Date: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 12:08:23 -0700
From: abbadabbaisme@yahoo.com
Subject: Eighteen - 2

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EIGHTEEN – 2

Dinner is a surreal experience. Mom tells amusing stories
about shopping and cooking, and whenever she gets to the funny part, her
boyfriend Tony gives a big hearty laugh. And every time he laughs, he glances
between my neck and my eyes and, I swear to god, laughs that much harder. We
both know what he is really laughing at. Mom asks about my weekend, then cuts
herself off and puts up her hand. "I don't want to know. Boys your age wouldn't
tell their mothers the truth anyway." She isn't whiney when she says it. She gets
it that adult children sometimes do wild stuff they don't share with their
parents, but really, she has no clue what I've just been through. Tony leans
back on the rear legs of his chair, puts his hands behind his head and says,
"C'mon, spill. I'm sure you didn't do anything you couldn't tell your mom and
me." I just stare at him. What the fuck is he doing?

The doorbell rings at that exact second. Tony gets up to
get it. Mom says it's probably Tony's buddy Phil who Tony texted to join us for
dessert. I quietly ask her if we can talk, but she says it will have to wait
since we have company. Tony comes back in the room with Phil. Phil is almost Tony's
twin. Both have about three days worth of stubble, wide shoulders, tight t's.
Tony says they work out together and it looks it. Basketball, surfing, pumping
weights. "You name it, we probably do it" Tony says, winking at me.

Phil looks from the dining room table to my mom and says
the least he could do to earn his dessert is clear the dishes and help her in
the kitchen. I say he doesn't have to do that. He's a guest. I'll clear the
table and help my mom. He should relax. I really want to talk to my mom in
private, but Tony puts his hand on my neck and says if Phil wants to earn his
keep, I should let him. One of Tony's fingers slips under the chain around my
throat and applies just enough pressure to remind me who is really in charge
here. I need to tell my mom the truth about the gay sadist she is falling for,
but that tug on my neck shuts me up. Phil picks up some dishes and follows Mom
into the kitchen. Tony guides me to the sofa.

Tony. The stranger who stripped me naked and fucked me in
a porn theater and then left me there in a cage for three days. Tony. The man
responsible for this heavy chain and lock around my neck. Tony. My mom's
boyfriend. Fuck, why can't I speak up? Why can't I resist?

Loud enough for Mom to hear in the kitchen, Tony says to
me, "Now that it's just the two of us, I want to hear about this weekend of
yours." He drops onto the sofa. I move for the other end but he pulls me down
next to him. He says he wants to know where my friends and I went. As if he doesn't
know. But he doesn't give me a chance to answer. Instead he shoves my face into
his crotch. The back of the sofa hides me from my mom's view if she peers out
from the kitchen.

My mouth is instantly filled with his pants – and the lump
beneath the fabric – so there is no way I could talk. "Really?" he says, as if
I'd given an answer. Everything he says is for my mom's benefit, not mine. With
one hand he holds my face between his legs and with the other he unzips his
fly.

I can hear Mom and Phil talking about some tv series I
don't watch. Phil's voice gets louder. I can't see him but am pretty sure the
increased volume means he is back in the dining room clearing more dishes. That
puts him about six feet from the back of Tony's head. Tony has his fly down and
his pants unbuttoned. His cock springs up. Well, it springs up as far as my
face lets it. Tony squeezes my cheeks, turning my mouth into a perfect O and
then pushes my mouth over his dick. "Oh, god, that's great!" He says it loud
and with a half-laugh as if he's reacting to some wild story I'm whispering to
him. I have no choice but to suck his cock. It's thick and musky and warm but
it is my mom's boyfriend's cock, so I can't enjoy it. Mom is only fifteen feet
away. I can still hear her in the background talking about the tv show. But
what I hear clearest is Tony saying to me all quiet, "Yeah, that's it... Twirl
your tongue around it... yeah, just like that... fuck... suck my dick, baby,
suck it..."

"Tony, what's that actress's name? You know, the blonde
one on that show we watch." Mom's voice is so loud I can tell she is talking to
him from the pass-through between the kitchen and the dining room. She is always
talking to people from that position, leaning on the counter, looking directly
at whoever is on the sofa. Tony leans his head back on the armrest so he and
she can have eye contact. He and I both are slumpers when we sit, so our heads
would never stick up above the sofa back even if we weren't messing around.
Correction: even if he weren't raping my face. He screws up his eyes and says,
"Um... um... um..." while using his hands to bob my head up and down on his
member. The way he says it, it even sounds to me like he is trying to think of the
actress's name. Unless Mom can see what I'm doing, she has no way of knowing he
is really reacting to my lips going over and over and over the rim of his cock
head. Reacting to my breath on the top side of his shaft.

"Oh, you're no help," she says and a dishrag lands on
Tony's face. Her voice gets quieter again. She must be resuming her
conversation with Phil in the kitchen.

Still loud enough for only me to hear, Tony says, "Suck my
balls, you little cumbag." He pulls my head off his shaft and pushes his balls
into my mouth. He's big. It's a tight fit. He rubs my head and twists my ears.
It's starting to feel kind of good. His hand runs under the neck of my shirt
and teases the flesh on my back. He reaches around and grabs my nipples. I moan
with pleasure. Thank god my mom doesn't hear that. I wish I could stop myself
from making that noise but I guess part of me is digging the whole thing. The
danger. The cock. The smell. The taste. That fucking breath of his. I can feel
the blood rushing to my own dick.

Tony's fingers scratch my sides. It's a few seconds before
I realize what he is doing. The bastard. He's pulling off my shirt. Again. If
my mom comes far enough into the living room, she'll easily see over the back
of the sofa and then I'll be dead. Fuck.

Tony has my shirt off and just like in the movie theater
he throws it across the room. Even if I sit up and Tony gets his cock back in
his pants in time, how am I going to explain being shirtless to my mom? I know
I should jump up and run, but... damn his cock tastes good. His feet are
rubbing against my bare calves. His fingers are working my nipples. Yeah,
that's right – he isn't forcing me to suck him any more. I am doing it all on
my own. Fuck, what is happening to me?

I feel his hand slide down my chest and pinch my abs. And
then he pops the button on my pants, and I think, No. No way. Not this time. He
isn't going to strip me and fuck me in my own living room. At least not with my
mom in the next room he isn't. Maybe I am a just a self-involved, oversexed
18-year-old gay guy without the ability to assess danger yet, but even I grow a
pair balls when the alternative is getting fucked right in front of my mother.
I bite the tip of his cock with my front teeth. I make sure to bite hard. The
noise he makes sounds like the heavyweight champion just punched him in the
gut. Just as I thought would happen, instinct kicks in and he takes his hand
off the back of my head. Anything to free his cock from the attacking teeth. I
only need that second of freedom to break free. I run for it.

My intention is to run for the stairs and go to my room,
but I remember my shirt and go for that instead. The shirt is outside the computer/guest
room. As I pass the kitchen, out of the corner of my eye, I see Phil looking right
at me. The prick is smirking. I don't stop to make a face back. I just run.

A second later, I hear Mom. "Is everything okay in here?"
By now I am in the computer room and shutting the door. I hear her lover say,
"Oh yeah, everything's cool. He just wants to show me something on-line." Mom
says we should take our time. She's enjoying talking tv with Phil. We can have
dessert when I finish showing Tony whatever it is I'm going to show him.

There's no lock on that door. Tony enters. I don't know
what he's going to do. I still have my shirt in my hand. He gives a quiet snort
through his nose, a little shake of his head and says something about him being
in charge, not me. I should run or call out or punch him or push the computer
onto the floor to make some noise that will get Mom to come in here. Something.
Anything. All I do is stand there, paralyzed. I am such a fucking pussy. He takes
the shirt out of my hand and lobs it across the room. Jesus, what is it with
him and my shirts? With one finger – one fucking little finger – he pushes me
back and I land on the bed. My ass bounces up, and on that single bounce he is
able to grab the waistband on the back of my shorts and jockeys and slide them
off of me. Fuck! I don't have to see him throw the shorts to know that wherever
they are, they are out of my reach.

It is the second time he has stripped me naked. I guess
technically this time I'm not completely naked. This time I have that damn lock
and chain around my neck. And he is the only one with a key.

He looks at me - flat on my back, legs up in the air,
spread-eagled in front of him - and grins. "Mommy's boy likes being shoved
around, doesn't he?" I don't have to look. I know I have a hard-on. My mind is racing.
Telling myself that this is the bastard who got me in this mess. That this is
the bastard who already fucked me and set me up to be a sex toy for strangers
who licked the shit out of my ass. That this bastard is my mom's boyfriend.
But... this bastard is also so fucking hot. I love the way his t-shirt looks
painted on. I love the little pit stains under his arms. The way the muscles in
his arms stretch and get tight. And the way his cock felt inside me...

He pushes my legs aside and climbs onto the bed, his back
against the headboard. "You didn't finish telling me about your weekend, did
you?" He grabs my legs and turns me toward him so that I am straddling him, my
naked crotch pressed up against his clothed one. He unzips his pants and his
dick pokes out. "Now, where were we...?" He points his stiff member at my hole
then pulls me toward him. He is in me instantly and I am gasping for breath. He
puts his left hand beneath my ass cheek and with his right hand pulls me up by
the arm. I am riding him, buck naked, in my mom's computer/guest room. He flexes
and releases his ass so we are bouncing on the bed. I don't stop him. I want
him to stop. I really do. But... I am such a pussy. And... obviously some part
of me doesn't want him to stop. Why else don't I say something? Yell? Or fight
back? Why else would I have such a fucking boner?

All of this happens fast. Maybe less than two minutes. And
then I am again aware of Phil talking about tv and my mom laughing. How can I
be hearing them? The sound shouldn't be able to come through the door. I look
over my left shoulder. The door is wide open. Here I am, naked, bouncing up and
down on my mom's boyfriend's cock in clear view of anybody walking from the
dining room to the kitchen. Mother of fuck.

I turn back to Tony. He has that evil grin on his face. You
know the one. The one that scares you shitless and gets you hard at the same
time. Is this what my mom sees in the man? Does she like bad boys like this? I don't
even want to go there. He pushes my nipples and squeezes my shoulders and then drags
his fingernails down the length of my back. My whole body arches. I gulp in
air. My ass clinches. My head tilts back. He grabs me by the hair and pulls my
head forward. He says, "You fuckin' look at me..." He continues to bounce.

I can hear Phil talking about Tupperware and my mom asking
about coffee and again Tony drags his nails down my back and this time I don't dare
look away from him. I choke down a gasp. He studies my face like he is
memorizing my soul. My breathing gets faster and faster. Shallower and shallower.
His rough hands continue to explore my body.

Next thing I know, Phil is saying Mom wants to know if
Tony wants coffee or tea. Fuck, it sounds like he is standing right next to me.
Still being bounced up and down on Tony's dick, my own dick slapping against my
treasure trail, I look to my left and there is Phil standing right next to me,
smiling at me. Tony continues to bounce me like some baby on his lap. Over my
shoulder, I can see the door is still wide open.

"Coffee," Tony says. He doesn't take his eyes from me. He
begins to snort. Like some kind of bull about to break loose.

I try to say, "Shut the door! My mom! Please!" But all
that comes out is air. Short, shallow breaths which I can hear turning into
shudders of ecstasy. I am so fucking nervous. My body is tensing up. I can feel
the build of pressure in my cock.

"And if I'm not mistaken," says Tony, suddenly grabbing my
throat with both hands and squeezing, "I'm going to have my coffee with cream."
His body tenses beneath and inside me. He fingers dig into the flesh of my
throat. That's when I shoot. No one touching my cock, my cum sprays everywhere.
Tony's whole body twitches. His hands clasp my throat that much tighter and I
think I'll never breathe again. I continue to shoot. With one hand, Phil holds my
arms behind my back and with the other grabs my cock and pumps mercilessly. I writhe
all around. I can't breathe so I can't make a sound. It is all too intense for
me. Just too much. Too, too much.

Finally Tony removes his hands from my throat. I gasp for
air. I can still feel his cock up my ass. He gets his own breathing under
control. Phil wipes a smear of cum from his shirt and pushes it into my mouth.
"So, one coffee. Extra cream," he says matter of factly, walking out of the
room.

I focus on catching my breath and summoning the strength
to climb off of my mom's boyfriend. I am still so fucking scared and simultaneously
so fucking turned on. I am so out of my depth, I have no idea what to do, how
to get out of this, what my future is going to be like. I realize my eyes are darting
from side to side, my head is twisting right and left. My body starts to
shiver. Then I realize Tony is looking right at me. That lip of his goes up
just a little. And in a deep voice I've never heard him use with my mom, he says,
"You thought this was scary?" Snicker. "You have no idea..." I don't know what
he is talking about and never want to find out.

The man my mother is falling in love with hooks a finger
under the chain around my neck and pulls my face toward his. As he kisses me –
our tongues lubricated by my own cum that Phil pushed in my mouth – I hear my
mom behind me in the kitchen.

"Phil, what did you do to your shirt?"

"Oh, I think I spilled some of the milk when I was pouring
it out."

My mom laughs. "Well you sure made a mess of it – it's all
over you."

Later that night, before the four of us sit down to watch
my mom's favorite show on tv, she pulls me aside. "Earlier, you said you wanted
to talk to me. What about?" I don't have the balls to tell her what is really
going on. I am such a pussy, all I say is I can't remember. She gives me a kiss
on the cheek and tells me she's there for me and we join Tony and Phil in front
of the tv. The three of them laugh and laugh watching the show. I don't
remember a single thing about it.


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