Date: Tue, 31 May 2005 02:34:26 +0000
From: Brad Goodman <bradgoodman30@hotmail.com>
Subject: Laws of Love

This story contains erotic fiction about the teenaged boys and adult men.
It belongs in the adult/youth catagory.  The story involves very intimate
relationships between teen boys or teen boys and men.  If this type of
material is illegal where you live or if you are offended by such subject
matter than do not continue and leave.  This story is a work of fiction,
which means it is not true.

This story is my property and can not be reproduced without my expressed
written consent.  Only the Nifty Archives has my permission to publish it.
Blah, blah, blah, blah.......

Use your best judgement.  You know what you like and why you are here.

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So here goes my first try at posting since I finished 'Endurance Boys' in
the celebrity section on Feb. 27th.  I have started three different story
lines but none that I have completed.  I have finished 6 chapters of this
story so far and if there is interest I will carry it out to the full 10
chapters I had planned to do.  This story is a work of fiction but loosely
recounts a similar experience of love and its development in my life.
Please let me know what you think of it.

You may send your comments, feedback and pics to bradgoodman30@hotmail.com

And now on with the story...........



Laws of Love
Chapter 1
By: Brad Goodman

	I can remember the first time I saw another boy nearly naked and the
incredible desire it ignited in me.  I was like a firecracker and the sight
of him in his tight white underpants was the flame.  That single moment
ignited in me a passion and desire that I have spent the past 14 years
denying.  I was 11 years old and it was the first day to dress out in gym
class.  My locker was just four down from his locker and I really hadn't
noticed him before to be honest.  His name was Eric Hatcher and he was a
short, small, blond 11 year old.  I looked over at him and he was standing
there in his white briefs and nothing else.  I really had never been that
stripped in front of another person in my life and his lack of inhibition
shocked and amazed me.   I could see his cock outlined in the tight cotton
briefs and his pert bubble butt which made my jaw drop.  He was so smooth
looking and his skin was nicely tanned.  He wore his white cotton briefs and
ankle socks which created my fetish for boys in socks as well.

I never acted on any of my desires for other boys but my attraction for
11-13 year old smooth boys never dissipated either.  In fact, I was in such
denial that I refused to even accept my feelings as being real.  I did of
course masturbate to the thoughts of my naked friends and kids from the
football team but I never admitted it.  I dated girls and even allowed a few
to perform oral sex on me just to keep up my charade.  I had a friend that
even tried to play sex games with me but I pretended not to understand.  He
tried from the time we were in the seventh grade until I denounced him as a
"faggot" at school in the eleventh grade.  I was so afraid of people finding
out my true feelings; I did everything I could to keep up my masquerade.  I
graduated from high school a true and honest virgin.  I had a few blow jobs
from girls in high school but never once did I have sex.  College began much
the same way for me.  I quickly developed an interest in psychology and I
guess I was hoping to discover a cure for my affliction.  What I discovered
was that in the psychological community a desire to learn more about the
pathology of attraction was not looked upon with disgust or disdain, even if
it involved intergenerational relationships amongst members of the same sex.

I worked on several studies in which they were trying to assess the effects
on boys that have been in sexual relationships with adult males.  I was
astonished to learn that in both studies, where the boys were in a
consensual relationship, they showed no adverse effects from the
relationships and some even benefited from them.  I graduated with a degree
in psychology and had actually obtained my teaching certification as well.
I was quite the college athlete as well and played linebacker for three
years on out top ten rated football team.  I was a starter in college and
may have been a potential back-up in the pros but that was not my passion.
I wanted to teach.  I wanted to teach in middle school to be around the boys
I was so attracted too.  I believed I had suppressed my desires for years
and would continue to suppress the desires for many more years to come.
However,  I did still want to be near the boys I loved.  I guess that is why
I did so many studies and interviewed so many boys during my college career.

My name is Brad Goodman and I am 25 years old.  I am 6'2 and 240 lbs.  I
have light brown hair and deep blue eyes.  I stay very fit by working out
daily and eating quite healthy.  I am a little obsessive with my appearance
and I am always shaving something or using some type of new skin cream.
Subsequently, I have a very smooth, youthful looking body and face.  I am in
my second year at First Colony Middle School located in Sugar Land, Texas.
I currently teach a sixth grade math class and coach the seventh grade
football team.  My first year was uneventful and I did not have any
inappropriate relationship with any students.  Sure I stole a few long looks
at some of the boys in the locker room changing for practice but I never
acted on any of my impulses.  However, my second year was beginning and it
was going to forever change my life.

As I always do on the first day I tell the kids who I am and what I expect.
Then I have them stand up one by one and tell the class their name, age and
their favorite subject.  When the boy who would forever change me stood up I
took little notice.  He was not a striking beauty like some of the other
boys and he was not particularly articulate or funny.  He was just there and
I found out later I am not the only person to overlook him at first meeting.
  I did not realize on that first day that I saw him what would come of it.
His turn came and he stood up.  He was about 4'9 and maybe 75 lbs.  He was
small even for a sixth grader.  He spoke softly and was quite unassuming.

"My name is Nick Perez and I am 11.  My favorite subject is P.E."

He sat back down.  The class continued and when it was over I had a couple
of kids stick around to talk to me.  There are always a few that lag behind.
  These kids usually become the "ass-kissers" in the office place as adults.
  However one of them caught my attention.  His name was Ian Knight and he
was a 5'1 blond haired, blue-eyed angel.  He had straight white teeth and
beautiful skin.  Not a freckle or blemish on him.  He was wearing some nice
fitting shorts and a polo shirt.  He looked a little preppy to me but I
wanted him just the same.  He was quite cute and very eager to talk to me.
He asked me about when I played football in college and my work out routine.
  Then he asked to be a student assistant for the football team since the
sixth graders were not allowed to play on the school team.  I was eager to
have him and gave him a parental consent form.  Two weeks went by and Ian
was working with me everyday after school.  We only get three weeks of
practice when school starts to get ready for our first game so my time
during those weeks is very precious.  I had missed all the signs Ian was
throwing my way.

We had practice everyday from 4:00 until 6:00.  Ian was my trainer, water
boy and assistant coach rolled into one.  He was very friendly with me and
he hung out with me in the locker room office as the other boys changed.  I
would catch him taking long looks as I did while the boys changed.  Ian
would change from his school clothes into some loose track shorts and a
t-shirt in the office everyday and sometimes I would catch him watching me
as I changed.  Ian would stand in front of me to block my view out the
window of the office so I had to focus on him regularly.  He was always
running his hand under his t-shirt and rubbing his sweet smooth flat belly.
Seeing his pale flawless skin and belly button would get me aroused quite
often.  While we talked in the office I learned a lot about Ian.

Ian lived with his mother and younger brother whom was 8.  His father had
remarried several years back and lived in another state.  He and his brother
Michael did not get to see him much, about once or twice a year.  His father
had remarried and had a new family.  Ian was a good student getting straight
As and being thought of by his teachers as quite a little gentleman.  He was
the "All-America Boy Next Door."  His mother, Shelly, was 34 and very
attractive.  I could see where Ian got his good looks from.  She picked him
up everyday after practice and was continually inviting me over for dinner.
I never went out of fear that she might corner me and something sexual may
happen.  My real fear was that during this encounter I would moan out her
son's name and not hers.

I dated a couple of the young single teachers as well to keep up appearances
and before I knew it, I had denied my attraction for Ian for about a month.
We had played and won our first game too.  I finally gave in and had dinner
with Ian and his family after the Thursday night victory.  Shelly and I
kissed gently as the night ended and the next day Ian was not his usual
happy self.  He seemed distant and upset.  There was no practice on Fridays
because the school did not have a late bus but Ian and I would do paperwork
and equipment checks then.  His mother always came around 5:30 to pick him
up.  Like every other Friday night after 5:00 the school was pretty empty.
Once we had gone through our equipment checks Ian and I had some time before
his mother would be there.

"Hey, Ian" I began "Is there something bothering you?"

He shook his head no and looked down.

"Well you seem upset today.  Is it because of last night?  I thought you
wanted me to come for dinner since you are always asking me over.  I won't
do it again if that is it."  I told him.

Ian shook his head no again.  "I am not upset about that.  I saw you kissing
my mom."

"Oh Ian" I sighed.  "I am sorry buddy.  It was just a friendly kiss.
Neither one of us meant anything by it.  It was kind of a `thank you kiss'
and nothing more.  I am really not interested in your mother."

"Really?" he said as he sparked up.  "I was afraid you really liked her."
He began the belly rubbing I like so much.

"It's okay to be jealous Ian but one day your mother will find a new guy and
you will have to accept it.  It just won't be me.  The guy isn't going to
steal your mother from you, so don't worry so much about it."  I smiled at
him.

"I am not jealous like that.  I didn't want her stealing you from me."  Ian
replied candidly.

I must have looked dumbfounded and Ian began to scramble for words trying to
explain his last comment.

"It's not like you are thinking" he began, "it is just you are like my
friend and she already ran my Dad off.  I didn't want her to do it to you
too."  He was searching for me to validate this explanation.

"Ah^ÅI understand.  It is tough to be a young man and not have a dad or male
role model in your life.  Are we cool Ian?"  I smiled warmly.

"Yeah" he replied.  He stepped closer to me and we just ended up hugging.
He rested his head on my chest and abdomen and melted against me.  My cock
got hard.  I was a bit scared and patted him on the back and hoped he would
break the embrace.  He didn't budge and inch.  I then began to think of a
way out of this before I freaked him out with my hard cock.  I tickled Ian
in his armpit and he giggled and squirmed back.  I quickly sat down in my
chair so he wouldn't notice my incredible bulge and pulled him closer and
tickled some more.

"Are you sure we're cool?" I asked playfully.

He giggled as I tickled him more and more and Screeched "yes^Åyes...yeeesss^Å"
over and over.

I released him and then he took a very playful attitude and started teasing
me.   He kept harassing me about picking on somebody my own size and being
mean to a little kid.

"Mr. Tough Guy!"  He exclaimed in a light hearted tone.  "Tickling a
defenseless kid till he agrees with you.  You are lucky I don't want to get
you back."  He giggled more.

"Oh really?" I retorted.  "Like you could get me back.  I would crush you
like a bug."  I chuckled.

Ian moved closer to me and slipped between my legs as I sat in the chair.
Before I knew it he raised his knee and gently squished my balls with it.
He tried to back out quickly and I caught his arm.

"You little stinker.  You think you can knee my balls and get away with it."
  I yelped at him.  I got a very devilish grin.  "What should I do with
you?"

"I don't know." He laughed out.

"Maybe you need a good spanking?"  I asked.

"You wouldn't dare." He replied.  "I would have to really hurt you then."
He smiled very mischievously at me.

I pulled him over my lap and he giggled more and more.  I could feel his
body pressed to my boner but I didn't care.  He was laughing very hard and
not fighting at all.  I raised my hand up high and then I very gently
spanked him.  His butt was so pert and springing I just wanted to caress it.
  I spanked him four times and then I said "Had enough?"

"Is that the best you can do?" he asked playfully.

I deposited him back on the floor and swatted is butt once more.  Ian smiled
real big and then looked at me in the eyes.

"You didn't hurt me at all.  My little brother hits harder than that.  Not a
mark on me^Åsee!"

With that Ian mooned me pushing his shorts and boxers below his tight smooth
ass.  I was in shock but so aroused I almost cummed right there.

I feigned disgust "You perv, put that cute little butt away."

He turned and smiled at me.  "I am the perv.  You are the one that thought
my butt was cute."  He giggled.

I pulled him back into my lap but this time he landed sitting there and
facing me.  We looked into each others eyes for what seemed an eternity and
then we both leaned together and kissed.  Our lips embraced and Ian wrapped
his arm around my neck.  Our lips opened and closed on each others several
times before I realized where we were and what we were doing.  I leaned back
and Ian tried to follow.  I had to push him back.

"I am sorry Ian I shouldn't have done that."  I stammered.

"Done what" he replied.  "I am the one that did it."  He smiled.

We heard the door to the locker room open and he popped up and pulled his
shorts up.  We began talking about football right as his little brother came
in.

"Hi coach." Michael said.  "It's time to go Ian."

"Okay.  Tell mom I will be right out." Ian replied.

"Okay." Michael called back.  He ran off to go back to the car.

I sat there not sure what to say or do and Ian took off his practice clothes
and put on his school clothes.  As he changed I saw his cock sticking out
the opening of his boxers semi hard.  He had a little wet spot in his boxers
too.  He walked over to me as I set there in shock and he kissed me on the
lips.

"I will see you next week coach.  I hope we can do this again."

I wanted to tell him to not tell anyone or say anything but I was still in
shock.  I patted his butt once more and told him "Okay.  See you next week
Ian."

Ian smiled one of his perfect smiles as he walked off.  As soon as the door
shut I pulled out my hard-on and began to beat it like never before.  I
cummed all over myself.  I had never had such an intense orgasm and was
caught in a state of bliss when I saw him standing there.  He just stood
there with his mouth open.  Neither one of us could speak and we looked at
each other motionless for several minutes.  I began to gather my composure
and put my cock away.  I pulled off my shirt covered with man jizz and threw
it aside.  The boy just kept staring at me in awe or shock or horrified at
what he had just seen but I wasn't sure.  The only thing I was sure of was
that this boy was not Ian.

To be continued...