Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2008 02:00:21 +0000
From: Brad Goodman <bradgoodman30@hotmail.com>
Subject: Garrett Hill Obsession

This story involves consensual sexual relationships between males of
different generations.  It may include relationships between adult males,
young men, teens and adolescents.  This story is completely fictional.
Any resemblance to people, names or situations living or dead is
completely coincidental.  This story will include graphic depictions of
consentual sexual acts between males of varying ages.  If this material
is illegal in your area or if it is offensive to you then leave now.  By
continuing to read this means that you are not violating the law in your
area or you just don't give a shit what 'the man' tells you is right or
wrong.  The story belongs in the gay adult-youth section.

This story is to be posted only on the Nifty Archive and its sister
sites.  It should not be reposted without the expressed written consent
of the author.  Otherwise I will hunt you down and sexually assault you
hamster and shit on your front steps.

Feedback is welcome and appreciated.  Comments may be sent to
bradgoodman30@hotmail.com

This story is the result of a video I saw on YouTube.  I was inspired by
the young man in the video and wrote this story.   It is NOT about the 20
something skater Garrett Hill.  The name is purely coincidental.  I hope
you enjoy it.  I have completed 11 chapters and may write more if there
is interest.  The last story I wrote was a very dark painful saga.  This
story is very light, warm and fun.  At least I hope it is because if it
sucks then I have failed you the reader.  If you want a link to the
YouTube video inspiration let me know and I will send it to you.

Garrett Hill Obsession
Chapter 1
By:  Brad Goodman


If you are reading this story it is fair to say you may have an obsession
with boys or young males.  I am partial to them myself.  However, no
matter how many boys I have come across and no matter how many I have
spent time with none of them affected me like Garrett Hill.  From the
moment I saw him I was infatuated.  I spent all that night thinking about
him and the better part of the next several weeks obsessing over him.  In
fact, I have spent the last four years thinking about nothing else but
him.  I daydream about him when I am awake.  I dream about him when I am
asleep.  I guess you could say I am slightly infatuated with Garrett
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Okay, let's face it.  I am obsessed with him.  Now obsession is not
always a bad thing.  If scientists and doctors were not work obsessed
with their fields would we have the advances in science and medicine we
do today.  If professional athletes were not obsessed with their sports
would we enjoy the excitement of seeing them play?  If poets, playwrights
and authors did not have their obsessions would we have the great
literary works we do.  So obsession can be a very good thing at times.
My life with Garrett, my obsession with Garrett, has been good for the
both of us.

It is always a difficult decision to decide where to start a story so I
think I will begin by telling you a little about myself first.  My name
is Brad Goodman and I am 6'2 and 225 lbs.  I work out everyday.  I was a
professional baseball player for five year in the show but left due to an
injury.  I played Little League, in high school, college and the minors
for 2 years before making it to the show.  I was 24 when I broke into the
majors playing first base for the Montreal Expos.  I hit 20 homers with a
.290 average in my rookie season and finished second in the Rookie of the
Year balloting.  My second season was a breakout year as I avoided the
sophomore slump by hitting 39 homers with a .312 average.  My third
season was going well before I was hit in the face with a fast ball which
broke my cheekbone and detached my left retina.  I tried to comeback in
my fourth season after surgery but I could not pick up the ball as well
and struggled quite a bit with my depth perception.  I hit .233 with 15
homers and 66 RBIs but it was a far cry from what I had done before.
Several doctors encouraged me to retire because if I took another hit to
the face I could loose sight in my left eye completely.  When you are
young you are invincible and I ignored their warnings.  I signed with the
Florida Marlins in my fifth season and had a slight return to form.  I
hit .266 with 41 homers and 117 RBIs that season.  We defied everyone's
expectations and made it to the World Series winning it in six games.  I
was voted the MVP of series after I hit 4 homers and drove in 11.  In
game six I got hit in the jaw by a brush back pitch which set off a
bench-clearing brawl.  I was lucky it did not hit me a little higher up
or I would have been blinded in my left eye.  In my next at bat I hit a
nearly 500-foot homerun that clinched our victory.

The pitch that hit me in the face change my outlook and I retired before
the start of the next season.  My ability to pick up the ball never
recovered fully from the original injury and my average had slumped
because of it.  I didn't feel that I could prove anything else to myself
by continuing to play and put my health first.  Now contrary to popular
opinion I was not rich when I retired.  After you pay your agent, your
manager and taxes your check takes quite a hit.  Not to mention all the
"hangers-on" that are asking for money.  I bought a modest home in my
home town in a nice middle class neighborhood and a couple of cars but
other than that I spent little of it.  However, I thought I would be
smart and invest my money in the stock market only to find out from my
broker that he had turned over $3,000,000 into about $200,000 in a year.
I took what I had left and put it in a safe savings account.  Luckily, I
was able to earn a decent living by going to baseball card conventions
and signing autographs.  Additionally, I made many personal
appearances.   I turned down an offer to be on a local sports radio
program and a chance to compete on `Dancing With The Stars.'  I just
felt they were not my cup of tea so to speak.  I did get a column in the
local paper I enjoyed writing.  I got paid $2000 a month to write four
small sports editorials.  I was not rich by any means but without a house
or car payment I could afford to make less than others.

 I grew up in Oviedo, Florida (pronounced o-vee-a-dough), which is about
20 miles to the Northwest of Orlando.  There are about 32,000 residents
and I am sort of a local celebrity.  The day I moved into my new home is
the day my Garrett Hill Obsession began.  I had bought a nice home in a
middle class neighborhood which I had remodeled for several months.  It
was a nice one story home that was about 2400 square feet.  It had three
bedrooms and three baths.  I had a nice den, living room, formal dining
room and kitchen with a breakfast area.  As I didn't plan on
entertaining too much, I had the formal dining room converted into my den
with a nice built in computer desk and a pool table.  The den was
converted into a media room which made the house very unique in the
area.

The day I moved in and met Garrett my obsession sparked a flame of
passion in me that burns to this day.  I remember it clearly because the
movers had just taken the last piece of furniture off the truck.  I
noticed a woman in a wheel chair and two kids approaching me.  I just
glanced at first but when it was apparent they were coming to talk to me
I stopped directing the movers and met them on the driveway.  I had
thought they were autograph seekers at first but was quickly brought back
to reality when they seemed to not even know who I was at all.  I looked
over the group surveying them for a second as they did the same to me.
The mother was an older woman that had clearly seen better days.  Her
daughter was nice looking for a 15 year old girl.  She was about 5'3 and
slender.  She had dark brown hair and a nice enough face.  However it was
her son that took my breath away.  He was a slender boy and short being
not more than 4'10.  He had dark brown hair which matched his mother and
sister but that is where the similarities ended.    His straight dark
brown hair was long like the skater boys wear.  He had sparkling blue
eyes and the cutest smile.  I was amazed at how straight and white his
teeth were.  He looked at me quizzically for a second as if he was in
deep thought.  This beautiful boy had long eyelashes, thin small brown
eyebrows and a cute button nose.  The woman in the wheel chair spoke
first.  She sounded like an old grandmother that had smoked a bit too
much.

"Well, what do we have hear" she began.    "If I had known I was
getting such a good looking young man for a neighbor I would have rolled
on over here before now."  The woman paused and smiled broadly.  "I am
Cindy Hill and these are my kids Brie and Garrett."

"Pleased to meet you" I replied.  "I am Brad Goodman."

I put my hand out to her and we shook hands.  I did the same with her
daughter and then to her son.  When I took his hand it was warm and soft
and I was conscious not to hold it too long.  However, he stared at me
and I did the same to him.  We had looked into each other's eyes and
gazed at our future although neither of us knew it yet.  The boy had an
excitement in him and he finally let it boil out.

"I thought it was you.  I got your poster on my wall!" Garrett
exclaimed.

"That is cool, maybe you can show me which one sometime?"  I replied.

"I can right now, if you want?"  The boy announced excitedly.

"Garrett!" Cindy shouted.  "Let the man move in for God's sake."
The woman turned her head to me and continued.  "He has been looking for
a father figure since his dad moved out and left us several years ago."

"Mom!" both children exclaimed at once.  Brie then continued "Jesus
Christ, you just have to tell everyone right away.  I don't think he
wants to hear all about our worthless Dad and how he left us right
now!"

"It's cool" I began.  "I had my father leave me and my mom when I was
about nine.  I fully understand."  I turned to Garrett and tried to
change the subject "So do you play baseball?"

The boy smiled at me broadly and said "Yeah, a little.  I ain't really
that good."

Hearing this I think set a light bulb off in Cindy's head and she chimed
in "Oh my god, you are that baseball player.  I didn't understand the
poster thing that Garrett was talking about but now I do.  Wow, what are
you doing living here?  Shouldn't you be in a huge mansion somewhere?"

"Mom!" both children yelped again.

"It's okay" I started.  "Not all athletes are rich.  Plus I am
retired.  I am working doing baseball card conventions and autograph
signings.  It pays the bills.  However, I will be volunteering  at Oviedo
High School to help the baseball team and I was recruited to coach the
Oviedo Little League team."

"Oh that's great.  Brie goes to Oviedo High.  I guess you will get to
see each other a lot."  Cindy replied with a smile.  "Plus Becky Sue is
a friend of mine and she told me she had recruited a former pro to coach
the team.  She said you were the best she ever had."

With that comment Brie slapped her mother playfully in the arm and then
they both giggled a little.

"So are you gonna come over and look at my room?"  Garrett asked
enthusiastically again.

Before I could answer Cindy spoke up "Garrett, the man is a bit busy
right now moving in.  I think we should leave and let him finish."

  "Actually, Cindy, I would love to see the poster Garrett has in his
room.  The movers are doing well and know where most everything needs to
go.  Now is perfect."  I said smiling at the boy.

I was not about to miss out on more time I could spend with this cute
boy.  He was smiling broadly as if I had made him the happiest person
alive.  His mother conceded and we all headed across the street to their
house.  When we arrived and went in it became clear that they owned one
of the smaller houses in the neighborhood.  It must have been about 1500
square feet and lacked all of the recent updates I had done to mine.  The
living room was small and included a computer desk, tv, fish tank and an
exercise machine.  There were a couple of extra chairs but it wasn't
very well decorated.  Clearly, mom was having a hard time making ends
meet.  It was a short walk past the kitchen and down a small hallway to
Garrett's room.  Mom had left us and went her own direction leaving Brie
and Garrett with me in his room.

The boy had a lot of posters on his walls, some of scantily clad women,
some of professional wrestlers and some of sports cars.  But in the
center of the room hanging on the wall above his twin sized bed was a
poster I did after my rookie season.  I was wearing my baseball pants and
cleats but I had no shirt on.  I had a baseball bat across my shoulders
with my arms up and draped over the bat.  I was once told by a reporter I
was single handedly responsible for more women and gay men coming to
baseball games because of that poster.  We all talked a little making
mindless conversation when their phone rang.  Brie turned and ran out of
the room to get the phone leaving Garrett and me alone.  I took this time
to really stare at the boy giving him the once over.  He was wearing a
t-shirt and shorts with some flip flops.  His arms and legs were tan from
the Florida sun.  The summer was coming to a close and he clearly spent
some time outside.  He was completely hairless and looked very sexy to
me.

"So Garrett" I began "How old are you?"

"I am eleven but I will be twelve at the end of August" he answered.
"How old are you?"

I chuckled a bit at his question.  "I am thirty-one.  I bet you think I
am old, huh?"

He giggled the sweetest little laugh and said "No, not really.  My mom
thought you were like 25 and my sister thought so too.  They both think
you're hot."

I was shocked by his boldness but given his mother's statements I
shouldn't have been.  I was slightly embarrassed and I must have blushed
a little causing him to add "My mom's a dumbass and so is my sister."

"Gee thanks" I said playfully.  "The two people who think I am hot are
dumbasses.  Boy, that makes me feel good."  I put my head slightly down
as if I was ashamed.

"That's not what I meant" Garrett yelped.  "You're hot..." he paused
in shock after he said that and then tried to back track.  "I mean... to
like... you know... girls think you are hot."

Garrett blushed and looked a bit coyly at me.  He was so cute I couldn't
help myself.  I grabbed him and began to tickle his sides.  "So you
think I am hot" I began teasing him.  "Then you think I am not, so what
is it?"  The boy giggled as I tickled his sides and he squirmed all
over.  He fell back onto his bed and I moved in closer leaning over him
and continued my assault.  He was laughing and gasping for air as I
continued to tickle him.  His shirt slowly rose up exposing  his belly
button and the elastic band of his boxers.  I felt my cock begin to
stiffen in my shorts.  I was so captivated by him I kept eyeing his
tanned belly while my finger slightly touched the skin of his exposed
hips.

"Okay, okay, you're hot." The boy exclaimed.

Brie interrupted our play as she bound into the room.  She looked at us
with a peering glance and I rose from leaning over the top of the boy
with what must have been a guilty look.  I hoped she did not notice my
growing cock in my shorts.  Garrett was still laughing and I was
chuckling a bit myself.  Brie looked at us as if she had caught me
fucking her brother in the ass.

"What's going on in here?" She asked sternly.

I was speechless but Garrett answered right away.  "Well, I told Brad
about how you and mom think he is hot.  Then I said you were both
dumbasses.  He then started tickling me and trying to force me to say he
was hot since I thought you all were dumbasses for thinking that."

Brie's face changed from interrogation to humiliation.  "You told him
that, ah!" She screamed.

Brie turned and stormed out of the room yelling "God, I hate you
Garrett."  Garrett looked at me and I looked at him, then we both broke
out into laughter.  He put his arm out to me and I grabbed him by the
forearm.  I pulled him up and he flew off the bed and ran into me.  I
tickled him a little more and then we headed out of his room.  His sister
and mother were in the living room as I was about to leave.

"Well I need to get back to the movers but thank you for inviting me
over.  If you like, you should come by and see the house tomorrow.  I can
show you guys the changes I have made.  I am sure Garrett would love my
media room.   It will be decorated with a lot of baseball memorabilia."
I told the trio.

Cindy smiled warmly "Well, thank you.  I will be busy tomorrow and Brie
has volunteered to work with the football team at her school.  However,
if you don't mind watching Garrett for most of the day, I bet he would
love it."

Did I hear her right.  Did this woman I just met, ask me to watch her
hot-as-hell son.  My mind was racing and I was feeling a bit light headed
from the excitement of the moment.  I didn't answer so Garrett spoke up.

"That would be awesome.  I really hate going to my mom's therapy."
The boy exclaimed.

"Yeah, sure.  That will be fine."  I squeaked out.

We all shook hands and I returned to my new home with visions of Garrett
dancing in my head.  I met with the movers and had them put things into
their final places.  When they were done I paid them and they left.  I
spent the next few hours putting pictures and other things in their
place.  When I went to bed I couldn't sleep as I was filled with an
excitement I hadn't had since I was a boy.  My Garrett Hill Obsession
had begun.


To be continued...