Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2019 14:49:49 -0400 From: Oliver Iademarco Subject: Jeremy's Life of Chocolate 7 FIRST! THANK YOU TO ALL THE SUPPORTERS OF MY STORY. I KNOW THERE HAS BEEN A LONG HIATUS BUT I'M BACK TO CONTINUE THE STORY OF JEREMY. YOUR EMAILS HAVE NOT GONE UNREAD AND I APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE ONE. 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 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 **************************************************************************** ***DECEMBER 14, 2013, SATURDAY*** The next 3 months of school blurred by. As planned, dad moved out right after Thanksgiving and my uncle Nick stayed with us up until now. He and I would sit outside in the backyard, away from the house and he would let me vent about anything on my mind. I would ask him about dating guys, how to deal with having a crush but I never opened up about my sexual encounters with Mr. Willis, Ray, Zack or Mr. Sandoval. Those belonged to me, I would never speak about that. "Okay boys we're starting 8am sharp, this is going to be a group effort, no slacking" My mom meant business about this garage sale we were having. "Jeremy, you're responsible for posters. I want two of them at the entrance of the neighborhood and the arrows leading to here." I sat in one of our plastic Adirondack chairs with my shades on and partly tuning mom out. My mind was on what happened yesterday at school. As usual I raced to the cafeteria before anyone else could to get in a few exchanges of words with Mr. Island; and like clockwork, he was standing there. "Hey Jeremy, what's up?" Yeah, he's started calling me by name now, he knows me. "Hey Mr. Island, nothing much." "I got something for you." He said then retrieved a bag from behind his counter. "I kept a mental list of all your candy favorites and got you some of each." Oh my God! Jolly Ranchers, Kit-Kats, Skittles, Nerds, M&Ms, he had a mix of everything except his own chocolate cock, what I wouldn't give to suck on that. I was beside myself and overwhelmed by his thoughtful gesture. It hit me and I felt some emotional tears start to come up. "Thank you so much! You didn't have to do that" I responded. I took the bag and headed to my table. I glanced back and saw him watching me with a heart melting smile. I had to do something to show him how much I appreciated it this but I didn't have anything to give in return right then and there, unless his wanted some of this tight boyhole or a blowjob. I decided to write a thank you note, so as everyone else filed in and sat down I quickly jotted some sentiments on notebook paper with an orange marker [the first thing I could find]. 'Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Dear Mr. Island I wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year. You are very nice, you always make me look forward to coming to lunch. I like talking to you. Jeremy Ball' That was it, that's all I could come up with in under a minute. I didn't want to profess my love to him just yet but I also wanted him to know he meant a great deal to me. Once my table was called to get in line, I walked over, nervous because I didn't want anyone else to know about the thank you note I was about to give Mr. Island. Four kids away from delivering the note and I felt someone hover over my back, pressing their body against my ass and whisper in my ear. "Nice ass, faggot" If that didn't stop my heart when I turned around, seeing that it was Ashton sure did. "What are you doing here?!" "I transferred; this is my first day faggot" "Stop calling me that" "Stop sucking cock" Amazing, he's still the same asshole, brat as he's always been. I shook my head at his immaturity, turned my back to him and tried to focus on Mr. Island. I looked down at the note, proofreading before I presented it. "Hey Jeremy, did you like'em?" Mr. Island asked. "Yep! All of my favorites! It'll tide me over for a while." "Good. So any actual food, today?" "No...just a water." "Are you sure?" Mr. Island questioned. "Yeah." As he retrieved the bottled water, I slid the folded note across the counter to him. "What's this?" "It's for you." I was nervous but was able to flash a smile. I didn't want to hold up the line so I took my water and walked back to my table, hoping the note would go over well. My eyes stayed on Mr. Island for the rest of lunch, looking for a reaction and I got one. As the bell rang and everyone started leaving a lingered around a bit, maybe to see if Mr. Island would read the note. I watched as Mr. Island unfolded the note and read it. A glowing smile came over his face, he looked up and caught me stalking him from across the cafeteria. He mouthed 'thank you' and that sent a blush all over my face. "Alright, you're going to be late to class Jeremy" Mr. Van Ness, one of the seventh grade science teachers said to me. "I'm going." I responded while snapping out of the gaze lock I had. I walked down the hallway taking my time, I was already late, might as well linger. I was still tangled in the happy feelings from Mr. Island liking my note. That high was broken by a whispered shout from the boy's restroom. "Hey faggot!" Of course it was Ashton, peaking out of the door and waving me into the restroom. He pushed the door completely open to the wall and as it began to close on its own, I saw Ashton getting on his knees and this black kid walking up to him unzipping his pants. 'Oh shit! that little slut. I rushed to witness this and as I entered, there was Ashton on his knees stroking this eight grader's teen dick. It wasn't big like the ones I've encountered but it was bigger than mine and very developed. To some, this might have been all they needed for a memory spank but I wasn't turned on the least bit, I was a daddy lover. "Hey" The black 8th grader spoke. "Hey" I awkwardly replied and stood in front of the door, blocking it from anyone opening. "I'm going to show you how to suck dic-" "Shut up and suck it faggot" The black kid cut Ashton off and forced his mouth onto his dick. "He never shuts up, you think he would learn by now." By now? Sounds like this isn't the first time. I guess Ashton was making the rounds just like I was. "Is he any good?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Hardly, but I hear your skills are on point. I'll have to see for myself sometime." "Maybe" I replied. Ashton struggled to down this teen cock but I could see he had picked up some techniques and they must have worked because within strokes I was watching my former best friend get his face sprayed with 8th grade jizz. The black kid zipped up and walked out like nothing happened. I was left in the bathroom with Ashton as he rose to his feet, walked to the sink and began washing his face clean. "That was pretty cool" I said, trying to be friendly. "Don't you fucking tell anyone fagg-" He snarled with his head under the running water but I cut him off. "Oh shut the hell up Ashton. Did I suck our dad's dick? Yes! Did he suck mine? Yes! Did he fuck me? Yes! All of this is true but you sucked my dick too-not to mention you're standing there with boy cum all over your face. What a fucking basketcase hypocrite!" I cut him, he was on the ropes. I had him speechless and it felt good to finally have the upper hand. "And you suck at giving head, at least I'm a good cocksucker." Ashton turned off the water and wiped his face with paper towels. "Oh and I know about you and Ray. You hooked up with one of your dad's workers. I'm not the only faggot in this bathroom." Ashton's eyes were tearing up and before he could say anything the door swung open. "Shouldn't you two be in class?" It was Mr. Van Ness. Ashton stormed out and as I began to leave Mr. Van Ness stopped me. "Wait a minute, what was all of that about? He looked upset." "It's nothing; we've known each other for a long time. We used to be friends." "Ball, right? You're last name is Ball?" Mr. Van Ness questioned. I nodded. "Wait, your dad's name is Curtis?" "Yeah" I answered, wondering how he knew my dad. "I went to college with your dad" 'Oh, okay, you sucked my dad's dick' is what I was thinking and was probably spot on. "How is your dad-" "I don't know-he left us" I cut him off and walked off from the conversation. By the end of the school day my emotions felt like Jenga blocks that just fell down, I was all over the place. During dismissal I walked by a group of black guys on my way to my bus. "Damn, that ass is phat" I heard from the group of three. "I know, white boy got an ass like a sista" I heard them laugh and as I looked back, I noticed one face in the trio from earlier today in the bathroom. His eyes locked with mine and he started walking towards me." "Damn, Royce about to split that boypussy open" The two guys laughed until Royce looked back with a stone face. "No, that's you two faggot asses with that gay shit." He turned back around to face me and flashed a smile. "Sorry about those clowns. You ridin' the bus?" He asked. "Yeah, bus 9208" "Oh you live over there with the rich ass white folks. I thought Ashton said your family was poor and shit" "Fuck him." "Daaamn, it's like that? I thought that was your homeboy, your best friend." "Not if he's saying stuff like that about me." "True. Well, you seem pretty cool, if you want, you can hang with me afterschool. I can get my pops to give you a ride." I thought about it but had to decline, my mom would kill me if I didn't come home on time without her knowing beforehand. "I don't think I can. My mom has me on a tight leash." "Come on, she won't even know, just tell her you missed the bus. My dad is a good guy, as long as she knows another parent picked you up and not some pedophile, she won't care." His reasoning was shoddy but I really didn't want to go home just yet. My dad just left, my parents were getting divorced I was able to rebel a bit without any serious reprocusuions. I looked at the bus then turned back to Royce. "Screw it, let's go" I gave in and followed him. We walked to the back of the school towards the gym and outside basketball courts. "You play ball?" Royce asked. "No, I'm not that good at basketball." "No football either, huh?" "Nope" "I'm surprised by that, you have the body for it. A big fat booty is good for boxing out in basketball." "And what about football, what is it good for?" I questioned. "For passin' around the locker room after the game" We both chuckled and made our way to the P.E. locker room. I followed Royce inside and to his locker. "Won't be long, I just have to change my shoes. I can't fuck these up, I just got'em. You like?" He was proud of his sneakers. I saw nothing special about them, shoes are shoes to me. "Jordans are the best shoes to have. You should ask your dad for a pair or two for Christmas." "That won't be happening, my parents are divorced-well, getting divorced. My dad moved out" "Seems like you and Ashton have more in common than sucking dick. His parents are divorced-well, getting divorced" "That was bound to happen, he couldn't stay faithful to anyone." I recycled that from my Uncle Nick. "Faithful or not, that's gotta suck for Ashton. My dad left my mom and I ended up living with him." "Really? My dad is an asshole, I don't see picking him over my mom. I'd move in with my uncle Nick first." "Well, my mother was young when she had me, 17. My dad was 20. She wasn't fit to take care of me so she left me with my grandma, my dad's mother. She never came back, she got hooked on drugs and ended up dead, so I never really had that OPTION to choose." Well, I felt like crap, after a story like that it was damn near impossible to take my foot out of my mouth. After Royce changed his shoes we walked to the outdoor basketball courts. He dropped his backpack and picked up a stray ball on the ground. I'm not into sports at all but it was apparent that he had skills just by the way he dribbled the ball. "You up for a game?" He asked. "I told you I'm no good." "I'll take it easy on you-better yet, I'll teach you some moves. Put your backpack down" I did as told. "Okay, first, you have to stretch or you'll end up catching Charlie horses up and down the court." Royce walked up behind me. I could feel him eyefucking me. "Raise your arms up, reach for the sky." When I did that it raised the bottom of my shirt, exposing my plump butt that he and his friends commented on. His hands met mine in the air, then he traced them down my body until they rested on my thighs and then I felt him press his body against my back side. I felt a little poke from his growing erection-it felt good but he was nowhere near packing the same meat as Mr. Sandoval, Ray or Mr. Willis. "Is this okay? That I'm on you like this?" "Yeah. It's fine." "Have you ever had a dick inside of this ass?" "Yeah." "Really? What about black dick?" "Oh yeah, it's my favorite." "I want to fuck you. I want to slide inside this bubblebutt. You'll be the first white boy I ever fucked. I gotta have some of this as-" His phone started ringing. Royce stepped away and pulled his phone out of his pocket to answer it. "Hello?...Yes sir. Okay Hey, you think we can give my friend a ride home, he missed his bus...I know...Okay" Then he hung up. "Your dad?" I asked with my butt still poking out for his bulge to return. "Yeah, he said it's cool for you to catch a ride, but we gotta get back to the front, he's right around the block." Royce spanked my butt. "I'll have to get that later. Let's go" I gathered my stuff and we made our way back to the front of the school. Just as we reached the parent pick up area a black pick up truck pulled up with a ladder mounted on both sides of the bed. "There's my dad right there" As we reached the truck the doors unlocked and Royce opened the door for us to get in. "Dad this is Jeremy. Jeremy, this is my dad Raymond" My jaw unhinged and fell on the floor. It was Ray! The first black cock I ever sucked and felt inside of me-so to speak. "Hey Jeremy, I didn't know you and Royce went to the same school." Ray responded. "Dad, how do you know him?" Royce asked as we got in. "Did a kitchen remodel at his house a few months back. Watch your feet!-Don't get a bunch of dirt and shit on my floor Royce" I sat in the back of the extended cab and Royce claimed shotgun. We drove off and made our way through rush hour traffic "Jeremy, how'd you two run into each other?" I was hesitant but Royce answered for me. "That Ashton kid, the one who's dad you work for. Him and Jeremy are homeboys." "Oh yeah? I didn't know that. I could have gave Ashton a ride too." 'Didn't you already do that?' I thought. "Maybe, next time. Hey dad, can I stop to get something to eat? I skipped lunch" Royce asked. "Jeremy, you hungry?" Ray looked in the rear view mirror at me. "Yes sir" I submissively answered. "Well alright, let's get some grub" Ray replied. As his eyes returned to the road, I gazed off looking out the window and thinking. I thought of the first time I saw Ray. It was closely approaching a year to the date. I saw him throwing his big black cock into Mr. Willis' juicy ass. Within a year I've had sexual encounters with five people, not bad for a sixth grader and it was a strong possibility that Royce was soon to be added to that list. 'Where will Mr. Island end up on that list?' is what I asked myself. Mr. Willis, Ray & Mr. Sandoval's encounters kind of just fell into place, how could a sexual opportunity spring from me and Mr. Island's brief interactions Monday through Friday? Maybe it was hopeless, wishful thinking but I longed to be alone with him. His voice, the tone he uses with me and the care written on his face when I see him puts lust secondary. I truly believe that I could be falling in love with him. I pulled out a piece of candy that he gave me and munched down; savoring the chocolate sugar that filled my system. I had to encounter him, I just had to; my plan had to be brilliant and ultimately end with us in bed together. I had the weekend to plan it out and on Monday I would start. I already got him with the thank you note, his guard wasn't up that high, I know I could pull this off. Then there was Ashton, if that basket case caught on to my crush for Mr. Island, I'm sure he would sabotage it or even try to throw himself at my black teddybear. Ashton was terrible at giving head, I'm sure Ray wasn't pleased and Royce barely got off from that weak attempt I saw earlier. I wonder just how far Ashton and Ray went that night. "Dad, I wanna grab a burger" Royce expressed. "Oh yeah? How about it Jeremy, you want a burger? Ray asked. "Sure." I started to wait for my mom to send that distress call when I didn't show up at home but before it could happen Ray called himself. "Hey Mrs. Ball, this is Raymond from Willis Remodeling. I'm calling because my son goes to the same school as Jeremy. Jeremy had missed the bus home and I was calling to let you know that I can drop him off at home if you like. Give me a call back." We pulled into the Parking lot of 'Five Guys Burgers & Fries'. "Alright, you two stay put I'm going to go in and grab the food" Ray instructed. We did as told and as soon as Ray got about 5 feet from the truck Royce turned around to me. "So, my dad fucked you, huh?" A look of shock-fusion came over my face. "It's cool, I can tell. You know he fucked around with your friend Ashton too, right? Ashton told me. He told me you and his dad fucked." I was shocked again Ashton has been running his mouth about me. I see I have another conversation to have with him. "Yeah, it just 'happened' I didn't plan for it" I replied. Royce turned back around and unbuckled his seatbeat. "I really do need my dick sucked Jeremy. You wanna suck it right here?" It was too risky. I was ready to take on task, especially if it meant showing up Aston but I didn't want Ray to catch us. "I don't want to get caught by your dad." "Fuck him. He won't care." "Hey! I ain't gay. I don't take nothin' up my ass." Royce grew defensive. I remained silent. "I didn't even know about this stuff until I found that video of my dad fucking Mr. Willis" "I know, I caught them when they were doing it." "How the fuck did you catch them, you weren't even born yet. This was back in college. Mr. Willis was bent over this couch getting dicked down by my old man." This is a video I must see. "They've been fucking for years. Even before I was born, shit I could've ended up in Mr. Willis' ass instead of my mama's egg." "So where is this video, I want to see it." I questioned. "I found it on my dad's old laptop that he let me have. He must have forgot it was on there. I'll tell you what, If I climb back there and you wrap those lips around my dick, I'll send the video to you as soon as I get home." He sweetened the pot with just the right amount of sugar for me to cave in. After accepting the offer, Royce hopped in the back, tanker his shorts down to his ankles and served his cock to me. On the first suck, he was still soft but by the time my lips clamped down and worked their way from the base back to his head, I could feel the stiffness. "Shiiiiit" Royce expressed his pleasure. His cock was nowhere near his father's but it was well on it's way. Within a few years he would have Ray's massive big black cock. "Damn, that mouth feels good." I slurped it, made a real vocal show of it which made me grow a stiffy. I was still worried about Ray catching us but it was dick, I wasn't passing up dick and I really wanted that video. Royce reached a full hard on when I heard him get louder and thrust his hips up. "I'm about to nut. I'm about to but this nut in your mouth" His thrust became more powerful causing the truck to rock. I knew Ray would catch us for sure but I didn't care; I wanted that video, I also wanted to taste some cum. Royce pushed the back of my head down until my lips touched the base of his young bush. "Fuuuuuck yeah" Royce growled in pleasure. I swallowed everything that came out of that black rod. He quickly went limp and I rose up from his lap. My chin was covered in my own drill, I used my shirt to wipe up. Royce zipped up and climbed back in the front seat, just in time too because Ray was walking out with three bags of burgers and fries. "So how am I going to see the video?" I questioned. "I'll make you a copy and give it to you next week" Wait! No! I wanted it today. I wanted something to jerk off to over the weekend. My disappointment grew as Ray joined us, he passed out the bags of food, started the truck and drove on. *********************************************************************** Thank you all for your continued support. To say it has been a delay is an understatement, but I am happy to deliver another chapter into Jeremy's entry into puberty and manhood. This story has more ways to go. Please be patient and send any feedback you may wish to oliverdmrc@gmail.com.