Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2019 00:06:11 -0400 From: Oliver Iademarco Subject: Jeremy's Life of Chocolate 8 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 **************************************************************************** "Remember Jeremy, you're responsible for posters. I want two of them at the entrance of the neighborhood and the arrows leading to here." Mom pestered. It was 8am and most garage sales already had signs up by then and were open for business. We were running behind but luckily the signs were already made and only needed to be posted. I took them under my wing and started out towards the entrance of our neighborhood. "Don't you think we need a jacket?" My brother asked as he tagged along. "I don't know about you, but I don't. You should go back to the house and get one" "Yeah right. I leave and you'll put all the signs up before I get back. Gotta hand it to him, the kid was bright; he must have gotten it from me. Truth is, I could have used a light jacket, it was December and there was a chill in the morning air; but then again, it was Florida and that chill would only be around for another two hours. As we neared the entrance a car came up from behind us; it was mom. "I have to run to the store, your uncle Nick is still at house" She shouted. "I want to come!" My brother cried. 'Yes, please take his annoying soul with you' I begged from my inner depths. And like always, he got his way and jumped in the passenger seat, ditching me with sign duty. I didn't mind it, I wanted time to myself to fantasize about the events from yesterday and plan my next move on Mr. Island. He had a genuine glow on his face when he read the note. I think I?d made a break in my mission. He was so nice to me; it must have been something he saw in me to treat me so kind. Maybe he knew I was gay or maybe he saw a lot of himself in me? ?God I wish I had a lot of him in me? There goes my dirty mind, lol. As I knelt down to stick the second garage sale sign in the ground this person walking a dog approached. "Garage sale? You wouldn't happen to have any swim trunks there would you?" I looked up, noticing the voice and it was Mr. Sandoval. "Hey" I answered. "Hey yourself, how are you? How've you been?" "I'm okay-been doing okay" "That's good. I have been looking for you in my neighborhood. Hoping to see you again." "Really?" I stood up , eye level with his chest. "Absolutely, I have never been with-" Mr. Sandoval leaned in and whispered. "Been with a boy." He was so sweet, he actually liked me and the idea of fucking me again. I had never felt so desired but I wanted to make sure Mr. Island would receive my boypussy in a semi-tight state, I didn't want my asshole stretched out beyond pleasure. "I'm glad you like me." "When can I fuck you again?" Mr. Sandoval asked with urgency A car horn startled me and stopped my reply. It was my uncle Nick. "Hey Jeremy, I'm running to the store, tell your momma I'll be back. I left the garage open for you to get in." "Okay" I responded, and Uncle Nick drove off. "How about now?" I asked Mr. Sandoval with a devilish grin. I placed my hand on his chest, ran it down to his cock, gave it a tug and released it from my grasp. "Seems like he's ready" I added and started to walk back to the house. Mr. Sandoval kept a 5ft distance following me, when we reached my house he wrapped his dog leash around a tree outside and followed me inside. "I'm not sure how long we have, my mom and little brother are coming back. My uncle too." "That was your uncle?" "Yeah, my uncle Nick. He's been staying with us since my dad left. Is your dog going to be okay outside?" I tried to change the subject "Yeah, she will be fine. I really want that ass again." He changed the subject back to my bubblebutt. To be honest, I wanted to be fucked; just thinking about the last time he fucked me got my slutboy motor running. Mr. Island will get this ass eventually but, in the meantime,, this Latin papi was about to invade Jeremytown. When we walked into my room I hit my knees and fished out Mr. Sandoval's dick from his gym shorts. What a thing of beauty, I realized, I never sucked it before, it met my pinkhole before it did my mouth. Yanking his shorts down to his ankles, I took my tongue and ran it from the bottom of his shaft to head. "Oh yeessssss" He moaned out. I widened my mouth and took him inside as far as I could go. I gagged as soon as the head hit my tonsils; he was thick! A few more gags and my nose was running. "That's a good boy. Take my cock" Mr. Sandoval palmed the back of my head like a basketball and thrusted his pole between my pink lips. He was lodged in my mouth with the only air supply coming from my nose. I forced myself off of his cock and sat back on my heels gasping for air with my own slobber dripping into my lap. The drippings coated my hard dick that was pulsating in rhythm with my heavy breathing. I stood up and got doggystyle on my bed, the same way I presented my ass to Ray. After a few seconds I looked back and saw Mr. Sandoval with his phone out and dick in his hand. "Please, no pictures" I pleaded. Unsure of where they would end up. "Ah, c'mon. Please? I need to remember this. I don't know the next time I will see your sweet hole like this." 'Click? He snapped a pic. I turned my head away. "Just don't get my face, okay?" "Don't worry. I know. I don't want to end up in jail. I could get into big trouble doing this, you know?" Mr. Sandoval walked up to my inviting stance and slapped my buttcheeks. I felt his strong hand caress and travel in and around my crack. He hocked spit on my hole then pressed it into me with his thumb. "Are you ready?" He asked. I whimpered out yes. He brought his mushroom head to my hole and slid in. I leaned forward from the hurt of his entry, but he wasn't having any of that. Mr. Sandoval gripped my hips and pulled me back onto his dad cock. "Stay still. Put your fucking stomach down. Face down, ass up. Let me feel that tight hole?let me feel that tight hole grip my dick." A warm wave went through my body as Mr. Sandoval sunk his rod in me. He issued a hard smack on my cheeks accompanied by another deepening inch of Hispanic daddy meat. "It feels even better than the first time. Do you like it?" He asked. "Yes sir." I breathlessly moaned out. His power thrusts were like jolts of thunder to my body; they hurt but I grew accustomed to them. The more he slammed into me, the larger his cock felt, and his speed began to pick up. I pressed my face into the pillow to muffle my moans, hoping we were in the home stretch of this pounding. "Oh baby, you're going to make me cum in that boypussy" He blurted out. 'Great' I thought. "But not yet, I don't want to cum yet." He slowed down and pulled back but not out of me. We were on borrowed time; I wasn't sure how long we had before my mom or uncle came back. I took control and pushed back onto his full headed erection; I took him to the base. "Oh my fucking God!" Mr. Sandoval yelled out. Incredibly loud too, I was scared that the neighbors would have heard it. "Do you like how my ass feels?" I questioned with confidence, knowing the answer. "YES! Yes, I do! You're fucking incredible! You took my whole dick" I did, I took his whole dick up my 'boypussy' as Mr. Willis and now Mr. Sandoval calls it. I gyrated with his dick buried in my body, I could feel it in my stomach. "You're gonna get it. Is that what you want? Do you want my cum?" "Yes sir, put your load in my hole, please" I begged for him to unload inside me. "Get ready baby!" Mr. Sandoval grabbed ahold on my buttcheeks and started really drilling into me. The slapping of my butt against his daddy thighs filled my room and probably anywhere in the house within a 20 ft. radius. His grip tightened and as he threw this charged thrust in me, he collapsed on me, pinning me to the bed. The sweat from his hairy chest and belly lathered my back. "Oh Fuck!" He blurted out and followed with a laugh. His dick slipped out and still dripping "I can't believe how good you are. I want to keep you to myself." I'm sure Mr. Willis would have something to say about that. I ignored his response and allowed him to swamp me with his sex sweat until we heard his dog barking. Mr. Sandoval retrieved his shirt and shorts from my bedroom floor and quickly put them back on. "Your room is clean for a boy your age." Mr. Sandoval complemented. "Thanks, my mom is pretty strict." That was a lie, since my parents split my mom hasn't been in my brother's room or mines. I was just naturally a tidy kid, my brother's room was another story; that fucking jungle of clothes, candy wrappers and Legos keeps uncle Nick bitching every other day. I put my shorts and shirt on then we headed back out to the driveway. Mr. Sandoval's dog wasn't yapping for nothing. There were two guys sitting in a car parked at the end of the driveway. "Are you open yet?" The driver shouted from the car. "No, not yet." I answered while I walked closer. As I approached, I began to recognize both faces. The driver wore a baseball hat backwards and he was younger than the passenger. It was Zack! the waiter from Applebee's. Zack! The guy I sucked off. Zack! the guy that was sucking off my dad in Home Depot. Zack! the guy that sucked Mr. Sando- "We're still setting up" Mr. Sandoval answered as he approached. He put his hand on my shoulder, trying to give off this father and son vibe. It was awkward because Zack knew he wasn't my dad and the passenger was Mr. Van Ness from school, he definitely knew I wasn't Mr. Sandoval's son. "You look familiar, don't I know you? -" Zack caught himself when he realized where he knew Mr. Sandoval from. Zack looked at me, smirked and mouthed 'You little slut'. I sent back a devilish grin. "Aren't you Jeremy? Don't you go to my school?" Mr. Van Ness chimed in. "Yes sir. You stopped me yesterday with my friend. Well, ex friend." I answered. " Yeah, what was that all about?" Mr. Van Ness questioned. I shrugged my shoulders, not really wanting to talk about it. "Dad, lets run to Starbucks really quick and come back." Zack interrupted. "Yeah, we should be ready by then" I encouraged them to leave so Mr. Sandoval could get the hell out of here before my mom or Uncle showed up. "No sweat, little bro. We'll be back" Zack started the car and drove off. Mr. Sandoval's hand went from my shoulder down my back and palmed my right buttcheek. He gave it a squeeze and smack. "Incredible" I complemented. I'd had my fill of Mr. Sandoval, don't get me wrong, he was hot and I liked the way he fucked me but he began to get clingy; not cool. I sidestepped from his hovering. " My mom and uncle are going to be back any minute. I guess you better get going." "Damn, I guess you're right! I have to finish my morning walk." Mr. Sandoval unraveled his pooch's leash from the tree and jogged off down the road. It seemed like seconds later my mom pulled up. Had it been 10 minutes earlier, I would have been cold busted in my room with a big cock stuffed up my ass. *********************************************************************** 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.