Date: Fri, 20 Mar 2015 18:22:37 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 3

Nifty survives on donations.  While I don't get paid, I have jacked off to
these stories so my contribution is to submit my own stories.  If you don't
submit new ones, how about sending the a little cash ($1 per rope of cum
you shoot reading the stories here seems reasonable).  This is where you
contribute: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

If you don't contribute I will get Peter to make you!  Well, he doesn't
listen to me so at most I can suggest and he probably doesn't give a shit
but maybe consider donating anyway.


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The rest of the weekend I stared out the window into his empty room.

How desperate was I?!!!

I knew he was off partying and having sex with girls (maybe boys?) his own
age.  He told me as much as he left.

And even if he wasn't, he was never home on weekends.

I fell asleep on each night looking longingly out the window into his empty
bedroom.

When I awoke on Monday morning to my alarm, which I had set to go off early
so I might catch a glimpse of Peter before I went to work, I looked across
the way and saw him sitting up in bed wearing only a pair of light blue
boxerbriefs typing furiously on his laptop.

I couldn't see his crotch as the computer was on his lap, but I could look
at his gorgeous young body as he sat on his bed; so smooth; the little bit
of flesh on his chest and stomach and legs that a 15 year old still has in
the wake of puberty as his body begins to firm and grow.  My morning wood,
which was probably hard more from piss than hornyness twitched at the
sight.  Much as I needed to pee I stayed in my bed staring through the
window.

Peter was so intense into his writing that I had to conclude that he was
desperately finishing some assignment he had failed to work on all weekend
long.  The jealous bone in my body cried out 'serves you right' while my
penis cried out 'even if you spent the weekend fucking girls, god you are
fucking hot and if I can only watch you through the window in your
underwear every day I will be satisfied'.

He kept working on his laptop until way after it was fine for him to get to
school on time, and as I was in bed I knew I would be later than I had ever
been to my own work (and in the last week my co-workers were clearly noting
I was getting in late even if they hadn't said anything directly).

I decided it was worth the risk because if some girl (boy? both?) had
gotten him off all weekend long then he wouldn't be contacting me anytime
soon and our last encounter had hardly been sex (yea, I had cum, but just
as a pathetic sub thrilled at an underage cock down my throat and was left
longing for more).

When Peter jumped up and ran to the bathroom to shower I stayed riveted
staring through the window even though it was already too late to make it
to work at any acceptable time.  I waited for him to come back and after
probably a half-hour passed (yea I am that pathetic) I concluded he had
dressed nowhere near the window and had already run out of the house to
make it to school to hand in whatever he had been working on.

Quickly dressing and almost getting in an accident with my car, I made it
to work 2 hrs late.  Yea, I got chewed out by my editor for my 'declining
work performance' and for being 'so fucking late it would have been easier
for everyone if I hadn't come in'.  I am so going to lose my job over my
obsession with this boy.

I tried to apply myself to my work to regain the respect of my colleagues
and my boss but I was way too distracted.

To my surprise, at the end of the day, I got a text FROM PETER!!!

"b @ urs AM".

My heart jumped into my mouth and my cock actually hardened in my pants
there at my desk.

As I read and re-read and re-read again the message I realized I had no
clue what it meant.  I also didn't know why it had to be so cryptic.  He
had a smartphone.  He could have typed me a complete message.

I knew better than to text him back, but for the rest of the evening I
wondered about the next morning.  What time did he want me to be home (I
was already in trouble for being late to work) and what was he wanting
(last time was more about getting him beer than sex, even if I had cum
massive amounts from the experience, though in the AM it couldn't be about
beer, could it?)

I stressed about these ideas through my dinner and then as I lay in my bed
and looked through the window.  When he came into his room, he stripped to
his boxers (guess that is what he had chosen that morning when he was out
of eyesight) and got back on his bed and immediately began working on his
laptop feverishly.

I continued to watch him as he worked, and even though he was scantily clad
I found myself worrying about how far behind he was in his school work.  He
had a look of determination, not desperation, but staying out all weekend
had to be having an effect on his grades.

Peter worked until 3 in the morning.  I knew as the hours passed as I
watched him through the window that it was stupid for me to be up as my own
work was suffering.  He was actually being productive.  I should have
gotten some sleep rather than staring through the window at a teenager who
was, even if only in boxers, not doing anything sexual.

When his light went off, I rolled over to go to sleep and my phone pinged.

"7am".

I immediately rolled back and set my alarm for 6:55.

Did he know I was still awake?  Did he know I was watching, because he gave
no indication?  Did he figure I would be up early and would see the message
in the morning? Or did he just not care?  If I hadn't seen his message he
would likely ring the doorbell until I awoke and then just barge past me
and do whatever he wanted!

As I drifted off to sleep I began to focus on the latter with my hard-on
making clear I liked this kid's attitude of total disregard for my
boundaries.  Him barging in and using me was HOT was the last thought I had
as I drifted off to sleep.

At 6:55 my alarm sounded and I was out of bed in a second (normally I hit
snooze) even though I had had only four hours of sleep.  I pulled on track
pants no underwear and a t-shirt and ran down the stairs two at a time.
When the doorbell went at 7:10 (longest 10 minutes of my life as I wondered
if he would actually show up) I had the door open faster than a kid can
unwrap a present on Christmas day.

"On your knees," Peter commended as he slammed the door, clearly impatient.

I dropped to my knees in front of him.

As my eyes went to his, and back to his pants which he was undoing, I
couldn't help but TRY to ask "didn't this weekend, you said you might have
sex?"

"Not that it is any of your fucking business but there is a girl I like and
she and a group of us went on a ski trip and no, I didn't have sex with her
which is why I need your fucking mouth," Peter said as he pulled his
semi-hard cock out of his pants and shoved it into my mouth which I
instinctively opened at the sight of his cock.

"Which reminds me, I may need your bedroom this Friday if all goes well
this week," he added as his cock expanded to its full length and girth
inside my mouth.

I mumbled something.  As my mouth was so full and my mind so focussed on
his teen cock in my mouth even I didn't know what I said.  I suspect it was
a yes and we both knew he had taken it that way as he didn't say anything
else.

As soon as he was hard Peter grabbed a clump of my hair on the back of my
head and holding my head steady he began to fuck my mouth.

It was before school so he didn't have much time.  And if he had been
trying to pick-up a girl he hadn't gotten laid all weekend so he was
undoubtedly pent-up.  But the onslaught was particularly brutal and I
wasn't prepared.

I repeatedly gagged but Peter held my hair tight and showed no sign of
letting up.

So I just braced myself for the ride as he fucked my mouth hard and fast.

"Fucking take it bitch," Peter shouted down at me as I took it with as much
force as he could muster.

"Take it, whore, slut, cocksucker?" all words one would expect to be hurled
at me in that position were coming out of Peter's mouth.  But at one point
Peter shouted "fuck you for giving me blue balls" and I realized he was
fucking my mouth not just out of horniness and desperation but in anger at
some girl.

Much as that should have pissed me off, it made my cock even harder and
when he shouted "FUCK I AM CUMING DOWN YOUR THROAT BITCH" I actually came
in my track pants without touching myself as he shot his load down my
throat.

I was still cumming when he pulled his cock out of my mouth and headed to
the door in a hurry, doing his pants up as he exited my place.

I tried to rationalize it that he was pressed for time, as he had to be at
school and hadn't had a lot of sleep, but my cock which continued to unload
in my pants well after the door had slammed told a different story.  I was
coming to love being used and even abused by this teenager.

END OF CHAPTER THREE.


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