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Subject: Jeremy’s Life Of Chocolate 6 Jeremy’s Life Of Chocolate 6 This story is completely fiction, written by an author over the age of 18. All names, places, descriptions, and events are purely fictional and any relation to any real person is purely coincidental. This work contains intimate acts between adult males and youth over the age of 11 but under 18 years old, if that scenario offends you, please discontinue reading any further. As an avid reader of the stories I prefer to know the age scenario in certain writings up front or in the first 2-3 paragraphs. As a writer, I’ve elected to place that information ahead of the story. Adult male: mid to late 30s and 40s Male youth: 11, 12 Author retains all rights to story and no duplication or publication of this story shall be permitted. I love Nifty; this site is free to those that like to read the stories. Nifty welcomes any and all contributions and to keep this site going please feel free to make donations to fty/donate.html **************************************************************** **FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 2013** My birthday was here and although I found myself in school, I was still excited because my grandparents, my aunts (my dad’s sisters) and my uncle was coming into town. My mom’s birthday was on Sunday and we decided to have a joint party on Saturday. “Jeremy Ball! Jeremy Ball report to the front office for checkout” The intercom announced midway through third period. I gathered my belongings and bolted to the door. Speed-walking down the hallway I turned the corner and ran right into this thick body frame. “Oops! I’m sorry!” I apologized. When I looked up I saw it was Mr. Island. He flashed that charming smile and I almost went blank until I began rambling. “I’m really sorry Mr. Island, I didn’t see where I was going.” Not that I didn’t mind any sort of body contact with him. “It’s okay, no harm done. Where are you rushing off to?” “I’m getting checked out. Today is my birthday!” “Aw man, you should have reminded me, I wanted to get you something. What do you like? What’s your favorite candy?” ‘He wanted to buy me something?’ I couldn’t believe he thought of me that much and wanted to buy little ol’ me something. I thought on it for a second. “I don’t like Reese’s, I don’t like Snickers. I love Kit Kats, M when I went in I-well, I, um-” “Spit it out JJ” I was hesitant because I didn’t know how to word it but then blurted it out. “I saw a guy sucking his dick-is my dad gay?” Hit with the impact of the words, my uncle fell back into his seat shaking his head. “That motherfuc-Oh my Gawd! JJ, Do NOT tell your mother.” Uncle Nick sat back up. “I can’t believe he’s still doing that gloryhole shit. And to answer your question, yes….and no. When your parents were in college your dad was only as gay as the beer would take him. A complete lush that rammed his dick into anything warm and wet.” I sat in silence as my uncle kept rambling on. “Let’s see, it was Curtis-your father, Greg, Adam, Travis-he was black and I can’t remember the other guy, he was black too. They all shared this house and was known for throwing these big keg parties on the weekends, usually Fridays and Saturdays. But they also threw this ‘other’ party on Sunday evenings. It was by invite only and exclusively for guys-that’s where I met Greg, he played football and he was pretty much dating Travis…behind closed doors of course; they shared a bed almost every night. When it came to those Sunday parties, Greg was off limits. Travis didn’t mind the blowjobs but that was as far as Greg could go. I was friends with Adam, he invited me to their parties and I got my first taste of chocola-you know what, let me shut the fuk up, you don’t need to hear this.” “Maybe, maybe not. I’m not as innocent as you think uncle Nick. I’m not a virgin.” “What?! Who deflowered my little nephew?” “Just experimenting with a friend, an ex-friend” I lied. I promised Mr. Willis that I would never speak about what we did and what I did with Ray would land him UNDER the prison. They had nothing to worr-WAIT! Did he say Greg? As in Greg Willis? “Well, looks like you kids are starting earlier and earlier these days. It’s nothing wrong with it just be safe and careful. But remember what I said, don’t mention any of what you saw your dad doing to anyone. I’m going to have a talk with him.” We had lunch at Applebee’s or as my uncle called it ‘CRAPplebee’s’. As we settled in at our table the server approached. “Hey, how are you folks doing today? I’m Zack, I’ll be taking care of you.” The voice had a young, southern accent and it sounded freshly familiar. As I looked up my eyes doubled in size to see the college kid from the stall standing right there. The same guy that was down on his knees sucking off my dad and then getting pounded by this Latin slab of beef was standing at our table. “Well Zack, today is my son’s birthday so we decided to treat him to a ditch day.” “That’s awesome. I wish my parents would have done that for me. You’re mom and dad are pretty cool” Zack docked his eyes to mine and threw a wink-the same wink he gave me in the bathroom and in the parking lot. He knew that wasn’t my dad, he only said that to send me a signal that he recognized me. I started to get hard looking at him and thinking back on how he was on the floor getting drilled by that beefy Hispanic dad. My mom’s phone began to ring and she excused herself after ordering a salad. “Down boy! Jeremy you must like our waiter. You’re over there boning the hell up. You better tame that” I was embarrassed but at the same time proud that my showing was obvious, it meant I had a big dick-well a dick big enough to be noticed. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, I’ll be back” I excused myself and made my way to the restroom. I stood at the urinal staring down at my young dick, a little trickle of piss came out then the levees broke. My bladder released piss I had been holding since I bumped into Mr. Island in the hallway. Midstream the restroom door opened and şişli escort who joined me at the urinals with no partition? Yep, Zack. “Impressive. You’re gonna hang like your dad’s cock, I can see the girth filling out.” Oh Lord, his voice sent my dick back upwards toward the ceiling. The last thing I wanted to do was get caught in the Applebee’s bathroom but Zack’s interest and critique of my body kept me standing there well after I finished my business. I looked over at Zack’s package, his cock was gorgeous. It had to be a good girthy seven inches with this blue vein running down the side like a road map, it gave character to his dick. “Yours is so big.” I complemented then licked my lips. A hunger began and before I knew it I had Zack’s cock in my hand. He threw his head back and let out a moan. I took it as a green light and hit my knees to take him in my mouth but was stopped. “Whoa, little bro, not here, I’ll get busted. Follow me.” Zack led me into this door inside the restroom that could only be opened with a code on the keypad. Behind the door was a nice sized storage room that housed cases and cases of toilet paper, urinal cakes, cleaners, brooms, mops, etc. Zack dropped his pants completely to the floor and let his college cock hang for me to work on it. With no hands I took him in my mouth and surprisingly I hit the base and didn’t even gag-my skills had improved. My pouty lips gripped him and as I slid them back I left a coat of saliva on his shaft. “Fuuuuck” Zack let out a slow, low whisper. I went back down, taking him completely to the base. “Dude, your skills are fucking on point. Where’d you learn to work a cock?” I said nothing, just kept bobbing on Zack’s college rod until I felt more stiffness and then he unloaded into my mouth. I took it down, every drop and looked up into his eyes. “Shit, and I thought I was good” Was all Zack said as he fixed himself. He came a little too quick for my liking but it wasn’t like I could spend all day in there. “Thanks” I replied and rose back to my feet. “Leave out before me, I’ll be out in a minute” Zack instructed. I left and rejoined my mom and uncle. Zack didn’t return as our server, his replacement said that Zack wasn’t feeling well and had to go home. It seemed oddly suspicious but I brushed it off, I had gotten what I wanted. Day of the party I woke up to the sound of car doors closing. As I looked out of the window I saw my mom and little brother driving off. The sound of the car driving off was followed by the crashing of my dad’s weights coming from the garage. “Well look who decided to get buff after college” My dad’s voice carried and met me in the hall as I made my way to the garage. “Better late than never, I have to keep up with these young guys.” My uncle replied. “I hear ya Nick.” “They can’t fuck worth a damn but these boys know how to suck a cock” I stopped in my tracks and froze at what I just heard my uncle Nick say to my dad. I’m sure none of this was suitable for my young ears but I stood there, back to the wall with my ears perked. “Jesus Nick, Jermz is still home, keep it down” My uncle nick scoffed. “Jeremy is pretty mature for his age Curtis. Cut him some slack. Shit, he went exploring on my computer when he stayed down that summer.” I didn’t know my uncle Nick knew about that. “He seems to have a thing for bears and black guys, my history was filled with pornhub videos of it.” “I’m sure that only added to your porn searches” My dad threw that jab and they both laughed. “But seriously, he’s growing up fast, talk to him, he could use an outlet with you. He isn’t getting that father bonding time, you work too damn much.” “You’re right about that, I do work a lot but with this kitchen remodel that your sister just has to have, the money has to come from somewhere.” “Eight grand to tear up my house. You know Greg could have cut a deal with me on the cabinets.” “Greg? That’s who you hired? I haven’t seen that asshole in years, what’s he up to?” My uncle inquired. “Same as always. Chasing after black cock, sleeping around on his wife, well, soon to be ex-wife.” “That was bound to happen, he couldn’t stay faithful to anyone. Remember back in the day when he and Travis had that big ass blow up about Greg screwing around on him?” “Do I? Adam and I had to break them up, I got a broken nose behind it too.” “They both were in the wrong, Travis wasn’t an angel. I mean, you all kept that straight, masculine, macho shit up for the campus. Dating girls, fucking gir-” “Hey! That wasn’t a front for me, I was into pussy” My fucking jaw dropped. My dad said ‘pussy’. Okay, yeah last week I saw him getting sucked off by another man but to actually hear him speak dirty at home was something different. “Pussies, mouths, hand jobs, dicks, balls, guyholes, you were a slut too Curtis don’t put that white dress on just yet.” “That was a phase, an experimental thing.” You fucking bullshitter. You were getting blown in the bathroom last week. Now I heard my dad tell a blatant lie. “Greg used to say the same thing…some things don’t change.” Their conversation and my concentration on eavesdropping was interrupted by uncle Nick’s phone going off. “Hey Curt, I gotta take this call.” As I heard my uncle’s voice trail off down the driveway, I began to hear these short, repetitive grunts from my dad. Naturally I guessed he was jerking his cock but as I peered in from the doorway, I could see him doing sit up crunches on the floor. I really didn’t care for six packs or chiseled Adonis, slim guys; I love beefy, thick cuts of man. As my dad ended his reps he sat up with a drenched face and paced breath. Before I could disappear he turned and saw me standing there. “Hey, Good morning birthday boy. Come here for a minute.” He panted. I walked over and took a leaning stance against his car while he still sat on the garage floor. “Actually, yesterday was my birthday” “I know but I didn’t get in until late last night, didn’t get to say sivas escort it yesterday. Where’s your phone?” He asked “It’s in my room charging.” “Cool. Um, I think I need to talk to you about something. I’m not sure where to start.” Everything in me began to tense up thinking that my dad was about to confront me after what uncle Nick told him. “Your mom and I decided it was best to tell you and your brother after the school year but…we’re separating for a little while” I felt relief but my heart sank at the sting of hearing it. I really didn’t know what to say, I wanted to ask why but I knew my parents argued late at night when they thought us kids were asleep. The main issue was money. “A divorce?” I questioned with a little tremble. “Now, before we make any of this official your mother and I are going to just separate for a while. I’ll be moving out, staying with an old college friend. In December when you and your brother are out for break, she and I are going to sit down to see where we’re at with all of this.” The whole thing just made my stomach churn. I instantly blamed my dad because I knew he cheated on mom, I saw it with my own eyes. “We’re gonna have uncle Nick stay with you guys for that week. How do you feel about that?” At that moment uncle walked back into the garage from his phone conversation. “How does he feel about what?” Uncle Nick questioned. With a tinge of anger, an incoming tear and without hesitation I blurted out. “Him and mom getting divorced!” “God fuckin’ dammit Curtis why would you tell him that on the day of his birthday party? On Kim’s party too! You don’t tell a kid that type of shit without both parents being present” “Nick, I don’t need you instructing me on how to raise my kids. Watch your mouth around my son!” Dad was pissed. “No, watch your dick around your son! Yeah, that’s right-Jeremy caught you getting your dick sucked last week in the fuckin’ bathroom” My uncle Nick was pissed too, in my honor and his sister’s. Dad looked at me but I held my head down in the shame of knowing that he knew I saw him. The emotions of everything became too much for me and I bailed back into the house as they continued to trade verbal blows. I ran to my room with tears blurring my vision. “…Okay then, lets ask him” I heard my uncle Nick’s voice in the distance. I wanted no parts of their conversation, I just wanted to run, escape, get the hell out of this house and I did. I quickly threw on my sneakers, yanked my phone from the cord and left. I ran about eight houses down and started to give out, breathing hard and choking on tears. By time I reached the entrance of our neighborhood my phone began to ring-it was my father. “Fuck him” I said out loud. My uncle called next but I ignored him, I didn’t want to talk to anyone-I just wanted to be alone. About twenty feet away I saw this bright pink neon sign taped to the light post that read ‘Yard Sale. Everything Must Go’. The next neighborhood over wasn’t that far down the main road, so I headed that way. “Hey Jeremy” I heard my name but didn’t recognize the voice until I looked up and saw some kid who I still didn’t recognize. I looked at him still puzzled as he approached me on his bike. “What are you doing in my neighborhood? He asked. I shrugged my shoulders. “Just out walking. I’m going to the yard sale.” “I’ll join you, you might need my negotiating skills. Mr. Sandoval is tough.” “How do you know me?” I didn’t have time to play the guessing game, I just blurted it out. “Dude, it’s me, Joey. We met at Ashton’s house last year…stayed over a couple of times” “Oh, okay.” “Yeah, I don’t go to the same middle school. Ashton and I go to Westbrook. I asked him about you and he said you moved.” It wasn’t long before we rounded the corner and saw a yard littered with household goodies. The first thing that caught my eye was this round, circled clothing rack, like the ones in JC Penny. Coats and jeans occupied most of it but there was a section of swim trunks that I began thumbing through. “Now, those ‘might’ be a little small for you. My son used to wear them, he’s 17 now” That voice was thick, deep, it was authoritative and when I looked up I saw the hot Hispanic dad that gripped my cock in the Home Depot restroom. His brown eyes sparkled in the morning shine which was accompanied by a bright smile. “I like these green ones, my favorite color” I spoke with my head down thumbing through the garments. “Those might work but just judging it might be a tight fit.” ‘its real tight daddy’ I thought of saying with my guttermind but I showed restraint. With all the stuff going on back home I needed an escape, a sexual one. I decided to push and pursue Mr. Sandoval right there, that morning. ” I want these three pair of swim trunks, how much?” I asked. “$12” Mr. Sandoval said with a stern, that’s my final offer’ voice. “Is there a bathroom I could use to try these on? I work hard for my allowance and I hate to blow it on clothes I can’t even wear.” Mr. Sandoval’s attention left me and went to this guy looking at a lawn mower for sale. “Look kid, when you’re ready to buy something, come and get me.” He walked off just as he did in the bathroom. My phone buzzed again, this time it was my mom, I had to answer. “Mom-” “Where did you run off to? You can’t do stuff like that Jeremy! Where are you?!” She asked with a mix of concern and anger. “Away from the two of you!” I began to tear up. “Why today? Of all days?-” “It wasn’t supposed to be today, your father shouldn’t have said anything, we were going to tell you and your brother at the end of the month, way after your birthday.” She explained. I really didn’t want to hear her excuses. I knew why they were splitting up, my dad was gay and she found out, hell maybe she always knew. According to my uncle Nick, dad has always been screwing guys, it was all an adult clusterfuck that I wanted no parts of. “Alright, I’m coming home.” I said to shut her up. “Do we still have to have the party?” “Jeremy, sıhhiye escort nothing has changed, we’re still celebrating your birthday and mine with our loved- with the ones we care about” Complete bullshit but I agreed and told her I was heading home. As I placed my phone back in my pocket and put the trunks back up on the rack Mr. Sandoval walked up. “Changed your mind?” He asked. ‘Did you change yours?’ is what I thought but didn’t say. “Yeah, I need to try them on before I buy, I would be stupid to buy them without knowing if they fit or not” Mr. Sandoval looked around in a ‘coast is clear’ manner and then motioned for me to follow him. I grabbed the trunks and followed his plump dad butt and thick, hairy thighs into the house. “You know, I know who you are. You had your little pecker out at the Home Depot last weekend.” I said nothing. We entered what looked like a teenage boy’s room, the walls had The Hobbit and Lord Of The Rings posters all over them. “I told my friend about you, he said I was stupid to pass up a piece of hot, young tail like you. You see, I’m not gay, I’m not a faggot, I have a wife, kids and-” Mr. Sandoval stopped mid sentence when he turned around and saw me stripping completely naked. He grew silent and watched as I unveiled my young body; husky with two plump boy cheeks that would make any man’s cock grow. I tossed the other pairs of shorts on the floor and tried on one. After I put both legs through I pulled them up they began to struggle getting over my buttocks. I turned around showing my dilemma to Mr. Sandoval. “I guess you were right, these won’t fit.” I took them off and tried on another pair but with the same result. “Looks like I’m having trouble getting these on too” “You ARE trouble” Mr. Sandoval responded in a flirtatious manner and showed a smirk. “Try on that blue pair” I took the last pair of swim trunks and made my last attempt but with the same result. I struggled to get them over my mounds but I’m sure my butt wiggling in this daddy’s sight was all pleasure for him. “Nope, same thing.” I begin peeling the shorts down my thighs when I felt a strong, big pair of hands cup my ass. “Oh My God, it’s so soft” Mr. Sandoval, exclaimed in a soft, husky whisper. I bent over, exposing more of my crack and showing him my pink hole. His hand ran over my cheeks then slid through, parting my globes. He hooked his hands around my hips and slammed my boy butt against his full on raging hard dick. “Oh fuck!” I whispered in pleasure. The pleasure of knowing I would get that cock in me within minutes. “You’re a sexy little slut, you know that? You don’t give up…but I’m not sure if you’re ready for this dick.” “I am Sir! I need all of your dad-” I stopped myself from saying daddy cock. The word made me think of my father, who I was totally hated at this moment. “I need all of your dick in me sir” I recovered The fabric of his shorts rubbing up against my bare, raw ass was causing an irresistible desire and friction. Mr. Sandoval landed a big smack against my right cheek which was maybe louder than he wanted because he stopping thrusting against me. I waited in silence as he froze, but then I heard him unzipping and the sound of his shorts hitting the floor and him stepping out of them. A big glob of spit fell at the top of my crack then drooled down, pooling at my twitching boyhole; most of it stayed there but some kept falling, oozing down to my balls. “Please sir, take my hole.” I begged. “You want to feel it, don’t you?” He asked as he slapped his girthy rod on my cheeks then rested his head at the entrance. I could feel his head pulsating, it caused my hole to twitch and tense up. Heck, maybe he was right, maybe I’m not ready for his dick. I felt some nervousness rush over me as his cock head pressed against my entrance. “Oh fuuuuuck” Mr. Sandoval sighed in pleasure, sinking his fat pole into me. It didn’t take long for him to start slamming into me; he wasn’t fast, he pulled out slow then fed me power thrusts, hard slams that cause his balls to bang against my ‘taint’. My pleasure was at war with my pain, I loved the feeling of being filled but his technique was more for his benefit than for mine. I fell forward onto the bed causing him to slip out of me but as soon as I positioned myself doggystyle on the edge of the bed with my hole fully inviting, he drove his cock back into me. I gripped the sheets and let out a loud grunt, a little too loud because Mr. Sandoval took my head and pushed it into the mattress muffling my mouth. “This is what you wanted, right? You fucking slut boy. You dick craving slut.” Mr. Sandoval was in a zone. He began pumping faster with a rhythm which I hoped would make him cum sooner. The pain started to fade as his kept going, knowing the end was near might have made his thick invasion more toralble. “You want my cum bitch? You want my daddy load in this ass?” His rhetorical questions made my cock stiff. I was pretty much trapped between him banging away and what I’m now suspecting was his son’s bed. Pinned down with my dick being suffocated I bit down on the bedding when I felt Mr. Sandoval throw a power slam into me that made his body stiffen and movement come to a halt. “I can feel it Da-I mean Sir” I corrected myself. What I felt was his hard dick pulsating against my tight walls. He stayed in me until he caught his breath then slowly removed that power rod. “That was amazing” Which it was, so I wasn’t lying. I loved how he dominated the whole situation. I surrendered to him. His cum left my hole slippery and I could feel it starting to run down my thighs. “You can clean up in the bathroom across the hall but then you have to go, don’t stay in here too long.” Mr. Sandoval got dressed, straightened himself up while walking out but stopped at the doorway and looked back. “Can you come back next week?” I smiled and nodded with the satisfaction of conquering him, finally. I had the same cock that Zack was slobbering all over and got pounded with. In a way, I felt like Zack and I were alike; I was a younger version of him and he was who I would become. When Mr. Sandoval left, that glow of sexual excitement began to fade and the ill reality returned that my parents were splitting up. I gathered myself, left the swim trunks on the floor and headed home.
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