Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2018 01:33:26 +0000 (UTC) From: Jared Nifty Subject: Jared's Addiction, part 3 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 not 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 condones sexual activities performed on or by minors of less than 18 years of age. All rights reserved, 2018. PART 3 JARED'S PERSPECTIVE "This is the kid I was telling you about," Kal says. They both look at me. My mouth is wide open in confusion. Did this `Matt' just see me sucking Kal's dick? Why did he take me here? Who is Matt and why is Kal introducing me to him? I have so many questions that I have none. Matt does nothing but stare at me with a smile on his face. He approaches the car. "What's going on?" I ask. I'm still in my briefs. "This is Matt. You're going to suck his dick," Kal says, turning to me and rubbing his thumb over my lips. I slap his hand away. "I'm going to what!?" I scream. "You think I'm going to suck this stranger's dick?" I ask him angrily. Kal runs his hand through my hair and I melt. "Yes. I do think that, Jared," he says softly. "Do you not think he's cute?" I take a better look at Matt. He looks around 6'2", with fluffy brown hair. He has an incredible physique, so I assume he's one of Kal's and Kenji's soccer friends. Matt sees I'm checking him out and he lifts the bottom of his shirt a little bit, revealing his smooth happy trail and his tight, tan skin around his lower abs. I have to admit: he's incredibly attractive. His eyes even twinkle in the sunlight. I thought that just happened in movies. Kal moves his hand down from my hair to my crotch and feels the raging erection that I also just noticed. "I think he does think you're cute," Kal says. Matt's leaning into Kal's window now. "He really thinks you're cute." He reaches for the waistband of my briefs and pulls them over my dick. It flops right up and there's still precum all over the head. They both chuckle. Matt, a complete stranger, can now see every part of me, from my pale pink nipples to my white balls. Oddly enough, I find this kind of exposure extremely arousing. Kal lets go of the waistband and it slaps my pelvis. "Why don't you get in the back with me," Matt more commands than asks. I look at Kal and he nods his head at me. I trust Kal and he wouldn't put me in an unsafe position. My brother would never forgive him, let alone let him live. An uncomfortable one, however... I look around the parking lot to see if anyone was there, but there was no one. I quickly opened the passenger side door and hop in the back. I move my backpack to the floorboard. Matt also opens the back door and gets in. He looks much taller in here and my small, pale, white body is nothing compared to his. He smells amazing. This was obviously planned. He wanted to make a good impression. I look at him and he smiles at me, moving his hand to my face and petting my cheek. His hands feel extremely soft. He moves his hand to the back of my head and pulls my face toward him. "You ready to suck this dick?" He asks me. I definitely am. I was definitely turned off originally at the prospect of sucking off a stranger but as long as this stays between him, Kal, and I and the `stranger' is extremely hot, I don't mind. "Yes," I reply. "Yes, what?" "Yes, s-sir," I say. He smiles contently and I reach my arms around to unbutton his pants. Before I can start, however, he pushes my face deep into his crotch unexpectedly and holds me there. Though I had no warning he was going to do this, or that he was this controlling in the first place, I love it here. In a boy's crotch. It's where I belong. It's where Matt knows I belong, where Kal knows I belong. He releases the pressure and I hurridly unbutton and unzip his pants. He pulls them down to his ankles and, again, presses my face into his crotch. His dick is pointed away from me, to the left, and I can tell by the bulge that it's an easy seven and a half inches. I'm so hungry, I can't wait to have Matt's dick in my mouth. Matt pulls my face out of his crotch, grabs my hand, and places it on his stomach under his shirt. His stomach is warm and hairy near his belly button. He leans back a bit and I move my hand up and down his warm, inviting teen boy body. He's virtually hairless other than his happy trail, which I love. Even without seeing them, I can feel his very defined abs, and his beefy pecs. "You like that?" Matt asks me. I look into his eyes and I tell him, yes, sir. I love this. I love being at the mercy of another boy around my age. Of being treated like I am less than you because I am. I am trash compared to you, a beautiful athlete, and thank you so much for letting me touch you sexually. Of course, all I actually say is Yes, sir. Matt removes my hand and pulls down his underwear, exposing his beautiful, also somehow tan, dick. I can smell it from here. It doesn't smell bad, but it has the distinct scent of a testosterone-ridden teenage boy. I love it. It makes my eyes roll, my limbs tremble. It makes me go crazy. "Go to work," he says to me. I don't hesitate. As his dick is laying on his left leg, I grab it and stuff it into my eager, watering mouth. I suck on the head and my eyes roll back. I can't handle it anymore. I take it all the way to the base on the second stroke. His trimmed pubes are in my nose and they smell amazing. His beautiful, smooth balls are on my chin. "God damn," he says out loud. "What'd I tell you, bro?" Kal says from the front seat. I hear the distinct sound of an iPhone camera going off, but at the moment I couldn't care less. I am totally occupied pleasing a boy. I can't be distracted from my job. I can feel Matt's dick pulsing inside of my throat. The ultimate pleasure for both of us. "His throat feels amazing. My girlfriend would never deep throat me, the fuckin' skank," Matt says. I feel a deep sense of pride from that. Kal snickers. I take his dick out of my throat and let the slobber fall out of my mouth and onto his dick for more lube. "Fuck," he moans. I move my left arm up under his shirt, feeling his beautiful toned body while I slobber on his dick, bringing Matt as much pleasure as I can. I can hear Matt mouthing something to Kal while his dick is still in my mouth. "I don't know, you can try," Kal says. Matt nods. Suddenly, he grabs me by the hair on the back of my head like a dog and talks to me very close to my face. So close, I could kiss him, but I don't because I have learned the hard way that kissing a straight boy unprovoked can end terribly. "You're going to worship my armpit," Matt says to me, so close I can smell his breath. Not a bad smell, honestly. "Do you hear me?" He persists. "Yes, sir," I reply in a submissive voice, instinctively thrusting my pelvis forward. I'm humping the car seat but I don't care. I don't see me fucking anything in the foreseeable future. My dick is just for show at this point. Matt uses his finger to wipe the slobber from my chin and puts it back in my mouth. I suck on his finger like it's his dick. He gets a kick out of that. "Faggot," he mutters. "Take off my shirt." "Yes, sir," I say, immediately bringing my head under the bottom of his shirt, beginning to kiss his torso starting at the happy trail. The happy trail is one of my favorite parts of a teenaged boy. It's a sign of increased testosterone, of increased likelihood to be controlling. I can't get enough of the hair below the bellow button. I want it in my mouth. I take a quick break to lift his shirt off of him, exposing his beautifully toned, athletic body, and bring my face right back to his navel. My head is pulled sharply up by the hair. "Did I tell you to do that, faggot?" Matt asks me forcefully. "Woah, dude, chill," Kal says. "No, sir. I'm sorry, sir. I just can't help myself sometimes," I reply pleadingly. "Yeah, no shit. We're gonna have to fix that," Matt says. "Now worship my armpit." He releases my hair and I bring my face to his right armpit - the one closest to me. He raises his arm above his head. Comparatively, he actually didn't have a ton of armpit hair, so I didn't mind. I shoved my face into his armpit and inhaled deeply. It smelled musty, and I honestly couldn't thank him enough for letting me do this. Most faggots wouldn't get a chance to do this with a real man in their entire lives, yet here I am, at the mercy of two athletic teens, doing whatever they say, when they say it. Matt holds the back of my head and slowly moves my head back and forth on his armpit. "Open your mouth," he tells me. I stick my tongue out and begin to lick up and down his armpit. I am in complete submission to Matt. I've never done this before but I am certainly not opposed. I explore a little more and place my tongue on his bulky bicep. I wrap my lips around his arm and suck the skin around it. I take in the taste. It's heavenly. Matt grabs my head again and pushes it back down into his crotch. I suppose he wants me to finish the job. I wrap my lips around the head of his dick and tease him by exploring the head of his dick with my tongue. I can taste the precum leaking out of his cock. Matt moans in response, and I take more of his dick into my mouth, licking his dick as I do so. He begins to raise and lower his body in response, thrusting into and out of my mouth. I can feel his dick pulsing inside of my mouth, so I force his cock into my throat. He moans even louder this time and I can tell he's getting close. "Oh fuck, Jared," Matt moans. I can feel his dick going rock hard, so I take it from my throat and prepare for him to shoot his load into my mouth. I massage his balls with my free hand. I want to make this as pleasurable as possible for him. He deserves it. All boys like him do. "Fuck," he moans, relaxing his head onto the car headrest. He thrusts a final time into my mouth and his warm cum fills my mouth. At this point, cum is my favorite flavor and I would do anything to get a taste. "You better swallow that, bitch. It's valuable stuff." I swallow all of it and open my mouth to show him so. "Good fuckin boy," he says to me smiling. His green eyes make me melt in his lap. His beautiful not-too-bushy eyebrows, his soft lips. I'm going to explode. "Keep your mouth open." I'm peering up at Matt with my mouth open after I just completely swallowed his teen athlete load. His 5-o'clock shadowed mouth opens and a drop of his spit enters my mouth. He closes my mouth with his hands and I taste his spit. It's amazing. "Who are you?" Matt asks me, cum still around my mouth and his spit in my mouth. "I'm yours," I reply. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for the support. As usual, you can send feedback, comments, suggestions, etc. to JaredsNifty@yahoo.com