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Subject: My Taste For It – Chapter 2 – Jon Jon And The Construction Site This story is an original work of fiction based on a true story. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Please make sure to support Nifty so we can keep these stories and others like it coming. It had been almost a month since I first got my throat filled up by Jon Jon and we were finding places to hookup almost daily. We both knew that we needed to sneak around and if we got caught this would end. I really didn’t know what would happen to him, but I did know that my mom would not let me see him ever again. I had an older cousin that got caught getting head from my much younger cousin and they sent him up north to live with our grandfather. I wasn’t allowed to be in a room alone with him. Not until later. Different story though. Jon Jon and I had been meeting in the shed behind his aunt’s house, that was where he kept a stack of Playboys he had stolen from his dad before he left to come live with his aunt. We would sometimes go to the abandoned house in the woods. We also met up by the corner store at the top of my street. He would pick me up and we would drive out to a park and find places to suck him off. Old parks, the back of the Walmart parking lot, rest areas, any place that we could find space alone. I had been getting better about swallowing him down my throat and we had been using less of the throat numbing lube. Good thing too, it was running out. I still had it in my backpack, just in case we needed it. I was waiting up by the corner store for Jon Jon to come and get me. He was off work early that day. He told me the day before to meet him up at the corner store around 2 o’clock. I was up there by ten to because I was super excited for our meeting. I felt like something new was coming my way. While I was waiting on the side of the building, I heard the front door to the store open and the store owner walked out with a cordless phone and a cigarette in hand. He was yelling something angrily into the phone and when he had said his piece, he paused to light his cigarette. He tucked the lighter in his pocket and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth to complete his first drag. I couldn’t understand what he was saying because he was speaking a different language. He was middle eastern. I found out later his name was Ahmad. While he was yelling, I stepped back leaning on the wall of the store, waiting impatiently for Jon Jon to roll up in his rusty, white pickup truck. Ahmad finally hung up the phone and took a huge drag off of his cigarette. He blew the smoke out and closed his eyes as if to take a rest for quick second and let the nicotine set in. I was staring at him. He had thick black hair all over. His face, his arms, his head, obviously. He was wearing a polo shirt and some cargo shorts. He was on the younger side and kind of the middle of the road between lean muscular and overweight. He was thick and manly. He smelled like his favorite cologne and cigarette smoke. While I was checking him out, I started wondering what his dick looked like. Ever since I started blowing Jon Jon, every man was only what was in his pants to me. I found myself cock gazing a lot more than before. “I see you up here a lot, but you never come in.” Ahmad spoke up to me with that thick accent of his, awakening me from my daydream about him naked. “Huh?” I asked sounding like a mindless, drooling mess. “I see you hanging up around here all the time. But you never come in the store.” He explained a little further. “So, what are you doing up here?” “Oh. I come up here to meet my…” My explanation fell off. How did I explain this situation to someone? ‘I come up here to meet a straight 20-year-old that likes to stick his dick in my throat until he unloads his balls into me.’ “To meet…?” He responded, leading me to the answer. “I meet… my friend. I’m not supposed to ride in his car with him, so we meet up here so my mom doesn’t see us.” I was hoping this would satisfy his need for an answer. “Oh.” Ahmad took another drag off of his cigarette. “Why aren’t you supposed to ride with him?” He asked, taking in the nicotine rush again. “I don’t know.” I answered, wondering why mom doesn’t me riding around with Jon Jon. “Huh. Well, what do you and your friend do when you ride together?” Ahmad asked, with a twinkle in his eyes. I remember that look. Jon Jon had the look when I told him that Derek and I would “play” around in the woods. As I was thinking of what I should say, I heard the loud muffler of Jon Jon’s truck cracking as he rolled around the corner and headed toward me. “Oh, well, my friend is here.” I said pointing to the loud truck coming down the road. “Oh, well, stop in the store when you’re up here waiting again. It’s dangerous out escort ankara here sometimes.” Ahmad said with a caring tone and a lure in his voice that tickled me. Hmm? Ahmad dragged his cigarette and threw the used butt into the street as he grabbed the door handle and went back into his store. At the same time, Jon Jon pulled up. He turned down his music and I ran up to the door to get in. I jumped in the truck and Jon Jon looked awesome. He was wearing his boots that he wears for work and his high white tube socks. He wore a dirty pair of cargo shorts and a white wifebeater. His neon green vest was thrown over the seat of the truck. He was such a beautiful man. “Hey, buddy!” He tousled my hair. “Remember, you need to get down until we get out of the neighborhood.” He reminded me. Jon Jon told me that there was a possibility of people seeing me in his truck and he wanted to make sure no one knew we were riding around together. I was pre-teen chubby and puberty was coming on slow for me. I was able to lean over into his lap and not be seen, but just barely. My head was laying on his upper thigh and he had one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand on the gear shifter. I could see into his armpit and smelled a hard day of work. I was getting so turned on by this guy. I wanted the man musk up my nose while I used my throat to pleasure his dick. Jon Jon worked in construction, and he could work up some smells. I really love men that smell like men. I realized mid-daydream that Jon Jon hadn’t given me the green light to get up yet and he had been driving for a few minutes. “Can I get up now?” I asked for permission. “Not yet.” He replied. “Ok. Where are we going?” I asked him. “You’ll see. Why don’t you get started?” Jon Jon suggested while he leaned back and unzipped those dirty cargos and reached in to pull out that beautiful dick. He was not wearing underwear again. God, he knows how to get me worked up. “What?” I asked him. We were not supposed to do anything in the car anyway, should I be doing this while he is driving? “Yeah. Slide down to the floor board and lean over here and put it in your mouth.” Jon Jon provided great instructions while shaking his dick awake. I listened very carefully and slid down onto the passenger seat floor board. I was on my knees and found a comfortable space leaning onto the seat. I reached over and grabbed his dick. I used my feet to get some more leverage and leaned further up so I could reach his dick with my puffy, wet lips. I closed my lips around his hardening dick and as he focused on driving, I could hear him moan loudly as he pushed his hips closer to my head to give me all the access. The truck got loud when he pressed the gas to move us forward. When it came time to shift gears, the truck jerked violently shaking his hard dick inside my throat. He made one of those almost laughing moans when something feels really good. I stared up at him with his piece in my mouth. I could see this beautiful man was feeling so good right now and his face was lit up like the first day I blew him in the cabin in the woods. “Keep going.” He put his hand on my head quickly taking it off of the gear shifter to show me what speed felt good to him at that moment. I kept sucking him and every time we hit a bump, or the truck shifted, it added to the sensations for him and for me. I felt him rub against parts of my throat that I hadn’t felt before. I suddenly felt the road switch from pavement to dirt. I had an aunt that lived in the country, I know a dirt road when I am on one. I kept moving my head up and down his thick pole, moving all the way down to his pubes. His dick was slippery, and the vibrations may have been too much for him, because he pulled me by my hair and pulled me off of his dick. I was surprised by this and gasped after the audible pop from my lips when his dick pulled free from the sucking. “We’re almost there.” He said, panting through his words. “You can sit up now.” I got up in the seat and sat up straight to look out the window. I saw us pulling into what looked like a construction site. There was machinery all around us. Everything was standing still, and the lot looked deserted. “Where are we?” I asked him, thinking that I knew the answer. “This is our job site. Everyone went home for the weekend. I wanted to bring you here. I knew there was some more privacy for us here. We can take our time.” Jon Jon gave the dick a shake and tucked it into his shorts for our walk to wherever we were going. Once he was put away, he opened his door and jumped out of the truck holding his side open for me. I scooted my butt over to his side and he grabbed my hand helping me out too. We walked down the gravel lot into where the house had been set up. We walked into the garage and entered through the door that led us into a kitchen. The cabinets and countertops had been installed, but there were no appliances or lighting. Jon Jon took esenyurt escort me by the shoulder and guided me to the island countertop. He tapped his hand on the countertop, which I took as ‘jump up here’. “Now, spin around and lay down on your back with your head hanging off of the edge.” Jon Jon instructed again. While I adjusted my position, he unbuttoned his shorts and stepped out of them. He also took off his shirt, leaving him only in his dirty, steel toe work boots and high, white tube socks. As I layed back and let my head fall to hang off the edge, Jon Jon’s whole package came into view. His dick was standing straight out as if prepared for the pleasure that was about to be dealt out on it. His balls hung heavy as if he had been building up cum for weeks. I wanted to imagine him filling me up with all that nut. He started to approach me, and I licked my lips to get them wet and shiny. I opened my mouth and felt hungry for this man. Even though I had just been sucking his dick in the truck, I felt like this was a whole new experience. As he approached me, I saw the underside of that dick coming at me and those balls that were definitely going to be slapping me in the eyes or the forehead. I felt hands on my waist, and I thought he was tickling me. I realized when I saw my shirt being pulled up, he wasn’t tickling me, he was taking off my clothes. “I saw this in a porno I watched at my friend’s house. Your throat can handle this. Relax your throat and open your mouth. Tap my leg if you can’t breathe.” Jon Jon with more instructions. My t-shirt came off around my head and suddenly I was shirtless. My head laid back and my neck relaxed. His dick head hit my lips again and I licked around the head to wet the throbbing piece that was about to enter me. Jon Jon pushed forward, and his dick entered my throat smoothly. He continued forward until he reached the end. His pubes were on my chin and his balls rested on my nose. He was petting my throat like I was a cat. I could feel his dick twitch when he rubbed it through my throat. “Ok, try this. With my dick in there, say ‘awww’ and stick out your tongue.” Jon Jon’s filthy mind was running wild. I followed the instructions and tried to open my mouth further while saying ‘awww’. I managed to stick my tongue out and I licked his pubes. My tongue rubbed the top of his swollen cock, and I felt the thick vein on top pulsate with his heartbeat. He pulled out and took a breath trying to calm himself down. I could tell when Jon Jon worked himself up and was trying to not blast his nuts into me too quickly. Truth be told, I would have been fine attaching myself to him and never letting go, but society might think it’s weird that he has a 12-year-old attached to his dick like alien parasite. I could see him prepare himself again and came forward, aiming his dick at my open mouth. I said ‘awww’ and stuck my tongue out like he taught me. He got into the mouth and crossed into the throat with a small pop. Once he felt the lips on his balls, he stopped the forward motion and started slow ins and outs. His balls slapped me in the eyes, and I felt saliva running down the sides of my head into my hair. I heard the moaning and panting speed up and I felt those big, rough hands reach down and grab my nipples. He pinched them and then tried to hold the pre-teen chunk together like small breasts. I wrapped my arms around his hairy thighs for leverage and when I did, I could feel the strength and power this man had in his being. As he used me like a bottomless throat, he massaged my nipples. He was stimulating feelings in me, that I never knew existed. He had height on me. He had weight on me. I was small compared to him. He could produce these smells and he had that deep voice. He grew hair everywhere. I felt like the woman in this relationship, and I learned that I liked that feeling. He stroked back and forth, and I could feel the tightening in those powerful legs. He had his feet planted in his non-slip work boots and his legs spread wide for maximum cock access. With a solid alpha grunt, he plunged deep into my throat, and I began to swallow as hard as could. This stimulated him, his balls drew up from my eyes and throbbed while he unloaded into me. “What the fuck is going on here?” A voice sounded off, scaring the shit out of us. Jon Jon pulled out of me and hid his nudity behind the counter I sat up quickly covering my chest with my hands. We both looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man standing there looking into the doorway from the garage. The man looked a lot like Jon Jon, only shorter. He was a little thicker in the body, but pretty ‘thin’ muscular. Jon Jon looked scared as the man walked closer to us. I knew we had been caught and I was afraid that this would be the end. I turned back and watched the man, not know what was going to happen. “This is a closed site, and no one is supposed to be here. eskişehir escort What the fuck is going on here?” The man sounded pissed. He was wearing clothes similar to what Jon Jon had on earlier. The man realized that Jon Jon wasn’t speaking, so he turned his attention to me. “Hey kid! What is going on? Were you just sucking that guy’s dick?” The man asked me with force. I was terrified to answer and also terrified to not answer. I nodded my head to answer the man, while Jon Jon reached for his clothes on the floor. “Really? Did he make you?” The man sounded like he was trying to rescue a kid in distress. I shook my head no, defending Jon Jon. He didn’t make me do anything. He was kind enough to let me suck him. “Oh…So, you are a dick sucker on your own? Huh?” The man asked again, all the time stepping closer to us. I nodded yes again to let the man know that I was a dick sucker. I was horrified when I thought about how this would turn out. It was then that I realized this man had a familiar look in his eyes. That my-balls-are-heavy-and-I-need-relief look. I will see that look a lot in my life. “I see. I could have some fun with a dick sucker right about now.” The man said as he was within reach of me. He reached his hand out and put his hand under my chin with his thumb rubbing my bottom lip. aHis other hand rubbed the crotch of his shorts. I sat there still and silent while this man rubbed his thick, manly thumb on my mouth. “You’ve got pretty lips, son. You’ve been a dick sucker for a while, huh?” The man kept asking me questions. It was like Jon Jon had faded away. “Can you take some more dick right now, dick sucker?” The man asked me. I knew I recognized that look. I nodded my head, and the man took his hand back and reached to unbutton his shorts. As his shorts fell to the ground as I pulled myself off of the countertop and kneeled on the floor in front of this man. As I got in position and he reached for the waist band of his underwear, I stared back at Jon Jon and he stood there silent. He shrugged a little as if to say, ‘you should just do it’. I was scared but I was also excited. I had only sucked Jon Jon for a while at this point and this would be a new man and more importantly, a new penis! He reached into his underwear and pulled out a dick that was already hard and ready to go. He tucked the waistband of his underwear under his balls, and he grabbed my hair and yanked my hand back, roughly. I was looking up at him. The look in his eyes was different from Jon Jon’s, every time I’m in this position with him. “Open your mouth.” He commanded of me with fiery intensity in his eyes. When I opened my mouth, he spit onto my tongue. I thought this was gross…and hot. Why would he spit on me? And why would he spit in my mouth? I have no idea what makes alphas spit on lesser beings, but to this day I feel sexual when I see it. I swirled his spit around with my tongue and he aimed his dick at the open hole that was my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his dick. It was smaller than Jon Jon’s but was still a great piece of meat. It was thick enough to use the whole mouth, but not stretch the lips out. I felt those seven or so inches move quickly in and out of my mouth, while I used my tongue to play with the underside of his dick. He grabbed both sides of my head and started fucking into my face. I reached up and grabbed his balls. As I squeezed them gently, the man started to get that look in his face where his eyes closed, and he bit his lip from the pleasure. I could feel the end about to happen as a caressed his balls. As they tightened up, he pulled my head into his pubes and held me there. This man shot his load down my throat and seemed to pull out very quickly. He shot a couple ropes of cum on my face. As he finished shooting his nut all over, he looked down proud of what he had done. “Yeah. That’s a good cock sucker.” He reassured me while he slapped that still hard dick on my lips and then wiped it through his cum and scooped it into my mouth on his dick head. I licked the cum off of his dick by swirling my tongue around him to get it all. I swallowed his dick down to the base and pulled off of it sucking deep. He twitched from the sensitivity his orgasm caused. As he finished wiping down my face, he pulled his dick out and pulled his underwear up. As he reached down for his shorts, I looked over and Jon Jon was fully dressed and he walking over to me. He handed me my shirt that he took off earlier. Before I could put it on the unknown man grabbed my face again and rubbed my bottom lip. He looked down and saw a trail of cum that had dripped down to my boy boob. He took his thumb and rubbed it all the way up following it to the top where it started. He had scooped a decent pool of nut onto his thumb and fed it to me. I used my hot tongue to clean his thumb off, swallowing down the left over cum. “He is a cum slut! You were right Jay! He sucked me dick without a second thought. Those lips were meant to suck dick.” I had a taste for dick and now I had a taste for cum. I didn’t even realize it, but I had a taste for it. Please email me with any comments to the story or stories of your own that you went through. I love the feedback and to hear what others went through. My email is hoo. C.B. Stuff

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