Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2016 19:20:01 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: dominated by the boy next door 44

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I worried for a while that exposing Wally to my sucking Peter would open up
his curiosity to what, if anything, might have happened between Ian and me.
But as the week went on I didn't hear anything and my worry gave way to
resignation that I couldn't do anything about it even if things went south.

I am normally a stressed person when it comes to work, money, love and
life, but I was learning to give in the reality that I was not in control
of my life.

As Peter had suspected, I eventually started watching and jacking off to
the recording of me with Ian.  I didn't do it right away, as I was
embarrassed by the fact I had slept with someone so young.  And I had been
grossed out by the black and white version which made me look like a child
molester.

I was also worried about what Peter had tricked all of us into where Ian's
older brother Wally, Ian and I had done sex in a public washroom at a
bowling alley.  But eventually my fear that would blow-up gave way to
wanting to see the recording and my lust for little Ian.

The recording in colour was not as disgusting as the one in black and white
with the grainy overlay.  While it didn't look like kiddy porn, it was
unmistakable me with a young boy.  I took solace in the fact that in the
original colour version it was obvious the boy wanted what was happening.
I also couldn't deny my feelings for the young boy.

I found myself watching it frequently and jack off as I watched it.  And I
found myself missing Ian.  The fact he had kissed me in the washroom after
I had humiliated myself servicing Peter and then his older brother Wally on
my knees on the floor of a stall made me feel even more affection for this
boy.

On Thursday my doorbell rang.  I had been home from work for a while and
had changed out of my work clothes and was wearing only a bathrobe.

Having no idea who could be at the door I opened it with curiosity, to be
greeted by surprise that it was Ian's older brother Wally.

"What can I do for you," I asked, with the door only open enough so I we
could speak and having no intention of letting the boy I barely knew into
my home.

"We need to talk about my brother," he said, shattering my defences and
causing me to open the door to let him in.

Wally walked into my home and sat down in one of the chairs in the living
room.  I closed the door and followed him, feeling embarrassed and guilty
and a little bit scared as there was no way this discussion could possibly
go well.  He obviously suspected (and maybe even knew) there had been
something between me and his underage brother and was likely here to
confront me.

We sat in silence facing each other on the two chairs in the living room,
me feeling very exposed in just a bathrobe and unsure what if anything he
knew or suspected.

Eventually Wally spoke and said "I know you have been having sex with my
younger brother."

While I am sure I turned various shades of red I did not respond.  I didn't
know what he knew for sure and if he was just fishing for information I
certainly wasn't going to give it to him.  What I had done with his brother
was illegal.  Sure, what I had done with him at the bowling alley had been
illegal too, but his younger brother was criminally underage, just being
barely post-pubescent.

"Look, I don't care what you have done with my brother," said Wally.  "I
just want to know you won't hurt him.  He is gay and probably having a gay
adult in his life is a good thing as he had no positive role models in his
life.  We don't even have our father still in our life."

I barely knew this boy but he was sounding very mature and clearly had the
best interests of his brother in mind.

"But you also are obviously sucking Peter's cock," he said, stating a fact
that was undeniable given the events of the past Sunday.

"I want you to do the same for me," he said, not as a question but as a
statement of fact.  "I am tired of jacking off and unlike Peter I don't get
pussy so I want you to drink my cum on a regular basis.  It felt so much
better having you mouth on my cock than even my younger brother's hand and
both were better than my own hand.  So I want you to suck me regularly
because it felt awesome.  In return, I won't tell my mother you are having
sex with her youngest boy or that you sucked me off in a public washroom."

What is it with 16 year old boys?  Do they all go instinctively to
blackmail?  I had already taken his cock in my mouth just because it had
been so appetizing jutting out of undone pants in the washroom.  He must
have known I probably would have agreed to suck him again if he had simply
asked me.

Without waiting for me to respond Wally began undoing his pants.

This boy knew I would suck him, either as a result of his threat of because
he saw me as a cocksucker, and was wasting no time.

As he got his pants undone pushed his briefs down so as to free his cock, I
moved next to his chair and knelt, taking his cock was instantly hard into
my mouth.

Wally's cock was pretty average in terms of cocks I had sucked though big
for his age of 16 (just as Ian's was big for his younger age).  It was
probably about six inches, cut, with the head bigger than the shaft.  It
was like a typical adult cock on a teenage boy and I took it easily down my
throat, burying my nose in his pubes as I began to move my head up and down
on the hard shaft.

Wally left me to my own devices and just reclined in my living room chair
with his pants open and his underwear pushed down.  I bobbed my head up and
down on this teenage boy's cock.

He hadn't been kidding about how much he preferred me sucking him than
being jacked or him jacking.  In the washroom the weekend before his
brother had stroked his cock for what had to be over an hours, allowing for
the interruptions when people came into the bathroom.  Here, alone in my
living room, he was cumming in my mouth in only a few minutes.

When I had taken his load the weekend before I had been struck by how much
sweeter it was than Peter's or even his younger brother's.  That was not an
aberration.  As he came in my mouth I ran my tongue through the thick
liquid and remembered that sweeter than salty taste, before swallowing it
down to make room for some more.

The one thing I will say is common to teenage boys, even if their penises
are different sized, the force of their cum is different and the taste is
always unique, is they produce an awful lot of jizz.  It took Wally almost
as long to cum as it had taken me sucking on his cock to make him cum.

"I won't tell Ian you are doing this for me," he said, as I lifted my head
off his cock and he did up his pants.  "I think my brother actually likes
you and might not appreciate your sucking my cock, though he seems to be OK
with you sucking Peter which I don't get."

As he stood and walked to the door he said "you have to be willing to do
this for me every time I come over."

He didn't even look back to see me nodding as he exited my house.  He just
knew I would.

Still kneeling next to the chair where I had blown him, I opened my
bathrobe and stroked my cock, catching my own load in the folds of my
bathrobe with the memory his teenage cock and the taste of his sweet cum
fresh on my tongue.

END OF CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR