cum when I arrived in the office parking
lot as I knew the receptionist would say good morning as I entered the
building.  When she didn't because she was on the phone I regretted
swallowing my young master's seed.

I didn't have my usual morning coffee or even eat lunch, not wanting to
lose the taste of Peter on my tongue.

Home at night, his taste being a distant memory, I did eat supper and went
to bed, watching him in his room from afar, worshiping this boy-god now in
briefs and not boxers.  He still didn't look across the way at me but he
must know I am watching as he had told me to wait until he was dressed
before I swallowed.  He knew I worshiped him and he owned me and if he was
fine with using me even occasionally I couldn't be happier.  He had the key
to my heart as well as my house.

END OF CHAPTER SEVEN.


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