Date: Thu, 14 Jan 2016 12:37:24 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 20

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On Friday morning, after I had sucked Peter awake and swallowed his morning
load, Peter said "so it is time for you to repay me for my generosity."

It took me a moment or two to remember that back when he gave me his oldest
brother's underwear and brought him over to swim in his speedos that he had
said there would be a price to pay.

"What did you want," I asked nervously though resignedly (not because I
felt I owed him but because I couldn't refuse this boy anything and here he
was naked in my bed my having just sucked his big cock).

"I am going to have a party here," he said.

"But I promised your father..." before I could finish he cut me off.

"Are you really going to go there?"

I realized his point on a several levels.  Violating his father's trust was
something I had been doing all week, and a party was tame compared to
sucking his son's cock every night and morning and sleeping in the same bed
which is where we were right then.  We had even had sex in his father's
house even though he had made it clear I was only to go in for emergencies.
A party was tame.  Peter had been wonderful to me all week and I worshiped
him, maybe even loved him.

"Why my place and not yours," I asked.

"Because if my father asks me if I threw a party while he was away I can
honestly say no," he said.  "It is you throwing the party in your house."

"But what if he asks me if you threw a party," I asked.

"You lie, he isn't your father" he said dismissively.  "Would you answer
honestly if he asked if you have been sucking my cock?"

Good point.

Even though I had no intention of saying no, Peter sternly added "for the
rest of the weekend you best call me 'sir' since I think this week made you
forget your place."

I looked at him quizzically.  Was he serious?  We had almost been romantic
this week and now we were back to this?

The look on his face made clear he was, and of course seeing this gorgeous
blond Adonis naked in my bed, his big cock still semi-hard after it shot a
morning load in my mouth left no doubt in my mind that I was at his mercy.

"Yes sir," I said meekly.

"Not at the party though," he added.  "I don't want any of my schoolmates
to know you are my faggot cocksucker,"

With that it was back.  I was once again nothing more than a hole to be
used by him to get off, and Peter was once again my master and not my
friend.

Peter then laid out the instructions which I followed after work.  I bought
kegs of beer (I insisted no hard liquor and he thankfully acquiesced
because I was in no position to say no to this boy if he had insisted) and
snacks.

By 9pm my place was packed with high school students.  I spent the evening
running around picking up empty glasses, cleaning up spills and most
troubling some puke, trying to ensure nothing got broken or set on fire and
that the noise was in control so the police didn't come as there was no way
in hell I could explain a party of underage kids in my house with me
present.  Throughout it all I thought I would have a heart attack at the
stress.

I actually didn't see Peter much.  For all I knew he was using my bedroom
to have sex with girls.  I was too preoccupied with keeping the party under
the radar.

When people finally started moving out I breathed a sigh of relief.  The
night had come off without a major problem.  There were no calls to the
police and no ambulances.  I only hoped no one got in trouble at home or on
the way home.  I would only totally relax in a few days when I knew for
sure that I wouldn't have to answer to some parent or Peter's parents for
allowing an underage party with alcohol in my house.

As the last person left, Peter came in the front door with his arm around
the shoulders of a boy who I didn't recognize (I didn't even remember
seeing him at the party).  The boy was dark haired and had glassy eyes
(like Peter's) so I knew they were both drunk.  Why Peter had been outside
drinking I didn't know, this had been his party.

"This is Ian," Peter said, slurring his words.  "He might be willing to do
what I never will."

I had no idea what Peter meant until Ian grabbed his crotch and thrust his
hips at me.

"He's queer like you," Peter said, a word that caused a visible negative
reaction from Ian so I concluded Peter had never used it before with him
and probably was only using it now because he was in my presence and was
drunk.

To prevent Ian responding to Peter's use of the word 'queer' and them
getting into a drunken argument I quickly said "OK", even though I had no
idea who Ian was and how old he was.  I hoped he was at least in Peter's
grade though he looked younger.

The boy was cute though.  He had dark, almost black, hair which he parted
in the middle.  He was slim but with a little baby fat.

Peter pushed him at me, and I caught him (he was more drunk than I
suspected) but now I wanted this.

I led him upstairs.  To my surprise the bed was still made, which meant no
one (including Peter) had fucked in my bedroom.

In my bedroom I undressed him and also stripped.  I led the boy to the bed
and quickly stripped off my own clothes.

The boy only had tufts of hair under his arms.  He had shaved off his
pubes, which made him look even younger than he probably was.

Once in bed whatever alcohol effects quickly disappeared and he took
control.  He knew what he wanted.  I grabbed the lube from the nightstand
and handed it to him, but the rest he did.  I was pushed on my back and my
ass slicked up and once his cock was equally slicked he was between my legs
and shoving his 6" cut cock into me with one hard jab.

I found myself gasping and panting.  I hadn't been fucked in a week (not
since Peter's brother, not even by the dildo) and this was amazing.  I
loved this boy's fucking even if some of it was uncoordinated through
drunkenness or inexperience (though the fact he had manoeuvered me into
this position suggested some knowledge, though with the internet any gay
boy knows the mechanics well before they try it in real life).

Before long he was crying out and so was I.  His were mostly moans but I
was saying words like "fuck me" and "harder".

His cock was the perfect size for my ass which I knew to be tight because I
could feel every inch of his young cock.  It must have felt good for him
because even though he had clearly been drinking it didn't take him long
and he was cumming in my ass and I was urging him on.  It was only when he
collapsed on top of me I realized that Peter was sitting on a chair facing
the bed.

For at least part of my being fucked by this boy Peter had been watching.

Ian rolled off me and was soon fast asleep (or passed out) in the bed.  I
got out of bed and Peter said "that was disgusting.  You really are a sub
aren't you?"

"Yes," I responded meekly and then, as Ian was sound asleep, I added a
demure "sir."

"Finish cleaning up," said Peter.

"Yes sir," I said, putting on my bathrobe.

As I had been running around all evening tidying, there wasn't much more to
clean.  But when I got back to the bedroom about 15 minutes later, Peter
was passed out in the chair where he had been sitting.

I thought about putting on a pair of boxers (since Peter was in the room)
before climbing in bed with Ian but as Ian was naked in my bed where he had
just fucked me it seemed silly.  Plus, part of me hoped that Ian would be
willing to go again in the morning.

When I woke Peter was naked in bed on the left of me with Ian on the right.
At some point during the night he must have woken up in the chair and
undressed and climbed in the bed, which made sense as he had been sleeping
in it all week and the chair couldn't have been comfortable.

As soon as Peter realized I was awake he put his hand on the back of my
head and guided me onto his cock.  It started by me sucking but he was
shoving his cock into my mouth and throat in no time.

Ian's hands began to touch my ass but Peter pushed them away.  Letting Ian
fucking me last night it seems had been a one-time thing (brought on by
drink maybe?).  In fact, Peter Ian's attempt to join in by touching me or
maybe fucking me again clearly was not cook with Peter and he got far more
aggressive fucking my mouth.

My throat had healed from the savaging in the public restroom but it was
going to be sore again as peter literally raped my throat, holding my head
in both of his hands and forcing his cock down my throat as I gagged.

Peter was his reclaiming his property, me.

I proceeded to get my mouth fucked by Peter in front of Ian in the morning
light, the three of us naked.  Ian didn't try again to touch me.  He just
watched and stroked his cock as I struggled to take Peter's huge cock down
my throat.

When Peter cried out "take my cum bitch" Ian yanked harder and made himself
cum at the same time as Peter's morning load was going down my throat and
into my stomach.

Taking my mouth off Peter's cock I contemplated licking Ian's cum off his
stomach (he hadn't shot far, only as far as his belly button but there was
a nice appetizing pool as he had shot a big load).  I figured if Peter
didn't want him touching my ass he wouldn't want me licking up his cum and
as if to confirm that Peter said "OK Ian, you had your fun, now get out."

Ian grabbed the corner of my bed sheet, wiped the cum off his stomach, got
out of bed and quickly pulled on his clothes.

As he was dressing, Peter turned to me and said "go make me breakfast."

"Yes sir," I said, which caused a quizzical look on Ian's face, but he
didn't say anything.  Pulling on my bathrobe I walked Ian downstairs.

Neither of us said anything.  I just let him out and went to the kitchen to
make breakfast.

END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN.

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