Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2006 03:44:52 +0000 From: Brad Goodman <bradgoodman30@hotmail.com> Subject: Laws of Love - Chapter 9 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. ********************************************************************* I must apologize for my absence but my mother fell ill and died since my last chapter and I have been dealing with that since then. I then changed jobs, moved to a new city and generally fell into a slight depression. However, i am back and ready to finish the story. I think there may be 11 chapters all together and I hope that the writing is still to your liking. Comments are always welcome. You may send your comments, feedback and pics to bradgoodman30@hotmail.com And now on with the story........... Laws of Love Chapter 9 By: Brad Goodman My alarm began to beep around 6:30 am the following morning and both Ian and I slowly aroused from our slumber. The first day in court went well and so far the trial seemed to be going my way. I was very apprehensive and wondered if I was heading in the right direction. I felt the prosecution had failed to prove its case and I knew today they would try to use Nick against me. Nick was a smart boy but a savvy attorney could make light work of him. He was planning to deny everything. If he just kept to that and kept his answers brief all would be good. The prosecution did not have many witnesses on their list and those witnesses didn't really have anything beneficial to add since the police found no real corroborating evidence. They were to call a doctor to testify about the semen on the bed sheets, a psychologist with nothing but conjecture and the police detective with no evidence but a hunch. They would more than likely call Nick last as a hostile witness. Ian and I rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. We peed together and he got a bit frisky grabbing my cock. By the time my piss had all but left my body my cock was rock hard from his touch. Ian wanted to have a bit of fun before he headed home to ride with his mother to the trial. We entered the shower and I couldn't help but look over his sweet 13 year old body. As the water began spraying onto his pale white flesh, my cock twitched with anticipation of what was to come. Ian was about 5'6 and 115 pounds. He had light blond, short spiky hair and beautiful blue eyes. He had smooth full pink lips with nice straight white teeth that almost sparkled. As the water washed down his tight thin body I watched as his milky white chest heaved its ever so slightly developing pecs. His nipples looked like two small funnel shaped quarters. The water trailed down to his incredible stomach that was smooth and flat with a perfect looking innie belly button. His crotch was 100% hairless and smooth because he shaved it and his five inch cock stuck straight out from his body. Ian was cut and the small brown circumcision mark was just below his head. His shaft was milky white like his skin and his pulsing rosy head leaked pre-cum. Ian had nice balls too. They were slightly loose hanging down from his body about two inches. They were hairless and smooth and were about the size of pecans. The water ran down Ian's defined legs that were barely tan and completely hairless. He turned in the shower exposing his smooth tight bubble butt. Every time I saw it I felt like cumming right then. It was pale and contrasted with his slightly tanned legs and yet the full round cheeks were very desirable. I climbed into the shower and Ian looked over my body. I was about 8 inches taller than Ian as I am 6'2. I am obsessed with my appearance and am constantly shaving some part of me. Being only 27 I still retained a youthful appearance that most guys seem to find attractive and one that seems to drive Ian wild. I am about 240 lbs but I work out regularly and have a nice toned physique. Ian rubbed my well defined pecs and worked his way over my flat stomach. My blue eyes must have been filled with lust for the boy I loved so much because he kept staring into them and smiling. My light brown hair was becoming wet and matting against my scalp. Ian's hands were electrifying my body as they ran over me. I was in ecstasy and my seven inch cock throbbed with anticipation. I was massaging Ian's shoulders and feeling the sweet smoothness of his skin. We looked into each other's eyes and kissed. Our kisses first were rapid and then slowed into long battles with our tongues serving as sentries searching and probing the other's mouth. I moved forward and Ian pressed against the shower wall. I could tell he was very horny and wanted me to be inside of him as badly as I wanted to be inside of him. He raised his right leg and wrapped it around my left hip. I grabbed his left leg and placed it on my right hip and then angled myself so that my hot seven inch thick cut cock was right at his anal entrance. I could feel his boyhole pulse with anticipation. We continue kissing and his hands continued to probe over my flesh. I thrusted upward and into him burying my cock deep into his tight love tunnel. He gasped and moaned loudly. "Oh God, Brad. I want you so bad^Åfuck me hard" he moaned out loudly. He screeched and moaned begging for more of me and I obliged by banging his sweet ass harder and harder. "Oh yeah^Åah^Åah^Åah^Å" Ian moaned. "Ah baby, you're so hot." I told him. "Fuck me" Ian screamed and I pounded him harder. "Oh yeah, oh, ah argh^Å"the thirteen year old screeched. His ass was hot and moist. I could feel the heat of his body surrounding my cock. It slid in and out of his ass causing me shiver all over. I had my hand in his hairless armpits pressing him to the wall as his legs clinched around my hips. I was using all of my legs to thrust into the boy and we must have been sliding up and down the wall two feet every time I pumped up into him and then retracted. I could feel his fingers dig into my back and then I felt the warm rush of his sweet boy cream spray against my stomach. He was such a horny boy and with a good hot butt fucking he could easily cum. I finally released my man load into his hot bowels. He began to kiss and suck my neck making my orgasm even more intense. I sprayed what must have been 8 shots of cum into his tight ass and then leaned against the boy panting. We stayed like that for several minutes holding one another his legs wrapped around my hips and my cock buried in his tight bubble butt. The warm water caressed our flesh as we recovered from our passionate love making. Finally I slipped out of Ian and he unwrapped his legs from my hips. We gently caressed and washed each other and then got out of the shower. We dried each other and then Ian got dressed and headed home. I put on my best suit and tried to focus my mind on the trial that lay ahead of me. Ian's passion was a welcome distraction from the mundane existence I was living without Nick in my life. I left the house and arrived at the court around 8:45 am and setup my case materials along the defense table. The prosecuter had a smug look on his face and I began to worry that yesterday was a fluke or that he led me into a false comfort zone. I was nervous but as ready as I would ever be. The judge and jury came in and the second day of precedings began with the prosecution calling the detective investigating the case. He asked him several questions and then approached the semen on the sheets. He confirmed the lab found both sets of DNA. I then asked him if it was possible that the stains were placed at different times and he said "yes." I went on to ask if he had found any other evidence such as pictures, video, letters or any other incriminating evidence to which he replied "no." Then the same happened with the doctor. Finally, the state psychologist testified that it was possible that Nick had been molested but he could not be sure because the boy lied about a lot. I asked him what the boy lied about and he said "I believe he lied about sexual contact with you." I then asked "Why do you believe that^Ådid he lie about other things?" The psychologist replied "I don't know, but I have been doing this for twenty years and read people well." "So if you read people so well then why can't you definitively tell me what he was lying about^Åyou do claim to be the expert." I retorted. "I am an expert but sometimes even I am wrong." He yelled at me. "Ah, so then could you be wrong this time?" I asked. "Well in my professional opinion^Å" the psychologist began. I cut him off "Just answer the question yes or no!" I told him firmly. "Well^Åit is possible." He replied. "So then you could be wrong and can't tell anything definitively about this case?" I asked. "Well nothing definitive." He replied. I ended my cross examination of him and then we broke for lunch. Ian and his mother sat with me and we ate. I was hoping all was going well and Shelly tried to reassure me that it was. We made idle chit chat and then we had to head back to the courtroom. This afternoon was what I dreaded most. Poor Nick was about to face the direct examination of his life. Just as I suspected the prosecution called him as a hostile witness but Nick did not crack. He admitted that he had secretly gone into my room to masturbate on several occasions and that we had never had sex. The prosecuter was abusive towards him and he began to cry telling him, "Why do you want me to make up lies. I love Brad and he is like my father. He would never hurt me." Nick was fantastic. He really impressed me just keeping to a simple story and refusing any insinuation that the DA made. When I began my cross he immediately changed. We discussed how his grades improved when he lived with me, how he had more friends when he lived with me, and how he was happier. I then entered pictures of him into evidence right before he was taken from me. You could see the physical difference in the boy. He looked so much healthier when he was with me. I entered his grade reports into evidence for his current school and what they were before. The jury seemed very moved by his dramatic decline both emotionally, physically and intellectually during this ordeal. When it was over Nick stepped down and ran across the court and hugged me. He then said "I love you Daddy. I won't let them tell lies about you." As they pried him from me many of the jurors wept. I moved that the judge dismiss all charges as I felt the prosecution had failed to meet the burden of proof but the judge ruled that will be the jury's decision tomorrow. He adjourned court for the day and set us to meet at 9:00 am the next day. I was very confident now as with out the physical exam the DA had nothing on me. I asked Ian to stay with his mother tonight so that the DA didn't try anything funny. Tomorrow I planned to begin my defense with Ian and his mother. I also had a list of boys from the football team I had coached for the past few years. I did not sleep a wink knowing the jury had the fate of my relationship with Nick in their hands the following day. When my alarm sounded I still hadn't closed my eyes. I couldn't sleep knowing that today would decide my fate. I got up and showered. I then dressed and headed to the courtroom. When I arrived a runner handed me an envelope with a revised witness list for the DA. The name on the new list shocked me. It was an internet friend of mine that was having legal trouble because of his online activity with several boys. I began to put the pieces together. I knew he must be testifying about our conversations so that he could exonerate himself. My heart sank and I felt betrayed. How could he do this to me? I knew this would change the case. How was I going to defend against this? Just knowing him and admitting to it would convict me in the jury's minds. My mind was on overload and my hope was fading. To be continued...