Date: Sun, 23 Aug 2015 16:14:45 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 12

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The doorbell jolted me out of my post-coitus doze.

I glanced at the clock and it had been only an hour since David left.  He
couldn't be back for more could he?  My ass, as the grogginess lifted,
couldn't take it if he was.  He had been brutal on my ass.

He said he was only home for one night but he also said he needed the
money.

Throwing on a bathrobe I went down the stairs and by the time I reached the
door I had decided to offer to suck him (even though that was my thing with
his younger brother) for the same amount of money because my ass was way
too sore and he was clearly in need of cash to return so soon.

Opening the door I almost fell over with the shock of finding not David but
his father.

My heart raced.  Panic took over.  Did he know what had just transpired
with his son?  Did he know about his youngest son?

"Did I wake you," he asked.

I glanced at the round mirror above the umbrella stand and bench in my
foyer and realized how disheveled I was.  I looked like a mess and I was in
a bathrobe and it wasn't even suppertime.  I looked like I had just been
fucked.  Hell I had just been fucked - I had just been fucked by this man's
son.

"I did... I was about to... um... a shower," I stammered.  "err, just? had
a workout."

I wasn't lying.  I did have a workout.  My sore ass was proof of that.

I must have been scarlet red.  My heart was racing a mile a minute.

I just wanted to close the door and curl up in a ball and die.

"I was about to take a shower after my workout," I tried again with a less
shaky yet by no means confident voice.  Hopefully that would extricate me
from this situation - get him to offer to come back another time - and I
could close the door and curl up on a ball and hide.

"I wanted to give you a key, the alarm codes, our numbers and itinerary,"
the boys' father said, making no apologies or move to leave.  In fact,
without giving me a chance to suggest he came back later he said "can I
come in" as he sort of pushed past me (not as aggressive as Peter had
shoved into my house and my life, but I could see where the boys strong
willed confident self-obsessed attitude came from).

I guess what he thought passed for an apology he said as he passed me and
entered my house "we are going out tonight for supper before we leave
tomorrow and there is no other time to do this."

I closed the door and followed him into my own house, as he made his way to
the kitchen.  As our houses are identical, he clearly knew where he was
going and he was in charge.  It was very surreal.

"Our third son, David, who you have yet to meet, is home tonight so we
wanted to have a special dinner for him before we left," he said, which
gave me a little relief on the panic front as he obviously didn't know what
had just happened upstairs.

That little relief quickly evaporated as I walked behind him into the
kitchen.  I could feel David's cum leaking out of my ass and down my leg as
I walked.  In the kitchen I squeezed my ass as tight as I could, willing
what was obviously a huge load David had shot up my ass not to leak
further, praying that which had leaked out already would not drip down my
leg far enough to be visible below my bathrobe.

Pullout out a number of papers he put them on the fridge using my magnets,
as though this house was his own and he wasn't a guest.  Then again he
wasn't exactly a guest as his son had a key to my house and pretty much
owned me.

Just as I thought of Peter having a key, his father held up the key to his
house and said "Peter is pretty responsible and very independent.  This key
is just in case there is an emergency.  I put in a temporary alarm code for
you, 911.  The fridge is stocked and Peter can fend for himself, so you
probably won't ever have to use this key."

I didn't know if he was saying this because didn't want to impose or he was
expressing concern about my having a key and being around his son.  Even
the alarm code he chose for me suggested he only ever wanted me in his
house if it was an emergence.

"I expect you won't ever need to go into our house," he said, still holding
the key up, not handing it to me, as though he was reluctant to give me a
key to his house.

I should have appreciated that because I was reluctant to give Peter a key.
A man's house is his castle and he was leaving me, someone he had only
really spent one day with and didn't know me (a day that I had spent
sneaking off to publish washrooms with his underage son so he could shoot
loads of his cum in my mouth).

But I reacted to his attitude.  Right then I decided I was going to have
sex with Peter in his own bed (a thought that had never occurred to me
before, as I liked Peter being in my bed, which was much bigger).

"Just be available for him if he needs something" I heard him add.

I always am, I thought, every time he wants his cock sucked or wants to
fuck my mouth.

I don't know why I was reacting to this man.  Maybe I didn't like his bossy
attitude, something that I loved in his son.  Maybe it was defensiveness
out of guilt about what I was doing to his, now two, sons.

Having to squeeze my ass so tight to keep David's cum from leaking out
while he went on and on about what from his perspective was me doing him a
favour didn't help.

"Peter knows he isn't allowed to have people over and he is not the type to
try to throw a party but some of his friends might try to pressure him into
it if they find we are away.  So having an adult able to say 'no' will be
helpful."

'You really don't know you son mister', I thought.  Mister?  I am older
than this man.  Sounds like master, which made me also think 'I have no
capacity to say no to your son so I am entirely the wrong person for that
job.'

"A couple months ago he was staying out all weekend and partying with
friends.  He got behind in his homework and things were tense for a while
but lately he has been a saint, no acting up and very little going out."

'Not while you are awake' I thought.

I just nodded and tried to keep my ass cheeks clenched as I didn't want any
more cum leaking out and down my leg.  I could feel the earlier leakage
along the back of my leg and knew it was visible below my fairly short
bathrobe.

"Numbers and itinerary are on the fridge," he said, finally handing me the
key and sticking out his hand which I shook, impressed by his firm grip.
"My guess is you will barely see Peter so this shouldn't be an imposition
but we still appreciate it and we appreciate you helping our son with his
writing assignments for school.  He has become much more studious."

'Glad my willingness to let my mouth be used by your son for sex has saved
him time from going to parties, because I have never helped him with his
homework, that was an excuse so you would trust me with him, which you
definitely shouldn't, this week' I thought.

"Thanks again," he said, letting go of my hand.

Now that he was finished, my internally defiant monologue turned to terror.

I would have to walk this man from the kitchen.  When I turned around he
would see cum along the back of my leg.  And as I walked to the front door
more might leak out.  He wouldn't know it was his son David's cum, but he
would know I had been fucked and what father would trust someone they
realize had just been fucked with their underage son.  The oldest son Paul
was homophobic, and my guess is he got that from his father.

This man in my kitchen, whose son had just fucked me and left my ass sore,
this man who was about to leave me sort of in charge of his underage son
was probably a homophobe and I was in a bathrobe with his son's cum shiny
and wet along the back of one leg and visible below my short (pretty gay
looking, now that I thought about it) bathrobe along both inner thighs.  I
could feel the sizeable load of his boy's squishy cum still in my ass which
I was squeezing tight.

I was frozen on the spot, unable and unwilling to move.

Fortunately his personality meant he didn't notice, he just said "see you
in a week" and brushed by me and down the hall.  I heard the door close and
even then it was a good five minutes before I could move, going back
upstairs and crawling into a ball on my bed with my bathrobe still on.

I stayed in my bedroom in my bathrobe all night and called in sick the next
day.  I didn't want to emerge until this man and his wife had left on their
trip.

END OF CHAPTER TWELVE.

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