Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2016 09:38:51 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 42

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About an hour after Paul Sr. had left I was still tripping.  I was trying
to watch TV but all the colours were bluring.  It was like watching a
rainbow with figures moving between the bands of violet, indigo, blue,
green, yellow, orange and red.

I didn't even notice Peter who had let himself in and was sitting in my
living room chair watching me.

"What did you take," asked Peter, alerting me to his presence and partially
snapping me out of my haze.

"GHB," was all I could answer.

"Did my dad," he asked.

"Not by choice," I answered and then giggled.

Peter shook his head, got up and headed upstairs.  I suspected he was mad
but he probably realized I was in no shape to reprimand or question at this
point.

After a while, Peter came downstairs and said "you did good, I checked the
recording and it is perfect."

I didn't care.

"Come with me," Peter commanded.

Dutifully I got up from the couch and followed him upstairs and, in the
bedroom, I followed his lead and stripped.

He then pushed me down on my back on the bed like I had done to his old man
and I just let him lead.

Before long I was being fucked by Peter on my back in the very same
position I had fucked his old man, with my legs wrapped around his hips and
my hands roaming over his shoulders and back.  The only difference was
that, unlike with his father, we didn't kiss.

If I hadn't been high I would have warned him his father's cum was in my
ass (he had made it clear he didn't want his own cum to come in contact
with his father so he would have been totally grossed out to know his own
cock was sunk into his father's load) but I didn't care and couldn't
articulate it if I could.  I just smiled and looked up at this blond curly
haired 16 year old boy as he fucked me.

I could hear the squishy sound of his cock in my ass as it sunk again and
again into his father's cum in my ass which was looser than usual because
his father had fucked me a short time ago in the shower with his much
bigger cock.

That I was loose and squishy Peter didn't let on that he cared.  I didn't
care except part of me felt slutty and I liked it.  I was being fucked a
second time in as many hours by a big cock andI derived it, I wanted it, it
was who I have become - a whore for the people next door to use to make
themselves cum.

If Peter realized I was looser and sloppy with cum he didn't let on.  He
just fucked me hard and soon he was adding his own cum to his father's in
my ass.

Normally I would be ecstatic that the blond boy I worshiped was fucking me
and cumming inside me with his teenage cock but I just looked up at him
glassy eyed and watched his face as he orgasmed and very disconnectedly
thought about the cum milkshake he was making by adding his cum to his
father's.  I wondered what it would be like if his brother David were in
the room and would get on top of me next with his cock and add a third load
into the mix.

Paul Sr., Peter and David had such different cocks that had made such an
impression on my when they had each fucked me but now high on drugs I just
blurred them together and wanted them to be tag teaming me, shooting load
after load into my ass.

Would the other brother be next?  Would he be adding his cum into the stew
that was being brewed in my ass by their magic wands.  And what wands they
were.  How could this one family be blessed by such big cocks.

Pulling out he just silently got dressed and left as I lay there on my back
tripping and thinking of their cocks and the cum in my ass, which was now
leaking out onto the bedsheets.

If I hadn't been high I might have wondered about why Peter would fuck me
probably knowing his old man had fucked me and left load of cum in my ass.
Couldn't he hear the squishy sound of cum as he fucked me?  Couldn't he
feel how loose my ass was, having been stretched by his father's bigger
cock?

Had he just needed to fuck, had this been his thanks for doing what he had
asked or was this his wanting to recreate what he had seen done on film
(something he seemed to like to do) to prove he was in charge?  I didn't
know and I didn't care.  I lay naked on my bed with two loads of cum from
this family oozing out of my ass.

I felt like a whore and I had become one and, thanks to the drugs, I didn't
care.  In fact if it was up to me the two other brothers would be lined up
to deposit their loads of cum up my ass as well.

Eventually I drifted off to sleep counting the three boys blond curly
haired faces and comparing their big cocks, wanting load after load of
their boy cum shot up my ass.

END OF CHAPTER FORTY-TWO