Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2008 02:12:08 +0000
From: Brad Goodman <bradgoodman30@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Beginnings - Chapter 2

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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Thank you for those that have written about this story.  I hope you like
this chapter.  I am going to continue my darker version of this story as
well as this lighter one.  Read the one you enjoy most.

New Beginnings
Chapter 2
By:  Brad Goodman


As much as I hated to leave Alex I had to eventually return home.  While I
was working in Los Angeles, CA regularly, I lived in Houston, TX.  I had
left my new boy love to go home and arrange some things.  I was on the
plane headed home thinking about the incredible night I had just spent with
my new teen friend.  I was thankful for this new beginning and it reminded
me of how our life seems to transition from one event to another giving us
many new beginnings throughout our time here on Earth.  I reminisced about
my first sexual experience.  The reality was that I had a tough childhood
but there were many moments that I cherished.

I guess I need to start from the beginning of my life for this story to be
told accurately.  It all began when I was born on October 13, 1975.  For
the most part I feel I had a normal childhood.  My mother was an
entrepreneur of the oldest kind.  She was a prostitute and quite good at it
from what I have been told.  I knew a lot of men liked to visit her
throughout the day and night but was young enough not to fully understand
the situation.  My father was one of these random customers and his
identity is unknown to either of us to this day.  We lived in a rather poor
area of town and we were the only white family I can remember living in
that area.

We lived in the Fifth Ward in Houston, Texas.  It is affectionately known
as the "Bloody Fifth" by many rappers.  This is the true ghetto in Houston
complete with shotgun houses and housing projects.  The visitors to our
house usually ignored me and I ignored them but every now and then a man
would stare a bit longer than he should at me.  I was told by my mother not
to disturb or bother the visitors and as I was a fairly compliant child, so
I did as I was told.  When I was eight a group of young college boys
arrived to see my mother.  There were three of them and I remember taking
note that they were much younger than her normal visitors.  One of the boys
was being teased a lot and now looking back I realize he was a virgin.  The
two other boys went first and as they sought my mother's attention but the
third boy came to my room and asked if he could play with me.  I was not
sure what to say and remembered my mother's warning not to bother her
"friends."

"I am not allowed to bother my mom's friends."  I told the young man.

"You're not bothering me, I am the one that asked you." the young man said
smiling at me.

I really wanted to have someone to play with so I said, "Okay."

I really liked toys and was playing with my Ewok Village from Star Wars.
He sat on my floor with me and picked up some of my action figures.  He
looked over how I had set everything up and then he smiled warmly at me.  I
noticed he was smaller than a lot of guys that came around to see my mother
and much younger looking.  I later found out he was 20 years old.  He was
about 5'8 and maybe weighed 140 lbs.  He was thin and his face had rosy red
cheeks.  His skin was milky white and he had straight blond hair that was
slightly longish as was the style of the early 80s.  He had pretty green
eyes and I remember taking note of that because I hadn't met anyone with
green eyes before.

"So you like Star Wars?" the young man asked.

"Yep, a lot" I replied.

"My name is Rick, what's your name?" he asked.

"Bradley" I replied eagerly.

Rick stuck his hand out.  "Nice to meet you Bradley...can I call you Brad?"

"Sure."  I answered as I shrugged my small shoulders and took his hand.

"Well, Brad, can I be the bad guys.  I like the storm troopers?" he asked
nicely.

"Yeah, I like the rebels better" I replied.

We chatted and played for about 30 minutes before his friends came into my
room.  They were asking him what he was doing and why he wasn't taking his
turn and he told them that he didn't feel right about it with a kid here.
In reality my mother wasn't his cup of tea.  The young men left and my
mother called Rick over to talk to her alone before he left.  I saw him
give her $10.  For the next two weeks Rick came by and played with me for
several hours every day, each time giving my mother $10.  She would tell me
to wear small shorts or tight t-shirts, tank tops, etc. each time he came
over.  I never thought much of it.  He would sometimes wrestle with me and
tickle me.  I began to really like Rick.  I remember on a Friday my mother
had told me to put on some small running shorts with two vertical stripes
on the legs.  (If you remember the 80s you know the kind.)  She told me not
to put on any underwear and I complied.  I didn't like wearing them anyway
so it was no big deal for me.  Additionally, being Houston in the early
fall it was very hot and she told me I didn't need to wear a shirt.

My mother explained to me that Rick was coming over and she wanted me to do
whatever he wanted.  She said if I made Rick happy she would take me to buy
whatever I wanted from Toys R' Us.  When Rick arrived for us to play I saw
him give my mother a huge wad of money.  I later found out it was almost
$250.  His parents were fairly well off financially and they had given it
to him for school.  He came into my room and was very nervous.  He sat on
the floor as he usually would and we played for a while.  My mother left
the house and told me she would be back later.  She said, "Rick is in
charge and do whatever he wants."  I nodded and she left.

"You look very cute today," Rick told me.

I just smiled.  I was getting used to him telling me how cute I was as he
did this every time he came to see me.  I was about 4'6 and maybe weighed
65lbs.  I was tall for my age but I was well proportioned.  My skin was
slightly tanned from running around in the hot Houston sun.  I had a few
freckles across my face and button nose that just accentuated my pale blue
eyes.  My hair was a dirty blond that fell around my head in the longish
style of the early 80s.  I could see Rick eyeing my hairless body and
slightly licking his lips.  Usually this proceeded him asking me if I
wanted my back scratched.  He was very gentle and the feel of his hands on
my back made me tingle.  Rick had scratched my back a couple of times and I
really liked it so I was waiting for him to ask me.

"Hey, Brad...do you want me to scratch your back?" he finally asked.

"Oh yeah" I replied.

I laid on my stomach on the floor and he sat over me.  He began to run his
fingertips over the smooth soft flesh of my back.  I got goose bumps as he
rubbed my completely hairless body.  I had small pink nipples that looked
like little dimes on my chest and they began to harden.  My firm smooth
flat belly had a slightly innie belly button that quivered.  He would run
his fingers from my shoulders to my feet tickling me slightly and sending
tingling sensations through my young body.  While Rick did this we always
talked about things...usually sex.

"So, have you gotten a boner again?"  Rick asked.

"Yeah, last night.  I did what you said and rubbed it on my pillow but no
stuff came out.  It did tingle though."  I told him.

I heard him sigh a little "You are probably too young to cum.  You will
soon enough.  You know that sometimes guys play with each other."  Rick
explained.

"Yeah, you told me that before.  I don't really have any friends to play
with."  I replied.

"Well, I am your friend.  We could play if you want too?" Rick said choking
on his words.

"Really, I would like to see yours" I told him.

"I'll show it to you but if I do you have to show me yours," he explained.

"Okay" I answered.  "Can I touch yours?" I then asked.

Rick smiled warmly and replied "Of course, if I can touch yours."

I was very curious and wanted to see what his dick looked like.  I had
never seen another penis before and the excitement built in me.  Not only
would I see his cock but I would get to touch it too.  I was very excited
about this and began to hope my mom would leave us alone more often.  Rick
was wearing a polo shirt and some shorts.  He pulled his shirt over his
head to reveal a lithe teen body.  Even though Rick was 20 he would have
passed for 15 or 16.  His skin was milky white with a slight farmer's tan
on his arms and neck.  His chest was not really developed and had small
little lumps for pecks you would usually find on a much younger teen boy.
He was hairless except a slight happy trail below his naval.  His nipples
were small like mine and about the size of nickels.  Rick was smiling and
his pearly white grin of straight teeth, were gleaming at me.  We were both
shirtless and I couldn't help it and reached up and pinched his nipple.  He
returned the favor to me at which point we began wrestling.  Rick grabbed
my small body and hoisted me up as if he was going to body slam me.  I
reached down and grabbed his penis and squeezed it slightly.

Rick gasped and dumped me on the floor.

I began to giggle uncontrollably.  "You got a boner."

Rick then tickled my smooth hairless armpits and then down my sides.
Without warning he pulled off my small running shorts and threw them across
the room.  I laid on my back naked for him to see.  I didn't run or fight
or tell him "no" or any other horror stories you hear.  I liked being naked
in front of him and he just stared at my young body.  I was hairless and
his eyes trailed over my crotch staring at my 2 and half-inch boner.  I am
circumcised and my little cock was clearly milky white in contrast to the
slight tan covering the rest of my body.  My head was slightly pink and
bouncing as I twitched with anticipation.  I grabbed Rick's shorts and
unbuttoned them.  He quickly stood up and slid them off with his underwear.
I thought his cock was huge at the time but now realize it was kind of
small.  However, for me being so young that would turn out to be a good
thing.  He had a small nest of blondish brown wispy hairs above the base of
his cock.  His dick was circumcised and about 5 and half inches long.  It
had a large purple head that was glistening with pre-cum.  His balls looked
like two large golf balls in their sack, which hung slightly lower than I
would expect.  They were hairless like the rest of his body.  He had a
small amount of hair on his legs but he looked very much like a young teen
boy.  I guess that is where my obsession with that body type came about.

Rick and I stared at each other for a while and I couldn't help myself so I
reached up and grabbed his cock playing with the head and running my small
fingers over it.  He smiled bigger than I had ever seen.  He reached down
and started playing with my small hard cock and I was engulfed with new
sensations that made me feel like I was going to explode.  Rick leaned down
and kissed me on the forehead without letting go of my cock.  His other
hand was rubbing my smooth small chest.  He then kissed my lips.  I was
shocked at first but I liked Rick and would do anything for him.  We kissed
several more times and then he leaned back and just stared at me again.

"I love you Brad.  I have never felt like this about anyone before.  I love
you more than my own family," he said with a huge smile.

I smiled back and replied, "I love you too.  You are my best friend."

We played with each other more and then that tingling sensation over came
me and I felt like I had butterflies in my stomach.  I bit my small thin
pink lips as he made me feel so good.  Then he said that he wanted to rub
his dick on my butt.  I told him okay and rolled over.  He slid it into my
crack and began to slide it back and forth, faster and faster.  Rick began
to sweat and it started to drip on me.  My small, round boy butt was smooth
and firm and he was rubbing my back as he ran his cock back and forth in my
ass crack.  I could hear him grunting and moaning as he came closer to
orgasm.  I could feel his pre-cum in my crack and it made his cock glide
easier against my skin.  He pumped more and more and then I felt his cum
fly out onto my lower back.  He squealed and squirted at least four large
globs of man seed on my back.  I wiped some onto my hand so I could look at
it.  I was amazed at its consistency and played with it like it was
play-doh.  He collapsed next to me and pulled me on top of him kissing me
gently.  I kissed him back and smiled.

"You are the most amazing boy I have ever met, Brad."  Rick told me.

"Thanks" I replied coyly.

We wrestled and tickled each other for another 30 minutes before my mom
came home.  We eventually got dressed and he left after he talked to my
mom.  This went on for almost a month and I enjoyed playing with Rick.  He
continued encouraging me to try new things and I eventually allowed him to
finger my butt.  This progressed to the point where he was rimming my butt
every week.  He really seemed to enjoy it.  However, to be quite honest I
just tolerated it.  I guess some people like it and some people don't like
it.  I just got nothing out of it but since he loved it and I loved him, I
let him do it.

I was snapped back to reality as my plane landed at Bush Intercontinental
Airport.  I was still in a daze remembering how Rick had given me a new
beginning in life.  It had been a long time since I thought about him.  He
meant the world to me back then and if it wasn't for Rick I may not have
met Alex.  As I got into my car to head to my house I began to think about
Rick again and what he meant to me.


To be continued...