Date: Wed, 14 May 2008 03:07:36 +0000
From: Brad Goodman <bradgoodman30@hotmail.com>
Subject: Life in Transition - Chapter 13

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 your
hamster and shit on your front steps.

Feedback is welcome and appreciated.  Comments may be sent to
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As I am finishing this last chapter of this story it is a bit sad for
because this has really been an emoional roller coaster for me.  I
actually re-edited this chapter and added to it because I felt it was
missing some things.  I just hope I haven't rambled on it.  There are two
more chapters to this story.  I am finishing chapter 15 and will have
them posted soon.  Thanks for the support.


Life in Transition
Chapter 13
By:  Brad Goodman


I had never felt love before I began living with the Oliver family and
wasn't appreciative of what they had done for me.  Like many kids and
teenagers I took it for granted.  I spent six years with the Oliver family
before I screwed things up.  Kent was always good to me and Kathy always
loved me but I still felt a need to rebel.  They even dealt with my
rebellious nature and still welcomed me into their hearts everyday.
Barrett and I found ourselves testing the water as we got older and I had
several sexual trysts with other boys in high school.  When I was 16, I
could not control my wandering eye and found myself sleeping with any boys
at school that showed any interest.  I prided myself on turning "straight
boys" to gay ones.  Barrett was 18 and did not endeavor into as many sexual
experiences.  In fact he was put off by my lack of inhibition.  He wanted
more from me and I wanted more boys.  I only now realize the folly of my
ways.

My relationship was becoming strained with Barrett and despite the fact
that his parents were still loving and caring to me yet I felt like they
took his side and looked down upon me.  As I look back I realize they were
very impartial but as a teenager your perception is skewed.  I was self
centered and didn't want to be stifled in my new found liberation.  I know
that I hurt the family and Barrett a lot with my actions during that year.
They were good people and treated me with respect but I was a brash
teenager and found myself running away.  I had grown up wild like a large
cat and you can take the cat out of the jungle but not the jungle out of
the cat.  A cheesy cliché but definitely the truth.  I ruined the best
thing I ever had because like many boys I didn't appreciate what I had.

In my teenaged mind I felt I would be better off alone and finally in the
middle of the night I left the house.  Unfortunately, I had too much pride
and refused to admit my mistake and return to the only people that ever
loved me unconditionally.  I spent the next two years working the streets
and running from the law.  It was another new transition for me, however
unlike my other transitions this was a transition solely brought on by my
behavior.  After about six months on the street I met another boy named
James and we moved in together in a small run down apartment that the
landlord illegally rented to us just off of sunset strip in the
prostitution district.  You can say we traded special favors with hi for
the apartment.  James was a bit of a boy whore anyway and would fuck
anyone, anywhere.  I always considered our relationship to be more of one
of convenience than love for him.  Even though I loved James dearly, I
always thought I was just a good fuck to him.

I remember our first sexual experience together very vividly however it was
on a special night after we got our apartment that is the most meaningful
to me.  He was only 14 at the time but he was a real sexpot.  He was 5'6
and weighed about 120 lbs.  He had dirty blond hair and a devastating
smile.  James had naturally straight teeth that almost sparkled.  He had
stripped down to a pair of small red Calvin Kline briefs.  His lithe teen
body looked incredible in them.  James was still very smooth and his chest
and abdomen were hairless.  He had a couple of wispy hairs in his armpits
but was otherwise smooth.  He was thin but not too skinny.  His legs were
well defined and the muscles looked sleek in his milky white flesh.  James
had just begun to show signs of hair on his legs but they still felt smooth
to the touch.

When James pushed his underwear down slowly it revealed his beautiful
hard-on.  His circumcised cock was almost six inches long and hairless.
The boy shaved all his pubic hair.  His balls were large and produced a
copious amount of cum.  They were like two large pecans hanging low from
his shaft.  I loved his sperm.  It was thick and musky, more like a man
than a boy.  His equipment and juice was the only thing that betrayed his
baby face.  We went into the bedroom and my 14-year-old lover stripped me
bare.  I stood there, as he looked over my 16 year old body.

I was now 6'0 and weighed 165 lbs.  I was getting a bit muscular from
working out.  I was still hairless on my torso and my pecs.  This drove him
wild.  My cock had grown to its current length at just about 8 inches.
However, it still lacked the girth I currently possess.  I scooped him in
my arms like a bride and then dumped him onto the bed in our shanty
apartment.  I laid on top of him and we began kissing passionately.  James
was so smooth and soft I quivered as I touched him.  I could feel his
tongue exploring my mouth as his hand trailed over my smooth body.  I
kissed down his chest to his stomach.  I slid my tongue into his belly
button and he squirmed a bit.  I kissed down further and went right past
his hard teen cock.  I lifted his legs to his chest exposing his tight
little anal entrance.  I began to lick over it coating it with my spit.  I
focused my attention on the puckered hole and began to drive my tongue
inside him.

James loved being rimmed and he would pant and beg for more every time I
did it to him.  I could hear his breathing intensify.  I felt sweat begin
to form on his smooth body making my hands glide over him even easier.  My
tongue probed deep into his hot tight chute.  I licked back up to his balls
and began to give them a tongue bath as well.  The boy was ticklish and
every time I licked the crease of his crotch he would giggle and squirm.  I
licked up his shaft and began to take his six inch cock into my warm wet
mouth.  I sucked the boy just enough to get him excited.

I kissed back up his body to his face and then positioned myself so that
his legs were pressed to his chest and his boy hole exposed in front of my
cock.  I moved closer and began to press into him.  He moaned loudly as my
head pressed to his entrance and then pushed through his ring.  He was
tight and his hole was wet with my spit.  I slid into him until I felt my
balls resting against his butt.  I pulled back and began to slam into him.
I pounded him hard and fast and he moaned for more.  His legs were now
wrapped around my waist and his hands were almost digging into the flesh on
my chest.  I pounded him harder and could feel my balls rise closer to my
body.  The sounds of our bodies colliding into one another filled the room.
The sweat from my body mixed with his.  I was in euphoric state from the
heat and tightness of his small puckered cavity.  I jammed it in balls deep
and began to spew my thick creamy man load into his bowels.  I then slid
back and slammed in again spraying more of my seed.  I continued until I
was drained and then I collapsed on top of him.  He kissed my cheek and
lips passionately as I panted and puffed through my orgasm.

I slid off of him onto the bed next to where he was laying.  He rose up and
got behind me.  I lifted my hips from the bed and got my knees under me.  I
had assumed a doggy style position and the fourteen year old rubbed his
leaking cock head on my asshole.  His pre-cum coated my entrance and he
teased me as he would press the head in and then pull it out.  The boy was
holding my sixteen year old hips and then I felt him slam all six inches in
me.  I clamped down on his cock to send waves of pleasure through him.  I
could feel his shaft stretching my anal entrance with every pass.  He was
fucking me hard and I could tell that with my sphincter clamping down on
him it wouldn't be long.  The sound of his body slamming into mine filled
the room.  I could smell the teen sweat from our bodies and my cum in the
air.  He was fucking me at a rabbit's pace and then he slammed into me and
didn't move.  I felt the hotness of his cum shooting inside of me.  He
leaned down and kissed my smooth slender back.  He pulled back and thrusted
a few more times working out every last drop of his spunk.  When he was
finished he pulled out of my tight anal chute and collapsed next to me.  We
turned to face each other and kissed softly as we drifted off to sleep.  In
the morning when we awoke we just laid in bed talking.

"Brad, you know I love you right?" My 14-year-old lover announced.

"Actually, James I just thought you liked to fuck me." I replied honestly.

"Well yeah" the boy exclaimed.  "But I do love you."

"I am so happy to hear that James because I love you too.  I don't know
what my life would be without you."  I told him choking up a bit.

"Me too.  I know we like fuck other guys but I only love you."  James said
smiling.

"Yeah" I said with a sigh.  "Our job is cool and sucks all at once.  You
get paid to fuck but sometimes you have to fuck a dog."

"Hey!" James yelped.  "I did that once okay and I didn't like it."

I looked at the boy and we both started laughing.  "You are crazy boy." I
told him chuckling.

For the next couple of years we lived together and spent every hour we
could with one another.  We were lovers, brothers in arms and soul mates.
James and I worked clients together and even made a few movies for them.
Teens have a different clientele than younger boys and some of tem can be
very dangerous encounters.  We liked working together and felt a sense of
security when we did.  We always figured that there was safety in numbers.
We still had our close encounters but we never got into things that were
overwhelming.  We also always had each other to count on.  It is nice to
fall asleep in the arms of someone you love.  James and I shared our entire
world and our deepest darkest secrets.  If we thought it we said it.  I
have never before or since experienced such an open and honest love.

The sunset strip was a very interesting place in the late 80s and early
90s.  It isn't like today with the day being almost respectable and the
nights being very risky.  Back then any moment of the day or night you
would see boys and girls working the streets.  Finding boys leaning against
mailboxes and fire hydrants was always a sign of their profession.  It is
amazing that this hasn't changed after all these years.  James and I would
always be fooling around, making out and sitting on a favorite fire hydrant
attracting our prey.  It was very easy for us.  Even guys that were too old
to get it up came to see us.  They enjoyed watching us fuck and suck each
other.  Many liked to feel our young bodies as we did it.  James and I were
poor, we were rent boys but we felt like kings of the street.  Eventually,
I got old enough to write a knew chapter of my life.

When I turned 18, I started doing gay porn building quite a reputation.  I
have been credited as being the biggest twink star of the 90s.  My films
sold more copies than any star before me.  I made about four-dozen movies
in about five years.  I still see them to this day on store shelves and
websites.  These movies opened the door to a lot of work as a rent boy for
me.  Now men were paying me as much as $1500 to have sex with them.
Additionally, they insisted as much as I did that they use condoms.  I also
found a lot of work with women too.  I never have enjoyed sex with women
but the money is good.

James was only 16 and still too young to work in the porn industry so my
lover still worked the streets.  However, without my watchful eye the boy
did things I had always refused to do.  He fucked condom free if the price
was right but I always heeded the words that Big Sully had taught me.  You
have to protect yourself or you will get a disease.  Although, when most of
us are young we think we are invincible.  Unfortunately, James and I
learned that the hardway.  The November after I turned 18 I noticed that
James just couldn't shake a cold.  For months James just seemed to get
sicker and sicker.  We eventually went to a free clinic and they ran a
bunch of tests.

In the early 90s medicine wasn't as good or as quick in diagnosing
diseases.  After several months and lots of speculation James and I learned
he had HIV.  That news broke my heart into a thousand pieces.  I just
wanted to die with my young lover.  I immediately felt that I was doomed in
relationships.  Either I would ruin a good thing or have it taken from me.
Amazingly, the only good thing Big Sully had ever given me was teaching me
about condoms.  When we were told I was negative for HIV I felt relieved
and guilty.  I had never done anything to deserve not to get it and James
had never done anything to deserve to get it.  Unfortunately, in the early
90s a diagnosis of HIV for street boys was a death sentence.

I thought about making love to James condom free and trying to catch the
disease so we could die together but the boy refused.  He told me that if I
died then no one would ever remember him and he made me promise to carry on
his memory and tell my children about him.  My sixteen year old lover made
it just 68 days past his seventeenth birthday before he passed away from
AIDS related complications.  I took care of him to the end and when he died
I cried for months.  All of the loss in my life haunted me.  I had lost
Rick, Ollie, Barrett and James.  I felt I didn't deserve to be happy.

For the next decade my life was about one thing.  All I did was provide
professional sexual services for money.  I lived to pleasure others and to
be honest, even when I did orgasm it seemed more necessity than pleasure.
I refused to love and had closed my heart off.  I had built a wall around
it and never let anyone touch me.  My clientele included men and women; the
young and the old; black, white, Hispanic, Asian and every other race; it
even included people that were fat, skinny, scarred, broken and disabled.
Yet none of them ever touched my heart.  I had a lot of regular clients
that required my services weekly, monthly or in some other interval.  I
always showed up on time, dressed well, and looking my best.  I performed
my duties, collected my money and left.  There was no emotion in it.  It is
weird t most people to talk about sex in such a heartless way but it was my
life.  I faked everything including living.  I was not living I was just
going through the emotions not knowing what they meant.  I never could have
guessed that a meeting with a regular female client would set in motion the
changes in my life that would bring me Tyler and back to the beginning of
this tale.


To be continued...