Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2018 13:10:24 -0500
From: Oliver Iademarco <oliverdmrc@gmail.com>
Subject: Jeremy's Life Of Chocolate 5

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
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Adult male: mid to late 30s and 40s
Male youth:  11, 12

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Wait a minute that was my dad in the stall? What the hell!? I toggled
between excitement for getting my phone and shock when I pieced all of it
together that afternoon. Eventually, dad getting a blowjob took a backseat
when the phone powered on. There was so much I wanted to do, set up my
Facebook page and take the right selfie to use as my default picture.

"Jeremy, come and eat!" My mom shouted from the kitchen.

 I placed my phone on my bed and allowed it to finish charging as I left
the room to join my family. I walked in to my mom pulling baked potatoes
out of the oven and my little brother already eating his TV dinner for
kids.

"Loaded baked potatoes tonight Jeremy" My mom acknowledged.

"Where's dad?" I asked.

"He went out for an evening run but he'll be back. I wish he wouldn't do
that when it gets dark, people are so careless when they drive." She
worried herself.

"Well, at least he finished sorting through all of those boxes in the
garage."

He did? Dang it, I meant to grab that porn magazine and stash it in my room
for future use. Wait, if he went through the magazines, that means he saw
my jizz all over Erik Rhodes photo spread. I held a bit of nerves but at
the same time, dad had no room to scold me, especially not after this
morning.

"This will probably be the last meal I cook in here for a while, get used
to take out for a few weeks. I can't wait for the remodel to start. They're
saying it will be a three week job." She continued to speak.

I'll have three weeks of watching Ray work up a sweat in my house and
hopefully some of that sweat will come from pounding my white ass.

"I don't want you getting in their way Jeremy."

"How could I get in their way mom?"

"Just steer clear, okay?"

"Alright" I answered only to pacify her.

As we tore through our dinner all I could think about was last night, this
morning and my smartphone.  After I finished dinner I was going to check
the garage to see if my dad might have overlooked the porno magazine. Just
as I downed my last bite of baked potato my dad walked in and took his
place at the table.

"Jermz, how's the phone?"

"Good, it's charging."

"After I eat I want to go over with you how it works, get you fully set up"

"Okay" I took my plate into the kitchen and headed to the garage.

The magazines were sitting at the garage door in a box ready to be thrown
away. I quickly dug through the box and retrieved the golden treasure;
oddly still damp from my mess this morning. My boy cock grew from the
excitement and my knee jerk reaction was to pound out a quickie but I
didn't.

I stuffed the magazine under my shirt and began my trek back to my
room. When I got there my dick was drooling precum, throbbing for me to
jerk it and I was about to until I heard my phone buzz. It was notifying me
that it was fully charged; I tapped on the screen and the illumination
entranced me.

"Starting without me?" My dad's voice snapped my trance.

"It just finished charging. Here"

I handed the phone over to him, showing total obedience and compliance as
agreed. Dad took it and plopped down on my bed with one foot on the floor
and the other hiked up on the bed. I tried not to look but he was bulging.

"Let me see, what's the password going to be Jeremy?"

"Could it be my birthday?"  I answered in a questioning tone. I was
surprised to be given the opportunity to choose.

"Nah , something else, it has to be something a little harder."

"What if I reversed it? 106090?"

He sat thumbing the screen then nodded with approval.

"That'll work."

He did some more thumbing and I sat there thinking about what took place
this morning. My dad was gay, well, bisexual at best. He was on his knees
in the Home Depot restroom getting sucked off by a guy, what would you call
that?

And the guy, the college kid was downing my dad's cock like it was candy
flavored. I guess that wink in the parking lot was meant for my dad, not
me, lol. Still, I couldn't bring myself to get turned on by dad, it just
didn't feel right but what the college kid did to my father was the same
thing I did to Ashton's so I really couldn't place myself on any kind of
high ground, you know?

Then there was the Hispanic daddy that gripped on my boy cock, that got me
so hard but he turned me down. I wished I could have a go at that brown
monster but obviously he wasn't into underage boys but when it comes to
wanting something, especially hard cock, I pretty much will stop at nothing
to get it.

"All set. I programmed my number and your mom's number in your
contacts. I'm going back to finish my dinner"

Dad got up and left the room. I closed the door and yanked off my shorts to
finally take care of this pulsing stiffy. I took place in bed, still warm
from dad's body heat and stroked myself into another pleasurable
masturbation session.

On Monday I couldn't wait to show Mr. Island my phone during lunch. I
finagled my teacher into letting me leave early because I really needed to
use the restroom before lunch. Of course I walked right past the Boys'
restroom and into the cafeteria where I saw my handsome chocolate love
already set up at his stand.

"Hey Jeremy, what are you doin' in here so early, skipping class?" He
asked.

"No, I had to use the restroom so my teacher let me leave early so I
wouldn't be late to lunch. I have something to show you."

I retrieved my phone from my pocket and held it out for Mr. Island to check
out. He took and held it to his phone to compare.

"Not bad, almost as big as mine. You kids don't need phones that big, do
you?"  He said with a teasing grin.

"No, but I wanted it. I like big things."

Oh great Jeremy, just create an awkward moment. Now he's going to think I'm
a size queen.

"Hey, I'll be right back; I have to grab my register." He put both phones
down and went across the room and into the kitchen.

I soaked in the sight of seeing his body move, I was his, completely. My
gaze was cut short by his phone buzzing and if you're familiar with my ways
from previous chapters, you should already know I took that opportunity to
investigate. Just before I could swipe his screen the bell rung and
Mr. Island came back.

"I better go sit down; we have to sit at our homeroom tables"

I picked my phone up and found my seat. I was bummed that I didn't get to
nose around on his phone but another part of me was glad I didn't, I didn't
want to do anything that would make him stop being as friendly as he has
been. The rest of the day was uneventful, as well as the next day but
Wednesday made up for all of that.

On Wednesday I faked sick so I could stay home, I knew the workers would be
here and my mom had some important work thing going on. A few ticks before
9am I heard a truck pull into the driveway, peering out the window I saw it
was Mr. Willis.

"Well what are you doing here?" He asked with a mix of surprise and
naughty.

"I live here. Oh and I'm sick, I guess." I said sarcastically.

Mr. Willis walked into the house, he was wearing a pair of shades, tucked
in polo shirt and a butt clinging pair of khakis dress slacks. I wanted to
grab a handful of that ass but our absence from each other left me in limbo
of where would stood sexually. I also thought about the stuff he and Ray
talked about in those texts-the whole set up he planned last week, I had
some choice words for him.

"Do you want anything to drink?" I offered, trying to be hospitable.

"No thanks." Mr. Willis pulled out his phone and started texting. A few
seconds later he put his phone back in his pocket.

"Where is the kitchen?"

"This way"

He followed me into the kitchen and he began opening the cabinet doors and
leaving them open.

"Looking for something?"

"No, opening up these doors so my boys can start taking them down, they
should have been here by now but Home Depot is draggin' ass with the new
cabinets. We're an hour behind."

"Well, I'll be in my room if you need me; I'm going back to bed."

It seemed like I was getting businessman/contractor Greg Willis, nothing
sexual in his words but he still looked desirable-maybe even more. This was
making it impossible for me to find the perfect time to bring up my
concerns about slutting me out.

I went to my room, curled back in bed and drifted off. Not too long
after-I'd say 15 minutes-I was awaken by the loud ass voices of Mr. Willis
and his crew, I hopped out of bed and closed my door, not slamming it but
making it clear that if you could hear this door close, I could hear your
loud ass conversations. I knew I would never get any rest with that going
on so I sat up in my bed and decided to mess around on my phone. Three days
of having it and I'd already changed the password and downloaded tons of
pics from gay tumblr pages.

With my boxer-briefs down at my ankles but still under the covers I began
to fiddle with the growing head; there was no denying that seeing
Mr. Willis contributed to the blood that was traveling to my dick. There
was light tap at the cracked door and before I could respond, Mr. Willis
stepped half way in.

"Thought you were going back to bed."

"Too loud-but it's alright, as long as I stay in bed, I'll get better."

"Hey Jeremy, did Ray leave a phone in here last week?"

"Leave his phone in here? Why would he leave his phone in my bedroom?" I
played dumb as cotton.

"I don't know, I just figured you would have seen it"

I knew he was fishing to see if I knew about him handing me off to Ray but
more importantly he wanted to know what happened; I'm guessing Ray never
got around to telling him the play by play. I would eventually give the
phone back; I just wanted Mr. Willis to sweat a bit, punishment for not
seeing me for most of the year. Instead of pulling my underwear up, I
kicked them off my ankles.

"You'll have to ask my mom. She won't be home until five."

I got up from bed letting my blanket unravel and show my naked bottom half.

"Oh shit! Look at you all boned up!" Mr. Willis replied with a grin of
intent.

"Yep" I nonchalantly spoke as I walked to my dresser to fish out some
clothes.

"That dick is getting bigger. That butt looks just as good as before."
Mr. Willis stepped completely in and closed the door behind him.

"Yeah, that was a long time ago. In fact, I haven't heard from you since
Spring Break."

"Yeah, that's true but you and Ashton, fell out. How would it look if I
were to contact you? Why would a grown man have a need to contact an 11
year old boy?-A sexy one at that. It wouldn't look right to anyone else."

He WAS right; after Ashton and I stopped speaking the bridge to his dad's
fat pipe was burned. Sucking dick and getting fucked in the ass didn't make
me anymore mature, I still had a lot to learn about this whole gay/m2m/in
the closet thing; I needed to learn how to think smart with a hard dick.

"I guess you're right but you're here now....and I don't need a friendship
with Ashton to hide the fact that I love sucking your cock."

I pulled out Ray's phone and walked it over to Mr. Willis. His dick was
pushing against his pants, giving a mouthwatering bulge.

" He left it under my bed." I smiled with a devilish, naughty grin.

Mr. Willis returned the same look and took the phone.

"Did you suck that big dick?" He asked.

I scoffed.  "Sucked? I did more than that."

I walked back to my bed giving Mr. Willis the perfect view of my boy
cheeks. As soon as I put one knee on the bed, I felt his hands grip my hips
and slam my butt back against his erection. I got on both knees, the same
way Ray had me doggystyle on the edge of my bed.

"Did you give my boypussy up to Ray? Huh? Did he-did he put that big black
snake in my boy's hole?"

I missed Mr. Willis and that deep, raspy, southern jock voice. My dick
stiffened to the max as he mashed his erection against my backside. The
yearning to take cock in my ass intensified.

"Yes sir, he fucked me. He sunk that big cock deep in me" I replied with
pure lust.

Mr. Willis walked away, locked the bedroom door and came back unzipping his
pants to unleash his bone. I felt his warm breath then a wet lick from his
tongue land between my widespread cheeks.  Another lick, then he stuffed
his face full of ass and I loved it, Mr. Willis was eating my hole like it
was breakfast.

"Oh my God that feels so good sir." I was panting in pleasure.

"You like that? You want cock in that tight hole, don't you boy?"

"Yes! Please fuck me sir. I want to feel you inside me."

I really meant it; I wanted no other cock than his at the
moment. Mr. Willis was my first and the best I'd ever had. He brought his
dick back up between my cheeks and pressed the head at the entrance of my
hole.

"That hole hungry, huh boy?"

I responded with a moan and eagerly pushed back against the tip of his
cock. The anticipation of insertion was driving me to this weird frenzy- I
wanted him in me now! Who knows, I might have to wait another 5 months to
get a taste of Mr. Willis.

"No, not yet boy, I'm gonna make you wait for this. I like teasing
you. Rubbing this fat white dick on that pink hole-yeah you can't get it
that easy, I have to make you beg for it."

I started feeling wetness on my whole and slowly I felt Mr. Willis enter
me. His cock felt soft, not limp but it felt smooth and soft going in, as
if it was the right key going in the right lock. The slithering, suction
sound of my tight hole accommodating his rod took place over any other
noise in the room.

He slowly dragged his dick back out of me, leaving just his head
inside. When he slid back in he went a few more inches deeper, letting his
perfect daddy dick explore more of me it has never felt.

"Your dick feels so good" I complimented between moans.

"I want to feel you cum inside me"

"Don't worry baby, this nut is all yours, you're gonna get it boy."

The thrusting increased, along with the dirty talk.

"You got some good ass. It's so fuckin' big-not too big, just right. And
it's snug as fuck around my dick."

Mr. Willis put one leg up on the bed which kinda gave him this really
dominant-thrusting power angle.  His cock was sorta sideways in me and his
was more so drilling his rod down in me. It was something I'd never seen in
the porn I've watched but it felt incredible.

"Oh my God-Oh, oh my God" I reacted to every pump he drilled down in me. I
was feeling his cock deep in me and I don't think how much more I could
endure.

"Please cum inside me" I begged.

"Is that what you want boy? You fuckin' want my daddy load in this tight,
juicy boy hole?"

I whimpered a yes as I braced myself to hold on to what might be a few more
minutes of him pounding me.

The sound of power tools being used made its way to my room-which was good;
it drowned out what we were doing. I gripped the sheets in an effort to
stabilize the electricity that was being banged into me by Mr. Willis.

"Oh shit! You're gonna get this cum boy, you're gonna get it right in this
fuckin' ass of yours."

Mr. Willis began really pounding me. His football frame was delivering
these hard, balls deep slams into me. I could feel his cock getting harder
as he let out the heavy snarls.

"Here it comes! Take it baby"

He slammed and left his dick deep in me as I felt it throb. He then
collapsed on my back which pushed me forward and off of my knees. He was
still in me as we ended up on our sides.

He kissed me on the back of my neck, then again and one more time before he
slowly slid out of me.  When he was completely out my hole made this
suction-ney, slurping sound and I felt liquid escaping from me.

"Damn baby, I loaded you up pretty good. You're dripping cum all out of
that boypussy. Fuckin' cum everywhere."

My hole was twitching and pulsing from Mr. Willis jamming his dick in me. I
rolled over to the view of this beefy dad standing over me panting with his
slacks around his ankle.

 "It felt amazing" I complemented

Mr. Willis pulled his pants back up with his dick still hanging out over
his boxers. I rolled out of bed onto my knees and took hold of his pipe; it
had a long strand of cum hanging from the head so I stuck out my tongue and
rescued that sweet daddy seed from hitting the floor. I took a few sucks
from his cock, cleaning off the cum.

"Clean that fucker off" He ordered.

I looked up at him with the saddest pair of puppy eyes I could make while
his dick hung partway in my mouth. He grinned, chuckled and shook his head.

"You're fuckin' irresistible. I better be careful, I might fal-"

He was cut off by a knock at the door and a voice on the other side.

"Hey boss, Ray said he's running late. He said there was a pipe leaking at
another site."

"Alright"

A leaky pipe; who was he fucking? Mr. Willis was here with me so Ray must
have had some other guy bent over and taking his rod.

"Another leaky pipe?" I asked.

"Yeah, the problem with Ray, he can't keep that big black dick in his
pants. He'll fuck anything that moves."

That was pretty harsh and contradictory coming from someone majoring in
adultery.

"Don't get me wrong, that is one tasty cock, that boy can fuck my big ass
to death."

"How can you take it? It hurt like hell when he put it in."

Mr. Willis chuckled at my inexperience.

"You have to relax, be submissive, open that hole up, surrender it. And if
that shit don't work, a butt plug and poppers."

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