Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2018 01:19:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Jared Nifty Subject: Jared's Addiction, part 2 This story is purely a work of fiction and a figment of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to any human, alive or dead, place, business/corporation, or events, is purely coincidental. This work of fiction contains material that is sexual in nature and is not for consumption or reproduction by those younger than the age of 18 years in the United States or with accordance to local laws in other countries. Neither this work of fiction nor the author condone sexual activities performed on or by minors of less than 18 years of age. All rights reserved, 2018. PART 2 JARED'S PERSPECTIVE I put my clothes back on and shut his door quietly before heading out. He's already fast asleep after getting his dick sucked, as usual. I've been `seeing' Kal for around six months now, and Kendrick still has no idea. In fact, he just found out I was gay. Kal found out by a similar situation: he was in our room waiting for Kenji to get ready for practice and woke up my computer, finding my gigantic collection of kink porn. He said he promised to keep it between him and I if I did whatever he wanted, and I complied. By that point, I had no experience with sex but I definitely knew I wanted it. Usually, it was just a blowjob after school, but recently he's gotten more exploitative and has taken an interest in finger-fucking me. He's so good at it, I don't mind. Being at the complete mercy of Kal turns me right the fuck on. The frequency has also increased. Originally he'd have me over once or twice a week but it seems like it's more like every day now. I've really come to enjoy our sessions, though. One time Kendrick saw I had a text notification from Kal on my phone and asked why I even had his number and he bought my lie that I was thinking about taking up soccer and wanted to ask him about it. "Why didn't you just ask me? I'm your brother, you know," he said. "Well, I guess I wanted an unbiased opinion," I lied. He's gullible. He also seems to buy my lie that the reason I don't come home after school multiple times per week is that I'm studying for biology with a friend from class. I've done that once - every other time I was with Kal, and the excitement I get from seeing him undress, from tasting his dick, is persistent. Still, it's definitely a challenge to keep this a secret from Kenji; we're very close. Later that night, something rather strange happened, but I'm trying not to think anything of it. I got home from Kal's house, business as usual. My step-dad serves dinner, minus one portion: my mom's still at work (what else is new?). Kenji on my left, my step-dad on my right, and my other 2 step-brothers, Vinny, and Percy across the table. We actually have pretty well-rounded discussions at the dinner table. Sometimes they get heated, but that's something you're going to have to get used to in a family of six - and this time, the discussion is over spaghetti and meatballs. And to think I haven't had enough meat and balls for one day! "All I'm saying is they shouldn't be making another Grinch movie - they've made enough," Percy says. He's very passionate about movies - he's probably seen over three thousand movies in his young life. "Yeah. Agreed. Especially, because nothing is going to top Jim Carrey as the Grinch," Vinny concurs. Surprisingly, this single topic spans the entirety of dinner time tonight. Kendrick plays devil's advocate and is extremely in favor of this new Grinch movie. Who knew he was so passionate about furry green dudes? I finish up the last of my spaghetti and put my dish in the sink and head to take my evening shower. Showers are very necessary, even if it means washing the scent of a man off of my body. I turn the shower on all the way to hot, because I have a super weird obsession with practically getting my skin burnt off, and undress. I hop in and though it definitely burns a little bit, the pleasure I get from taking a scalding shower far outweighs the burning sensation. Every day in my evening shower I masturbate, so my body is pretty much trained to give me an erection as soon as my skin touches that boiling water. I've been in the shower for around 2 minutes now and the mirrors are already steamed all the way up. It gets hard to breathe after a while but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. I lather my hands up with conditioner and work my hand up and down the shaft of my white, six and a half inch cock, thinking of situations and settings that would undoubtedly get me labeled as crazy by everyone I know - me on my knees in a locker room full of horny high schoolers, me walking around the halls and spotting pictures of me taking cock on everyone's phones, Kal finally giving in and fucking me even though I happen to be a boy. In, out, in, out. `I love it Kal! I want it so bad please please please fuck me I NEED IT' -- I throw my head back in pleasure and polish the head of my dick, starting to quiver as I cum all over the glass shower wall. After thoroughly enjoying the moment of orgasm, I open my eyes slowly and take in the haze that is steam enveloping the bathroom. There's someone standing there, though. Kenji? Why is he standing there? Did he just watch me cum? How long has he been standing there and what all did he just see? "Kenji?" I begin, my voice catching from nervousness. He jolts as if he was in a trance, about-faces and closes the door behind him. I don't know what to make of this. In fact, I have no idea where to start. At one point, up until about six years into our parents' marriage, I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me. For him to give me the dick which is so rightfully mine. I've actually worked for years to suppress my feelings for Kenji and if he's suddenly attracted to me I don't know what I'm going to do, or if I would even want to do anything. I put on my clean clothes and head to our room. I push open the door and Kenji's not there. Thank god. I still don't even know what I'm going to say to him. The rest of the evening goes by smoothly and without incident, but Kenji never comes back for bed, but I sleep like a rock so the absence of Kenji barely phases me. I'm out until the you're-gonna-be-late-if-you-don't-get-up-right-now point and Kenji's in the kitchen making pancakes when I finally get my lazy ass out of bed. I guess he must have came to bed last night. "How many do you want, bud?" He asks me. I could never eat more than two and I tell him so. He makes me two pancakes and we're out the door as if absolutely nothing happened last night. It's what has become my normal routine: I wake up, go to school, dread my time there, go to Kal's house, come home, and repeat. On school days I find it especially challenging to get through the day because only one thing is on my mind: Kal. That's why I'm filled with anticipation when the dismissal bell rings every day. I walk to the Publix parking lot after school as I usually do and wait for Kal to pick me up and the only reason Kenji doesn't suspect anything is that I tell him I'm in the science club, which meets after school every day, and walk home after, which is partially true. I am in the science club but that is certainly not what I'm doing after school. By the time Kal picks me up, I'm sweating buckets. I hope he doesn't mind. His navy car pulls up and the doors unlock. My heart pumps faster. I throw my shit in the back and hop in the front. I know it's nothing real because he's straight and all, but I'm glad I get to play a role in this boy's life, even if it is just to get him off. My phone dings with a notification and I see I have a text from Kenji. `Have fun at science club, you absolute nerd!' We always poke fun at each other, and even if I'm not going to science club today, I am definitely going to have fun. `Thanks Kenj! I'll see u when I get home.' "God damn, you're sweaty," Kal says as he pulls away. "Well maybe if you drove a little quicker!" I tease. "Well if you're that hot, maybe you should undress," he says, without taking his eyes from the road. I hesitate. "You want me to take my clothes off right now?" I ask. "Did I stutter?" He didn't stutter. I take off my shirt and shorts and am sitting in my briefs on his passenger seats. His windows are tinted but not very well: it's a high-schooler's car. He's right, I am a lot cooler now, with barely any clothes on and the air conditioning on high. He motions to his crotch and I know what to do. He's never wanted me to suck him in the car before but there's a first time for everything. I lean over and bury my face in his crotch. I'm back where I belong. He doesn't like too much when he walks away with a wet stain on his jeans so I hold back. I reach my hands over and unbutton and unzip his jeans. He lifts his ass up and I slide down his jeans and underwear, giving me unfettered access to his beautiful, 16-year-old blonde-boy dick. I immediately stuff it in my mouth like some kind of cock-deprived animal and attempt to suck the life out of him. He lets out a moan, which makes me moan in response. My tongue is exploring every vein and crevice of his dick, which I pretty much have memorized by this point. I've also learned that he likes wet blowjobs, so I let it all leak out of my mouth. I love the feeling of being a sloppy bitch, making a mess of my meal and showing him how much I care. How much I care that he enjoys himself, that he can do anything he wants to me, with me, on me, and I will comply happily. I am his bitch. He reaches around and slaps my ass, which is now in the air. I moan deeply, thrusting my pelvis forward and taking his cock deeper into my mouth in response. He can slap me as hard as he wants, in fact, I want him to. Another slap to my ass and I'm leaking precum into my briefs. My wet stain is obvious but I don't care. He slaps me again and I take his dick all the way down to the base. I can feel it pulsing in my throat and I lick his balls while I'm down there. He moans and pulls me up by my hair and off of his dick. He usually never stops me mid-blowjob, so I'm a tad confused. He caresses my face and brings his lips to mine. He slips his tongue into my mouth and I don't really react because I didn't think in a million years he would kiss me - not when his cock has been in my mouth. I close my eyes and accept his tongue into my mouth. It explores for a second and he breaks. "What was that for-" I begin, and I realize he parked the car when I was sucking him off and we're not at his house. We're behind what appears to be a Walmart and Kal is rolling his window down and flagging someone down hanging around in the back parking lot. "Wh-" Kal shushes me in that instant and talks to the other guy. "Hey, Kal," mystery man says. "Hey, Matt," Kal acknowledges. "This is the kid I was telling you about. They both look at me. NOTE: Thanks for the feedback and constructive criticism! As usual, you can provide feedback and whatever else at JaredsNifty@yahoo.com. Thanks!