Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2024 02:08:29 +0000 From: Ganimedes Ganymede Subject: This boy loves candy, chapter 3 This is just fantasy. I, the writer, don't condone any of what is depicted here, and I don't encourage my readers to practice it in real life. This completely made-up fantasy story depicts sexual acts between characters of different ages, if you don't enjoy that, please read a different story. My previous Twitter account got banned, please follow my new one for updates and hot porn! If you like my stories don't hesitate to give me your feedback via email or on my socials. My new Twitter is @ganithewriter and my telegram is @lockk13 drop me a message! (Do not ask me for videos or trading. As I previously stated: this is purely fictional and nothing more than that.) Also, remember to donate and support Nifty! It's the reason why we can enjoy these amazing stories! Matty was hiding in Greg's room. He went under the bed and hid the peppermint candy his grandpa had given him when he arrived at his house. His father was looking for him because he knew that Grandpa always gave the little boy some candy, and he wanted a peaceful New Year's Eve and a nice dinner, but if Matty ate the candy they would have to chase him all over the house. His grandpa, an old-school guy, didn't believe that some sweets could make a kid turn into a rabid dog, run around, and destroy everything, and that's why he always had candy for Matty. Matty was just a 9-year-old, but he was very clever. He knew his father would never look inside his brother's shoes because the smell repulsed his parents. Matty wasn't, and that's why he hid the peppermints inside there. When he was under Greg's bed, two hands grabbed his ankles and pulled, taking him from under the bed. "What are you doing?" Asked his father. "Did Grandpa give you candy?" "No! He didn't!" Said Matty. "Why do you always think I have candy?" He crossed his arms, faking his annoyance. He thought he was doing a believable job, but only he thought that. His father knew he had candy. "It better be true, if I find candy anywhere near you I will take all your toys and video games away from you," said the father before grabbing Matty's hand and taking him out of the room. "Fucking Greg never opens his damn window," said the adult before going in back into the room and opening the window. "It fucking reeks in there." "Mom says we can't say bad words," said Matty, trying to think of a way to take his candy back. "Tell your mom she can suck my dick, now go downstairs and sit for dinner." Matty went downstairs and Greg's father was inside the teen's room, opening the door and trying for the room to smell better, which was almost impossible due to all the teen hormones, the dried cum, and the crazy stuff his son did in there. When he was done opening the curtains and windows, he saw a pack of condoms on his son's desk. He grabbed it and looked at the label: XL. "Dude, what are you doing?" Asked Greg, coming into the room and snatching the condoms off his father's hand. Greg was fresh out of the shower and was wearing a towel around his waist. He threw the condoms on his bed and started pushing his father out of his room. "An XL? Really?" Greg couldn't move in. His dad was in great shape and very muscular, so he could stand unfaced by Greg's attempts at kicking him out of there. "What? Never heard of big dicks?" "That's what I use," said his father. "Maybe I took it from you, who knows? Now, leave!" Greg loved his dad but hated it when his parents wouldn't respect his privacy and break into his room without asking first. What if he had let a Matty video play on his laptop? They would have a heart attack and it would also constitute a violation of the teen's privacy. "You can't be that big!" Said his father, now playing with him. "Show me." "Dad, I'm not gonna show you my dick," said Greg, not because he didn't want to, but because he wanted to get dressed, eat and go to Evan's. "Dude, we've seen each other naked before. What? Are you a pussy now?" He asked Greg, trying to tease him, and it worked. Greg stepped back, unwrapped the towel around his waist, and let it fall to the carpeted floor, standing in his naked glory in front of his father. He had a pretty thick bush and a thick dick too, hanging over his balls. "Shit! When did you get that dick?" Asked his father, who didn't remember it that big. "I'm a teen, it grows every day. Now, leave!" This time his father obeyed, still thinking about his teen son's naked body and how his son's dick was almost as big as his. Tired of the Christmas celebrations, Greg dressed as quickly as possible and went downstairs to start having dinner. One of his feet was hurting a bit, but he assumed it was because he had played a football match the day before with his classmates and didn't overthink it. When he went downstairs, Matty and one of his uncle's kids ran toward him. "Greg!" Exclaimed Matty. "Andrew and I wanted to talk to you..." "Not right now, Matty. I'm too hungry to even talk," said Greg, ruffling both kids' hair and walking past them. "But..." "Later, Matty!" He winked an eye toward his brother and went to the table. Since he was already 16 this year, he could finally sit at the grown-ups' table. He wasn't too excited about it, honestly. His family was cool, and he liked hanging out with them, but his perverted nature made him want to see what shenanigans the boys were up to. However, each year his uncles and aunts had more and more kids joining the kids' table, so the older cousins had to sit with the adults. The rest of his cousins were either too old for him to care about their lives or too weird to even start a conversation with. He tried to have some small talk with his cousin Isaac, but the guy started talking politics and Greg disconnected his brain. He was very clever and knew he could easily talk about any topic, but it was easier if he played stupid. That way, his family wouldn't bother him. "Dad, I told you to stop bringing candy over!" He heard his father say. He looked over to the far end of the table and he saw his father arguing with his grandfather. They were arguing about the candy bags that his grandpa brought with him. "You are raising a weak boy," said his grandpa. "Back in my day, my father would give me tons of candy so that I would shut up." "Back in your day, your father would've given you weed if that made you shut up, Mr. Collins," said Greg's mother, making the entire table burst out laughing. "You can laugh all you want, but my grandkids are becoming weaker and weaker. I only have faith in Gregory now," said his grandpa, looking at him and smiling proudly. "He may not be the brightest, but he is a man." "Thanks, Grandpa," he smiled and nodded with a prideful grin on his face. "Come on, Greg a man?" Asked one of his older cousins, whom he hated. "He takes it up the ass." He said it in a playful tone, just trying to joke around, and he snatched some laughs from the table, but Greg didn't laugh. Normally he would have, but he hated that cousin and wasn't going to laugh at any joke he said. His grandfather didn't laugh either. "I met a lot of men who took it up the ass when I was in the Navy, and they were still more of a man than you will ever be," said his grandpa, looking at the rude cousin. This time, Greg chuckled. "Gregory is the only grandson who isn't a bitch!" "Dad! For the love of God!" Said Greg's father, who loved using cusswords but tried to keep his own father in check. "Matty is my second piece of hope, but he should have candy if he wants candy. I will die soon! Let me give candy and money to my grandchildren!" "I want some money," said the rude cousin, earning a few bucks from his grandfather just so he would shut up. Believe it or not, that was how every New Year's Eve went for the Collins family. It was almost a tradition for his grandfather to insult the entire family, break some rules like the no-candy and no-money rules, and then go back to his house and sleep. Greg liked spending time with his whole family, even the weird cousins, or the rude one, but that day he only had Evan in mind. He told him earlier he had found a very hot porn video and they should jerk off together while watching it. That plan sounded more interesting than spending the entire night with his family. "Matty!" His mother's voice brought Greg back to reality. Greg looked at the kids' table and neither Matty nor Andrew were sitting there, and Matty's dog was eating from the boy's plate. "You know what? I'm going to listen to your father," said Greg's mother talking to his husband. "I'm going to let Matty do whatever he wants tonight. Hopefully, he'll tire himself to sleep." What they didn't know was that Matty and Andrew were in Greg's room, searching under the bed for the peppermints that his grandfather had given him earlier. "I think my brother has the shoes on," said a disappointed Matty, crawling from under his big brother's bed. "But that would hurt, and he didn't scream," said Andrew. "Maybe his feet are candy-proofed," said Matty, shrugging and sitting on the carpet with his legs crossed. "It smells funny in here, this is what a man smells like?" "Grandpa said so, and Greg told me that if a guy's room smells good is because he is becoming a girl," answered Matty. "My room smells good but I'm not a girl." "Are you sure?" "I don't know... How do I find out?" Asked Andrew, turning a bit pale thinking that he could be turning into a girl, his worst enemy at 9 years old. "Well, girls have pussies, and boys have dicks," said Matty. "Matty! We can't say bad words," Andrew looked scared of being caught, but he blushed. He liked whenever someone would use bad words in front of him. "My dad lets me. He said fuck and dick in front of me before," Matty got closer to Andrew. "Do you wanna see if you're a boy still?" He whispered. Andrew looked around and agreed, blushing harder than before. Matty dragged his butt a bit closer to Andrew and reached out, getting his index finger under the waist of Andrew's jeans. The boy flinched and tried to move back, but Matty stopped him. "It's ok, if you're still a boy we have the same thing," said the little boy. "Are you ashamed of your dick?" Andrew looked confused but shook his head. "No, but only my mom sees it when she bathes me." "That's bad because my dad and my brother see mine and they don't mind," said Matty, with his finger still on Andrew's pants. "Can I see it? I won't tell your mom." Andrew shrugged, still a bit nervous about it but trying to seem cool in front of his favorite cousin. They didn't see each other often, but Matty and Andrew were each other's favorite cousins, so they always liked to hang out whenever they were together, which was mostly birthdays, Christmas, and Thanksgiving. Andrew knew everything about sex thanks to Matty, who corrupted his cousin's mind without even knowing what `corrupting' meant. Thanks to Matty, Andrew knew what jerking off was and what the word cum meant. Matty, after Andrew put his hands away and let him freeway, started unbuttoning his cousin's jeans, pulling the fly down. Andrew got up and his pants fell to the floor, making him stand only wearing his underwear in the middle of Greg's room. He was wearing blue and red Superman undies. "Mine are Spiderman!" said Matty excitedly, forgetting about his desire to see his cousin's dick and getting up, pulling his pants down and showing his undies to Andrew. Both were wearing short briefs. "That's cool!" Said Andrew, who was as excited as his cousin. "Do you wanna trade?" "Yes!" Both boys stripped their jeans off and peeled their undies away, standing naked in front of each other. They looked at their dicks and they giggled. "You're still a boy," said Matty, happy that his cousin's penis hadn't disappeared. "I was so scared," confessed Andrew. "I like touching it when I'm bored." "Me too... Wanna touch it now?" Matty tried to act like his big brother and see if it worked on his cousin, and it did because Andrew grabbed his little dick and started rubbing it. Matty imitated his cousin and started stroking his little boycock. He loved looking at his cousin's boyhood get hard in his hand. They were both jerking off in front of each other, admiring their smooth tender bodies when suddenly the door to Greg's room opened and Matty's dad walked in. "What are you guys doing?" He asked when he saw the boys naked and grabbing their dicks. "Are you jerking off?" "No!" Screamed Andrew, who started making a sad face, almost as if he was about to cry. "Hey, hey! It's ok, buddy," Matty's dad walked toward his nephew and squatted in front of him. "There's nothing wrong with jerking off with a friend, or your cousin, right Matty?" Matty smiled and nodded, surprised that his dad was cool about it. "But today is New Year's Eve, and we have to be together with the rest of the family until our plates are empty." Matty's jaw dropped to the floor when he saw his dad grab Andrew's little boyhood with two fingers, moving them up and down. Unlike Matty, Andrew was cut, and his pinkish head was always showing. "Matty and I were going to exchange our undies, I like Spider-man," said Andrew, moaning when he felt his uncle's fingers around his cocklet. "That's such a cool idea!" The adult looked at Matty. "Honey, why don't you put on Andrew's undies and go downstairs? You need to finish your food." "But Rocco finished it!" He said talking about his dog. "Did you finish your food?" Matty's dad asked Andrew, who shook his head. "Then, Matty, go downstairs and finish Andrew's food, I have to talk to him about something very important." Annoyed, and knowing what would happen once he abandoned the room, he put on his cousin's Superman boxers and walked out of the room, running down toward the dining room where his family was still eating dinner. It looked like they were having dessert, some sort of chocolate cake, and even though he was still pissed, he remembered why he went upstairs with his cousin: to find the candy he had hidden. He looked around. The kids' table was empty, and his cousins were probably playing in the backyard with some of the older cousins who were missing from the grown-ups' table. He looked at this table and saw that his mother was sitting there chatting with his grandpa, two uncles were discussing something about the president while smoking and his brother Greg was sitting there scrolling through his phone. He had been looking at his phone all night, but Matty didn't know what he was waiting to see. He looked under the table and saw exactly what he had in mind. His brother's old shoes, inside of which he hid the candy. He made sure no one saw him, which wasn't hard since adults hardly paid boys any attention, and he crawled beneath the table. Without making any noise, he moved closer to his brother's feet, almost sitting on top of them, and he grabbed them. Greg flinched, but then he popped his head under the table and saw Matty. "What are you doing there?" Whispered Greg. "I just want my candy," answered Matty. The boy untied his big brother's shoes and pulled them off. A strong stench took over the air immediately, but Matty didn't mind it, he just wanted to eat his candy in peace. "Damn, what is that smell?" Asked Matty's mom. "It smells like my room when I was a kid," answered one of the boys' uncles, Andrew's father. "I don't think it smells bad," said their other uncle, and with that, each of the adults went back to their conversations. Matty looked inside the shoes for the candy and finally found them. He put them in his pocket except for one, which he started to unwrap. "Matty!" Greg whispered, and the boy looked at his brother's face from underneath the table. "Do you wanna play with my feet? I'm horny." Matty really wanted to eat the candy, but he remembered how his father kicked him out of Greg's room and how horny his cousin Andrew got him, so he decided to put the candy in his pocket too and grabbed one of Greg's feet instead. He peeled the sock off his brother's foot and sniffed it. It smelled so strong that it could be noticed all over the room, and his uncle made a new comment. "Greg, those feet reek," he said laughing. "I think it's your ass that you're smelling," answered Greg back, chuckling. They continued talking and joking while Matty put the sock down and started sniffing Greg's teen toes. His big brother's toes reeked, and they smelled so strong that he loved it. Matty loved the scent of his brother's body, whether it was his feet, his socks, his pubes, or whatever other part he had his tiny button nose in. He got his nose between the big toe and the one next to it and inhaled as deep as he could without making a noise. The scent of his brother's toes made his little cocklet rise again, pushing against his pants. He remembered that he was wearing Andrew's undies and that made him even hornier. Greg started wiggling his toes, indicating to Matty that he wanted more action. Without missing a beat, little Matty got his brother's big toe inside his mouth and started suckling on it like it was a pacifier, getting it coated with his saliva. He moved down the line of toes, sucking all of them one by one, and even getting daring and getting two or three in his mouth at the same time, holding in a gag. He wanted to get as much of his brother's foot as possible in his mouth, but he knew he had to remain silent, so he kept it simple. He took the toes out of his mouth and, sticking his tongue out, he licked from the heel all the way up to the toes, getting them inside his mouth again and licking between them. He repeated this process with the other foot, peeling the sock off, smelling it, and then sucking and licking the new foot like it was his all-time favorite candy, which it truly was. He looked up at his brother and saw that he was talking with their uncle, but was rubbing his big bulge over his pants. His uncle couldn't see it since Greg was leaning on the chair, but Matty had full access to his big brother's package. He unzipped his fly and took out his big cock, flopping in front of his face. He was so happy his uncle couldn't see a thing, so he could suck on it too apart from the feet. He took hold of it and started licking the piss slit, making the dick grow harder slowly. When it was hard enough, Matty got the tip of Greg's cock inside his mouth and started lapping at it like a dog to a treat. Greg got one of his hands under the table and caressed his little brother's hair while the boy sucked on the tip, doing a great job. Greg had to hold in the moans from the immense pleasure that little mouth was giving him. He knew he wasn't going to last long, so he pushed Matty away with his foot and caught a break. He wanted to cum, but the situation was so hot that he wanted it to last a bit longer. Matty, however, wasn't going to give up. He was pissed about his father kicking him out of his brother's room, he was tired from hiding and looking for his candy and now he got mad because his brother pushed him away. He always obeyed, but tonight he felt like acting like a bit of a brat, so he crawled back to his brother's lap, grabbed the big greasy dick with both of his little hands, and started stroking it, paying special attention to the head. He knew that was a sensitive area, and wanted his brother to suffer in a fun way. Greg, unable to stop his brother without making anybody at the table suspicious, tried to close his legs and push them together, trying to hold in his cum as best as possible, but it was too much of a task for him. The only thing Matty had to do was put his brother's tip inside his mouth, wrap his tender small lips around the head, and softly but quickly lick the piss slit. Before he had any time to react, Greg was shooting ropes of cum inside his brother's mouth, while Matty swallowed every single drop. Greg had to cover his mouth and close his eyes to hold in his moans and not shake while shooting the ropes of thick white cum. "Greg, are you ok?" Asked his mother. "Y-yeah... Just bit my tongue," said Greg, trying to control his shaky voice. When Matty was done with his brother's dick, he didn't even bother to put it back inside his pants or put the socks and shoes back on Greg's feet. He just left the table the same way he got under it and, without anyone noticing, he made his way upstairs, decided to see what Andrew and his dad were up to, and demand to be included. When he was walking toward Greg's room he saw his uncle, Andrew's father, walk out of the room with Andrew grabbing his hand. "Oh, what are you doing there, Matty?" Asked his uncle. Matty didn't talk. He looked at Andrew. His cousin had watery eyes, a silly smile on his face, rosy cheeks and his hair looked a mess, sticky and ruffled. "I was looking for Andrew," said Matty, looking up at his uncle. "Well, we're going to leave already, but I told your dad to come over next weekend for a BBQ, do you wanna come?" His uncle smiled, and Matty nodded. "Great! We'll have so much fun!" Matty kissed his uncle and cousin goodbye and when they left the hallway he resumed his task, walking toward his brother's room. He walked in and saw his father laying on Greg's bed. He looked at the floor and saw his undies laying around, which meant Andrew left without any underwear on. He saw his dad's clothes laying around too and two pairs of big underwear. He looked at his father, who was smoking a cigarette and covering up to his waist with Greg's blanket. "Whose undies are these?" He said, grabbing a pair of the big ones. "Those are Uncle Robert's undies, Matty," said his father, blowing the smoke into the air. "Are you naked too?" Asked the boy. His dad just pulled from the covers and revealed a glistening and floppy cock, showing he was naked. "Come here, lay with me," said his dad, and Matty obeyed, still looking at his father's big cock. "Have you ever tried a cigarette?" Matty nodded and his father chuckled. His dad put the cigarette between Matty's lips and he tried to smoke, coughing and making his father laugh. "Thanks for obeying me earlier. I love you. As a reward you get to eat candy tomorrow, when mom leaves for work." Matty smiled and hugged his father, resting his head over his adult chest and locking his eyes on that big resting dick. "Why was it glistening?" He kept thinking. TO BE CONTINUED...