Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2017 10:59:41 -0400 From: Oliver Iademarco Subject: Jeremy's Life Of Chocolate (Pt.2) This work should be placed in the gay interracial and Adult Youth- Stories about Cross-generational relationships section of nifty. 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 free to those that like to read the stories. Nifty welcomes any and all contributions to keep this site going. Feel free to make donations to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ****************************************************************************** Two weeks into school, a week away from my birthday and I was happy. I was promised a Smartphone and my plan was to use the camera on the phone to snap a picture of Mr. Island so I could look at him when I wasn't in school. Yeah, you could say I was crushing on him and in my 11 year old mind; he was attracted to me as well. There I stood in line waiting for my daily interaction. I planned on buying actual food today. I had become a big fan of the school's fries and that's all I would buy with the exception of bottled water. "Hey Jeremy" Mr. Island greeted. "Hi! May I have some fries and a bottle of water?" "You got it." As he gathered my items from behind his concession-like stand he sparked up a conversation. "So, what are your plans for the weekend?" He asked. 'I plan on Playing with myself in the bathroom while I think of you fucking my virgin hole.' That's what was on the tip of my tongue but wouldn't dare to say it. "I don't have any plans. Well, nothing fun. I have to go to my brother's football game tomorrow then church on Sunday, nothing fun." "Well, the football part sounds fun. I love football. How about you?" "I don't like it that much." I honestly replied but felt worried because we didn't have that in common. "My dad watches it but I don't. I like baseball." The latter was a lie. I didn't like any sports but I planned to change that. "Hurry up!" Someone from the line growled. Mr. Island looked in the direction of where it came from and gave a 'shut the fuck up, I'm talking to my boyfriend' stare. Okay, I embellished that last part but that's how I felt, I was his young love that brightened his day, out of all the other kids in the school, I was his and his only. He could melt your heart with his soft smile or leave you trembling with his 'I'm serious' glare. That's what I liked about him, he reminded me of Mr. Willis, in fact he was almost built like him but he was black. I have no problem with his race, it was his being black that pulled me to him, his chocolate tone had this craving mechanism that sent my hormones flying and after seeing Mr. Willis and Raymond last December my intrigue for men of color had grown. "Well, Jeremy let me know how it goes on Monday." "I will." We ended the conversation and I walked off. I prayed that he was looking at my butt when I walked off. One thing I haven't mentioned about me is that I have good butt genes; I get them from my dad's side of the family. For a boy my age, mine stood out, at least that's what I noticed when comparing mine to other boys my age. The rest of the day I developed a headache, which by the time I got off the school bus was full blown and throbbing. My plan was to take a Tylenol and pass out until dinner was ready but that plan began to alter when I approached my house. There was a service truck parked in our driveway with ladders strapped to the sides. What I didn't hear was hammering and sawing and I was thankful for that. When I opened the door I could hear my mother talking on the phone in the living room, she waved to me but continued her conversation. I entered the kitchen to grab a bottle of water to down and stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of this man standing in the kitchen sitting at the counter. "Hey there, you must be Jeremiah." It was him, Raymond, the big, black guy that was laying his pipe into Mr. Willis last December. I walked to the fridge with my head lowered in shame of him knowing who I really was, 'the kid that caught you having sex with your boss'. "Let me know if I'm in your way, I'm just waiting on your mother so we can go over the final paperwork before we begin ripping your kitchen apart." He chuckled. I opened up a counter drawer and retrieved the bottle of Tylenol. "Are you starting today?" I questioned, concerned that I wouldn't be able to nap this headache away. "Oh no, it's 4:30pm, too late to start. We still have to assemble a crew, equipment and whatnot. We won't start the job until Tuesday." "Oh, okay. Well, I have to go clean up my room" I grabbed my bottle of water and headed to my bedroom. I know I lied and it may have sounded rude but I was nervous and needed to escape the conversation before he recognized me. I took one Tylenol pill, gulped down some water to wash it down and turned on the TV. I plopped on my bed, took my shoes off, got comfortable and before you know it I was out. I rarely dream when I'm napping but I found myself back in Mr. Willis's office on that December night. In fact, this wasn't a dream, it was more so a revisit of what happened. I was standing there in front of him with my hard boy cock in his hand. This moment was a moment that I would relive for the next six months while lying in bed at night. "You ready?" I nodded and he took all of me into his mouth. Mr. Willis was skilled, his mouth felt wet, warm and snug. His lips gripped my little cock and worked it into a whole other realm of pleasure. The sensation spread from my dick to my hips and my thighs, I even began to get weak at the knees from the feeling. I grabbed on to Mr. Willis' shoulders to brace myself as I began to shudder. "Are you okay, Jeremy?" He pulled off my dick to ask me. I nodded. "No buddy, you gotta tell me. If you want me to stop, I'll stop, I just need to hear you tell me." "Don't stop. Please don't stop." I begged and whispered. He took my young cock back into his mouth and began milking me with his clamped lips. I threw my head back and starred at the ceiling, trying to savor this moment that may never happen again. I looked down and at the same time Mr. Willis looked up at me. Although he was an adult, he had puppy eyes that stole every emotion I had at that time. His lips were vibrant pink and puffy from sucking me off. He had slobber all over the outside of his mouth, he was in heat. He pulled off again and stood up displaying his hard cock. He motioned for me to go over to the couch and as I walked over there he palmed one of my butt cheeks in his big hand. "You have an ass like a 10 year old boy" He told me. "But I'm 11 Mr. Willis" He scoffed. "Never mind, it's an inside joke, from a movie. You have a nice butt. It's plump and sticks out" "Like yours. Your butt is big too." I replied...all of this being spoken in whispers. "I know, that's why guys like fucking me. They say I have a big 'ol thick 'booty'. I know you're gonna have some happy cocks going in that ass when you get older Jeremy." I kneeled on the couch, stuck my ass up in the air and looked back at him "I want it now. I want to know what it feels like...fuck me" Mr. Willis kneeled down behind me, took each butt cheek and pulled them apart, exposing my tight, pink puckering hole. I felt his wet tongue start at the top of my crack and work down to my balls. He traced back up to my hole and started to flick his tongue at the opening. The feeling was unknown to me, I had never felt anything like this but I loved it. Being rimmed by the best cocksucker in this town I tried to mentally record every second of this. His skills were professional and it seemed like he knew just how much tongue to slip inside my virgin hole. "Sweet as ever baby, your hole is sweet as ever." He whispered in pleasure. His drool served as lubricant and the more slobber he placed at my hole the wider I began to open up and eventually he was able to slide a good portion of his tongue into my ass. He slapped my butt, directing me to flip over. When he got me on my back he reunited his warm, well worked mouth with my dick and this time he wasn't screwing around, he really started sucking. Up until this point I had never, what's the technical term? Ejaculated? so this feeling of something dislodging from me kind of frightening, I didn't know if I would mistake my semen for piss and make a huge mess. "I think I might be close Mr. Willis" I labored out between moans. He let off my dick and starting stroking me with his big manly paw of a hand. I could not take this any longer, my breathing got heavier and the urge to pee grew and grew. I put my trust into this being my first ejaculation and not a fountain stream of piss all over Mr. Willis' office. "Just let it go Jeremy. Come on boy, shoot that sweet load" He coached me on. I closed my eyes when I felt whatever it was rocketing out of me and then it happened; this flush came over my body and I felt Mr. Willis' hand slow to a stop. When I opened my eyes, Mr. Willis was licking my first cumload off of his knuckles. "Is all of that from me?" I asked in disbelief. "And it's as good as ever buddy" He got up and sat next to me on the couch as I laid there trying to regain strength. "You still have a lot to learn...but this was a good start" He spoke as if this was only the beginning of our sexual relationship. He put his arm around me, pulled me closer and gave me a fatherly peck on the crown of my head. I noticed some cum still on his hand. Wanting to taste my own, I took his fingers and started licking and sucking the remains of my boy seed off. I awoke to a loud roll of thunder and the smell of food, pizza to be exact. I guess mom ordered out with it being Friday and all. I slid out of bed and began to make my way down the hall and to the kitchen. I walked in to a box of Papa John's sitting on the counter and a written note in my dad's handwriting. "JERMS, YOUR MOTHER AND I ARE GOING OUT TONIGHT. YOUR BROTHER IS STAYING THE NIGHT WITH SOME OF HIS TEAMMATES FOR THE GAME TOMORROW. WE FEEL YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH TO STAY HOME ALONE SO PROVE US RIGHT AND DON'T BURN THE HOUSE DOWN! LOL LOVE, DAD & MOM" Great! I had the place to myself. I put 3 slices of pizza on a plate, grabbed a Dr. Pepper out of the fridge and made my way to the living room. I looked through our DVDs and decided to watch The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug. About 20 minutes into the movie, the doorbell rang. I pressed pause and got up to see who it was. As I got to the door another grumble came from the sky, it was about to pour down for sure. "Who is it?" I asked from behind the door. "Willis Remodeling. I left some papers in the kitchen" I knew the voice and without further questioning or looking through the peephole I opened the door. It was Raymond but he wasn't wearing his uniform, he had on gym workout clothes. "Come in." I ushered him in. As I closed the door behind him I could see that it had started raining. "Thanks buddy, I left the contracts your parents signed in the kitchen, I have to turn them in to start the job. I was on my way to the gym." As he walked towards the kitchen, I got a view of those man globes. What I wouldn't give to see those in action again. He smelled of fresh soap, like he just showered and a hint of deodorant. "Pizza? Someone's gonna pig out tonight, huh? You got some friends coming over?" He questioned. "No, my parents went out for the night and my little brother is having a sleep over at a friend's house." I began searching for the missing papers. "I'm sure my mom would have put the papers up if they were left out on the counter, she doesn't like a mess of any kind. I hope they weren't important" "Actually, they kind of are. They have the pricing, billing and gives us written authority to start demo (demolition)" He replied. Again with the grown up shit and sassafras, I could care less the aroma of the pizza was calling my name. "If I don't have them sitting on the boss man's desk by Monday, he'll have my butt" He added. "Yeah right, more like you'll have HIS butt" I mumbled, but not as low as I thought. "What's that?" He asked. Oh shit, he heard me. Now I had to think of a lie to cover my words. "Nothing, I think my mom put the papers in-" I was cut off by Ray's phone ringing. "Hey boss" He answered. "No, not yet but I will. I'll have it for you as soon as I get it...yeah, you're right...I hope so...Alright, I'll let you know...Alright, later" He finished the call and hung up. "Was that Greg?" I questioned with a slight heightened interest. "Greg? Mr. Willis? Yeah, how do you know him?" He asked with a little bewilderment. "I used to be friends with his son Ashton; I stayed over his house before." I answered. I left out the part about sucking his cock, swallowing his cum, surrendering my boy hole to his tongue and him giving me my first blowjob. "Oh, okay. So you were saying the papers could be where?" He asked. I gestured for him to follow me and he did. We walked out of the kitchen, down the hall and to my mom and dad's office/her sewing room. A lightening flash lit up the windows as we entered the room. "If it's not in here, I don't know where it could be." The search continued as I lifted piles of paper and opened drawers. Ray just stood there texting on his phone, not paying me any attention. WTF? I was wasting my time looking for some junk I didn't care about while he was fiddling on his phone. The rain started to pound the roof harder. "Dang it.' I griped with frustration after not finding the papers. He put his phone away. "You know what, don't worry about it. I'll give your folks a call later this weekend and see if I can't pick them up first thing Monday morning." Well, he could have thought of that before coming over. "Well, you could have thought of that before coming over" I thought I mumbled low enough but again he heard. He grinned. 'What was that?" He questioned. I had nothing, so I said nothing. "Nothing" "A wise guy, huh? You know, Greg told me about that mouth. Yeah, he said you had some mouth on you" He chuckled and smiled. What happened next floored me. Ray slid his hand down his side and crossed over his cock bulge that began to get even bigger. He gripped it and shook it a little. My own shorts started to tent and mouth began to water. I couldn't believe this was happening, it was surreal. I grabbed my own package so he would know I was into what he was into. I even went a step further and licked my lips. "Let's go to your room." He said, still gripping his thick rod. I hit the lights and left out of the room as he followed. Walking to my bedroom the butterflies filled my stomach and a wave of nerves rushed through me. I could feel Ray's eyes locking in on my big butt. "Niiiice!" I heard escape from Ray's mouth in a whisper. When we reached my bedroom I turned around and that big cock of his was fully erect and insanely fighting its way out of his gym shorts. I licked my lips again and gestured for him to sit on my bed. I landed on my knees, positioned myself right between his legs, at the plate of this cock meal I was about to feast on. "I had you pegged when I first saw you, those lips and that big behind was a dead giveaway. I knew you liked dick, I just wasn't sure If you were into my type." Ray explained himself while he rubbed his still clothed cock. "I've only been with two guys, but you're the biggest." I admitted, not wanting him to think I slept around, that I was still fragile and learning. I placed my hand on his knee and drove it up his thigh then inside his shorts leg until my fingers made contact with his balls. He sported a big pair, I thought about that day I saw his sack banging against the taint of Mr. Willis. I gripped the base of his cock, barely getting my fingers around it and started milking his rod. I tugged at his shorts, wanting him to take them off. He stood up, untied his drawstring and let his shorts fall down his legs. That dick was a beauty, I wasn't well versed on sizes but I could tell he was about three and a half more inches longer than Mr. Willis. Ray sat back down and waited for me to take possession of his meat. All of the tools I learned clicked; I went into the crevasse between the thigh and crotch and inhaled his scent. I took hold of that chocolate treasure with one hand and ran my tongue from the bushy base to the thick mushroom head. "Fuuuuuck" Ray whispered in pleasure. I swirled my tongue around the head then repeated the same tongue trail on the other side of his cock. When I returned to the head, I parted my lips, closed my eyes and took him inside latching on to his cock with my lips, never loosening my grip. "Daaaamn...oh fuck it's like a pussy, it feels just like a pussy." Ray spoke in pleasured moans. I must have been doing a good job; he didn't make sounds like that during that 'leaky pipe' situation. Maybe I was that good, maybe better than Mr. Willis, maybe better than pussy, all of these thoughts swarmed my brain as I zombie'd out on this big black rod occupying my throat. Ray grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my 11 year old mouth until he went a little too deep and hit my gag reflex. I sat back on my heels, choking on saliva and precum. Through my watery eyes I could see that chocolate, shiny cock glistening which only made me eager to get my bearings and return to my dinner. I went back in and he let out another set of moans and groans. "You like sucking on my daddy dick, don't you?" He questioned. I'm sure everything he was asking me was rhetorical; no way would he want me to stop sucking to answer a question. "Shiiiit, you're gonna wear this dick out boy" I pulled off and started stroking to catch a few deep breaths. "You're cock is so big! It tastes so good...do you think we can do this more?" I shot my own line of questioning back at him but I wanted answers. "Well, I mean...working on it like that, yeah. I like head but I have to fuck that butt...It's fuckin' round and thick. We can do it again if it's good" He answered. "I won't stop until it is." I threw back, releasing a boyish grin and an eye wink. I continued working on Ray's dick, slobbering and trying my best not to make contact with my teeth. He hadn't complained so I guess my 'pussymouth' was to his liking. He grabbed the back of my head again but was more cognizant of my oral limits and didn't force it down my throat. "Yeah, I want to play with that ass...that big ass." I wanted that thing inside me so bad. He tapped the back of my neck, directing me to let off his cock, stand up and turn around. I did as he ordered, offering an upfront view of my young boy buns. "I'm real tight. I-I never had one inside of me" I told him with caution, pulling my shirt off and tossing it across the room. "You're a virgin, huh? Don't worry...I'll get it up in there." Amazed at the size and feel of it, he groped, rubbed and manhandled my full sized boy butt. He hooked his fingers inside the waistband of my shorts and peeled them down to my ankles, exposing those bare buns that seemed to be the main attraction. He gave a big smack that made me buck and wince but then placed a kiss where it stung. His lips felt soft and wet. I was in heaven when Mr. Willis rimmed me, I could only imagine how Ray would tongue-bang my hole. But he didn't, he stood up, repositioned me doggystyle on the bed and started whacking his hard cock against my booty. Ray released a wad of spit into my crack and I felt his warm, wet salvia slid down and cover my pink, winking young hole. I felt his big thumb press against the opening then slip its way in but with involuntary resistance from my sphincter it only got in partially. He removed his thumb then started a combination of rubbing that hammer's head against my hole and sliding his entire shaft between my cheeks. "You got any lub- what am I thinking, you wouldn't have any lube. Do you have any Vaseline, baby oil or something slippery?" He questioned. "Can't you just use spit?" I asked, not wanting to leave from his possession. "Spit ain't gonna cut it, I don't want to hurt you with this thing." He took his big hammer cock and whacked it in his palm. "Okay, I'll be right back" I left my vulnerable position to retrieve whatever I could find. Walking through the house butt naked with Ray's spit moistening my crack I caught glimpses of myself in the full length mirrors my mom had in the hallways. I stopped and took in my image. I was 5'5, I wasn't skinny-I had pudge, my chest and nipples were puffy, there was no muscle definition, my hair was dark brown and like I you already know by now, I had a bubble butt. I felt so desirable at this moment; I was having my third sexual encounter within a year. I had this chocolate, blue collar slab of beef in my bedroom with the thickest dick I've ever seen and he was patiently waiting on my return so he could take possession of my virgin tail. I swiped the jar of petroleum jelly from my parents' bathroom and walked back into my room. "I thought you got lost. Welcome back." He greeted me, now sitting back on my bed. I walked towards him waving the jar. "I got it. I hope this works." "That's fine baby. Come over here and give me more of that sweet mouth." I hit my knees, handed him the jar and took his rod back in my mouth. The moans continued and my dick began to grow again. I wondered if Ray would suck me like Mr. Willis, as much as I wanted to bottom, I also wanted to feel a warm mouth on my cock too. "Bend back over baby, get doggystyle." He ordered. I heard the petroleum jelly jar opening, and then Ray stood up. He scooped a glob out of the jar and slathered it all over his big meat. It shined and showed all the power it possessed. Back in the position, I felt his hard cock return between my cheeks and coat my valley with the slippery, greasy jelly. Pressing his mushroom head against my hole, it began to enter much easier than Ashton's fingers. Yeah that's right, I DID fool around with my former best friend but I'll talk about that later. "Go slow" I cautioned Ray. "Relax your hole; open that boy pussy up for Ray" Boy pussy? I heard that before, it didn't do anything for me then but hearing it from this thick, raspy-voiced chocolate bear of a daddy sent a pleasure storm through my frame. He continuously ooohhh'd and aahhh'd in satisfaction as he sunk it in slow by the inches. And it happened, he hit a level that I couldn't handle and the pain came. "Owt" I grimaced from the sharp pain. I reached back under me along my taint and felt Ray's dick. There was still a good four inches of black cock waiting to come in but I had reached my bottoming plateau for the evening. "I can't take the rest of it, it's starting to hurt" "It's alright, I won't go any further, just push back when you feel ready" He caressed my butt, trying to ease my discomfort. I braced myself and attempted to push back onto the remaining inches and just as the pain dulled and pleasure took over the doorbell rang. DING! I tensed up and Ray yanked out the five inches that he had successfully dipped into my boy cove. He pulled up his shorts and I snatched up my strewn about clothes. "Shit! I thought you were gonna be alone. I gotta go!" He said in a panic. I managed to get my shorts on but remained shirtless. "Follow me, take the side door." I rushed him to the door in the kitchen that led to the carport on the other side of the house, blind from the front. "Thank you-" I tried to speak as he rushed out the door but was cut off by another doorbell ding and banging. "Jeremy! Jeremy! Open the door!" The voice coming from the front door was my little brother, little twerp. What the hell was he doing home? Then he started banging on the door as I got closer. "Jason, what are you doing home?" I asked still not opening the door as a form of torture. "Jeremy, open the door!" He demanded in the weakest 8 year old voice ever. "Why should I?" "Jeramiah, if you don't open that door!" Now, THAT voice I was afraid of, it was my mother. I quickly unlocked and opened the door and the both of them came rushing in bringing the rain with them. Shit, my house freedom and sex session was cut short, not only that I'd probably have to share my pizza. "What's HE doing home?" I asked my mom. "Jeremy, don't be ugly. Two of the kids got sick and they called all of the parents. Michael, go put your stuff in your room and change out of those wet clothes." She instructed my brother. "Jeremy, go put a shirt on. I hope you didn't pig out on pizza, your brother barely ate anything." She started to remove The door opened again and it was my dad. "Talk about a storm! They might cancel the game tomorrow if the field is underwater" He shook the rain off of him. "Jermz! Did you eat all of the pizza? I'm starving" My dad asked as he walked into the kitchen. "No, I only had a few slices" "Curtis, Honey, what did the contractor want?" My mom asked my father as the two of them walked into the kitchen, leaving me in the foyer. "He lost a set of keys, poor guy. Said his boss reamed him out about misplacing them, been driving all over in the rain looking for them." My father answered. All of a sudden my stomach began to churn and I had to rush to the bathroom. Welcome to the world of bottoming, I guess. I felt emptiness left by Ray's dick inside of me, that full feeling was incredible and I hoped it would happen again soon. Later that night in bed as I began drifting off, I heard a buzz and this light began to glow under my bed. I looked down and picked up this phone, it was Ray's phone; he must have left it while rushing out of the door. I sat up and began to go through it. He had six unread text messages. I opened the most recent one from today and it was from Mr. Willis. "HEY RAY, REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU ABOUT? WELL, YOU CAN TRY IT OUT FOR YOURSELF, HE'S ALONE. I PROMISE YOU, BEST FUCKING MOUTH IN THE CITY." ************************************************************************ If you like what you're reading, please contact me and let me know. Feedback is appreciated...it keeps me motivated to write more! Thank you for your previous kind emails. oliverdmrc@gmail.com