jeremys-life-of-chocolate-4

Subject: Jeremy’s Life Of Chocolate 4 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 is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, Without the consent of the author. 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 **************************************************************** “Hey Dad, I think the worker guy left his phone in the kitchen.” I held up Ray’s cellphone as I walked into the garage. “I’ll drop it off to their office on Monday. Come here, I need your help with something.” I walked around the car and sat on a milk crate next to my dad. “Did you go running?” I asked, noticing my dad was drenched in sweat. “Yep, 6 am. You should have joined me, get rid of that 5th grade baby fat.” Oh great, make me feel self-conscious, top notch parenting. My dad, aside from being a work hog was totally into fitness and staying fit. Sometimes I would involuntarily get to hear about his college days running cross country at the University of Florida. “Your mom has me going through these boxes, she wants to get rid of the clutter so the contractors can have a place to store their supplies and stuff when they start next week. Help me a bit and I’ll treat you to lunch somewhere.” “Alright, where do you want me to start?” I less than eagerly, agreed. “Go through these magazines and trash anything that is older than 2012.” Shit, that would have been the whole box. I slid it closer and began to rifle through. Majority were Better Homes and Gardens, Women’s Health and Men’s Health. “Why do we have all of these magazines?” I asked. “You don’t remember? All of those school fundraisers. Buying magazine subscriptions, giftwrap paper, peanut brittle and all of that other junk.” When my dad stood up I noticed the crotch area, he had an impressive amount of cock sitting out on display behind his sweatpants. I took that image in and pulled my eyes back to the box before he noticed. I had never looked at my dad that way, I couldn’t bring myself to it, he was dad and mentally I could not cross that bridge. I’m sure Ashton thought the same thing when he would see his dad strutting around the house. I guess I can see how he would be pissed at me for doing what I did. I crossed that bridge, potentially ruining his family if someone were to find out. Dad walked over to the garage door and opened it up. The Saturday morning sun casted light through the entire garage which caused me to squint and readjust my eyes but freed us from that hot stuffiness that was causing me to sweat entirely too early in the morning. “Looks like today is going to be a good one.” Dad looked out towards the neighborhood street and took in the fresh air and view. I went back to sorting the magazines but my mind trailed off to replay last night. As much as I enjoyed it, I couldn’t believe it was all a set up; it was a well-orchestrated plan by Mr. Willis to pass me off. I guess after months of no contact he finally moved on and found a new young boy. I didn’t mind the trade off; Ray had a monster cock, it felt so filling, my first taste of a black man. He came over with every intention of getting me naked and he succeeded but worryflies hit the walls of my stomach when I wondered if and when I would have Ray alone in my room again. “Keep working I’m gonna grab a quick shower and change clothes” My dad walked back into the house and I continued sorting. As I picked up another stack of magazines one of them slipped out of its cover and dropped to the floor. When I reached for it I could clearly see it wasn’t a Men’s Health magazine but a porn magazine…a gay porn magazine! “Oh shit!” I spoke in complete shock and thrill. I snatched it from the garage floor, looked around to assure my privacy and then lunged into the filth. The pages were worn but the images of fully erect nine inch cocks caused me to pop a boner right there in the garage. I latched onto my stiffy with a firm grip and began to squeeze. The cover read FRESHMEN, March 2003 and displayed this sexy, baby eyed, shirtless god in a pair of red Speedos. His named was Tag Ericsson and his body was perfect. Sure, it was a magazine from years ago but it had me going. Flipping further through the pages showed more cocks, well-toned, fit bodies and some erotic stories. I took another look around and pulled out my dick for a quick morning jerk. Sweat pushed through my pores and began dripping down my body as I softly pumped on my boy cock. Although I had naked flesh page after page in front of me, my stroke motivation came from last night with Ray. The feel of his cock was now faint but still şişli escort lingered at my hole, his smell still danced above my lips and my mouth watered to suck cock again. He loved my blowjob skills and if I couldn’t take all of his cock in my hole, at least he knew I could make him cum just from oral. I had to get alone with him again; I think a sick day from school would be my only opportunity. The blueprint of the plan was set just as I felt my balls emptying and cum surging towards the exit. My breaths got short and heavy and just as soon as I exhaled, a big strand of white, boy jizz flew out of me and landed over the magazines. “Oh no!” I worried but remembered they were getting tossed anyway. With nothing to clean myself off with I scooped the remaining cum from around my dick and had a snack. The sound of footsteps began to approach and I immediately stuffed myself back into my shorts. “Hey Jermz, throw all of that crap in the box, let’s head out, I have some errands to run.” I doubt my dad saw me; I was pretty covered by the boxes and the car. I tossed all the magazines back into the box and went to go change clothes. I tossed the magazines back in the box and went to change clothes. During the week I rarely see my dad so any time I could spend with him on the weekend I took advantage of it On our first stop we went to the drive up teller at the bank. My dad was depositing checks. After the transaction was done, I snuck a peak at the deposit receipt, $3783. “Dad, are we rich?” I asked. “Rich? Absolutely not…we’re not poor either.” “We aren’t?” “Wealth isn’t all about money, it’s about time and you have no choice but to spend it. So spend it well.” Pretty profound coming from a guy that sells insurance, let’s see if people starting paying their deductible with time. “That have anything to do with you and your friend?” “What? No! That happened months ago dad.” It may have happened months ago but it was one of the reasons Ashton and I fell out. “I saw the deposit slip and that’s a lot of money.” “Yeah well, it all goes to bills and the necessary needs. No money to piss away.” I lost interest in our talk and drifted my attention outside the window. My dad had a way of dulling a conversation; he would always say the adult thing rather than getting down on my level. Mr. Willis was the opposite; he didn’t speak to me like I was a child but like I was a friend. “Where are we going next?” “Home Depot. I have to price compare for a new fridge” Now, a normal kid would start to whine but I liked going to Home Depot, it was filled with straight, gorgeous men that liked to get dirty and use their hands. Catching glimpses of their bulge and sometimes spotting a guy freeballing in some gym shorts was the perfect pastime for a kid like me. When we pulled into the parking lot the flutters of excitement started and continued when we stepped foot in the door. My first sight for sore eyes was this Hispanic dad wearing navy blue work pants and a white t shirt that hugged his thick midsection, beefy chest and love handles and clung to his tree branch defined biceps. His arms were matted in black hair and as my eyes climbed higher I locked in on his well-groomed beard and a pair of brown eyes that would melt your heart. As we passed I turned my head to see the back view and was not disappointed. “Jermz, keep up.” My dad snapped me out of my gaze. A galloped to catch up and turned the corner to the appliances. “Alright, let me see what they have. If we don’t find anything at a reasonable price we’ll have to make a run to Sears.” Reasonable? Why don’t you just pay with time, lol. “What color are we getting?” I asked as I opened up one fridge door to look inside. “Black, to match the rest of the kitchen” “I like this one dad” “That is a nice one” That wasn’t my dad’s voice, it came from behind the fridge door. It sounded deep and masculine. I slowly closed the fridge to reveal and to my surprise it was Mr. Island! My urge to hug him was tamed but my eyes and smile could not hide my excitement of seeing him. “Hey!” “Hey yourself, how was the game?” “We didn’t go, they cancelled it because of the storm last night.” “Yeah, it was pretty bad, I lost power for a few hours, I’m here looking at generators.” At that moment my dad walked up. “Dad this is Mr. Island, he works at my school” “I hope Jeremy doesn’t give you any trouble.” “Oh no, he’s very respectful. Might be the best behaved 6th grader at the school.” “He’s probably playing nice because his birthday is coming up.” Although he may have been joking, my dad wasn’t wrong, I WAS playing nice, I was not giving them any chance to take back the smartphone promise. My dad’s phone rang and he excused himself and took the call, as usual. “Your dad seems nice” “Yeah, I guess. He’s just a dad, always working. We’re getting our kitchen remodeled and we came to pick out a new fridge.” “Well, I think this one is perfect, you should talk him into getting it. ” “I’ll try. Mr. Island, can I ask you something?” “What’s up?” Can I suck your big black cock? Sike! I was NOT that bold, not with him anyway. He had something that Mr. Willis I actually had a genuine crush on him that exceeded sex. “Well, I’m supposed to get a smartphone for my birthday. It’ll be my first phone ever and my parents will let me have a facebook account. sivas escort Can I add you as a friend? “Well…I doubt that’s a good idea because school staff really aren’t supposed to befriend students on social media” My soul was crushed! I was rejected and it didn’t feel too great. I looked up at him and I guess he saw the disappointment on my face. “Ah man, why do you have to look at me like that with those eyes?” He smiled and I could see him reconsidering. “I’ll tell you what. I will give you my number and if you ever need to talk about anything, you know bullying, peer pressure or anything, let me know.” My soul was uncrushed, lol. I’m sure he wasn’t supposed to give me his phone number either but I took it before he changed his mind. He wrote it on a receipt that was on the ground and handed it to me. “Don’t lose it, keep it in a safe place.” He instructed me. “Yes sir.” He gave me that grin that I looked forward to Monday through Friday. I folded the paper and put it in my pocket. “Well, I gotta get going.” Mr. Island wrapped up our conversation. “Okay, I have to find my dad, he went wandering off.” I wanted a hug, can I get a hug? Nope, he held out his balled up fist and I connected his with mine. A fist bump? I’ll take whatever I can get. Mr. Island waved goodbye and walked away with what I was now able to see, a nice round thing of plump beauty. I wanted him and I was going to get him by any means. I was capable of it, I mean; I DID just have Ray easing into my boyhole less than 24 hours ago. I stood there waiting by the fridges for a while then started walking around looking for my dad. I peaked down a few aisles and nothing; I eventually had to pee so I walked to the restroom. The restroom was in the back, past the lumber and directly across from the employee break room. Sucking sounds, that’s what I heard, slobbering and slurping as I entered but it immediately stopped when the door closed behind me. I went to the urinal and let out a much needed bladder release. As I finished I washing my hands, I stuck them under the air blower while my curiosity sat on edge I opened the door of the bathroom and closed it back as if I left. “I think he’s gone.” That’s what was whispered from one of the stalls. I tiptoed around the brick wall to get a better look at the stalls. I saw a pair of kneecaps hit the floor with a girthy white cock flop into view between them. Then from the other stall appeared this white guy, he was on his knees with his face 4 inches from the floor and eye level with that fat cock. “Come on, get back on this cock” The same voice came from the stall. The guy took the cock in his mouth and started sucking. Studying his skills, I noticed he wasn’t doing any of the things Mr. Willis taught me, he was spending too much time licking instead of sucking, but still the view was hot. “That’s it, lick on it. Put it in your fucking mouth” The guy was enjoying the service he was receiving. His light grey gym shorts with three blue stripes on the side were bunched up around his ankles. The sounds of pleasure so naughty, so risky in public only fueled the fire in me. I was feeding on a mixture of lust, thrill and the risk of getting caught. That all too familiar growth started happening. I began tenting up real nice, my boy cock started pressing against my jeans and throbbing for escape. Trying not to make any noise, I slowly took hold of my hardness and gave it a nice squeeze. The sucker’s eyes made contact with mine and I froze, not knowing what to do. He pulled the thick meat out of his mouth, gave me a grin and wink combo then kept sucking. He knew I was watching and he didn’t care, he was possessed. The guy had to be a college kid, probably went to UF and loved sucking anonymous cock on a Saturday morning that could be me in eight to ten years. He took long sucks down the shaft then slid his lips back up to the head. “Oh God, that feels so fucking good” This guy was loving it, I wished I could jump in and get a taste of the action. My dick started drooling and the precum began to spot the front of my crotch. Screw it, I slowly started undoing my jeans because if I wasn’t going to join, I was sure as hell going to stroke off to it. Just as I pulled my dick out over the waistband of my boxer briefs the restroom door opened. The cocksucking show disappeared from the under stall view and all you could see was their shoes and downed pants. As for me, I was caught red handed with my pecker poking out in the air. I turned around and it was the Hispanic daddy I saw when I first walked in. He smiled and walked over to me. My legs got wobbly when he took hold and stroked my pole. He looked over at the stalls, patted me on the head and walked towards the empty handicapped one. I was just about to follow him over until I heard him lock the door. Damn, I guess everyone wasn’t into young boy meat. I still stood there and watched what would happen next. The Hispanic daddy dropped his pants around his ankles and put his hand under the college kid’s stall. The cocksucker-my future self, hit the floor and assumed the position to take a mouth full. The daddy swooped down to his knees and displayed this incredible slab of brown meat. He was uncircumcised and even bigger than Ray, this thing was more than I could ever handle. “Take it” Came from the Hispanic daddy, his accent wasn’t as thick but sıhhiye escort you could hear it. The college kid downed it but with some gagging resistance and coughing but the slurping continued. The guy that was getting serviced before was left alone, I thought about going over and keeping him company but I was hesitant after being rejected a few seconds ago. The college kid pulled the brown cock out of his mouth and spat on it. “Do you want to fuck me with that fat uncut cock” Whispered the colligate slut. “Hell yeah, come in here” Came from the Hispanic daddy. The slut got up and joined him in the handicapped stall. While switching stalls the college kid winked at me again. “Looks like we have a visitor” “Yeah, he wants to see me get fucked by that big dick” I placed my hand back on my dick and started stroking. The sounds of sex filled the restroom and had it not been 9 A.M. I’m sure the foot traffic in here would have made it impossible for this to happen. I could hear the college kid whimper in pleasurable pain as he got invaded with slow, deep thrusts. “That’s it, take that cock boy” The loner’s voice reemerged. I looked in his direction and from the shadowed reflection I could see he was jerking his cock to the audible fuck session too. “I’m taking it daddy; I’m taking his big fat dick up my boypussy” This was too intense; I was on the edge of cumming and had no willpower to hold back. “I’m cumming!” I joined in. “That’s right little bro, jerk that cock and shoot” The college boy encouraged me. My vision got blurry as I felt my load racing to the exit. My breathing matched my vigorous stroking and as I reached that incredible feeling of release I closed my eyes and let loose. As intense as this was, you would have thought I was in the stall getting the action. My eyes faded back into vision and I saw my little cum pellets on the floor. Shiny from the fluorescent light I gazed at my cum, wishing it were placed somewhere else, preferably in the college guy’s mouth. “Cum in me sir!” The college boy’s voice kicked me back into reality. They were still going at it but I was done. I put my beaten cock up, fastened my pants but still watched. “I’m gonna cum. Do you want it?” “Yes, breed me!” “Here it comes!” The Hispanic daddy grunted out and got silent. Heavy breathing and satisfactory moans followed what had to be the emptying of that big daddy cock. I walked over to the sink, washed my hands but this time I dried them with the paper towels to get out of there quicker. As I tossed the used paper towels in the trash I looked back to capture the image of what happened and hoped that I would find my way back here again. Back on the floor I walked around a few more aisles, back to the refrigerators and almost every place until I saw my dad standing in the checkout line. “Dad” “There you are, where did you run off to Jeremy? ‘was looking for you.” The condensation from the soft drink refrigerator they place at the checkout caught my sight. After all that just happened, I started to get thirsty. “Dad, can I get a Dr. Pepper?” He studied me up and down. Why? I don’t know, to see if I was worthy of a beverage? “No, you can get a bottled water or Gatorade. Grab a bottle of water for me.” I retrieved water for my dad and an orange Gatorade for me. “What are you buying?” I asked, wondering why we were in the checkout line. “I’m getting the fridge.” I looked around, confused. “Where is it?” “We’re not taking it home. I’m paying for it and Greg Willis will come pick it up next week. I got the one you picked out.” I cracked a smile. My old man was alright, my day was going great and we still had a nice lunch to look forward to. Back in the car, as we pulled out of our parking space the college kid that was getting fucked in the stall walked in front of us. I tensed up a little, feeling guilty for what happened and hoping my dad didn’t pick up on any vibes he or I might be sending. The student winked and kept walking to his car. My dad was oblivious as we kept on and drove off to our next errand. I can’t think of a better sound than the cap being twisted off an ice cold bottle of Gatorade, hell, a bottle of anything cold would have worked at that time. I took a few gulps and place the cap back on. I looked out the window surveying the route. “Where to next?” I asked. “I don’t know, you’re birthday is coming up, Friday, right?” “Yep, the September 6th.” “You’ve been well behaved; I think it’s time to make good on the promise. Time to get your phone Jeremy.” “OH MY GOD! YES! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!” I was beside myself. I lifted out of my seat in excitement. He must have had this planned for today all along. “Calm down, calm down. Now, this comes with some rules.” “I know, I know. I just can’t wait. Everyone in school has a phone except me” I was still excited, even with the rules. “First off, no pornography. Second, you can have a password but mom and I will pick it out. We can look through your phone anytime we feel we need to. Do not go over on data. Do not let anyone hold your phone and most importantly do not lose it.” “That seems fair.” “That’s not it. I’m sure your mother has additional rules.” This couldn’t have happened at a more perfect time, I just got Mr. Island’s number and it would be the first one in my phone. I could finally sneak a peak of him to drool over later. All the “Now I cans” he had on a blue Florida Gators T-shirt and some light grey shorts with three blue stripes going up the sides. ************************************* If you like what you’re reading, please contact me and let me know. Feedback is appreciated…it keeps me motivated to write ail