Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2018 23:02:38 +0000 (UTC) From: Jared Nifty Subject: Jared's Addiction, part 1 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 nor 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 1 JARED'S PERSPECTIVE "You wanna play a game?" Kendrick asks me. "Sure," I reply. There wasn't much else to do on the walk home from school. It was sweltering hot and I would take any chance to take my mind off of the fact that everything is sweating except for my eyes at this point. "Okay. Keep walking normally, but every time you step on a crack you get a point - you can't change the size of your step." It didn't seem like the most entertaining game in the world, but as I said, I would take anything at this point. I stepped on my first crack and called out, "One!" He already had two by that point. After a while, I lost track and my eyes wandered to Kenji. My step-brother stood around 5'11" and was truly a beautiful boy, especially for a boy of sixteen. He wore his shaggy brown hair in a natural, unstyled mess on his head and although this style wouldn't look good on anyone else, it really complemented him. His jaw bones could cut steel. I pride myself in the fact that I've seen his huge dick many times. That's more than a lot of drooling girls are able to say. Personally, I would consider myself attractive for a twink. At 5'7", I had virtually zero body fat and just the right amount of muscle that I felt was right for my body. My extremely white, hairless body was complemented by my styled deep-orange hair and freckles. Yes, I am a `ginger,' but I prefer `redhead.' It's hotter. "Twenty-five," Kenji called out. I had secretly always had a thing for Kenji even though I thought that was kind of odd; he was my brother, after all. Step-brother. I admired him and he loved me. Maybe Mister Sigmund Freud was right after all. Kenji and I were close - closer than most brothers. We would often snuggle up together when watching a movie, hug each other goodnight, tell the other we love them. It was always normal to us. "Thirty-two," I said. Our parents got married nine years ago plus some change and our relationship built naturally since then. I had a blood-brother but he's kind of out of the picture after moving out of state to pursue a traveling field engineering position that paid well. Kenji's dad, a stout, tan man of forty-six married my mom, a blond woman of forty-two who seemed to be working all the time. I had three step-brothers in total. Kenji was one, Percy and Vinny the others. I wasn't quite as close to them, but we all lived in the same house, so it's not like I didn't know them. We finally reached the door of our relatively large suburban house at the back of the neighborhood. "Forty-three to thirty-nine," Kendrick states proudly. I couldn't care less, as long as I'm back in my air-conditioned house. Florida's wet heat is a bitch. Though our house was relatively big, Kenji and I shared a room because we were the closest in age and there were only four bedrooms. This allowed for prime Kenji-undressing-for-bed-and-whatever-else viewing. Though we were close, Kendrick was 100% straight. In fact, he's brought many girls into the house, taking them each to our room. I don't mind: every boy deserves to get off. Later that night, after Kenji left for soccer practice and everyone had had dinner and was doing their own thing, I fired up my computer and pulled up the video I had saved that I had been thinking about pretty much all day. I'm not afraid to admit I have some kinks. In fact, I'm pretty much into anything you can think of as long as it doesn't involve shit. In this particular video, a young, skinny black guy gets brutally mouth-fucked by a lean white guy. To say I'm into power complexes would be a vast understatement. 'Take your fucking clothes off,' white guy says. Of course, black boy complies. Seconds later, white guy is mouth-fucking him so hard I'm surprised he doesn't die from oxygen deprivation. My dick is out and hard. I've been working it for a bit when the door suddenly opens quickly. I thought I had locked it! I spin around to see Kenji staring at me, even more startled than I. "Oh my god," Kendrick says. Black boy is still getting brutally face-fucked behind me. KENDRICK'S PERSPECTIVE I couldn't believe my eyes. Jare is sitting right in front of me with his dick fully hard and in-hand and was just jacking it to what looks like gay porn. There's a ton of shit I need to process but for right now I need to grab the shin-guards I came back for and get the fuck out... and I do just that. I jump back in the car with Kal and speak nothing of what I just saw. My baby brother is a fag. I mean, don't get me wrong: being gay is fine but not if you're my fucking brother. I keep trying to convince myself that the person getting mouth-fucked was a girl, but deep down I know it wasn't. Just last night we were watching Halloween on TV cuddling a little bit, and you're telling me that cocksucker liked it? I'm furious, and it's showing. "You okay, bro?" Kal asks, eyeing me. "Yeah, I'm good. I release the tension in my shoulders. Maybe I'm overthinking this. He probably wasn't enjoying it like that; we're brothers after all. And why am I so mad that he's gay? It doesn't even affect me, so why should I care? If he wants to suck cock, more power to him - just keep it the fuck away from me. "You sure, bro? You seem a little mad about something." "Yeah, I said I'm fine. Just fucking drive," I shoot. Kal can tell I'm going through something and doesn't press any harder. We arrive at soccer practice shortly after and now I finally have somewhere to channel my anger effectively: on the field. Where it counts. I spent the entire practice taking my anger out on the ball, and that form of therapy is truly life-changing. It definitely made me realize being there for my brother right now is definitely more important than being angry with him. When Kal drops me back off at the house, I still don't know how to confront Jared, or if I even should. Either way, it's gonna be the biggest elephant in the room in human history. After consideration, I decide I'm gonna have to talk to him about it. Poor guy might even be going through an identity crisis. I walk into the room cautiously. Jare's laying on his side on his bed playing his DS, probably Pokémon. He eyes me when I walk in and quickly diverts his gaze. I drop my duffel by my bed and start taking off my cleats. "What's up Jare?" I ask conversationally. "H-Hey," he starts. I can tell he's nervous. I decide not to let him suffer any longer. "It's okay that you were jacking off, my man. Everyone does it. I wanted to talk about something else," I say. He already knows what's coming, so I don't wait for him to reply. "I saw what type of porn it was," I start. I raise my hands in faux-submission, "And that's totally okay. I want you to know that. And I also want you to know that I'm here if you want to talk about it." Jared pauses for a second and then says, "Thanks, Kenji. I guess I don't really want to talk about it right now. But I guess I have been kind of freaking out. Would it be okay if I slept with you tonight?" "Of course, bud. Just let me shower," I replied. This isn't something out of the ordinary for us. We've slept together many, many times. It's comforting to both of us; a big-brother, little-brother thing. Every family has a different dynamic and this is ours. I head to the bathroom and take one of the hottest, steamiest showers I've ever had. When I get back to the bedroom, Jare is down to his briefs, in the same position as before with his DS. For the first time in my life, I noticed that Jared has a very attractive body. His skin is so soft-looking and his ass, let's face it, is bountiful compared to other boys his age. His briefs are tight to his skin and outline every curve on his cute white boy ass. I've never had these thoughts before and I realize I'm already standing at half-mast. I strip down to my boxers and turn the lights off. I lay down in my queen-size bed and Jared joins me on my left shortly after. It was right then when I noticed how horny I was. I had a full erection with no provocation. Usually, I can jerk off without Jare noticing, but with him in the same bed, it's exponentially more difficult. Jared, laying on his left side, nuzzles his ass a little more closely to me and my dick throbs. The contrast in appearance between Jare and I is almost comical. His skinny and slightly lean white boy body is pressed up against my tall, built, tan physique, which would prove to anyone that we do not have the same father. Jare shifts his torso back toward me which would put me in a perfect position to spoon him if I wanted to... and I would if I didn't have a bursting erection right now. I decide that I can't jerk off tonight; I would have to do it in the morning. "I love you, Kenji," he says, nuzzling the pillow under his head. "I love you too, bud," I reply, as I drift off to dreamland. JARED'S PERSPECTIVE `What time do you want me to meet you?' I text. 3 minutes go by. `4.' Four. I have to wait until four. I don't know if I can make it that long. Let's be honest: I crave cock every moment of my life, but I really felt like I was going to burst when I saw the tent in Kenji's boxers last night. But now, in less than 5 hours, I'm going to be taking his best friend's giant dick in my throat. I couldn't wait. Four rolls around and I've already been at Kal's house for 15 minutes. What can I say? I'm eager. I see his car roll up and I get an immediate erection. Kal is 5'10", slightly shorter than Kendrick but just as beautiful. His skin is very pale but he makes up for that in muscle. He gains it all from the field and I worship him every chance I get for that. His sandy blonde hair falls in wavy streaks on his hair, and his bright blue eyes can pierce your soul. I follow him inside and into his room. I know his parents aren't home and I can't wait. He closes his bedroom door and he starts shooting commands at me. "Take off your clothes, faggot," Kal says. I comply happily. I take off my shirt and shorts and he's immediately all over me. He grabs me by the torso and pushes me against the wall with my stomach facing the wall. He grinds up against me and I can feel his erection working its way into my ass crack. I let out a loud moan before he sticks his fingers in my mouth, which makes me moan even more. "Yeah? You like that, you little bitch?" "Yes, sir," I reply, blushing and moaning like crazy. My dick is already rock hard. Something about being controlled by another boy sends me over the edge. I wouldn't complain if I was the bitch of every boy on this planet. They all deserve someone to submit to them and service their cocks whenever they please. I want to be the one to do it. He slips his hand inside of my briefs and I feel his finger rubbing my sweet, pink hole. I instinctively moan, which is becoming more difficult with more and more fingers in my mouth. A finger slips into my hole and I feel the sweet release. This is what I'm made for. "Oh, yes daddy!" I moan. He replies by removing his finger from my hole, putting it in my mouth to wet it, and slipping it back in, even farther this time. I can feel him exploring my insides, and I love it. He starts to fuck my ass with his finger and I'm enjoying every second of it. His fingers explore deeper into my mouth and I can feel he's testing my nearly non-existent gag reflex. "You gonna do whatever I tell you, little gay boy?" Kal asks me. "Yes! Yes, sir. Whatever you want." He removes his finger from my ass and rips down my underwear. I'm now completely naked in front of him. My dick is standing fully erect and he looks down and chuckles a little bit. I blush. He grabs ahold of my arm and walks me over to his bed. He lays down. "Take off my pants and suck my fat dick," he says. My mouth is salivating like it never has before. With shaky hands from anticipation, I unbutton his jeans and move the zipper downward. I can already feel his raging hardon from under his pants. His sits up a bit and I slide down his jeans and take them off. There's a huge tent in his boxers. At least 8 inches. I wrap my hand around the tent and wrap my lips around the top. There's already some precum there and I lick it off. It's my favorite flavor nowadays. He lets out a soft moan and puts his hand in my hair. I hook my fingers around his waistband and tug his underwear down, revealing his trimmed pubes and fully hard man meat. It's a beautiful sight. His dick was fleshy, veiny, and dripping with precum. His balls are smooth and droopy. Just how I like them. "It ain't gonna suck itself." I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck up more precum. Without hesitation, I shove Kal's dick as far down as the top of my throat and he lets out a loud moan. At that moment, his phone rings and he answers it on speaker, maintaining eye contact with me. "Hello?" "Hey Kal, you wouldn't know where Jared is, would you? He's not at home and he's not answering his phone." I look at him and shake my head `no.' "No, I have no idea, but I'll let you know if I see him, Kendrick," Kal says. "Thanks, bro," my step-brother says before hanging up. Kal and I exchange no words. If Kendrick knew what I was doing right now, particularly who I am doing right now, I don't think neither me nor Kal would live to see another day. His dick is warm and pulsing in my mouth. I bob my head up and down and in an attempt to maximize his pleasure, shove it down my throat. With my nose in his pubes and his balls on my chin, I was truly in heaven. He moans more and so do I. I realize I already came and there is a pile of cum on his bedsheets. I could feel his dick get harder in my mouth and I knew he was about to bust, so I took it out of my throat and sucked it until he came, filling up my mouth. "Oh yeah, swallow, bitch," he commands. I swallow his entire load in 4 gulps. I would have kept going but he pulled me off of his dick by my hair, leaving a void in my mouth and a string of cum between my mouth and his cock. It tastes like heaven. "You're such a faggot," he says to me. I know. NOTE: This is my first time writing something like this and any feedback or recommendations can be sent to JaredsNifty@yahoo.com