Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 05:14:50 -0700 From: Tale Teller Subject: Matt's New Habit - Part 1 Matt's New Habit **WARNING: The following contains a fictionalized story involving non-sexual activities between minor boys. The story does involve fetish activities between minors involving smoking so if this offends you personally or is illegal in your area somehow, just click the "back" button in your browser and do not read it. Know the laws in your area and protect yourself.** Part 1: Little Matthew, called Matt for short, didn't seem to quite fit in with other boys his own age. He had very recently turned 8 years old but no other 8 or 9 year olds seemed to get along with him. Mostly this was because Matt was wired like a boy much older, and seemed to not understand how his same-age playmates acted. They all seemed somewhat silly and juvenile to Matt. And so, Matt spent a lot of time alone. But Matt did have his eye on a group of kids who he did want to be friends with. The youngest one was only 10 or 11, but most of the boys in this group were about 12 and 13. They all hung out on a corner near Matt's house and he could hear them swapping jokes and swearing as he rode his bike by them. All summer he'd been studying them, wondering how he could get to know them. Once he even tried approaching them, only to be chased off and called a "little wimp" and a "baby." Matt didn't like that. But he knew, somehow, he could integrate himself into this group and gain their acceptance. The answer came to Matt one day when he was buying a candy at the local drug store. When he was leaving, he looked down the alleyway and saw the group of boys huddled near the back, all smoking cigarettes and keeping a lookout for adults. One of them almost caught Matt looking but he averted his gaze just in time and scurried off. As Matt ran off his mind raced. That was bad, REALLY bad, he thought. Boys weren't allowed to smoke. But then again, it was 1958, and smoking wasn't exactly uncommon. In fact, it wasn't even that uncommon for a kid to just go into a store and say they were buying smokes for their dad and be able to get some, though Matt hadn't the courage for such a thing. But, cigarette machines all over town proved to be an easy source for Matt to get his own smokes, if he were so inclined. But he couldn't, right? He shook the very thought right out of his head as he walked home and ate his candy. Smoking was bad, and no matter how much he wanted to fit in with the older boys on the corner, there was no way he would smoke to do it. But the thought of it, the very idea, gnawed at him all night and haunted his dreams. In his dreams, he was standing right alongside the group of boys behind that drugstore, smoking right with them and keeping a lookout for nosy adults. He awoke a boy on a mission. Matt scrounged up every cent he had. He emptied his piggy bank, he dug around in the couch cushions and he gathered up every errant coke bottle he could find around his house and around town and turned them in for the 5 cents back. Eventually he had a bit of a nest egg to work with, in addition to his normal allowance. He made his way down to the local gas station. The cigarette machine was off to the side, around the corner from the front door and next to the outside restroom door but Matt still tried to not be seen by anyone as he approached the vending machine. He figured he could always make a dash for the bathroom if anyone saw him going for the machine. With a trembling hand, Matt fished out a quarter and approached the machine. Looking around to make sure no one saw, he put the quarter in and pulled the first lever he saw. A pack of Marlboro Reds came out and Matt hurriedly scooped it up. Looking and still seeing no one, he fished out one more quarter, popped it in, and pulled another level. A pack of Camels came out and he grabbed that out of the bin too. Not wanting to push his luck, he scurried off, got on his bike, and headed for a secluded spot. Matt made his way out to a secret fort of sorts that he had found in the woods. It wasn't really a fort, more like a few planks of wood which made a platform high up in a broad tree and accessible only by boards nailed to the trunk of the tree. Matt climbed up and sat down, fishing the smokes out of his pockets. His hands trembled as he unwrapped the pack of Marlboros, opened it up and pulled a single cigarette out. Placing it between his lips, he fished out the box of strike anywhere matches he had taken from his house earlier, fished a single match out, and struck it. The match poofed to life and Matt's hand, trembling all the way, brought the flame to the tip of the cigarette. It sure seemed like people sucked on these things to smoke them so Matt sucked on the cigarette and watched the tip glow as the match touched it. Not sure what to do with all the smoke in his mouth now, he simply blew it out. Matt really had no idea how to smoke, so simply drew on the cigarette and blew the smoke right out, over and over, making little puffs each time. The taste wasn't so bad, he thought, and he bet he looked really cool doing it. Matt went through two Marlboros in a row this way, taking longer and longer puffs each time. As he worked his way through each cigarette a new and unfamiliar, but wonderful feeling started pulsing through his body, causing his three inch long boyhood to begin expanding to its full length, throbbing somewhat when it reached its apex. Matt loved these new feelings and adjusted his pants slightly to accomodate this new wonderful side effect. Smoking had made him grow up just a bit more, he reasoned. He liked the feeling. "Now I'm ready to hang out with the cool kids!" he thought. He got his chance the next afternoon at the drug store. Matt had been staking the back of the store out, waiting for the cool kids to gather and smoke again. He had tried smoking a couple more times since the previous day, this time trying the Camels which he found tasted better than the Marlboros. He sat in his room late the previous night and smoked out the window. It seemed to air out by morning. Finally he saw the older kids back behind the store again, and he worked up his courage and started walking toward them, pack of Camels in hand. As he got closer, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and began taking his little drags as he walked toward the group of older boys. They took notice, and Matt saw them elbowing each other and pointing. "Hey kid, so you smoke now?" one of them piped up. He was one of the oldest ones, about thirteen, and seemed to be the leader of the group before. "Y-yeah," Matt answered nervously, taking a big puff and blowing the smoke right out. "I like it." He tried to seem nonchalant like he did this all the time, even though the act of smoking, especially around the "cool kids," had caused that same stirring in his loins to begin again. "Can I smoke with you?" "Hey look he's not even inhaling!" one of the other boys said, making the rest of them snicker. Matt had not anticipated this and started to feel himself slump his shoulders and curl up, preparing to run away if he needed to. But the oldest boy approached him. "Shut up Kenny, Carl," he said, taking a knee in front of Matt. "So you want to smoke with us?" Matt nodded his head yes. "OK, well, if you want to join us, you have to smoke for real, OK? No puffs. Watch me." With that, the older boy brought the cigarette up to his lips, took a deep drag, and opened his mouth slightly as he took a quick breath, making the smoke disappear down his throat. He held the smoke in a few seconds and blew it slowly out of his mouth and nose. The older boy was good looking, not in a model or movie star sort of way, but Matt was instantly drawn to how masculine and powerful he looked while demonstrating his smoking. Matt was surprisingly entranced. "See what I did there? Watch." the older boy said, repeating the process over and over slowly for Matt to see and learn. "Now you try." Matt, hands trembling again from his nervousness, brought his cigarette up to his lips again and took a drag. He repeated the process he had watched the older boy show him and soon his throat and chest were seized up like they were being gripped by an unseen hand. He started coughing and smoke was forced out of his mouth and nose. The older boys, except the leader laughed a little at this, but it wasn't a mocking laugh. Matt could tell they were more laughing with recognition than derision. "That's OK," the older boy encouraged, "that happens to everyone the first time. Keep trying." Matt did what the older boy said and took another small drag and inhaled. This time he was able to exhale properly and only coughed a little at the end. He repeated this process three, four, and five more times and noticed that it got easier and easier. By the tenth inhale, he wasn't even coughing anymore. He had done it! He was smoking like one of the big boys! "Wow look," one of the older boys finally said, "he's really doing it! Hey good job, kid!" Matt smiled with pride at this and adjusted his pants slightly. He was fully throbbing by this point, his head swimming with pride, nicotine and new hormones. "I'm Scott," the oldest boy finally said, "want to join our club?" Matt took another drag and nodded up and down enthusiastically as he blew smoke out of his lungs and mouth again. "What's your name?" "Matt" "OK Matt, this is Carl, Kenny, Robby and Josh." "Hi," Matt offered, not totally sure what to say. The awkwardness hadn't worn off just yet, but Matt figured he would settle into the group soon enough if he just kept smoking and acting natural. He was right. Within a few minutes, Matt was done with his cigarette and lit another, and the boys were all back to joking with each other and checking over their shoulders for adults. This being a small town, they all at least went to the same school, and soon they were swapping stories about teachers they didn't like and places they knew to hide out and smoke. Matt joined in with this and tried to take accurate mental notes. This was all so cool, being part of the group. By the time Matt lit his third Camel, he noticed his throat wasn't tickling anymore and he didn't have the urge to cough. He was a smoker now. Eventually it was time to go and the group broke up and went their separate ways for dinner at their respective houses. Matt overheard a few offered tips as to how to cover up the smoke smell so his parents wouldn't know what he'd done and took note of that too. As he went for the drug store to buy some gum and mouthwash, he felt the oldest boy tug at his shoulder again. "Hey Matt," he offered, seemingly proud of the daring little kid and how bold he'd been, "looks like you got the hang of things. I just wanted to tell you one more thing. In our group we smoke Camels, OK? So just keep buying those." Scott tapped the pack in Matt's pocket for emphasis. It was at this point that the older boy seemed to take obvious note of the small bulge in Matt's pants. "Wow, I guess you like smoking a lot huh?" Scott said, taking a knee in front of a now blushing Matt and regarding his small package for a moment. "Let's see..." Without more warning, Scott's hand was down Matt's pants and underwear, probing a little before finding Matt's throbbing hardness. Soon his fingers were wrapped around and he was stroking Matt urgently, causing the feelings inside Matt to begin churning with a more intense vigor. His eyes rolled back a bit as the older boy pumped him, and Matt just submitted totally to his first-ever handjob. Within a few minutes Matt let out a small yelp as tingling feelings swept his body and his small cock exploded in a new series of pulsing, throbbing feelings that sent lightning bolts into Matt's very core. He was having his first-ever orgasm and was enjoying every second of it, His eyes were shut tight. As the feelings ebbed he opened his eyes to see Scott with a huge, contended smile on his face that matched Matt's look. "Like that, huh?" Scott asked, provoking a vigorous nod of agreement from Matt. "Usually after I do that I have a smoke." Matt didn't need much more prompting, and within seconds he had another cigarette out and lit, taking deep, urgent drags. Scott got up off his knees, seemingly satisfied with all he had shared with Matt for now, and got onto his bike. "See you on the corner tomorrow, you remember where right?" Matt nodded yes and Scott rode off. Matt smiled to himself and felt pride. He was a part of the big boys' club now. To be continued... Other stories by this author: *Little by Little for Little Brother" in gay male, Incest "Matt Learns To Suck" in gay male, Adult/Youth "The Naked Summer" in gay male, young friends